Star Trek - Thy'la (Spock x OC)

Chapter 25 - Neko-nomicon

Edited: October 27th, 2024

- One Week Later -

After the.. 'event', I practically had to have a team come in wearing hazmat suits with pressure washers filled with bleach to clean up Spock's mess.. I've truly never seen that much cum come out of one creature before, it's absolutely insane.. how do Vulcan females do it? I have no fucking idea. I feel terrible for Amanda but at the same time.. She's got somebody to match her freak like I do, Jesus Christ.. Spock fucked me on ever surface he could, he tries to get to the fucking Captains chair but thankfully the locks stopped him.

After the thorough deep cleaning of our living space, I've finally allowed S'tel to come back from staying with Uhura. But in all seriousness? Ponn Farr is no joke. After a week of constant love making with a Vulcan, you're gonna come out with some bruises and bite marks, I was fully aware of this. Hell I couldn't walk for a full goddamn day.. But Spock? he won't let anybody know, but I know he feels really guilty about putting me through that. He couldn't control his strength, and if I was a 'normal' human? I would likely have some broken bones by now.. Any who, luckily 'Ponn Farr 2 electric boogaloo, back with a vengeance' happened while nothing bad or important was happening around the ship. That would of made Spock feel even more guilty for something he has no control over.

Apparently after my small hiatus with Spock, I'm needed urgently on an away mission to the planet we're currently orbiting. Something about 'humans with weird ears and how they only converse with females' or whatever Jim said. Luckily I've asked Uhura to watch S'tel while we work this issue out.

Sighing loudly to myself I rub my eyes, adjusting my cufflinks as I walk to the transporter room. Spock trailing closely behind me, arms behind his back.. Formal as always my adorable little nerd.

Entering the room, I look up and see a frazzled looking Jim leaning against the transporter console. Hair ruffled up and various small cuts on his face, an odd glazed look in his eyes. "Thank God you're here Alex. Those.. things are fucking nuts, they tried to-" Jim still panting looks to me.

Eyeing him up and down closely, noticing his ripped open fly. A smirk grows on my face. Ever the politician Jimbo.. solving problems with his cock, one cumshot at a time. "Death by Snoo Snoo, Jim Jamboree?" I snort loudly.

"I um.. what?" Jim taken aback looks at me with confusion. Holding his hand out in the air with a confused shrug.

"It's a futurama reference.. You wouldn't get it.. It means getting fucked to death.." This poor universe doesn't even have Futurama.. for shame.

"Oh.. well.. yeah then.. I barely escaped, their chief is.. quite a woman." Jim smirks recalling the recent memory of getting his pelvis beautifully shattered.. "She said something along the lines of 'The Males are used as breeding cattle and slaves'." He says to me with a grimace.

"Hmm okay. Alright so what do we need down there exactly? Like what's our objective here?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean backwards slightly. Looking to Jim with a brow raised.

Spock steps forward holding a bag filled with various empty containers. "Our mission is to collect various samples of flora for research. From my orbital scans I have noted many promising things. If I can get some samples, I believe we may discover a component that may lead to a cure for various life threatening disease's." Spock steps onto the teleporter pad looking over to me. Adjusting the strap on his sample bag.

"Alright then.. that should be easy enough. Stay close okay Spock? I'll tell them your my uh.. breeding slave 'er something." I wave my hand dismissively standing on the teleporter next to him, Jim gives me a small smile as we beam down.