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Disclaimer: Galaxy Quest belongs to Dreamworks SKG. This story is
not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 10/20/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, drug use, voyurism, transgender, female solo sex,
female/female sex, interacial sex, male solo sex, male/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Gwen/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Since a head cold has caused Gwen to skip a Halloween party at The
Playboy Mansion, she decides to take a couple of asprin and get some sleep,
only to have her wake up on the island paradise of Cancun.

Other Notes: This AU story is an answer to one of Challenge Maker's Improv
Challenges and takes place after the movie.

Dedication: Happy Halloween to all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2008
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Galaxy Quest: Gwen's Sex Dream
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Gwen DeMarco and from 1978 to 1982, I had allowed myself to play
a certain character known as Lieutenant Tawny Madison on a 'Star Trek' type
sci-fi TV series entitled 'Galaxy Quest' with Jason Nesmith (who had played
Commander Peter Quincy Taggart), Sir Alexander Dane (who had played Doctor
Lazarus of Tev'meck), Fred Kwan (who had played Tech Sergeant Chen) and Tommy
Webber (who had played Lieutenant Larendo) until the network that had been
showing the episodes had decided to pull the plug and leave us to have no
choice but to start looking for some other work and hope to God that no one
would keep you typecasted as your character on that one show.

But while the rest of us were having no choice but to endure the fact
that the show still has a whole legion of fans out there and go to those
'Questerian' conventions with a fake smile pasted on each of our faces, a
drunk Jason had gotten himself transported aboard a life-sized full-scale
replica of the very ship from the series known as the NSEA Protector in
another universe by a group of beings known as the Therminans, who had
brought him there to help them against a certain reptilian warlord known
as General Roth'h'ar Sarris.

And at first, Jason had thought that they were actually fans and decided to
humor them. But that was before they had used some sort of teleportation
device to beam him back to Earth that Jason had sobered himself up real quick
and talked the rest of us into returning to the Therminans' home universe
with him and help them to defeat that reptilian son-of-a-bitch before he was
able to make things worse for the Therminan leader known as Mathesar and his
people which we had successfully done with the help of this one kid back on
Earth whose name happens to be Brandon.

And to tell you the truth, it's also a good thing that both Mathesar and
Laliari -- the one Therminan female who had fallen in love with Fred -- had
allowed themselves to come back to Earth with us just in time for each and
every one of those Questerians at that convention -- both old and new ones --
to stand up and let out a huge round of cheers and applause and that had
allowed the rest of us to agree with Jason that there actually was nothing
wrong with being one of the stars of the 'Galaxy Quest' TV series.

As a matter of fact, MyNetworkTV has allowed that very series to be revived
and that really is a good thing because if I'm not mistaken, being the stars
of a major TV series -- including the new 'Galaxy Quest' series -- has
allowed you to get yourselves invited to the biggest parties in the entire
history of Hollywood itself.

Speaking of which, it was on a stormy Halloween night that all of the 'Galaxy
Quest' cast had allowed themselves to go enjoy themselves and have some fun
at the annual Halloween party that 'Mister Playboy' himself, Hugh Hefner was
throwing at the most famous personal residence in all of Los Angeles,
California known as The Playboy Mansion.

Well actually, all of them except for one because you see, I had suddenly
gotten this terrible head cold and it had became so bad that I had no choice
but to stay home and get some rest. So anyway, just as I was about to take a
couple of asprin and go straight to bed, the phone had rang and I had to walk
myself over to that phone, pick it up and say, "Hello. Who's this?"

"Hi, Gwen. It's Jason. I really am sorry that your head cold is keeping you
from coming over to The Playboy Mansion and 'hi' to a certain old UCLA
classmate of yours named Barbi Benton." that was what Jason had said to me
on the other end of the line before I had placed my hand on my nose, let out
a sigh and said, "That's for sure, Jason. I mean, my head keeps on pounding
The Anvil Chorus and my nose is so swollen that I might have no choice but
to ask one of the guys at the soundstage to place a couple sticks of dynamite
up my nose and blast those nasal passages clear for me."

"Well, Gwen. I -- for one -- am hoping that it won't come to that. So, you're
just going to take a couple of asprin and go straight to bed?" that was the
question that a concerned Jason had asked me before I had taken a deep breath
and answered, "As a matter of fact, Jason. That's what I was about to do
before you called. But you guys don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine.
You just go ahead and keep on having a good time and I'll see you guys
tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure thing, Gwen. You just go get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight, Gwen," that was what an understanding Jason had said to me before
I had let out a small smile and said, "Goodnight, Jason. Give my love to
Holly, Bridget and Kendra," just in time for me to hang up the phone, go
right into the bathroom and swallow a couple of asprin before I had gone into
the bedroom, laid myself down on the bed, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

But of course, that was before I had suddenly felt a small gentle breeze and
discovered that I was able to breathe through my nose again which had caused
me to open my eyes and discover that I had somehow been taken out of my Los
Angeles home, placed inside a house in a tropical island paradise known as
Cancun, stripped bare-ass naked and placed on a bonco lounger.

And while I was looking for something to cover up my nude body with and try
to figure out who had brought me there and for what purpose, a door had
opened and allowed a young and beautiful raven-haired Native-American maiden
to step out of the bedroom and place her bare-ass naked body right in front
of me just in time for my very own eyes to grow as wide as saucers at the
fact that instead of a female vagina, she had a huge male penis.

And as soon as she had taken a look at me and noticed how shocked and
confused I was, the raven-haired she-male maiden had raised her hand up
towards me and said, "Sssshhhh. Take it easy, Gwen. There's no need for
you to be afraid. You're perfectly safe here. I'm Elizabeth Silverdeer
and we had brought you here because we figured that the nice gentle
breeze and the ocean air would help you get cured of your head cold
faster. And since you're here, we might as well have some sexual pleasure.
If you're willing."

And then, after I had watched Elizabeth start stroking her stiff cock with
one hand and carressing her firm breasts with the other one, I had suddenly
became so sexually-energized that I had no choice but to allow myself to
start pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy and slowly
licking my very own lips before Elizabeth had moved herself closer, kissed
me ever so deep and passionately on the lips and began licking all over my
nude body -- all the way down to my hot and steamy cunt and carressing my
stiff mounds.

Then, after a young and handsome African-American male stud had placed his
nude body into the living room and began stroking his stone hard dick right
in front of me, I had placed my hands on Elizabeth's bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Elizabeth! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" before the young male hunk who I had
suddenly came to remember as Jamal Brown had walked himself up to us, allowed
me to start sucking on his stiff cock and began pumping his index finger in
and out of Elizabeth's asshole, causing me to suddenly realize that if that
was a dream scene and not the real thing, I should hope that the director
does not interupt us by yelling 'cut' because I was able to enjoy each and
every minute of experiencing the one thing that I had never been able to
experience with any size group before which happens to be pure and untamed
sexual pleasure.

And of course, that was before we had laid our nude bodies down on the floor
just in time for Jamal to place his stone hard dick inside my hot, moist
snatch and his hands on my tits I had placed my hands on Elizabeth's mounds
and began sucking on her stiff cock which had caused her to place her hands
on my bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT!
DO IT, GWEN! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY STIFF COCK DRY! DO IT WHILE JAMAL FUCKS THE
LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

Then, after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster
and kept on doing so until we had all came, collapsed due to exhaustion and
fallen asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace, a sudden buzzing
sound had just woken me out of that really wonderful dream and caused me to
turn towards the night stand and discover that my alarm clock was going off.

But as soon as I had shut off the alarm and took a deep breath, I was
surprised to discover that I was finally able to breathe through my very own
nose and that had caused me to get myself out of bed and into the bathroom,
where I had looked at my reflection in the mirror and let out a sigh of
relief that my nose was no longe swollen.

And of course, as soon as I had arrived at the soundstage -- ready to start
taping a scene for another 'Galaxy Quest' episode -- and told Jason about the
wonderful dream that I had last night, he had looked at me with a big smile
on his face and said, "Whoa, Gwen! If you were to ask me, it sounds like you
had one hell of a sex dream last night," which had caused me to place my hand
on Jason's shoulder, look at him with a small smile on my own lips and say,
"You better believe it, Jason. You better believe it."

THE END!

    

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