|
Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Warning! Be advised that this story contains graphic, sometimes lightly
non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
homosexual. The story also contains vivid, clinical, detailed
descriptions of sex with a humanoid alien. If you are under the age of
18, or if any of these subjects is likely to disturb and/or anger you,
please read no further, and save us both a flame.
Dekaddemon shall not be liable for any wrongdoing, whether knowingly or
inadvertently, that may arise from individuals breaking local applicable
laws by transferring, printing or storing this material in any form
whatsoever, electronically or otherwise. All copyrights, excepting those
already the propertiy of other parties, remain the property of Dekaddemon.
So there.
CRUZING
Chapter One: Prelude
**** Captain's Log, Stardate 42331.2 ****
The Enterprise is due to make port at Deep Space 9 to pick up our new
Chief of Security, Major Juanita Vasquez. While I will miss not having
the secure presence of Mr. Worf at my back on the bridge, I think I share
the sentiments of the crew in wishing him bon chance on his new assignment
to the USS Norfolk. He's worked extremely hard to make the transition to
Command, and I know he'll be an excellent First Officer to Captain
Nakahara.
Juanita Vasquez will be the first Cruzer to serve aboard a starship. I
must admit to a great deal of enthusiasm about having her aboard; this
step could heal the only remaining wounds left over from the Eugenics War.
Commander Riker, Counselor Troi, and Doctor Crusher have only just
returned from the Starfleet Genetic Research Institute on Memory Prime,
where they attended a special briefing given by none other than the
Director of the Starfleet Counseling Command himself, Devanoni Ral.
Admiral Necheyev has indicated to me in no uncertain terms that Major
Vasquez' posting to this ship will be nothing short of a complete success.
I have every confidence that the crew of the Enterprise will accept her
without reservation.
And yet. . . I can't help feeling a little apprehension. Given the manner
in which the Federation has largely turned its back on Cruz, a planet only
97 light years from Earth itself, I consider it a testament to the
reluctance with which humankind regards a very sorry period of its own
past, a past which directly produced the Cruzers, a race which to, this
day, still bears the name of its creator. It is perhaps a fitting irony,
that a man such as Dr. Eduardo Cruz, so bent on indulging his own warped
fetishes, could create essentially a unique race that would one day take
it rightful place in the Federation, the noblest confederacy of sentience
that humankind has ever had the opportunity to participate in.
**** End Log File ****
"I've called this meeting together to discuss the impending
arrival of our new Security Chief, Juanita Vasquez," Jean-Luc Picard
addressed his gathered department heads. He stood framed against the
backdrop of Deep Space Nine, visible through the panoramic windows of
Conference Room One, just off the Bridge, onboard his ship, the USS
Enterprise. About him, at the long table, sat First Officer William
Riker, Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher, Counselor Deanna Troi,
Chief Engineer Geordi LaForge, and Chief Operations Officer Data.
"I know Commander Riker, Doctor Crusher, and Counselor Troi each have
something to say about this matter, but I'd just like to start by saying
that it is an honor to have been selected by Admiral Necheyev to be Major
Vasquez' first Starfleet posting."
"If I may, sir?" Commander Data spoke up, his voice its usual
enthusiastic, if innocent, self. "I would point out that the Starfleet
Marine Corps *is* in fact a subcommand within Starfleet itself, so in
fact, it is not precisely true that this will be Major Vasquez's first
Starfleet. . ."
"Yes, of course," Picard interrupted hastily. "You are, as usual, quite
right." He glanced at Mr. Data, who seemed content to let Picard explain
himself. "What I meat to say is that the Vulcans consider General Order
216/c, prohibiting Cruzers from serving aboard starships in the
Exploration or Defense Commands, a blatantly discriminatory regulation,
especially in light of the fact that Starfleet has had no compunctions
about utilizing Cruzers in more strictly military, to say nothing of more
dangerous, postings. I refer , of course, to the ongoing participation of
the Cruzers in the Starfleet Marine Corps. Ambassador Sarek has been
instrumental in leveraging the Council in favor of a more enlightened
approach."
Will Riker spoke up. "Well, now that the Federation Council has voted to
rescind that order, we should be seeing a number of Cruzers moving into
Line service. Their service in the Marines has been exemplary over the
last twenty years, and the unfortunate incidents before that were, I'm
convinced, due in large part to the bigotry of the officers with which
they initially served."
"And we will hopefully see them in service not *just* in Security," added
Counselor Troi. "Captain, Will, Bev and I had the opportunity to go over
the history of Cruz in minute detail with Dev. . . ah, Counselor Ral," she
quickly corrected herself, slightly blushing. Doctor Crusher narrowed her
eyes, smiling. "It's a disgrace, the way they've been treated," Deanna
continued. "Confined to their own planet, left to their own devices,
ignored while their planet erupted into one civil war after another. It's
a wonder there still around at all."
"I agree," Picard responded. "Mr. Data, some historical perspective,
perhaps?" --Just the thing that Data excels at-- Picard thought to
himself.
"Certainly," Data began. "In the year 2092, Doctor Eduardo Cruz created
the first of what we today call Cruzers. Utilizing certain breakthroughs
in genetic sequencing, and backed by the powerful Cyberdyne Corporation,
Dr. Cruz essentially desequenced the DNA of both humans and canis
familiaris, or the common Terran dog, and then selectively recombined them
to create a new, viable race." Data's voice remained passive, but the
insanity of that time was felt again by all present in the conference
room.
"Viable?" asked Picard. "You mean, the Cruzers had the ability to
procreate."
"Exactly, Captain, although not at first," Data continued. "Later, as Dr.
Cruz began his descent into madness, he became obsessed with optimizing
his design. At first, the Cruzers were bred as soldiers, to fight the
corporate wars common to the time. The success of his design was
immediately apparent, as evidenced by the meteoric rise of Cyberdyne stock
and influence when they fielded Dr. Cruz' new creation. The rise in
Cyberdyne's wealth, combined with the eagerness of Cyberdyne executives
for ever greater success, allowed Dr. Cruz to continue his work with
literally bottomless resources and almost no supervision."
"And absolute power corrupted absolutely," Geordi LaForge added.
Data cocked his head momentarily. "I'm afraid Earth history is replete
with such examples, Geordi. The first Cruzers were all rather unstable
mentally, but were excellent fighters, essentially having human
intelligence and the senses, reactions, and strength of canines, such as
night vision, olfactory capabilities, speed, reflexes, stealth, etc. . .
As Dr. Cruz began to optimize the design, he made certain discoveries.
First, he found that female DNA was more stable in the desequencing
process than male DNA, which explains why all Cruzers are female. He was
also able to map the portion of the canine brain that controls instinct,
and overlay that map onto the human brain, creating what we know today as
the Cruzer command bond." Data turned to the First Officer. "Commander, I
believe you were briefed on that subject by Counselor Ral."
"That's right," Riker said, continuing the briefing. "Counselor Ral
shared with me a significant amount of data accumulated from the various
Marine Corps commanders that have had Cruzers serving under them. I have
them all on datachip," he offered, passing out datachips to each officer,
which they began plugging into their data terminals. "To summarize,
Cruzers serving in military duty collectively manifest the so-called
'command bond', which is essentially a carryover from the canine instinct
to form dominant/submissive pack relationships. Put simply, Cruzers look
for strong, commanding authority presences to invest their support in, an
'Alpha Male' if you will, although Cruzers have been known to bond with
females as well. Counselor Ral made it clear that if this happens, we
should view it as a show of trust. As I think you'll note from the
information I've given you, the most successful Cruzers in the Marines
have been those with strong, accepting Commanding Officers." Here, Riker
turned, smiling broadly, to the Captain.
"I'm afraid that means that you and I have the biggest responsibility on
the ship," Riker almost-beamed. Picard thought that Riker's enthusiasm
was peculiarly intense. Deanna looked uncomfortable.
"What are the consequences if this command bond fails to materialize?"
asked Picard.
"Well, Counselor Ral indicated that the officer in question will very
likely still perform exceedingly well, and this is bourn out by the
testimony of several Marine Corps commanders. However," Riker paused for
effect, smiling again, "I'm led to believe that a Cruzer who forms a
command bond with you will unhesitatingly walk through plasma fire for
you. . ."
Riker's words sunk in for a moment. "Seriously," continued Number One, "A
command-bonded Cruzer is apparently a happy Cruzer. They actively look
for strong, effective officers to serve. That was the whole point of Dr.
Cruz's work, to build supersoldiers who would without hesitation do
anything their superiors asked of them. But the command bond is not given
lightly by the Cruzer in question. Ral says it's tough as hell to earn,
and it *always* has to be earned."
"Actually, Will, I would take exception to one of your conclusions,"
Deanna spoke up, for the first time. "Perhaps, at first, Dr. Cruz was
interested in creating a supersoldier. But later, his dementia manifested
itself, and. . ." Deanna paused before continuing, "Well, it's a matter of
record that Dr. Cruz began indulging his sexual fantasies with his
creations, and from that moment on, the Cruzer design was optimized almost
exclusively for sexual prowess."
Well, there, it's on the table at last, thought Jean-Luc. The vaunted
sexual appetites of the Cruzers. "Twice the bang for the buck," Jean-Luc
said suddenly out loud, stopping conversation in its tracks. "Yes, we've
all heard it, I'm sure," the Captain continued. "I'm similarly sure that
Counselor Ral must have alluded to the prevalent opinion of Cruzers on
most starships these days. Cruzers are nymphomaniacs. Easy. And so
forth."
Jean-Luc Picard turned to face the stars for a long moment. When he spoke
at last, it was with his back to his officers. "As heads of your
respective departments, you are responsible for the command tone set on
this vessel. See to it that both you and those under you hold to the very
highest ideals of Starfleet. I needn't remind you that we will be
observed very closely in this matter." Turning back to the table, Picard
looked from face to face. Here was assembled the best crew in the fleet.
He knew they would do their best. "Deanna, do you have anything to add?"
Deanna, typically, was moved by the Captain's forceful vision of the True
Starfleet Path, as she privately referred to the phenomenon. Truth be
told, she envied the Cruzers, for the practical, eminently effective way
the expressed their loyalty, so clear, so pure, so. . . sexual. She
blushed lightly.
Deanna looked straight at the Captain. "If Major Vasquez chooses to honor
your leadership with a command bond, I'm told that it will quite likely
involve having sex with her; it's how they seal the bond. There are also
certain. . . chemical exchanges that occur which actually form the
equivalent of 'marking territory'. That is, the act of physical union
with a Cruzer actually alters the DNA structure of the recipient's
pheromones. I'm sure Bev can tell you more about it, but simply put, the
Cruzer marks you as her own." Without realizing it, Deanna was now
coloring rather brightly as she explained the workings of the Cruzer
command bond. No one said anything about it.
Jean-Luc considered his officers silently for a long moment. "I know all
of you are accredited at First Contact," he began. "How many of you have
taken the Minden III exam?"
The Minden III exam: otherwise known as the Kobayashi Maru test of the
Counseling Department. There were many variants, but the basic premise
was the same in all of them. Based on a real-life incident that occurred
in the year 2344, the scenario traditionally involves an effort to
establish diplomatic relations with the fictional Mindenari, a peaceful,
deeply religious society. The Mindenari society is very complex,
providing the perfect opportunity for young officers to test their
diplomatic skills. The surprise always occurs at the end, when relations
are being formalized, and the High D'aska, or Priestess, lets it be known
that she expects to have sexual relations with the lead diplomat to seal
the arrangement. The correct response is, of course, to view the
"sealing" ceremony as the honor it is, and partake of it in the spirit it
was intended, and as the exam is conducted on a holodeck, the young
officers being tested are fully expected to follow through with the
sealing ceremony to its logical conclusion. Fully three quarters of
prospective First Contact Specialists that take the exam fail it.
At the conference table, all hands went up, even Mr. Data's.
"You took the Minden III test?" Riker asked, playfully.
"Yes, Commander," Data allowed. "I found it . . . quite stimulating."
After the good-natured laughter died down, Picard continued. "Obviously,
I'm going to draw an analogy to our current situation. Personally, if I
have the good fortune to earn Major Vasquez' trust and confidence to that
degree, I will view it as the deepest of acknowledgements of her faith in
my ability to lead. Period."
"I couldn't have said it better, Captain," Deanna told Picard, with frank
admiration. --That's why he's the Captain-- she thought.
"Very well, let's move on," Picard continued. "Dr. Crusher, I believe you
have some information for us?"
"Yes, Captain," Beverly Crusher responded, then turned to address her
fellow officers. "I thought it might be a good idea to clear up a few
lingering medical questions which are bound to come up, considering the
amount of innuendo that surrounds the Cruzers. First, yes, it's true, all
Cruzers are female. And yes, they all appear descended from Old Earth
Latin extraction. Apparently," Bev laughed ruefully, "Dr. Cruz, himself
Bolivian, was something of a racist, and considered Latin DNA the most
stable of all human genetic material, despite no scientific basis for such
a claim. That's why all Cruzers appear Latin, or Hispanic, as they are
sometimes referred to as, and have Latino names. Next, their sexual
habits," and here, Bev's tone became clinical, as only she could be. "All
Cruzers appear female, but are in reality true hermaphrodites, possessing
both male and female sexual organs. Borrowing from their canine heritage,
the male genitalia are carried internally, to better protect them during
combat, and also the testicular organs. They are fully fertile in both
sex roles, and two Cruzers could impregnate each other if necessary. And
*no*," Bev said emphatically, "Cruzers cannot impregnate themselves."
Bev stopped for a moment, looking at her fellow officers, who, she had to
admit, were holding up rather well under the embarrassing situation. Data
looked singularly interested. "Apparently," she continued, "it was
reasoned that supersoldiers who could procreate twice as fast as anyone
else would be at an advantage; these Eugenics corporations certainly took
the long view." She drew a couple of weak laughs, but that was it. She
passed out some more datachips at this point. "You'll find anatomical
diagrams, medical exam files, and some medical photos on these chips. I'm
required to inform you by Starfleet Medical Command protocols that these
chips and their contents are classified, and *not* for distribution." She
looked sternly at everyone. "Finally," and here, at last, Dr. Crusher's
cool facade cracked slightly: she blushed. "Finally, Cruzers are fully
bisexual, and may elect to form command bonds with *anyone*. I don't
think I need to say it anymore clearly than that."
After that, the briefing turned to more "normal" pursuits: fuel reports,
efficiency estimates, and the like, but each person at the table, even
perhaps Mr. Data, couldn't help but think --we really are going where no
one's gone before. . .--
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
? Brought To You By: Head's Up BBS (909) 681-3721 (2400-19200) ?
? ?
? * Over 15,000 GIF Files * Over 2,000 Text Files * ?
? * Original Scans * HOT Message Areas * 7 Day Free Test Drive * ?
? ?
? All Interests: Straight, Oral, Anal, Bi-Sexual, Lesbian, ?
? Gay, Transexual, Bondage, Discipline, ?
? Toys, Odd Things, ORIGINAL SCANS!, MORE!!!! ?
? ?
? Come Join The Best BBS in Southern California! ?
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
|
|
