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Subject: (A.S.S REPOST) Star Trek : TNG - Complexities & Paradoxes 1/3 - (m/f, f/f, fem. mast. oral, anal, orgy)
From: [email protected] (dimitri)
Date: Wed, Dec 17, 1997 20:47 EST
Message-id: <[email protected]>

Hi there, since my last Trek story - Shadows - got three tens in it's
Celestial Review (unashamed plug and goofy grin!) I've decided to repost the
three prequels - DS9:Immortal Voyagers, DS9:Logic & TNG:Complexities And
Paradoxes - so I hope you enjoy them.

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Eighteen and Over okay, that's it, no little jokes or quippy remarks
(quippy?), if you are under eighteen you can't read this, and if you do I am
not responsible (I will disavow any knowledge blah blah blah yadi yadi yadi).

Sorry about that, but you knew I had a temper when you married me.
Anyway, I received a couple of requests for a Star Trek : TNG story,
following my two DS9 stories and thought I'd give it a go. The actual story
takes place within the last 30 seconds of the movie Star Trek : First Contact
(Don't worry, by the end it will all make sense, to me at least) and deals
with sexual experiences like lesbianism, oral sex and I'll pop an orgy in
there somewhere - so if that's not your cup of tea go make a coffee.

Complaints, criticism and compliments go to - [email protected] -
as well as any requests for other stories I have done. Enjoy!


Complexities and Paradox's
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Part One.
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"Engage the temporal field Mr LaForge," said Captain Picard,
gesturing forward with his arm.
"Aye Captain, temporal field is opening."
The Enterprise E shot forward from it's orbit around Earth, a
rippling in the space around them began to form and then the ship
disappeared, leaving behind Zefram Cochrane and the Vulcans to make history.

-

Inside the temporal field, the Enterprise traveled smoothly, Data
worked on the computers, his face was still damaged from his encounter with
the Borg Queen and Picard couldn't help but stare at it.
"Well Mr Data?"
"As we suspected Captain, history is back on track, pollution is
disappearing, war appears to be slowing, it has now stopped - sir we will
soon be unable to track Earth's progress, we'll have to wait until we return
to our own time to make sure that everything is as it should be."
"Excellent Mr Data, Commander Riker, I was wondering if...."
"Sir," Data interrupted,"We are registering an anomaly."
"What? Of what nature Data?"
"It is a starcraft of unknown design, traveling through the
time/space continuum, it appears to have performed a slingshot around the
sun."
"That sound's familiar," said Riker,"Somethings wrong."
"Registering now," said Data,"It is a Klingon Bird Of Prey, but it's
inhabitants are seven humans, one Vulcan and......."
"And what Data?"
"And.....two whales sir..."
Riker slapped his palm against his forehead,"Of course, it's James
Kirk, do you remember the trip through time he took to save Earth from the
probe?"
"Of course," said Picard," Captain Spock discovered that it was
looking for humpback whales and they traveled back in time to find a pair."
"Sir, if we maintain this course we will cross paths with Kirk's
ship, that may cause a problem," said Data, a worried expression on his face.
"What problem?"
"Well, theoretically, in time travel, ships have no mass or velocity,
and it should be possible for two ships to exist at the same place, but dual
appearance of two ships at one location during one microsecond of time will
cause a paradox."
"Resulting in.......? don't keep us hanging Data?"
"We will either cease to exist, blow up, merge with Kirk's ship,
suffer temporal dislocation or come out fine."
"How long till we cross paths Data?"
"Three minutes and twenty eight seconds."
"Can we change course at all?"
"Theoretically, of course, we are traveling through time, and are
therefore existing in a different second of a different year of a different
decade of a different century with each second that passes, meaning that
changing course may also be injurious to us."
"Do it Data," said Picard,"It's a risk we have to take."
Data tapped on the control panel at a steadily increasing rate, until
his hands became a blur, the ship shuddered and actually groaned, something
it had never done before.
"Course has changed slightly sir, it's all I can do, we will however,
brush against the Klingon ship."
"We will be all right won't we," said Riker, sounding
confident,"James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or dislocation."
"No sir," said Data,"But the ships long range sensors were
ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness and there was an unforeseen
power failure."
"Great Data, just great," Riker turned to look at the viewscreen, it
was blank, as it had been since they initiated the temporal field. Then the
ship actually tilted, and the crew members all fell forward.

-

The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbor at an alarming rate.
"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the
communicator.
"Damn," muttered Kirk, he turned to look at the crew,"Once we land,
get out of the ship, I'll get the whales out."
He ran of, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced to
bring with him from the twentieth century.
Curious, thought Spock, why had there been a power failure?

-

"Everybody okay?" asked Riker, the crew repositioned themselves,
everyone seemed all right.
"All decks status report," said Picard, Data checked over reports
coming through.
"Some minor injuries, no casualties," the android said, although the
fake skin on his head had been cauterized by the gas explosion in his fight
with the Borg Queen, some more had peeled away in the tilt.
"Data, you should have your head looked at, and replace that lost
skin."
"Aye sir," said Data,"We have emerged from the temporal field, Earth
has returned to the history we knew before being caught in the Borg's wake.
I believe it is safe for me to leave the bridge."
Picard grinned as Data walked to the turbolift, the door opened and
Beverly stepped out, Data was about to greet her when she stepped right
through him, followed by another Data, with the skin back on his face!

-

Beverly turned and looked at Data,"Well, you still up for it?"
Data grinned,"Of course, but you realize what will happen if we get
caught?"
"Who cares," she said, Picard noticed that her speech was slurred,
and that she was holding a bottle of something, - Tequ - was all he could
make out of the label, which was turned from him.
"Tequila?" said Riker,"Where did she get a bottle of Tequila?"
Deanna stood up and stood beside Riker,"I took a bottle with me,
Zefram made me."
Data - the one without skin - scanned a tricorder over Beverly and
the other Data, who were discussing the ridiculousness of regulations.
"They have no mass," said Data,"It appears I was incorrect, we are
suffering from temporal dislocation - what we are seeing has yet to happen."
Suddenly Beverly rushed to the helm, and clumsily pushed a few
buttons.
"I thought she had no mass?" said Riker,"The board is lighting up."
"A paradox sir," said Data,"Think of it as we are having no mass, but
the bridge, and the future me and Dr Crusher are real - or think that the
future helm controls are co-existing with the present ones - it appears that
she is disabling helm controls in any case.
"I'm ready baby," she said, she lay back on the helms, the controls
unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants.
"What the hell?" said Picard, utterly perplexed,"What is she doing?"
Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties and
spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink pleasure
beneath.
"Oh fuck yeah," said Data, rubbing his hands together in
anticipation,"This is going to be sweet," he lowered his own pants and his
android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly quickly,
and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, quick thrusts.
"I don't believe this," said Picard, he turned to look at his Data,
whose mouth was open in shock.
"Something is wrong sir," he said,"Given, It's possible I could agree
to engage in sexual relations with Dr Crusher - but - regulations strictly
forbid sexual intercourse of any nature on the bridge of the ship, also I am
not given to talking in that manner."
"Well, sometime in the future you will be," said Picard,"My God,
taking advantage of Beverly like that, how did she let herself get drunk?"
At the helm, Data was pumping into Beverly faster and faster, she
clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me baby, do me hard, your cock is so big."
"Of course it is," cried the other Data,"Dr Seung was so embarrassed
of his....fallacy....that when he created me in his image he decided to
spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
He rammed faster and faster into Beverly cunt, and she screamed with
the pleasure of it, Data took the time to rip her tunic open, revealing
large, plump breasts. He began to suck on one.
"Immm," he said around a mouthful of tit,"You're a great fuck you
know?"
"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid
further up the helm with each thrust,"My husband couldn't get enough, and
that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking of over me ever since we
meet - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
Picard coughed,"She is drunk, after all," he said, hoping no one
noticed the growing tent pole in his pants.
Data suddenly pulled loose,"Hand and knees," he said with a grin.
Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position and Data slid into
her again, grasping her hips he tried a couple of experimental thrusts,
slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind, he pulled nearly all the
way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her like this drove her
crazy, she began gasping faster and faster.
"Oh god, I think I'm cumming....." she cried and then screamed in
pleasure. Data began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly fully out,
before slamming back into the Doctors tight cunt.
She grinned in pleasure and looked up, she happened to be right in
front of Picard, she shook her head as if confused,"Jean Luc?" she said and
suddenly she faded out of existence along with Data.

---

Picard sat at the table, staring at the other officers.
"Well, I for one would like an explanation of what just happened."
"It's basically all theory," said Data,"But it seems that the
co-existence of the Enterprise and the Klingon ship caused a temporal
dislocation - resulting in time pockets throughout the entire ship, we have
several reports of crew member bumping into new crewmembers, friends they
were just talking to and even themselves."
"Do you have the location of these timepockets?"
"I believe so sir, to prevent further encounters, I suggest we
quarantine those areas - including the bridge."
"We'll make use of the secondary bridge," said Picard.
"Can you explain how Dr Crusher 'saw' the Captain?" asked Deanna.
"We don't know that she did, perhaps the Captain of that time emerged
on the bridge, perhaps a future Captain appeared and was unaware of her - or
perhaps the two timepockets joined briefly before separating."
"Can we change what's going to happen?" asked Riker,"One of the
crewmen bumped into his 'replacement', apparently he died in a gas explosion
in two weeks time. He's in sickbay in shock."
"The future is not set," replied Data,"I for one, am not going to
replace my skin until this problem is dealt with."
"Perhaps, Deanna" spoke up Worf, who had remained quiet so far,"You
should get rid of that bottle of Tequila?"
"Excellent," said Data,"If Dr Crusher does not get drunk she will
likely not perform the endeavor."
"Where is Dr Crusher?" asked Picard, they all looked around, no one
knew,"Computer, locate Doctor Crusher."
"Dr Crusher is in holoroom one."
"Worf, take her to sickbay or her quarters," said Picard, the Klingon
nodded and left.
"Right," said Picard,"Let's begin evacuation."

-

Five minutes later Deanna sat in her quarters, staring at the bottle
of Tequila, it seemed a shame to just...chuck it out....., she looked around
her quarters, then grabbed a glass, opening the bottle she poured some in.
"For Zefram," she said, and belted it back.

-

Worf entered holoroom 1, the grid glowed softly, no program was being
run, Beverly stood in the center, arms spread out, smiling.
"Isn't it beautiful," she said with a smile.
"Dr Crusher," said Worf in his deep baritone, wishing to be back on
DS9 where the only odd thing that happened was invading Cardassians, playing
politics with power hungry Bajorans and poker with Ferengi.
"Yes, what is it?" asked Beverly, her eyes remained closed.
"There is no program running," he said simply.
She smiled,"Of course I didn't mean it Jean Luc."
Worf's eyes widened, he swung his arm at Beverly and it passed right
through, grabbing a tricorder he pointed it at her,"No mass," he said simply,
and ran out the door.

-

Dr Crusher yawned as she left her quarters, she had finally gotten
some good sleep after that trouble with the Borg. As she wondered down the
hallway she noticed faint singing coming from around the corner. She turned
and saw the corridor was empty, but the singing was still there, the odd
thing was, she could swear it was herself singing, but loud and off key. The
song itself was bawdy, then she heard Deanna's voice join with hers.
"Computer," she said,"Locate Counselor Troi."
"Counselor Troi is in her quarters."
Beverly rushed away, missing the image of her and Deanna coming into
focus, supporting each other as they sang, Beverly waving a near empty
Tequila bottle.

-

"Dr Crusher is in holoroom 1," said the computer.
"Why is the computer registering a temporal anomaly as present, if Dr
Crusher is co-existing in two different places, the computer should register
both?" queried Data, one eye looked thoughtful, the other was just a red
optical in a gray metal surface, he had not replaced his skin.
Worf frowned,"I thought of that, well not exactly......but, listen,"
he strode forward several paces, scanned with his tricorder and asked the
computer again.
"Dr Crusher is on the bridge," he and Data went a turbolift up, and
Data asked the question.
"Dr Crusher is in Counselor Troi's quarters........"
".....Captain Picard's ready room......."
".......Ten forward........"
"..........Sickbay......"
After several trips Data sighed,"So the computer is traveling through
timepockets too, registering the same person in different places all over the
ship."
"That raises a bad question," said Worf,"How do we know that people
we are talking to over communicators are even there?"

-

Deanna was unconscious on the table, slumped forward and snoring.
Beverly picked up the half full glass and sniffed the contents. She looked
at the bottle, half full as well.
She hesitated, then drank the contents of the glass.
"Not bad," she said, then dropped the glass, to the table, she
clutched her throat and made a hacking, coughing noise,"My God," she
whispered hoarsely,"Need a drink....." she rushed to the replicator and
whispered,"Water."
Nothing happened, she asked again and again, then finally gave up,
she staggered around, the feeling should be abating, she thought, but it was
not. In desperation she grabbed the bottle and took a swig, the liquid
actually did soothe her throat, but when she removed the bottle it began to
burn again, she took another swig, then another and another.
"Hey," muttered a voice,"Save some for me," Beverly looked down and
saw Deanna, awake and blinking groggily, she reached out and took the bottle,
which nearly slid out of her hand.
"Need it," whispered Beverly,"No water."
"Computer...water..." said Deanna, water appeared in the replicator,
Beverly stared at it, suspicious, then drank it down, it soothed her throat
some. She turned and looked at Deanna, who was swishing the last part of
Tequila in the bottle around disconsolately.
"I don't know how that stuff got you drunk," said Beverly,"But
you....." suddenly Deanna's sad expression made her want to laugh, and she
did, loudly.
"Huh?" said Deanna, looking around,"Wass'up?"
Beverly stumbled against the table and caught hold of it to support
her weight,"You," she said, pointing at Deanna and struggling not to
laugh,"Are so drunk......"
"Yeah," said Deanna, attempting to rise to her feet,"Well, look who's
talking."
Beverly spun around, almost falling over,"Who?" she said, and cracked
up laughing.

---

Data and Worf entered Data's quarters, they peered around, when Data
ordered the lights on the computer did respond.
"She's not here," said Worf,"Scratch that one off the list."
Data did so mentally,"What would Dr Crusher be doing in my room
anyway?"
Worf stared at him meaningfully and Data, his emotion chip on, looked
away embarrassed.
"Come on, where next?"
"You know," said Data,"This is almost certainly futile, in each time
pocket she isn't just going to sit around, she'll move about, I anticipate
only a 34.789045% chance we will find the real her."
"I believe in luck," said Worf,"And some good has to come our way
eventually."

---

Beverly and Deanna, supporting each other, staggered down an empty
corridor, it had been evacuated because of a time pocket in the area. They
were singing a song Beverly remembered from her Academy days - it was rather
bawdy and disgusting, or so she had thought at the time, now it just amused
her :

The woman's name was Fran
She did my entire clan
She had the biggest tits
She'd do you for two bits
She had a real tight cunt
She even did a runt.......

Deanna joined in after getting the gist of things, and eventually
they found themselves at Holoroom 6.
"What's up?" asked Deanna, peering about in a drunken haze.
"I wanna show you this holoprogram Wesley sent me,"She said, she
suddenly burst into tears,"He's such a good boy...."
"I know honey," said Deanna, petting her hair,"He's a fine, fine
boy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Beverly, pushing her away,"You
saying you're attracted to my boy, you saying you did my boy?"
"Huh?" said Deanna, leaning against a wall,"No.....but I uh....think
he's a fine young lad, make his Dad proud."
"Yeah," said Beverly, sniffing back tears,"But I........never mind,
come inside the holoroom, it's great."
They walked into paradise.

---

Picard finished speaking on his communicator, he turned to
Riker,"Data wants to meet you in holoroom 1, something about the problem
being solved."
"Is it wise to separate?" asked Riker,"Data's plan needs all of us."
"Data knows what he is doing," said Picard,"Get to it."

---

Worf grinned,"I told you good luck would come our way, we can escape
these timepockets - you're sure that it will work?"
"Of course," said Data,"It's a 98.6742% proof plan, as long as no one
goes into the major time pockets on the bridge or holoroom 1 we'll be fine."

---

Deanna stared around at the rolling expanses of hills, the sun shone
on forests far in the distance, everything was green.
"It's beautiful," she whispered in awe,"And Wesley made this?"
"Yeah," said Beverly with a smile,"Just for his Mother, there was an
oak tree like this on Jack's home on Earth and we used to picnic there."
"You miss them don't you," said Deanna with a smile,"Wesley and
Jack?"
"Yeah, Jack most of all, but I've gotten over it," she gave a drunken
grin,"It's sex I miss - I haven't got laid since I met that 'ghost/alien'
thing."
Deanna snorted, but didn't mention the fuck they had both received on
DS9 when battling the ancient Vulcan Sorceror Tapek. (*)
"I sometimes think that that's all that men are good for - fucking."
"Yeah - I just wish we didn't have to cater to their needs so much -
we should be able to concentrate on our own pleasure, not theirs."
"I know how you feel, I tried that with Worf and he left me for that
bitch Dax!" she spat the name out,"Claimed it was because I was trying to
'change' him! Not that he still doesn't fuck me when he gets the chance!
about what you'd expect from a Klingon."
"Is he.......you know........big," asked Beverly, a small smile on
her face.
Deanna laughed,"He's huge - I sometimes think I'm gonna burst - but
once's he cum, it's over."
Beverly sighed,"He's never there for you, I bet he's never eaten you
out has he?"
"Not once, no man has - they just shove their cocks in and cum."
Beverly sat down and slid her arm slowly down between her thighs, she
began to make small circles across her crotch with her middle finger,"This is
the only pleasure I get anymore - I can't use vibrators - they make me feel
so pathetic and alone."
"I know," smiled Deanna, rubbing her own crotch now,"So whenever I
can I feel myself up."
Beverly slid her hands down her pants and began moving faster,"But it
does feel good - I love it - I just wish someone else would do it to me."
"But what man would ever wank a woman?"
"Even if they did - they wouldn't know how - only a woman knows."
Deanna nodded, coming to a decision,"Move your hand out, I'll do it."
Beverly looked up at her,"No fooling?"
"No - but you have to do me afterwards - promise?"
"I scratch your cunt, you scratch mine?" they both laughed.
"Yeah," said Deanna at last,"Take you clothes off."
They both slid out of their clothes and stared at each other - Deanna
had bigger tits, but Beverly had a nicer ass - she was taller and Deanna felt
small and insignificant in comparison. Beverly lay on the ground, her cunt
was well trimmed which made Deanna sigh in relief - she didn't want to have
to work her fingers through a bush.
She got onto her knees and began to slide her fingers up Beverly's
thighs, the Doctor groaned in pleasure and arched her back, spreading her
legs wider. This gave Deanna better access to her cunt which she quickly
spread open with her other hand, she slipped one finger in and began to slide
it in and out - it had no problems, the drunken Doctor was well lubricated.
After a little time, when Beverly's moans got louder, she slipped another
finger in and began to slide faster and faster. Cum dripped from Beverly
thighs, wetting the grass below her. Deanna felt a sudden, insatiable urge
to eat her out, and she moved her head closer, reaching out tentatively with
her tongue she gave a quick lick and found she liked the taste, Beverly
groaned in pleasure and arched her back higher. Deanna removed her fingers,
eliciting a groan which quickly changed to pleasure as Deanna positioned her
mouth around Beverly's cuntlips and began to suckle on her cunt, no juice
escaped her as she sucked on the inebriated physicians cuntlips. Beverly
screamed in pleasure and came, her juices flowing freely from her pussy,
Deanna drank as much of it as she could, but about half flowed around her
face and down her cheeks.
The Betazoid could barely believe the pleasure and she found herself
pressing her fingers into her own cunt - remembering the pact she quickly
swiveled around so her own dripping cunt was over Beverly's face. The doctor
also remembered and quickly went to work - licking and sucking on the
counselor's vagina. Both females came at the same time, their juices flowing
down asscheeks and facecheeks alike. Beverly reached around and cupped one
of Deanna's buttocks in her hand - she placed her cum-saturated finger on her
asshole and slowly began to work it in, Deanna moaned in pleasure as the
finger worked it's way up her tight anal passage.
Beverly came again and she cried out in pleasure, she grabbed her
Betazoid sex partner's clitoris between her teeth and bit lightly, and the
cum flowed again, almost drowning Beverly in cunt juices. Deanna finally
collapsed on top of Beverly, then rolled her cum soaked and exhausted body of
Beverly, a small but audible pop could almost be heard as Beverly's finger
slipped out of her ass.
Beverly sat up and grinned at Deanna, who was breathing heavily, she
leaned over and began to suck on one of her large breasts.
"Please," panted Deanna,"I ......can't.......take
much............can't take much.........more of this."
Beverly bit her nipple lightly and then sat up,"You can't be tired
already?"
"All fucked out," whispered Deanna,"Maybe you'll........have to
use..........a vibrator after all......" she giggled.
"If only there was an humanoid vibrator, living for my sexual
pleasure," said Beverly wistfully, then she sat up straight,"There is!"
"Huh?" asked Deanna, sitting up, all thought's of exhaustion fading
from her drunken mind as the thought of a humanoid vibrator came into her
mind,"Where?"
"Follow me," said Beverly, standing up awkwardly and pulling on her
clothes, she picked up the near empty tequila bottle,"We're going to Data's
quarters."

End Of Part One.
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