Cadets Kirk and Grayson
by Rob Morris
COCHRANE DAY, 2281
The transporter operator gave his opinion to the two cadets."Shit duty. I mean, I don't know who you two offended, but I'd do some serious butt-kissing to get back in their good graces."
Cadet Richard Grayson shrugged.
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand what you mean by that."
The operator laughed.
"Well, Cadet---I mean that you two have to spend the biggest six-day weekend of the year babysitting a secured ship in an orbital spacedock above Earth, while all around you on Luna and Terra have a par-tay. Just two night watchmen on a Starship that is so way locked down, even the transporters will be off-line once you get up there. Add to that, anti-transport shields? Feh. You can't even beam some brew up."
Cadet Saavik Kirk nodded.
"As Captain Kirk is my adoptive father, sir, and the sponsor of both myself and Richard to The Academy, we consider this duty to be partial payment of a deep debt."
The operator beamed the two aboard. After, he shook his head.
"A human stiff and a Vulcan. Probably be five days and twelve hours before he sees so much as an ankle on her."
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Aboard the Enterprise, right there on the transporter pad, 'Richard Grayson', actually the nom de guerre of the 'dead' Peter Kirk, turned on Saavik and pulled down her trousers. As his face pressed into her bared crotch, probing with his nose before his tongue, he joked."This could be construed as sexual harassment."
She pressed his face closer in with her hands, kneading his hair as she did.
"If you do it correctly.....like that."
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The operator saw that the end of his shift was a mere seven hours away."Brew--friends---food. The ladies showing off their upper fields. I'll get a glimpse, while those two will see carpeting."
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Peter had his dick between Saavik's breasts. While not the massive ones she had once hoped for, the area between them was quite sensitive, plus he liked sitting on her stomach and ribcage.
"Can you breathe, Saavikkam?"
"Air--Peterkam--is--for--weaklings."
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"A pool party. Now why doesn't anybody ever invite me to a pool party? Ah. I'll go to the one at HQ. Its not that crowded. Better than wandering an empty ship's halls, at any rate."--------------------------------------
Desperately, Saavik tried to get out of the pool before her pursuer could make good on his threat. But it was too late.
As she climbed the way out, powerful hands grasped her back in, and she felt her backside invaded by a familiar visitor. She turned and looked at that visitor's owner.
"I suppose that doing this makes you feel like a man."
He grinned.
"Yes. Yes It Does!"
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"Now, take me. If I were there--aboard the USS fucking Enterprise---I'd sit in the chair. And I mean---The Chair."The operator imagined himself, personally defeating a dangerous intruder.
"Tell your species that we are not food, pal! And Another Thing----"
He imagined delivering the knockout punch.
"Please Don't Fuck On My Bridge!"
The operator had originally come up with this fantasy while trying to shake off the effects of a bad dream in which Commander Nyota Uhura had locked him inside a closet. He got further into it.
"Please--don't--FUCK--on--MY--Bridge!"
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"The Captain's Penis Is Clean, Sir!"
Having completed her diagnostic, Saavik then moved her man into their father's chair. The arms had been removed as part of the refit, so she straddled him, pinning his back to the seat of command. His hands firmly on her ass, they began to slowly pump, not wishing to trigger their common dysfunction.
"Peter?"
"Yes?"
"Could we get in trouble for this?"
"Not unless we break something.....whoaaaa!!!"
They fell back, and the unsecured chair broke into three pieces. Still inside one another, the couple panicked.
"Father's favorite chair!"
Peter nodded.
"He always said--Please Don't Fuck Around On My Bridge!"
So they continued to have wild sex aboard the empty ship, while coming up with a way to placate The Captain.
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FOUR MONTHS LATER..........Kirk's eyes bugged out. An old friend was back.
"My Chair! My original chair from before the first refit! Oh, I've missed this."
Uhura smiled.
"Jim--remember why it had to be replaced, originally?"
Kirk grinned.
"We are twelve hours away from first boarding call."
And so another happy couple was given The Chair.
At this time, the whereabouts of the Transporter Operator are unknown. It is widely suspected, however, that he may well have soiled himself upon seeing news footage of King Ghidorah.