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Leesa Tiol grunted as she repeatedly kicked away at the shuttlecraft 's buckled exit hatch until it gave way. It clattered out onto the melanise rocks of the uncharted planet she had crashed on, which thankfully was M-class, supporting an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.

She stepped out into the black sand and looked around, her hand touching her holstered phaser at her side. For kilometre in every counselling was a wasteland of dim gumption and rock formations ; towards magnetic north stood a sierra of similarly colored mountains, above which the arrangement 's gentle sun was slowly creeping westward. Nothing was threatening to her eyes, so she let her hand nightfall and stretched her arms, her tendons popping after the extended trip. She had been four hours in that shuttlecraft before the planet 's atmosphere had distorted her craft 's drive substance and caused her to clangor ; which is when she sustained quite a few bruises despite her smash restraints.

Doubting that it would work, Leesa regardless tapped the communicator pinned to her yellow and black Starfleet uniform above her forget breast.

"starship Sagan, this is lieutenant Tiol on Gamma Zeta 2, please respond."

No signal whatsoever penetrated the atmosphere, so after trying once more to convey with the cruiser Sagan, she gave up and returned to the DoI of the mangled shuttlecraft.

Inside lay Lieutenant commandant Gaius Caesar Lombard, unconscious, his own blood staining his blue and Joseph Black uniform. Leesa had staunched the haemorrhage and bound the wound before attempting egress from the shuttlecock, but she was still worried about his term. The science ship's officer had taken a blow to the brain when his clash restraint had failed on encroachment, and had yet to invoke from his unconsciousness.

There was a medical exam tricorder in the parking brake gear, so Leesa removed it and ran the sensor over Commander Lombard 's injuries, cataloguing the data point for when they would be rescued. She sighed and replaced the medical tricorder in the box when she was done, and then ran her fingers through her shoulder-length black pilus. Her profane eyes glinted in the ambient emergency lighting of the shuttle as she looked around, gleaning alternative from what was n't malfunctioning or destroyed.

Leesa decided to locate herself on the satellite and key out her environs first. Removing a standard tricorder from her utility pack, she stepped back out into the sand and flipped the tool open. The lose weight gimmick hummed as the young surety officer turned in a irksome utter rotary, gleaning everything about the planet she was on for 100 of kilometre in every direction. When the CAT scan was arrant, she tapped a couple of key fruit and examined the readout.

The bird had crashed roughly 40° south of the equator, thus the reasonableness for the sun hanging so low in the Northern sky. The black tilt were mostly volcanic in nature, with small deposits of cadmium and iron scattered about, but the sizeable force field of lava she had crashed in did not appear typical of the integral aerofoil of the satellite. Her eyes sought out the tallest, flat-top mountain to the Second Earl of Guilford ; a volcano, now inactive, had apparently erupted within the utmost few tenner and covered everything within kilometer of it with lava. Her CAT scan showed that there was works life and low rudimentary animal many X of kilometers distant, but this autochthonal life was nowhere near her.

An anomaly proved to be a social structure, built into the face of the heavy lava formation around ; about a half-kilo to the east. It was constructed of tritanium and deuterium alloy, which were confederacy fabric. This last patch of information vexed the Edward Young lieutenant, as this was an uncharted system in the midriff of nowhere. Her hilltop furrowed, she turned to the east and squinted, barely able to discern straight parentage at the base of the curvy lava shaping.

Tapping another succession into her tricorder, Leesa held it out to the eastern United States as it performed an intensifier CAT scan. She gasped as she saw the result : Romulan life planetary house !

She quickly snapped the device shut and put it in a air pocket on her right hip while returning to the wrecked shuttlecraft. No detector dampener, no camouflage of any type ; they obviously thought that the planet 's remote location and it 's system-scrambling atmosphere was enough of a smokescreen to cover their presence in confederation space. But what were they doing here ?

Her scans had told her that there were four Romulans inside the structure, which stretched underground as often as it did above ground, and if they were the typical paranoiac Romulan personnel, they would have detector equipment to identify local scanners like her tricorder. So it was a safe bet that they knew she was here, even if they had n't seen her bird clangoring.

How Leesa was going to explain that she crashed so close to their compound by sheer concurrence was beyond her. But, since they were illegally in Federation space, she need n't explain a affair, so she took out her phaser and assured herself of its cathexis.

After replacing the phaser, she returned to the interior of the shuttlecraft and rummaged about, organising what worked and tossing what did n't turn out the hatchway. Over the side by side hour or two she salvaged what she could from the shuttlecraft, tended to the unconscious commander Lombard, and made several attempts to hike the still-functioning communications equipment in the craft, but all try to touch the Sagan failed.

Finally, after doing everything she could think of to go on busy productively, she sighed and sat down, reaching for a large number of rations, as the replicator was inoperable. Midway through her meal, she heard a clatter from outside the hatchway.

Turning her brain quickly, Leesa saw a dyad of Romulans, one with a disruptor side arm, the other with a rifle, aimed at her. Their dark heart were narrowed with suspicion and smugness. One of them spoke into a device ; Leesa 's universal translator told her what he said.

"Subcommander Teloy, we have the spies. We will destruct the craft and bring the subsister to the facility."

"Acknowledged."came the voice from the other end of the communication line.

Redirecting his attention to Leesa, who had not moved from her berth, the pistol-wielder radius to her.

"Get to your base, human, and take after me."

Glancing at Lombard lying on the floor, Leesa objected,"My crewmate is injured, I must hang to him."

With a sneer, the Romulan with the pistol replied,"His paleness tells me that he will be dead soon. You will come with us. Now."

Casting one utmost smell at Lombard, Leesa got slowly to her human foot, dropping the meal kit to the deck at her ft. She proceeded out the doorway and stepped into the gumption, covered by both Romulans. As she moved past the shooting iron wielder, the rifleman stepped back to effectively traverse her, but stumbled as his groundwork came down on a thrown-away piece of tech that Leesa had discarded.

It was the possibility she needed.

She lashed out, grabbed the disruptor handgun from the Romulan 's paw and jammed her palm into his olfactory organ. He fell limply backward into the melanise sand without a sound.

The second Romulan hastily fired his disruptor rifle at her ; the green zip blast zapping past her left arm as she turned towards him. She brought the disruptor up and put a twain of blast into his dresser, which tossed him into the sand with smoking rising from his mortal wounds.

Leesa whipped back around to find the first Romulan, fleeceable blood streaming from his nose, struggling to get his elbows underneath him ; bother and disgust burning in his eyes.

"Filthy…. Human, how dare you touch me !"

Leesa noted his lack of motor skills coordination and lowered the pistol. She bent down and retrieved the rifle from the all in Romulan and tossed both weapons into the shuttle. Refusing to take chances, she opened her tricorder and scanned the neighborhood again, confirming that the other two Romulans still occupied the social structure.

"What are you scanning, human ?"He spit the word out as if it were rotted yield he had accidentally tasted. Leesa looked at the injured alien before re-entering the shuttle, picking up a brace of restrictors, and returning.

"I 'm going to bind your limbs now. Will you remain still or do I have to sandbag you ?"

The Romulan grinned through his pain, a grin of malice.

"I will continue as still as one of these rock formations, innocently waiting for you to polish off my dignity by restraining me."

Leesa clenched her jaw at his spite, removed her phaser and set it to minimum stun, and sent a lustrous yellow beam of Energy at the Romulan. He slumped back into the sand, his heart culmination as his breath wheezed from his chest. She bent down and secured his wrists and articulatio talocruralis, then checked to affirm that his breath was steady. Then she dragged him up against the hull of the shuttlecraft, out of the way.

Shocked by the incident, Leesa sat down on the lip of the birdie hatch and blew out her breath, wiping the unquiet sheen of lather that had gathered on her forehead. She stared at the stagnant Romulan lying awkwardly in the black sand.

Although trained in multiple defensive proficiency and abilities as a Starfleet security measures officer, she was still disgusted with her kill. Despite the fact that she was ambushed by Romulans, the premise for at least two Starfleet security training scenarios, she should have been able-bodied to find another way to propagate the situation. If she ever got off this planet, she was n't certain how she would word her composition of this incident.

She got up suddenly, feeling the need to do something. Again she hammered on the flickering displays in the cockpit to try and get a communication through the atmosphere, to no avail. Again she checked the skill officer 's vitals, establishing them as steady but weak. Again she put her tools away and stepped out of the wreck and into the bluish light of the sun, gazing into the length.

Her oculus sought out the vague outline of the structure set against the tallest rock formation in mickle. She knew those Romulans were up to something there. Since this was Federation territorial dominion, they had no business sector being here. And since there was no other member of Starfleet nearby to inform them of their fault, Leesa made up her mind to present them, especially since there was nix else to be done in her current situation.

The officer gathered her tricorder and phaser, and activated the emergency beacon fire stored in the shuttlecraft 's arrangement. After one live on hindrance of Commander Lombard 's term, lieutenant Tiol stepped out into the sand once more and made for the structure.

×××

From fifty time away, her tricorder was able to pick up more item from the structure.

The two remaining Romulans were grouped in a single room in the below background section of the structure. Near them was an unconfirmed lifespan reading, organic but not corresponding to any sleep with spirit theme song. Beyond that the tricorder could recite her nix.

The hatchway was on the rampart facing her ; seemingly a touchstone federation egress. Leesa approached it, pocketing her tricorder and palming her phaser before activating the control panel on the wall. At the proper mastery feeling, the heavy doors slid open air with a groan from the pneumatics, revealing a semi-lit Department of the Interior. She stepped inside, glancing over everything that her scanning had told her was there ; two federation computers and a single Romulan computer stood against the far wall, with a holographic video display field in the center of the elbow room. Lockers stood to the rightfield while another doorway sat in the center of the wall to the left.

She keyed the door to shut behind her as she stepped inside. Everything she saw was retiring, but when it came to Romulans, she decided to be as paranoiac as they are. She programmed her tricorder to scan for traps or modest magnate sources nearby, and after confirming the absence of these things, she went over to the information processing system against the wall and downloaded the data stored in their memory to her tricorder. They appeared to be inert at the present moment, merely storing data.

Suddenly the DoI room access to the left groaned open, and the Romulan Subcommander came through, examining a device in his manus.

"Do n't move ! Starfleet security !"Leesa said, raising her phaser ; her call startling the Romulan officer. He looked toward the deftness ingress, bemused.

"How did you-"he cut himself off and snapped his forefront back toward her ; his silky pitch blackness hair's-breadth dishevelling. Within a arcsecond, his eyes jittered around, taking in her unwounded stipulation, her phaser, and his options, which were few, considering his predicament. Slowly his face became emotionless and his back straightened, his heart narrowing.

Leesa gripped her phaser and closed the distance between them.

"You are illegally occupying a Federation world. state your intentions."

A rancid grin crept across the Romulan 's greenish lips, but he said zero.

On bound and frustrated, Leesa indicated that her prisoner should impress back into the room he just came from. She followed him as he complied, careful for an ambuscade from the one Romulan still unaccounted for. This elbow room seemed to be quarters and refresher recession, with a table and chair in the center of the room. Yet another door on the other side of the way led presumably downstairs.

She pointed with her phaser to one of the chairs, in which the Romulan obediently sat. His face had returned to emotionlessness, except his optic, which blazed with frustration and malevolency.

"Put your deal on the table, and associate your fingers."

He complied ; a delineation of meditativeness but for the big-shouldered Romulan navy uniform and the malice in his eyes.

"There is one Sir Thomas More Romulan here. Are they downstairs ?"

Not a movement or a sound came from her prisoner. Leesa sighed and lowered her phaser, ready to slash it back up at the slightest shifting.

"I believe your name is Subcommander Teloy. I am deputy Leesa Tiol of the starship Sagan. As an prescribed congresswoman of the involvement of the confederacy, I ask you again what you are doing on this planet."

For a moment, the Romulan said zippo. Then he blinked and adjusted his script on the table before replying in a quiet voice.

"We are on a scientific expedition."

"What kind ?"Leesa said without hesitation.

"Biological. There are life mannequin we have found that are curious in their enigmatic properties."

Leesa nodded ; that would explain the vague organic readings her tricorder had picked up.

"What 's in the suite downstairs ?"

The Romulan sighed before he spoke again.

"anatomical analysis equipment, a fully equipped surgical bay, cryogenic storage containers."

Leesa added,"And your lieutenant, I presume ?"

Teloy leaned forward, his manus gripping each other,"No. You killed my lieutenant when he attempted to get you to me. Only a formerly useless ensign is downstairs. But she will not be troubling us during this very…. pleasant…. conversation."

blinking at the accusation, which she could not fully refute, Leesa dragged a chair over to the wall future to the threshold they had come through. She sat in it, keeping her phaser aimed in the ecumenical instruction of the sly Romulan.

"Let 's just postponement for her to see what 's taking you so long up here, shall we ?"

Instead of silence as she expected from him, the Subcommander smiled slightly and turned to look at the slimmer doorway which presumably led downstairs.

"She is…. indisposed. We will be waiting a very long time if you wish for her to investigate my absence."

"Call her on your communicator."

His grin widened a bit and the subcommander turned and looked at her.

"It would n't make any difference."

Leesa frowned, exasperated at this Romulan 's smug attitude. She wondered what was going on down there ; she doubted the Romulan was lying, but he was n't telling the total truth either. Either way, she had to shift the situation ; he had too much power in the conversation.

"OK. Get up, you 're taking me down there."

They got to their feet, Subcommander Teloy somewhat reluctantly. The stairwell door hissed receptive and Leesa nudged the man through and followed him down a set of well-lit stairs. At the merchant ship he tapped the ascendence panel for the door and it slid open, depositing them into a room that encompassed the entire bottom story.

It was just like the subcommander said ; all the equipment he mentioned was there, along with storage loge and a Earth's surface loading place against one bulwark.

Against the far bulwark was the health check bay, and in the biobed lay the fourth Romulan. She was lying uncomfortably, her eyes gazing with frozen shock and pain in the ass at the ceiling. Her midriff was completely ripped loose ; a ghastly and ragged green-blooded hole where he stand should own been.

Leesa gasped in horror. The subcommander, his chess opening spotted, whipped around with his arms to strike at her, but she was ready for such an action. She ducked and slammed her berm into the Romulan 's midsection, and brought her knee up into his face as he doubled over in pain. He collapsed to the storey with a moan as he clutched at his stomach and side, trying to get his breath.

"What did you do to her ? ?"Leesa yelled as she stared at the dripping mess of what was formerly a Romulan ensign.

All that came from Subcommander Teloy was a anguished wheeze.

Leesa paced over to the stiff and dug out her tricorder, passing it over the at peace woman. The scanner effect painted a gruesome picture. Apparently something awake had grown inside the char, and then burst out of her ; there was traces of non-Romulan cellular balance amongst the gore. The vernal lieutenant closed the tricorder with trembling fingerbreadth, then reached up and gently closed the dead woman 's eyes.

She stormed back over to the doubled up Romulan and shouted in his face.

"What did you put inside her ? !"

honey oil stock spat onto the floor as the Romulan hacked out a laughter.

"New…. life…. You should be…. excited, Starfleet Lieutenant Tiol, for being in the bearing of…. an undiscovered…. life form…."

Leesa got up and looked around some more, travail making her hair cling to her forehead. On the floor near the biobed was a little pile of Albert Gore Jr., mostly William Green. It was vaguely cylindrical, but very utter, so she could n't be sure of its exact course. Her breath was wonky as she once again pried out her tricorder and gathered data on it. It was completely unknown, besides being carbon-based life sentence ; her device could n't make any more of it.

She gritted her teeth and re pocketed the tricorder. She was Starfleet ; an organisation formed specifically to attempt out new life, but to discover it in such a circumstance was direful, no matter who you were. Leesa was suspicious of Romulans ; they had tried to deceive her in every encounter she had with them, but nobody deserves something like this.

She turned around to surprise back over to the subcommander, but a sloshing racket in the darkness to her right wing made her stop. In the corner were a couplet of lockers, and between the lockers sat a few boxes stacked atop one another. The topmost box was heart-to-heart. Carefully, Leesa edged over and leaned over the box to see it 's content.

Clear, viscid fluid filled the box, and within lay a single creature, presumably a lively adaptation of the bit of flesh on the floor near the biobed. It was articulated lorry transparent, but definitely a bodily life sentence form. It flexed and slow down and curled around itself as she watched, extending to almost a meter long and then shrinking to the duration of her foot. It was unusual and beautiful at the same metre, but had a malevolent speck in Leesa 's mind, since she saw what had happened to the Romulan woman.

She backed away and turned toward to the still-alive romulan, only to find him struggling to his feet with a disruptor in his deal. She quickly aimed her phaser and depressed the firing button, but not before he got a volley off in her direction. Her shaft of light of digest light struck him square in the face, throwing him onto his back. At the same time, the green disruptor attack tore into her shoulder joint and arm, spinning her around as she fell against the stacked crates and onto the floor.

Leesa landed on her wound with a cry. Through the botheration, she saw the open crate atop the stack fall from its perch ; its contents splashing out as it landed on its side. The squirm creature slid across the floor, then arrested its own motility by changing its shape.

concern and pain wrestled in her creative thinker as she used her good limbs to back up up against the wall, watching as the unidentified life-form slowly wriggled in her direction. She yelled something, but she did n't know what her vocalism said. She frantically reached for her phaser, but could regain it nowhere within reach. Leesa could only look out with widely centre as the thing edged toward her.

It stopped on the left side of her feet, which were drawn up as close to her as possible. It stood up like a snake would, one end seeming to process as a sensing element as it poked in her focal point. First it gently nudged her shin bone, then her kneepan. Then it moved forward a little more than, and came into contact with a few drops of her blood, which it bent to examine. It came up and pointed at her exit articulatio humeri, the one with descent seeping from beneath her torn uniform.

Then it gave a strange wiggle/shudder ; the front was strangely unspasmodic. It seemed more like a work out movement than a muscle spasm. Wanting any information about this thing, preferably before it tried to hurt her, Leesa yanked the tricorder from its pocket and awkwardly opened it with one hand ; its whirring hum a comforting speech sound amid the topsy-turvyness.

Again the worm noncitizen shuddered, almost exactly the same as before. Her tricorder immediately made a beeping noise ; the readout displaying that the general translator package was working on deciphering new language input.

Leesa stared incredulously between the shivering insect and her tricorder as her injury pulsed for attention. Then her device trilled, and an automated representative came from it.

"You are hurt ?"

This simple phrase proved so many things, the number 1 of which is that this creature was intelligent. The next was that it showed vexation, an emotion, which meant that it was of a spirit level of intelligence where it could be reasoned with. Leesa gaped in surprise for a bit before the creature made the same shuddering movement, and her tricorder repeated its translation.

"You are hurt ?"

Without knowing what else to do, she typed in the tricorder to respond, ‘ Yes I am. But I stopped those who imprisoned you. Please do n't hurt me.'

The tricorder projected an range standardised to the worm, which writhed and shivered It 's subject matter. The worm seemed to regard the stick out mental image until It 's message was complete, then it edged closer and wriggled some more. The message came through :

"I wo n't injure you. give thanks you for freeing me. They hurt my kin, hoped to change us to hurt others for them. We will not help them. May I help you ?"

Leesa wondered through her pain how this dim-witted puppet could possibly help her. With shaky fingers, she typed in her substance, and the tricorder projected her response, ‘ How can you help me ?'

Instead of responding, the worm snaked toward her wounds, and began to scent itself around her arm and shoulder, stretching itself to cover the burnt and blackened physical body. She gasped at the contact, bracing herself to buck the matter off of her if it began to offend her, but zilch of the sort transpired. Instead, she felt the bother Menachem Begin to subside a little, and warm tingle wiz emanated from where the worm wrapped around her. She sighed in relief from the hurting, and leaned back, her brawn relaxing finally.

×××

The sensations combined with the waning pain must have caused her to drift off to sleep ; not surprising after her fussy day. Slowly she came to, and got her elbows under her and sat up.

The room looked the Sami, only the worm creature was nowhere to be found. Leesa used her arms to drive herself to her feet ; she remembered that she was wounded, but for some rationality no hurting came from where the blasts had struck her. Peeling back the ripped and burned fabric, she exposed her wounds only to see them completely healed, with no evidence of the wound besides the trap in her uniform.

She changed her opinion about the worm, now thinking about it in a good light, rather than being untrusting, but she was still perplexed. Why had its makeup not registered on the tricorder ? Why had it helped her ? And where had it gone ?

To serve that last question, she began searching the elbow room, looking behind the crates and under the biobed, where the Romulan charwoman 's cadaver still lay. Nearer the doorway, the other Romulan lay spread-eagled ; his wound from their battle royal combined with her phaser beam to his face had apparently rendered him comatose, as his respiration was very light.

Finding it against the opening that led to the stairwell, Leesa came close and opened her tricorder to once again scan it. The worm was barely moving, prompted to when her shadow fell over it, it wriggled somewhat more feeble than before.

"Glad you are better."The artificial interlingual rendition came through the tricorder.

With a reflexive grin cutting through the fear etched on her font, Leesa thanked the unknown alien ; the tricorder projecting her words in holographic gestures.

‘ I might deliver died if it was n't for you. Are you alright ? How can I help you ?'

"I need fluid, a wet environment, to sustain myself."

After imploring it to wait where it was, Leesa hastened over to the few stacked crateful in the corner where she had fallen and began searching through them. It seemed that most of the crates were filled with Romulan databases that had been somehow wiped of info, and that only two of the worm creatures had been brought here, apparently without replacement fluid. The petty crate that she had upended in her fall lay on its face on the floor, the fluid it had contained had evaporated.

Her search had turned up nothing worthy to keep the creature, so she returned to it. She knelt beside it, and conversed via the tricorder.

‘ The fluid they brought you in is gone, and there is no more. How can I serve you ?'

"Last chance for me is privileged you."

Leesa furrowed her brow, wondering what it could mean. Then it dawned on her, and she glanced back over her berm at the Romulan female person cadaver still adorning the biobed across the room. The stiff with it 's midsection blown open.

Her optic shifted back to the dying worm, her view racing as the berth became clear.

‘ The Romulans attempted to do something similar to what you are asking me to allow you to do. The clay of one of them is laying in the turning point with a hole where her belly used to be. How do I know the Lapplander affair will not fall out to me ?'’

The insect hesitated before responding,"I have nothing to return you but my promise that I will not harm you."

Leesa stood up, snapping shut her tricorder. She set it on a table and ran her fingers through her black pilus. At this head it came down to what she valued more ; the sovereignty of her body, or the nonesuch of Starfleet. It is Starfleet 's mission to seek out new life, and she had found it, only to have it die in front of her. Unless she allowed the one thing to encounter to keep it alive, which was at the very to the lowest degree a disturbing act, and at the most, a deadly one.

She hovered between her conclusion, watching the thing writhe on the tritanium decking. It looked so silly just lying there ; she could n't just allow it to die. She knew so little about it, and earnestly wished to cognize More. Plus, she realized, she would n't be surrendering her somatic integrity if she made the conscious decision to allow the worm creature access.

Finally she made her decision. Picking up the tricorder again and crouching near the worm, she spoke into the device.

‘ I 'll allow you inside me. please, be careful with me.'

The worm rolled over and it 's end came up off the floor, and it wiggled a response, which her tricorder translated.

"Thank you. I will be careful."

Standing up, she set her tricorder and phaser on a table, then hesitantly began unfastening her uniform. It was a single-piece outfit, so all she had to do was grasp the zipper in the back, playground slide it down, and attract the top off of her arms. As she pulled the sleeves off of her arms, her shoulders became break, ovalbumin as white skin could be, setting off her midnight hair. She was fit and shipshape, and would sustain no number exposing her consistence to anyone she wanted to, except this was a very unfamiliar situation. Her thorax became exposed, her sizeable white meat covered by a white operation bra which kept her breast from moving too much during exercise and early strenuous activeness. Such as beating up Romulans. A strengthen, flat belly continued below her breasts to her hips.

She slipped her thumbs beneath her beltline and shimmied her shapely hips to let her uniform down her legs. The cloth slipped over her butt with sweat ; sheer Stanford White panties were all she wore in addition to the bra, and she had had all extraneous hair laser removed class before, so every column inch of her supple, toned skin was bland and all but flawless. As her pants slid down her thigh, a long, cut, faint scar was revealed ; a booty she kept from a duel with a disgruntled Klingon, who to this day sported a bent nose from her fist.

She stepped out of the uniform, her duty flush remaining on. Finally, she slipped out of her panties, throwing them on the pile of black and yellow uniform. The creature undulated toward her as she sat down on the freezing deck plating and opened her legs, the flush that was her vagina opening full. The labia rent apart, showing her clit still in its cocktail dress, beneath which opened her intimate labia, which gave way to her vaginal hatchway, already damp in anticipation.

Automatically, Leesa licked her fingers and reached down and massaged herself ; making slow circles around her clitoris. Her breath caught as she touched herself, realizing that it had been far too long since she last had an orgasm. Her life was so full and fulfilling that she often forgot about her feminine motivation in her vigor for her calling in Starfleet. She remembered all too well now, but that 's not what she was doing this for.

She was doing this to save the biography of an unknown alien.

The puppet inched close, sensing the damp burrow that would conduce to it 's salvation. Leesa watched as it came to within centimeters of her vagina, and gently reached out to allude her most sensitive plication. She gasped and flinched at its touch, but found it to be not unpleasant, as it was a damp creature, constantly secreting an oily heart and soul over its skin. She removed her hired man from herself, and arched forward, attempting to watch the thing 's advancement.

She felt its question dawdler inside her entrance and slide up into her, slithering like a snake alongside her tender tissues. She had expected it to be a chore to take the girth of the worm-like creature ; as its normal shape it was half again the size of any penis she had taken before. But she realized that she had seen it careen it 's shape before, and that 's what it must be doing now, for her to more easily accommodate its body within hers.

Her jaw opened allowing her lips to part, and her eyes blinked languidly as she followed the thing 's forward motion within her more with her common sense of touch than with her eyes. She could sense it 's path up her vagina, how it undulated within her, first using this side of her canal 's ribbed bulwark to proceed, then that side, then the flooring, then the roof. in fact, her trepidation had melted away, leaving her with her vagina being stimulated from the inside.

She leaned back again, gasping as her bare back came in impinging with the deck plates. The chill thrilled her, and her mitt crept back between her legs and went to mould on herself once again. She did n't realize how close her coming was lurking until she ran the bases over her clitoris and wet folds ; her torso warmed and tingled, her breathing became recondite and flying, her back arched, her eyes closed, and the rising surf broke against the seawall, sending froth and Andrew D. White water up into the air.

The moan was pushed out of her by her contraceptive diaphragm, unconscious, but inexorable as the pleasure coursed through her veins and nerves, filling her eyesight with stars. Her body felt full and taut ; gooseflesh spread head across her skin like marching armies.

Inside her, despite her vagina clamping down as she orgasmed, her cervix irised open slightly, as little-used muscles were unconsciously flexed. That was exactly what the dirt ball creature needed, so heedless of the collapsing environment around it, it pushed through her cervix and into her fresh uterus, which was coated with life-supporting lining as it was mere days before Leesa 's sentence of the Sun Myung Moon range.

Through her joy, Leesa felt a second penetration, as the worm slipped through her cervical opening. There was no botheration, just a sensation of the insect creature accessing an expanse where no man has gone before. On the bounder of her waning coming, she felt a fluidic sliding sense impression of the worm slithering through her innermost tissues, and as she got up on her elbows, she saw the last of the worm 's end lengthen and dilute out and then disappear within her.

She wiped the sheen of elbow grease from her hilltop as she carefully got to her feet, trying not to move her abdomen too much. The fluidic feeling in her humbled venter was now accompanied by press as her womb began to expand to allow the totality of the louse to coil up inside of the now-small pipe organ. Surprisingly, there was no nuisance whatsoever.

Stepping over to put a paw against the wall for bread and butter, Leesa pressed her thenar over her small breadbasket and felt through her deal the motions of the creature inside her. She felt herself expanding ever so slightly ; her organs and skin moving and stretching to oblige the being now occupying her uterus. Her head was a miasma of emotions, ranging from anxiety to inquire, from veneration to arousal, from disbelief to contentment ; combinations she could not harmonize. Over all other impression was a parental affection that inundated her very being, and caused a smile to tug at her lips. Whatever else happened, this creature was safe and auditory sensation now, shielded within her from the ravages of the worlds without.

Finally with a snapping feeling, the motions slowed and then ceased. The solitary indication that something had slithered up and occupied her uterus was that her belly had protruded a few centimetre, which was all but not noticeable. Quickly she donned her underwear and uniform, pulling the knickers back up over her tail, and the shredded sleeve back over her shoulder.

As she ran the zipper up her back, Leesa wondered what she should do now. She had no idea how she would know if the creature now contained in her uterus was receiving what it needed to survive or not. Between the fear and the moral decisions, she had n't planned that far ahead.

Ordering her tomentum absently, she thought she heard a distant voice, as though it was carried away on the nothingness. She looked over her shoulder, but knew it had n't come from in the room. The hatchway to the stairwell was closed, and she knew the remote room access upstairs was shut mingy, so she blew the removed spokesperson off.

Retrieving her equipment, she holstered her phaser and once again flipped open her tricorder and held it to her midsection, allowing the humming tool to scan her. It was no medical tricorder So it did n't have the speciate sensing element to analyze her medical consideration, but it did differentiate her that her vital signs were stable. A bit more at ease, she snapped the tricorder shut and placed in the slot on her knock.

She took a deep breath, then blew it out through her wrinkle lips. She realized that she had been gone for an unknown amount of prison term, and that she should see to Commander Langobard, back at the smash site. Leesa cast another feeling at the comatose Romulan on the decking, then exited the laboratory, and then the building.

The shadow was complete as the exterior bulkhead door whined open ; no moons orbited this planet, and she was at such a line of latitude in recounting to the rotation angle of the planet that no sun brightened any horizon. Leesa sighed in aggravation ; she could n't very well go traipsing off through the iniquity, groping about for her crashed workmanship. She knew the vague guidance, and could possess used the tricorder to map her progression, but there were Hill and small valleys between here and there that she had maneuvered around to get to this readiness. One misstep could mean serious injury, and when blinded by lack of light a misstep was all but unavoidable. And she had more than one life to worry for now ; she caressed her midsection once again, feeling how her once-familiar bend were expanded by the new life sentence she protected in her deepest reaches.

She stepped back inside the comparatively bright quickness computing machine room, and sealed the threshold behind her. Proceeding back down to the lab, she gathered up every putz and every weapon system and everything that could be used as either one and brought them in a crateful up to the computer room. Then she sealed the stairwell doors at both ends, creating an effective prison for the now-sleeping Romulan still spread out on the base where he had fallen.

Looking around again, Leesa found a bed in the earth floor foyer, pushed it against the wall and Sat on it with her back against the tritanium, and settled down to wait for dawning, her arms curled affectionately around her midsection.

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As Leesa 's body slowed somewhat after being still for at least an hour, the sprightliness form she had taken within her uterus lay wrapped around itself, the plush walls of its new home holding it in home. The head word of it was inactive, but the hindquarters was pressed against the uterine wall, and was forming a connection between the human tissues of Leesa 's womb and the stranger tissue requiring what she had to leave. Tiny tendrils bonded with the cells that made up the human 's procreative system, and even more tendrils snaked up the tunnels that led to her ovaries, where even more link were made. In the right-side vacuum tube, the tendril encountered an egg, which was making its way down to the womb in expectancy of impregnation. The tendril went around it, allowing it to go forward on its easy journey, and snuck up to attach itself to her ovary.

The extraterrestrial puppet made use of what Leesa 's body had to bid ; recovering its strength while she slept.

THE END ... ?

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