2063 - The Date Of First Contact

The time travelers had all left. Cochrane took the Vulcanians around his compound, before settling down at the bar.

Before they all entered, though, Lily saw it. The disaster it. The timeline-unraveling it. She ran to Cochrane, but kept her cool.

"Oh, Doctor. We have a piece of unfinished business."

 "Aw, Lil! What piece of business could be that important? We're making history here."

She grew stern.

"IT regards that piece---of business you tried to grab, earlier today. The book--about the molestation of Helen Of Troy?!"

Cochrane stood up.

"Oh, my! That is important. Gentlemen, forgive me!"

Inside the bar, Lily pointed it out.

"I don't even need to guess. You tried to pull her blouse off, once she got blasted. Give her drugs, then grab her jugs, right, Zeff?"

"Er, actually, she woke up, looked at me, went, 'Oh, here', and pulled it off herself. Then that Riker fella came in, giggled, and painted smiley-faces on them. I--slipped her blouse back on. Nothing my old Playboys didn't show. The badge must have slipped off."

Lily threw her arms up.

"That badge is a sophisticated computer, Coch-Lead! It communicates, and translocates, and is a higher tech than our new friends have ever seen. What do we do?"

"We can't smash it. One stray chip and time blows up--I think. I know! Let's sneak it into The Phoenix's exhaust. Next trip will fry it extra crispy."

"Uh-uh. Vulcanians are all over your phallic wonder, milk-man! For now, we need another plan."

Cochrane snapped his fingers.

"Just hide it."

"Where?"

"Someplace. Anyplace. Anyplace they have absolutely no reason to check."

So Lily did just that. The com-badge was never found, and both evening and timeline went as planned. Collapsing in Cochrane's tent, an exhausted Lily lay on her stomach. She actually wanted what was to come next, as she felt Zefram's eyes upon her.

"Mother always said a skinny backside and an oversized brain would get me the attention of dirty old geniuses. I'm not turning over, old man. If you want to pleasure, you take what you are given. Peel them off and start in. Jean-Luc wouldn't, for fear of making a cross-time nestling. So just do it."

Peeping into an overhead parabolic mirror, Lily confirmed that the man pulling down her pants was Zefram Cochrane. He then stopped.

"No thong?"

"You're getting lucky, Zefram. Please do not try and question the packaging."

She felt the old man, for whom she actually had a fair though not deep attraction, push her cheeks apart. When he paused, she knew he was just staring.

"Either put something IN there, or get a good look at what comes OUT."

"Phoenix RISING!!!"

His dick went where she had intended, and he began to rock. It was really the only method he was any good at. Perhaps it was the control issue. He then pulled out, and Lily knew a more forceful entry was next. But as he drove home, he pulled out, yelping.

"Ice!!! IIIIIICCCCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As she got the ice, something fell out of Lily's behind. Something metallic.

“Oh, God!! THAT'S where I hid the badge. Sorry, Zef."

"Mommy."

Luckily, the badge had no sharp edges to speak of. For a few weeks, neither did Doctor Cochrane. He spent his temporary free time figuring out a way to obliterate the remnant of a peek he didn't need to make.
 

COMPANION'S PLANETOID, GAMMA CANARIS SYSTEM, 2268

The Nancy Hedford/Companion being had awaited 'the man' with her backside to the door, nude on all fours. Zefram screamed.

"Does not the man Zefram find this an enticing position? Books from your culture said you would become aroused easily at this display of my hind quarters."

Rejuvenated or no, Zefram Cochrane's memories were fairly complete. But he had to think fast.

"Oh, that form is beauty itself, my love! Let me touch and feel it--- thoroughly -- before consummation."

Despite feeling the all clear, he later suffered from a pulled groin.
 
 

USS ENTERPRISE-E, 2296

Deanna Troi walked into Riker's quarters, and stood before him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Counselor?"

She doffed her blouse, revealing her very lovely breasts. She saw the immediate evidence of Riker's arousal in his pants.

"Will?"

He grinned a jackal-grin as she drew closer.

"Yes, Deanna?"

"Smile!"

And for the rest of his life, Will Riker would never remember a knee being driven more firmly into his balls.

"Mommy."

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