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“Captain,” I protested, “it isn’t standard procedure to go on an away mission. Especially to an uncharted planet such as this.”

I quirked my brow and tilted my head. I already knew the commanding officer’s answer before he said it.

“The planet’s uncharted. There don’t appear to be any particularly large predators in the landing zone. No dangerous microbes in the atmosphere.” He spread his hands to either side, grinning from ear to ear. “Captain’s prerogative!”

Humans rarely adhered to common logic. Even after serving for so long as the ship’s botanist, I never really got used to their flippant disregard of logic, order, and protocol. The experience left me surprised at the unexpectedness of their behavior. One might even go so far as to say I was frustrated with them. After serving for so long on a Vulcan science vessel, the environment of a Starfleet vessel was fascinating more times than not.

“Very well,” I said, straightening the dark grey fabric of my uniform beneath the thin blue line separating the blackness that made up most of the Odyssey-style uniform from the lighter gray color along the shoulders. Before I was satisfied with the straightness, the Captain was already walking toward the shuttle.

“Tell me again why we aren’t using the transporter,” a young redheaded human woman asked as followed after Captain Scott.

“Lieutenant Leslee, you should have been paying attention during the briefing,” I said, squaring my shoulders to follow my crewmates.

“I was distracted…” the younger officer said, fidgeting with the padd in her hand.

“The planet is in the middle of their monsoon season,” another human male said, this one wearing the gold stripe of a security officer. Lieutenant Commander Harvey. “The difference between the monsoons here and on Earth is here they experience pretty impressive ion storms. We might be able to beam down,” he said, stuffing a phaser into a holster at his waist. “It’s much more likely that the data stream would get scattered throughout the atmosphere.”

“Oh,” Lieutenant Leslee said, then disappeared into the shuttle.

“After you, Commander,” the tactical officer said with a wave of his hand.

I considered the fit human for a moment then gave a polite nod. “Thank you, Lieutenant Commander.”

As I took my seat beside Lieutenant Leslee, I noted the Captain was already at the helm. A moment later, Lieutenant Commander Harvey took his seat beside the captain.

“Scott to Harbinger,” the captain called over the com, “Shuttle craft is ready to depart.”

“Have fun down there,” the ship’s first officer responded.

Captain Scott smirked and activated the shuttle’s maneuvering thrusters. A moment later, we were gliding through space toward the turbulent atmosphere on the planet below.

A warning siren sounded from Harvey’s console. I quirked my brow at the three-tone beeping.

“The storm’s already pretty bad, captain. It’s moving faster than we thought,” the tactical officer said.

“I see it. There’s a break in the storm. Here.” Scott pointed to a portion of the screen between them I couldn’t see over the white fabric covering his shoulder.

“I don’t know sir,” Harvey said with a slow shake of his head.

“Hey, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s piloting.”

I quirked my brow and tilted my head to the side. “Are you implying you are not good at commanding a starship?”

Harvey laughed and nudged the captain with his shoulder. “She got you good!”

“I thought Vulcans didn’t have a sense of humor,” Leslee mused aloud.

I merely quirked my brow curiously. They had clearly mistaken my question for a joke.

Before I could open my mouth to assure them that I was very seriously inquiring, the shuttle lurched as it speared into the planet’s atmosphere. It bucked and bobbed and I gripped the arms of my chair to keep myself stable.

The ship lurched again and Jack shook his head. “You know, I think you’re right. We-…”

A bright purple flash filled the shuttle and it lunged to the side. The internal inertial dampeners must have been taken offline. I was pitched off balance and my head struck the wall, or a console on the wall pretty hard. My world went black and the chaos in the shuttle faded away to silence.

When I awoke, the wind was blowing outside of the broken forward wind screen. My head throbbed and I lifted a hand to my forehead. There was a small lump just beneath my hairline. Pulling my fingers away revealed a bit of thick green blood.

I hefted myself out of my seat and looked around the empty vessel. “Captain?” I called. There was no answer. “Lieutenant Leslee?”

I tapped the combadge on my breast and sighed inwardly. The telltale beep was distinctly absent. With a shake of my head that I instantly regretted, I tried the shuttle’s hatch. As with the communicator, there was no response from the technology.

The only logical course was clear. I looked at the forward wind screen and my eyes narrowed. Perhaps the crewmen and captain had crawled out as well. With some effort, I staggered to the hole in the transparent aluminum. After a moment to catch my breath and steady myself, I crawled up into the humid air beyond the shuttle. I peered up at the dark clouds broiling above and shook my head. There was no way the Harbinger was getting another shuttle through that.

After retrieving a small toolkit, I crawled back out into the open air and looked around for any sign of my crewmates. “Commander Harvey!” I called. Again, no response but the howl of the window through the jungle we appeared to have crashed in.

I seated myself beside the shuttle and leaned back against the hull. The logical course was to repair my communicator then attempt to contact the Captain. I pulled the combadge from my chest and pried the casing open. The inner workings were cold and the lights were as dead as the shuttle craft. As I reached into the tiny communicator’s innards with the tiny little probe, a stick snapped nearby.

I lifted my eyes and froze. An alien crouched at the edge of the trees, staring with wide eyes at me. His head was ridged with several small nubs on either side of his forehead. A set of ridges descended around the alien’s eyes and along his cheeks toward his jawline. Just above the jawline, the ridge curled around a small red gland on either side. The gland inflated and deflated several times.

More surprising than the alien’s appearance was the clothing he wore. His face was alien and his hair was long and messy, but his uniform was Captain Jack Scott’s.

“Dragna zenti linda?” the captain asked in a high, gravelly voice.

“Captain?” I asked. “Is that you?”

The alien in the captain’s clothing opened his mouth and gave an animalistic whine that drawled down into an inhuman churle.

“Hensi linda kra nezilandil.” The alien tilted his head and took a step forward cautiously.

“The universal translator is not functioning,” I said and looked at the communicator in my hand. I had to get the device working so I could understand if this was-…

The captain lunged forward and slapped the tool and the combadge from my hand. “Lenden jrina dilas per endila!”

“Wait!” I said, holding my hands up slowly. “Wait, I need that!” I tried to calm my voice by taking a deep breath. Slowly I lowered my hands and pointed at the discarded communicator. “I need that device to understand what you are saying.”

The captain’s strangely white eyes looked from me to the combadge and back. He stared up at me, his eyes somehow both empty and full of curiosity and an intelligence I could not understand. The colored irises were absent, but there were a few flecks of darkness around the pupils, speckled freckles of a sort.

I slowly reached for the combadge and the captain didn’t stop me.

I poked and prodded, digging fried circuits out of the way and creating new ones with the small probe. After several long moments, the lights blinked on and the badge returned to functioning status.

I closed the case and replaced the badge on my chest. I gave it a tap and called “T’rel to Harbinger.” But as was the norm so far on this mission, there was no response.

“Who are you? Who is Harbinger?” the captain asked, his eyes looking from me to the badge I had tapped.

“Why are you talking to her!?” Another gravelly voice called, this one distinctly female.

Behind the captain, Another alien dressed in Leslee’s uniform was peeking around a tree. Crouched in front of her was a third alien in Harvey’s uniform.

“We have to find shelter,” Harvey said, looking skyward. “The storm will come!”

“Who are you?” the captain asked again, reaching a hand out to touch the side of my face.

“Leave her!” Leslee hissed. “She is not one of us!”

“I don’t know what she is,” Scott responded.

“Captain,” I pled, “we need to remain near the shuttle. The Harbinger will be able to find our signals to beam us aboard once the storm has passed.”

“We must find shelter!” Harvey called again. “Hurry!”

The captain looked over his shoulder, then looked at me again. He turned and bounded a few paces away then looked back at me. He stared at our crewmates who stared wide eyed at the storming sky above, then looked back at me again. After another moment’s hesitation, he bounded back and grabbed my arm. “Come. Not safe.”

I resisted at first, but he insistently tugged me along after him as he and our shipmates pushed into the jungle.

“Where are we going?” I asked after a quarter hour of travelling.

“To find shelter,” the captain said without stopping or looking back at me.

I stumbled behind him, falling into silence again. Whatever transformed my crew had not transformed me, but why? I lifted my free hand to my face and found it unchanged. Not unexpected, but still fascinating. Perhaps humans were susceptible to whatever it was, but Vulcans were immune. It was a logical conclusion.

After an undetermined amount of time, Harvey lifted a hand and lifted his eyes skyward again. His nostrils flared and I inhaled deeply. I was unable to smell whatever it was he had caught wind of, however.

A moment later, Harvey leapt up into a nearby tree and scampered with inhuman speed up into the canopy. A moment later, he jumped down with a pair of melons in his arms.

The captain finally let go of my arm, but only to lunge at Lieutenant Commander Harvey. The two collided and Harvey dropped the melons onto the soft earth below. As the two grappled, Leslee snatched one of the melons and bounded away. She broke it over her knee and started shoveling the bright red meat into her mouth, though her eyes never left the two males.

Finally, Captain Scott kicked Harvey away and stood over his hands posed as though baring claws. Harvey cowed down, whimpering like a wounded pup more than anything. Harvey scampered to the other melon and cautiously crawled back. He tentatively set the melon at Scott’s feet and bounded back, holding his hands up as if to ward off an impending attack.

Scott broke the melon over his knee and was about to dig in but stopped. He looked at me then leapt over to my side and offered the melon. I stared down at the juicy red meet and quirked a brow. I was tempted, but I had no way of knowing if the melon or the juice would infect and transform me.

“No thank you,” I said. He stuck his fingers into the melon and dragged out a large chunk of the meat and offered it to me. Again I shook my head and said “I’m not hungry.”

He hissed and shoved the meat into his mouth. A moment later, Harvey bounded over and pressed up against the captain’s side, eying the meat hungrily. Scott stopped and considered our tactical officer, then offered the other half of his melon.

Harvey took it gladly and bounded away to devour it on his own.

A moment later, Leslee was at the captain’s side, nuzzling up under the captain’s chin. Their glands huffed and swelled, emitting pungent aromas that were offensive to my senses.

Scott nuzzled Leslee back, churring and purring at her for a moment. He offered her the last of his melon and turned, sniffing and looking about.

Leslee glared at me and hissed threateningly. She looked me over from head to toe then lifted her eyes skyward. Slowly, a grin spread over her lips and she reached past me to give the tree I was crouching under a good shake. I had thought perhaps she was trying to shake a fruit loose. I was not mistaken. I heard a rustling and thumping of a melon above and lifted my own eyes upward.

It was just in time to see the melon falling straight into my face and blackness took me again.

When I woke up, we were in a cave. Outside, I heard the storm raging. The wind howled loudly and it sounded like a heavy rain was falling. There was also a rhythmic slapping sound and small whimpering. I grimaced and lifted my fingers to an identical lump on the other side of my face than the one left in the shuttle.

The whimpering grew louder and I glanced about. Were Harvey and Scott fighting again? Clearly not. Harvey was huddled nearby, writhing and grimacing as he stared to the side, as if uncomfortable with what was happening. I turned and followed his gaze.

There, I saw Lieutenant Leslee on all fours, her uniform discarded nearby. Her once pale flesh was speckled with blues and greens, mottled and patterned like many reptiles I had seen on many planets. Beneath her, her ample breast swung and swayed with every impact of the Captain’s hips against her own.

Captain Scott was bent over the lieutenant, his hips slapping against her own vicorously. He bit into her shoulder and growled deeply. Leslee gasped and squealed as her back arched. Scott’s hips stilled, giving only short twitches against the young woman’s rump and I knew he was pumping his semen into her body.

A moment later, Harvey realized I was awake. He churled and bounded over to me. His eyes were wild and his hands tore at my uniform. I tried to fight him off, but the quick movements made my head throb. He unzipped my uniform and dragged it down along my body, exposing my flesh to the cool air of the cave. Even as I struggled, it was no use. He was too quick and too strong for me. In no time, I was naked.

I tried to crawl away, but Harvey pulled me back. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my hands and knees.

A sharp hiss sounded nearby and I turned to look over my shoulder at Scott. He was standing, his hands held like claws just like before. Behind him, Leslee was laying on her side, cradling her belly that had visibly begun to swell.

Before I could ponder Leslee’s posture, Harvey released my hips and scampered away from me. Scott hissed at him then slowly made his way over. I tried to roll onto my side and reach for my uniform, but Scott hissed at me just like he’d hissed at Harvey.

His warm hands gripped my hips and held me still.

“Captain, please.” I looked over my shoulder and shook my head. “This will be the end of your career.” He was easily going to be court-martialed for raping Leslee, and doing the same to me was not going to help his case.

He churled at me and slowly bend over my body. I could feel his hips brush against mine and his hot, slick manhood nestled between my legs, right against my vagina. “What is career?” he asked, laying his chest along my back. His hands lifted against my breast, squeezing tightly and kneading the soft mounds as his hips rocked against me.

A moment later, I felt his penis push into me. I curled my fingers in the moss beneath my palms. His penis was long and thick. There were ridges all along the length from tip to base. Another mutation, I thought.

I felt the captain bottom out. His penis slammed against my cervi almost painfully and I grimaced. I tried to open my mouth to speak again, but Scott’s teeth clamped down against my shoulder. I clamped my eyes shut and shook my head as a pained hiss passed my lips.

He was as animalistic in his mating as he was with the rest of his mannerisms. His hips slammed against mine and his penis hammered against my cervix again and again. I whimpered, but not in the same pleasant way Leslee was. Scott didn’t seem to notice the different. His growl rumbled through my core as he bit my shoulder.

Every ridge dragged over my sensitive flesh and my body began to react as biology took over. My canal slicked and began squeezing the invading appendage. A tingling in my belly told me I was beginning to ovulate. I opened my eyes and turned to stare at Leslee, knowing full well I was going to be just like her soon.

Leslee was on her back, one hand caressing her enormous belly while the other explored the new swell of her milk-laden breast. That was going to be me in several moments. That fact was only further cemented as I felt Scott’s hips slam against my own. The tip of his penis seated against my cervix I felt the entire appendage give a great swell.

He stretched my body wide as his length grew. He stretched my walls and pierced into my womb in less than a moment. As I felt his heat rush into my belly, I lifted my hand to feel what I already knew. I felt my skin grow taut and stretch as the captain’s alien young grew inside of me. I barely noticed that Scott had withdrawn his maleness from my body. I dropped my head and stared between my swelling breast at the globe of my belly. It kept getting bigger and bigger until it rested against the soft earth beneath me. I felt the contents, the baby within shift. Then it shifted again, but only the left side. Then the right side shifted and my brow knit together.

At least two, I knew. I looked over at Leslee again and my brow furrowed yet more. Her legs had spread wide. Her hands clutched at the earth and moss above her head and Captain Scott had mounted her once again.

With great care, I slowly rolled onto my side, exploring the swell of my breast and belly. After some prodding, I was certain I carried twins in my womb and my breast had grown enough to accommodate them when they were born.

A warm hand on my hip drew my attention away. Harvey had crept forward, stroking his manhood. I shook my head, but he ignored me and forced himself inside of me.

I don’t know how long the two males took turns mating us. Captain Scott always fought off Harvey before he could finish, allowing only his own seed inside of our bodies. But finally it ended. I felt myself dematerializing as the transporter activated. The storm must have broke some time during the repeated rape.

As I re-materialized, I found myself in sickbay. Quickly, Doctor Derlax wrapped a blanket around me where I laid on a biobed. The trill woman offered a sad smile and pressed a hand against where the swell of my belly pushed the blanket outward.

“Are you alright?” she asked, drawing a medical tricorder over me.

“I am in good health,” I said, looking down to where her palm was pressed against my belly. “The captain has been transformed and impregnated me-…”

“Yes, we know. They are all in the brig, for now,” Derlax said, giving another sad smile. “We are working on an antigen to transform the captain and Commander Harvey back…” She sighed and shook her head. “We’re going to have to wait until Leslee gives birth before we can reverse the mutation.”

“How long will that take?” I asked, reaching a hand out to press my palm firmly against the young stretching my belly outward. Not long, I was sure. There was no way I could carry twins much longer. They moved about as though fully developed

“Well,” Doctor Derlax said, tapping on her tricorder, “If you are any indication, your infants are in perfect health and have developed nicely. Their bodies are fully functioning, but development has stopped. Brain development is progressing at a more… human pace, however.”

My brow creased. “Meaning?” But I suspected I already knew the answer.

“Meaning you both will have to carry the fetuses for the full gestation. Leslee will be pregnant for approximately nine months.”

“Vulcan gestation lasts ten months.”

Derlax gave another apologetic smile and spread her hands to either side. “Well, we’ll be getting quite a bit more time together, wont we? You’ve got twins in there. You’re going to be in quite a bit of pain, carrying that load for that long, not to mention your checkups during the pregnancy.”

I stared at my belly for a moment then nodded slowly. “I understand.” Very carefully, I sat up and groaned. I felt a burning in my groin and a bit of moisture accumulating between my legs. Slowly, I shook my head again and looked up at Derlax who was scowling at her tricorder.

“Well,” she said, turning to look at me again. Her eyes dripped to my blanket covered groin and she smirked, “I’m seeing an interesting hormonal imbalance as a result of your new pregnancy. At least the next ten months wont be boring for you."