Star Trek: Theurgy

Chapter 03: The Captain of My Soul [01: Resurrection]

Captain's Log, Stardate 57505.28. The enterprise to let the harried crews indulge themselves in a night of frivolity may have been advantageous. Few will the chances be for everyone aboard the Theurgy and the Harbinger to entertain themselves on the holodeck again in the weeks to come, when we once more set a course for the Alpha Quadrant. It would seem that the Class 9 nebula that we have hid inside during the night has helped throwing our pursuers off the scent. It may even have provided us with enough time to form a better strategy of approach now that we have - momentarily - regained active access to Starfleet databases. Yesterday, Intelligence Officer Carrigan Trent gave us a glimpse of the current placement of Starfleet's deployed ships, all the way from the KNZ to the Sol System. Hopefully, it will show us the right path. Away from the Calamity's sensor sweeps... and out of range for the innocent fleets that hunt us.
                                                                                                                       
[ USS Theurgy | Main Sickbay | Deck 07 | 0605 hrs. ] Attn: Zenozine, Doctor Maya & Brutus

A sharp hiss cut the air.

It was the sound when the lid of the cryogenic stasis unit decompressed, and finally opened. Residues of cold mist rose into the air. The person inside had been gradually thawed during the night, yet the thawing had fogged up the glass completely, so the results of the Asurian blank cell treatment remained a surprise for the three people standing around the opening unit. Of course, the tricorders had been unanimous in the vitality readings, yet it remained to be seen what kind of appearance the DNA resequencing had resulted in. Were they awakening a freak from its slumber? A grotesque excuse of a survivor that would never accept the thing he had become, all for the sake of the truth and the mission?

"Nurse Vojona, Doctor Maya, please prepare to help me move him to the biobed," said Lucan as he looked down into the unit, the mist having cleared from the face. He reached down and opened one eye, confirming what the tricorder had already stated. Just to be sure, he raised a small palm beacon - its light casting the dancing mist into brilliance above the patient's countenance. "It is like we suspected. The pupils do not react. Nurse, I will move the patient together with Doctor Maya instead. Please steralise the ocular implants and prepare eye surgery equipment."

The Chief Medical Officer turned his pale eyes to the Vulcan next to him. "We make the eye surgery a first priority for three reasons. One, we do not want to traumatise the patient when he regains conciousness, since he would blind when he does unless we do the surgery first. Second, as you said, the neuro-pressure treatment requires that he will be awakened enough for you to sort out the singals in his new nervous system. Thirdly, the neuro-pressure therapy would sort out the optical nerves after the implants are in place. So, let us move him. Grab his legs."

Carefully, Lucan ran his arms underneath the former Ash'reem shoulders, and moved the naked male human to the biobed. Despite his stoicism, Lucan was awestruck with the healing capacity of the Asurian blank cells, for the results were far beyond anything he had ever expected. In a way, these results had sealed the fate of this rare species...

...because Lucan and his kin would now make sure that Sar-unga and her people would be found, imprisoned, bred and drained for every drop of their healing cells that they could muster.

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This is a study of the emotional responses of lesser species, when such are afflicted by tragic loss of a loved one or a grievous failure to perform one's duties. In general,  after causing grief to one or more individuals that the subject of study may care for. The fact of whether or not the subject could change the outcome of such an incident is in all cases irrelevant for the sake of this study, just as it is irrelevant for the subject in question.
                                                                                                                       

Hylota did not know how to was they were operating on, and she did not fell it mattered right now since she had only one job and that was to follow orders, she could get to know this person later. Sadly ll she knew was that she was going to be assisting with the eyes only since she was bought in only after the patient had been stabilized.

As she was told to assists in moving the patient to the biobed Hylota nodded and moved into position, she wanted to make a good impression on her colleagues and as her first operation here she needed it to go perfectly. But as Lucan inspected the patient's eyes and noted that they were unresponsive she was given the new task of fetching the optical implants. Hylota nodded and rushed around the other and retrieved the implants. She took the case with great care and moved them over to the biobed and she took up a spot beside the tools so she could hand them off when needed.

While she waited to be called upon she took out a small scanner and gave the reclaimed optics one final scan to make curtain that they had no remains of their previous owner on them. Satisfied with the scan she looked to Lucan wondering hat she would be called upon to do next.

[Maya | Main Sickbay]  Attn: Brutus; Auctor Lucan

"Yes Doctor," Doctor Maya uttered in a distant voice.  Although the little Vulcan's short slender build would seem to make her unsuited for moving a patient, the relatively high gravity of her home planet insured that she had the strength to do so without trouble.

Normally Ensign Maya displayed both curiosity and a warmth that wasn't often associated with Vulcans.  Now it was as if she wasn't even in the room.  Her eyes didn't seem to focus on what she was looking at.  Her voice was perfectly even, almost a monotone and her posture was perfectly straight and poised.  She never seemed to make suggestions or initiate any actions but she followed orders in a calm precise manner with movements that seemed both jerky and eerily fluid at the same time. 

She had spent much of that morning mediating, burning incense and placing herself in a trance to become the perfect teleneurological manipulator.  She had compartmentalized all the distracting parts of her psyche that would compromise this never been done medical procedure:  The transformation of an intelligent being from one species to another.  It was she who was going to reprogram Sarresh Morali's cerebellum to regulate the bodily functions of a Terrestrial human if it was unable to do so itself.  She was also going to make sure that his nervous system regulated his bodily functions during his hybrid phases as well, when he was neither Ash'reem nor Terran.   That would be the true challenge, far too much for a Vulcan who had to maintain her own biosystems simultaneously.  While applying the dermatiraelian plasticine that would serve as Sarrash's epidermis until his skin had created its own.  That was why it was necessary to for green blooded neurosurgeon to clear her enough space in her synapses to maintain the biosystems of two bodies at once.  

This left her in a state that diminished her personality and left her open to suggestion, but that was purely intentional.  It would allow Doctor Nicander to monitor Sarrash's biorhythms and give instructions.  In effect Maya's telepathic mastery of the nervous system would be Lucan's surgical tools.  Since the little Vulcan had conditioned herself to obey his voice while she was in this state he would have complete control over the entire procedure.  And of her.

When Doctor Maya and Lucan had moved the patient from the stasis unit unto the biobed, Lucan did what was ethically correct and covered the naked human with a thin medical blanket - leaving just the shoulders and the face bare. Then he gave Hylota an appreciative smile and a nodd when she had prepped equipment before he went to the unit by the wall that he could sterilise his hands with; its yellow light quickly preparing him for surgery. Then came the gloves, covering his tattooed hands for an extra layer of protection. Ready, he first picked up and applied the speculum mask upon Sarresh's upper face, distending eyelids wide. A tap on a button produced two smooth rings that lowered down and fixated the eyeballs harmlessly. For while sedated, it did not mean that the eyes did not make minute movements.

"Computer, begin surgical log. Patient: Junior Lieutenant Sarresh Morali. Post-treatment diagnosis has shown that the patient is blind due to the severe difference between Human and Ash'reem eyes and that the DNA-resequencing could not adequately give the patient human sight. Attending me is Doctor Maya and Nurse Vojona. Surgery begins now," he said with a detached voice, covering his mouth with a paper mask before he continued, "I will begin by clearing an insertion path for the implants. Nurse, please hand me the 0,5 mm exoskalpel." When the nurse gave it to him, he began the crude work of cutting out the necessary mass of the eyes, which may seem barbaric to the layman observer but it was actually a very precise step that begged for carefulness lest too much of the optic nerves were damaged. To connect the implants, the surgery also begged for room to let the implants digital output channels find and calibrate themselves with the remaining optic nerves.

While the surgery wore on, Lucan was betimes left thinking of the two present women, so widely different yet nonetheless interesting in their own ways. They were exotic in their separate natures, and they were both - to an extent - at his mercy. One was rigged to be manipulated at a moments notice through a hypnotic trigger, and the other one depended on him to get her through her fertile state - having asked him to experiment on her in whatever way he deemed necessary to find a way to reduce the... 'forceful' way in which Ovri ovulated. Both women had their own merits and uses, and yet only one of them were due to be exploited that morning.

The surgery lasted for almost an hour, the chronometer about to show 0700 hrs when Lucan removed the mask. Both the Ovri and the Vulcan had been involved in the steps towards completion, and when they were finally done, Sarresh's new eyes stared up at them - the silvery and artificial-looking irises catching the light in the room. Lucan closed them with his gloved hand before turning to Nurse Vojona.

"Thank you for your assistance, and well done," said Lucan and smiled to her once he had removed his mask, "Next, Doctor Maya will be performing a highly demanding Vulcan neuro-pressure treatment and she has asked to not be disturbed by too many people attending to the session. I will be supervising the procedure from my office, yet I will not be here in person either. Therefore, you will be dismissed for the time being, Nurse, but please remain in the wards - looking after our other injured - so that I can swiftly unlock the doors to this area and ask you to return at a moments notice. The patient is stable, but I rather want to be safe than sorry. If nothing else, I want you present when we finally wake up Mr. Morali."

Having spoken with Hyota, Lucan turned to Maya next. "Are you prepared, or do you need more time?" He gave Maya an earpiece so that she could hear his voice but not alarm the drugged and semi-awake patient. "If you are ready, I will inoculate him and step away - sealing off the area and retreating behind the glass of my office."

the surgery as almost textbook, no complications and nothing was obstructed. But Hylota was glad she was not the one performing the operation, the events of the night before still weighed upon her, the drinks she ha had and the pleasure she had sought left her feeling slightly out of it today, fortunately not to the point where she was making mistakes, but after the hour of standing she found her legs aching slightly and her eyes were stinging from the bright surgical lights. Hylota did not know why she had thought that the party would ever be a good idea after all of the work she had done before that, and with how she was going to be doing this surgery in the morning, in retrospect it was a very poor choice.

Lucky for her Lucan as such a skilled doctor she did not have to do much, there was a little effort that had been needed to be done on her part and she had only needed to take a bigger role when testing the implants and making sure that it was fully integrated. In the end she sighed and relaxed as she felt she was done finally and she took a seat and looked to Lucan as he discussed what he needed to do with Maya. She nodded and got up again as she was told to tend to the patients and man the medical bay.

As the two went into Lucan's office Hylota sighed and she about cleaning up after the surgery. Moving all of the tools to sterilization and collecting all the bio matter that had been removed an not sucked up. She put it into the proper waste containers and moved it to disposal. After that Hylota looked to the door where Lucan and Maya had gone and he sighed as she went to the patients and started to do her rounds, looking over chart and making sure that they had not changed drastically and then checking the times on medications to ensure that they were given out on time.

[Maya | Main Sickbay]  Attn: Brutus; Auctor Lucan

"Yes Doctor, I am ready," Maya replied in a distant voice.  She had removed the gloves of her crimson surgical scrubs and was now massaging her hands and limbering up her fingers for the operation ahead.  She had set the dermatiraelian plasticine on a tray that floated in the air at elbow level and could move it with the slightest push. 

Normally it would be impossible for Maya to apply the artificial epidermis while maintaining telepathic contact with Morali's nervous system, but with Lucan Nicander monitoring from his workstation she wouldn't have to.  If Sarresh Morali's nervous system had to be overridden in order to adjust his bodily systems Doctor Nicander would inform her.  This left the little Vulcan free to apply the artificial epidermis over every crack and groove of the injured time traveler's body in the meantime.

Holding the floating tray with her thumb and forefingers, Maya slowly approached the patient and waited for instructions.  Her gait was the same graceful series of short but quick steps it often was.  There was no limping or sign of the ordeal the little Vulcan's body had undergone the night before.   At this moment her body's aches didn't register and the pain and humiliation from the night before was buried deep in her memories.

[ Main Sickbay & CMO Office ] Attn: Doctor Maya

While Doctor Maya had readied the dermatiraelian plasticine for the treatment, Lucan had discarded his surgical scrubs and donned his long white labcoat. He stepped up to the sedated Sarresh Morali where he lay upon the main biobed and fished up a hypospray from his pocket, one which had already been charged and calibrated with 0,2 ccs of Amoelacin and 3 ccs of Umoxon, resulting in the inoculation that would make the patient docile and put in a dreamlike state of utter comfort during the neuro-pressure therapy. It was necessary to prevent any effect upon his neurological system, since a sedated state or a spinal inhibitor would block the nerve signals.

If Sarresh Morali were to open his eyes, he would not be able to give any credit to what he saw. Despite all that had happened to the Ash'reem, there was no risk of traumatising the patient if he was drugged and kept from full realisation about his whereabouts. With a clicking sound from his medical insturment, Lucan pressed the muzzle against the side of Sarresh's neck and released the mix with an audible hiss. Nothing happened since the patient had not been awakened yet, but the second charge in Lucan's hypospray would simply negate the sedatives that were currently running through the Temporal Affairs Officer's new veins. Twisting the handle around, Lucan stepped to Maya while he counted the seconds for the Umoxon-mix to take hold under his breath.

Yet before he did anything else, he locked eyes with the Vulcan before him and stroked his hand over her cheek - smiling to her. "Good luck, Doctor. I will be instructing you from my office," he said, yet he supposed his words were a bit wasted, remembering the last time they had been alone together. More precisely, the trigger he had made for her trance.

Circling Doctor Maya as he spoke, he continued. "When you wake up, you will do so under the following condition. At any point when I'd lay my hand upon your cheek and look into your eyes, like this,'' he said, and did so with his free hand - staring into her blank eyes, "you will instinctually, without delay, make yourself enter this kind of trance again... with the same spoken word meant to wake you from it, which I now will wake you with."

Only then did he return to Sarresh, using his hypospray once more and waking him into his imagined nirvana. Before stepping towards his office, Lucan finished his business by the biobed by ripping the thin medical blanket from the former Ash'reem's naked body with a bit of flourish - making it settle in a corner. 

"Computer, seal Main Sickbay area and close the office." Lucan did not turn around to look at the glass walls as they shut behind him. Instead he stepped to his computer console and pressed the command to make the glass a one-way mirror - making him perfectly able to see Doctor Maya standing before the biobed while neither her nor the patient would be able to see Lucan where he stood behind the glass. "Move the display of biobed readings to the wall and let my voice tap into frequency three-five-niner and the earpiece that Doctor Maya wears."

While the bio-readings of Sarresh Morali flared up across the shut glass wall in superimposed orange and teal numbers and letters, Lucan stepped up to the glass and folded his tattooed hands behind himself - eyes on the Vulcan and his patient. "Please initiate neuro-pressure treatment. Begin by rectifying behaviour in the cerebellum and pituitary gland. Discontinue any attempt his body make to try and maintain Ash'reem bio-systems and reprogram his nervous and endocrine systems to maintain human biology. Make sure to use the dermatiraelian plasticine during the treatment, rubbing the compound into the patient's skin."

Rubbing his jaw after making his instructions, Lucan smirked a little and added one last thing. "Oh, while the dermatiraelian plasticine is quite transparent, its hard to get out of textile... so I would suggest removing your clothes before you begin, Doctor Maya, and you can use your whole body to apply it since it won't have any effect upon your skin. You may proceed at your own leisure."

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[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

Outside, Nurse Maal walked across the floor of the recovery wards with a PADD in his heavy hand, reading it with furrowed, thick eyebrows. He was Klingon, yet very young and had been raised on Earth with no belonging on his native homeworld. With no House, and with no known family there, he considered himself more human than Klingon in any regard, and he even wore his hair cut short and in a Earthen fashion. The information on his PADD was nothing noteworthy, save for the connection of a name on the list and the new colleague of his - the Ovri named Vojona.

He looked about, tried to see if she was present at the early hour, and when he did, he walked up to her with what he hoped would pass for a friendly approach. He knew naught of the Ovri in general, and even less about the woman before him. He knew she had been picked over him to help Dr. Nicander with the eye surgery of both Miko Dauntless and Sarresh Morali, and he supposed that if he was a career-person, he would take note of this, but he was not. He just wanted to survive one day at the time so that he could return to his mama and papa on Earth.

"Nurse Vojona?" Maal asked politely and cleared his thick neck, for while considered slim and short in Klingon regard, his introvert persona would never hide the lean strength of his body - even being twice over in contrast with his profession as a nurse. "I am Maal, I also work under Eve Jenkins. Good to meet you."

Gruff intonation yet pure human in his lack of accent, his voice rumbled slightly even if speaking quietly. "I just saw the latest transfer list of patients from the Harbinger. It would seem someone with your last name will be beamed over here momentarily. Apparently, they are shorter on staff on the Harbinger and we have more space to keep those immobilised and comatose after the battle. We have two Battle Sickbays besides this area, so I suppose these transfers make sense. I... just thought you wanted to know."

Not sure what to add or what to do, he supposed she wanted to see the list for herself and handed her the PADD. "Looks like he has been put in a cryogenic stasis pod because of the lack of biobeds, or perhaps it was just the lack of medical officers to attend to him."

[Maya | Main Sickbay]  Attn: Brutus; Auctor Lucan

"Yes Doctor," the little Vulcan replied while removing her surgical scrubs.  She was in fact, wearing nothing underneath for she had donned the crimson surgical gown in place of the ceremonial robe she would normally wear while reordering her mind so thoroughly.  As she folded her surgical gown and placed it on a table Lucan could see her pale slender, body quite clearly.  The little Vulcan even removed her footwear leaving her only in what the universe had given her when she was born on Vulcan centuries ago.   Counselor Hayden O'Connor had done a good job with the dermal regenerator the night before and the little Vulcan's bruises were invisible to the naked eye.

There was no hesitation in following Lucan's churlish and seemingly absurd suggestion.  On the contrary, to Maya's logical and focused mind it made perfect sense.  The green blooded surgeon was going to need her hands free if she was going to override Sarresh's cerebellum and pituitary gland to keep his biosystems stable.  She was going to have to apply the artificial epidermis some other way, in this case, body to body contact.  Since the little Vulcan was a licensed sex therapist, there was no violation of procedure or medical ethics as long as the Chief Medical Officer allowed it.

Maya moved with eerily fluid alacrity as she oiled her body up in the dermatiraelian plasticine.   She didn't move stiffly like a staggering Borg, she moved gracefully and fluidly like an Orion dancer or a Caitan acrobat.  Once her body was glistening with the artificial epidermis, she climbed on to the biobed to straddle Sarresh's body.

Lucan was treated to a sensual yet absurdly pornographic performance as the little Vulcan rubbed and grinded her body against the dazed time traveler.  Her fingertips dug into the back of his head at the base of his neck and Maya closed her eyes.  "Contact has been made," she murmured in a nearly inaudible voice that was heard clearly over Lucan's earpiece. 

Maya's eyes rolled back in her head.  Although Sarresh Morali's thoughts remained his own the little Vulcan could now feel every sensation the former Ash'reem was feeling.  She could sense the euphoria from the anesthetic and the slight stinging sensation from his artificial corneas.  She could feel the human heart forcing iron based blood through his altered body and the air going through his bronchial tubes as it entered and left his transformed lungs.  She could even perceive the instinctive arousal and her own slippery flesh grinding and rubbing on top of him.  Through it all she separated and compartmentalized these sensations as she focused on keeping his biorhythms stable and getting his exposed dermis protected.

[Recovery Wards] Attn: Auctor Lucan

Hylota was going over the records and now with free time, filing the report on her surgery on her former coworker who she had assisted in the removal of her optical implants, it was grim work, recording how she had suggested the use of corrosive chemicals to free the implants and remove them. She was anything but vague in her report, detailing her account on what had transpired that night. She was getting tired of filling out these forms, but she needed to do it, once this was don she needed to take care of her brother's files and then collect her information on Ovri physiology for Lucan. So much to do, and so little time to do it.

As she went through the data one last time she noticed a shadow drop over her and she looked up at Maal, she lowered her PADD as he greeted her. "Indeed I am, nice to make your acquaintance Maal." She looked out over their patients and sighed. "Yes, I am the one that organized the transfer, I feel my brother's recovery will benefit from him being with the only other medical member of our race." She looked at Maal as he mentioned that her brother was coming over now, she wished she could be there to transport him personally, but she had a job and she needed to stay.

However as Maal mentioned the cryo pod her brother was being transported in she sighed and bowed her head as she felt guilt well up inside her. "Yes I know of this, it was not an easy choice, but he was more likely to survive if frozen...I just hope he is hydrated properly, otherwise I will likely be the only Ovri here." Sh looked up at the Klingon and she profiled him, noting the race and his appearance and noting him to memory. "Listen Maal, if my brother is being beamed over shortly we should prepare a bed for him, I already have everything else I need for him set aside. we just need to prepare a bed for the recovery." She set her PADD aside. "Care to give me a hand with that? or do you have some work that needs to be done?" She got up from the desk.

There was a hiss...or was there? He wasn't sure. Bathed in a cool, otherworldly darkness, he didn't want to move. His consciousness...his form? He wasn't sure...seemed to float. Floating was natural. Floating was right. Floating, swimming - Swimming through the boiling, searing water, the acidic bite eating away at - natural and peaceful.

His body gave a jerk, just the slightest. There in the darkness? Or on the biobed? What was a biobed? He didn't know. Something...a fog was wrapped around him. There was warmth. The warmth that he alone could not create. And a welcome slick sensation? He suddenly felt dry. Cool, but dry.

There was pressure too, a heavy, odd but yet, familiar pressure. A weight on his hips, his chest - his chest, aching, searing in pain. The water coursing through him, eroding the very bones in his body, the pressure causing him to buckle as he strode to close the distance - and then a blossoming of awareness. Simple, pleasurable contact. Contact like had not had since her - Floating, keening in the wind on that driftwood as he swam closer, his eyes flaring in pain, watching her slowly dissolve - not since he'd last wrapped his limbs, and tongue, around her, around -

<Amikris?> the word was croaked from a man barely conscious, unaware that he'd spoken aloud. Not that the name was recognizable, from a throat so parched and missing the proper vocal cords to approximate the acoustical range of an Ash'reem male. It didn't come close to the nail on chalkboard screech that most humans would compare the alien language to. And yet, it was speech, all the same. The drugs were already starting to work.

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OOC: let me know if this works for y'all. I'll be the first to admit I'm not sure exactly how Saresh should be reacting to coming out of a medically induced coma into a medically induced high.

[ Main Sickbay & CMO Office ] Attn: Doctor Maya & Brutus

Standing behind the closed glass wall, studying what was happening upon the single biobed, Lucan remained still while the superimposed bio-readings streamed across the glass surface. From floor to ceiling it shone, data that might be deemed the new life-pulse of the former Ash'reem. Human readings. Common and crude. Easy to read. The primal reaction to the Vulcan's body was quite expected, and since the readings were there, Lucan continued his log.

"Time: 0707 hrs. The patient has attempted to speak. As a side-effect to the epidermis treatment, the patient is showing arousal. This might be due to the manual application of the treatment, or simply as a natural reaction to the flow of blood in his new veins, effect perfectly similar to nocturnal penile tumsence. Reason may even be twofold. Treatment continues without complication."

The display was delectable, of course, and the urges of the beast inside bubbled underneath Lucan's impeccable surface. "Doctor Maya," he said after opening the frequency to her earpiece, "continue treatment until his nervous system has been aligned, and make sure the patient is comforted in his current state of arousal. Now that the opportunity has presented itself, it is the least we can do to ensure that his new genitalia functions in the way it is supposed to. You may do whatever you feel required to test his copulation ability and make him ejaculate."

Doctor Maya was in a trance, so he did not know why motivated his commands aloud. He was certainly going to make sure she didn't remember what he made her do either, lest his image and his methods would come in question...

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[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

Nurse Maal nodded.

"I can assist you," he said in his gruff voice and thought about what it would be like to have a sister or brother to look out for. He might be one of the very few of Klingon origin aboard, Master-at-Arms Zaraq being the latest crew addition from the Harbinger, but he was not as lonely as the Ovri. She was almost alone, besides her brother, in the whole of Starfleet. That was hard to imagine. What would it be like to feel even more secluded than he felt, attempting to uphold a human life with blood to show for it.

"I will follow you if you have found a place where we can move him after the stasis unit is beamed over. Where to?" he asked, clearing his throat behind his large hand.

Soon, Thea would say that the transport was ready. It would be nice to remove someone from a stasis unit for a change. Too many had vanished into those pods and the rooms where they were stored in wait for a time when they had time or methods to reciussitate them and treat their life-threatening injuries.

Hylota bowed thankfully to her coworker. "Thank you Maal, and yes I have picked out where it is that I intend to put him." She got up and set her PADD down as she walked to one of the empty bed in the corner of the medical bay, it was one that had been vacated this morning by a fortunate crewman that managed to recover from his burns enough to return to active duty. Stepping over to the bed Hylota's finished logging away the station and she looked to Maal.

"We will put him here, we will need to set up a isolation field and turn up the humidity within the field to begin the recovery process, I have already taken care of everything else on the Harbinger. We jut need to sterilize the area for his arrival because we will be turning this space into the perfect area to incubate bacteria and a recovering burn patient will not benefit from that." She looked to Maal. "So I am going to need some help getting thing sterilized and then you can help move the body onto the bed. Fortunately we just need to take him out of the pod to be finished with him, Ovri bodies thaw in a way that allows us to survive being frozen naturally."

Due to the battling, the built in sterilization systems were shot in many of the beds so it was mostly being one by hand, so the tools were already out. Hylota looked to Maal and handed one to him. "Here, since I guess you can handle pushing through a field better than I can. I will work on making sure that the field is operational." Hylota patted Maal on the back and walked over to the wall console and began to try and get things operational.

[ Main Sickbay & CMO Office ] Attn: Auctor Lucan & Brutus

"Yes Doctor," Maya said in a strangely professional voice.  Apparently the trance she had placed herself in wasn't causing any mental conflicts for she sounded almost normal.

Sarresh could feel a lithe feminine form rubbing and massaging his body.  Long spidery fingers caressed and explored as an underdeveloped yet pert chest squished itself against his as a woman's legs snaked around his lower extremities.  The probing hands stroked every crack and grove of his back, working their way down until they stroked every crack and groove of his backside.   He felt the slippery female body off of him before the fingers stroked and caressed every line of his face, every crease on his chest, and every muscle on each of his limbs. 

The little Vulcan kept Lucan's orders in mind.  "Continue treatment until his nervous system has been aligned, and make sure the patient is comforted in his current state of arousal. Now that the opportunity has presented itself, it is the least we can do to ensure that his new genitalia functions in the way it is supposed to. You may do whatever you feel required to test his copulation ability and make him ejaculate."  She didn't find any conflict for the ecstasy of the climax would put Sarresh's nervous, cardiovascular, and hormonal systems through their paces in laboratory conditions.  As a matter fact, it could very easily jolt his body into human norm and keep his brain from trying to run it like it was an Ash'reem body anymore.  Like a neural stimulator or a cardio defibrillator, this could be the 'reset' button that Sarresh needed.

Placing the fingertips of one hand on Sarresh Morali's face while her hand slid down his abdomen until she found his shaft.  She stroked it as gently as if she was stroking a tiny kitten, using only her fingertips.  She closed her eyes and made contact with him in order to find out what would give him the greatest pleasure.  Quite frankly, her secret to being a successful sexual facilitator was her ability to know what her paramours wanted.  By closing off parts of her mind and opening others she could usually give it to them.  Of course in Sarrash's case the former Ash'reem was literally not himself.  Not only was he the wrong species but he was so tranquilized he could barely react like a human, but she had to try.

[Lt. JG Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay] Attn: Dr Maya, Auctor Lucan

There was certainly physical arousal, not that the drugged and hazy Temporal Affairs officer was really aware of said state. Not yet, at least. He was still floating - swimming through the burning waters - in something approaching bliss, despite the painful memories that seemed to phase in and out with no warning or sense of reason. He could feel....something. It was the neurons slowly being reconnected, bit by bit, pressure point by pressure point, but he was in no state of mind to understand what was happening. Truly, how could he be? A new body? A new species really, not even truly himself anymore, save perhaps that immortal soul. Or had that changed now too?

His ears - which now stuck out far from his head, compared to his previous incarnation - were straining to hear a reply to his words, waiting for her reply, the woman he loved - he needed to tell her, couldn't let her die without knowing, had to save her, his love - to tell him she was there, that they were together.

"Yes Doctor," the professional voice grated on his new found ears, but perhaps she was with him in sickbay? <Amikris?> he asked again, in that bastardization of his 'native' tongue. Slick fingers danced across his body, teasing and caressing. The cheeks of his ass squeezed together in response to what his addled mind assumed was the redheaded Ash'reem woman's touch, coated with the life restoring gel his people secreted from the palms of their hands. He groaned, unbeknownst to even himself, at the touch, memories surfacing - Her finger, her tongue, probing the rim of his ass, pushing their way in - and then the form moved up to his face and he coo'd.

He stiffened again, when those fingers brushed his cock. It was not as long as it might be, half aroused as it was, thick, warm, and utterly human. As her fingers caressed him, so too did her thoughts, revealing the last coupling he'd had with Amikirs, how their bodies had glided together, how she'd worked herself into his ass while teasing his cock and ensuring a heady orgasm ensued. How they'd fucked like animals, rutting and cumming over and over. <Amikris....>

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

Nurse Maal followed Hylota to the corner of the recovery ward, not having known whether it was correct to return the bow she had given him or not. The belated nod had come to mind when she had already turned her back, but she did not seem overly insulted by his lack of manners. He watched her log the new patient that were to occupy the bed and listened to the information pertaining to her brother's condition.

"I take it your species require humid conditions to heal better," he mused and watched the slightly simmering surface of the isolation field, a kind which he was fairly familiar with. It was not the kind of forcefield that Security might deploy to contain boarding parties over the course of the last couple of months, but a medical version that enabled altered environmental conditions within. "Okay, I can do that."

Maal picked up the sterilisation field emitter in his large hands and waited for Hylota to activate the field. When it did, he cleared his throat and stepped forth, digging his feet in and pushing with his shoulder first to pry his massive body through the repelling wall. It was not a strong field, but rather meant to prevent medical officers or patients to breach the field by accident. With a second step, he pushed through, and laid the emitter upon the foot of the biobed.

Turning his head, he verified that the field was stable before pushing the button on the portable emitter, which lit up and sent wide beams of yellow light towards the ceiling. The beams split and shifted out into a descending pattern - flicking sideways and sterilising all surfaces the beams touched within the isolation field. It would take a minute for the beams finish, so Maal raised the emitter in his other hand, which kind of resembled a hand-phaser, and used it to take care of areas that the emitter on the bio bed could not reach. The yellow lights flashed over Maal's uniform while he worked, and while he finished, he could hear computer's voice over the intercom.

[Thea to Sickbay,] said the Ship AI, [prepare for scheduled medical transport of one stasis unit containing Ensign Vinata Vojona. Please verify exact location for the transport.]

"I'm finished, so you can proceed," said Maal, stepping aside to clear the floor and removing the emitter from the biobed. He still remained within the isolation filed while he waited for the Harbinger patient.

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[ Main Sickbay & CMO Office ] Attn: Doctor Maya & Brutus

Watching from his place behind the glass wall, Lucan frowned at the strange noises Sarresh Morali was making while Doctor Maya stroked the patient's hardening penis. The readings that coursed down the glass wall did not describe any ailments or signs of an underdeveloped larynx.

"Time: 0709. The patient has made further attempts to speak, without success. If the patient is trying to communicate during his medically induced state of mind, it might he is trying to speak in his native tongue, using ultrasonic frequencies to form his syllables. Given the fact that the human vocal tract is not equipped for the task... it might explain the unintelligible sounds that the patient is making."

With this in mind, Lucan looked away from the erotic display of the Vulcan on top of the human, both their bodies slick and glistening in the artificial light of Sickbay as they moved, and activated a translation program. With hand-gestures made before the glass wall, he inserted the audio-file of Sarresh's sounds into it, which resulted in static and a monotonous voice rendering of what might have been said, Ash'reem linguistics and the patient's new physical condition taken into account.

[No comparative reference available in Ash'reem vocabulary. Direct sound in normal hearing frequency and in Federation Standard: 'Amikris'. Common Ash'reem name,] said Thea, repeating the name as many times as Mr. Morali had said the name, ['Amikris. Amikris.']

Of course the Temporal Affairs Officer would be saying that name... Images of the Medical Assistant came unbidden to Lucan where he stood, remembering her fellating him in the Triage Centre, and weeks before that, in the blue light of the decontamination chamber, where Amikris had used the duct in her hand and rubbed his hard cock in the fashion that Maya was right then rubbing Sarresh. It was both fortunate that the Ash'reem had ended up dead on Theta Eridani IV... and a slight pity. Ash'reem are interesting lovers, Lucan thought, or 'were', rather.

It was fortunate that he had taken care of Thea's surveillance system, because otherwise the A.I. would be able to see what Doctor Maya was doing to the patient. Lucan was not sure what she'd do, but chances were that she'd tell the Captain. As it were, there was only readings being made of the ongoings upon the biobed. Lucan gestured with a tattooed hand towards the symbol that represented the channel to Maya's earpiece, activating it.

"The patient seems to think you are his former Ash'reem mate. To prevent confusion, I suggest continued treatment without speech to facilitate the daydream he is having. If he is made to doubt, he might struggle and try to fight the medication in his blood. Ample distraction is advised while treatment continues."

As Maal took the portable sterilizer and began to push through the field Hylota answered his question. "Well yes and no Maal. Hylota are native to a more humid environment and that tends to be better for recovery, but he real reason I am putting him in a high humidity area is so that he recovers from the damage he sustained on the planet while exposed to the high heat. Our bodies were not made for this type of thing, Ovri a not as resilient as mammals in some areas." As Maal worked on finishing the sterilization she fine tuned the field.

Once the field was finished being set to ensure a sterile environment Hylota set up the environmental conditions needed for Vinata's recovery and left them on standby until he was beamed in. As she waited Hylota let out a long yawn and then rubbed her forehead before looking to Maal as he worked inside the field. "You know looking back I think it as a bad idea to have gone to that big festival last night,  am still not feeling 100% for some reason...might have been the drinks." Hylota was taking her brothers advice and was trying to make small talk with her coworkers and tying to fit in  little, although she flt this was time to be silent and professional.

Things were cut short though as they were contacted with the news that Vinata was ready to be beamed over. She looked to Maal and nodded as he said he was finished sterilizing. Hylota nodded to him and activated the new command for the environment in the space, making it warmer an much more humid. "Alrigh Maal I will need you to gt out of there quickly, I do not wish to expose him to anyone just yet." She waited for him to move out as she responded to Thea.

Hylota cleared her throat before she tapped the badge on her breast and spoke. "This is Sickbay, a medical barrier has been erected in preparation for Vinata Vojona, please beam him directly from the cryo pod to the prepared bio bed. " She input the destination to the computer. "His race does not require a cryo wake up so we will not need to bring over the pod...the medical officer of the Harbinger was informed of this before hand."

[Maya | Main Sickbay]   Attn:  Brutus & Auctor Lucan

"I'm here," Maya replied without thinking as she leaned over to whisper in his ear.  "I'm here."  Despite the highly compartmentalized state of her mind, her facilitator's training kicked in.  Sarresh's need for comfort was undeniable.  He needed a friend, he needed her to be his lost love, he needed her to Amikris.  And deep down, some part of the little Vulcan really wanted to be Amikris.

Maya had left Vulcan because on her home planet her life was empty.  Her work with as a sexual facilitator had left her with a longing for physical and emotional intimacy that couldn't be received from patients suffering from Ponn Farr.  She craved ecstasy, bliss, and togetherness.  She craved love, that primitive primordial state that draws people together. 

<I'm here> she assured him as she used her telepathy to translate her words into his native tongue.   She sent the words directly into his addled mind, allowing him to hear her voice and create the illusion of his lover that would allow them to immerse themselves in paradise for a poignantly short period of time.   Sarresh needed Amikris right now, and after the abuse she suffered at Phantom's hands last night, Maya needed to <be Amikris.  <I'm here my beloved, and you're not alone>

A wide smile that was completely alien parted her lips, and Maya let go of his member to reach for his backside in order to snake on of her long spidery fingers between his gluteus maximus muscles.   With one hand on his face and the other at his posterior, the little Vulcan got creative when it came to stimulating his penis.  She leaned down and placed her mouth the tip, heedless of the bitter taste of dermatiraelian plasticine that assaulted her tongue.

[Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay] Attn: Dr. Maya; Auctor Lucan

He was utterly unaware of his surroundings, beyond the hazy sensations of nerves connecting and firing off along his slick body. He had know concept of time, or sense of place. Lucan's words were lost on him - perhaps had they been able to fully restore his Ash'reem ears, their acoustical prowess would have allowed him to pick up the words from the transmitter in the Vulcan's pointed ear. But as it was, his hearing was (mostly) at a human level now. Certianly not capable of eaves dropping on such a monologue as the one the smaller Vulcan was undergoing, courtesy of Dr. Nicander

But none of that mattered now. His (human) heart began to beat faster in his chest, blood flow hastening to his extremities - one extremity in particular swelled at the feather light touch, then the firm contact, between his legs. He heard her. At least, he thought he heard her. Her voice, that sweet, sweet voice filled his whole mind. His Amikris was back. He called out to her, words too jumbled, too mangled and smashed together. IT didn't matter, the meaning was clear, even to someone not probing his inner thoughts and desires. That sense of wonder and welcome.

The newly minted body was responding wonderfully to the physical stimulation. If Dr. Nicander wanted a show, he was sure to get one. The mostly human male arched up when the slick finger slid down between his ass cheeks. They clenched, as men are often want to do, but his relaxed, in anticipation. A groan, purely human, bubbled up as soft lips curled over his swollen tip. And her fingers were still on his face. He tried - and failed - to properly nuzzle her hand. His tongue slid out, seeking her skin, just long enough to graze against her wrist.

And all that mattered in that moment was one simple truth: He wasn't alone.

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

Before stepping out, Maal turned his corrugated forehead towards the Ovri when she spoke of her evening on the holodeck. When it came to idle talking, Maal was not perfectly adjusted to normal human standards, being a bit on the quiet side. Still, he enjoyed hearing his fellow nurse talk.

Then again, there was not too much time for an answer, since Thea had announced that Hylota's brother was ready for medical transport. There was no need telling him twice either, with him wrapping his work up as quickly as possible and taking the equipment with him as he stepped out of the isolation field shoulder first. He put the things aside and brushed himself off, nodding to Hylota that they were all set before she gave the green light for the patient to be moved out of stasis and into their supervision on the Theurgy.

[Acknowledged,] said Thea, [initiating medical transport now.]

Odd that the Ovri did not need the cryo-stasis awakening signal in the pod to recover well, but Maal would take Maya's word for it. Maal folded his brawny arms across his chest and saw the patient materialise upon the sterilised biobed....

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OOC: I am taking a backseat with Lucan in Main Sickbay so that you, Maya and Brutus, can focus on the development. Maya is next I think!

As Thea beamed in the body a very female looking body materialized on the sterile table, it looked much like Hylota except the skin looked scaly and rough. The body was frozen solid still and the cold rolled off the body in a mist as he chilled the humid and heated environment inside the isolation field. The body had large breasts, blue skin with spots of red all over that matched Hylota's skin color. Vinata was finally aboard the Theurgy, and he was slowly developing white frost over his body.

Walking over to the field Hylota began to log away the information. "Patient is an Ovri, Male, name Vinata Vojona, rank Ensign. All scans are clear not complications fro transportation. Thank you Thea, and thank you for beaming him over as he is now, I know it was not procedure to beam a body from a stasis pod, but as an Ovri we can save the power in the pod this way." he finished the patient log and looked to Maal. "Thank you again for helping  with the sterilization Maal. It should be an hour before he thaws completely, but it should hydrate him properly so he will not need further treatments. He will need to be on a special list though, h is not going to heal as quickly as he used to now."

The more masculine looking Hylota started up the medical scanners to notify her when the heart started up again for her brother. Looking at the seemingly female form she looked to Maal. "Since we have time is there anything you would like to ask about the Ovri?" She smiled as she tried to engage in some conversation. 

[ Main Sickbay ]   Attn:  Brutus 

Maya raised her head from Sarresh as her eyes darted left and right behind closed eyelids.   Her lips moved unconsciously as she reordered her thoughts in order to simultaneously monitor Sarresh while fulfilling his fantasy.   She needed to divide and reintegrate her mental processes in order to be both neurologist and sexual facilitator.   Even though her mind was assaulted by Sarresh's thoughts and perceptions, her trance was deep enough for her consciousness to make room for both her mental 'medical computer' and Sarresh's desires by suppressing Maya's base personality.  By clearing her mind of her own thoughts and predilections, the little Vulcan was able to perform as both a doctor and Sarresh's memory of his lost love.

A wide playful smile alien to Maya's nature broke out on her face before she lowered her head down and put her mouth around Sarresh's manhood.  Her finger teased its way into his anus as she licked his member like an ice cream cone and made quiet cooing moans as she hungrily drank him in.  She was empty, so empty without him, so empty without is passion, his perception of her, his memory of Amikris.  Tears trickled out of Maya's eyes; she wanted to be Amikris so badly.   And right now, for a brief moment, she was Amikris, or at least the woman Sarresh thought his love was anyway.

"I'm here," she murmured in the version of the Ash'reem language Sarresh's people used on dry land.  "I'm here for you Sarresh, and I'm not going to leave you alone."  Using her telepathic powers, she created the sensation that Sarresh as in a large bathtub rather than lying atop a biobed.  As an aquatic being, he would find the illusion both comforting and stimulating.

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

Seeing the body that materialised within the isolation field, Maal's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected something even more masculine than Hylota when she had told him it was her brother that would be transported to the Theurgy. Instead, the extravagantly coloured body was instead female, and to Maal's eyes, very feminine to add. He raised a hand in attempt to form a question about it, but he could not seem to voice the question without feeling that he'd make a fool of himself. So he dropped it and cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from the curvaceous figure on the biobed lest he'd seem to be gawking.

[By all means, Nurse Vojona, it was no trouble,] said Thea over the intercome, and then Hylota was thanking him for his help as well, asking if he had any questions about her species. Prudent question, he figured, since they had one of her people to treat in Sickbay once... 'he' woke up.

"Your brother does not seem like males of most other species in the Federation," he said, clearing his thick throat behind his fist. It was the question that he had compiled in his head that he could pose without seeming like a adolescent human wishing to mate before his time.

Looking at the figure on the biobed out of the corner of his eye, he then added another question. "Will... s-, he not be cold lying like this once he had emerged from his cryogenic stasis? Should we not increase the temperature in the isolation field besides raising the RH to accommodate for a quicker recovery?"

He did not like the fancy words, feeling that his tongue was not meant for them, but Hylota had suggested that the relative humidity in the air would benefit her brother, but Maal just thought that he seemed a little... exposed where he lay. Already, he saw one or two other patients further towards the front of the wards trying to see more than they should of the Ovri from their vantage points. "A... blanket might be a good idea too."

[Recovery Wards] Attn: Auctor Lucan

As Maal began to voice his concerns and ideas Hylota remained silent and she just took in everything before she then began to answer his questions and try and sort things out. "Well to start yes, Ovri males are much closer to your female's physical appearances. An Ovri male is a much more beautiful creature, but yes it is very confusing when a male of our kind is considered a beautiful woman to your people." She looked over her brother and she then went on to respond again. "Now as for covering him up, as much as I would love to give some decency, I should not put a blanket over him, so we should put up a curtain." She went and started pulling out the curtain and pulled it into place.

She then turned back to Maal and returned to answering his questions. "Alright, the cryo is just him being frozen now that he is out of the pod, Ovri are capable  or thawing after being fully frozen so he will be fine, and I did not just raise the humidity, I have had the temperature increased since the start, Ovri are native to a hot humid climate and it is our ideal condition for recovery so i am putting him in that." She rubbed her neck.

Hylota sighed as she looked to Maal. "So Maal, is there anything else you would like to know or should I just tell you some things about my brother and me?" She  made sure than no on could see her brother while he was thawing out and she as checking every now and then to make sure that the thawing process was not having any complications.

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

After Hylota had closed the holographic curtain - one of many that were being projected along the walls of the Theurgy's recovery wards via the ship-wide hologrid to both offer privacy for the patients as well as preventing some actual cloth from collecting dust and bacteria - Maal felt like a fool when the Ovri had already thought of everything in regard to the treatment of her brother. As much he should have expected, she probably knowing how to treat someone of her own unique species better than anyone aboard. At least until the staff had managed to educate themselves about the Ovri people's specific medical needs.

When Hylota sighed before asking if he wanted to know more about their kind and who they were, Maal was not sure if she was exasperated with him or if she was merely tired from the lack of sleep she'd gotten after the Festival of the Moon. He reckoned it was the latter and rubbed a rough hand over his jaw in thought.

"If female appear to have male physique compared to other Federation species, and male appear female, why do you not change the... pronouns, so to speak?" he said, having to think for a second to find the right word. He believed his question had merit since, standing there behind the curtain and being able to look at her 'brother', Maal could not see any male genetalia. "Is it a glitch in the universal translator that can be amended, or are you saying that you are able to carry children whereas 'he' cannot? Then how do you...?"

Maal trailed off, suddenly realising that the trail of questions had led them to a rather awkward place. His coarse cheeks flushing slightly, he rubbed his own neck in embarassment. "Oh, and how long do you think he needs to thaw now that he has been removed from a stasis pod?"

Hylota found it oddly amusing when Maal started trying to rationalized how Vinata could look the way he did and no be a female. It was true that that seemed like a logical conclusion from a first look impression, But Hylota had the response ready, he had been preparing since her brother got hurt because she knew this moment would come.

"Indeed we could do that, but that would be incorrect. Yes our genders appear flip flopped for you, but there is a big difference, and you have indeed guessed it. He cannot bear children because male do not carry eggs. You see our genitalia is internalized. If he wasn't frozen I would show you, but yes he has a penis and testicles, his 'breasts' are simply fat build up to display health. I myself am the female, behind my similarly flat crotch is a vagina leading to a womb, but since we are a species with a cooler body core temperature we are capable of internalizing all sexual organs."

Hylota began to pull up a computer model of her brother's thawing. "In the end the Ovri simply took a different evolutionary route. Our females became the strong well built people, while our males became the flashy beautiful ones. and believe me this has been awkward for us. Vinata was met with many sexual advances when we were at Starfleet. It is strange to be considered the opposite gender of the on you actually are." she finished the simulation and she smiled. "As for your question, with current projections Vinata will be fully thawed out in under an hour, he should regain consciousness and full functionality all on his own within an hour and a half." Hylota smiled, he looked very relieved and rubbed the back of her head as she sighed with relife.

[Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay] Attn: Dr. Maya

He had no idea or awareness of the Vulcan's mental fortitude, nor the strain it might put on her, dividing her thoughts. Despite the fact that her finger was spreading him open, he had no awareness of her either. Clearly the therapy was working, in so much as  his body was responding like any mans might. Clenching around the intrusion, burning slightly between his cheeks, eliciting moans. His thick member twitched and jumped, hardening all the more. It throbbed, the tip swelling, head purple and needy. Just as needy as the rest of the former Ash'reem. The only proble was - if you could call it a problem - that Sarresh thought all this was being done by his beloved. He had no awareness of what was actually going on. No real sense that his body was no longer the none he had been born with, and the woman tending to him was not the late Amikris Neotin. Her remains had likely long dissolved.

Dr. Maya was a complete nonentity to Sarresh, her presence preempted by the memory of the redheaded alien who'd made love to him time and again among the cargo containers only to spurn him not a day later after he tried to shield her from the horrors of her fathers untimely demise. And he had good reason, now that he could hear his lovers voice. It seemed far off, in his head, not in his ears, a bit mangled, but he could hear her, and he called out to her. Told her all the things he hadn't been able to before her fathers death. His love for her, his need for her. How she and she alone was giving him something worth fighting for in this time line, beyond the vague impressions of duty that his now memory locked former self had felt strongly enough about to sacrifice his future for. How he needed her, his anchor, his home.

He groaned out loud as her lips wrapped over his cock. The tongue dancing felt good, as impressions of water flowed over his skin. He leaned back in the tub (his body arching on the bio-bed) and he whimpered encouragement. A hand twitched, as if trying to reach out to his lover as he felt her finger slip deeper inside of his tight hole, stretching the ring wider. More muscle control seemed to be surfacing, as toes curled and a dab of precum beaded on his tip, dripping slowly down his engorged length. As far as he was concerned, he was getting the best bath time blow job of his life.

The dab of precum tasted strange to her teasing tongue as it dissolved within her moist mouth.  Of course it did.  It contained elements of some of the last biochemical traces of his Ash'reem ancestry his body was going to produce.  From now on everything coming out of him would be created by terrestrial homo sapiens.   He may have been lying down but he was stepping into a brave new world. 

Maya cleared those thoughts in her head almost before she thought them.  She allowed the diagnostic part of her brain continue monitoring as she lost herself to the illusion Sarresh created for her.   His lost love Amikris had lost her father, and was probably just as lost in the universe as Maya was herself.   Without hesitation, she let go of her own identity and became Sarrash's impression of his lover.

She almost lost contact with his psyche as she removed her hand from his face to fondle his shaft.  Her finger poked more firmly into his backside as she instinctively searched for a reconnection.  Her lips slid up his member as she demanded more contact with him.  His true thoughts were fuzzy, distant, hidden, but his sensations and passions were still an open book to her. 

A quiet growl was came from her throat as her body tilted left and right as she tried to taste his manhood from all angles.  Finally she placed herself between his legs and emitted a soft grunt as head bobbed up and down on him.

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

That Hylota would have demonstrated her brother's internalised genetalia if he had not been frozen caused Maal to cringe and take a deep breath through his nostrils, almost as if to belatedly override the words with the sound. He was an only child, so he rationalised that he would not know the dynamics of siblings, but he figured that if such was an example of how cruel and disrespectful such could be to each other, then he felt better off having been raised a sole adopted son in a working class family on Earth. Despite the adolescent rasism he had suffered in school. Moreover, the mentioning of Hylota's own crotch and what lay hidden behind her uniform did not exactly ease his embarrassment either.

He was not sure if he managed to hide the awkwardness he felt before the female Ovri turned to a panel and pulled up her brothers body and the rendering of his thawing progress. She spoke of her species in general terms first, which eased Maal and made him step up next to her, trying to look professional as they studied the digital image of her brother's flamboyant body in all its tantalising glory. He merely nodded, but had to hold his breath to keep himself from saying something when she said her brother had been an object of desire after entering Starfleet Academy. It seemed to him perfectly... expected.

"Good to hear that he will recover from stasis in such short order," commented Maal in gruff relief for the change of subject back to the male Ovri's medical condition. "How much more treatment does he need after he wakes up? Do you think he will he be able to return to quarters today?" Maal pulled up Vinata's journal next to the image of him on the display, reading up to make his own judgement even though Hylota would be giving him the answer in a moment. Anything was better than the topics they had just touched upon, but nonetheless, Maal's eyes tended to stray to the image of Vinata while he tried to read the journal.

"What," Maal began to say in his deep tone of voice when all there was to do was to observe and wait in regard to their current patient, using the opportunity to speak with his new colleague in Sickbay when they had the privacy of the curtain between them and the rest of the wards, "do you think about Starfleet and the Federation so far? Ovri must be new members of the UFP. What was your first impression?"

Knowing that Hylota was female underneath her uniform, despite her bodily stature, caused Maal to have more uncomfortable thoughts, but he tried to keep his demeanour more professional than what his Klingon blood compelled him to when it stirred.


[ Main Sickbay | CMO Office ] Attn: Brutus & Doctor Maya

Standing behind the one-way mirror that the glass wall of his office had been rendered into, and with Sarresh's readings coursing across the cold surface, Dr. Nicander observed the proceedings with a quiet smile on his lips - as if he watched a play that he had directed and fooled the actors to perform - making them dance just for his own amusement. Or was it the parasite that had wanted to instigate this? He was not quite sure. Of late, the lines of his soul had been blurred.

Seeing that the Vulcan had increased the rhythm of the oral sex she performed upon the resurrected, their slick bodies locked in what would probably lead to the patient ejaculating prematurely, Lucan gestured with a tattooed hand against the audio link he had to Doctor Maya activating it, willing her to complete her undertaking in full - using the trance and hypnotic grip on her to make her do so.

"Sarresh Morali and Amikris Neotin were mates," said Lucan in precise, cutting syllables into her ear, "therefore, I think he will find it more plausible if you soon come to straddle him - letting him enter you. I am also concerned about the musculature and nervous system of his face, so I dare say kissing him while you stimulate the nerves in his temples and jaw with your hands will make him more... attuned to his new facial features. My readings suggest residual conflicts in the posterior auricular branch and the stylomastoid foramen."

He shut down the audio link and folded his arms across his chest where he stood, witnessing the show he was directing unfold before him. Too bad Doctor Maya would be made to forget his own involvement in the sexual development during the neuro-pressure treatment, being made to believe she had instigated it all on her own whim instead of the instructions he was giving her. He supposed he would have to make her believe he could not have seen what she was doing too; that he would only be monitoring the patient's readings by his computer and that the glass wall had not been clear from his vantage point.

Indeed, with a single word spoken to her after she was done with Morali, he would incinerate the manuscript by rewriting her memory...

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

Hylota had not thought about how awkward she was making Maal, to her hey were both professionals and doctors, what was the discussion of anatomy to them. Of course in an Ovri hospital a patient wold be stripped so a doctor could examine their body fully. And sh ha needed to lean the anatomy of their internalized genitalia to the point where it was casual for the comfort of patients, to hr the displaying of her brother's genitalia was little more than showing a physical example of something she was talking about. It as this lack of understanding that was problematic for Hylota.

As Maal asked about the time frame for her brother Hylota looked back t her twin frozen on the bed beside her and she got a somber look as she placed her hand on the field and let out a sigh. "Although he will be free of this frozen unconscious state in an hour, he will need to remain in there for one more hour with the mixture of medications so his skin recover properly and any possible lung damage from the hated air is undone." She then promptly turned back to the panel and began to work out the time frame and put in an appointment. "I shall also have the ship councilor come down to give him an examination, I do not know how he will take the news that only he survived from his station at the triage center." She clenched her hand into a fist as the information was finished being written up and she stepped back.

A Maal suddenly changed topics again and asked about her feelings towards Starfleet and the Federation Hylota sighed and shook her head. "My opinion of the ideal organization who I was being sent to impress was positive, before Knowing h facts we do now, I thought they were a positive force in the galaxy that we as Ovri were wise to get to know and join up with. Of course based on what we were allowed to know of our first contact, your Federation was rather surprised to have not encountered any of us before that point. With how advanced we were it appears Starfleet thought they would have intercepted some of out transmissions by that point." She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. "As for my opinion of them now, well my only hope is that this does not get used to drive the Ovri away. Your Federations infestation is not a problem I factor in, aside from a few of your people's leaders who should not have power or should have retired ages ago I am indifferent. I am flag that the Ovri are too far to bother infesting...not that it would work that well. Ovri leadership changes so fast and we hold so few planets that we usually do not get attention and plants get rather obvious when they try and hold on to power."

Stroking her chin Hylota hummed. "Of course if we went to war I seriously doubt we would win in confrontations. Your Federation is stronger thanks to it parts, your multiple cultures and view points is your strongest point. All in all I see the Federation as a wonderful Idea that is currently having a rather large problem. And based on what I have read on the matter, your Federation should have procedures in place to avoid this. So gain, good idea, just a lot of flaws, but you mean well and that is what matters. Sadly you might be too much or a risk for the Ovri, I think this might make our relationship to the Federation a less intimate one, with few Ovri representatives, I feel we will likely only hold a ceremonial position and we will let our distance keep us from getting involved."

Hylota shrugged and sighed. "But that is only the opinion of a Ovri who is not high in standing, and comes from one colony. For all I know I might have the minority opinion for Ovri."  She looked to Maal and smiled. "Now, since I answered your questions, how about you tell me about yourself Maal. I read that Klingons were...well to be frank the exact opposite of you. Why are you like this...and why do you keep acting so weird and holding your breath and stuff? Are you sick or something?" Hylota crossed her arms and looked at Maal. "Be honest with me, I might not be the best at social thing bu I can tell hen I am being lied to."

Maal had listened with great interest to the Ovri's account of what she thought of the Federation and what it represented. Perhaps Hylota's own personal opinion might be moot in relation to the greater political standpoint of her species, yet his question had been a personal one, so the answer had been no more than he had wished for, and what he had expected to receive. He nodded to the assumptions she made, finding them of merit as best as he could tell.

Yet she switched the topic to... him, instead, so Maal was suddenly finding himself in a situation that he was not used to. Sure, the query was common, surfacing now and then, but since he had been around the same people for the last three months - serving on the Theurgy on its journey all the time - he had not been approached by a stranger for a long time. Long enough to give him pause to think before answering. Long enough for her to ask more questions, and to inquire about his behaviour. Lying? It had been his first resort, dissembling and changing the topic his second, but he was caught in the headlights... and he froze instead.

"I..." he cleared his throat with a quiet rumble, called out into the light and not sure how he might phrase his answer. "I am Klingon, I suppose, but not of any House. I am not of my homeworld. Orphaned. Raised on Earth. It was difficult, but after learning about the nature of my blood... the ways of my people, I chose to be who I was raised to be. I am more human than Klingon, in all but my physique, and I strive to be better than my blood kin. I do not... I... detest violence. I would not inflict harm upon someone's father, mother or child. My human parents, they mean everything to me. I entered Starfleet Medical because... I don't know. Perhaps to prove something. To myself. That I could be more than what was expected of me, better than the heritage of my native species... if that makes sense."

The other thing she had asked was more difficult to answer. "I am not sick," he assured her, clearing his throat behind his fist, "I am just unused to... you and your brother. It is nothing wrong with you, I just... I was startled with how your brother was male, and you are female. Nothing personal, and your countenance does look female, so.... I just had to think a little. So, who is our next patient to check up upon while we wait for your brother?"

Perhaps he could change the topic after all...

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OOC: Link to thread from the day before with Connor Matthews: http://houseeros.com/roleplay-role-playing-forum/index.php?topic=43597.new;topicseen#new , which contains helpful info on his condition.

Hylota listened to Maal share his background and why he was the way he was. She had to admit he had an interesting life considering the challenges he face and overcame. And almost instantly her mind drifted to thinking about how well he would do as a mate. She silently destroyed those thoughts and she went back to listening to him talk. As he finished explaining everything and then shifted the focus of heir discussion she could see thing ere still awkward so she made an effort to wrap things up so they could move on.

"Well, I am glad you managed to get over your struggles and become the man you are today...a little sad you had to be on this ship, but then again, I am very glad to have me you." She sighed. "Sadly I am not nearly as interesting as you in my history, I have spent mot of my i'm buried in studies so I could excel while I spent my spare time working on helping my brother learn all of our medical information. And even into Starfleet that was how things were, always looking after him, always making sure I was at the top with him close behind." he smiled at Maal. "An do not worry about he awkwardness, you are not the first to have that problem,and you will not be the last." She patted his shoulder.

She then took her medical PADD back out and went over it. "But yes back to work. Let me see...i took care of the burn victims this morning. Vinata is on a 24 hour monitoring to ensure there were no problems...and most everyone is fin..we just need to do a once over of the people in the ward, see if there is anyone who needs to be discharged properly, update charts, prep and administer medications and then we will have some time to ourselves while we wait for Vinata to thaw out the rest of the way." She lowered the PADD and motioned to exit the holo curtain surrounding her brother. "So unless you want to ogle Vinata a little bit more I suggest we get going on our duties." She smiled indicating that she was just teasing her new friend.

[ Recovery Wards] Attn: Endeavour & Zenozine

Hylota's story made Maal think of how it might have been with a human sibling to guide him through life. How much easier it would have been to follow by someone's example.

At the suggestion that he'd want to 'oogle' Hylota's brother a bit more, Maal was very quick to leave through the curtain, making an embarrassed sound deep down in his throat as he did so. "I was not..." he grated in half-hearted protest, guessing that nothing he'd say would convince the Ovri otherwise. Nor did he have any witty reply to make if she was - in fact - just teasing him. "I like women. I was just fooled by appearences." He grumbled and looked over the PADD to see who was next to attend to, yet somehow his mind kept returning to how Hylota had said that they would get some time for themselves once they had checked on the rest of the people that remained in the ward.

It did not disconcert him, but it was a bit intimidating that a woman would be so friendly towards him. He often let the opposite sex down since he was nothing like his native people, since women often expected him to... He did not know, perhaps crush a Gagh with his bare hands in some barbaric display of fealty? Ram a bat'leth up the posterior of a Targ to show his eagerness? Roar the highest to display the strength of his non-existent House? Klingon customs remained a mystery to him, and as he thought about it, perhaps he was a mystery himself because of the expectations upon him?

In any case, the patient first in line was a human, the Brig Officer by name Matthews. "One of Doctor Maya's patients," he commented on the way there. The major medical need had been to treat his arm, having been hurt on the planet during the attack. Post-surgery recovery and skin-transplantation procedures had left him staying overnight to let the area develop its own epidermis . If he had not scratched himself during the night, then he was due to be released before long. Question was whether he wanted to. Maal had seen first-hand what that prisoner, Sonya Acreth, had done to Doctor Nicander when she managed to get out of her cell on the Harbinger...

"Ensign Matthews," said Maal and handed the PADD with the journal to Hylota for her perusal. He smiled as best as he thought seemly, all things considered with the recent losses in the crew. "I'm Nurse Maal and this is Nurse Vojona, she having recently transferred to us from the Harbinger. We would change your linens, but you might be leaving us soon so we might be able to do it once you do instead," he said, the phrases rolling off his tongue without seeming too recited. "Did you sleep well? How is the arm feeling today? Any lingering pain or discomfort?"

If all was well, the current time of emergency left them nurses able to sign patients out and let them return to their quarters. Too few doctors and too many patients called for some lessening administrative regulations.

Connor was strapped into a metal chair. All around him was gray stone. In front of him was a large shadow, not letting him see the adjacent wall to him. It seemed like an eternity that he'd been in that chair. Suddenly a voice came deep from within the shadows. At first the voice was so alien to his mind that he couldn't even think of to who it might belong to. The voice kept saying, "Connor. Connor. Connor." over and over again. Each time the voice said his name, it sounded more and more familiar. The name crashed into his mind like a bunch of cymbals. Sarah Johnson. The captain of his father's old ship. She slowly walked out of the shadows. He gray hair was pulled tightly back behind her ears and into a bun. There wasn't a single hair out of place. She had her hands folded behind her back. She spoke with a voice of disdain, "Connor Matthews. It's a shame it had to end like this. You've dishonored your father's memory. I want you to know that before you die." Connor couldn't speak. His eyes were wide open. He tried to say a word any word, but nothing would come out. He was in too much shock. Captain Johnson removed her right arm from behind her back and in her hand was a phaser. She held the phaser to his temple. Connor could feel the cold metal touch his skin. He didn't struggle. He knew he couldn't. How had it come to this? Where was everyone? Last night he was in the Sickbay, now he was strapped into a metal chair, about to die. "It's a pity the Matthews name couldn't live on for more generations. Goodbye Connor. The sound of a trigger being pulled sounded throughout Connor's mind.

And he woke up. Connor propped himself up on his arms, forgetting about the burns on his arm. He was sweating. Where was he now? Connor took in his surroundings. He was once again inside the Sickbay. Connor chest was heaving up and down. Even though it was a dream, it felt so real. Is that possible for dreams. It took Connor a couple of minutes to relax himself. Once he was calm the pain that was flaring up in his right arm caught up with him. Connor laid himself back down. His breathing had returned to normal. Connor lay there in silence for a few more minutes before he heard footsteps approaching. They were too heavy to be Maya. He then saw the two. He watched as the Klingon named Maal exchanged pleasantries as he introduced himself as well as the Ovri, Vojona. "I'd rather just change my own linens if you don't mind." Connor said without much emotion. Connor didn't want to speak about the nightmare he had just experienced, so he simply said, "Yes, I slept fine, thank you." Connor listened as Nurse Maal asked him about his arm. "It hurts when I make too much contact to quickly but it's fine. It won't kill me."

Hylota read over the file quickly before she nodded and looked to Connor and sighed as he insisted that he could take care of himself. Hylota shook her head and frowned. She handed the PADD back to Maal and took over the situation. "Ensign Matthews, you suffered a burn due to proximity to an energy weapon blast. You suffered heat and radiation damage, as much as we would like to discharge you as soon as possible, we still must perform the proper followup." With that Hylota got a hypospray of Connor's usual medication for the pain and to dissipate any lingering radiation. "If you would please come closer for your painkillers, I would like to administer this before changing your bandages myself." She turned to Maal. "Maal, could you grab me some of the ointment for burn treatment. I think we should be able to move through this quickly so we can finally move some people put of these beds and back into the ship." Hylota knew better than to let someone expose such a wound as they were, if they did, the exposure to air would make the flesh sting, and without fresh ointment, the recovery could be much slower. And in truth he would need to get Maya to sign off on Matthews's discharge forms since she had been overseeing his treatment.

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Endeavour & Zenozine

Upon being asked to bring the compound they used for burn wounds, Maal had it already on his mind so he turned with a nod, heading towards the medical supply storage. "I think we still have a minor stockpile of dermaline gel (http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Dermaline_gel) left," he said over his shoulder with his deep voice as he walked, "perhaps just enough to treat the residual hurts of all patients still here that were subject to burn wounds on Theta Eridani IV. I will be right back, and I'll bring a fresh uniform for Ensign Matthews as well."

Thus he left Nurse Vojona and the Brig Officer behind for a short while, meaning to return with the gel and the uniform. In the meantime, someone else entered the Recovery Wards behind his back. Maal did not notice the arrival before leaving, but it was Phantom, or Lt Cmdr. Phanatos Kilinvoss, the Wing Commander of the Valkyrie Mk. II Dor'GhItlh Squardon from the USS Harbinger.

When he entered, it was as if a hush settled upon the wards, eyes drawn to his ghastly face. He wore his white-collared uniform, reflecting the milky white substance that had once been his left eye. The stark artificial light of the wards made the scar tissue of his face gleam, and when he laid his mismatched eyes upon the Ovri and her patient, it was like a kick in the teeth. He went to them both, his presence filling the area more than the fact of his body, and his tone was eerily polite - like a veiled death threat.

"I require pain medication, strongest available," he rasped, his voice as damaged as his face, "for obvious reasons. Would you mind getting some for me? I got some from your ilk down on the planet, but I don't remember what they were called."

Having made his request to the Nurse, the Lieutenant Commander turned his dead eye on the Security Officer on the biobed. "Good morning, Ensign," he said, baring teeth as he pronounced the man's rank, "I will leave as soon as I get what I need... so that you may have your treatment. I am sure you can wait for a moment longer."

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OOC: Link (http://houseeros.com/roleplay-role-playing-forum/index.php?topic=25901.0) to the Harbinger's Crew manifest and the bio of Phantom. Here are the images:
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[ Recovery Ward ] Attn: Endeavour & Auctor Lucan

Hylota was caught off guard by the sudden new arrival behind her and Phanatos's sudden insertion of himself into the situation. It was like looking at a burned anatomical model of a human, it took Hylota a moment to return her focus on the task that was asked of hr and she looked from Connor back to Phanatos and sighed. And here she was thinking that she would be able to get through this without trouble. "Yes sir, but if my associate returns with the treatment for Ensign Matthews I will have to return to him." She changed her attention back to he PADD.

She pulled up Phanatos's data and she looked it all over. Sh found what he had been given on the plane and then looked for if there was any of it left in stock still. As she skimmed over the data she frowned and sighed. "I am sorry sir, but the medication you receive on the planet is no longer in direct stock and I do not have the clearance to replicate any for you. If you would like you could take a weaker pain killer,or you could wait for my CO to conclude his time with Dr. Maya so he can meet with you about renewing your prescription." As she was standing there she pulled up the other medications they had in stock and looked for ones that has no problems being mixed with what Phanatos had been taking.

Finishing that off Hylota tuned back to Connor and she switched back to his information. "But right now I need to perform a simple exam to see how Ensign Matthews recovery is going."  She pulled up a little form and looked to Connor. "If you could, please touch your thumb to your fingertips,  would like to make sure that you have not had any damage to your motor functions. And after that we will go over some simple stretches and we should be able to get you out of here today if you prove to have no complications." She prepared to send the discharge forms to Dr. Maya for when they finished everything up here.

[Surresh Morali | Main Sickbay]Attn: Dr. Maya, Auctor Lucan

The former Ash'reem sank further and further into the illusion that his beloved Amikris was there with him, holding him, doing things unto him that were an utter delight, that men of any species would enjoy. Well, granted not all male species that the Temporal Affairs officer had encountered - remembered encountering - had functioning prostate gland, so that bit might not have been as well enjoyed across all cultures. But really, that kind of conscious thought was stricken from the now humans mind. He was an overload of sensation, and was far past the point of knowing that something different was going on.

As far as Surresh was concerned, Amikris was there, wanting him more then she'd ever wanted him before. Needing him, because he needed her, and he needed her to need him. There was that ghost of a sense of loss, deep, terrible loss. Of being utterly alone. And she was his soothing balm. Was it from the fact that he'd been stripped away from his previous crew, restored to his proper place in time with his memories woefully unintact? Was it that they were the last two Ash'reem on the ship? Or was that lingering sense of loss something deeper, something more? It didn't matter. His lover was here. She was - oh yes - she was taking him down to the root. He could hear her, feel her gag a bit - odd, she'd never had that issue before - he didn't complain at all. Weak hands reached out. They ran though what felt like those luscious, long red curls, even when in reality they were anything but. His now pink fingers formed a tight fist in her hair - harder to do with Dr. Maya's shorter cut, but manageable all the same, gripping with a hunger as his hips rose up off the biobed. This in turn caused her finger to shift deeper, and his moans to grow higher pitched.

<Close, close> he moaned in his native tongue, something that Dr. Maya would more likely understand the mental impression of than the butchered phonetic representation his human vocal cords tried to screech out, as much as by the way his balls grew tighter up against him. He groaned in frustration as he felt those perfect lips pull back and away in response to his moaned out pleas, but only to hiss in joy when her lithe body crawled over him. In his mind, this is what his beloved would do. That it matched up perfectly to what Dr. Nicander had instructed - well, the good doctor knew a thing or two about how mates reacted, and how Amikris Neotin in particular behaved. It was no surprise that the hedonist physician's instructions were well received by the prone, aching male.

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OOC: Dr. Maya - took just the tiniest bit of liberty with your character. Hope thats ok. If not I can edit.

OOC:  No worries, Maya's telepathic sexual facilitator training has prepared her to take suggestion and follow her partner's need, I mean, lead.  When Maya makes telepathic contact in a sexual situation, it's practically an invitation for g moding!

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Maya groaned as she lowered herself onto him.  She placed her fingertips on Sarrash's face so she would know exactly how he perceived this and what he wanted her to do.  The little Vulcan's secret to being a sexual facilitator is that she could use her telepathy to give her paramours exactly what they wanted and share their pleasure.  In this way she shared the sexual preferences of whomever she was with. 

But right now she was with someone who was unsettlingly similar to herself.  A temporal castaway, left utterly alone in the cosmos.  For the two of them there were no loved ones to go back to, there was no home, there was no company, no soul mate, no one they had anything in common with.   And both had lost the only other person they had made a connection with.   The similarities in their pasts threatened to make the feelings they shared dangerously genuine. 

Maya groaned as she pushed down on him to get him inside.  The muscles on her slender thighs flexed and strained as she grimaced at the sensation of his manhood pushing its way into her tight slender body.  She shook her head to clear the wild locks of red hair that existed only in her patient's mind and shuddered as he slowly slid up into her.  Then he bucked and her mouth fell open.  She felt the water fill her gills and the warmth of Sarrash's body. 

The entire time the clinical part of Maya's mind scanned Sarresh's nervous system and monitored his blood pressure, heart rate and other vitals.   Her hedonistic side lost herself in his fantasy.   With her mental processes divided the way they were Maya quickly lost all rational thought and acted on instinct, responding to her patient's instincts more than her own.

He could feel her touch on his jaw, on his cheeks, and he tried to nuzzle against those finger tips. It was as if he had a greater awareness of Amikris, but was unable to focus in on exactly what that awareness was. Beyond the obvious, that is. He was very, very aware of the slick, wet warmth that was sliding down along his aching shaft. It would be impossible to be unaware, in fact. The wet of her snatch was so different than the water that he felt surrounding them, different even than the secretions from her palms, the soothing, healing balm that all Ash'reem produced. It was that perfect, slick warmth that he longed for.

Those hands of his went to her hips, under the (nonexistent) water line. He held her firmly, as he bucked upwards again. There was a desperate need for his lover, to feel her taking him him, to make her moan for him and him alone. Oh it wasn't as if their species was exactly monogamous, but she meant the world to him. She was his reason for trying to put aside his hate, put aside his disrepair at the situation. It wasn't like he was doing it for Jien Ives. Sure, the man had said...had said...what had he said? Sarresh couldn't remember, and it didn't matter. His reason for living was righ there, ridding him in the warm waters they shared, squeezing every aching hard inch of his erection.

The reality of what was going on was lost on Sarresh. He had no idea that slowly, in the middle of coitus, the Vulcan doctor was rewiring his mental and physical pathways. That she was ensuring that once the time traveling now human woke up, that his new body would respond properly to the mental commands, most of them subconscious and automatic, that his mind would make. He had no ability to understand that he was, in fact, fucking a complete stranger, a being utterly alien to him in very way imaginable, and not his redheaded lover. Nor could he understand that said lover was well and truly dead, her remains long disintegrated in a pool of super hot acidic water, left forever on that hellish planet.

No, as far as Sarresh was concerned, he was having the ride of his life. His perfect mate was grinding down against him as he filled her tightly with his cock, aching for that sweet, heated release that only she could give him.

[ Recovery Wards ] Attn: Zenozine

Phantom bared his teeth - on the side that didn't already show teeth - when it was suggested that the nurse's clerical shortcomings stood in the way for his pain medication. He was about to tear into her like a phaser canon when she mentioned that the alternative was to wait for Doctor Maya... and he set his teeth back together. While the ruin of his bad eye may have mimicked the movement, his seeing eye shifted towards the door to Main Sickbay, wondering why the Vulcan was there with the senior doctor...

Had he hurt her enough the night before to merit a physical?

"I will take what you can give me then," he rasped to the alien female, or male. He was not sure. His remaining eyebrow drew down as he realised he'd seen it on the Harbinger too. Good lips, no tits and narrow hips. Her alien voice sounded feminine though. Did she not have an Ovri brother that was far easier on the eye from the neck-down? It mattered naught to him. He just wanted his medication and to get off the bloody ship with his pilots. If the Vulcan decided to squeal on him, despite her promises not to, he did not want to linger. He took the small canister from the nurse's frog fingers and nodded with cursory, false gratitude. Behind his back, she turned to her first patient, and Phantom was about to leave for good... when he saw two patients sitting in another area of the Wards.

His scowl grew as he stepped towards them. "Smoke. Titan," he rasped as he regarded them, both looking like they had been in a fight the night before. "I don't care what you did as long as you can fly. Do you still have clearance?"

"Yeah," one of them said, "just some good old fighting over a skirt."

"I expect you to report to the Flight Deck at 1000 hrs. Clean yourselves up, will you?" He was already heading for the exit, thinking that perhaps it was not just himself that needed to leave the fancy starship before someone expected him to show up for a hearing in Security. On the way out, he spotted Husker as well. "That goes for you too. Make sure you are cleared to fly at 1000 hrs."

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Inside, Maal returned, and together with Hylota, they gave Connor Matthews the last treatment he needed from them and then forwarded the paperwork to Doctor Maya for her perusal. In the meantime, it was agreed that he was free to leave and assume administrative duties with his department. And while he may have left, the rounds continued, and it was not until an half an hour had passed until they got the opportunity to retreat to the medical lab for something to drink. During the last couple of days, the medical labs had become a retreat for the personnel in Sickbay that needed to get away for a while - to collect their heads after seeing so much burn victims.

"I wonder what they will be discussing on the Senior Staff Meeting," commented Maal, nursing a cup of coffee in one hand - making the cup look like it was made for a small girl. "I'm a nurse, not a commander, but I think we are in a really weak position to do anything at all."

Maal opened the collar of his undershirt and sat back on the diagnostics table, collecting his thoughts a bit. He had stopped thinking about the mission and the poor tactical position they had for their mission, and his thoughts instead fell on his new colleague. "Odd how both you and your brother look like women, only more... pronounced when it comes to your brother. You must find the Klingon people to have strange appearences, being so different as we are to you."

Hylota joined Maal in the Medical labs, she took a seat on a counter that had been cleared off for more sitting space since the room lacked chairs for the entire staff to sit. As Maal questioned what the senior staff was meeting about Hylota shrugged and added her own opinion to the mix. "I have not real idea, but I would wager it has something to do with the sheer amount of crew transferred here to the Theurgy. Probably talking about what our ships shall be doing now. I also think thy were talking bout what they could do to save your Federation, because we cannot exactly just rush off to do this, otherwise we might cause a justifiable war against the Federation to "Remove the Parasite Menace."" She shook her head. "If not for the intentions of our pursuers being to eliminate us, I would suggest we abandon one ship and fill it with benign chemicals that mix into a deadly toxin, take a page from the Ovri battle tactics."

She looked to Maal and smiled  at his comment. "Actually your race is confusing for our men, your females are like effeminate males to us, and your males are gruff and rough looking females in our opinion. But the biggest oddity is hair, we have never developed it." She shrugged and leaned back. "It is such a soft thing, although I cannot imagine the hassle of managing such a thing that is always growing, the sleek bald form of the Ovri is much more efficient." She chuckled. "But the overall female look of our people is probably attributed to the scents we produce, males produce only one, while females can produce several. Like with humans, they all produce estrogen, but males also make testosterone which overpowers it, but alter their amount of estrogen and you can make a male human look female." She rubbed her head as she pick up a glass of water. "I hope that makes sense." She leaned forward now.

Hylota took a drink of he water an sighed. "Although it has been put on the table in the past that males have the glands removed from them, give them a more fema..." She shook her head. "Sorry, male look to them. Unfortunately this has not been a simple thing,  the science has no purpose and a lot of risks, and it kills sex appeal for us." She shrugged. "Personally I think h thing we should focus on is a better ability to recover from small wounds, right now we have trouble with them and risk infection easily. An coming into a Federation where cutting off an are to fix it is not a reasonable response anymore." She chuckled before taking another drink of water.

Listening, Maal's mind - while by far not the quickest but still keen enough - lingered on the cultural differences and physiology of the Ovri, since he had little more to offer than Hylota about the speculation about what the Senior Staff would be talking about.

"This hair-growth is my bane," he said, sipping his coffee with ill humour because of the topic, "I shave twice a day, and I have been forced to learn how to cut my own hair since I have to do it so often. These eyebrows perpetually want to grow upwards like two horns, and while my back was spared, my front has a thick jungle of hair that I don't know what to do about. Even though I have been raised human, I still have the hair-growth of the Klingon people." To show her, he raised his hand and unzipped his undershirt a bit further, displaying a the coarse, dark hair spreading from the centre of Maal's pectoral muscles. "At this point, I envy your people, who does not need to spend so much on personal grooming."

He zipped up his undershirt again and pondered the facts laid out about the gender specifics of the Ovri. He mulled it over while he drank some more coffee. "I see no point in removing body parts because of interspecies social exchange. That would be absurd. Instead, I think its just an initial threshold of unfamiliarity that both the species in the Federation and the Ovri have to cross. Humanity has become very accepting when it comes to expression of sexuality and love between same-gendered people. Four hundred years ago, such was not the case, but Humanity has evolved. More so than my native people."

Maal rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble even though he shaved early that morning, and looked out over the medical lab, seeing that many returned to their duties even if they had just sat down. "Its not common practice to amputate," Maal confessed, feeling a little squeamish just thinking about it."Especially for wounds that we normally don't treat with dismemberment... In any case, I find your species fascinating, and I hope you can forgive me for looking a bit too long at your brother because of his glands. I do not know about your pheromones, but I will try to help in make sure the other nurses on the Theurgy knows more about your species so that you need not correct everyone you work with."

Putting the empty cup aside, Maal thought some more. "Will you miss the Harbinger now that there is a lot of crew here that is unaware of your specific psychology?"

[Maya | Main Sickbay] Attn: Brutus, Auctor Lucan

In the meantime, Maya was riding her patient while being completely lost in his fantasy.  "Oh!" the slender Vulcan moaned in a surprisingly loud voice.  "Sarresh!" she cried as the pinky of her right hand slid into the corner of her patient's mouth.   Her crotch slapped obscenely against his body as she increased her rhythm.  At this moment the part of her mind that wasn't monitoring his health was consumed by his need for Amikris Noeten, so now she needed him.  The emptiness in her mind was excruciating, she was using Sarresh's fantasy to fill it.  Or was it the strain of compartmentalizing her mind while receiving such intense stimulation that was excruciating?

In the meantime the analytical part of her mind received instructions through her earpiece.  "Very good, doctor," Doctor Nicander's deep voice purred into her ear, "the patient's neural network appears to be fully aligned, and you have been able to verify the health, strength and mobility of the patient's new body. You are allowed to climax at any time, and it would be beneficial if you could make him reach his own peak as well. This is his last moments with his the image of his mate, so make sure they count. If I were you, I would say farewell to him as well. Then, you will give him the sedatives in the hypospray lying on the table next to the biobed."

"F-farewell!" she groaned as the imaginary water in her mind surged around the operating room.  "Unh!" Hallucinations may have been healthy for the Denobulan mind but they weren't for a Vulcan's. 

"When I say the word that will wake you from your trance, you will not remember me telling you to remove your clothes or encouraging sexual activity with the patient," Lucan's commanding voice instructed, "but you will remember what you have done. I have not been able to witness your actions, never seen your naked body on your side of the glass wall, but I have seen the readings, supported you with my comments about his nerves, and detected a state of arousal in the patient. I found it natural given the manual application of the gel and the neuro-pressure massage. That you would have taken advantage of the patient for your own gain, or realised the need to help him come to terms with the loss of his mate and acted for his benefit... I leave entirely to you to rationalize. I don't care, as long as you do not remember my involvement besides the medical practice," he said before he spoke the word to release her from her trance.  "Birdcage."

She emerged from her trance to feel Sarresh's healthy member sliding within her moist tight body. 
"Anh!" she cried as her hips ground against him as she glanced about the room, momentarily bewildered.   The water had vanished.  Her skin was once more 'fish bait white' flushing lime green instead of the blue with green stripes of an Ash'reem girl.  "Oh!" she cried as she looked down and saw Sarresh's newly human face grimacing in ecstasy, her artificial eyes closed quite shut.  Suddenly she was Maya, Vulcan physician, who was grinding against her patient like an Orion slave girl in a Ferengi porn program.  Any pretense of Vulcan dignity was scattered to the four winds.

Her distress lasted less than a second before her training kicked in.  She had to reestablish contact with Sarresh and gave him what he wanted.   She bent forward, rolling her eyes as she pushed against him and placed her fingertips on his face.  She moaned out as his thoughts thrust into her mind and his masculinity thrust into her body.

As Maal reveled his chest Hylota felt warm as she noted his strong musculature and well built form. She was about to think of his mating qualities before she stopped herself and cursed her fertility and adolescent desires. Hylota dragged herself back to the conversation and listened to Maal and sat quietly before he inquired about her status aboard the Theurgy and she sighed. "Well to be honest Maal the help would be nice, but in truth I had no friends aboard the Harbinger. When we learned the truth of the Theurgy my brother and I realized we would be branded traitors ad we withdrew. I was not interested in making ties outside of professional ones with my CO so I have come from nothing into nothing socially with this transfer." She downed the rest of her water and let what she said sink in for Maal.

"As for your other points, Ovri are quite often debating the need of males if we were able to master self fertilization or asexual reproduction. To become  genderless race with no need for sex. It is a popular idea among some of the theoretical science fields and a handful of biologists. I myself have thought about the value of losing genders for the good of the race, but the artists have made good points against the idea, to abandon so much of who we are as Ovri is considered akin to eliminating what the Ovri are." she raised her empty glass to drink again only to find out she had emptied it and she sighed. "Our sexual pairings have never mattered because a lusting female never goes after another female, they always find a male. When outside of that time we can have fun with whomever we choose. It educates us and can help us learn bout our bodies. Things have only gotten complicated as we have interacted with other races who do not share the same physical appearance."

Without a drink she st the glass aside and leaned back. "As or what you did with Vinata, do not worry about it. You should have seen day one, he was put in the girls quarters and nearly had a heart attack as one of the senior students at the academy began to hit on him thinking he was a woman. Apparently he inquired about his mating habits and sexual desires...or was it fetishes." She smirked and waved her hand dismissively. Oh well, what is important s you got this out of the way before he was wake, just treat him like a normal male and you will be fine with him." he got up and patted Maal's shoulder and she had a strange feeling as her mind remembered the fear of the night before and pushing way on Lucan, but could not bring up anything other than a vague strange feeling.

Hylota stood there for a moment before shaking hr head and smiling. "As for the dismembering, when you get a gash in your rm, and it would take less time to cut it off and let it regrow than have it recover, what would you pick? Ovri medicine really lags behind in recovery terms, we rely quit heavily in our regeneration abilities." Her hand remained on Maal's shoulder, holding it more and more firmly.

[Lt (jg) Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay] Attn: Dr Maya

There was no break, no mental disconnect for Sarresh. There was no shattering of attention nor realization of his true surroundings. For Lt. Morali, the illusion of his lover remained intact. It was her finger he sucked when it slipped past his lips in an obscene fashion. Her pussy that was clamping down on his still very Ash'reem cock. It wasn't the lithe Vulcan woman suddenly fully aware of her position a top the newly reconstructed human male under her.

For Sarresh, the need was there to rut his lover, to fill her with his seed and claim her all over again. Some desperation from his subconscious - a latent memory of her death, perhaps? Driving him on to reaffirm their life together. Or just his species need to propagate despite all the difficulties inherent in their genetic structures, not unlike the Andorian peoples (though, as a gender binary species, the issues the Ash'reem faced were not the same as the Quaternary-gendered Androian's).

Regardless of the underlying factors driving the former Ash'reem on, the simple fact remained that Sarresh Morali very much wanted to have that release with the woman he thought of as Amikris Neotin. And that thought was at the forefront of his mind when Dr Maya placed her fingers back on his temples, eliciting a whimper from his newly pinked lips. He tried to reach up and kiss her, to claim her mouth with is in what felt like a natural coupling. His fingernails scored her back, the curve of her ass, digging in, and holding on firmly as his hips left the bio-bed beneath his body. His heels planted firmly on what he felt as the bottom of a river bed, 'digging in' to the 'sand' beneath them for leverage.

And then he began to well and truly rut her from below, hips pistoning, bouncing her against his waist, driving that cock as deeply as he could as he let out a series of increasingly obscene moans.

[ Medical Lab 02 ] Attn: Zenozine

Hearing Hylota advise him to treat Vinata as any other man aboard, Maal nodded to the simple and sound advice. Knowing what he knew, he did not think it would be too hard to do so either.

He glanced up towards the Ovri female when she came to stand by his side, putting her hand on his shoulder. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, but just as quick as the spell had come it was gone, and she was asking him what choice he would make. "Well," he said to Hylota and put his own cup aside, thoughts returning to the abilities and biology of the Ovri, knowing there was more to them than met the eye. In Hylota's regard, she had just said that their sexual pairings were not restricted to matrimony. That females would always chose males in their stage of fertility, but would educate themselves with whomever they chose to outside of those times in their life. Therefore, Maal wondered if he was reading too much into her sudden proximity. Was she merely socialising, which he thought... or was she willing to mate, or just educate herself?

Clearing his throat, Maal answered the question. "It would depend on if I can still use the arm or not. I would not like to remove a limb just because some gash, since I have use of my arm in my duties and my everyday life. To wait for it to regrow seems to me... rash, and ineffective."

She was looking at him with those lidded black eyes, and had yet to remove her hand from his strong shoulder. Realising this, Maal wondered what she was up to but since they did not know each other well enough yet, it was not like he could ask her straight out. He slid down from the diagnostics table, catching his balance as he landed by the help from her hand and putting his own on her shoulder. She had the stability and strength of a human male, which belied her exotic face and lips. It was a contrast which still perplexed him, and he had never thought a male body like hers - patterned and scaled like snakeskin - would intrigue him. It seemed the education in Ovri biology had peaked his interest.. or there was something else happening in his mind. Was it pheromones? He let go of her shoulder.

"I need to go to the restroom before we return to the wards. I will be back soon," he said after she had talked about limb regrowth, and he walked off to collect his thoughts, stepping out of the lab and entered one of the medical staff's restrooms. He frowned as he looked himself in the wide mirror, knowing that he had no need to relieve himself in one of the stalls but merely to collect his thoughts... slow but keen as they were.

[ Main Sickbay ] Attn: Brutus & Doctor Maya

Standing behind his one-way mirror of a wall, Lucan admired the play of light across the bodies upon the biobed, gratified to see that Mr. Morali had quickened enough to display the full sexual functionality of his new body. Doctor Maya was performing admirably too, responding to the development in full. The readings of the Ash'reem-turned-human were off the chart now that the sexual activity was at its peak, and Lucan could verify that even though Sarresh's body was completely regrown, the Asurian blank cells had not given him a body that needed time to regrow strength and stamina.

As for himself, he was appreciating the display beyond the glass the way an artist might, having manipulated events and medical practice to enable Sarresh to say his farewells to Amikris. He'd had already had sex with Doctor Maya in the medical storage room, but that did not mean he did not enjoy the sight of her glistening body riding on top of his patient. He was a bit hard from watching them, but he did not let his own arousal impede his thoughts and his focus upon the readings. If Sarresh had a problem in his new body, he had to be there to correct it else all the time invested in the project would be lost. So when the act seemed to come to its crescendo, Lucan made no haste in activating the comm-link to Maya's earpiece.

"Very good, doctor," he said in his deep voice, checking his nails as he spoke, "the patient's neural network appears to be fully aligned, and you have been able to verify the health, strength and mobility of the patient's new body. You are allowed to climax at any time, and it would be beneficial if you could make him reach his own peak as well. This is his last moments with the image of his mate, so make sure they count. If I were you, I would say farewell to him as well. Then, you will give him the sedatives in the hypospray lying on the table next to the biobed."

Pacing a little as he spoke, Lucan finished his instructions, completing his masterpiece. "When I say the word that will wake you from your trance, you will not remember me telling you to remove your clothes or encouraging sexual activity with the patient, but you will remember what you have done. I have not been able to witness your actions, never seen your naked body on your side of the glass wall, but I have seen the readings, supported you with my comments about his nerves, and detected a state of arousal in the patient. I found it natural given the manual application of the gel and the neuro-pressure massage. That you would have taken advantage of the patient for your own gain, or realised the need to help him come to terms with the loss of his mate and acted for his benefit... I leave entirely to you to rationalise. I don't care, as long as you do not remember my involvement besides the medical practice," he said firmly, speaking into her ear while she rode the reborn Science Officer, "Birdcage."

The word said, Lucan had brought Maya out of the trance as far as the practice was concerned... He watched what happened in the transition, smiling a little. Then, he said, "Treatment complete, Doctor Maya. I will compile the data for a while then I will come out there. Should take me two minutes or so. Make sure to clean up the patient after you have sedated him."

Oh, it would be amusing to watch her both trying to finish off Sarresh and also say her farewells as Amikris in that short time...

Hylota being who she was, she did not realize that she was accidentally suggesting that she wanted to mate with Maal. She had not thought about such hings and it was leading to an awkward moment she had not intended. However as Maal inquired about the pain in limb and the loss of it Hylota decided to elaborate a little more. "Well gashes often do cause pain and leave scar, and this can cause problems by hindering movement or motor functions, so it is easier just to wait a year to let something regrow, rather than deal with long term damage."

She would have gone on to explain that it was also a good way to gather genetic samples for testing, pay someone for an arm an test medical ides out on actual Ovri tissue instead of synthetic materials. As Maal was off in the bathroom Hylota sat and relaxed, she had no real idea what she could do with her time as she waited for her brother to wake up, and she knew that she should not go  far since the patient they operated on in the morning was possibly going to wake up later on and she should be there for that if it happened. So for now Hylota just sat and waited for Maal to return, he was not gong anywhere and he might as well have some conversation with a hansom man while she was at it.

As she thought the last bit Hylota put hear face into her hand and groaned, why was she doing this? Why did she have to be so unrefined when she was in her fertile period, it was intolerable sometimes, and come on why was she now looking at Maal this way, he clearly was more interested in  woman that looked like...well a woman, and she was manly to say the least.She shook her head and groaned as she tried to think about something else, but it was too late, she was beginning to feel moist. Hylota bit hr lip as she placed a hand at her crotch and began to gently rub as she tried to relieve herself before Maal got back.

[ Maya | Main Sickbay ]

"Ah!  Ah!"  Maya cried as she ground herself against him.  She fled the shock and humiliation of finding herself naked as an utblat and riding her patient by losing herself in his fantasy.  Right now it made no logical sense to be Maya the abused neurosurgeon.   Right now she wanted to be Amikris Noeten, plucky young cadet and the desire of Sarresh Morali, a man who had given up everything to come back into the past to save the future.  At that moment, not only was she willing to give him anything, she wanted to be the woman he loved. 

"Oh Sarresh!" she moaned in her closest approximation of his native tongue as she bent forward to let him claim her lips.  "Uh!" she cried as she sat up again as she shuddered in ecstasy.   "My love--"

Suddenly, Lucan's voice was in her ear, breaking her out of the spell she had allowed her patient to put her under.  "Treatment complete, Doctor Maya. I will compile the data for a while then I will come out there. Should take me about two minutes or so. Make sure to clean up the patient after you have sedated him."

Maya grimaced helplessly as her body writhed in her climax.  Once again she was Maya of Vulcan, physician, neurologist, and judgmentally compromised.   Reality came back and slapped her in the face.  It was impossible for the little Vulcan's normally pallid skin to flush any greener but the burning sensation she felt on her body meant that it was giving a very heroic try.   Moaning in shame, she pulled herself off her patient and crouched on the floor in a fetal position as she tried to organize her thoughts.

"Peace, calm, tranquility," she murmured in the Vulcan tongue.  "Peace, calm, tranquility."

In every person's life there comes a moment when they wish they had listened to their parents.  Maya's parents had warned her that emotions were distracting and clouded judgment and at the moment she was in no position to argue.   Emotions were an indulgence that had no place in the operating room and in fact they felt quite painful at the moment.  Shivering on the floor, the little Vulcan took a deep breath and concentrated on controlling her involuntary reactions and suppressing her feelings.  

After a moment or two, she rose from the floor and silently dressed in her surgical scrubs.  She picked up a small medical device and held it over Sarresh's groin as she used her thumb and forefinger to adjust the position of his masculinity.   A tiny cone of defuse white light shone out of the handheld instrument and where it shone their juices vanished.  Making a decision, she shone the light on her free hand and then placed it on Sarrash's face.  "Goodbye my love," she murmured in the Ash'reem tongue.  "Sleep."

[ Medical Lab 02 ] Attn: Zenozine

Eventually, Maal exited the restroom, rubbing his head in lingering thoughts.

Not being the most confident about how to deal with females to begin with, given their tendencies to expect something else than he was from him, the situation with Hylota was confusing on another level. Now he had expectations for what females ought to be like, and she was not, so that ought to add up to his disinterest in her. However, given how she was unprecedented, and he had gained insight into her species and their culture, in her role in their society and how they might lead their lives, even in her as a person, she was no longer a stranger. She might be alien, different, and not wearing the kind of body females were supposed to in his culturally biased opinion, but she had become female in his eyes right from the start because of physical and behavioural traits besides the mere fact of her bodily appearance. She wore a woman's face and her voice, while alien in intonation, was decidedly not masculine. Moreover, he was confused about his trail of thought. Why was he rationalising his own interest in her as a female?

Had the catalyst been her touch and close familiarity with him? Something she said or did along the way? Surely he had not given her any kind of signal..? He had merely shown how hairy he was, which to him was not exactly flattering in any regard...

He returned to the corner of the Medical Lab they had taken for their own, stepping around the corner whilst being silent and in deep, slow thoughts. He raised his brown eyes to say they ought to review the journals to select the next tier of paitents that could be returned to their quarters... when he saw her touching herself.

"I..." he said and cleared his throat with a rumble, "I am sorry, I did not realise you were... Shall I go? I can start going over the next..." He lost the words in short order, and he just turned to leave instead before he'd make a larger fool than he already was, which was quite an accomplishment given how large he was and how foolish he felt.

Hylota had not managed to get far with pleasuring herself, when working through an outfit it was not as easy to get off. As she was caught by Maal she turned a dark brownish as she blushed and quickly crossed her legs and put her hand behind her. As Maal apologized and offered to leave her Hylota bit her lip, pushing out her hidden band of cartilage out to actual bite herself as a punishment for her action. As Maal was about to leave Hylota reached out and called to him. "No wait, I am sorry...I just couldn't help myself." She rubbed her arm as she got up and walked towards her colleague. "I am kind of stuck in...hat is it mammals get...in heat? I am getting hit randomly with these peaks of arousal and it is really hard to ignore them and just ride things out." She swallowed hard as she stood a little way from Maal and looked at him.

"I would like to say that i wont happen gain...but it is just going to get worse." She sighed as she decided to commit to explaining herself to this man, her first friend in a long time. "Listen Maal...I rally like your company, I would love to have you as a friend...but please understand that I am not in a good point right now, and for he next few months things are going to get hard for me and I will be fighting to stop doing what you just saw all the time. I is not something I want to have happen but it is part of my biology,I cannot control it...and it is extremely embarrassing...please do not let this ruin any friendship we might have had...but if you do not want to see me again I can understand that." Hylota rubbed her arm, i was awkward to see a person that looked like a grown man acting so timid.

Hylota was not sure what else she could say, she was horny on a level she had trouble fighting and it was going to force her out of her work in matter of days. and then when the eggs started to grow she would not be able to work again. She did not want slip ups like this to ruin any chance she might have a friends.

First hearing about Hylota ovulating certainly explained her inclination to mastrubate, and judging by her choice to do so in a public area, Ovri females truly had to have a strong sexual drive during those phases in their lives. Maal had paused, of course, and listened as she continued to explain that she could not help herself and that this time of fertility could last for more than just a couple of weeks for the females of her people.

When she said she liked to be friends with him, there was a kind of bittersweet taste in Maal's mouth, finding himself appreciative to the words and yet also somewhat disappointed in learning that Hylota saw him as just a friend. Then again, he supposed he ought to not be too surprised given the severe differences between himself and the males of her species. Hylota would likely prefer a more... feminine man than himself, if she would even consider someone of another species than her own. Since the Ovri were new to the Federation, they might still think xenophilia unthinkable.

"Friendship is stronger than personal embarassment," he rumbled, running a hand over his ridged head while he tried to assemble his mind to speak. He attempted a smile to allay her fears as best he might, showing the teeth that numerous human dentists had helped make more akin to what humans had in their mouth. Dental surgery was not something he ever wanted to undergo again, regardless the great results. "Also, given how we work the same shifts and neither of us are likely to transfer to another part of the fleet... I think it would be rather difficult to never see each other again. Besides, what you were doing was perfectly natural, if only a bit ill-advised considering the regulations about behaviour in the public areas of the ship."

Turning fully to face Hylota, he set his hands on his hips and looked at her. He pretended that his savage biology had not reacted to the primal display - that the slight tumescence did not show enough for her to notice - and cleared his throat. "I imagine that it will be difficult, and that we might not be working the shifts together if things will turn as bad as you say, but there must be some kind of help for you to lessen the symptoms. Why not ask Dr. Nicander for help in getting you medication? Surely the females of your would had to have some means to cope with all of this?"

As Maal explained that things were alright and that she was not in trouble with him she let out a long sigh and shuddered slightly. "Oh thank goodness. thank you Maal, I will never betray your friendship." She smiled a him, she had no idea that he had any intention of being more than a friend. if she had she might have moved to try and find relief with him. But s he asked hr how her people usually found relief and if there were medications she could use Hylota nodded. "Yes there re medications I could use, but at this point they cannot do anything else to help. And Dr. Nicander is currently busy but he said he would look at the medication later on for me to see if he can help."

As she thought about the alternative means for release Hylota sighed. "Well it is not something we can fight forever, every female goes through it, the easiest solution it to just give in to the urges. Have an hour of sex and cooling down and then work from an isolated environment so you can avoid distracting others. Of course without any ties I do not think I will be having sex with anyone." She sighed and rubbed her head. "With the way things are going for me I will have to go back to my room during my next break and work to get myself off." She sighed and shuddered slightly.

He put on an unserious smile. "Shame you probably do not want to do anything with me." She chuckled and sighed as she looked to the hands on her hips and chuckled. "So what is with the hands on your hips right now? I thought people usually put hands on on thir hips when things would get serious." She looked down at his hips again and then blushed as she noticed the sizable bulge in the uniform of her comrade and she instinctively moved closer. "O-Oh my...you appear to be um...quite sizable...and erect..." She began to breath more heavily as she looked t the cock and then looked up at Maal, desire on her face. "I could help you with that if you helped me with my desire Maal.'' She pressed closer untill until her hips met his.

Maal thought he would be able to hide his thoughts and primal nature without discovery, that he would be able to maintain a human semblance of etiquette and social connection with his colleagues. Alas, his Klingon biology had caught up with him in the face of such strong female urges that Hylota displayed, both in the way she had been caught and what she was saying. She even suggested that she'd take care of her urges during her next break, and the idea - combined with his imagination - spoke to him in a way that made his blood boil.

Yet for all his guarded thoughts and composure, he actually flinched when Hylota discovered his state or arousal. He opened and closed his mouth, hands dropping to his sides. Should he cover himself? Should he...

Then she was right there, making him an offer he had never gotten before in such a on-towards manner. His hardness throbbed in the pressure of their bodies meeting, extending further by the promise of more. 'Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours' they said back on Earth, but Maal had never heard it used quite in that way before. Hylota's face was right below his own, her exotic features catching the light and her dark eyes looking up at him. She might have the bodily strength of a man under that uniform, but she was not stronger than him. In essence, with her face so feminine, she was to him bodily a fit woman without breasts... and there were human women who were seen as no less women because of it. Those thoughts had grown more and more obvious throughout the morning they had spent together... leading up to the tense moment they now shared.

Maal found himself raising his hands in silence, wrapping his fingers around the Ovri's waist. He imagined Klingon women would be muscular as well, and despite his upbringing, the feeling of Hylota's abdominal musculature against his thumbs made a low, rumbling sound escape from the bottom of his throat. His eyes were hooded under his dark eyebrows, and his hands slid down to her hips, holding her against his throbbing tumescence. His blood willed him to claim this woman, and he breathed heavily through his nostrils before he spoke.

"We are on a break now," he almost growled, and he glanced towards other medical staff working further off in the lab. "Medical supply storage. Meet me there."

Then he walked off, his thoughts racing, but his mind was nowhere as quickened as his blood.

Hylota stood there silently against Maal for a few tense moments before he moved and put his hands upon her and she smiled. this coupled with the look on his face would have scared away most women, but to her she thought he looked rather handsome. he looked oddly appealing and she wanted o get closer still,his growls reminded her of her mating chirps and she could not help but place  hand on his chest. He was so much stronger and bigger than her, he was beginning to see why females of other races liked this in men so much, it gave an odd sense of security that she really desired in this hectic and troubled time, wrapped in his arms she felt safe.

But this moment was short lived as Maal broke things off and looked at the other personnel in the room with them. Hylota thought that the moment had been killed here and she would be left aroused and horny for he rest of the shift until Maal filled her in on his plan. She blinked and looked up at Maal with a smile as he let go of her and she watched as he left the room. Hylota placed a hand on hr heart and felt the rapid beat for a moment and thought about hat he was doing for a moment before she took another cup and had a drink.

Hylota tried to calm herself a little and waited before she too went to the door and left the lab and made her way to where she had been instructed to meet up with Maal. Entering the storage room Hylota smiled a little nervously as she rubbed her webbed hands together and looked around. "So Maal...this is where we shall find out relief...I hope you do not mind taking charge, I feel that if you let me do hat...well I might make things a little fast paced.'' She recalled her time with the half betazoid the night before and how sh had made things escalate so quickly.

Of course she did not know of the mating habits of Klingons so she did not know of their aggressive nature and strength shown during sex. Hylota just thought that things would progress like they had h night before, with lots of kissing and then sex.

Maal had been pacing the small, dark room with the blue HUD displays, their light whisking across his powerful frame as he moved. He tried to calm himself, making his native mating desires abate in their ferocious nature. Deep breaths. He had no claws to scratch with, or sharp teeth to scrape the Ovri's flesh, and no desire to frighten her. He needed to compose himself and remember that she was no Klingon woman, and the irony was that he had no idea how to mate with such either. There was only his genetic memory, and the urges he could not explain.

When Hylota entered the room, Maal did not know what to do, so he turned and faced her, hearing her suggest that he would lead the way. It felt like she asked him to man the helm of the Theurgy and navigate an asteroid field manually, meanwhile feeling drunk by the effects of his Klingon nature. She indicated that she wanted him sooner rather than later, which was the only thing he had to go on. So he cleared his throat and began to open his uniform, jacket first and undershirt afterwards. "Computer... lock the door," he said gutturally, and a chirp let him know they would have some privacy.

Realising, at that point, that him undressing was likely not doing anything for the Ovri, he let his undershirt and jacket hang open - revealing is powerful and hairy torso. He walked up to her then, and since he knew not what else to do, he looked into her eyes before he kissed her... and his hands wrapped around her waist again. He was not that much of an experienced young Klingon when it came to kissing, but at least it was better than just undressing at an arm's length of a distance between them. Also, she had said that he'd take charge, so he supposed that he ought to undress her too.

Hence, his hands came to roam her body up to her neck, where he started to tug at the zipper and the buttons to bare her torso like he had bared his own, without tugging the sleeves free from her arms. He continued kissing her, soon to gradually work on the fastenings of her uniform trousers. In a few moments of awkward tugging motions, he had them open. At that point, he felt he had to do something about his own trousers as well because of the tight confines they were for him at that point. He began to open them for her...

As Maal initiated things and locked the door for them Hylota watched for a moment, seeing how he would proceed, wondering just how much he would act on instincts. As Maal opened the front of his uniform again she smiled and blushed as she gazed upon his well built body and she smiled as she thought of how strong he was. But when he came over to her she was caught off guard by the kiss. As she was pulled in close and their lips locked Hylota's eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath as she tried to focus and prevent herself from pressing for letting her tongue into Maal's mouth. As soon as she did hat she knew things would get weird.

As her cloths were worked ff Hylota moved t follow Maal's example and she began to work off the remainder of his uniform. She tugged and pulled until she managed to push his pants down to reveal his erect member. With its release Hylota caught the smell of its musk within moments and she shuddered as she reached out and took it in her soft hands and began to massage it. Despite no wanting to take a dominant role in their sex, Hylota was still doing exactly that without so much as a second thought. Hylota wanted to breed and it was hard to fight that primal desire.

As she massaged Maal's cock thought she realized what she was doing and she began to detect the sweet taste in her mouth and she knew she needed to pull back. So Hylota pulled away from Maal and backed into a wall while panting. "s-sorry about that, I was letting things get out of hand too quickly, please, allow m to take a more submissive stance." Hylota slipped the rest of the way out of her uniform,and pulled her feet from her boots. She ran her hands over her soft lightly scaled body ad she backed up against a wall. "Please do with me as you like, but try and avoid involving my tongue, I do not think you could handle it." Hylota licked her lips, unintentionally giving them a pheromone laced coating trap to give Maal a spike of lust if he kissed them.

Maal had begun to grunt when Hylota had touched him, feelings her hands around his lightly ridged length. Like his forehead and down his spine, his reproductive organ had never been as smooth as his human friends', and while he had realised women craved it, he had felt awkward about the size and surface of his member. Such thoughts quickly slipped from his mind, however, as he lost himself in the passionate kiss he shared with the Ovri. Her taste was intoxicating, but just like that, she pulled away as if she was scared she might hurt him - leaving him bewildered and hard.

Vaguely, as he saw her bare her sex to him whilst removing her clothes, he heard her caution him in regard to her tongue, and if his own heartbeat had not overridden his higher thought processes, he might have remembered something about what the pheromones of a female might do when they were in heat. But the text on a PADD held little consequence in the promise of what lay betwixt the female's legs. He might have nodded, but he stepped after her for sure, and he crouched down before her. If he could not have her tongue, then he would give her his own. He craved to scent and taste her, feeling famished, and she was his prey...

Not too ungently, he slid his brawny arms between her thighs and lifted her up, making her sit on his shoulders while facing him - her back leaning against the wall with the shining blue displays. His fingers were splayed wide across her back, and her sex drew his mouth in like it was magnetic. He lay his open mouth against her, and he dealt her the firm strokes of his Klingon tongue and his rough lips. The stubble of his jaw slid against her minute scales without harm. He sucked upon her sensitive flesh, tasting her, and making content noises, as if he was like his blood kin and had just set his teeth into a raw Targ. Or at least that was what he imagined... He had no idea what they did.

He continued tasting her, licking deep into her  slick warmth, until the aching need in his loins could no longer be denied. He sat her webbed feet down on the floor again, and he lay back on the floor. He had wrapped one hand around her forearm and pulled her with him, wanting her on top of himself. The blue lights played across her exotic body, and as soon as she was within his reach, he lay his other hand behind her neck and pulled her face down to his own - kissing her. Tasting her, and the nectar upon her lips made his cock twitch against one of her thighs.

"Mount me," he rasped, "or I will." He did not care. He just wanted inside her.

As things progressed Hylota tried to allow things to happen, letting herself be pressed up against the wall, she felt the cold touch of metal against her skin as she was moved for Maal's convenience, as he began to eat her out Hylota moaned and pressed her hips out so he could press in more deeply and for the first time Hylota saw an upside to stubble, as he short hairs slid along her sensitive flesh she gasped and moaned in pleasure and began to rock her hips to encourage further stimulation. 

Hylota was enjoying everything that was happening as Maal started them off with the oral stimulation, buts thing changed course and Maal lowered them both to the ground and they shred an intimate kiss and for a moment Hylota was tempted to force her dominance again and take Maal as her mate, but she was snapped out of it as their kiss broke off and Hylota listened to Maal as he told her to either mount him or he would mount her. Normally Hylota would submit and take the sex, but as she was, Hyloa wanted to take charge and breed.

Hylota suddenly put her hands on Maal's shoulder, her eyes seemed darker as she spoke in a husky lust filled voice. "I will mount you like the beast you are." Hylota licked her lips again and she stretched her body, her pussy moved down sliding down along the ridged cock of the Klingon. The stimulation made her moan and pant with pleasure before she raised herself an let the cock stand tall before she lined up her pussy and slammed her hips don taking all of Maal's cock in one go. And as Maal opened his mouth to moan she pressed her advantage and pressed her lips to his and she shoved her thick strong tongue into Maal's mouth feeding him her pheromone laced saliva.

Hylota held the kiss as long as she could while she worked her vaginal muscles to form firmly around Maal' cock. As she held it she began to rotate her hips in a circulr motion as she tried to bring some added pleasure to her mate so that she might breed with him. Hylota was giving up on being submissive and was now working to take full charge as her people's women did.

That Hylota would appreciate and accommodate his thick, ridged length was no surprise to Maal, and he even wrapped his fingers around her hips to push her down unto himself. He was a little bit surprised, admittedly, by the predatory edge to her words when she said she'd mount him - even going as far as to call him a beast. Well, he supposed he was beast to her, Klingon and all, and right then, when his savage blood ran thick through his veins, it would be hypocritical to protest.

But that was nothing compared to how his eyed widened, when despite her cautionary words about her mouth she still kissed him the moment he was fully embedded inside her slick sex. Yet her damp lips were not the cause of his momentary panic. No, it was how he felt her tongue slide into his open mouth and fill his entire oral cavity. She tasted so sweet his head began to spin, and the scent coming from her open mouth filled his senses. If he had not been entirely hard for her already, the predatory kiss was like an injection of high-grade aphrodisiac, and his hardness became almost painful to him whilst it grew. His mind was reeling, and his eyes fluttered in confusion as to what was happening.

"Oh, my god," he rasped once she withdrew her tongue, which might not have been a wording not have been very Klingon of him. His mind became more and more singular in his purpose from that moment onwards.

He bucked and thrusted underneath her, driving his cock upwards in a hard and increasing rhythm. He held on to her hips to assist in her meeting motions, and he was rewarded by the sight of her from as she rode him. The blue displays around them were like stars in the dark room, and the light caressed their bare bodies whilst they began the timeless dance. Maal's mind narrowed down to his ancestral nature, and it did not take long before he attempted to roll over and have the strong female on her back.

Yet the traditional position that his human upbringing had named the missionary position was not what he was after. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind, so that was what he tried to do, wrestling her over so that she was on all fours and kneeling behind her. If he was successful was an entirely other matter, given the needs of the ovulating female.

[ Maya | Main Sickbay ]

In the meantime Maya had donned her surgical scrubs and was limping towards the door.  Her conduct this morning had been shameful.  Apparently the mental trauma she had suffered at the hands of the Harbinger's wing commander last night had caused her old conditioning as a facilitator to become active.  From now on she would only place herself in a trance in the safety of her quarters, and touching anyone's mind was out of the question.  It had been fortunate that sexual congress had apparently been the 'shakedown cruise' of Morali's new body.   The workout forced all of his hormonal and endocrine system to work as a Terrestrial homo sapiens sapiens.   It was like using a defibulator on a patient suffering from ventricular fibulation. 

How had this happened with Doctor Nicander watching?  Had the brilliant doctor determined that Morali would need sexual coitus to reset his system and was that why he had requested Maya?  Had Maya just mounted Morali on her own and had the handsome young CMO assumed that she was using an unorthodox approach to the problem.  Or was her superior officer simply so shocked that he was speechless?  Had he been called away to deal with another emergency and there was now no one watching?  Or had some nefarious person incapacitated the doctor and given her instructions to fulfill their own twisted whims?

There was a simple way to find out.  "Doctor Nicander?" she asked in an amazingly calm and professional tone.  "The patient is stable.  I request permission to return to my quarters.  It has been an exhausting morning."  While she waited for his reply to be heard in her earpiece she stood up rigidly straight and did her best to compose herself.

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OOC: Not sure what to do with Maya, but I think she leave this thread and stop distracting from Hylota and Maal's scene.

As Maal moved and shifted after he got Hylota's tongue into his mouth, Hylota could tell that thing were going to get much more interesting pretty quickly from here. But when Maal began to move and tried to move Hylota to be on her knees before him, she however was not interested in giving him what he wanted so easily. "OH what do you think you are doing Maal? I am not giving you control that easily, you want o fuck me as you see fit you will have to take control from me." Sh grinned and she pushed back using her strong thighs to her advantage.

She wrapped her legs around Mall  and moved to hold herself in her current position bouncing on his cock as best she could while he tried to change the sate of their sex and tried to move her to a more submissive position before him. Hylota however was acting on her own instincts and was fighting to try and keep her control but it was a losing battle and after a few minutes of fighting she was fucked up off of her position on Maal and was moved to the ground on her knees with Maal'a cock still buried inside of her.

As she was put on her knees before Maal her mood remained but she was not fighting to get back to her position of dominance. "OH my it seem you won this round, how about you show me what it is you wanted to do to me Maal, I m quite curious to see what exactly a Klingon is like when they are having sex." He shoved herself back against Maal's his cock pressing into her depths a her own swift pace as she clenched her pussy firmly and moved her muscles to try and milk the cock as bet he could as she was now put at Maal's mercy.

[Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay]

Dr Maya may have been broken out of her trance just before the pivotal moment by the devious commands of Lucan Nicander, but Sarresh Morali suffered no such break from 'reality'. He was still well and truly trapped in the illusion the diminutive Vulcan had helped to create in his mind as his synopsis were rewired to match a new body to an old thought pattern.

While Maya dealt with a sever identity and morality crisis, Sarresh rode the wave of ecstasy building between his legs. The way his now human balls had grown so tight as to barely move with each rocking thrust of his hips. The way fingers, pink instead of blue, held onto her hips, forcing the woman down onto his cock. After all, this was his lover, his mate, perhaps even soul mate would be the right word. The one woman in all the universe worth anything to Sarresh Morali. Making love to her like this, in the warm waters, was heaven for the time traveler, his port in the storm that had become his life.

He cried her name out in what to him sounded like their native tongue, but to anyone monitoring, came off as a choking, high pitched wail that set teeth on edge. One wondered what it did to the acute hearing of the Vulcan woman currently stuffed with his cock. And said cock jerked and sputtered inside of her. A hold over from his previous existence, and not quite changed by most of the transformations he'd undergone, the former Ash'reem retained the high level of sperm production native to his species. While it was truncated slightly when compared to other Ash'reem, it was still considerably more than average for a human male. It was powerful, and hot, and he could feel it filling the woman riding him, slipping down his shaft and coating his balls.

He was lost in that orgasm, and never noticed the way she slipped from his body. He had no idea that she was curled on the floor with his seed seeping out between her legs, struggling for control. As his head nestled back on the bio-bed, his body shook, the last of his climax dripping onto the bed beneath him. He was utterly unaware of her touch, a few moments later, when she cleaned him off. All he heard, as he drifted out into oblivion was her words, the words of his beloved Amikris:

"Goodbye my love," she murmured in the Ash'reem tongue.  "Sleep."

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OOC: wanted to wrap things up from Sarresh's point of view. Apologies all around for the delay, and the slight distraction from the other fun scene going on.

[ Main Sickbay ] Attn: Doctor Maya

Behind the one-way mirror wall, Lucan was starting right at Doctor Maya with a terrible smile on his lips, witnessing the development and how the Vulcan was reacting. He answered her immediately when she tried to contact him.

"Oh, are you feeling ill?" he asked, sounding concerned, "Please, step into my office so that I can take a look at you." Having said this, he raised a tattooed hand to make a simple command on his console, simply altering the phosphoresce of the glass so that it became a mirror on his side as well. He continued working by his console until the point when the Vulcan entered. He did not start scanning her with a tricorder when she did step into his office, instead appraising her with his pale eyes and with his hands resting on his hips.

"You don't look ill to me, as far as I can tell, but I have no idea how straining your neuropressure treatment might be to you, and besides," he said and gave her a knowing smile, "it has been a really early morning since we had to do the eye surgery as well. How about you go rest for a bit and return here at 0800 hrs? That will be when we wake the patient up, and I reckon you wouldn't want to miss that, would you? It is not always you get the chance to see someone reborn into a new body, is it?"

He let his concern show a bit more then, stepping up closer to her. "Or are you truly feeling bad, because then I can make some scans and I'll let you recover in your quarters for the whole day. I don't want you to taking on more than you can handle after this quite extraordinary morning."

 
[ Medical Storage Room ] Attn: Zenozine

"I mean to mate with you, what else?" he growled heatedly, struggling to get his will done.

Then, just after a short while after having defeated the Ovri whilst they mated - subduing her to his personal wish - Maal seized her hips and started driving into her from behind - his eyes wandering the exotic expanse of her minutely scaled back. Her buttocks were slapping into his muscular lower body, and if he did not cut his nails as often as he did, his grip might have scratched her. From behind she looked like a discoloured, fit male, and had it not been for the fact of her wet sex milking his ridged length, he realised it might appear he was copulating with a man. Yet her face, and her lips, and her tone of voice in the dimly lit room rid him of such thoughts.

Hylota wanted to know what he meant to do to her, yet at first, he merely grunted and continued his hard and steady rhythm, but when she spoke of Klingon preferences, and wanted to learn what Klingon were like intimately. "I have no idea... how Klingon are... supposed to mate," he grunted as he fucked her from behind, his ridged length pushing into her over and over, "I am almost human... in that regard."

Forced words, and his mind remained locked on the present. He continued to move, grip hard on Hylota's hips. She moved against him on her own accord as well, and his native blood compelled him to scratch her back whilst fucking her. Yet he resisted the strange urge despite how she encouraged him. Anxious he was, however, and he came to seize one of her legs and flipping her over so that she was on her back. From there on, the struggle was to keep her on the floor and to wrap his arms around her. He kissed her roughly, his mating instrument pushing deep again, and he felt beside himself with the need to mate with her, rolling on the floor and fighting to get the upper hand while still wrestling and thrusting himself into her.

"I should not..." he said, frowning as he looked down into her black eyes, his Klingon meat still pumping into her at a high rhythm, "...I should not come inside you." Because he was about to unless he paused.

[ Maya | Main Sickbay ]

"It's all right Doctor, I just need to rest," the little Vulcan assured him.  "The neuropressure technique was more taxing than I calculated, but Lieutenant Morali is stable.  We have far too many patients for me to take a day off."

Maya could usually sense the psychic presence of anyone close enough for her to reach out and touch but Lucan Nicander was a ghost.  To her telepathic senses, he seemed to be a hologram.  Never had Maya been so grateful of that fact than she was at this moment.  Even if the rest of her colleagues were too polite to say anything, they might still think it or feel it.  Doctor Nicander was the soul of tact and discretion.  Even Ferengi weren't as good at keeping their thoughts to themselves. 

Had he witnessed what had happened?  Since the effects on Sarresh Morali had been beneficial was he just placing the incident under 'alternative medicine' and letting the matter rest?  Who knew, and in the words of their mutual mentor from Starfleet Medical, the Tellerite neurologist Doctor Gordo, who cared?  Her former classmate and current superior was allowing Maya her Vulcan dignity and the little Vulcan indulged herself in defying her upbringing by feeling gratitude. 

"I will return at 800 hours as instructed Doctor," Maya assured him.  "I will not be late."

As she was fucked by Maal, Hylota was just enjoying herself and taking great pleasure in knowing that the man she was will was in charge and going to take care of her. And by that she meant that weather he knew it or not, Maal was going to help relieve her pent up sexual tension. But as Maal kept going and stated that he should not cum inside of Hylota she let out a chuckled and pressed back into the cock that was penetrating her, clenched her walls firmly around the cock and she spoke gently. ''Oh yes cumming inside of me would likely be a bad idea with the odds that your see will take, but honestly I do not care, I need this, I need this so badly."

Hylota was like an addict right now, her body craved sex and it would not take no for an answer. The dangers and complications did not matter, Hylota just craved sex, she wanted a clutch and she wanted it now. And if not for the events of the night before, with the aphrodisiac and all of the sex, Hylota might have been able to hold off and keep some control, but the activities of the night before had taken her by surprise and her body was craving more, wanting to fulfill its functions now. And without the Ovri infrastructure to help fertile female through this period, and the embarrassing nature of this made Hylota not care at all about the risks. She just wanted it to be over now.

For all of her intellectual ability, Hylota had never had to deal with her fertile period in such a manner, he had always been able to deal with it by going somewhere she could be alone and just relaxing, but she had not had many of these cycles and she was struggling to handle herself as she was without her medication to take the edge off or some way that she could just take the day off and relax in her room, instead she was stuck horny and around males while she was vulnerable. "OHhh! Maal...after this I need to retire for the day, his is getting to be too much...I will probably come back later, but after this I need to relax."

That Hylota did not care whether or not he came inside her made Maal even more confused, but confusion was not the ideal thing to deal with when his mind had narrowed down to the primitive drives that made him continue thrusting his ridged length into her Ovri sex. His thoughts were sluggish to begin with, and now even more so.

She was on her back, facing him as he laid on top of her, and she was meeting his movements by arching her back. It was all too much for Maal to handle... and he cried out like a Klingon might when besieging the tender flesh of a female. THe sound surprised even him, and he bit down on it to let them escape notice... but that did not change the fact that his seed was gushing into Hylota already. His body was heaving with the release inside her, load after load of thick Klingon reproductive fluids flooding her insides. It was even leaking out since he could not stop himself from moving. He rode out his own climax like a beast having just felled its prey, and his hardness still throbbed in its rigid state long after the seed had ceased to flow.

And yet like that, his native blood relinquished to his human upbringing, and he lowered his head to kiss the Ovri in the aftermath, hoping he had sated her needs as well as she had sated his own. He knew not what to speak of, but revelled in kissing her nonetheless where they lay on the floor - hands soon to begin roaming her body.

"I... I am sorry, I should not have... But I could not help myself..." he said, voice leaden and yet worried as his mouth hovered over hers, "It might still be too early. You needn't have to bear children aboard this forsaken ship. Perhaps Nicander can stop the seed from taking. I... You were too.. I just could not stop myself." He was still inside her, already apologising, and his desire for the Ovri overwhelming enough to make him loose his control.

As Maal climaxed within Hylota and filled her with his warm seed, it was as if a bucket of water was thrown over a flame, extinguishing her desires as her body felt it had gotten what it had cried out for. Hylota in turn wrapped her arms around Maal and held him close as she panted and cooled down from her sexual escapades. And despite gaining relief, Hylota felt that this might lad to some trouble for hr down the line, but for now all the Ovri could care about was the relief she had gained.

As Maal then began to apologize and tried to rationalize not worrying about anything and how his seed might not have taken Hylota sighed and leaned in and pressed hr smooth forehead to Maal's and let out a soft gentle chirping. The sound was oddly calming and Hylota mixed it with a gentle back rub before she shushed Maal and began to speak. "Maal, you re worrying too much. You and I were both caught up in a rush, neither of us would have stopped, and to be honest, I needed this. I was not able to function, in a few days I would likely have tried to rape you to get this relief. I did not realize how slippery this slope was when I started off just rubbing myself off. This was my fault for not having any self control."

Hylota kept from kissing Maal and simply rubbed against him lovingly. And If  do bar any children that are viable to survive, well then we will find them as I birth the eggs. And they will hopefully be Ovri enough to freeze so we could just put them to sleep in a cryo pod and let them sleep through this hectic time in there." The Ovri had much different ideals of raising children, exploiting their biology to keep children safe through hard times. "And we have Vinata here, if things go poorly they at least will have some family here."

Hylota did not bring up her skepticism about the bonding of mammal and amphibian DNA, and the success of Klingon genetics growing in an non mammalian manner. If there was a freakish child, Hylota was prepared to put it down for both of their sake, and Hylota  as a scientist wanted to see what would happen, perhaps this child would have a better natural systems for small wound restoration that Ovri lacked.

Hearing Hylota's rationalisations about the danger of her being pregnant and what might be done with the children, should there be any, Maal came to understand just how different the Ovri were to humans. He was still telling himself that she was not far enough into her ovulation, so he had trouble foreseeing that such decisions were to be required. Perhaps with a modicum of denial, his thoughts shied away from the prospect of being a father. He was certainly not going to bring up his rights in any decision about the children when he was not even thinking it likely, and especially not when still inside her.

"I see," he rumbled, and when she was not inclined to kiss him any more, he took it as a sign that she expected him to pull out of her and get off her warm and dewy body. Furthermore, even if he enjoyed her thick fingertips rubbing his back, they were supposed to be back on duty soon, and neither of them wanted to be discovered as they were. His ridged length came free from the Ovri's sex as he sat back, their mixed fluids coating it. He may still have been quite hard, but not enough to prevent him from dressing. His leaden mind, which was still affected by his Klingon testosterone-levels, caught up on the fact that he had to say something more than just that. "I do not usually do this. It was... liberating. Unwise and against regulations, using this room, but nonetheless... liberating."

He stood, and the HUD displays shone upon the beads of sweat covering his powerful build, streaming across his musculature as he turned to look for his clothing. He shook his head to clear his mind, and began to dress when he located his uniform in the dim light.

"Shall we leave at the same time, or should I linger a while?" he asked thickly, rifling through the textile in the darkness with his powerful hands to find his underwear. After finding them, he straightened and turned to face her before he put them on. "You said you were going to retire to your quarters earlier. Do you want me to inform Nicander when he is available that you were feeling ill?"

It felt like they were conspiring, even if Hylota had to leave for legit reasons.

Hylota sighed as she listened to Maal as he still was nervous and uneasy.  And Hylota pulled him into a hug from behind and just held him as she spoke calmly and softly to him. "It was wonderful Maal, you gave me hat I needed and you do not have to worry about anything, I am still n, you can say you were helping me learn the layout for he supplies here and I do not  think anyone would question it." She gently rubbed his shoulders and sighed, her breath was sweet ad made Maal's skin tingle as the pheromones met his skin, fortunately that was all it did. 

Releasing Maal Hylota moved to get hr on cloths back on and took some wadding to place in front of hr pussy in case of anything seeping out and putting a mark on her clothes. "I am glad that that was good for you Maal...I would hate to have my coworker only able to think about bad sex whenever he looked at me. Oh and about the sex...If you ever ant to meet up again in private...off work, I would not mind spending time with you Maal...some special time." Hylota smil and she rubbed her scalp before she went to the door and looked a it an then to Maal. "Alright, I think we should leave at once since we are both going to be doing the same thing here." She smiled.

Hylota exited the store room n then changed topics to put them back on a normal track. "So our time here so break is running out. How about we head back to the medical bay so that we can go over all of the fills, and then we can check up on my brother and see how he is thawing out." She smiled and motioned for Maal to lead them back to the medical bay.

At the proposition to seek her out in private, Maal was both surprised and pleased to hear it. He had reckoned Hylota wanted a genuine Klingon and not just an awkward imitation of it, but it seemed she had actually enjoyed being intimate with him. "I will keep that in mind... I mean, I will."

They ended up dressing at the same time before they went outside, and Maal squinted at the bright light that met them in Sickbay. "Aye," he said, catching on to the act with a couple of seconds' worth of delay. "Agreed. Let us check on your brother when we are done." It may have sounded like he wished to actually check her out again, but that was not the case. He cleared his throat. "I mean, how well he is responding to the thawing."

- Fin