Niga

In order to restore food storage and scavenge for other means of supplies, the USS Theurgy located Niga, a verdant and uninhabited M-Class Planet by the name in the Mahéwa System. Science and Security personnel were beamed the planet surface to collect whatever could be found to aid in their cause. The female Andorian Deputy, ThanIda zh'Wann, was raped by a tentacled plant whilst on the planet, infected with its pollen. The female Vulcan Ensign by the name Cir'Cie was also raped by the same kind of plant and after she regained consciousness, she soon infected her senior human Science Officer; Lt. Gladstone. Having brought seed samples from the plant, they - like the Deputy - also beamed up to the USS Theurgy.

The infected had become vectors for a parasitic virus with the intent of interplanetary pollination – the spreading of the infectious flora. A plant that used its parasitic pollen to propagate itself within the vector's body - spreading itself through the vector's bodily fluids to new vectors. During the night, the infected spread their proverbial pollen over the ship. They managed to do so since the Ship A.I:s surveillance sensors had a programming flaw of non-disclosure - making her unable to report sexual activities of the crew.

In the end, the timeship USS Relativity showed up and stopped the outbreak with an antidote that the CMO and his Medical Assistant had managed to develop. It had taken the Relativity months to scavenge the chaotic aftermath in the Galaxy in order to secure the antidote and the notes needed to prevent the outbreak from happening. As it turned out, an unknown enemy, from present time or from the Temporal Cold War in the 29th century, had planted the virus on the planet Niga many millennia ago, only to be – with future technology – triggered just before the Theurgy arrived to it. It was unknown by whom and when the incursion was made. The infected, with their minds affected by the virus, only hazily remembered the time when they were infected and – scarce fragments of recollections - which served to help many of the crew to come to terms with the events. After supplies and material were taken from the planet with extreme caution, Captain Ives ordered the uninhabited planet Niga destroyed.

Story Excerpt: Pollination (NSFW)

Captain's Log, Star Date 57505.5. Starfleet has yet to find us, and we believe our trail has gone cold. While we have restored propulsion adequately, we are still in great need for both spare parts and energy in order to repair our ship. Therefore, we have assigned to transport a team of scientists to the forest planet of Niga in the Mahéwa System. Apparently, Niga is a mostly unexplored planet, but expeditions three years previous to our arrival have revealed a rich abundance of plant life - including several new types of flora that exist nowhere else. Yet most important for us on board is the hidden deposits of deuterium that our sensors detected below the foliage of the eastern continent – hidden just underneath the undergrowth. Our ambition is to harvest whatever we can in means of water, food and energy from this planet before we regroup for our journey back towards Earth – bearing the truth to the ears that needs to hear it.

- Captain Jien Ives, Commanding Officer, USS Theurgy

[ USS Theurgy | Main Bridge | Deck 01 ]

Jien Ives tapped a key - wearing his male form - to end his log entry, and then left his Ready Room. "Approaching Niga now, sir," reported Lt. Lance from his station at the helm once Jien stepped out on the Bridge.

"Good," said Jien while he greeted his First Officer with a nod. Nerina took her position at the Mission Ops console, and Jien seated himself in the Captain’s chair. "Plot a standard orbit."

"Estimate arrival in fourteen minutes," said the deep voice from Hendricks, the Chief of Operations.

"Acknowledged, any contacts?"

"Negative, sir,” said the new Chief Tactical Officer – Lieutenant T'Less – from her station, her Vulcan intonation void of feelings, “Scans show no ships in this vicinity."

"Hardly surprising," said Jien and folded his fingers underneath his eyes. "We are a long way out." He swivelled toward the communications console. "Signal the research team to begin their preparations. Also, send a security team to accompany them to the planet's surface and ask Dr. Nicander in Sickbay to send someone down there too. They probably won't be needed, but a little extra caution never hurts."

Too much was at stake to leave anything to chance.

[ Niga | Planet Surface | Drop Site | 1500 hrs. ]

As Deputy, Ida had beamed down to oversee the deployment of security to the different teams. It was all a huge undertaking, with plenty of personnel splitting up in search for deuterium deposits and other usable resources for the Theurgy. Yet once everything was organised, Ida was left standing alone at the beam-down site.

She looked around, and while her Andorian body preferred the cold above the tropical climate, she – as an artist – did see the quality of beauty found on the planet. Not the least inclined to beam back aboard and face her new Chief, David Grayson, she stepped into the jungle instead of beaming up.

Ida admired at the lush foliage as she walked through the forest, taking occasional glances at her tricorder to make sure she was assisting in the exploration - even though it was for her own sake she had strayed. After being confined to the small rooms and narrow corridors of a starship for the last months, this vast green wilderness was like paradise to her sense of artistry.

She spotted an unusual reading on the tricorder, and stepped that way – her curiosity getting the best of her. She produced her phaser pistol, just in case.

As she reached the location indicated on the tricorder, which showed a concentrated abundance of life readings within a relatively small clearing, she put the phaser away. There was no canopy overhead to keep the sunlight from warming the ferns and flowers that surrounded her. Their sweet smell was everywhere, and she inhaled deeply, allowing the floral aroma to fill her senses. Her antennae lifted appreciatively. Beauty is indeed not all in the sense of sight...

There was a patch of beautiful violet flowers nearby, and she knelt down next to one of them, bringing her face close to the petals. The first sniff brought a smile to her face, despite everything that had happened lately. Such a lovely fragrance; this was definitely where the scent was coming from. She closed her eyes and took another sniff, then another, then another. Intoxicating, she thought. Ida kept breathing it in, enjoying the exotic scent. After a full minute of incessant sniffing, she began to feel dizzy, and decided to lie down on a blanket of grass, right in the middle of the flowers. All manner of crazy thoughts came to her, and she closed her eyes to focus.

The pungent aroma was all around her; it permeated the air like a cloud of perfume - making it hard for her to think clearly. She slowly became aware of a familiar sensation stirring in her body. Her heart was beating faster, her breathing grew more rapid, her nipples tingled and... her sex was starting to come alive. What is happening? Had the flowers done this to her? She wouldn't have thought it possible - but there she was, growing more and more aroused by the second. She could feel herself opening her legs, her labia beginning to throb and pulse with excitement. At this rate, it would not be long before her juices would stain her uniform.

Ida found herself smiling dreamily. It would be at least forty-five minutes before she was due back for anything important. More than enough time for a little self-gratification, she thought, surprising herself further with the idea to... Could she really? Still, she put away the tricorder, laying it down next to her.

She tugged her jacket up along with the under-shirt and then unfastened her bra at the front. The sunlight bathed her azure breasts with golden warmth as she pushed her hand down her toned abdomen, past the hem of her uniform trousers, down into her Starfleet-issue panties. Finally she was allowed to feel it, her fingers reaching her itching folds. Desperately, she tugged her trousers and panties down a bit more for better access.

It took only seconds for her to get wet. She had never felt so sexually famished before in her entire life. She stroked the fleshy folds of her sensitive labia, vigorously massaging herself with one hand. Her other moved up to caress the firm, globated flesh of her left breast. Its nipple was already stiff and swollen, and she pinched and tugged at the taut blue tit, sending erotic tingles through her entire body. Pretty soon she was panting, making soft little moans as she lay there, eagerly pleasuring herself amidst a sea of sweet-smelling flowers – rolling and panting against the grass.

Ida found herself wishing one of the away-team would find her here, one Adam Kingston for example, and that he would see her lying there on the ground, feverishly masturbating. Being the gentleman that he was, the pinkskin wouldn't want her to be in such agony, so he would promptly remove his own clothes. Then he would lie down on top of her, his hard cock dangling against her skin. She wouldn't protest; she wouldn't even say anything. She would simply spread her legs for the human, inviting him to enter her, to shove his penis deep into her. That's what she wanted - to feel a big meaty phallus, sliding in and out, in and out, ravishing her, making her squeal and groan. She bit her lip in anguish and rubbed her sex even harder, her mind focused on what that handsome, imaginary man was doing to her. Was this really her, doing this? She had a vivid imagination, being an artist, but her thoughts were never so... fervid.

Then she felt it - something soft, slithering against her leg.

Her eyes flew open, and she looked downward to see a greenish purple vine beginning to wrap itself around her thigh. She screamed and tried to back up, but the tendril was deceptively strong. Her leg was trapped. As she tried to pull free, another vine slid out from the foliage, ensnaring her left wrist. She managed to pry the vine away, but not before two more of the tangling strands had grabbed hold of her other arm, pulling it above her head – away from the handle of her phaser. Both of her legs were trapped now, and yet another creeper was starting to entwine itself around her free arm. She screamed again as the leafy tentacles quickly fastened themselves to her body, twisting around her arms and legs, making it impossible for her to move.

"Help! This is Ida, please, anyone, help me!" she called, but to her horror, one of the writhing vines had happened to push off her combadge in the struggle. She was all alone. Helpless.

Like something from a nightmare, a snake-like tendril slowly rose up from the ground between her legs. Its 'stem' was about four centimetres wide, and at the tip she saw a larger purplish bulb, shaped like a flower that had not yet opened. Ida watched in horror as the penis-like vine descended toward her. It touched her calf and began to slide upward along her inner thigh, tickling her through the fabric of her uniform. As it slithered its way toward her waist, the purple bulb kept weaving back and forth, as if trying to track down some elusive scent. She held her breath, her heart racing as she watched the plant move closer and closer toward her crotch. When it finally got there, it paused, its bulging head hanging poised at the entrance to her womb. It is smelling me, thought Ida, paralysed with fear. It smells my juices.

Without warning, the vines holding her legs suddenly pulled them apart, spreading her thighs wide open. The purple bulb moved forward and began to poke against her, skirting around the hem of her askew panties - tentatively prodding her slick flesh as if trying to figure out how to get inside her. And then... it found out.

Ida gasped as the plant-like intruder slowly pushed its way past her distended nether lips and began to squirm its way into her. She didn't want to enjoy it. She wanted to feel horror, disgust, and revulsion - but as the vine slowly worked its way inside her, she knew she was in trouble. It felt like a male organ - a large, thick phallus, massaging her inner walls, sending waves of erotic stimulation through her groin and up through her belly. She was getting raped, but there was no way for her to block out the pleasure of being filled. The alien weed began to move, slowly pulling out of her...then sliding back in again. She couldn't do a thing to stop it. And now even her sex was betraying her; she imagined it whispering, This feels exquisite...this is exactly what I want... don't fight it... give in to it... just lie back and enjoy the invasion...

"No!" she whimpered as the alien squirmed back inside her. I have to think of a way out of this! The tendrils covering her belly writhed continuously, their leaves tickling her naked skin. "I can't just lie here and let this thing ravish me..." But as the tentacle plunged back into her steamy crevice, her defiance began to wane. "I can't just..." It shoved inside her again, filling her with its satisfying hardness. "I have to..." In it went, slithering into her juicy love passage. "I...I..." With each thrust, her willpower grew a little weaker. She knew it wouldn't be long before she just gave up, allowing herself to moan and writhe as if she'd be an animal in heat. It just felt too good... too good to resist. Her legs opened wide, the alien organ pulsed in and out of her frothing entrance, even using the hem of her open trousers for leverage. Just surrender... Let it take you... Feel what it's doing to you... You know you're enjoying this...

It was true. The serpentine tentacle was pleasing her, and she was helpless to resist the erotic sensations that coursed through her body, threatening to consume her. She could feel the alien writhing inside her, filling her up, burying itself deep within her. Unstoppable. She announced her surrender with a lusty moan, arching her back as the thick rod skewered her yet again.

The violet flowers surrounded her. All of their petals had turned to face her, as if they were spectators who had come to witness the seduction of this Andorian female. Their intoxicating scent was as strong as ever; the aroma just kept pouring into her nose, into her mind, loosening her hold on sanity. As the plant continued, she gradually lost the capability for rational thought. All that mattered to her was the pleasure emanating from those firm thrusts into her. It wasn't long before her hips began to buck against those thrusts, welcoming the alien invader into her.

She could feel the smooth vines moving all over her body, stroking her face, her breasts, and her thighs. Ida moaned softly as the tentacle continued to plough into her, incessantly pumping with its hard rubbery stem. It seemed to be getting larger, slowly swelling in girth as it drilled her with deep, rapid strokes.

It finally proved to be too much. Ida groaned as her orgasm erupted, causing her body to writhe and convulse. It wasn't done with her yet. While she thrashed and moaned deliriously, the rigid organ just kept pumping into her creamy sex. She could feel it getting thicker, plunging into her at an even faster pace. If it were a male's organ, she would have thought that he was getting ready to ejaculate. But this was a plant; it had no sperm to deliver.

Alas, she could then feel it throbbing as 'something' began to squirt into her. If Ida's mind hadn't been laid waste by her own orgasm, she would have been terrified at the thought of being impregnated by this alien invader. As it was, she simply moaned and wondered what was pouring into her womb. There certainly was a lot of it; she could feel wave after wave of warm liquid spurting inside her, bathing her spasming sex until her orgasm finally subsided.

Then, all of her thoughts faded as she lapsed into unconsciousness.

- Written by Auctor Lucan, Episode 01: Outbreak - Part I, Chapter 01: Pollination