Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:15:52</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">LINK TO MAIN THREAD</span></strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82045.0)<br><br>Like a dying flame, isolated amidst the expansive black of space, the USS Ember quietly drifts... its polished surface glistening with every intermittent spark which erupts from its damaged hull. Only a few crucial decks riddle its exterior alight, while brief flashes of red mark the areas which require emergency attention, with the crew rushing to douse flames, initiate repairs, or offer medical assistance. The flurry of activity within the Ember's passages is dizzying, with mini-explosions rattling the decks while sirens blare and crew members bark orders. A stark contrast to the quiet hum and endless dark of the space around the ship, where the hustle and bustle barely registers as more than a dull mumble.<br><br>It had only been a day since the experimental engine sent the Ember hurtling into the unknown, leaving the ship damaged and unable to return, with the renewed chaos of the current day attributed to the jettisoning of the failed warp drive; as per Engineering's last minute recommendation. A recommendation which could have turned the entire ship into slag had it come a moment later, especially given the size of the drive's consequent explosion and the mess it caused even within the protected confines of the hull.<br><br>Captain Kathryn Blacklake could still picture the outline of the blast from her quarter's; the radius she imagined enough to envelope her ship tenfold. With a hand pressed gently against the pane of her quarter's view and dressed in little more than black lingerie, the captain bit her lower lip anxiously as she imagined how close they'd come to being vaporised. She could almost feel the heat from the explosion still radiating off the window and through her sensitive fingertips, causing her to shiver uneasily. <br><br>So close, she thought, so, so, clo~&nbsp; "Oh!" Kat's nails grated against the window as she gasped and dropped her head, her entire body shuddering wildly as she finally paid attention to her other hand. The one with its fingers tightly wrapped around and vigorously pumping the fat, throbbing, cock which now protruded from her panties. Her pants and grunts filled the room as she masturbated passionately, with the alien-member only growing harder and harder until, "Fu-uck!" Thrusting her hips forward and head back, she was finally rewarded with an orgasmic tremble and cry as her cock released spurt after spurt of its white sticky goo all over her once clean window.<br><br>She slumped to her knees weakly once the dirty deed was done, before slowly stretching back to retrieve the wipe left on her desk from the previous <em>times</em>... that day. As Kathryn glumly cleaned the mess from her window, she once again contemplated forcing the crew to undergo a physical; frustrated by the fact that there had yet to be any reports of crew members undergoing bizarre transformations like herself. Kat had a hunch that she wasn't the only one but it felt as if nobody else was willing to step forward. Not that she could blame them, she wasn't about to step forward either.<br><br>Once she was happy all the evidence had been wiped clean, the captain hurriedly donned some fresh clothing before exiting and locking her quarters. Not missing a beat Kathryn marched down the passage, with a light tap of her communicator badge connecting her to the flight crew, "Captain Blacklake to the bridge, I've finished reading through the report and am returning to the helm, have my seat warm and waiting for me first officer! And navigator, have you got a fix on our position yet?" She didn't wait for a response before disconnecting and reconnecting with engineering, "Captain to engineering, how is the Ember holding up, will you be able to keep your deadline? I won't lie, I expect us to be cutting through space again while the day is still young." She stepped into the nearest turbo-lift just as she finished, with an eye for the bridge as the doors swished close, confident that she'd be able to juggle the responses.<br><br>As she was taken to her destination, Kathryn decided to make one last call, "Security, this is Captain Blacklake, I expect at least one officer to meet me on the bridge. Don't delay." With a heavy sigh, Kathryn squared her shoulders and waited for the turbo-lift doors to slide open, an authoritative cut to her step as she marched onto the command deck before locking her hands neatly against the small of her back as she surveyed the crew.<br><br>From what she'd understood the ship would be at eighty percent of its original capacity before the day was done and fully operational on the next. After that, if she was still feeling moody enough, she figured a nice spit-shine of the exterior would work as a suitable task for anyone who got in her way. She glanced around, curious of the whereabouts of some of their alien representatives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:51:26</strong>
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				The sound of the doors of the Turbo lift opening caused a young, blond haired crew member to turn in her swiveling chair. Hitomi Ayaname, one of the more Junior members of the crew, and operations officer, looked at their captain...such a stern, no non-sense woman..or so it seemed to her, anyway. The blond haired Asian woman turned back in her seat, thinking over the previous day, they day they had all almost died..reports were still coming in for the damages, but everything seemed to have calmed down since then, and repairs were on the way.<br><br>"Captain..Engineering says that repairs are going smoothly." Hitomi chimed to Kat. Being the operations officer, she had the jobs of Communication, Sensor Array, and internal system control all rolled into one job, and, in a pinch, even acted as a Science officer. She looked at her screen as she ran a diagnostic of the ship for the third time that day. making sure everything was fine.<br><br>Hitomi turned back to their captain, taking her eyes off of her screen and the main view screen for once, to look back at Kat...the raven haired woman stirred something in Hitomi...such a commanding presents, and of course, Hitomi also had a thing for older ladies...she blushed at herself and returned to facing forward as she felt a stirring in her loins. Hitomi looked down at herself, and saw it...that dirty thing growing, hardening against her uniform, bulging up...After their warp accident, Hitomi had mysteriously grown a cock, and a rather fat and large one at that. She blushed at herself as her hands moved and covered it so that no one would see...no one, as far as her knowledge went, had reported such an anomaly, so Hitomi figured she was the only one...she decided to hide this, thinking the other crew members would think oddly of her or worse. <em>"Please go down..please go down..."</em> Hitomi whispered in her head....and observant crew member would notice her squirming oddly in her seat, the pressure from her uniform causing her new appendage pleasure. "Not now..why did it have to come now..when the captain is here..." Hitomi whispered quietly to herself, trying to get back control over her own body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 19:00:40</strong>
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				<strong>Commander Grayn, Main Bridge</strong><br><br>Commander Xander Grayn stepped off of the secondary turbo lift onto the bridge as the doors swooshed open.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not a large powerful man but solid and athletic, what he lacked in sheer size he made up for in agility.&nbsp; Standing about five foot eleven, his tone muscular build showed through every tight inch of his Star Fleet uniform.&nbsp; His close cropped reddish brown hair&nbsp; along with his small mustache and goatee accented his thin but sculpted face and stood in stark contrast to his smooth pourous green skin.&nbsp; Xander's face was twisted into a scowl of concern as he read a datapad that he had brought with him from his inspection of the damage to the ship.<br><br>He hadn't noticed the Captain on the bridge as he first entered the Bridge, but caught a glimpse of her as he stopped at the ops station to compare his datapad with the readings that Lieutenant Ayaname had at her station.<br><br>"Captain, Engineering says they can have most systems back to operational levels by 1900, but we're still trying to get replacement warp core in place and calibrated.&nbsp; Could be twenty four to forty eight hours until we're able to go to warp."&nbsp; Nodding at Lieutenant Ayaname, Xander moved to his seat and started inputting information into a secondary console on his chair arm.&nbsp; "Medical is reporting we lost eight crew in the explosion, and Engineering has eight teams working through the ship repairing various systems.&nbsp; We're damn lucky we are in the shape we're in."&nbsp; Happy with the report that Xander gave to the Captain on the current situation, he tapped his comm badge lightly "Astrometrics, we need a fix on where we are so we can contact Star Fleet and let them know how screwed up things got."<br><br><strong> Ensign Kroken, Astrometrics</strong><br><br><em>"Astrometrics, we need a fix on where we are so we can contact Star Fleet and let them know how screwed up things got."</em><br><br>Ensign Kroken heard the call but couldn't answer out of fear and out of sheer inability to respond with anything other than a whimper or a moan.&nbsp; She was laying on the large holographic projector looking up at the star map of the universe.&nbsp; Her eyes were open but the look in them showed a careful balance between pleasure and pain as beads of sweat formed on her forehead and neck.&nbsp; Her hand slowly moved up and down on the large solid piece of meat connected to her body where her warm wet pussy used to be.&nbsp; She couldn't understand what had happened, but she knew she hadn't been able to keep her hands off of it since it appeared almost immediately after the ships accident.&nbsp; Every touch was like touching her super sensitive clit so she found she had to stroke it slowly to keep from cumming too fast.&nbsp; She felt her body start to burn as her muscles flexed and spasmed, a hard groan of desire escaped her throat as the large member started gushing heavy streams of white fluid.&nbsp; After a moment trying to catch her breath, Liara grabbed the towel she'd brought with her and wiped the white fluid from her hips, then pulled up her pants, hoping the large member would disappear this time.&nbsp; <br><br>Still laying on the holographic projector, Liara pressed a couple of buttons on a data pad she had sitting next to her body and watched the computer calculate star charts and planetary shifts.&nbsp; A few slow minutes later the computer finally zoomed in on a position and gave Liara the read out she had asked for.&nbsp; Her eyes went blank with disbelief as her mind processed the reality of the situation.&nbsp; Reaching up to touch the communicator attached just above her firm breasts, she waited for the chirp then spoke.<br><br>"Astrometrics to the Bridge, Captain you need to see this!!!"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 19:48:04</strong>
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				<strong>Security officer Tarah P'Trell - Main Bridge</strong><br><br>Chief of Security P'Trell was already on station on the bridge when the Captain arrived. She'd been on her way to the nearby counsellor's office when the call for a security officer had been received and had called to postphone the meeting. Her visit to the ship's counsellor had been concerning the continuing disturbing dreams and fantasies that she'd been having ever since she was briefly a prisoner of some rogue Ferengi raiders. Now however she had fresh worries to confide in the Betazoid officer. Somehow since the failure of the experimental warp drive her body had altered from zhen to shan, that is to say she retained an outwardly female form, but now possessed a penis in addition to her usual genitalia. She was loathe to report this fact. Nearly all the crew of the USS Ember were drawn from races with only two sexes and speculation and innuendo about Andorians with four sexes and their sexual habits was a common joke throughout the quadrant.<br><br>P'Trell drew herself to attention and put thoughts of therapy with Andrea Light away. Duty called and her own problems would just have to wait. At least the insufferable Klingon wasn't present, D'Sira had been nothing but a headache to the security personnell and the longer she remained in the holosuite with a supply of replicated bloodwine, hacking holographic enemies to bits the better.<br><br>"Ship secure Captain." She reported to the young dark haired commander of the Ember. "Weapon systems are undamaged, although power to them and the shields are reduced. Security lost one Ensign and one crewman in the explosion, three more crewmen are presently injured."<br><br>Having given her sections report, Tarah fell silent.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 20:35:55</strong>
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				<strong>D'Sira Korroth - Holosuite</strong><br><br>"'ej HumtaH 'ej DechtaH 'Iw." D'Sira sung at the top of her voice. "'ej Doq SoDtaH ghoSpa' Sqral bIQtIq."<br><br>She was currently a little drunk and singing with characteristic Klingon gusto with a flagon made from a Targ skull in one hand and a bat'leth in the other. She was in the USS Ember's holosuite, but whether she was still aware of that fact was questionable.<br><br>"'e' pa' jaj law' mo' jaj puS." She bawled, celebrating the holographic victory she had just led her troops to in the Battle of Klach D'Kel Brakt.<br><br>"jaj qeylIS molar mIgh HoHchu'qu'." She rored to a finish, surveying the heaped Romulan bodies surrounding her. <br><br>Two holographic Klingon soldiers dragged the Romulan commander in front of her and forced him to his knees. She looked at him uncertain for a second what he was there for, and then smiled broadly, showing her sharp irregular teeth.<br><br>"So Romulan p'taQ, your dishonour is almost complete." She gestured around her at the photonic carnage. "Have you anything to say for youself?"<br><br>The Romulan general remained silent, resigned to his preprogrammed fate. D'Sira undid her uniform's trousers and pulled out an impressively sized cock. Grinning insanely she wanked her huge member furiously, pointing it's head at her captured Romulan foe. After a couple of minutes of masturbation her cock erupted, spattering excessive amounts of gooey white jism over the Romulan's face.<br><br>"Hah, now your dishonour is complete." D'Sira gloated.<br><br>With a wild one handed swing, her bat'leth neatly decapitated the hologram, the head and body toppling in two separate directions. D'Sira began to laugh loudly, stroking the huge erect cock cradled gripped in her fist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 00:23:22</strong>
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				<strong>Rona Jane - Sickbay</strong><br><br>Triage was always a bitch, having to decide who needed care first and who should be left to wait.&nbsp; Unfortunately, not even all the critical injuries could be immediately treated, left to die as she tried to balance the few beds she had versus how many she could save.&nbsp; Right now she was finishing up treatment of a burn sustained fighting the fire, thankful that this was the most pressing thing on her mind.<br><br>Well, not <em>quite</em> the only thing.&nbsp; Thankfully, she had access to chemicals that would keep the massive cock between her legs from becoming erect.&nbsp; The injections directly into the area hurt like one wouldn't believe, but it beat trying to beat off to get it to go back down.&nbsp; And she was running scans on everyone that came in, making mental notes of each woman who suddenly had a massive cock between her legs.<br><br>After putting away the medkit, she headed to the small office that was hers.&nbsp; She brought up the computer and wrote out her report on post-damage repair.&nbsp; It would be routed to the captain for her to review.&nbsp; Then she mulled over the information sitting in an encrypted file on her computer, lest anyone else find out about it.&nbsp; 100% of the women she'd scanned in sickbay after the warp jump now sported cocks.<br><br>The situation was bad.&nbsp; She hit her communicator, <em>"Captain, Medical.&nbsp; I need to see you at your earliest possible convenience please."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 03:43:25</strong>
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				Alessca - Intelligence Officer<br><br>The slim but curvy Intelligence Officer, in her familiar form as a Deltan female, continued to scan her sensors for any indications of hostile or alien activity which might threaten the safety of the ship.&nbsp; It was a problem not easily solved; she couldn't recognize any known alien signals from any star systems in proximity, nor detect at this point any other warp signatures.&nbsp; Still, bothered her that she could not identify their location, something that Astrometrics should come up with soon, she hoped.<br><br>Part of her was also bothered by changes she had noticed since their explosion.&nbsp; She now sported a large penis, frequently erect, in addition to her normal Deltan female genitalia. While she had been able to mold her Star Fleet uniform to cover the unexpected appendage, it bothered her that she could not make it shift away to the normal appearance she created every time she regenerated from her few hours of gelatinous rest each day.&nbsp; It also surprised her she had not felt the need to dissolve since the warp core explosion, something she had had to do since she achieved sentience on Delta.&nbsp; She could still do minor shifts, changing her uniform, for example, the length of her fingers, aspects of her face.&nbsp; But that penis would not go away, and it was incredibly sensitive to sensation.&nbsp; A couple of times, she had had to excuse herself from the Bridge and touch herself there, resulting in an emission.&nbsp; She knew the thick white fluid must still be part of her body, and when she touched it, it was reabsorbed into her.<br><br>She didn't understand it yet, but there were always things about her even she found mysterious.&nbsp; But the ship was in a crisis, and it would have to wait.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 04:23:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Negotiator Light &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82045.msg3620113#msg3620113) had experienced a few strange things in her training to be starfleet counsiller and negotiator but nothing had prepared her for this.<br><br>Andrea had a seat besides the captain on the bridge. This didn't mean she was ranked higher than others, it mainly was useful for contact as when transmission of the main display showed others some moods could easily be picked up and whispered to the captain subtlely. Besides being close to the captain gave her much more accurate feelings of what the captain was thinking, vital so she doesn't interupt unecessarily or talk while the captain is thinking strategy.<br><br>Currently the captain's chair was empty but a few officers were about. What was confusing was that it seemed the amount of entities on the ship seemed to increase. IT was strange it was as if in a flash most female emotions she felt from the ship was coupled with another presense.<br><br>She felt it too. And knew where it was comming from. Dreamily she removed her one piece dress to confirm. <br><br>Lords. A phallus the size of a horse protruded between her legs. Looking about to others on the bridge confirmed other females had them, albiet not as large as Andreas but there all the same.<br><br>http://img820.imageshack.us/i/andrealight.jpg/ (http://img820.imageshack.us/i/andrealight.jpg/)<br><br>Hailing the captain on a secure channel Andrea informed the captain of her readings<br><br>"Captain this is Negotiator Light, Sorry for disturbing you miss but whatever had happened to the ship has not been isolated to its structure. More entities have appeared in the accident somehow. It must have been some energy flux that have fused something with females of the crew. They give off their own emotional readings to me, I sense them like a separate person althouh not as complex. It could be a new lifeform needing hosts, it may be genetic alterations that are unlike anyting I know however they are not fading. They appear to be phalluses in place of cliterous on all women abord, some larger entities or larger endowed ones have testicals also like myself others do not. I still have my vagina intact I think but I am not sure If I am typical for others. I am not sure about others but mine is so large uniforms&nbsp; I can not fit into my previous attire. We may have to consider sedatives in the air for some decks that are already experiencing turmoil. Captain we need you here as soon as you can manage it for I am trained in staying focusd with distractions and this made me forget what I was doing, gosh knows what others who are doing more vital thigns could find themselfs in. If they are like me they may unbalance instatntly,&nbsp; mine in paricular is so large I am not sure if i can get off my seat without falling over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 06:33:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/77298246.jpg)</div><br>"Glad to see you two are on top of the situation, commander, alert me if there are any changes," the captain ordered, with an acknowledging nod in both the operation-officer's and Xander's direction. "And Lieutenant," she added with a frown at Ayaname's uncontrollable wriggling, "The bathroom's only a few feet away, no need to hold it in. Just be sure to hurry back so you can assist the commander." Having completely misunderstood the dilemma the petite officer was going through, she ordered First Officer Xander to take the helm before making a quick retreat. The sight of her emerald green Second in his form-fitting uniform causing a stir in her loins she'd rather avoid for the mean time. <br><br>"Chief P'Trell, Intelligence Officer Alessca, walk with me," she sternly commanded her two officers as the call from Astrometrics came in, "There's work to do." She didn't wait for the duo to respond before stepping into the turbo-lift, expecting them diligently by her side even as the door swished closed. She knew little of her officers unfortunately, having only been aboard the newly launched Ember for barely a few days, but the shapeshifter had stood out during her glimpse of the crew's files. Definitely a handy alien to have on as an intelligence operative. Kathryn had even less time to acquaint herself with Chief P'trell, knowing only that her file was filled with glowing remarks on her natural resistance and apparently commanding air.<br><br>"I'm loathe to-" the captain began, only to be cut off as both the med bay and their negotiator chimed in on the communication channel. "Blacklake to Counsellor Light and Doctor Rona Jane, I have a feeling your reports are related. Light, try keep this to yourself for the mean time and report to med bay. And no sedatives just yet, I want the crew thinking clearly. Doctor, I'd like for the two of you to confer and find a solution to this... mess. I'll be there within the hour." Kathryn couldn't help but sigh at the refreshing news, finally able to push thoughts of being some lone-freak from her mind.<br><br>After taking a moment to allow the sense of relief to wash over her, she turned back to her officers, handing P'trell a small datapad. The small pad contained shots of crumbling ruins of stone as well as a large, ringed, planet. "I'm sure you've already seen this Alessca but apparently we picked up some nearby life upon exiting the jump, located on the planet in that data pad. Unfortunately however, while we've picked up faint life forms as well as signs of sentient structures, we're unable to verify the state of the civilization, if any, on the ground. Sandstorms as well as unidentified electrical interference are hindering our scans."<br><br>As the turbo-lift opened up on engineering, the captain began a hurried march toward Astrometrics while continuing her briefing, "What I want you two to do is give me your professional opinions on what steps to take next, how many guns would be appropriate, the types of specialists that might work best as well as what precautions to take. Remember, in the event that there is life down there, I don't want our crew arriving like an invading army, all we need is to facilitate communications and hopefully convince the locals to help us find our bearings. And if you're looking for volunteers, I've already sent details to half the crew."<br><br>By the time the captain had finished they found themselves in Astrometrics, with the captain only pausing to give a small sniff as she caught a hint of a familiar smell in the air. She had little time to wonder why she recognized it however as she turned to the Bajoran, her face stern and posture official and unyielding as she remarked, "This better be good news Ensign, what have you found?"<br><br><div align="center">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/0146de0e.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 07:42:43</strong>
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				<strong>Commander Grayn, Main Bridge</strong><br><br>"Aye Captain" Xander responded as she stepped from the bridge into the turbo lift.&nbsp; Stepping to the command seats Xander took his seat next to the empty captains chair.&nbsp; Even though he knew he was authorized to sit there when he was in command of the bridge, he preferred to leave that as a reminder that the Captain was still on board.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Ayaname, if you need a minute to compose yourself now would be as good a time as any."&nbsp; Picking up his data pad again to check some figures, his brown noticeably furled, "Tactical, I want an update on the status of the weapons systems in thirty minutes."<br><br><strong>Ensign Kroken, Astrometrics</strong><br><br>Liara had expected the Captains arrival at any time, so she slide off the holographic projector table and attempted to compose herself.&nbsp; Noticeably uncomfortable considering the situation at hand she attempted to convey a sure and professional demeanor as the Captain walked in.<br><br><em>"This better be good news Ensign, what have you found?"</em><br><br>Liara struggled for a minute, the Captain was a very foreboding yet confident woman.&nbsp; She had only seen the Captain a few times since joining the Ember, and all of those times had been during inspections or briefings.&nbsp; She had never been this close.&nbsp; The beautiful raven haired woman's presence caused Liara to shudder for a minute, then she started to panic when she noticed her alien member starting to harden.&nbsp; Attempting to focus her attention on the ships dilemma and not on her hardening monster.&nbsp; "We...we....According to the ships scans and our known star maps, we aren't anywhere."&nbsp; She was having trouble coming up with the words to explain the situation.&nbsp; "According to the computer we are well outside any known region of our galaxy."&nbsp; The holographic representation hung over the table, slowly spinning in a clockwise direction.&nbsp; "I started scanning and mapping the local systems once I found this out, but it could take a while for the computer to be able to extrapolate a direction towards home."&nbsp; Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Liara had given the Captain all the information she had, now she could only wait till the woman left to fix her other problem.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 11:32:06</strong>
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				"The captain needs me to report to medical bay" Light mentioned to the second in command. <br><br>He was competent and knew things must be going wrong. Being naked by all but shoes in front of him was strange however it seemed the man was holding it together himself enough - this was needed during these situations so without seeing his reaction the negotiator made her way to the medbay quickly.<br><br>Many looked at her and gaped, but it was best to stay focused - walking was hard a few times the negotiation stumbled and fell forward not used to her center of mass being so far in front of herself.<br><br>Minutes later Light had walked through the med-bay doors and took a seat.<br><br>Sitting with her legs apart was mandatory - there was no way she could keep them together in a lady like fashion - well not in a sitting posture anyway.<br><br>"O my god doctor. They do indeed feel like another personality, with minds of their own. I am picking up emotions from them. They are not normal in any regard, why it resembles a phallus of males I don't know but it does give me what I can imagine the pleasure of one. I think its safe to say they are different entities. Which means they have rights to live also. Correcting this and undoing the changes in all the females of the crew may be technically genocide if this life form naturally needs hosts to live - and naturally does do so with the energy spikes our new engines made. The feelings and thoughts of them are alien to me primal simple, highly physically-pleasure centered and scent centered. I am not sure how communication with them may be possible but my best guess would be via such methods. How intelligent they are is unknown, if they have a natural leader or Queen that one female here is hostessing I dont yet know but it may well be true for such things. Do they have a hierarchy or social roles I dont know either. Some at least are ridiculously comically large - mine seems so, I am getting stronger readings and feelings from them but I don't know if its part of their society order ... or anything. I am certain whatever they are they are bonding and dominating more of their hosts, they are not here to leave, they like it and want more...&nbsp; they come over a needful."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 16:55:36</strong>
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				<strong>Security Chief P'Trell - Astrometrics Lab</strong><br><br>"<em>What I want you two to do is give me your professional opinions on what steps to take next, how many guns would be appropriate, the types of specialists that might work best as well as what precautions to take. Remember, in the event that there is life down there, I don't want our crew arriving like an invading army, all we need is to facilitate communications and hopefully convince the locals to help us find our bearings. And if you're looking for volunteers, I've already sent details to half the crew</em>."<br><br>Tarah considered her response. She knew her duty was to remind Captain Blakelake of the prime directive, even though the situation could definately be defined under the heading of exceptional circumstances that permitted a waiver of the ruling.<br><br>"I feel I must remind the Captain of the prime directive." Tarah duly replied. "There has been nothing to suggest that the natives of this planet have developed interstellar travel. If the decision to make contact in an attempt to locate our position is made, every care should be taken to prevent harm being caused if the natives are not already aware of sentient life other than their own."<br><br>Her reminder out of the way P'Trell continued to give her impression of the Captain's question.<br><br>"I would suggest a small party of perhaps six or seven, armed only with phaser pistols and only drawn in self defence. If I may volunteer and bring two security crewmembers in case of a hostile reaction. A senior officer, yourself or the XO, titles are important to most sentient species. Sending only junior officers may be regarded as a slur on the natives importance in our eyes. If the counselor is able, a betazoid would be most useful in ascertaining the reactions of anyone we meet. To round off the team, Alassca, Ensign Kroken or both may be able to give an assessment of the technological level of the civilisation"<br><br>Tarah coughed and looked slightly embaressed before adding.<br><br>"If it were politically possible, perhaps not informing our Klingon guest might be advisable." P'Trell suggested. "Klingon first contact protocols tend to be to blow something suitably large to pieces to intimidate the local population, before sending heavily armed parties in to ascertain what might be worth exploiting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 11:26:50</strong>
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				As the negotiator came into sickbay and sat down, Rina was about to speak with her when she began to ramble about strange sensations.&nbsp; She listened and tried to make heads or tails of it, before finally taking a sedative and injecting Light with it, "Calm down hun, just relax."<br><br>Rina took her tricorder and did a quick scan, finding that she did, indeed, have a large penis.&nbsp; She sat on the bed next to the negotiator and said, "I've been doing scans, and I think that every woman on the ship has been infected with whatever gave us these things."<br><br>The negotiator's nudity was going to be a problem, so she hopped up and got her a robe to wear, "Here.&nbsp; Wear this for now, alright?" she knew her own cock, despite the chemicals, was getting to be a problem.&nbsp; "Ok... first what we need is information.&nbsp; Does every female on the ship have one of... these?&nbsp; Or is someone immune?&nbsp; If someone is immune, we need to find out what it is that makes them special.&nbsp; But we can't do a ship-wide announcement or action without the Captain."<br><br>She began to pace.&nbsp; It was a nervous habit that she only did when extremely frustrated.&nbsp; Such as now, and trying to keep her mind off the giant cock trying to grow between her legs.&nbsp; Damnit to hell!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 14:00:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Negotiator Light in Medbay &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82045.msg3620113#msg3620113) <br><br></div><strong>"I picked up emanations from most in a rush. I couldn't be specific perhaps some are immune, but the amount of new energies overwhelmed me, focusing on specific ones all came from female crew members... but I didn't have the time to try and pry each of them, I doubt I could this ship is large, and many things like warp cores and high energy readings can shield people from my ways"</strong><br><br>The sedative helped keep her mind clear<br><br><strong>"Thanks for that, I did recommend ship wide sedatives until we know more but that may be just as dangerous or more so .. the captain is right to know more before choosing such an option"</strong><br><br>Rina had one also - not as large as the negotiators but still exceptionally large by human standards. Noticing it helped the negotiator become less panicky about her own.<br><br><strong>"You have helped me with a sedative, I know you cant take one yourself as we need to the be alert - but if indeed they do act like what they resemble perhaps I can help" </strong><br><br>The negotiator smiled and patted the bedplace to her right<br><strong><br>"We have to be sensible about this, if we get immature about this predicament we may loose more than we know, we need to act carefully the captain is relying on us to be professional. Gosh I hope the captain sees me soon though, I feel strange being away from her during times she may need me."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 15:01:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82044.msg3622360#msg3622360">Quote from: Polymorph on 12-09-2010, 16:55:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Security Chief P'Trell - Astrometrics Lab</strong><br><br>"<em>What I want you two to do is give me your professional opinions on what steps to take next, how many guns would be appropriate, the types of specialists that might work best as well as what precautions to take. Remember, in the event that there is life down there, I don't want our crew arriving like an invading army, all we need is to facilitate communications and hopefully convince the locals to help us find our bearings. And if you're looking for volunteers, I've already sent details to half the crew</em>."<br><br>Tarah considered her response. She knew her duty was to remind Captain Blakelake of the prime directive, even though the situation could definately be defined under the heading of exceptional circumstances that permitted a waiver of the ruling.<br><br>"I feel I must remind the Captain of the prime directive." Tarah duly replied. "There has been nothing to suggest that the natives of this planet have developed interstellar travel. If the decision to make contact in an attempt to locate our position is made, every care should be taken to prevent harm being caused if the natives are not already aware of sentient life other than their own."<br><br>Her reminder out of the way P'Trell continued to give her impression of the Captain's question.<br><br>"I would suggest a small party of perhaps six or seven, armed only with phaser pistols and only drawn in self defence. If I may volunteer and bring two security crewmembers in case of a hostile reaction. A senior officer, yourself or the XO, titles are important to most sentient species. Sending only junior officers may be regarded as a slur on the natives importance in our eyes. If the counselor is able, a betazoid would be most useful in ascertaining the reactions of anyone we meet. To round off the team, Alassca, Ensign Kroken or both may be able to give an assessment of the technological level of the civilisation"<br><br>Tarah coughed and looked slightly embaressed before adding.<br><br>"If it were politically possible, perhaps not informing our Klingon guest might be advisable." P'Trell suggested. "Klingon first contact protocols tend to be to blow something suitably large to pieces to intimidate the local population, before sending heavily armed parties in to ascertain what might be worth exploiting."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alessca had found the close quarters of the three women in the turbolift oddly stimulating.&nbsp; Her new penis was reacting to the presence with a profound response that challenged the shape shifter's ability to keep it covered by uniform.&nbsp; She did her best to concentrate on the Captain's orders and Security Chief P'Trell's recommendations.<br><br>"I agree basically with Tarah's counsel," she added as they finally left the lift and headed toward Astrometrics.&nbsp; "With one exception.&nbsp; I believe we should launch a Class three probe to determine that the meteorlogical and electromagnetic interference effectively shielding the planet are natural, and not an artificial attempt at deception.&nbsp; Such a discovery would certainly alter the away team's attitude toward their mission.&nbsp; Even if the interference is natural, the presence of ancient, unadvanced ruins, does not necessarily mean that there are not more advanced settlements elsewhere on the planet."<br><br>They entered Astrometrics, and Alessca found a console and transferred her Intel functions to it, beginning to program the probe.&nbsp; "If we are, in fact, in completely unknown space, we should be aware that we will need to foster allies as well as beware of hostile threats.&nbsp; While I agree that first contact must be minimized if this is a truly primitive culture, we should be on the lookout for more advanced civilizations where such contact is allowed and should be encouraged."<br><br>The slim but curvy shape shifter motioned for the Security Chief to join her at the console as the Captain apparently huddled with Ensign Kroken.&nbsp; "Lt. P'Trell, I feel we should also prepare a threat assessment as to the changes that have occurred to our bodies, and possible countermeasures.&nbsp; While Counselor Light's judgement is intriguing, I do not eliminate the possibility that she is misinterpreting her senses.&nbsp; This will be her first time equipped with male genitalia.&nbsp; It is common among many races with male genders to express the canard that the male organs have a 'mind of their own'.&nbsp; That is to say, they respond to biological stimulus without the specific intention of conscious decision.&nbsp; Perhaps that is what she is responding to.&nbsp; For example, I now find the closeness of the three females here stimulating and highly distracting.<br><br>"We should also determine what effect, if any, this phenomonon has had on the male members of the crew.&nbsp; If they are, indeed, immune, it suggests that they may have to fill a more prominent role in ship operations while the female crew deals with this problem."<br><br>She turned to the other two.&nbsp; "Captain, Class three probe is ready to launch toward the planet."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 15:42:22</strong>
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				"<em>Lt. P'Trell, I feel we should also prepare a threat assessment as to the changes that have occurred to our bodies, and possible countermeasures</em>." Alassca suggested P'Trell. "<em>While Counselor Light's judgement is intriguing, I do not eliminate the possibility that she is misinterpreting her senses.&nbsp; This will be her first time equipped with male genitalia.&nbsp; It is common among many races with male genders to express the canard that the male organs have a 'mind of their own'.&nbsp; That is to say, they respond to biological stimulus without the specific intention of conscious decision.&nbsp; Perhaps that is what she is responding to.&nbsp; For example, I now find the closeness of the three females here stimulating and highly distracting</em>."<br><br>Tarah nodded in agreement. The matter of fact way the Intel officer discussed the problem was having a calming effect on the Andorian and allowing her to consider the problem rationally.<br><br>"I too have been having similar problems, the appendage itself appears to twice the length and girth with which the two approximately male genders of my species are usually endowed. In addition I am experiencing increased lubrication of my remaining female genitalia whenever the offending member becomes engorged." The security officer admitted, adding in a conspiratorial whisper. "If I may make a suggestion? Before coming on duty, when I was unaware that I was not the only crewmember who had suffered this transformation, I took the precaution of replicating some strong elasticated bandaging. I have found that lying the phallus upwards over the stomach and wrapping bandages around my waist holds it firmly and comfortably in place and smooths out any unseemly bulging inside my uniform."<br><br>P'Trell stood at ease whilst the shapeshifter programmed the probe. Where the Intelligence officer had made recommendations, to complement her own she was in complete concurrence with the officer's greater scientific reasoning. The fact that the electrical interference may have been artificially produced had not even occurred to her until it was proposed by the outwardly Deltan Alassca. She chided herself silently for failing to consider the possibility herself.<br><br>"<em>Captain, Class three probe is ready to launch toward the planet</em>." Alassca informed Captain Blacklake.<br><br>Tarah stood by with rapt attention, eager to find out any additional facts that the probe might unearth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 07:10:17</strong>
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				As her crew gave their reports, suggestions and insights, the captain merely listened. With her arms calmly folded, brow furrowed and lips curled into a curious frown, she used the time to quietly observe her officers. An action that took almost every ounce of her being to ignore the Bajoran's cute, dimpled, face, the Andorian's exotic, blue, features and the Deltan's slender curves. Instead Kathryn tried to focus on their mannerisms and attitudes in an attempt to gauge their reaction to Liara's disturbing news.<br><br>At first she raised a brow in concern as she watched Ensign Kroken grow increasingly anxious, believing that the Bajoran might be in shock after her admittedly startling findings. Kat soon surmised however, with just a slight smile, that Kroken's worries were concentrated more around the growing bulge in her pants than the fact that they were literally drifting alone and lost in space. The poor Star Fleet officer certainly had her priorities skewed but the captain couldn't find it in her heart to blame the Bajoran, especially since she knew how distracting that bulge could be. <br><br>Thankfully however Liara's uneasy shuddering and stuttering was offset by the startling professionalism of the remaining two officers. Blacklake could only nod thoughtfully as P'Trell gave her own straightforward analysis and suggestions for the mission, with but a brief smirk lighting up her features at the mention of the Klingon. The captain could still recall the surprisingly quick spread of rumours upon allowing a member of the Korroth clan on board, with the reports of the strain the Chief was going through following soon after. She wasn't quiet sure how even a Klingon could cause so much trouble so soon after her assignment but left such thoughts for another day as she turned her gaze to the Deltan.<br><br>Alessca showed an exceptional amount of control and candour, with Blacklake almost blushing at her confession of arousal for the crew around her. The detail didn't escape her however that the shapeshifter referred to "our bodies" which only left the captain pondering how that could even be possible. Couldn't the Deltan simply take on a new form if she were suffering from the same issue? While she thought it, Kat refrained from voicing such questions for now, preferring to make but a small mental note to suggest that the Head of Intelligence undergo an examination by the doctor.<br><br>"Thank you Ensign Kroken, that'll be all," the captain graciously replied, dismissing the Astrometrics officer as she turned to the others. With a confident hand on her hip, Blacklake's face remained stern as she spoke. "I have to say, Officers Allessca and P'Trell, you complement each other nicely. Before you launch the probe however, allow me a moment to consider what's been said." A small smile escaped her lips as she noted Allesca's initiative in preparing the device but it was soon replaced by that same look of sincerity as she responded to the officers' suggestions.<br><br>"First of all, put aside any concerns over the prime directive. If the civilization is underdeveloped then we'll simply acquire what information they have covertly. I know it's a long shot but creatures of intelligence usually find it difficult to keep their gaze from the stars, even if they lack the means to adequately study them. The ancient Greeks of humanity had little more than candles, wax and stone but still managed to record their own findings. Perhaps they've noticed something that could be of use. And if they are an advanced race, then we'll simply ask," the captain added with a calm shrug of her shoulders. "So whether or not they're warp-capable is irrelevant for now but still... I'm grateful for the catch Chief P'Trell." She shot the security officer a thankful smile before returning her attention to the Deltan, "Alright, launch the probe Officer Allesca. And Chief, form your team, I'll come with but this is effectively your mission, good luck."<br><br>With that said, Blacklake turned to leave, her mind now on the med bay and the possible explanations from the ship's counsellor and doctor. Only pausing to glance back at Liara. With a smile she noted, "Oh and Ensign, when you find a moment and have completed your scans, I'd like you to meet me in my office. There's a matter of import I need to discuss with you. In the mean time, assist Chief P'Trell and Allessca to the best of your abilities." And then she was gone.<br><br>A few minutes later had the captain storming into the bay and seeking answers, clearly perturbed by the change despite her relative calm from before. "Alright, Doctor, Counsellor, let me begin by saying, I don't care if they're alive, sentient, or great conversationalists, all I care is how long it'll take for us to hack them off," she sharply insisted as she came to an abrupt stop before the two, hands both placed expectantly on her hips, with a brief glance in Rina's direction to quickly add, "Not literally doctor."<br><br>"Honestly, I've already noticed many of the crew behaving awkwardly and while I'm wondering whether to announce this across the ship I'm not sure if I'm ready to deal with the emotional turmoil that'll cause. Remember, even if children were disallowed for the venture, there are couples both married and otherwise on board." With a heavy sigh Kathryn pushed herself up onto a bed opposite Andrea Light, placing her hands on both knees for support. "Also it just gets worse from there as I think mine... grows," she coughed, unsure how to phrase the next sentence without coming off as completely balmy. "Especially when excited." Kat winced as the absurdity of it all struck her. She frankly felt that it wouldn't be long before she was carted off in a straight jacket. "It seems to only be temporary but completely bizarre nonetheless." Before she continued she shot the two officers a terrifying glare while adding, "And I'd recommend not asking how I know unless you're both eager for a trip to the closest airlock."<br><br>With another heavy sigh however her tone softened before pointing out, "So, I'm starting to get the vibe that not only do I have a member but a vampire member... That said, Doctor, I'm hoping you'll find a solution before I'm forced to write the report that'll have me laughed out of the Federation." A grim smile crossed her lips as she semi-joked.<br><br>"So to summarize, I'll need your advice regarding whether or not I inform the crew, if flooding the ship with sedatives is truly the answer and well, another issue which I'll address in a moment," she added before gazing up towards Rina and Light, a small frown forming as she spoke, "For all my worries, both your primary concerns should be the health and mental stability of the crew. I don't want either of you spreading this around but... we're not quite sure where we are currently and so we need everyone performing at their peak until we find our bearings."<br><br>It was a heavy revelation, one that she felt her insides knotting over by simply mentioning, but Blacklake couldn't afford the time it might take for them to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. And so she continued, with her attention shifting between the two as she spoke. "But that's a concern for a later date. For now you two should know we'll be sending down an away team soon. I understand you're both busy but the dusty air in your lungs and likely hostile environment might do you some good," she teased, "In all seriousness though, it's completely voluntary."<br><br>"If you decide to stay on the ship, it'll be relatively safer but I can't promise that you'll find time to kick your feet up and relax," she noted before offering Rina a look of concern, "Sorry Doctor, I know you've been working twenty-four-seven on the injuries from yesterday to today."<br><br>"Anyway, that's the gist of it, what would be your professional opinions," she posited with a feigned smile and curious glance to both Rina and Light.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 11:46:03</strong>
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				THe moment the captain entered the medbay Light stood quickly. Turning around quickly wasn't exactly a smart idea so she negoiator<br>thought to do so slowly smiling. (http://img243.imageshack.us/f/copyof10.jpg)<br><br>"OH thank lords capatin that your here."<br><br>A moment later she stumbled from the weight of her new appendage.<br><br>http://www.futanaripalace.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=72517&amp;d=1248702000 (http://www.futanaripalace.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=72517&amp;d=1248702000)<br><br>http://www.futanaripalace.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=272194&amp;d=1281331377 (http://www.futanaripalace.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=272194&amp;d=1281331377)<br><br>At the captains suggestions of forceful removal Andrea grew concerned.<br><br>"This could be a new species, that relys on hosts, if so they may have defence mechanisms<br>to prevent removal, or could fuse with the host to make a new hybrid, which is what things seem<br>to be for now anyway."<br><br>"I understand your the captain and that your main concern is that of the crew but please listen<br>it may be more important than this. If this is the first of their kind we have met doing what<br>you said would be an act of war - a response from an attempt from them to communicate. If they can do <br>this they may bring incredible advantages to medicine. We must conisder being allies and consider<br>them for acceptance into starfleet ! I dont want to lecture you about directives you already know<br>way more than I do captain but being quick so solve this with extreme measures has created unavoidable<br>wars in the past."<br><br>Andrea felt tension from the captain loud and clear, but one didnt have to be an empath to do so<br>one look on her "I want order now !" expression was enough for anyone.<br><br>"We dont have to report to Starfleet straight away, this isnt your fault, not could see <br>things comming and we do have more options, we are here to help. We all knew expolroing<br>wll have risks and unexpected things happen we all signed up for this.... "<br><br>Andrea felt impatience a little from her so instinctively placed both her hands over<br>the captains own which were on her knees and stared directly at the captains incredible penis<br><br>"Trying not to stare at them is pointless, I found watching them directly can relax, we can't associate it<br>as being rude under these conditions. Something has happened and we are all managing as best we can.<br>Unexpected yes, without warning true - but perhaps this is their only way<br>to make first contact. So far they have not caused any harm and have given many pleasure already<br>I can feel this - isn't this a sign at least for a peaceful intentions?<br><br>I understand you may be worried about families on board and social and culural ramifications<br>however they are not to know this, none would and we will adapt we are starfleet cultures<br>change to meet our needs. If your own phallus has this ability perhaps it is part of a <br>social hierachy where yours is an empress or queen. We have to consider negotiations, see what they want."<br><br>So Captain you may not like it but my proffessional opinion would be to let me attempt <br>to negotiate or communicate with the one you have. It is our best fastest hope to working out<br>whats happening. Either way I do volenteer"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 19:57:59</strong>
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				<strong>Commander Grayn, Main Bridge</strong><br><br>"Engineering team two says all weapons systems online Commander."&nbsp; Xander heard the beep on the tactical console indicating an incoming report as the young lieutenant standing behind him at the tactical station began reporting the progress.&nbsp; "Shields at seventy eight percent because the explosion knocked out about a third of the shield generators.&nbsp; Phaser banks and torpedo launchers were unaffected.&nbsp; Shield generators should be fully online in six hours."<br><br>"Very well"&nbsp; Xander nodded standing op and walking over to the Lieutenant sitting at the helm station, he stared inquisitively out at the brown and red planet that hung quietly in the distance.&nbsp; "Lets set a synchronous orbit over the planet's norther continent.&nbsp; Should be the location of the ruins we found."<br><br>"Aye sir"&nbsp; He responded as he began punching in commands to the helm controls.&nbsp; The viewscreen showed the Ember slowly starting to move towards the planet on sub-light engines.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><strong>Ensign Kroken, Astrometrics</strong><br><br><em>"Oh and Ensign, when you find a moment and have completed your scans, I'd like you to meet me in my office. There's a matter of import I need to discuss with you. In the mean time, assist Chief P'Trell and Allessca to the best of your abilities."</em><br><br>Liara was slightly aroused and slightly terrified by the request.&nbsp; She had no reason to believe she was in trouble, but was very excited by the idea of being alone with such an alluring and confident woman.&nbsp; She had to fight her mind to keep the sexual thoughts buried as she helped to calibrate the Astometric sensors to the probe.&nbsp; The Intelligence officer would need the scanners working perfectly to gather the data she wanted.<br><br>All the while she struggled with the need to hide in a corner and stroke her slowly growing member, with the vision of the captains naked body in her mind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 02:57:20</strong>
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				Lieutenant Alessca, Intelligence Officer -- Astrostellar Lab with P'Trell and Kroken<br><br>"Probe launched," Alessca said as she pushed the appropriate controls on he console.&nbsp; There was the barest hint of vibration through the ship as the probe's impulse engines fired and sent it out the launch bay.&nbsp; "Orbit will be achieved in seven standard minutes, and I'll begin analyzing readings immediately, Captain."<br><br>She paid attention to the captain's comments and orders as she left the room.&nbsp; Having a moment to do little but monitor the probe's progress, she looked at P'Trell standing nearby, and Ensign Kroken at her station, also monitoring the flight.&nbsp; Alessca closed her eyes and concentrated a moment, remembering the security chief's advice on how to deal with their 'problem'.&nbsp; Her crotch swirled and partially liquified, and the resiliently stout member which had been straining along her leg now was allowed to rest against her belly, and she "re-clad" herself with bands of "cloth" keeping it in place.&nbsp; The effect was hardly less obvious, however.&nbsp; Alessca could see not only her own penis, but the other two girls' erections well outlined beneath the trim Starfleet uniforms.<br><br>"I'm not sure this is a satisfactory solution," Alessca observed to P'Trell.&nbsp; Almost unconsciously, her fingers reached over to the green-skinned officer, and touched the bulging outline at its base and ran them lightly along its length to the tip.&nbsp; "Do you not find this sensation distracting, even demanding of constant attention?&nbsp; I confess, it is difficult to resist the urge to caress mine..."&nbsp; Her fingers retraced their path down P'Trell's cock and back up, her eyes seemingly fascinated by the sight and touch.<br><br>She started to the sound of a beep from her console.&nbsp; She quickly turned back to it.&nbsp; "Probe entering orbit and beginning scans," she said briskly, trying to get her mind strictly back to business.&nbsp; "Reading a great deal of dust in the upper atmosphere.&nbsp; It makes me wonder if there may have been a volcanic or meteoric disturbance in the near past.&nbsp; Sunlight reaching the planet is very dim, inhibiting plant growth and animal life to a minimum."<br><br>She continued to read her scans.&nbsp; "Atmosphere reads as within breathable parameters for humanoid life, but not terribly comfortable.&nbsp; Constant wind makes for poor visibility as the norm, and there are some very large and brutal sandstorms sweeping the surface at intervals.&nbsp; I'm reading no life forms in the swath of these storms.&nbsp; Our away team should avoid them at all costs.&nbsp; Hmm...&nbsp; There's another compound bound up in the atmosphere, similar enough to some neurochemisty to possibly induce hallucinatory responses.&nbsp; I am sending the chemical readings to sick bay to see if the doctor can prepare counter agents to block the effects for the away team."<br><br>She punched some icons on her screen.&nbsp; "Attempting to get more readings from the surface.&nbsp; The electronic interference in the upper atmosphere is difficult to pierce reliably.&nbsp; I am seeing traces of ancient ruins consistent with that already observed by astrometrics.&nbsp; A few hundred sites have now been catalogued.&nbsp; The sites all appear to be near outcroppings or topological mounds, and the architecture is consistent with burial crypts in other known cultures.&nbsp; However, I cannot eliminate the possibility they could be entrances to subterranean structures masked by the interference.&nbsp; The planet is reading as a mineralogical trove, with high density of valuable metals indicated by the probing spectrographs, both underground and on the surface."&nbsp; She glanced at the security chief.&nbsp; "We could find some valuable supplies here, with proper precautions against the hazardous climate."<br><br>"Attempting to map the electronic interference.&nbsp; It is not consistent with solar activity or cosmic rays.&nbsp; It is randomly spread through the upper atmosphere, but a concentration seems to be leading down to a point beneath the surface, most likely the true source of the interference.&nbsp; Whether it is artificial or some kind of natural phenomenon...&nbsp; I cannot determine," she ended with a small scowl of frustration.<br><br>She snapped a few icons almost tensely and turned to P'Trell and Kroken.&nbsp; "I've copied my findings to the Bridge and the Captain.&nbsp; I will continue to monitor and analyze in hopes of providing more intelligence for the away team, until it is time to form up and beam down.&nbsp; Lt. P'Trell, I suggest the away team take with them a set of pattern enhancers, to make sure they can beam back up through the electromagnetic interference."&nbsp; She ended her comments with an unconscious glance back down to the front of Tarah's uniform, flicking her tongue over her lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 07:28:55</strong>
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				Lieutenant Alassca launched the probe and Tarah unconsciously moved closer, eager to see the results of the drone's investigation. Her hip brushed that of the Intelligence officer's and the security chief felt her cock twitch under the makeshift bindings as if reacting to the touch. Tarah noticed the shapeshifter's pelvis seeming to melt and flow, the outline of her own cock shifting from her uniform's pants leg to rearing straight up beneath a uniform that the Andorian tried not to remind herself was in reality part of Alassca herself.<br><br>"I'm not sure this is a satisfactory solution," Alessca observed to P'Trell. "Do you not find this sensation distracting, even demanding of constant attention?&nbsp; I confess, it is difficult to resist the urge to caress mine..."&nbsp; <br><br>As she was speaking the Deltan looking officer's hand reached out her her long slim fingers brushed the base of P'Trell's cock under her Starfleet uniform. The cock surged, swelling at the touch and throbbing as Alassca's fingers traced it's shape upwards until her fingers were caressing the tip, rounded and huge beneath Tarah's shirt like a clenched fist. She brushed her hand down the length once more, the cock jerking and moving slightly as if it was indeed a lifeform in it's own right as Andrea Light had informed them, although Tarah could feel for herself in aching detail every gentle touch Alassca made on the member.<br><br>The sound from the console signalling the return of data from the probe broke both officers concentration on P'Trell's phallus. In truth the bindings, though of some value when the member was dormant had been of little use once attention had been drawn to the appendage. It was now agonisingly erect from the shapeshifter's caress, and if the probe hadn't diverted attention Tarah suspected that she may well have been inclined to tear the clothing that hid it aside and disgraced herself in front of both the lieutenant and the young Bajoran ensign.<br><br>The Lieutenant reported the probes findings, the planet below sounding more inhospitable with every returned reading. The prospect of hallucinatory elements in the atmosphere sounding particularly daunting. The ruins seemed well spread over the planet's surface, and Tarah nodded her agreement of Alassca's interpretation.<br><br>"I agree, these could very well be the entrances to an underground network." Tarah stated. "Andoria itself would scan as very similar to this, where we Andorians burrowed underground to build our cities to escape the arctic condition. A civilisation here could have done much the same to avoid the sandstorms."<br><br>"I've copied my findings to the Bridge and the Captain. I will continue to monitor and analyze in hopes of providing more intelligence for the away team, until it is time to form up and beam down." Alassca reported, adding her scientific advice. "Lt. P'Trell, I suggest the away team take with them a set of pattern enhancers, to make sure they can beam back up through the electromagnetic interference."<br><br>"Crewmen Doe and Smith, draw transporter pattern enhancers, tricorders and sidearms from stores and report to transporter room three." Tarah ordered into her comm badge. The two security team redshirts were both humans and dependable men with level heads.<br><br>Tarah looked back to Alassca, catching the shapeshifter looking hungrily at the bulge beneath P'Trell's uniform.<br><br>"It will be some time before the equipment and the Doctor's counter agent are ready." Tarah said, her voice steady despite her feelings. "As you have said Lieutenant, there is an almost overwhelming need to touch these penises. A need which, unless I am very much mistaken as to the source of the alluring musk in the astrometrics lab, Ensign Kroken here has investigated. It may be that in the interests of efficiency during the away mission we should attempt to temporarily sate this need."<br><br>Tarah paused, allowing her meaning to be considered by the other officers.<br><br>"It would be foolish for us to deny our shared predicament." Tarah said. "Though we could each separate and deal with this personally, perhaps to use an earth expression 'a problem shared is a problem halved'."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 18:04:47</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Kroken, Lieutenant Alassca, Lieutenant P'Trell, Astrometrics</strong><br><br><em>"It will be some time before the equipment and the Doctor's counter agent are ready." Tarah said, her voice steady despite her feelings. "As you have said Lieutenant, there is an almost overwhelming need to touch these penises. A need which, unless I am very much mistaken as to the source of the alluring musk in the astrometrics lab, Ensign Kroken here has investigated. It may be that in the interests of efficiency during the away mission we should attempt to temporarily sate this need."</em><br><br>Liara had tried to keep her mind on her work and off of the strain in her crotch, but hearing the Andorian talk about the same problem she had, a wave of relief as well as a wave of desire washed over her body and her appendage swelled inside her uniform.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"It would be foolish for us to deny our shared predicament." Tarah said. "Though we could each separate and deal with this personally, perhaps to use an earth expression 'a problem shared is a problem halved'."</em><br><br>Naturally being a horny person, would have made no qualms about an invitation such as what Lieutenant P'Trell was suggesting; however, with the added strain and desire that came with the monster penis in her uniform Liara lost control.&nbsp; Turning to the two women, Liara slowly opened her uniform bottoms, allowing her monster cock to spring forward.&nbsp; Quickly after that she undid her top and let the light elastic fabric to drop to the floor.&nbsp; Unable to restrain herself she walked up to the two women and started to slowly stroke both of their growing bulges.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 00:05:26</strong>
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				Lieutenant Alassca, Ensign Kroken, Lieutenant P'Trell, Astrometrics<br><br>Alessca smiled at P'Trell's suggestion, and extended her smile to Kroken.&nbsp; "Surely the well being and success of the away team would be more likely if these... extensions were not such a distraction.&nbsp; Typically, an attempt to release the stored tensions can provide at least a temporary relief."&nbsp; She stepped toward Tarah, moving to her, against her, so the long, thick tubes under their uniforms met and rubbed against each other.&nbsp; The pressure was an exquisite sensation, and Alessca took a deep breath in response.<br><br>"I wonder," she said softly, her head also near the security chief's ear.&nbsp; "Is your organ green like the rest of your flesh, or more pale, like your antennae?&nbsp; Mine is a color to match my current skin.&nbsp; I wonder if it would change if my form changed?&nbsp; Not that I have any desire to do that, right now..."<br><br>After a moment of continued contact, she took a step back.&nbsp; "Would you like to see it?" she smiled.&nbsp; She looked down herself, and the uniform covering her groin and lower belly melted away, letting the pink phallus drop slighlty, released from the binding of the "cloth".&nbsp; The throbbing cock had to be over 20 centimeters long, and thick as Alessca's admittedly thin Deltan forearm.&nbsp; "By proportion, this compares very favorably to the dimensions usually found in humanoid males.&nbsp; I think it may be continuing to grow slightly each time it is aroused."<br><br>She smiled to the officer.&nbsp; "Your turn, Tarah," she teased, knowing the proceedure for P'Trell to disrobe would be slightly more difficult than it was for her.<br><br>Before P'Trell could react however, both girls were met by Ensign Kroken.&nbsp; The horny officer was next to them, her uniform not only lowered to allow her own erect appendage freedom, but the rest of her clothing cast aside as well.&nbsp; Alessca found herself admiring the comely Bajoran in ways she never would have imagined before she had her own huge cock to inspire her.<br><br>Alessca gasped as she felt Liara's hand reach boldly for her engorged penis, stroking it with purpose and familiarity.&nbsp; She could only respond by reaching for the Ensign's phallus in return, mirroring her caresses.&nbsp; Imitation was a talent for shape shifters, and Alessca quickly developed a deft touch on her associate's cock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 07:36:36</strong>
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				<strong>Lieutenant P'Trell - Astrometrics Lab</strong><br><br>Tarah smiled as Alassca's form rippled as her clothing was reabsorbed into her body. The shapeshifter's cock stood proudly erect, rearing up from between her thighs to well above her naval. Ensign Kroken came and joined the two officers, reaching out to stroke their phalluses with one hand on each.<br><br>"Your turn, Tarah,"&nbsp; Alassca teased, eyeing the bulge in the front of the Lieutenant's uniform.<br><br>Tarah slid the starfleet pants down over her hips and pulled the uniform top up. She unwound the bandages that she'd wrapped around her waist in an attempt to control her new cock. The member sprang forth as the elasticated wrappings fell away. It's length was not greatly shorter than the Andorian's forearm and the bulbous tip nearly the size of her clenched fist. The shaft was the same cobalt blue as her skin, whilst the cocktip darkened to a purple that matched perfectly the Andorian's areolea, nipples and labia.<br><br>The Bajoran, Liara was stroking both the cocks of the other officers, the strange growths twitching and jerking to her touch. Alassca was fondling Ensign Kroken in return. Tarah felt her more familiar sex dampen as she became aroused at the sight of the other two shafts that had somehow grafted themselves to the women. She reached out herself, cupping one hand under each of the women's heavy ballsacks and squeezed gently. The fleshy globes seemed swollen and full, just as her own felt. <br><br>"This will take some investigation to discover exactly how these new members responses work." P'Trell said, struggling to keep the rising lust from her voice. "I have found that my more familiar sex becomes aroused in direct proportion to the newer addition. Even now, with this monster fully engorged I can feel myself becoming extremely lubricated."<br><br>To see if this theory ran true for the other officers, Tarah slid her hands further beneath the swollen testes and sought out the vaginal clefts of her crewmates. Stroking her fingers along both of their labia's she felt to determine if, like her own, their outer lips were leaking feminine moisture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 11:05:37</strong>
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				When Blacklake felt the gentle touch of Andrea's hands over her own, she could handle it. When the negotiator leaned in, causing her already seductive curves to grow more prominent, she could handle it. She could even handle the sight of that misty grey gaze and her luxurious blonde locks.<br><br>Up until that moment, using naught but sheer will, Kat had managed to stifle that nagging need; to suppress it. But as the Counsellor bore into her cock with those penetrating eyes, the captain could only wince as her resolve finally faded and, with horror, she felt the member stir. As shame rippled through her body, the sleeping giant visibly shifted from its slumber, causing the heavy bulge in her pants to suddenly swell with the thick meat. Its sluggish growth filling what little room her overstretched clothing could take as it slowly pushed outward, only to stop as the bulbous end snagged itself under her waistband. Kat grunted at the new resistance with her growing erection causing her pants to gradually tent and her member to bend painfully as it strained to pull free.<br><br>All it took however was the touch of cool air on its warm, rubbery, skin and the thought of a strangers eyes upon it. Tossing her head back, she gasped as she felt the cock surge forward, causing her waistband to slap back like a thin elastic as the massive member twitched wantonly to attention. It swelled larger and larger with each visible throb, as if pumped by what little strength and humiliation she could spare, until finally coming to a slow as it felt the warm breath of the counsellor encircling its tip. Blacklake wasn't sure if it was only her imagination or not but, in that brief moment, she quickly snapped out from her dreamy daze.<br><br>Weakly, she slipped her hands from under Andrea's own before giving the Counsellor a light push backward, panting as she tried to regain her composure. "That... that'll be enough conjecture for one day Doctor," she huffed, trying to ignore the painfully erect member now throbbing between her legs, "I think... I think I've heard enough of empress vampire cocks and the possible war they might declare on us." Just saying it left her weary as she leaned back on her arms and finally addressed the nearby Officer, Rina, with a heavy sigh, "Doctor, if you would please... a sedative would be nice."<br><br>Meanwhile, on the bridge...<br><br>"Lieutenant Ayaname," the name rang melodically through the air as Lieutenant Chelsea Kipling sprung up from behind the operations officer, only to lean uncomfortably over her as she casually tossed a data pad down onto the panel before her. "Here's my report for the deck you assigned me to! The one way, way, way, waaaaay, on the other side of the ship, for some bizarre reason." She noted with a naive smile, knowing all too well why Ayaname had sent her so far.<br><br>Since the beginning, the lieutenant had been annoying Hitomi, forcing the petite woman to fend off her unwanted advances at every step of the way. A fact that left the randy security officer simply rippling with frustration as she took her sexual needs out on whoever was closest at the time. With each successful attempt to brush the overly bubbly Chelsea aside however, she only returned a lot more aggressive. <br><br>Kipling was actually on the verge of giving up though when opportunity showed itself. Unlike most of the crew she almost squealed with delight at the finding of her new equipment, with an eager need to try it out. And when she noticed that familiar lump in Hitomi's own uniform she just knew the operations officer was at her most vulnerable. And so ever since the captain had left she'd been "accidently" brushing past Hitomi, enticing her with lewd postures as she pretended to pick up this or that object, or even reaching over her seductively to fetch something she didn't even require. An act she was doing just now as she started to needlessly point to a few details on the pad while leaning unnecessarily close to the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 16:14:06</strong>
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				Rina had used the Captain's arrival to gain some distance away from Light, not trusting the woman since she seemed keen to try and fuck them.&nbsp; She took the chemical cocktail she had mixed up and walked over, pressing the cold hypospray tip against the underside of Light's new cock and injecting it, "Here... maybe this will help calm that thing."<br><br>She reloaded and gently unbuckled the Captain's pants, sliding her pants down and then her panties.&nbsp; She looked at the large member and blushed bright red, before gently pressing the tip of the hypospray to the large head of the Captain's cock.&nbsp; The sensation of the cocktail entering and spreading would probably be enough to cause the Captain to involuntarily cum, which would send jets of hot, sticky cum all over Rina's face.<br><br>Rina stumbled back onto the floor, looking up in shock as the cum squirted onto her uniform and body.&nbsp; She was deep crimson, thinking she should've injected the base of the Captain's cock instead of the head.&nbsp; She'd know in the future which she needed to do.&nbsp; "Um, s-sorry, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 19:48:05</strong>
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				<br><strong>Ensign Kroken, Lieutenant Alassca, Lieutenant P'Trell, Astrometrics</strong><br>Realizing her legs were drenched with wetness and her body was thrumbing with desire Liara stepped up to the shapeshifter, leaning up to grab her in a passionate embrace as she lifted a leg over the massive member and clamped her legs around it, letting the rigid warm shaft press hard against her aching lips.&nbsp; Her own massive member now pressed against Alassca's belly as she slide up and down the massive shaft.&nbsp; Her lips explored Alassca's mouth, her tongue darted around, lightly running along the inside of Alassca's lips.&nbsp; How amazingly accurate the shapeshifter had copied the way a real human felt, Liara thought to herself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 21:53:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82044.msg3640067#msg3640067">Quote from: Scribbles on 16-09-2010, 11:05:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Meanwhile, on the bridge...<br><br>"Lieutenant Ayaname," the name rang melodically through the air as Lieutenant Chelsea Kipling sprung up from behind the operations officer, only to lean uncomfortably over her as she casually tossed a data pad down onto the panel before her. "Here's my report for the deck you assigned me to! The one way, way, way, waaaaay, on the other side of the ship, for some bizarre reason." She noted with a naive smile, knowing all too well why Ayaname had sent her so far.<br><br>Since the beginning, the lieutenant had been annoying Hitomi, forcing the petite woman to fend off her unwanted advances at every step of the way. A fact that left the randy security officer simply rippling with frustration as she took her sexual needs out on whoever was closest at the time. With each successful attempt to brush the overly bubbly Chelsea aside however, she only returned a lot more aggressive. <br><br>Kipling was actually on the verge of giving up though when opportunity showed itself. Unlike most of the crew she almost squealed with delight at the finding of her new equipment, with an eager need to try it out. And when she noticed that familiar lump in Hitomi's own uniform she just knew the operations officer was at her most vulnerable. And so ever since the captain had left she'd been "accidently" brushing past Hitomi, enticing her with lewd postures as she pretended to pick up this or that object, or even reaching over her seductively to fetch something she didn't even require. An act she was doing just now as she started to needlessly point to a few details on the pad while leaning unnecessarily close to the woman.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hitomi blushed, finally getting her erection under control..just in time for Lieutenant Kipling to appear beside her, tossing a data pad onto her console which showed her results. "M-Ms. Kipling.." Hitomi said, trying not to look exasperated. The entire situation was taking a turn that she didn't like..or did she? Hitomi couldn't help but find Kipling attractive..but it was her personality that was a little off-putting. Such aggression...she was a woman who took what she wanted when she wanted, it seemed, and she had wanted Hitomi for a long time.<br><br>Hitomi blushed softly as Kipling leaned close to point out her findings, feeling the other woman's breast touch against her arm..so soft and supple...Hitomi moved her hands back to her uniform, realizing all to well that her arousal was beginning to show from such contact...she knew if Kipling saw, if she knew, it would all be over then...but she had seen it as well, when they passed one time after her re-assignment....Kipling was sporting the same new appendage that the rest of the crew seemed to have...Hitomi moved her arm, and gently brushed against Kipling's crotch, being slightly daring in her post-aroused state. She looked at the Data pad without much interest...she herself had already checked and re-checked the deck that Kipling had been assigned too, sending her there just for busy work to keep her out of Hitomi's blond hair.<br><br>But now...Hitomi swirled with new feelings..and one powerful one stood out..lust...lust for anyone...her new appendage seemed to be calling the shots, and Ms. Kipling, she already knew, was more than eager. Hitomi squirmed with the thought of it, but she knew she needed release, and with such a willing party on hand, there was no way she could say no to herself. Hitomi looked up to Chelsea, and smiled innocently. "That's all very nice, Ms. Kipling." She said as the woman finished her report. "Now, I need to give you another job, right away, don't I?" Hitomi said, pretending to draw up schematics and other data points. "...Hmm...It seems there's a problem with Holo-Deck B." Hitomi said to Chelsea, trying to keep her intentions from behind obvious...she was just glad that her erection had settled down again. "I think we need to go see what it is, Lieutenant...Personally." Hitomi said, slowly rising from her console. She nodded to Chelsea before moving to the Turbo Elevator, knowing that Chelsea would not be far behind...of course, there was nothing wrong with Holo Deck B, nothing at all...but Hitomi didn't want her to suspect anything...Though, she knew Chelsea was a very intelligent woman, so Hitomi guessed that Ms. Kipling had already guessed the actual reason for going there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 06:08:25</strong>
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				--Astrometrics -- Lt. Alessca with Lt. P'Trell and Ens. Kroken<br><br>Alessca had barely had time to make the rest of her uniform disappear, to match her fellow officers, when the Ensign took an even more aggressive action.&nbsp; She had gasped as P'Trell's fingers had dipped down to her vagina and slipped along her slit, feeling the moisture that did, indeed slicken her pussy.&nbsp; When Alessca copied humanoid form, she included the necessary glands to emulate fully human anatomy and function, at least in the areas she found most compelling.&nbsp; She did not bother with human digestion and excretory organs, but sexual ones she had paid close attention to detail.&nbsp; However, since the phenomenon that swept the crew, her clitoris insisted on being this huge cock, and the full length of the organ, even the dangling testicle sac, had the sensitivity of her prior clit.<br><br>So, all the sensory stimulation she was receiving and giving had her in a near swoon.&nbsp; Now she felt Ensign Liara's breasts come in contact with her own, enjoying the sensation of Liara's pert, erect nipples sliding against Alessca's own hard nubs.&nbsp; She opened her lips eagerly to Liara's probing tongue, answering it with her own in a sensual dual.&nbsp; Instinctively, her hips began an urgent rocking back and forth, sliding her phallus between the Ensign's slick soaking thighs, feeling the Bajoran's pussy lips gliding along the top ridge of her cock, lubricating it with Liara's oozing arousal.&nbsp; Her own cock, she knew, was leaking fluid, leaving a smear along Liara's thighs as the Ensign moved herself against Alessca's throbbing organ.<br><br>Not wanting Tarah to feel left out, she reached with an arm toward the lovely Andoran, the arm spliting in to two, and then four, each with a humanoid hand.&nbsp; With two, she stroked Tarah's cock and balls, fingers sliding underneath to replace Liara's along her pussy.&nbsp; Two others rose to grasp at Tarah's breasts, caressing the flesh and teasing, lightly pinching her nipples.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 11:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Weakly, she slipped her hands from under Andrea's own before giving the Counselor a light push backward, panting as she tried to regain her composure. "That... that'll be enough conjecture for one day Doctor," she huffed, trying to ignore the painfully erect member now throbbing between her legs, "I think... I think I've heard enough of empress vampire cocks and the possible war they might declare on us." Just saying it left her weary as she leaned back on her arms and finally addressed the nearby Officer, Rina, with a heavy sigh, "Doctor, if you would please... a sedative would be nice."[\quote]<br><br>Initially Andrea seemed delighted an attempt at communicating would be attempted between the captain<br>and the counselor but then the captain acted like it was some medical problem to remove.. Andrea frowned as the captain pushed her away by the shoulders... and gave both untrusting looks<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_alternate_quote">Rina had used the Captain's arrival to gain some distance away from Light, not trusting the woman since she seemed keen to try and fuck them.&nbsp; She took the chemical cocktail she had mixed up and walked over, pressing the cold hypospray tip against the underside of Light's new cock and injecting it, "Here... maybe this will help calm that thing."[\quote]<br><br>"See ? Not what our medical officer expected. We know nothing of whats going on ! <br>No consideration of what they want. Mess with what you don't know and look"<br><br>Andrea was tempted to shake a finger at the captain but choose to close <br>her eyes and shake her head instead. <br><br><strong>"Yes this a problem and it could get dangerous, but what your considering may already have done<br>could upset their social network or worse. War has been declared without knowing from less than whats happened ! If there is a threat to peoples lives the thread is from us on them."</strong><br><br>The Counselor didnt want to do this but this could be a political incident she was trained<br>to prevent. That was a counselors job.<br><br><strong>"Look, assaulting them chemically like that barbaric. They come over as a natural social<br>energy. That ejaculate could be some defense mechanism, could contain a narcotic or worse. <br>If sedatives are given they should be airborne sending the hostesses to sleep until we know more.<br>Let the computer navigate us to a safe place and study it. We can't try and suppress what we don't know while trying to operate as if its not happening. Please captain you know the prime directive!"</strong><br><br>In truth Andrea was hurt she had lusted over the captain as a woman for a while and her dreams felt so close. It was like the captain knew and had teased her for it. Mocking her then to add insult to injury she also mocked the counselors suggestion after being asked for her advice. It <strong><em>was </em></strong>professional advice, the captain made it sound like it was silly. Andrea felt alone. Whats got into these two ???<br><br><br><br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 11:29:23</strong>
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				Tarah was in ecstasy, Alassca's hands were quite literally all over her body. One pair were caressing her pert blue breasts, pinching and rolling the azure nipples until they ached with the stiffness they were coaxed to. The feelings from her sensitive buds felt like little jolts of electricity travelling along her nervous system and making muscles in her belly and crotch twitch in response.<br><br>Another pair of hands were fondling her male organs, stroking the long thick shaft adoringly as one hand slipped beneath the heavy testes and the shapeshifter's fingertips probed at the relaxed petals of her labia. Her lips were engorged and slick with her juices by this time. The aroma and heat of the two female bodies in close proximity arousing the Andorian swiftly. Her outer lips responded to Alassca's touch, parting easily and opening her vulva for exploration. The flesh within darkened to a plum hue of purple and shone with dampness.<br><br>Tarah's own hands were between Alassca's and Liara's bodies. As they played with each others cocks she pressed her fingers against their wet pussies. Pushing apart their soft folds her fingers wriggled into the hot creases of their respective vaginal channels. Thrusting deep to test the readiness of each woman to receive the oversized phalluses with which they had been endowed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 12:06:58</strong>
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				"I-it's okay Rina," she replied hurriedly, while still blushing profusely over what just happened. She couldn't believe she'd just ejaculated over her medical officer. On the bright side however, the sedatives seemed to be working as even the doctor's, sexy, cum-coated form wasn't initiating any form of rise. With a sigh of relief she turned to Andrea, who was already warning of the possible repercussions. Something that Blacklake hadn't taken into account if the officer was somehow right and there was a likely consequence should they interfere overly much.<br><br>The captain winced however as she noticed the distress the counsellor was apparently feeling over her comments. She didn't need to be a telepath to see it and she felt awful that she'd somehow emotionally stung the woman. With a light push, Kathryn slid off the table and approached her, only to hesitate as came face to face with the striking blonde. She'd always made it a rule to remain as stoic as possible when around the crew but felt that, if ever, now might be the time to bend that rule. Without warning she suddenly embraced the Counsellor in a warm hug, whispering softly into her ear as she did so.<br><br>"Counsellor Light, you have to understand... I can't feel or sense what you do and so it makes what you're saying all the more difficult to swallow. Think of me as a blinkered horse, far too afraid to wander the paths that are unclear to me unless directly led." Feeling their cocks brush, Kathryn blushed before releasing the counsellor from the hug, allowing her hands to slip over the woman's shoulders and give her arms an encouraging squeeze as she smiled. "Meet me in my quarters Counsellor, we'll try the telepathic link you suggested." She then turned to the medical officer, "Don't sedate the ship just yet doctor, I'm still iffy on the possible consequences if we hobbled the whole crew simply because half are experiencing... difficulties." And with that she left, not before pulling her pants up and awkwardly trying to stuff her new equipment back into place.<br><br>Not long after the captain was strolling into her quarters before wearily collapsing on the nearest couch. With a heavy sigh she glanced over toward the counsellor. "Sorry Officer Light, whenever I step into this room I feel as if it's a reprieve from the day's events," she pointed out with a tired smile, "So... how are we going to do this?"<br><br>Meanwhile...<br><br>Kipling's heart almost skipped a beat at Hitomi's order, knowing all too well that the holo-deck didn't even fall into her area of expertise. She remained hesitant however, unsure if getting her hopes up only to have them ripped down would be an all too pleasant experience. With a quick nod she soon fell into step with the operations officer, her eyes taking the time to explore each and every bump and curve of her superior as they made their way.<br><br>By the time they reached the holo-deck Chelsea's cheeks were a bright red as she glanced down at the painfully cramped space her member was now occupying, with the intrusive shaft now tenting her pants to an amazing degree. At this point she was too embarrassed to worry about perceptions anymore and so, boldly, stepped over to the lieutenant, cupping the base of Hitomi's cock with a single hand as she pressed their bodies together. "I hope I've interpreted this situation correctly, lieutenant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 14:48:50</strong>
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				"Ahh...mm..." Hitomi leaned back into Kipling as the base of her cock was cupped through her uniform, nearly moaning, but keeping it mostly inside. "Mm...Y-Yes Ms. Kipling..you have..." She whispered, turning around and kissing Chelsea on the lips. She let her go for a moment, and smiled. "Mm...Computer, run Beach program 2." She said clearly, and the computer quickly complied. After a few moments, the two of them were left on a moonlit beach...clearly not on earth, because there were two moons in the sky, but extremely similar. Sand under their feet, Hitomi smiled to Chelsea and removed her shoes, pressing her feet into the cool sand. <br><br>"Now Come here." Hitomi said to Chelsea, kissing her once again, pressing their bodies together...she felt Chelsea's cock rub against her own, causing her to shudder a little, all while backing up the woman into a nearby tree, pressing against it. "Mm..." Hitomi's hands slid against Chelsea's uniform, cupping the woman's breasts as they kissed, before breaking that kiss just to tease...Hitomi was shy outside, especially with her new appendage..but it seemed she knew what she wanted once she was alone with someone. "I know you've been wanting me for a long time, Lieutenant..." Hitomi whispered into her ear teasingly. "...So here's your chance..." Hitomi's cock throbbed from those words, clearly wanting satisfaction, as the crystal-clear water lapped at the sand surrounding them...for now, the two were on their own little island on some distant planet, alone to do whatever they wanted...until duty called, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 16:27:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Counselor Andrea Light &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82045.msg3620113#msg3620113) <br></div><br>While in the med bay the betazoid thought to say something then thought better of it and followed the captain back to her quarters dutifully. Since being on board each time heated occurrences appeared it was her duty to accompanying the captain, as a result she felt a full range of powerful emotions from the ship's leader as one would expect from stressful negotiations.<br><br>Such familiaritiy one cant be impartial to. At betaziod empaths were trained to keep it at a distance but all knew it could only be partially affected. In short the woman was stunning and Light was like most people attracted to such natures.<br><br>It seemed like an eternity until they appeared in her quarters but once done it felt like the rest of the world disappeared when the doors closed behind them.<br><br><strong>"First Captain"</strong> It was hard keeping eye contac<strong>t "Let me appologise, if I have a problem with your orders I should have asked to speak to you in person, I was wrong to address you that way in front of others I am really sorry ... another thing " </strong>... keeping eye contact failed dismally.<br><br>The captains penis was aweing. There was something special about it and the Betazoid felt a little dreamy. She was getting moist, very moist. Talking became harder. Focusing on other matters more difficult.<br><br><strong>"You dont come over as anything other than fearless Captain, your strength is ... amazing"</strong> Light shook her head.<br><br>Andrea grew weak at the knees and sat opposite the captain parting her own legs for her own member.<br><br><strong>"Firstly the notion these are the enemy and are a problem that has to be corrected, or that returning back to normal is something we should rush towards should be suspended." Light instinctively tried to cross her legs, realized she couldn't and aborted the attempt sheepishly. "We are as we are for the moment and trying a few simple methods to relate and adjust socially would be an excellent first preference"</strong><br><br>Light crained her neck and started breathing heavily. The thought of the captain in her this way was appealing and her eyes swallowed the showing length of Kathryn. How many times had she dreamed of the captain using her ? Crudely, needing her ... <br><br><strong>"If there are urges yours has act on them. These urges may be the key to opening a dialogue, understanding more. This is an opportunity to learn and grow which may require certain protocols to be circumvented, releasing them may cause confusion at first but what we may have to gain from doing so or loose by not doing so could be far far worse"<br></strong><br><strong>"I am ships counselor, your counselor, my own .. use is to manage what needs ... addressing in the manner of what cant simply be expressed ... with words. From what I pick up from them they are creatures which are more tactiley focused... social creatures .... "</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 23:54:49</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Kroken, Lieutenant Alassca, Lieutenant P'Trell, Astrometrics</strong><br><br>Liara couldn't help it anymore, slowly guiding Alascca towards the Astrometrics console, Liara lifted her self up and slowly impaled herself on Alascca's monster cock.&nbsp; Her eyes show open wide as she gasped, her mouth open.&nbsp; The thick rod of meat filling every inch of her, stretching her lips further than they had ever gone.&nbsp; With her hands under the bottom of the console and her feet on the floor, Liara pushed until the base of the cock pressed against her clit.&nbsp; Her head rolled back as she moaned loudly, the sound echoing off of the walls.&nbsp; She pulled herself up on the console a bit further and began shifting her hips to allow the engorged monster shaft to move around inside her.&nbsp; Pain and pleasure mixed, filling her mind and driving her body mad as she felt the warm thick mean hard inside her.&nbsp; Her own throbbing cock seemed to slid in between Alascca's full breasts, rubbing the inhumanely soft skin, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 17:03:20</strong>
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				<br><strong>Astrometrics Lab (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82963.msg3658398#msg3658398)</strong><br><br>Alessca and the orgy in Astrometrics Lab --<br><br>Alessca allowed herself to be pulled to the tilted console, let Liara arrange herself with her back on the smooth black surface, and pull her close to impale herself on Alessca's cock.&nbsp; She let out a long moan, feeling the massive pole engulged by warm, slick, tight humanoid cunt.&nbsp; It was an exquisite sensation, one much more intense than the one time she had formed as a male deltan for experimentation.&nbsp; Adding to the unique stimulation, she could feel Liara's cock pressing up between her breasts, rising into her cleavage as she rocked her own tool deep into the Bajoran's sheath.&nbsp; Alessca made her breasts press together, to make a more accomodating and pleasurable nest for Liara's thrusing phallus.<br><br>Tarah's fingers played with Alessca's pussy, sliding through the moist spendings and making Alessca desire to be filled as she was filling Liara.&nbsp; Her extra hands pulled the Security Chief in behind her, as she spread her legs while sliding into Liara, exposing her puffy labia to Tarah's manipulations.&nbsp; She pulled Tarah by her cock, aiming the bulbous head toward her sex.&nbsp; Alessca knew she could adapt her cunt to whatever dimensions would be required to accept Tarah's oversized phallus, but Liara had no such ability and seemed to relish her impalement with Alessca's huge instrument, so she felt only readiness.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, one of her extra arms extended and slipped between Tarah's thighs from behind.&nbsp; The five humaniod fingers merged into two probes.&nbsp; The thickest one slid between Tarah's labia and began to push into her cunt.&nbsp; The thinner one pressed lightly, teasingly at her anus, vibrating and rotating.as it massaged the taut muscle of her aperture.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 18:28:53</strong>
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				<strong>CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82961.0)</strong><br><br>Bolstered by the counsellor's lack of inhibition, the captain had kicked her uniform aside long ago, sighing with relief as she felt her cock hang off the couch from between her spread thighs. With her eyes closed, head thrown back and a satisfied moan, Kathryn allowed her fingers to gently stroke the base of her member as she listened to Andrea through a dreamy daze. She knew the counsellor was only a few feet away, watching and yet all reason was brushed aside with each delightful shiver her touch elicited.<br><br>She only reacted once the counsellor's voice had died down, replaced instead by a sensual pant. With a groan, Kathryn raised her head, with her cock giving an exhilarating tremble as her gaze fell on the buxom figure across her. Light's body radiated sexual energy, from her heaving chest to her monstrous member, both chipping away at the captain's diminishing sanity. "Counsellor," she sighed as she weakly hobbled to her feet and sashayed languidly toward the temptress, "I can't ask the crew to simply suspend their duties, or the mission. And as for any urges..." <br><br>With a seductive bend, Kat turned her backside to the counsellor and took both cocks delicately in each hand, before suddenly leaning back and wiggling her way into Andrea's lap. A light gasp escaped her lips as she pressed gently against her luscious seat, while gripping their bare shafts firmly together. From the side it appeared as if Kathryn now sported two massive members, her fingers just barely wrapping around the full girth of the combined cocks as she caressed their tremendous lengths.<br><br>"Just say when Counsellor, and I'll stop..." she panted as she took in the feel of their muscly appendages rubbing together, the seductive sway of the two monsters almost tempting her onward as she closed her eyes, parted her mouth and softly plopped the head of Andrea's own thick member between her wet lips. She could feel her own slick member brushing against her cheek as she allowed her tongue to lick the surface of Andrea's bulbous tip.<br><br><br><strong>BEACH PROGRAM (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83019.0)</strong><br><br>"Mmm, such a beautiful setting," Chelsea giggled as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Hitomi's pants and gradually fell to her knees, pulling the lieutenant's uniform down with her. She acted as soon as her knees touched the course sand, digging into her own pants to fish out her erect cock with one hand while the other delicately gripped Hitomi's. With an erotic moan, the randy security officer simultaneously pumped both members as she carefully guided her superior's throbbing head between her waiting lips, her tongue encircling its round surface from the moment it could reach.<br><br>She never let up for a moment, kissing and licking the cock's head until finally taking that first brave gulp, with the large shaft sinking deeper into her mouth as her lips began to gradually creep up its rubbery length. It seemed almost impossible as she slurped audibly on the prodigious phallus, sucking more and more of its thick meat down. And yet just the thought of who it was attached to spurred her on.<br><br>Kipling still could not believe she was actually giving Hitomi a blowjob. And it wasn't so much that just a day ago it might've been impossible, but more that the cute officer had been so resistant before. Chelsea was practically testing if it was all real as she released her grip on both cocks and reached around to grab Hitomi firmly by the butt, giving her rear a crude squeeze as she bobbed her head sensuously over what little length she could manage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 21:32:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A few hours pass...</strong></span><br><br>The captain found herself in the transporter room, leaning against a nearby panel with her arms calmly folded. Beside the quiet hum of the ship and sporadic squeak of the surrounding electronics, the room remained relatively still. Amidst the calm however a "large" detail was clearly out of place, the fact that the captain appeared... normal? The bulge of her cock was completely invisible, even within the confines of her ultra-tight uniform.<br><br>With a mischievous smile, Kathryn brushed her fingertips over her communicator badge before giving the order, "All personnel who have volunteered or been assigned to the away mission, report to the transporter room. And med bay, have the counter-agent delivered immediately, we leave within the hour." With her orders given, Blacklake turned her attention to the door, an impatient look crossing her features as she tapped her foot and waited for the arrival of the squad.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:08:52</strong>
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				Xander paced around the bridge, monitoring the ships repairs and status's.&nbsp; The majority of the repairs were done and the ships systems were coming back online at or better than they had been before the accident.&nbsp; He thought about the situation and was glad that Starfleet had expected the engine design to put them in a situation where they needed long term supplies and parts.&nbsp; Starfleet had not, however; considered that the engine would throw them out of their know galaxy.&nbsp; It was still a good thing they had the extra supplies.&nbsp; <br><br>Ship repairs were coming along nicely, and Captain Blacklake had been busily dealing with problems around the ship which for some reason required her particular attention.&nbsp; Xander appreciated that the Captain was a woman who liked to take charge of issues personally, but he knew that she was untested in a serious command situation and was concerned that she might be taking too much on her shoulders without consulting him.&nbsp; <br><br><em> "All personnel who have volunteered or been assigned to the away mission, report to the transporter room. And med bay, have the counter-agent delivered immediately, we leave within the hour."</em>&nbsp; This was exactly the type of situation Xander thought to himself that he didn't want the Captain in without working with him.&nbsp; Starfleet regulations restricted the Captain from going on Away missions in environments that were not secure or known.&nbsp; If she was going to continue like this, she and Xander would need to come to an agreement.&nbsp; "Captain, this is Commander Grayn."&nbsp; He said as he tapped his comm badge.&nbsp; "Can I see you in your ready room as soon as possible?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:48:51</strong>
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				The captain groaned at the commander's call but responded swiftly, "I'll be right there Commander Grayn." With a tired sigh she pushed off from the panel and exited the transporter room, only to touch her communicator badge and leave one final message, "And I hope this is important."&nbsp; On the way to the turbo life Kathryn brushed past several crew members but it was difficult to ascertain whether any of them were making a path to the transporter room.<br><br>Blacklake stormed into the Ready Room not long after, placing her hands on her hip as she entered and came to a stop. "So, what's the problem commander, it sounded urgent?" A small frown crossed her lips as she asked, knowing that this meeting was likely to express some doubts over the mission. As for what the commander might be concerned over, that was anyone's guess. With a purse of her lips however, the captain took a wild guess, "If you'd like to switch places with me commander, I certainly wouldn't stop you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 14:37:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Negotiator Light &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82045.msg3620113#msg3620113)<br></div><br>Captains quarters<br><br>The moment the Captain sat on Light's lap. A rush of relief washed over the counselor. She had worried she may have pressed her views too sharply. Captains generally don't like their authority questioned. But this was important. <br><br><strong>"Oh Captain thank you for being sensible about this. They may resemble phallus' typical to human's but yours being more like a horse to me is proof enough they are a new species, ones that need hostesses... yours is unique, their leader I can feel this. They feel a proud race, who have strongly defined social etiquette. Your management of being a hostess to their leader is not something to dismiss."</strong><br><br>Hmm ... the sensations the captain was giving... penis' side by side ... heaven. <br><strong><br>"This pleasure confirms what we are doing is right. Their way of communicating with us, trying to integrate with us as best they can. We have so much to learn"</strong><br><br>Seeing the reflection of them both in the window confirmed to Light that her efforts to convince the captain to approach matters differently were correct.<br><br>While the captain continued Light gripped the bony parts of the captains hips firmly while her own breathing became loud and coarse<br><br><strong>"Yes ... yes ... this is just the beginning we will need more .. communication sessions before we understand ... their nature. Now the normal protocol when dealing with another species should be maintained. They have need of our sexual organs ... they are a proud race, hesitating doing this .. stopping is unhealthy for them."</strong><br><br>Oh lords ... gosh the captain felt magic. <br><br><strong>"I know the ship can not stop for them, but their nature can be integrated. Integrate with them, tell the ship to .. they listen to you"</strong><br><br>Light grew hard. Very hard forcing the captains hips to be further wedged into Lights lap.<br><br><strong>"Mine desires being in you captain, crudely... and yours desires being in me I can feel it also crudely, primally... is natural for them, either happening is what mine wants, what I want.... what would honor me ... and what yours ...their ~leader~ <span class="bbc_u">needs</span>. <br>We must be allies with them for they are part of us now. ... we must. Not doing so .... is dangerous"<br></strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 22:29:57</strong>
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				Xander heard the turbo lift open as Captain Blacklake walked briskly from the Turbo lift to the Ready Room.&nbsp; Xander followed closely behind.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So, what's the problem commander, it sounded urgent? If you'd like to switch places with me commander, I certainly wouldn't stop you."</em>&nbsp; She said as the door closed behind them with a hushed swish.<br><br>"Captain, I know we haven't had a lot of time to work together since coming on board.&nbsp; And I'm certain that the current situation is causing some undue strain on you as well as the rest of the crew, but we need to make sure that we are presenting a united front to the crew.&nbsp; We are far away from home, with little if any way of finding a way home and the crew needs to see strength and confidence from the senior staff.&nbsp; I've noticed that in the last few hours you have taken a lot of responsibility and been involved in a number of discussions with different sections of the crew regarding the situation.&nbsp; While this dedication is admirable Captain, as your First Officer, I should be taking care of delegating most of the responsibility and letting you deal with the more pressing command decisions.&nbsp; Perhaps I feel out of the loop, perhaps I feel that we have not developed a comfortable working relationship yet.&nbsp; But as your First Officer I need to be aware of what is going on on the ship and I should be relieving you of stress not wondering if you're over burdened."&nbsp; Xander walked up to the small window in the side of the Ready Room bulkhead.&nbsp; Staring out at the brown and grey planet in the distance he turned back to his Captain.&nbsp; "As far as you leading an away mission, I could quote regulation twelve to you regarding a Captain leading an away mission into an unknown situation, but I suspect you've already decided to go."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 10:03:00</strong>
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				Blacklake took a seat as Xander spoke, listening attentively to what the emerald green XO had to say. She waited for him to finish before voicing her own opinions, offering little more than the odd understanding nod at several points. With a smirk at his final words however, she started with a light chuckle, "You're right of course Commander, we do need to show a little more solidarity amongst the senior staff and I apologise if I've been stealing the spot light. I'm afraid it's a bit of a coping mechanism, to keep myself busy with minor details when a more pressing and seemingly unassailable task is present..." The captain felt a sense of relief wash over her by simply admitting this slight flaw.<br><br>With a pleased smile, Blacklake gripped the sides of her chair and pushed herself up, only to frown as she stepped up beside the commander, her eyes sceptical of the mysterious, dust-ridden, planet below . "As for the mission, I have to ask... would you prefer to go? If so, report to the transporter room. You'll probably find a lot more to do down there than up here for the time being. If not, then perhaps you could assist with our Klingon representative? Either meet up with Chief P'Trell for advice on what precautions we should take, or meet up with the Klingon directly and personally gauge her... stability. I look forward to seeing what you decide Commander." The captain folded her arms patiently as she waited for his response, her attention still focused on the ominous planet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 12:17:49</strong>
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				<em> "As for the mission, I have to ask... would you prefer to go? If so, report to the transporter room. You'll probably find a lot more to do down there than up here for the time being. If not, then perhaps you could assist with our Klingon representative? Either meet up with Chief P'Trell for advice on what precautions we should take, or meet up with the Klingon directly and personally gauge her... stability. I look forward to seeing what you decide Commander."</em><br><br>Xander continued to consider the planet below.&nbsp; The sensor scan's showed it to be a dead world and realistically it should be a relatively safe mission.&nbsp; Besides he was more up to speed on the status of getting the ship fixed, and his combat experience would be invaluable if a situation arose.&nbsp; "I believe you are likely better briefed on the intelligence analysis of the away mission to the planet, and I'm fully aware of the repairs to the ship.&nbsp; So I think it's probably best if you lead the away mission and I will continue directing repairs to the ship."&nbsp; Walking over to the desk and pressing a few buttons on the console Xander sighed and shook his head as the record for the Klingon exchange officer appeared on the screen.&nbsp; The exchange officer had not been much use to the crew, and spent more time storming about the ship protesting the conditions she lived in than she did doing her assigned duties.&nbsp; Xander had voiced his concern and disapproval with the choice, but his objections had been dismissed.&nbsp; "I am not sure how we are going to be able to bring D'Sira into the fold with the rest of the crew, especially considering what is going on, but I will do what I can Captain.&nbsp; We will monitor your situation from here."&nbsp; With that, Xander excused himself from the ready room with a slight nod of his head.<br><br>"Lieutenant Cassidy, enhance the ships sensors to max." Xander directed as he stepped back onto the bridge.&nbsp; "I want the Captain and the away team to be monitored and locked the entire time they are on the planet."&nbsp; Stepping over to the Ops Officer console, he reviewed a number of the readings then returned to his chair.&nbsp; Pressing his comm button "Lieutenant Ayaname, report to the bridge immediately."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - Futa Generation (Roleplay)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:58:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Futa Generation - Dust, Rock and Tombs (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?board=383.0)</strong></span>
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