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Holodeck Nine (Randyman and Qedesha)

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Randyman

Meteorite
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Oct 21, 2009
Ensign Surok tried his best to maintain his composure as he walked down the winding corridors towards Holodeck Nine with slow, deliberate steps. He nodded politely as he passed his fellow crewmates, none of whom would notice the light beads of sweat upon the young Vulcan's brow, nor the Holoprogram clutched tightly within his fist. "The Pon farr must be upon me!" he thought to himself, which was only confirmed by the way he inartfully turned his head to stare at the nearly-overflowing bust of a passing female. Although it would be extremely unusual for a Vulcan as young as he to go into heat, that seemed to be the only plausible explanation for the "symptoms" he had been experiencing. Still mateless, it was rather fortunate that he had been able to acquire a Holodeck program from a shady-looking Ferengi who promised it would take care of all his needs, and more. His footsteps quickened as he neared the large bay doors leading to the Holodeck, yet strangely they did not open when he approached. "Computer, open door to Holodeck Nine," he commanded in a monotone.

"Access denied. Holodeck Nine has suffered significant system corruption and is closed for maintenance."

A hint of annoyance would cross the Vulcan's features as he quickly input several key commands into the panel.

"Override accepted. You may experience anomalies with your Holodeck program. Have a good day."

The large bay doors quickly opened with a soft whooshing sound, and Ensign Surok would wait for them to close behind him before he inserted his Holoprogram labelled "Intergalactic Harem" into the arch panel.
 
The grid of yellow lines shimmered as if they were behind a heat wave, and then were replaced with featureless grey squares, as if he was in a large box of deck plating. The computer spoke again, the normal efficient, rapid voice replaced by a much slower, more sensual female voice.
"Welcome to the Harem. Wel... wel... welcome to the Hahahaharem. Error in code sector four. Please input the parameters required."

The room pulsed a brief red, as if an invisible warning light had flashed briefly.
 
The angled brows of the young Vulcan knitted momentarily as he considered his options. This was the only available Holodeck, and if he turned back now, he wouldn't be able to book another one for weeks. That was the logical thing to do, of course, but the Pon farr superceded everything, even logic. "This one still seems to be in fair operating condition," he rationalized to himself after quickly looking around. "And that voice is quite nice, aside from that little glitch... perhaps I will hear more of her." He cleared his throat before speaking again with succinct words, "Computer, load harem. Persian style decor. Populate with females of every known humanoid race." The slightest hint of a smirk crossed his lips as he spoke his next command, "And create an avatar for yourself, computer, to guide me through this intergalactic harem. Vulcan. Female. Slim, athletic build. Large mammaries."
 
The grey walls faded away, widening as they did so. Tall walls formed in their place, raising three stories to a high, vaulted ceiling. The walls were made of warm red woods with gold gilding, windows with soft sunlight streaming through. There were doors along the length of the wall, and a staircase on each side leading up to the balconies that overlooked the main floor.

An outline appeared in front of him, humanoid in shape. It was generic at first and then filled out a series of appreciable curves. Colour suddenly flooded into it, revealing the form of a well-endowed Vulcan woman, beautiful in a rather precise, stylized way. She smiled a neutrally welcoming smile, inclining her head in greeting.

"Program ready, Ensign," she said in the same warm, seductive tones.
 
The young Vulcan ensign turned his head all around as he marveled at the architecture of the Intergalactic Harem, although he noted a few strange anomalies, no doubt due to the system corruption; a potted plant hovering several inches off the ground, a sand dial flowing in the opposite direction against gravity, a clock that seemed melted into the wall. His eyes widened as he watched the computer form a curvaceous avatar before him. "There certainly doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her," he thought to himself. Immediately his hands were upon her, one sliding around to fondle her behind, the other cupping and massaging her breast, as he ground his bulge into her lustfully with an almost maniacal look on his face. It was something he had always imagined himself doing in real life, walking up to a complete stranger and groping her freely - a very un-Vulcan impulse which he was free to act on in the Holodeck. Although, he was strangely disappointed by the complete lack of reaction on her part, but what could one really expect from groping a computer. "Computer," he addressed her even as he continued to squeeze her breasts, "The Ferengi recommended the Klingon female in heat. Take me to her."
 
Responsive or not, the avatar certainly felt real... both breast and butt were warm and firm, a very sensual handful as the avatar stood, pliantly unprotesting as she was fondled and humped. Her even expression didn't change as she responded to the instruction.
"Warning. The Klingon Female room is known to result in physical injury. Diagnostics on current out-parameter checks are reporting anomalies. I cannot recommend proceeding."

Despite the warning, one of the nearby doors clicked open. Vigorous Klingon cursing and the sound of someone crashing around came from the open door.
 
Ensign Surok barely heard the computer's warning as his efforts were instead focused on undoing the front of her uniform. It took several sharp tugs with both hands to fully bare her breasts, and upon doing so, her nipples were immediately assaulted by his fingers with tweaks and tugs. He wondered if they would grow erect, which would be an indication that her avatar body was indeed fully functional.

He dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand, "I'm sure the Holodeck safety protocols will keep me safe enough. Now let us proceed." Slipping an arm around her waist, he then proceeded to escort her towards the Klingon ward and past the open door as the bulge in the front of his uniform grew and throbbed in anticipation.
 
Despite the avatar trying to remain professional and helpful, there were definite algorithms running to respond correctly to his caresses. A flush covered the pretty Vulcan's face, her nipples were quickly rigid under his hands, and her breathing was noticeably faster. She moved pliantly with his guidance, large bosom jiggling as she swayed at his side.

The view that met their eyes was not a common one to the inhabitants of the quadrant. A Klingon woman, dressed in nothing but rather tattered lingerie, appeared to be taking apart the furnishings in the room. Long, toned legs led up to a muscular behind, a flat stomach, a positively awe-inspiring pair of breasts straining at a lacy bra, and a face that was quite beautiful despite the heavy forehead ridges and sharp teeth. She was very much a sexy woman, but at a scale larger than any human.

She glared at the Vulcan.
"Be gone, child. I have no time for you," she snapped, muttering a few more rude words in Klingon as she returned to rummaging through the ruined cabinet beside the low bed.
 
I hint of a smile tugged at the corners of the ensign's lips as he watched the computer's nipples grow engorged. He would definitely have to explore her algorithms further, but his attention was quickly garnered by the new female that came into his sight.

His gaze started low at the curves of her toned calves and slowly, admiringly worked its way up her feminine musculature, up those impossibly long legs to her firm behind, then upwards still past those washboard abs, to rest upon her massive breasts, their sheer succulent magnitude making him lick his lips unconsciously. His eyes lifted to hers as she spoke to him, but her words of dismissal would barely even register. She was nothing more than a computer program to him, a sex toy, who existed only for his pleasure. She was no more alive than a holophoto, and she certainly posed no threat to him in the safety of the Holodeck. "Wait right here," he told his computer companion as he gave her a harsh, jarring spank on the ass.

Arrogantly, he approached the Klingon female, her height becoming more apparent as he neared, towering over him by more than a head. As soon as she was within reach, his hands were upon her, just as fast as they had been on the previous female, and he expected no different reaction. From behind, one hand would grip her firm rear and squeeze it gingerly, while the other snaked around her body upwards to cup a heavy, overflowing handful of breast. "Yes, very nice. I think I will have this one, computer," he commented out loud. He was so transfixed, he did not even notice the Arch that flickered into existence behind him, the panels flashing red with warning lights, before it disappeared as quickly as it came.
 
The computer's avatar jumped at the solid wallop to her bottom, blushing more as it tried to remain composed. The body of the Klingon female felt just as erotic, if somewhat more toned than the Vulcan avatar. Warm, smooth, filling his hands with pleasing sensuality.

Unfortunately she was also a very good emulation of a serious Klingon warrior. The blow to his chest was casual, almost an aside, but it had enough strength and weight to lift the young ensign off his feet and deposit him on his back on the bed. Fortunately she disregarded him after that, returning to her search. She was bent over as she reached into the back of the cabinet, giving him a rather good view of her smooth nether regions.

There was something hard underneath him in the bed, pressing against his shoulder under the thin covering.
 
Both hands of the eager young ensign now grasped at the Klingon female's luscious mounds from behind, his fingers once more reaching to caress the nipples of his new holo-playmate through her tattered lingerie, all-the-while grinding his perfectly positioned cock bulge right between her firm ass cheeks. But the young Vulcan had barely enough time to cop a good feel before he was flung off his feet to luckily land on the bed with nothing hurt but perhaps his pride. He leaned his head forward from his position on the bed to study the Klingon for a moment, wondering what she was searching for, his well-endowed and erect member still straining against the confines of his form-fitting uniform. Finally realizing he was laying down on top of something, with a slight grimace, he reached beneath his shoulder while still facing the Klingon, and asked, "Is this what you're looking for?" just as he grabbed hold of it and quickly pulled it out, not having any idea what it might be himself, for a dramatic reveal.
 
"My D'k'tagh! You found it!" The large, healthy woman leapt onto the bed, landing astride him, grip on his wrist tight as she tried to wrest the dagger from his hand. She was strong, but then so were Vulcans.
Her soft, warm nether regions pressed against his bulge and her eyes widened, briefly distracted by the substantial mound she could feel against her nakedness.

The Vulcan avatar, her large chest still bared, watched with apparent interest as the klingon woman ground down on him briefly, eyes half-closing before she regained her control and returned to forcefully taking the dagger from him.
 
Ensign Surok's looked surprised to discover it was a dagger he held in his hand, and even more surprised when the Klingon female lept on top of him after it. His hands struggled against hers for it, the beating of his heart beginning to quicken as the edge of the blade grew closer to his face, but the bulge in his pants a had a very different struggle of its own, grinding up against her sex with wild bucking hips, desperate to be set free and enter the warm depths between her legs. Hands twisting for control, the very tip of the blade slashed his cheek, drawing a green trickle of blood, the shock of it all causing him to release his grip on the dagger completely. Incredulous eyes turned towards the computer's avatar as he demanded, "Computer! Turn on holodeck safety protocols, now!"
 
The Klingon wrenched the dagger away, then held it up proudly, sitting erect astride him. Her hips continued to roll against him, almost unconciously, her dark face noticably flushed with excitement and a growing hint of lust. Her large mammaries jiggled as she moved against him, gazing at the dagger happily.

The computer avatar's mouth opened, but instead of the soft, sultry voice, the simple error sound that the cmoputer made when unable to perform a task was emitted. The figure was still watching the scene.
 
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