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Warning: This story contains coarse language and sex scenes between Seven
and Chuckles. If this offends you... join the club!

Disclaimer: No profit is intended in the writing of this story. Star Trek:
Voyager and its' characters are the property of Paramount and Viacom.

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Mmmm. So TPTB spared us the sight of Chakotay and Seven actually having
sex. Does it seem remotely plausible that the ratings-obsessed Paramount
(who brought us the 8th and 9th wonders of the Delta Quadrant all
shrink-wrapped for us in the infamous catsuit) would do such a thing? Was
Seven actually rendered comatose by the jealous holographic Seska from
"Worst Case Scenario" instead of her emotional inhibitor? Or is there
another explanation?



ST - Voyager: Software Error (What Really Happened Between Chakotay & Seven)
by Odon (M/F,oral)

Commander Chakotay, his features mild with fury, stormed onto Holodeck Two.

"This time she's gone too far!" Voyager's first officer muttered to himself.
Kathryn might enjoy playing mothers and daughters with her, but as far as
he was concerned Seven of Nine should have been disassembled long ago for
Naomi Wildman to use as a Meccano set. Apparently that Borg had the
impertinence to stick her tongue down the throat of a holographic
representation of... himself! It was a severe breach of protocol to use
holograms of actual crewmembers for one's sexual enjoyment. But as usual
Seven thought Starfleet regulations were for wiping her Borg arse on.

Well two can play at that game!

"Computer," said the Commander to the empty holodeck. "I want you to create
a roll of toilet paper with a copy of the Starfleet Regulations printed on
it! On second thoughts belay that; I've got a better idea. Create one
holographic representation of Seven of Nine for sexual relief purposes.
Authorisation Chakotay Angry Bear."

"There are currently a hundred and forty holograms of Seven of Nine on the
database created for the purpose of sexual release," intoned the computer.

Chakotay blinked in surprise. It looked as if Seven wasn't the only
crewmember wiping their arse on Starfleet protocols! His face took on an
evil grin. "Computer, display Seven of Nine hologram created by... Ensign
Kim! Authorisation Chakotay Sly Fox."

A six-foot blonde in black leather and knee-high boots appeared and cracked
a whip at the Commander, making him jump back ten feet. "Lick my boots you
insignificant human!"

"Computer delete program!" he shouted in panic, and Harry's deviant fantasy
vanished.

"Great Spirit!" Chakotay gasped. "We really need a ship's counselor." A
sudden thought struck him out of the ether. "Computer, does Captain Janeway
have her own sexual relief program of Seven?"

"Correct," answered the computer.

"Well that explains everything!" Chakotay raved, his wooden face struggling
to express a tiny fraction of the outrage that he felt. "That's why I could
never get my leg over with her! All that crap about Starfleet regulations
and her fiance and `I'm the Captain and the ship must come first!'. The
truth is she's gay! I bet she never even had a dog either!"

Commander Chakotay was livid over how he'd been made to look a fool. Every
time he'd gone on a spirit quest his ancestors, the Rubber Band People, had
castigated him for being bossed around by a white woman. "The blood of
countless native warriors runs in your veins," his father had said. "Why
don't you just scalp her?" The only thing that had kept Chakotay from doing
so was the hope that he might one day be allowed to shave the hair between
Kathryn Janeway's legs instead. But there was clearly no hope of that now!

`Well if I can't have her,' Chakotay thought wickedly. `I'll have her
squeeze instead. And I don't mean that damned bartender!'

"Computer, activate the Emergency Sexual Relief Hologram (Seven of Nine
version) of Captain Kathryn Janeway. Authorisation Chakotay Cunning
Bastard!"

Seven of Nine re-appeared, this time dressed in her dermaplastic biosuit,
though her hair was in two pigtails instead of its' usual tight bun. The
Borg pouted at Chakotay with her full lips. "I've disobeyed another order.
Do you wish to spank me?"

"I want you to `copulate' with THIS!" Chakotay said, reaching into his pants
and pulling out his Angry Warrior of Love (The Terror of Cardassia). Not
even the Obsidian Order's best agent Seska had been able to defeat this
mighty weapon of the Maquis. Even when Voyager had been in imminent danger
of being taken over by the Botha in "Persistence of Vision", all B'Elanna
Torres could think about was her long-held fantasy of being pleasured by
Chakotay's Hyperspanner of Heaven.

Seven of Nine dropped to her knees before Chakotay's Sector 001, looked it
in the eye and said, "Subunit of Commander Chakotay, state your intentions."

"Hey, why are you talking to my Great Totem Pole of the Equator?"

"You are of the male gender, Commander. I am merely addressing the part of
your body that makes 99% of your decisions." The Borg studied Chakotay's
limp penis and raised a metallic eyebrow in critical review. "In it's
current state it is inefficient. It requires accelerated growth in my
maturation chamber." Seven pulled the cock into her hot mouth and proceeded
to suck the commander off in a highly efficient manner.

Chakotay moaned helplessly as Seven engulfed his manhood with her perfectly
formed lips. `Send a subspace message to Starfleet,' he thought,
paraphrasing Picard. `I am engaged to a Borg!' The first officer's face
was impassive with ecstasy as he felt the love juices building up in his
organ, ready to spurt endlessly into that mouth that sucked like the subspace
sinkhole that had swallowed up Tuvok and Paris in "Gravity". "Prepare to fire
photon torpedo!" he roared, ready to blast Seven all the way back to Borg
space. It had been a long time since he'd last gotten his rocks off! (Well
not that long, but Chakotay had forgotten all about that business with Kellin
in "Unforgettable").

Suddenly however the pressure on his groin was released. Chakotay opened
his eyes in surprise to see the former drone wiping her lips and saying,
"Computer, deactivate Seven of Nine hologram."

"What are you doing?" Chakotay protested. "I was just about to come!"

"That is why I desisted," Seven answered coldly as she de-materialised. "I
do not require liquid supplement at this time."

THE END

    

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