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"Episode #%&: Transferred"

By Polaris Fox

"Captain's personal log. It's nearing the end of the year, and efficiency ratings are going to be in soon... I was hoping I had more time. I'm worried. There are a few loose threads that may jeopardize our rating... Ensign Bradley being one of them. Ever since he first joined our crew..."

Lavender sat in her ready room, one balm covering her face, and the other impatiently tapping away at her desk-- across from her sat that smug little rabbit, Ensign Bradley; Cream colored fur, dark brown hair, and an arrogant, smug look. He was looking at her chest again, not even trying to hide it-- not that he ever did-- and seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact she had called him in for a reprimand--

Again.

"Ensign."

"Yes, dear?"

"Captain, actually." She sneered dryly. "This is your third time in my office this month. Irresponsible behavior, being late to your duty shifts..." She listed off, watching as his smirk only grew at every detail she mentioned. "Fraternizing with crew members during your shift."

"Mmhmm."

"My eyes are up here, Ensign." She snapped, pounding a fist on the table-- it certainly startled the small male, that was the good thing about being twice his size-- and glaring him down. "You staring at my chest is not helping your case."

"I have a little something that could help your case."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, Captain, I wouldn't mind being your number one."

Lavender scoffed, running a hand through her hair and staring at the rabbit in disbelief-- it was honestly absurd-- "You have got to be kidding me. Is anything getting through that thick skull of yours?" And when he only smiled at her even wider, she sighed and shook her head. Clearly, traditional means of punishment wouldn't work, and she'd already tried a formal reprimand.

She was running out of ideas.

"You're relieved of duty, Ensign. Go to your quarters."

"Only if you come with me, sweet cheeks."

"Now!" She yelled, slamming her hand down onto the desk-- he seemed to get the picture, scooting back a little in his chair before quietly leaving the room.

"I have got to do something about him." She grumbled.

Back on the bridge, things were going a little smoother, although her temper towards the unruly crewman certainly hadn't simmered down-- his arrogance and smugness, but most especially his comments toward her body, threw her into a rage that even a Cardassian had never managed to do-- and much of the senior staff seemed to share her attitude.

"There has got to be some way to deal with him, Commander. That arrogant little... ensign... has got to learn respect." She vented, tapping her fingers against the arm of her chair, and resting her chin in her other hand with a huff. "I've tired everything short of demoting him."

"Perhaps you should consider a transfer." Commander Arista suggested. He'd been listening to her rant about the ensign for the past twenty minutes, and he was clearly growing tired of the conversation. "Why not transfer him to the Cairo? I hear Captain Jellico doesn't take kindly to the arrogant type."

"Maybe, Commander, maybe." It certainly might straighten the young man out. "Well, anyways Commander, you have the bridge."

"Aye, Captain."

She stood from her chair and crossed to the turbolift, waiting for it to rise before she stepped inside. "Deck eight, captain's quarters." The lift began to descend in response, and she rested against the wall with a weary sigh--

What was she going to do? While transferring him was an easy solution, she was hesitant to send him off to anyone, even someone like Jellico-- though a few weeks with him would straighten any unruly crewman out-- it just felt a little too easy.

The turbolift came to a halt, and she got half ready to get off, when she noticed that she hadn't stopped on deck eight, but rather on deck three. The doors opened, revealing a sight she would've rather not seen.

There was Ensign Bradley, face pressed up against Lieutenant Sarah Bowman, hands cruising along her entire body and copping a feel for every bit of her. She was moaning in response, grinding against his wandering hands-- she stared in horror, or rather disgust, her eyes nearly popping out her skull as she glared at the two crewman.

"Aha, sorry baby, looks like my lift is here." The rabbit coolly said, making the woman blush

"Maybe I'll come with you and-"

"Ahem." Lavender interrupted, and both parties turned to stare at her-- Lieutenant Bowman responded in sheer fear and horror, her face growing red as a tomato, while Ensign Bradly just smiled.

"C-Cap... Captain!" She spluttered out, and Lavender just gave her a stern glare.

"Later."

"Yes, Captain..." She stammered, turning away from the lift and rushing off. Meanwhile, Ensign Bradley just stepped into the turbolift beside her.

"Well hey, baby. Want some of what she had?"

"I thought I ordered you to your room, Ensign?" She growled, and he just laughed in response.

"Like I said, babe." He paused, smacking his hand onto her ass and squeezing the soft flesh. "Only if you and this lovely ass of yours join me."

Lavender, meanwhile, was fuming, angry beyond words at the audacity of the man as he continued to feel her up. Why, she felt like she ought to--

And then an idea struck her. A brilliant idea: One that would solve her every problem and get rid of the unruly ensign that was currently violating her. And given her past experiences, it would certainly work-- and so a small smile spread across her face, one that the ensign caught.

"Oh, you like this baby?" He cooed.

"Ensign, why don't you come to my quarters tonight? Twenty-two hundred hours." She suggested-- albeit, with disgust-- and watched as his smile grew even wider as the turbolift doors opened again on deck eight. "And make sure no one knows you're coming. It will be our little secret."

"I... Uhm... Yes, Captain!" In an instant, the young rabbit transformed into a blubbering mess as she left him in the turbolift, not before-- reluctantly-- brushing her tail lovingly across his face.

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It was almost twenty-two hundred hours, and Lavender was beginning to feel a little anxious-- she'd swapped out of her uniform in favor of a very erotic lingerie that barely covered her, and she'd even set the lights to a sensual, dull red. Hell, she'd even taken a shore leave of several days with the order to not be bothered-- all in preparation for tonight.

And she was still feeling anxious.

After all, she'd not done this sort of thing in years, not since she had joined Starfleet, and especially not since she had been promoted to captain. But to deal with Ensign Bradley was going to take drastic measures.

And she was willing to take drastic measures.

There was a chime at the door-- it was him-- and she quickly stepped into the bathroom and out of view. "Enter." There was a swish, and the sound of footsteps before the door closed behind him. Quietly, she whispered. "Computer, seal door. Code Alpha-Seven-Three-Tango-Zero, Lock."

"I'm here, babe, where are you?" He called out-- definitely him-- and she took a deep breath. No turning back now.

"I'm here." Lavender purred, leaning against the doorway, one hand held along the length of the frame while the other seductively pulled at the hem of the fabric along her thigh. "Glad you could make it, big boy--"

--It hurt to say that.

"Oh, I'd never keep you waiting."

"And you made sure no one followed?"

"Of course." He smugly replied, "As far as anyone knows, I'm in my quarters."

"Good."

She smiled wider, showing off to him her fangs-- not that he would actually notice them, he was too busy staring at her body to notice the hungry look that she sent him, to busy with his hormones-- and sauntered over to him, making sure to swing her hips with every step and swish her long tail back and forth. Guys liked that sort of thing.

"So, are you ready?"

"Oh yeah, baby."

"Good... Then close your eyes. I have a gift for you." She purred.

"As you wish." He closed his eyes obediently-- typical that he could follow orders when sex was involved-- hiding from him the hungry look she sent him as she licked her chops.

It was time.

Carefully, she leaned down and began to undue his pants, tucking at the lose fabric and catching a feel for his-- very-- hard erecting: it sprung up as she pulled the fabric out of the way, finally revealing his absolutely massive cock. Or at least it would be massive if not for the fact that he was half her size. While clocking in at a nice seven inches, it was, to say the least, small compared to her.

She stifled a small laugh-- he was too caught up in his desires to notice.

Next, she pulled the shift over his head, resisting the urge to just use her claws and tear it open-- the last thing she wanted was to prematurely reveal her plans and scare him. That would certainly make things harder-- instead she gently pulled it over his head, the rabbit-- surprisingly-- lifting his arms and helping to pull out of his shirt.

So, there he stood, butt naked and exposed to his Captain, proud as he could ever be and unaware of just how amusing she found it.

And, of course, there she stood: towering over him and just about ready to give into her desires, maw hanging open in a wide smile and her eyes narrowed on her prey, hands clasped on his arms and holding them to his side-- still gentle, still giving him a faux sense of security.

"Open your eyes, Ensign." She whispered, gently, urgently, as his eyes slowly opened to reveal the gaping hole just above his head. "Open your eyes, Prey."

"Wha-" He began--

But he was cut off as his head was shoved into her mouth, saliva coating his face, ears and neck and shard teeth poking his skin-- for a moment he didn't struggle, but then it finally dawned on him what was happening.

"Aughhhh!" He yelled, thankfully muffled by his face being pressed against her tongue-- not that it would've mattered, she had made sure that her walls were sound proof-- and his entire body thrashed below her as he desperately tried to escape.

A pitiful attempt.

His strength paled immensely compared to hers, and his small stature was no match for her she picked him up with ease, using his arms as leverage to shove him deeper inside-- he was still screaming, still struggling as he was shoved deeper into her waiting maw-- his head already entering her throat, and she could feel his ears tickling her deeper inside.

"No, no no!" He screamed, still muffled by the skin around him, but it was ultimately futile. Swallow after swallow, the rabbit fell deeper into her-- her tongue licked across the fur at his chest, then his belly-- she didn't bother to tease him, she didn't want to give him any pleasure, instead just swallowing him deeper and deeper until she reached his legs: Then she tilted her head back, and let gravity do the rest.

Within moments, he was gone, just a medium sized bulge in her stomach, still thrashing around, still struggling, still thinking he had a chance.

"Buuurrrrrrrrpppppp!" She sat down on the bed and rubbed her stomach. "Ah, a perfect meal." She giggled, slapping the bulge roughly-- all that faux gentleness was gone, replaced by the cruelty of a predator who had caught their prey. "I have to say, Ensign, you were certainly naïve to fall for that one."

"Let me out!" He cried, his voice meek and scared.

"Hmmm... let me think..." She belched again, sending out a rush of air. "Haha, no."

"Please, Captain!" He cried, "I'll change! I'll be better!"

Lavender chortled and slapped her engorged belly again. "Oh, you certainly will!," She mocked, "And I, for one, cannot wait to see what you change into."

"Please!"

Lavender just chuckled and laid back against the bed, one hand gently rubbing her belly as the other propped head up against the pillow-- it was wonderful, the feeling of her prey struggling madly within, futilely. It was a wonder she had ever given it up in the first place.

"So, I've been thinking how I'll explain you away." She giggled. "What are your thoughts on... "Killed in a Cardassian attack?"" She asked. "Or, what about... "Took a vacation, but his shuttlecraft disappeared?"

"I don't like either of those, let me out! Please!" He begged-- it was almost enough to bring a tear to her eye.

"Oh, I know. How about... "A temporal rift opens in your quarters, and you get sucked inside?"" She chuckled. "Less work than the other two options. I think I'll go with that one."

"Please..." He sniffed, "Please, I don't want to die."

"Oh, please... Just think of it this way. You'll be part of something better; me!" She laughed and slapped her stomach, earning a yelp from the rabbit. "Besides, I thought you liked my ass... don't you want to be a part of it?"

"No!"

"I think you do~" She sang out, and heard another cry.

"No! Please! It's starting to burn!" He begged further. "Captain! Please!"

"Ahhh...." Sighing-- and ignoring-- she sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'm thinking a bath. How about you?" She asked, but caught herself with a laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're already taking one!"

"I don't want to die..." He repeated, quietly.

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Hours later Lavender woke up, still in the bathtub, but by now the water was beginning to run cold and the bubbles had all but disappeared-- and her stomach? Still large, but with a lot less struggling. None, in fact.

"Mmmmm... that was a good nap." She sighed, "Did you sleep well, Ensign?" But there was no response, and she prodded at the mass. "Already give up? That was fast." Again, there was no response, and the sharper edges of the rabbit seemed to have softened up immensely.

He was still there, but something gave her the impression that around anymore.

"Well, guess I'd better get working on that temporal rift. He isn't going to disappear himself." She laughed. "Or, I guess with how easy it was, maybe he did after all?"

Either way, it was going to be a great next few days.

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Before she knew it, it was morning again, and her alarm to wake up was going off-- in the rush to prepare everything, she'd forgotten to turn it off-- and she vaguely remembered a dream she had had where she had eaten her troublesome ensign.

She laughed--as if-- and threw off the covers to begin getting ready for the day.

But something was off, her stomach was much larger than normal, almost as if she had eaten a bowling ball. Now, it was not the size of a person, but it was certainly enough to make her realize that last night had not been a dream-- she really had disposed of her problem.

Well, almost.

Sitting up, she laughed in content surprise. "So, I really did go through with it!" Pleased, she patted her stomach, which by now had churned most of the rabbit up in a thick soup and pumped him through her waiting body-- she couldn't even feel anything solid that was left of him, only the soupy mixture being pumped out of her stomach and into her intestines. "Well, Ensign, I guess your commission has been terminated, hasn't it?"

Patting her stomach again, she let out a soft belch.

"Let's go see what you've done."

Sauntering over to the mirror, she eyed herself in the reflection-- her ass was certainly bigger, as were her breasts. A little of him had even been added to her thighs-- she was even more beautiful than before, save for the little bit of pudge left on her stomach.

But it would all disappear in time.

And speaking of time, it seemed it was time to let her little wayward ensign out.

Crossing to the toilet, Lavender sat down on her porcelain throne-- She could feel the pressure in her bowels building up, her little prey practically still begging to be let out-- Lavender only grunts as the remains of her prey slowly began to slide out of her anus.

Breathing heavily, she could feel him slowly, but ever so surely, slipping out-- nothing solid left, of course, just a long coil of waste made up what was left of him-- and Lavender paused to catch her breath. It was a little harder than normal, though usually she didn't eat forty pounds of meat at once-- And finally, after ten minutes, he finally came out-- every part of the rabbit, or at least what parts hadn't been filtered through her body, now sat in the toilet-- where no one would ever find him.

Casually, she stood up and smiled down at the-- incredibly potent smelling-- remains of her little problem. Tufts of his cream colored fur stuck out here and there, but it was mostly just a pile of brown fecal matter-- it was honestly kind of arousing to think that she had turned a living creature into this with so little effort on her part.

But enough was enough, she would take care of her arousal later. For now, she had to say her final goodbyes to Ensign Bradley.

"Well, Ensign, or I guess I should call you ass-fat now... thank you for serving yourself to me on a silver platter. If only I could relish in your pain again." And with that, she flushed his remains down the toilet, where they would eventually be broken down and recycled, just like all waste eventually was.

Now, all she had left was to explain his disappearance. With a satisfied smirk and a slap to her ass, Lavender got to work.

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{A few days later}

"... and our investigation revealed that a temporal rift opened in the young ensign's quarters, swallowing him up and leaving no trace evidence. While we searched for days, we could not locate him, and we eventually declared him missing in action. My condolences to the Bradley family. End Report."

Lavender turned of the computer, leaning back in her chair with a content sigh-- everything had gone according to plan, and no one suspected a thing-- and, of course, her main problem was gone; replaced with a bit of extra fat on her ass and breasts.

Just how she liked it.

"Well, Ensign... I guess I did end up transferring you after all." She giggled. "But I guess "transferred to Captain's ass" wouldn't exactly look good on a report."

Happily, she returned to her post on the bridge, taking a seat in her chair-- but with a little extra padding, this time-- and leaned back in the seat. Her colleagues greeted her warmly, as they always did, unaware that the little ensign they had been searching for was right in front of them-- or at least part of him was.

"Where to now, Captain?" Commander Arista asked

"Set course for sector one-eighty-four and-" A load groan echoed from her stomach, interrupting her mid-sentence. Commander Arista gave her a small smile. "Oh, my apologies, Commander. Must have been something I ate." She placed a hand on her stomach, remembering the feel of her prey struggling to survive.

She would have to do this more often.

-End-