Time's Error

Chapter 5: Pon Farr Out

“Levy!” Mariner shouted over comms at the lieutenant who had just transported down to the planet. “Whatever you’re gonna do, do it now!”

But it was too late. Ahead of the Death Valley, a phaser blast from the Yosemite II lanced down toward the surface of Dulaine.

-and was abruptly stopped by a wave of chronoton energy rising from the surface.

“Levy did it!” Tendi cried.

Over the comms channel to the Yosemite II, Mariner shouted, “Welcome to your new timeline, bitches!”

The chronoton wave washed over both shuttles and continued out into space. There was no sensation of impact.

“What just happened?” Boimler asked. “The chronoton surge stopped the phaser beam, but I don’t feel any different. I mean, there was a tingle for a second, but now it’s gone.”

“Has anything changed?” Mariner asked. “The Yosemite is still out there.”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then a voice came over comms. 

“Yosemite II to Death Valley,” said Lieutenant Commander Sa’dok. “It appears this field test of Mr. Rutherford’s transport enhancer is a success.”

“Congratulations, Rutherford!” a young female voice added. Somehow, Rutherford knew that this was Lt. JG Judy Chiu, who, like Sa’dok, was one of the time agents—but also, somehow, was one of the Cerritos’ junior Command officers. 

I have memories from two different timelines, Rutherford thought. It must be an effect of the chronoton blast. I definitely like this timeline better.

“Thanks!” Rutherford replied.

“You may return to the Cerritos,” Sa’dok said. “We will go to the surface to retrieve Lieutenant Levy.”

“Can we make it quick?” the Lower Deckers heard Lieutenant McMasters ask. “I have a platform diving class in Cetacean Ops in half an hour.”

“Of course, lieutenant,” Sa’dok replied. “I believe we all have exercise classes to attend.”

***

“How is it,” Boimler asked as the Death Valley headed toward the Cerritos’ shuttle bay, “that we still remember that those guys were time agents when they don’t remember it themselves?”

“Residual chronotons from the volcano,” Rutherford replied. “The agents don’t have them because they were cancelled out by the anti-chronotons they’d all been coated with. But our chronotons will wear off in a few days, and then we’ll forget those guys were ever anything but happy, fulfilled Starfleet officers in crop tops.”

“Well,” Boimler replied, “as long as I don’t forget that Lieutenant McMasters has one of the finest racks I’ve ever seen on a woman, I guess I won’t mind.”

“Don’t worry,” Mariner said, “If you forget, I’ll remind you. I’m thinking we should double-team her some time.”

Looking at Mariner and Boimler, Tendi said, “Speaking of teams, I hear you’re both joining Commander Ransom for the meeting with the Tellarite delegation next week.”

“Yeah, we are,” Boimler said, pulling out his padd and showing Tendi a picture of the Tellarite delegates. “And look who’s on it.”

“Is that Drev?”

“Yup,” Mariner said. “Hopefully, by the time we see him, we’ll have forgotten what a grouch he was in his old timeline.”

“I’m betting he’s a grouch in this one, too,” Boimler replied. “But we’ll see. Like they say, the future is not yet written.”

“And neither is the past, apparently,” Rutherford replied.

“Then let us make the most of the present,” T’lyn said. “It would seem that the stress associated with recent events has affected my hormonal milieu. I believe my pon farr will begin well ahead of the anticipated time window—in a few hours, in fact.”

“That’s awesome!” Tendi replied. “I’ve already got my outfit picked out.”

“I’ll start replicating the hors d’oeuvres as soon as we land,” Boimler said. “You guys are gonna love the spread.”

Indeed, when the Death Valley landed in the shuttle bay, Boimler hurried off. The others walked more casually out of the bay and up the corridor toward the turbolift.

“So, T’lyn,” Mariner said, “just wondering: Who did you pick for your, you know, pon farr-ee?”

“If you are asking whom I have selected as my initial mating partner,” T’lyn replied, “it is Lieutenant Boimler.”

Mariner was glad she was walking down a corridor and not, say, drinking a margarita, which she would surely have shot out of her nose.

“Boimler? Seriously?” she choked. “I mean, kudos to him for volunteering, and he’s not bad in the sack, but you’re gonna snap that bird-boned boy in half!”

“On the contrary,” T’lyn replied, “Lieutenant Boimler is quite resilient, as he has demonstrated on multiple occasions. Also, he has completed the selection of food items for the ceremony, so he is now expendable.”

When Mariner raised an eyebrow, T’lyn added, “That was an attempt at humor.” 

“Well, good try.”

***

T’lyn had reserved the ship’s lounge for her ceremony and invited twenty guests, including her four fellow Lower Deckers, Captain Freeman, and several other members of the senior staff (although Commander Ransom had RSVPed in the negative, having caught a previously unknown sexually transmitted disease during a recent away mission). T’lyn had also invited her three newest crewmates: Science staffer Lieutenant Commander Sa’dok, Security officer Lieutenant Ellen McMasters, and junior Command officer Lieutenant JG Judy Chiu.

For the cocktail hour, Boimler had selected various tasty appetizers from Vulcan, Dulainian, and Earth cuisine. T’lyn sampled several of these, knowing that she would need both protein and carbohydrates for the activities to come.

Over that hour, T’lyn felt her instincts begin to take over. And by the time cocktails were finished, T’lyn could no longer suppress or ignore the burning heat inside her. Her primal, animal need to mate overwhelmed all rational thought, all self-control. 

In the back of her mind, she thought fleetingly about how difficult it had been for her ancestors to allow themselves to give themselves over to the pon farr, how ashamed they were to surrender their capacity for logical thought for even a day, and she pitied them. Admiral Spock had once said that logic was the beginning of wisdom, not the end, and T’lyn believed this wholeheartedly. For how could one be wise if one did not acknowledge all parts of one’s own being, even those that were inherently irrational?

Looking at T’lyn from several meters away, Boimler could see a green flush breaking out on the Vulcan woman’s normally pallid face, indicating that she was entering the pon farr in full. He swallowed his last bite of Dulainian greenfish carpaccio, took T’lyn’s arm, and led her to the front of the room, where a floor mattress had been placed. Per tradition, they both knelt down on it, facing each other.

“Come here,” T’lyn said, her voice raspy with lust. Then she literally ripped off Boimler’s crop top, seized his face in both hands, and pulled it down to hers to kiss him fiercely.

Boimler had read up extensively on pon farr in preparation for this moment, so he was not surprised that T’lyn still had much of her Vulcan strength. He would have to penetrate her to induce muscle relaxation and thus reduce her strength to what he considered a safe level. Which was fine with him, because his cock felt like it would explode inside his best underwear—a pair of Tholian-silk boxer shorts—if he didn’t get his painfully hard member into a nice, tight hole very soon.

So as he fervently kissed T’lyn—who had just yanked his shorts down to his knees—Boimler pulled off her black ceremonial gown, which was designed to be easily removed and under which T’lyn wore absolutely nothing. Then he seized her hip in one hand and her opposite shoulder with the other and, using all his strength, broke off the kiss and turned her over onto all fours before shoving down his boxers and releasing his erect member.

“Way to go, Triple B!” Mariner cheered at Boimler’s cock. “Master that ass!”

“Fuck her till she screams!” Tendi shouted. She took a breath and said more quietly, “Wow, I didn’t know I was so invested in this.”

Tendi had moved right in front of Rutherford. Along with a royal-blue-and-gold velvet crop top, she wore a pair of tight blue velvet shorts that looked particularly sexy, in Rutherford’s opinion, when Tendi pushed her ass back against his crotch. His arousal kindled, he pulled her close.

Fearing that the raging T’lyn might move out of position before he could act, Boimler quickly seized the base of his cock, aimed the head at T’lyn’s entrance, and thrust in hard. T’lyn threw her head back and screamed with pleasure even as Boimler began fucking her.

“Oh, damn,” Rutherford breathed, unconsciously squeezing Tendi’s shoulder. “This is intense.” Just as unconsciously, Tendi backed up against him and pressed her ass against his crotch.

In her sixty-two years of life, T’lyn had been through pon farr seven times before. But never had the feelings associated with that state been as intense as they were now. She felt as though she were aflame inside and out—an expression she had always assumed was human hyperbole.

So T’lyn fucked her ass back hard against Boimler’s slim hips, aching to feel his cock plunge deep into her hot, ravenous pussy again and again. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her mind blocked out the noise of the crowd, but she felt everything: the soft carpet her fingers dug into, the dual points of Boimler’s hips striking her ass, her own breasts shaking beneath her with the force of their coupling, the raging heat of both their bodies. 

As a human, Boimler didn’t know from experience what T’lyn was feeling, but what he was feeling now had to be at least a little like it, because he felt like he was going mad with lust. He fucked T’lyn hard, panting and sweating with the effort, his toned muscles working beneath his pale skin. The squeeze of T’lyn’s hot fuck-channel around his cock and the friction of his member pistoning inside it were driving him to heights of both pleasure and agonizing need that he had never before known.

“Rutherford,” Tendi gasped, pressing her back and ass more urgently against him, “I can’t look away from this, but I really need you to touch me.”

“That’s no problem,” Rutherford breathed. “All I want to do is touch you.”

He ran his hands over the smooth green skin of Tendi’s bare, flat stomach. Then one hand went up under her crop top to fondle her firm little breasts—Rutherford was excited to discover that she hadn’t worn a bra—while his other hand dived down into her shorts and panties to play with her pussy. He felt her body shudder in his grip and knew he’d just given her a small orgasm. He put his lips to her ear.

“I like how, with you, ‘first contact’ is always a good experience.”

“Mmmm, yeah…” Tendi moaned. “Now gimme some second contact…please…”

Others among the onlookers seemed to be having similar reactions. Dr. T’ana’s feline lordosis reflex had kicked in, so she was bending her torso backward, leaning her head and shoulders against the much taller Sa’dok’s chest, and mewling, “Hey, big boy, I’ll bet watching this pon farr is thawing out that Vulcan fuck-stick of yours.”

“My penile temperature no doubt remains unchanged,” Sa’dok replied. “But I do have a full erection.”

“Good enough,” T’ana purred. Then she bent forward a bit and stood on tiptoe to rub her ass against the bulge in Sa’dok’s pants.

Mariner felt a body press against the back of hers. She could tell who it was by feel alone—the small, firm breasts, the narrow waist, and the slender hips made it obvious even before an arm came around her middle, the palm of the blue hand pressing firmly against Mariner’s firm, bare stomach.

“Mariner,” Jen Sh’reyan murmured in her ear, “would you do me a solid and let me touch you all over before I totally lose containment?”

Mariner leaned her head back next to Jen’s and replied, “Oooh, ‘lose containment,’ huh? Is that sweet, sweet body of yours gonna soak me with your ‘antimatter’ if it doesn’t get what it needs?”

“Yes,” Jen hissed lustily. “Now get those sweet little tits out so I can squeeze them the way they deserve.”

“Yes ma’am,” Mariner answered with a grin. Then she pulled off her crop top and the lacy white bra she’d worn for this occasion, and Jen began feeling her up like a horny teenager.

Overwhelmed by fiery, implacable lust, T’lyn thrust her ass back against Boimler’s hips as fast and as forcefully as her body would allow, and her long, loud moans were punctuated by short, piercing cries of pleasure and desperate need—the need to feel her partner’s seed shoot up into her womb.

“Fuck me!” she cried. “FUCK MEEEEEEE!”

Boimler pounded her pussy as hard as he possibly could. He felt orgasm coming on fast, and he gripped T’lyn’s taut ass savagely as he plowed her.

“Almost…” he grunted through gritted teeth. “Almost…YAAAAAAAAH!”

T’lyn felt Boimler’s hot human seed shooting up into her, and she cried out “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” as she came like crazy.

The various onlookers, following modern Vulcan tradition and responding to their own arousal at seeing and hearing T’lyn and Boimler’s savage coupling, began stripping off their clothes.

“Boimler,” T’lyn gasped, lowering her body to the floor and then rolling over to look up at him. “That was…the most powerful…orgasm…of my life…” She took a moment to catch her breath and added, “Thank you…”

“It’s pretty…high on my list…too,” Boimler breathed. Then he moved on top of T’lyn and asked, “Ready for round two?”

T’lyn, having caught her breath, raised a black eyebrow. “Are you? Surely your refractory period cannot be so short.”

“Oh, I took a whole bunch of synthetic triglobulin before the ceremony started. I’m gonna stay hard for a while.”

“Medically speaking, I am not certain that was a wise action on your part. But I appreciate it nonetheless.” She spread her legs and bent her knees upward as she added, “Now, please penetrate me again.”

“Gladly,” Boimler said, and got on top of her.

As Boimler eased into T’lyn, the onlookers began to escalate their own activities beyond mere touching.

“Hey Tendi,” Rutherford murmured in the Orion woman’s ear, “you wanna do some doggy style so we can keep watching the action?”

“Oooh, definitely,” Tendi replied. “Just calling it ‘doggy style’ makes it more fun. Back home, we call it the ‘blazzard double-hop,’ which just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

Keeping her eyes on the slow-fucking Boimler and T’lyn, Tendi got down on all fours. Rutherford came down on his knees behind her, smiling at the sight of her shapely green ass and her wet pussy. And smiling at…well, just Tendi. For reasons Rutherford couldn’t quite put a finger on, Tendi was special to him in ways that his other lovers weren’t. He was still thinking about that when he slid his cock into her.

“Hmmm…” they both sighed.

Mariner and Jen were now full-on masturbating each other as they watched Boimler and T’lyn fuck. The voluptuous Lt. Bella, whose big tits Jet Manhaver had been fondling from behind, pushed her skirt and panties to the floor and bent forward, grasping the back of a chair so that Jet could take her standing up. Carol Freeman, like Tendi, had gotten down on all fours on the floor, and now Mershell was banging her from behind. Chief Engineer Fern and the blonde, bosomy security officer Lt. McMasters were both in a similar position, moaning softly as Chief Science Officer Lt. Greenleaf skillfully fingered their pussies from behind. And Dr. T’ana made a low yowl as Sa’dok penetrated her kitty-style.

T’lyn’s first fuck with Boimler had been magnificent, but it had scarcely taken any of the edge off her intense lust. So she increased the rate at which she thrust her hips upward to meet Boimler’s.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice almost a hiss. “Fuck me…Fuck me as though…you wish to breed me…like a domestic animal…”

Boimler’s brain translated T’lyn’s formal wording into the dirty talk he knew it was intended to be, which increased his eagerness. He fucked the horny Vulcan even faster. T’lyn reciprocated and began moaning continuously.

“Oh yeah,” Mariner breathed, unconsciously rubbing Jen’s clit faster in time with Boimler and T’lyn’s fucking. “This is what I came to see.”

“Me too,” the Andorian gasped, rubbing Mariner’s clit faster in response. “There’s no better fuck to watch than a pon farr fuck.”

T’lyn and Boimler fucked faster and faster. Both of them were fully in the thrall of their lust now, oblivious to everything but the white-hot burn of their need. They grunted like animals, the sounds growing louder as orgasm grew tantalizingly close.

This time, it was T’lyn who reached the point of ecstasy first. She screamed like a madwoman and seized Boimler with her arms and legs and pussy, and then Boimler was crying out and shooting another load of hot human seed deep inside her.

“Hot damn,” Rutherford breathed as he plowed Tendi from behind.

“Yeah…” Tendi panted, thrusting her green ass back against Rutherford’s tan hips. “I’d…applaud…if I…weren’t…about…to…AAAAHH!”

“YESSSS!” Rutherford cried, Tendi’s climax triggering his. Others in the room soon reached orgasm, too.

After a long moment of panting for breath, Boimler asked T’lyn, “So, now that you’ve had your ritual fuck, you ready to freestyle?”

“I am indeed,” T’lyn replied. “Although anal intercourse does not interest me in and of itself, I believe that if performed in conjunction with vaginal intercourse, it could provide additional stimulation that I would find gratifying. I am therefore interested in being ‘DPed,’ as you put it.” 

“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding volunteers for that,” Boimler said.

“Lieutenant Boimler,” T’lyn said, “thus far, this ceremony has been a success. Thank you for all your efforts, both sexual and gustatory.”

“Glad I could help,” Boimler replied. Then the slender, naked human headed into the crowd.

T’lyn looked at Rutherford, who had pulled out of Tendi a couple of minutes earlier, and asked, “Would you be willing to provide the vaginal portion of my double penetration?”

“You bet!” the young officer replied.

T’lyn then looked to the tall, dark-brown-skinned Lieutenant Kornak, who was near the front of the group of onlookers, and said, “And would you be willing to penetrate me anally as part of this activity?”

“It would be my honor to fuck you in the ass, Lieutenant,” the Klingon replied.

Jen Sh’reyan was now taking to the floor, where she had been invited to join in a triangular daisy chain with two cute fellow junior officers, Barnes and Chiu. Therefore, after Mariner took a quick glance at the moaning T’lyn as she impaled herself on Rutherford and Kornak’s cocks, Mariner looked for some new partners—and quickly spotted two fine candidates.

“Seeing T’lyn get DPed,” she said to Dulainian officers Mershell and Featherdown, “is getting me in the mood, and Tendi says you guys are pros at it.”

“And Tendi says you’re a sexual wildcat,” Featherdown replied.

“So we’d be happy to double-do you, Mariner,” Mershell added. Then he and Featherdown took hold of their hard cocks and showed them to Mariner as Mershell asked, “Which one do you want where?”

Tendi looked at Mariner and grinned, glad that her friend was about to experience the joy of double-fucking with the two skilled Dulainians. Tendi’s eyes then met those of Boimler, who had fulfilled his ceremonial obligations to T’lyn and, judging from his steely erection, was ready to hook up with someone new.

“Soooo,” Tendi said teasingly as she approached the purple-haired human and pointed at his bobbing wang, “need someplace to bury that bone?”

Boimler grinned hornily. “Looking to learn more about human erogenous zones?”

Returning Boimler’s smile, Tendi replied, “Nah, I just wanna fuck.”

Taking hold of his cock, which was turning red, Boimler said, “Well, I’m pretty sure I’ll fall over dead if I don’t fuck somebody in the next two minutes, so let’s do this thing.”

“Can we try an Earth position I heard about?” Tendi asked. “It’s called the…post-pounder, I think?”

“You mean the piledriver? Oh heck yeah.”

“I’ve been doing some Dulainian yoga with Barnes and Sh’reyan,” Tendi said. “So now, I can do this pretty easily.”

Tendi lay down on her back, then pushed her lower back and bottom up off the floor so that she could support them with her hands while she lifted her legs straight up above her, putting herself in a candle position. Then she opened her legs wide so that her pussy was aimed up at Boimler.

“Ready to pile-drive me, Boimy?”

“Definitely.” 

Remaining standing, Boimler moved close to Tendi so that his thighs were touching her cute ass. He pointed his hard cock straight down, then bent his knees and lowered himself down, using his bodyweight to push his cock into Tendi’s waiting hole. Tendi sighed happily as Boimler’s cock went into her to the hilt.

There was plenty of other action around the room as the ceremony became an all-out orgy. Dr. T’ana was hanging off by her arms from the neck of buff science officer Lieutenant Greenleaf and was panting in his ear as he fucked her standing up. Sa’dok was on top of Captain Freeman, his pale ass pumping between her wide-open brown thighs. Chief Engineer Fern was on all fours and moaning continuously as her subordinate, the sprightly Ensign Forest, took her anally.  And Jet Manhaver was fucking the voluptuous Bella from behind while she used her holographic vibrator on the busty blonde Lieutenant McMasters, who lay on her back with her eyes closed and lips parted.

T’lyn was on top of Rutherford and was leaning forward, fucking her pussy on Rutherford’s cock as Kornak fucked her ass from behind. The experience of double penetration was every bit as erotic as the Vulcan had hoped; having two cockshafts pumping deep inside her greatly enhanced the sensation of being penetrated and filled—a feeling her pon farr had made her crave. She could feel her emotional control begin to slip once again, but on this day, that was acceptable.

“Yes…” she breathed. “So full…so good…”

Mariner was turned on like mad. Riding cowgirl style on Mershell and Greenleaf’s cocks—one long, the other girthy—was super hot in and of itself, and doing it while watching T’lyn get double-fucked at the same time was mind-blowing. As a result, Mariner had already gone from merely raising and lowering herself on the two men’s cocks to bouncing on them, her small breasts jiggling merrily with her movements.

Boimler, looking down at Tendi’s flushed, breathlessly smiling face, had the same expression on his own face as he pile-drove her. He was glad he’d done so many bodyweight squats in his circuit training classes, because otherwise his quads would have been burning by now and distracting him from the sheer pleasure of fucking Tendi this way.

“Faster, Boimler,” Tendi gasped. “My pussy really needs pounding.”

“Happy to oblige,” Boimler breathed, and picked up his pace. Tendi moaned.

Rutherford slightly tightened his grip on T’lyn’s waist as he helped her ride his and Kornak’s cocks. Rutherford and T’lyn had boned several times since she’d joined the Cerritos’ crew and become a Lower Decker, but never when she was in a state like this. Her face was close to his, and the lustful, near-feral snarl of her lips was amazing to see on a woman who was normally impassive to a fault. Rutherford knew that Vulcans only went through pon farr about every seven years, so he was going to enjoy T’lyn’s while it lasted.

Mariner rode Mershell and Featherdown harder and harder, gasping with pleasure every time their cocks thrust up into her pussy and ass. As Mariner bounced up and down, Mershell, whom she was facing, reached up and fondled her tits. His fingertips stimulated her nipples so skillfully that the combined sensations in her breasts and pussy soon had her riding the two men at a gallop.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned. “Oh fuck, I…I’m gonna…AAAAAIIIAAAH!”

In the throes of her climax, Mariner could feel her pussy and asshole seize those two penetrating cocks, and then both men were grunting loudly and shooting hot semen straight up into her like twin geysers, making her pleasure even more intense.

T’lyn, who had already been on the precipice of orgasm, was pushed over the edge by these sounds of ecstasy. She cried out “YEESSSS!” and came.

“Oh fuck YEAH!” Rutherford shouted, shooting his load up into the depths of T’lyn’s fucktunnel.

“Ka’plah!” Kornak hollered as the Klingon, too, reached his climax.

Tendi, now thrusting her thighs up against Boimler’s hips as hard as her inverted position would allow, was simultaneously experiencing intense pussy-pleasure and a delirious headrush. So she half-giggled, half-screamed as her climax hit. Her pussy squeezed Boimler’s duranium-hard cock, and then the young man was also screaming and shooting his load straight down into her.

The near-simultaneity of all these orgasms soon had everyone switching partners. Boimler, still hard and already getting horny again, left Tendi in a goofily chuckling heap on the floor and approached hot new Security officer Ellen McMasters. The blonde woman’s face and the tops of her full breasts were flushed with arousal.

“Hmm,” she said, looking down at Boimler’s erection, “looks like you’re still ready for action.” She lifted her gaze to his face and asked, “Synthetic triglobulin?”

“Yeahhhhh,” Boimler confessed.

“There’s no shame in taking a little risk for a friend’s sake,” McMasters replied. “I’m sure T’lyn is honored. Oh, and just so you know, I saw you watching me down in Engineering the other day.”

Not knowing whether he should be glad or concerned, Boimler replied, “Oh, you did?”

“Yes,” the blonde woman said. “I particularly noticed you looking at my tits. And after seeing how hard you plowed T’lyn, I wanted to give you a closer look.”

She moved forward until her substantial breasts were touching his pale chest, then went on, “How about you let me ride you so you can watch them bounce?”

Now too horny to overthink the situation, Boimler got down on the floor, lay down on his back, and said, “Mount up, cowgirl.”

T’lyn thanked Rutherford and Kornak for the double fuck, then immediately searched for one or more new partners. She spotted Sa’dok, who had just fucked Captain Freeman to orgasm, and beckoned him over.

In the back of her mind, T’lyn wondered if Sa’dok might say something snide about her pon farr ceremony. But the thought was illogical; this version of Sa’dok would have no memory of the previous timeline and, therefore, his previous attitude about pon farr. So his response to her summons made sense in context.

“I am honored to be selected, Lieutenant,” the man said. “How may I service you?”

“I would like us to take the caudal position,” T’lyn replied.

“Ah,” said Sa’dok, “what the humans call ‘reverse cowgirl.’ Very well.”

Sa’dok lay down on his back, his head pointing toward the front of the room. T’lyn knew he was being considerate; this position would allow T’lyn a full view of the rest of the orgy as she fucked Sa’dok. She mounted him eagerly.

Meanwhile, Mariner saw Kornak looking for a new partner in the crowd. She grabbed hold of him.

“Hey there, Korny,” she said. “How ‘bout a little face-down, ass-up fucking? I’ll let you pick the hole, and you can be as loud as you want.”

The Klingon smiled toothily. “That sounds excellent, Lieutenant.” 

Mariner grinned and got down on all fours. She looked up and back at Kornak as she lowered her head to the carpet, eagerly offering him her holes and, as the big man came down to his knees behind her, wondering which one he would pick. Then she cried out “OH!” as he seized her ass and shoved his big dick into her pussy.

Rutherford saw that the cute Judy Chiu was looking for a partner. In the current version of the timeline, which seemed to be solidifying ever more in Rutherford’s mind, he had only had one chance to talk to her since she’d joined the crew, but he’d quickly taken a liking to her. So now, as she wiped her face with a hot towel from the replicator, he approached and ordered a towel, too.

“Hey, Rutherford,” Chiu said. “You wanna get clean and then get dirty?”

“You bet!” the slender young man replied. “How about we help each other with the cleaning part? That’ll make it more fun.”

“Definitely,” Chiu agreed.

As they sensually wiped each other down, Rutherford took in the details of Chiu’s body. Her build was much like Tendi and Mariner’s: youthful, trim, small-breasted, and well-toned. Her shiny black hair was in a pixie cut, and when she turned around so Rutherford could do her back, he saw that she had a cute little butt—with a small tattoo of a dog’s paw print on one cheek.

“Cute tat,” Rutherford said.

“I got that for today,” Chiu replied; with. “Just to let guys know what my favorite position is.”

Rutherford grinned at her. “Ah, so you like it ‘ruff.’” 

Chiu giggled, then she and Rutherford kissed. Rutherford gently fingered Chiu’s black-tufted pussy while Chiu stroked Rutherford’s member back to full erection. She took a few steps away from the replicator before getting down on all fours on the floor and looking back at Rutherford with a horny smile.

“Ready to mount me, horndog?” she asked teasingly.

“Awoooo!” Rutherford howled, and fell to his knees behind her.

Tendi approached Chief Science Officer Greenleaf. Fraternization between supervisors and their subordinates was one of the few types of sexual activity disallowed by the Starfleet Code of Conduct, but the code made an exception for ceremonial events such as this one.

“Hi,” Tendi said to the nude, tangerine-skinned man, who was wiping himself down after what apparently had been a rather sweaty fuck with Dr. T’ana. “You wanna go a round?”

The well-built Greenleaf brushed a lock of his ivory hair out of his eyes and replied, “Certainly.”

Tendi wiped herself off, too, less because she needed cleaning and more because she was dithering. For over a week now, she had wanted to talk to Greenleaf about how he was always sending her outside the ship to gather exotic particles, seemingly to get her out of the way, but she had never been able to get him alone. Now that she had, she wasn’t sure if it was really appropriate to raise that topic during T’lyn’s ceremony. But before Tendi could make up her mind either way, Greenleaf spoke.

“I was going to wait until your next shift to tell you this,” the handsome Dulainian said, “but Starfleet is about to launch its Exotic Particle Survey Study. Every ship in the fleet will be contributing data and participating in the analysis, and I’d like you to be the Cerritos’ representative.”

Tendi’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Really. I had a feeling you’d have an aptitude for it, which is why I’ve been sending you out so much for particle collection. You’ve shown yourself to be meticulous and thoughtful. Plus, people like you, which never hurts in a big collaborative project like this.”

“Wow!” She glanced down at Greenleaf’s half-hard cock and said, “Now I really wanna suck your dick.”

Greenleaf sighed. “Sorry, I should have waited until tomorrow. I don’t want us to make this about work. How about we sixty-nine?”

“That sounds perfect,” Tendi replied.

Around the room, the other guests continued pleasuring one another. Dr. T’ana was eating out Bella and commented that Dulainians were almost as tasty as Betazoids. Captain Freeman was moaning and grunting as the virile Jet Manhaver took her from behind. Mershell and Barnes were fucking sitting up while Forest and Jen Sh’reyan did the same thing right next to them. Chief Engineer Fern was again getting fucked in the ass—this time on her back, with her legs pulled up so that her ankles flanked her head and with Featherdown on top of her.

Boimler held McMasters’ hips and panted as he helped her move up and down on top of him with increasing speed. The bouncing of her pageboy-cut blonde hair and her full, pink-nippled tits was truly a sight to behold, and Boimler was doing his best to stay in control and not just start thrusting up into McMasters’ blonde pussy like a madman having some kind of hip-seizure.

T’lyn had her eyes closed, her mind focused solely on the pleasure she was deriving from Sa’dok’s hard cock inside her. Although T’lyn generally preferred sex with warm-blooded species, sex with a fellow Vulcan was often best for erotic meditation—a discipline T’lyn’s people had developed after making first contact with the Dulainians.

Mariner, down on all fours with her head on the floor, was moaning, panting, and gasping as Kornak plowed her from behind, his strong hands gripping her ass. The big Klingon was even noisier than Mariner, growling and grunting savagely, which to Mariner’s surprise was turning her on like crazy.

Rutherford, too, was having a fine time. He was holding Chiu’s perfect ass as he plowed her doggystyle, and the young female officer made horny little barks and whimpers as she fucked her bubble butt back against Rutherford’s hips. Rutherford didn’t consider himself an animal fetishist, but at the very least, he was having fun.

“Ooooh, you’re such a dog,” Chiu moaned. “And I’m such a bitch…”

Rutherford again howled “AaaOOOOO!” and fucked her harder.

Tendi hummed around the hard cock in her mouth as she moved her lips up and down it, making sure they crossed over Greenleaf’s glans each time. This took all the concentration Tendi could muster, because Greenleaf’s pussy-eating skills were next-level. The things his tongue was doing to her vulva were arousing as anything, and they soon had her bobbing her head more vigorously on his cock.

Boimler was panting with effort but didn’t for a moment stop looking up at McMasters. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed heavily through her parted lips as she rode Boimler’s cock at full gallop. The purple-haired lieutenant JG gripped the blonde woman’s hips tightly, helping her bounce madly on top of him. Boimler wasn’t sure which was turning him on most: the look of utter lust and arousal on McMasters’ face, the bouncing of her breasts, the sexy grunts of effort she was making, or the increasingly strong grip of her pussy around his cockshaft.

It was definitely that last thing, Boimler decided. Because the erotic friction between his diamond-hard cock and McMasters’ steely pussy-grip was pushing him right to the brink of orgasm.

“I’m…gonna…” he gasped. “I’m…gonna…” 

Bouncing hard on his cock, McMasters grunted, “Oh! Fuck! Yeah! You! ARE!” Then Boimler shouted, “GAAAAAAH!” and came, and McMasters screamed her ecstasy along with him.

T’lyn was now so focused that she couldn’t hear her crewmates’ loud cries of bliss. Her mind was aware only of the cock inside her and of the sensations it was causing, particularly in her erogenous ring—what Rutherford had called her “V-spot.”

Her breathing had been controlled before, but now she let it speed up as she rode that cock faster and faster. She was dimly aware of Sa’dok’s hands on her hips, helping her move, but she only heard him when he grunted loudly as he came inside her. T’lyn loosed an “AH!” as her own climax struck.

“AwjesusfuckKornak!” Mariner hollered as her Klingon lover pounded her pussy from behind. “I’m gonnacumI’mgonnacumI’mgonnaFUUUUUUUCK!”

“KA’PLAH!” Kornak shouted triumphantly as he blasted his load into Mariner’s depths.

Rutherford was plowing Chiu hard, his eyes screwed shut and his hands gripping the young woman’s ass. Chiu had stopped with the barking and now panted and whimpered as she fucked her ass back against Rutherford’s hips.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me…fuck this bitch…fuck her hard…”

Rutherford was close to cumming. With the last ergs of his strength, he fucked her as hard as he possibly could, and then he shouted “AAAAAAAAH!” as he came. Chiu howled long and loud as she climaxed with him.

Tendi couldn’t see any of this action, as she was energetically bobbing her head on Greenleaf’s hard cock keeping the same rhythm in which Greenleaf was tongue-fucking Tendi’s pussy. Despite the vigor of his movements, the man was hitting every hot spot within the first several centimeters of Tendi’s fuck-tunnel, and Tendi was panting through her nose while she moaned around the cock in her mouth.

The tip of Greenleaf’s tongue touched her most sensitive spot inside, and suddenly Tendi screamed “MMMMMPPHH!” as orgasm hit her as unexpectedly and forcefully as an angry Gorn emerging from a flower shop. Almost reflexively, Tendi drove her head down and swallowed Greenleaf’s cock, which triggered the Dulainian’s orgasm as instantly as the man had triggered Tendi’s. Even as she came, Tendi greedily swallowed Greenleaf’s cum.

Soon after that, the orgy began to wind down as one participant after another cleaned themselves up and headed back to their quarters to get dressed for the banquet that would be the capstone event of T’lyn’s ceremony.

Boimler, who was about to start washing up, looked down at his cock and saw that it was still hard and, now, as purple as his hair. His eyes widened with concern.

“Welp,” he said to Rutherford and Mariner, who were also cleaning up, “my erection has officially lasted more than two hours, so I’m going to seek medical attention.”

Dr. T’ana came up behind Boimler and put an arm around his waist, saying, “C’mon, cowboy, let’s go down to sickbay, and I’ll deflate that puppy for you.” She gave his hard cock a wicked smile and added, “Eventually.”

***

Lieutenant Steve Levy headed down the corridor toward his quarters. He didn’t know T’lyn very well and hadn’t been invited to her ceremony, but that was okay with him. He was busy looking around the ship to make sure that no traces of his old timeline had persisted.

No traces besides himself, anyway. Levy remembered everything from his original timeline, and he knew he always would, for reasons that had nothing to do with chronotons. If his past had been altered like everyone else’s—that is, if he had always been a native of the current timeline—then he never would have taken the actions that had created this timeline in the first place. The universe hated a paradox, so it had preserved Levy’s past in the old timeline while maintaining his existence in the new one.

The door to his quarters opened automatically as he approached, then closed behind him. Per his usual practice, Levy glanced around for intruders—and, for the first time ever, he saw some. A pair of Dulainian women in crop-topped Starfleet uniforms stood up from his quarters’ small sofa as he entered. Levy tried to step back out the door, but it did not open.

“Lieutenant Levy,” said one of the women, a voluptuous sort who filled out her uniform top and shorts quite nicely. “We are from the Department of Temporal Investigations.”

“Oh, come on!” Levy blurted. “There’s a DTI in this timeline, too? What, are you here to arrest me? Wipe my memory? Erase me from existence?”

“Actually,” replied the other agent, a sylph-like woman with long hair, “we’re here to thank you for your heroism in preserving this timeline.”

“I’m afraid we can’t give you an official commendation,” the first agent said. “So I hope our sincere thanks and a night with the two of us will suffice.”

His mind blown and his dick hardening, Levy replied, “Okay.”

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Author notes:

- Like the titles of many Lower Decks episodes, this story’s title is a play on an episode title from Star Trek: The Next Generation: “Time’s Arrow” (you know, that two-parter where Data meets Mark Twain). Likewise, the title of chapter 2, “Crew Who?”, is a play on the ST:TNG episode title “Q Who?”

- The idea for this story came in part from Toonguy, who suggested “a Lower Decks story with Boimler ending up in a surprise threesome with Mariner and Tendi when Mariner is trying to teach Tendi about sex.” I liked that idea enough that I decided to put it in chapter 1 instead of holding it for the end.

- This story was meant to be many things: a comedy, a mystery, and of course a total raunch-fest. But it also addresses a Star Trek trope that bugs me: It seems like every time we see an alternate timeline, it’s one in which humanity has turned out worse. Sometimes human beings have become self-interested jerks who can’t see past their own noses, as in the alternate timeline in the Strange New Worlds episode “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow”; other times, humans are complete monsters, as in the Mirror Universe and the second season of Picard. While these dystopian alternate timelines make it clear why Starfleet needs a branch dedicated to preserving the canonical timeline, they also seem to undercut the central premise of Star Trek: that humanity will rise above its baser instincts and become a force for good. So I decided to set this story in a timeline in which the Federation is even more of a utopia than in the canonical timeline. Which raises the ethical and moral question of whether restoring the canonical timeline is the right thing to do when the alternative is better.

- Once I had the idea to set this story in a version of the Federation that is even more utopian (and sex-positive) than the canonical one, I quickly thought of the Dulainians—the “wellness-based” culture from the Lower Decks episode “The Least Dangerous Game.” I figured that if the Dulainians had discovered warp technology before humans did, Dulaine could have become the homeworld of the Federation instead of Earth.

- I assumed that in a Federation founded by the Dulainians, a decent portion of the Cerritos’ crew would be Dulainian, much as its crew is heavily human in canon. This is why some of the canonical members of the senior staff, like Lt Cmdr Billups and Lt Shaxs, have been replaced with Dulainians. (The canonical characters probably still exist in this alternate timeline; they are just doing something else.)

- I had a lot of freedom to be creative regarding the sexual biology of Vulcans, Orions, Trill, and Andorians, because there is very little information about that in canon. For Orions, I used much of the same anatomy I gave Tendi in my previous Lower Decks story, “O.GL.E.R.,” even though this story is not necessarily canon with that one. (I say “not necessarily” because the events of that story could have happened in the original timeline, before Levy altered the course of history.) I came up with the idea that Vulcans experience muscle relaxation during intercourse so that T’lyn would be able to have sex with the non-Vulcan characters without accidentally tearing their heads off, particularly during her pon farr sex scene with Boimler.

- Triglobulin, the aphrodisiac that Boimler takes before T’lyn’s pon farr celebration, was mentioned by Dr. Phlox on Enterprise. Boimler takes a synthetic version because the organic one comes from a sentient species.

- In the timeline of this story, Dulainian culture has had a substantial effect on Federation culture as a whole—just as Earth culture has in the canonical timeline. This is why the Vulcan attitude toward the pon farr is considerably mellower in this timeline than it is in canon. This cultural influence works both ways: Having begun to explore space much earlier in this timeline, the Dulainians are more tolerant of other cultures than they are in canon and are therefore not inclined to, say, drop someone into a volcano for failing to expose their navel while inside a Dulainian temple.

- The mention of abduction by subspace aliens in chapter 1 is a reference to the ST:TNG season 6 episode “Schisms,” in which members of the crew are taken in their sleep to be experimented on. (I freaking loved that episode.) These events are such an obvious reference to real-world alien abduction stories that I figured a conspiracy theorist like Levy would surely have an opinion on them.

- In chapter 2, Mariner says, “Cry me the River Temarc.” The Temarc is a river from Tamarian folklore that is referenced by the alien captain in the ST:TNG episode “Darmok” (another of my favorite episodes of that series).

- I couldn’t allow myself to write a multi-chapter Star Trek sex fic without introducing at least one futuristic sex toy. I had already used the idea of a “smart vibrator” in my original sci-fi story “Rewire,” so I tried to think of any tech specific to the Star Trek universe that could be adapted as a sex toy. The holographic dildo was the result.

- T’lyn’s statement to Sa’dok that “I see no logic in encouraging Vulcans to be ashamed of a critical biological function” was inspired by a similar comment the Doctor makes to Tuvok in the “Blood Fever” episode of Star Trek: Voyager.

- The idea that Rutherford has to periodically clear the cache in his cybernetic eye came from the character Lieutenant Commander Airiam on Star Trek: Discovery. Airiam is a cyborg whose partially cybernetic brain records everything she perceives, so every day she has to sort through the recordings and delete the useless information to keep it from filling her memory completely.

- Because the Dulainians’ appearances in canon are so far confined to one episode of Lower Decks, there’s a lot we don’t know about them, including their naming conventions. The only two Dulainians mentioned by name in that episode are Timber (who presides over the near-execution of Rutherford and Lt. Billups) and Mendrick (the psychic baby who rules the planet along with an AI and the sentient volcano). I inferred from this that some Dulainians have nature-themed names (like Greenleaf and River) while others have other kinds of names (like Mershell and Bella).

- In chapter 4, Tendi talks about the bootstrap paradox and mentions that the crew of the NCC-1701 Enterprise got away with causing one. This is a reference to the events of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, in which the ST:TOS crew travels to 20th-century Earth. To complete their mission, they require some transparent aluminum, which hasn’t yet been invented. So Scotty gives the formula for transparent aluminum to the head of a plexiglass manufacturing company in exchange for their making several sheets of it. Scotty’s excuse for this violation of the timeline is, “Maybe he invented the stuff.”

- In chapter 5, Tendi mentions that the Orion term for doggystyle is “the blazzard double-hop.” Blazzards are bat-like creatures native to the planet Orion.

- There are aspects of this alternate timeline that I didn’t include in the story because they weren’t relevant to the plot. But if you’re wondering why a Federation based on Dulaine still has California-class starships, it’s because these ships were introduced after Earth joined the Federation. The Federation Council felt that California’s landscape, climate, and culture were much like those of Dulaine’s central province, where Starfleet Headquarters is located.