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From the Forum section of PlayBeing Stardate 48184.6
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"I've always enjoyed reading your Forum stories, but I never believed I'd have
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a story of my own to tell, until that unforgetable night on Vulcan. Our ship,
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the USS Nancyboy, had stopped in geosyncrous orbit around Vulcan, and the crew
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were being rotated to and from the planet's surface for 72 hours R&R. Whilst
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the rest of the medical bay crew were enjoying shore leave, I had the task of
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stocktaking the medical supplies. Suddenly, my intercom badge buzzed, and I was
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ordered by Capt. Grogan to take my medical kit and proceed immediately to
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transporter room 3 for a medical emergency on the planet.
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I arrived to find the medical wing looking as if a team of Klingons had being
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playing "toast the treble". A fleeing Bjornan orderly stopped me, telling me
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that embassador Sarek had lost control of both his bladder and his latent
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telekinetic powers. The orderly babbled something about the building not being
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able to take it any more, but I knew I had to attend to Sarek's arse.
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As I stepped into Sarek's room, the first thing I noticed was the sheer,
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backless surgical gown he was wearing. It was emerald green, and showed his
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tightly clenched buns off perfectly. Now, I'm normally a strict homo-species,
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but those gorgous, firm, round, lustmuffins caused me to give in to my dark
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hetero-species desires. I unzipped my uniform in three seconds flat, applied
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a generous amount of KY to my PleasureProbe, and advanced upon Sarek. As I
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strapped him down, he appeared to regain lucidity. "Spock, I <gasp> must speak
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with Spock" he cried. Then he saw my pulsating Meat-O-Man. "It's not <gasp>
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logical. It does not fulfil any procreational <gasp> purpo...AAGHHH." I plunged
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my PleasureProbe deep into his Chocolate Starfish. Backwards and forwards, I
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pumped into Sarek's now non-virginal arse. His groans and moans started getting
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more and more gutteral, and I had to dig my fingernails into my own arse to
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stop myself from cuming. I felt Sarek marshal his remaining strength as he
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attempted to use his mind powers to force me from his body. A few sharp blows
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to the back of his head convinced him that this was not a good idea.I noticed
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that Sarek's breathing was getting faster and more ragged, and so I stepped up
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my pace to match it. Suddenly, I felt his anal muscles start to spasm, and I
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knew his end (pardon the pun) was near. I started to thrust into Sarek just
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like Lt. Worf and I had thrust into Ensign Wesley, back when I served on the
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Enterprise. As I reached the point of no return, Sarek screamed, and I felt the
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earth move under my feet as he released all his remaining telekinetic energy
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into the room. It was too intense for me, and I blew my load there and then,
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producing more HomoSapiensSpooge than I had ever done before. As I withdrew my
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choad from his abused and battered arse, Sarek emitted his death rattle. As I
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moved to close his eyes, I couldn't help but notice the smile on his lips.
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