But maybe not the one you were expecting...
When a pair of well-meaning but chaotic time-travellers arrive on the USS. Enterprise from the future, Lieutenant Commander Una Chin-Riley is faced with a mistake from her past...
-o-o-o-
“Oh er, hi. Is something wrong?”
Lieutenant Commander Una Chin-Riley narrowed her eyes, as the newer of the two bizarre young time travellers currently touring the enterprise smiled innocently at her. Her friend, the tall, skinny, purple-haired oddity, was only just vanishing around the corner, having once again turned tail and practically sprinted away at the first sight of her.
It went against all her instincts, but Una couldn’t shake the feeling in her gut, she squared up against this ‘Ensign Mariner’, and scowled directly into her.
“Just wondering if everyone from the future looks at me like they know I’m doomed?”
Mariner looked relieved, not that it made Una feel any more relaxed.
“Oh! Okay so that is just Boimler.” She smiled with a dismissive wave, “He’s probably freaked out because you’re… Number One. I mean he has a poster of you up in his bunk.”
Una’s blood ran cold.
“A poster?” she asked quietly, “You mean like… a pin-up poster?”
Mariner frowned, “I mean, It’s a poster that is pinned up?”
“You know what, I don’t want to know.” Una said, pushing past Mariner before she could make the situation any worse. The time-travelling ensign opened her mouth to add something, but Una silenced her with a single raised hand.
“I don’t want to know!”
-o-o-o-
It took all of Una’s restraint not to sprint all the way to her cabin, but as soon as the door slid shut behind her she began to tear through the drawers of her desk, papers and pads and souvenirs scattering across the room.
At last she found what she was looking for, a simple key, and just as frantically she darted across the room to her bed. At the foot, a large metal chest sat with a trio of locks sealing it tight. She pushed a thumb to one whilst the key stabbed into another and turned.
“Illyria.”
With a click, the final lock triggered, and Una yanked the lid open.
Inside were her most treasured and private possessions, the things anyone taking the risk of serving on a starship couldn’t leave behind, but couldn’t bear to lose. If the Enterprise crashed into anything less than a sun, that chest would be safe and sound, ready to be rescued, as long as she made it out of the disaster.
Family heirlooms, ancient Illyrian artefacts, mementos of her childhood, and of her time at the academy, she pushed through them all to the very bottom, where the thing that had terrified her so much lay buried.
A simple folder, archaic by modern standards, but home to something she couldn’t ever risk digitising.
Una sat on the floor, hands trembling, and opened the folder.
FLASH
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Cadet Una Chin-Riley giggled, wiggling with excitement as she sat completely naked on a bar stool, one arm pressed over her soft breasts, the other hand between her thighs.
“You look so hot!” D’Anika Tornstal grinned, her green lips pulled into a sadistic smile as Una blushed and took another deep drink from a bottle of Romulan Ale.
Orions were an uncommon sight on Earth, especially on Starfleet Academy’s campus. For as welcoming and unprejudiced the federation claimed to be, it seemed having a people so notorious for piracy and slavery wandering around with so many impressionable young cadets was undesirable in their eyes.
Nevertheless, D’Anika had made herself quite comfortable in one of the quieter bars on the San Francisco campus, and found a gorgeous young cadet to make the effort of sneaking in worth her while.
Whilst her sisters were indeed pirates and slavers, using their charm and natural pheromones to kidnap and subjugate their victims, she had a much less violent career. After all, why go to all the effort of enslaving and trafficking living people, when you could make just as much making porn starring those you convinced to willingly participate?
FLASH
“Mmmm, look at that big human ass.”
Una grinned over her shoulder, palms underneath the crease of where her ass met her thighs, bouncing her cheeks up and down for D’Anika’s amusement.
Her ass really was world class, a perfect fat peach of toned creamy meat, smooth and flawless and tight enough to bounce a bottlecap off, which D’Anika did to a squeak of amusement from the wasted young cadet.
“You like my butt?” Una cooed, stroking her palms over herself before spreading her legs and beginning to twerk. Her ass clapped heavily as she shook her hips from side to side, soon joined by the clapping of hands as the rest of the party laughed and began to take up the rhythm with her.
Maybe a dozen or so very, very drunk Starfleet hopefuls were in similar state to poor Una, a night out after the latest run of exams leading to far too much real alcohol and a total helplessness to the libido-enhancing pheromones of their new Orion ‘friend.’
Una giggled as another girl, an Andorian, skipped over and began to bump her plump blue backside up against Una’s ass. The meaty thwacks of two tight young asses clashing was joined by whoops and cheers from the other cadets not too distracted by their drunken orgy.
“Say ‘Starfleet!’” D’Anika cooed, lifting her camera with a crooked grin.
FLASH
“Omigosh your boobies are soooo big.” Cadet Shyoran gasped with delight, as Una leaned against her, their breasts squishing tight together as they went chest-to-chest.
Una’s tits almost completely swallowed the Andorian’s not at all tiny blue breasts as they wiggled and rolled their chests together. Hot, pale breastmeat rolled and wobbled over cool pale-blue flesh as a pair of E-cup human udders put Andorian naturals to shame, a pair of diamond-hard nipples rubbing and tweaking against the deep-blue ice-poles of Shyoran’s own teats.
“Fuuuck, your nipples feel so good on my tits.” Una moaned, squeezing Shyoran’s hands as they laced fingers and titty-wrestled.
“Let’s oil those udders up, ladies!” D’Anika’s voice suggested, and almost immediately an excited squeak went up from a Betazoid girl who had been nuzzling against an impressively stoic Vulcan.
“Oooh! I volunteeeeer!” she beamed, wobbling over with a bottle of liquor in each hand and unceremoniously pouring both out over Una and Shyoran’s squishing tits.
Una giggled as the petite dark-eyed girl’s hands sunk into her and her Andorian friend’s breasts, kneading and stroking and squeezing shamelessly.
FLASH
“Blbbllblbl!” A very happy, horny little Betazoid bubbled as both Una and Shyoran motorboated her entire head with their boobs, shaking their chests and smothering her in wet, booze-soaked titmeat.
Una moaned, not just as her breasts were kissed and licked and sucked by the face pressed against them, but as the Betazoid girl’s hand worked eagerly at her and Shyoran’s sopping pussies.
FLASH
“Mlllah.” Una slobbered, pulling away from Shyoran’s mouth, her tongue still tangling with the thick blue muscle of her Andorian lover’s tongue, a wet bridge of spit still connecting them.
She gasped and let her tongue lol out of Shyoran’s reach, as the Betazoid girl nestled between her thighs coiled her own tongue inside her boiling cunt.
FLASH
“Ohhhh stars!” Una howled, legs shaking as she fought desperately to remain standing up. “That feels… so good!”
The Betazoid she had met a few moments earlier had eaten her fill of Illyrian pussy, and was now making herself acquainted with Una’s perfect virgin asshole, teasing her open and wriggling her tongue deep inside the moaning beauty. Her face was practically swallowed whole by Una’s bountiful buttcheeks, only a mop of curly black hair still visible as Una’s ass wobbled and wiggled around her hungry face.
Shyoran moaned jealously and licked her way across Una’s chest, her palms squishing into Una’s ass and bouncing her cheeks against the Betazoid’s head.
D’Anika laughter caught her ears over the moaning and clashing of flesh filling the room, and she threw a smoulderingly seductive look over her shoulder directly into the camera.
FLASH
“Fuuuck your pussy is burning me upppp!” Shyoran whimpered, her own chill slit mashed tight against Una’s greedy hole.
The sensation of a cold, wet pussy sliding and grinding against the unbearable sloppy heat of Una’s own cunt was as bizarre as it was intoxicating, and Una only thrusted her hips harder as she and Shyoran scissored on the floor.
FLASH
“This behaviour is… highly illogical.” Cadet T’san blushed, the dark green tint of her cheeks the only thing betraying the total heat swallowing her usual logical mind. “I was not expecting this experience tonight but it is… fascinating.”
“Mmmnn, fascinate my pussy with this fat fucking cawk!” Una drooled, gulping down the last mouthful of Saurian Brandy Shyoran was pouring down directly into her mouth.
She groaned, face wet with alcohol, and rolled her hips in a circle in the Vulcan woman’s lap, squeezing a fat, faintly-green tinged dick between her soft thighs.
She had never given a lap dance, but by how the stoic Vulcan gasped and gripped her waist as she gyrated on her, she must have been doing a good job.
Una moaned and happily accepted Shyoran’s tongue as the Andorian leaned down and caught her in a kiss, the taste of alien spit and booze mingling perfectly in her mouth.
FLASH
“Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!”
Una grinned drunkenly at the centre of the party, the centre of attention, and did exactly what her new best friends said.
The plapping of her perfect ass against T’san’s thick Vulcan cock was once again joined by the clapping of cheering cadets, and the smacking of palms on her blushing butt with every bounce. The Betazoid girl knelt and tongued Una’s asscheek lovingly as it rose and fell rhythmically in her face groaned and spanked her with every fresh impact, whilst Shyoran messily made out with the helpless Vulcan woman enduring Una’s furious riding.
FLASH
“Nng, Cadet Chin-Riley… my ejaculation is imminent!” T’san groaned, barely clinging on to her Vulcan stoicism as Una’s tongue coiled around the plump green head of her cock.
The fact that a certain Betazoid was sloppily rimming her Vulcan asshole, and Shyoran’s cool, wet mouth was bathing her heaving hairless balls wasn’t helping, and as D’Anika cackled, the poor Vulcan gushed a thick, pearly load over Una’s beaming, blushing face.
FLASH
“Oooh yeah, so sexy!” Shyoran giggled approvingly, her slender blue fingers stroking up and down T’san’s semi-hard length, clearly hoping the blushing pointy-eared woman would soon be ready for round two.
“Miss Federation 2233!” The Betazoid agreed. “Una you’re soooo glamourous!”
“I believe it would definitely encourage enlistment.” T’san hummed, arching a brow. “Though I expect Starfleet Command might not approve.”
Una glowed both with the afterglow of so many orgasms, and with the shower of compliments, as she sat sultrily on a barstool and posed for D’Anika’s camera.
Her naked, sweaty, booze-washed body glistened in the warm light, accentuating every curve and crease of her perfect frame from her gigantic breasts to her bubbly butt and her smiling, seductive face.
A federation flag had been torn down from the bar’s wall, and now draped teasingly over her naked body, its rich blue fabric just barely covering her nipples, pooling in her lap to hide her cunt and then sweeping down to the floor leaving her long legs completely bare.
D’Anika grinned lecherously as Una postured, taking a few final pictures before straightening up and admiring her handiwork.
A dozen drunk, fuck-happy cadets snoozed and cuddled in a post-orgy glow around her, all meticulously documented by her camera. This set of hundreds of sordid photos would rake in the cash once D’Anika returned to independent space, and Una would be an underground star for sure, not that’s she’d remember half of what had happened.
It seemed a shame to let all that fun go unremembered though.
D’Anika chuckled and tapped a few settings on her camera, sashaying to where Una was preening drunkenly, and pulling her into a quick kiss.
“It’s a shame I’ve gotta run, but I’ll leave you some mementos to enjoy.”
“Aww, you’re going already?” Una whined, squeezing her hand.
“I’m kinda shocked campus security hasn’t come by with a noise complaint yet.” D’Anika grinned, lifting her camera over Una and clicking one last button. “But hey, if you ever want to shoot another series come find me. These pics are going to sell like crazy, you’ve got a lucrative future as a pin-up girl.”
Una giggled at the suggestion and squealed as D’Anika’s camera began to rain down prints of every sordid moment of the night on her like a money shower.
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“Shit.” Una groaned, looking down at her secret shame, her younger self sluttily draped in a flag with Vulcan semen still glistening on her skin.
There was only one possible picture of her that could be considered a pin-up, and she was looking at it.
If that picture was going to be her legacy, if this whorish display was what the future would remember her for...
Una swallowed and set the folder of her self-starring porn collection on the floor.
History be damned, the future be damned, she was not going to let one drunken evening define her legacy after all she’d done and everything she’d overcome.
Una raised her phaser, and vaporised the folder with a beam of scarlet.
-o-o-o-
“Is there a problem, Ensign?” Una sighed, as Mariner came up to the other side of her console, smiling hopefully. Even just a few short minutes from being rid of both temporally displaced nuisances, she supposed she should have expected another potentially career-ending snag to pop up.
“Listen, I may have given you the wrong impression about Boimler’s poster.”
Una’s jaw tightened so hard a tooth almost cracked.
“It’s for recruitment.”
What?
An image of her naked body, draped in a federation flag, waving in the breeze above a Starfleet recruitment centre flashed through her mind. Thousands of horny young men and women drawn to join the service by her shamefully lewd display.
“Yeah you’re the literal poster girl… slash woman, for Starfleet.” Mariner continued.
Oh gods.
She was an intergalactically renowned whore. Her legacy was wobbling her tits at a camera, shaking her ass on the lap of total strangers. She was a piece of meat used to lure impressionable young people into enlisting, hoping they too would get assigned alongside an officer who would flounce around their ships dressed in nothing more than her commanders stripes.
“Is this true?” she croaked, as Boimler approached, wondering how many hours he had spent in his bunk jerking off to her ‘recruitment poster’
“Um, yes sir.” He stammered. “It was a really big reason why I joined.”
Oh no.
“Ad Astra Per Aspera.”
Wait what?
Una felt like time had slowed, her knuckles white against the control panel.
“They… put that on the poster?” She asked in a tiny voice.
“And I put it in my bunk.” Boimler nodded.
Not a pin-up poster.
Not… the pin up poster.
A poster that was pinned up.
A poster, used for recruitment, that was pinned up by a dork who had taken her words, her legacy to heart. A legacy of hope, and curiosity, and aspirations, and definitely not a legacy of a shameful slut who had gotten much too drunk and much too excited around the wrong Orion with a camera.
Una swallowed, relief and humiliation in equal measure welling up inside her as she deflated.
“Your… flagrant disregard for temporal protocols by telling me this is deeply troubling.” She managed, with a small smile to the pair of little bastards who had almost given her multiple cardiac arrests in the span of less than a day.
“But thanks all the same.”