Hot Wet Arrival (Closed)

[Silvergirl]

Dr. Patricia McNamara (Ship’s Doctor)

"Dr. McNamara...I, uh, don't think it's serious....Sorry...I didn't mean to disturb your work..."

Patricia felt a little mean when she took out the injector gun and sent the poor silly man into unconsciousness. Afterall, despite his injuries, it was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he was likely trying to flirt with her in his own self-conscious way.

He'd be out of it for hours at least, possibly a day.

She then set up the regeneration protocols on the healing bed and used one of the med-bots to move the engineer to it. Closing the transpex chamber she turned away as the machinery set about automatically stripping him of all his clothing to better access the areas of injury. His burns were terrible, but he'd definitely live.

She went back to her cabin for some well deserved rest, but her sleep was restless. Strange dreams, barely recalled, but erotic and dark kept coming to her while she slept. Unbidden during her sleep, unconscious of what she was doing, her hands drifted far more often than usual to the place between thighs. Patricia awoke to the sound of her alarm-clock beeping to find her hands both were firmly inside her panties playing with her wet centre. Embarrassed and mortified, she quickly withdraw her hands and cleaned up, then dressed for her shift duties.

I haven't been that horny for a long time, not since....

Much later, Patricia returned to the sickbay to check on her patient, and was pleasantly surprised; he was healing very well and might be up and about his duties in record time. Then she checked the medical records and scans, and the pleasant surprise turned to scientific curiosity and bewilderment.

5% increase in muscle mass
4% increase in bone density
17% increase in haemoglobin
Overall 4.75% increase in total mass
Testosterone and androgen levels were at peak levels, as were growth hormones, and numerous other hormones, but at peak levels not for an adult male...they were peak levels for an extremely healthy teenager!

What in the cosmos???!!!

 

[Lovelynice]

OOC

As the FSS Tien Fei approached ever closer to the mysterious blue-green giant planet, strange energies were bathing the ship, passing through the vessels shields with impunity, undetected by any of the ship’s sensors, but having subtle yet powerful effect on the still unaware crew. Mistakes were being made, minor ones, yet they were not really mistakes to the mass-mind of the distant planet. They were carefully planned manipulations, shaped by the unconscious desires of the crew, the most dominant and closest to the mass-minds central personality were those of the men. It was their darkest deepest desires that were of most influence on the powers that were expressing themselves.

A temporary glitch in the automatic cleaner-bots led to all the women’s slacks being reclassified to be disposed of by recycling.

A tech-bot installed the wrong kind of chipware in the sonic showers…but only the women’s cabins. The tingling of a good clean became more enjoyable than the designers had intended.

The censoring software of the ship’s library failed, not only allowing porn to pass unfiltered, but also setting a direct feed from the some of the floor-mounted security cameras which were installed by mistake by a tech-bot a few hours before.

Meat rations doubled in the men’s meals as the autokitchen slipped an electronic gear.

A sleepwalking technician unknowingly rewrote all the clothing manufacturing software, then sent an order that all female uniforms were to be replaced before the next duty shift.

Not all the errors were comparatively harmless; a numeral mistake of one digit typed was leading to an avalanche of other errors. The first sign was the rise in temperature and humidity, but the cause wasn’t in life-support. It was in the main CPU of the ship, the brain of the Tien Fei….

 

[cgraven]

The sight of scandalously short skirts for the female crewmembers, the replacement of their practical work boots with uniform dress pumps, the alluring sight of their toned atelic legs had the Ted in a frenzied state. The day that he caught the sight of Dr. Patricia McNamara’s panties on the floor mounted security cameras only fanned the dark fantasies he entertained.

Tart was the word that sprang to his mind the day he encounter Lt Grace Tanaka in her newly issued uniform that was at least a size and a half to small for her alluring figure. Lt. Ted Yamamoto’s dreams where filled with buxom maidens, and withering beasts, he was the hero of these dreams. Grace Tanaka, Patricia McNamara most often where at the center of these dark dreams.

The strange effects on the crew where not only limited to the women the men became more aggressive, short tempered, their remarks to the women becoming more sexually blatant daily. Tien Fei was in trouble yet oddly the second engineer could care less.

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt Grace Tanaka

Grace wondered what could be taking the captain so long, as she knew that he was on-duty. He was normally quite prompt at least in a quick reply. She wriggled a bit in her seat, the wetness of her panties making the plas-padded seat very slippery. Then she tried to pull down at the embarrassingly short hem again, looking down though, her sheer panties with their frilly lace were easily visible. She was very surprised to find the automatic laundry service bots had replaced all her panties with sheer ones. They were all T-backs too, which was even more surprising.

Grace had been quite certain that such things were not regulation issue for female starship crew, but a check of the regs was an eye-opener. According to Federation Starship Regulation 12, section 9, paragraph 14, all female crew members on long voyages that exceed 3 months are to be issued automatically with frilly laced, T-back panties made of sheer seflon fabric. The dating on the regulation only just pre-dated the launch of the Tien Fei.

She wondered how that regulation slipped through the usual conservatism of the Federation Starforce. Oddly the regulation had a sunset clause; it would expire at some encrypted date & time, that Grace didn't have the security clearance to decrypt. Only the captain did.

Where was the captain?

She called again on the paging system for the captain, but there was no answer. Confused by this, Grace stood and walked over to speak with the newly awakened, Comms/Sensors Operator. She walked a little unsteadily for the high-heeled pumps that she’d been issued during the previous shift were extraordinarily high. For some reason though, Grace never even thought to complain about the mistake. Losing her all her uniform slacks in the laundry service was far more annoying; she had ordered some more but the damn computers sent her indecently short skirts that instead (the hems were only 4” below her crotch!). When she sent them back, the replacement articles were skirts again but this time another 2” shorter…

She shimmied and swung her hips flirtatiously, but unconsciously as she walked over to Keiko, who had replaced Indira Patel (Indira having gone back to cold-sleep). It occurred to her that it was quite odd how Keiko was sitting, the back of tight skirt pulled up so that her panties were fully in contact with the plas-padded seat. Then Grace realized that she had been sitting the same way too. It was a position that revealed a heavenly amount of feminine thigh.

“Keiko?”, she asked her, “I just tried paging the captain again but there seems to be some kind of problem with the ship-board intercom.”

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

“Keiko?”, she asked her, “I just tried paging the captain again but there seems to be some kind of problem with the ship-board intercom.”

Ensign Keiko Inara jumped a bit in her chair, for she hadn't heard the Lieutenant walk up behind her. Discretely, she tried to pull her skirt down so it at least covered her sheer panties, but there simply wasn't enough fabric on the skimpy new uniform. She was relieved that the Captain didn't seem to be on the bridge.

She turned to look up at her superior officer. Grace -- Lieutenant Tanaka! she reminded herself -- looked stunning in the revealing new uniform, which looked a bit small, for it pushed her breasts up and outward. As did her own uniform, Keiko realized with a blush. She'd given up tugging on the front zipper that only reached the point just below her full breasts. If she didn't know better, she'd swear her boobs had grown while in cold sleep.

"Uhh, roger that, Lieutenant!" she responded. "The--ahem-- um, the intercom and a number of other systems are showing intermittant software errors that are interfering with communications. I'll see what I can do."

Keiko had to clear her throat, because her voice was a bit husky. Perhaps it was the months of cold sleep, but Keiko found herself having trouble concentrating. The long and normally refreshing sonic shower she'd taken had served only to increase her distraction. She prided herself on her professionalism on the job, but it was increasingly difficult with the embarrassing wetness she felt permeating her shear panties.

Squeezing her thighs together, Ensign Inara flashed her hands over the controls, trying to reroute the shipboard communications.

"Captain Macleod, please report to the bridge," she voiced, her finger depressing the override. She'd tied in directly to the intercom hardware, bypassing the ship's automated protocols. She repeated the call, but still there was no answer. She turned to the Lieutenant and shrugged.

Then she leaned over. Even though they were alone in the bridge, she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Umm, Lieutenant, do you have any . . . normal uniforms? This one doesn't cover me at all! What will I do when the men show up?"

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance MacLeod

"Dammit," he growled, when he reeceived no response from the bridge. This was no good Inara, you better be on this already.

He rose from his desk, and headed back toward the bridge. It took him only moments to get there. The dorrs slid open before him, soundlessly. He could see the mystery planet on the sensors, as he stepped up behind Tanaka's station. Odd. But odd was why they were out here.

"Report," he growled.

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt Grace Tanaka


"Umm, Lieutenant, do you have any . . . normal uniforms? This one doesn't cover me at all! What will I do when the men show up?"

Grace glanced down at Keiko, her eyes shifting to look between those smooth shapely thighs, easily seeing the fine dark hairs through the sheer fabric of her panties. She looked longer than she should've and caught herself with a blush. Then Grace dismissed the feeling with the thought it doesn't matter, we're both girls anyway, we're allowed to look.

"Ah...no....I haven't", Grace replied, “There’s something wrong with the clothing fabricator software, I think. Umm…have you noticed how when you sat down…that you….um…pulled up the back of your skirt? I’ve just realized that I was doing the same thing… maybe you could pull it down and the front would cover a bit more too?”

Grace clenched her hands for a moment, distracted by how horny she felt.

I’m going to have to excuse myself to change my panties soon, they’re soaked through…oh god…I just realized…They’ll be really transparent when they’re wet!

“I better get back to my station…”, Grace said, hurrying away with her face blushing hot.

As she sat down, Grace pulled the hem of her skirt up so that she wouldn’t be sitting on it. Then she caught herself doing it, lifted herself for a moment and tried to pull the back hem of the tight skirt down again, but couldn’t. Thinking it was stuck, she stood up then and pulled the skirt down. Then Grace sat down again, lifting the back hem of the skirt up so her bottom and wet panties were in direct contact with the seat.

Why do I keep doing that?

She looked down and could easily see her own panties, with her pubic hairs visible through the sheer fabric as well. The odd thought occurred to her that maybe if she shaved herself, well then her pussy hair wouldn’t be so visibly obvious. Then she pushed that thought away with a shock.


No way, what a silly idea. Everyone would think I was being kinky.

Thinking to hide herself another way, Grace tried to cross her legs, but it felt really uncomfortable and she couldn’t quite do it right. She gave up and was still distracted with the problems of trying to maintain decency when the captain entered the bridge.

Grace quickly tried to tidy herself up, but the front hem of her skirt was too short.

The captain was scowling, as he usually was these days.

"Report,"

Grace nodded, glancing for just a moment at the masculine bulge in the captain’s trousers.

“Yes, sir”, Grace answered, “Several hours ago after the Navigational sensors and Astro-computers came back online, we detected that the Tien Fei was already deep within the planetary system of a red giant star with a white dwarf companion star. According to charts, no such star system exists in this quandrant and the nearest red giant to our location is at least 25 light years away. Nav-comp showed that during the blackout period when our sensors were off-line, we had drifted several million kilometres from where we should’ve been. I double-checked the calculations…um…”, she paused, recalling how horny that had made her feel, before continuing, “..ah…we were indeed under the influence of a gravity field and the sensors were definitely not faulty.”

“Ensign Inara reported that Sensors showed at least 12 planets, and my calculations of the..um…gravitational anomalies…confirmed that. We are also passing extremely close in stellar distances to a Garden World, sir. Only 0.64 astronomical units, less than 90 million kilometres away. Our present course will bring us very close, even if we do not change bearings to investigate. It is a very unusual planet, sir. Multiple moons, two of which rotate about each other as well. Fully habitable. Ensign Inara has reported that life-readings for the planet are off the scale, far more than old Earth. Oh, and it is also a giant planet with 32 times the surface area of Earth, yet has only 70% of Earth gravity…”

Grace glanced down again for a moment, acutely aware that her panties were visible, and even more so, the fine soft hairs of her pussy could be seen through the sheer fabric, especially at the patch of wetness. She tried to keep her thighs tightly closed, but always when she wasn't concentrating on keeping them closed, her legs slightly parted.

“One other thing, sir”, Grace said, “During the recent problem, our last two probe rockets were launched in a malfunction. If we are going to survey the planet fully at all, we will have to do our own orbital mapping directly, and we will definitely have to land the Tien Fei if we wish to perform any atmospheric testing or biological surveys. No more probes, sir.”

 

[Armphid]

Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke

Melchior frowned down at a datapad, just finishing his official shift. Not that as Chief Engineer he wasn't always on call, and he still tended to spend a lot of time in Engineering anyway. After the lecture he'd gotten from the Captain a week ago, and the Old Man's short temper since, he was determined not to let anything slip past him.

Yet things were. Over the last few days he'd found almost half a dozen things that were operating out of spec, yet when he'd gone back and checked the regulations, they said that the parts were up to spec. He knew exactly what every system was supposed to be like. He'd studied Tien Fei throughly, and he had memorized as much of the tech manuals as he could. Though the maintenance bots had printed new manuals, the old ones having been destroyed. He'd hadn't known that an update was needed, but it checked out in the CPU.

And now they were different. The temperature and humidity were now supposed to be 10% higher than before. The new uniforms for the women, which he had to admit did please him greatly, were now in his new regulation book. The meat rationing system in the autokitchen had shrted out, altering meals...but the computer now said that those meals were regulation.

Mel leaned bacfk in his seat, closing his eyes. "What is going on..." "Hell, is anything going on or am I just crazy like Ted says." He'd tried discussing it with Ted, but his friend was really irritable lately, and snapped enough that Mel had to actually remind him of rank. He'd let Ted speak and act more familiar than him than he should because of their friendship, but he never thought Ted would get so close to abusing that trust. And what could he say to the Captain? Sir, I think there's something wrong with the ship, several system alterations and minor errors, but the computer says everything's fine, as do my manuals. Right. That'd go over well.

"But I'm the Chief Engineer," he said to the empty room, "if I notice a problem...I've got to say something, don't I?" The thrumming purr of the ships' engines was the only reply. His other assistant was back in cold sleep. Pity. A smile came to his face, he'd have liked to see her in these new tight shirts and short skirts.

The smile widened as he considered the bounty of porn which had been dumped inot his computer one day. The failure in the library computer had been fixed, but he hadn't bothered to delete anything or to close the direct camera feeds he was now getting. He had an entirely new appreciation for the ladies of the Tien Fei thanks to them. God, they were all so sexy. Long legs, pert asses, ample, firm breasts...and those new uniforms! He could feel his phallus hardening just thinking about it, and fought to keep him hand from drifting lower on his body.

Mel sighed, clearing his thoughts. He could watch and say dream about that later. He had places to be. And he had a duty to fulfill. "Computer, please inform Dr. McNamara that I am on my way to sickbay." "Also, please send a message to the Captain's ready room that I need to see him at his earliest convenience."

He left Engineering, hurrying down the halls. Dr. McNamara had been pleased at his recovery, but said there were some...odd readings. She'd wanted him to come by after his shift so she could see how he was doing. In truth, he was very pleased. Patricia McNamara seemed to get sexier every day, her large breasts seeming to get fuller and firmer, her body tighter and more alluring. She was still the star of his many fantasies, though Grace Tanaka and Keiko Inara (who he still hadn't met in person) were also prominent.

Arriving at sickbay, he didn't press the buzzer, just walking in. "Hello, Dr. McNamara." "I just got off shift, and you wanted m-er, to see me." "Is this a good time or should I come back later?"

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr. Patricia McNamara (Ship’s Doctor)

Patricia had re-examined all the medical records of Mel from the time when he’d entered service to the present. No where had there been any signs of the peculiarity his metabolism showed when he’d healed from his injuries recently. She’d rechecked the medical systems as well, but they were working perfectly. Although the anomaly seemed to be an improvement in Mel’s health, it was very unusual and unheard of in medical history.

Thoughts about Lt. Commander Melchior Locke had also begun to haunt her, and she remembered all too well how large he was; medically speaking, his genitalia was rather beyond the norm, if what she saw in Sickbay last time was anything to go by. Last night she even dreamed of performing a check of his semen production – orally. Her dreams had been very feverish recently, and not only of the Chief Engineer, but dreams of sex with most of the crew as well, male AND female. That aspect truly confused her, as she’d never entertained lesbian thoughts before in her life (until the past few days) and had always considered herself strictly hetero.

Thinking of these things as she dressed in her cabin for her shift after a sonic-shower that had left her more breathless than expected (as if it was learning how to do it even better...wooh!), Patricia was mortified by shortness of the newest regulation issue skirt. It was barely covering at all, only a bare few centimeters below her V. The clothing fabricator must have made a mistake for certain. These…things…these panties were so sheer that everything showed – literally. With them on, and the short-short skirt there was no way that Patricia would risk bending over near any of the men.

While she was dressing, her com-badge beeped, but there was no message. That had been happening a lot recently too. They were still fixing the damaged systems, and nothing had really worked normal since. One of the technicians had also told her that some updated schematics had been received from Earth and they were trying upgrade to the new standards; which did explain a lot.

Normally, Patricia tended to keep to herself and not pay much attention to her surroundings during her walk to Sickbay, but this time she couldn’t help but notice the intimidating masculinity of the crewmen, the lovely and desirable figures of the young women. She noticed that many of them appeared fairly young; perhaps a coincidence among the latest awakened from cold-sleep. Most looked to be in their early twenties, some too young to starship crew (which couldn’t be true, of course). The beauty and youthful looks of the women was the most startling, it looked as if the ship was being over-run with them.

She’d only just arrived in Sickbay when the alarm came in; a brawl had started in the ship’s mess. A brawl! On this ship!? We hardly have enough crew for a brawl. When the injuries were accounted for, only two men were seriously wounded enough to be taken to Sickbay. She had both of them now being treated by the autodoc while running a full diagnostic. Both men had beaten each other near to death and were lucky to be alive. Nobody seemed to know even what the fight was about.

Patricia sat down to analyze the scans and medical diagnostics, and was surprised to find the same pattern as had occurred with the Chief Engineer. It was more pronounced than in his case, which may have explained the fight. She wriggled a little because her panties were getting annoyingly wet. That had been happening too much and was VERY distracting. Not wanting it to interfere with her work, she reached for the injector and another shot of the Anaerotilon to keep her calm and focused. It wasn’t working as well as it used to, but that was to be expected.

Oh damn, she thought, I’ve run out… Oh well.. I should be okay, I’ll just have get some more made up.

She went back to examining the medical data, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. A few times, Patricia tried to pull down the front hem of her skirt, but it never covered much. Feeling a little too hot, she unzipped the front of her tunic a bit more – but cautiously. It sometimes got stuck and wouldn’t go back up again. It didn’t help that the tunic had to be too small, as her breasts pushed out the front way too prominently. The fabric seemed thinner too, for she could see the points of her nipples pressing against the material.

“Hello, Dr. McNamara."

Patricia was startled out of her reverie as the Chief Engineer strode in Sickbay without even a by your leave. Maybe the buzzer was broken, Patricia thought.

“Hello Mr. Locke, sorry, I was thinking about something else…do come in”, she replied.

She turned around in the seat, grabbing a porta-comp to cover the exposed V of her panties. Damn these tiny skirts! She then remembered the zipper on her tunic, and realized that she would be exposing an indecent amount of cleavage. She didn’t want to bring attention to it by trying to zip it up though, as she knew the zipper was bound to get stuck. It usually did. Pity he didn’t give some warning before barging in.

"I just got off shift, and you wanted um-er, to see me."

“Oh…oh, of course”, Patricia said, “I wanted to check on your..um….health, but well….the main scanners are being used at the moment”

She indicated towards the two men in the autodoc chambers.

"Is this a good time or should I come back later?"

“No…no….it’s fine”, she demurred, “I’ll..un…use this thingy…the porta-scan…I mean”

Thingy?, she thought to herself, What’s wrong with me today? Must be those dreams, I’m missing sleep.

Patricia stood up and came walking over to him, unaware of how her hips swayed and her blush seemed to make her flirtatious.

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance MacLeod

He nodded at the conclusion of her report, and placed his hand on her shoulder. He felt her stiffen under his touch, and found himself understanding why. He was never so informal with the crew. But he let his hand linger there, nonetheless.

He looked down at Grace . . . Lieutenant Tanaka . . . and his breath caught. She looked remarkably disheveled, especially for her. She had been one of his first recruits, the prime reason for which was her reputation for being cool under pressure and in control. But her uniform looked . . . shrunken. Her legs were parted, and he knew that if he just leaned over slightly . . .

He clenched his teeth, and pulled his eyes away. The planet. Yes.

"We should check this solar system out. Any serious anomaly has precedence over our current mission, and I would say that a solar system appearing where one shouldn't be is one hell of an anomaly."

He noticed his thumb was stroking the back of Grace's . . . Lieutenant Tanaka's neck, and he pulled his hand away slowly.

Must be lack of sleep.

He frowned, and looked at the other bridge occupant. The young Ensign looked even more disheveled that . . . Lieutenant Tanaka.

Not on my ship.

He found himself wanting to teach the women a lesson, and was momentarily shocked. the sort of lesson he'd been wanting to teach them, was not the sort that belonged on a starship.

He could feel his cock moving in his tight trousers, and growled in frustration.

He turned his back, went to the Captain's chair, and sat.

"Tell me. Has there been a new uniform issued without my knowledge?"

He frowned at the two women, hard.

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt Grace Tanaka

The captain’s manner was confusing to Grace, first he was his usual gruff way, then he actually touched her neck…and began...stroking…the nape of her neck. She’d felt a thrill go through her then, unconsciously she parted her thighs slightly more as inside she clenched tighter. Wetness seemed to flood her panties after that, and it was all Grace could do to stop herself from moaning out loud. She bit her lip and kept her hands firmly on the data console.


"Tell me. Has there been a new uniform issued without my knowledge?"

The captain said in a frighteningly loud voice after he sat down. Grace shivered, but it was a nice shiver and her panties became even wetter. Trying to maintain her cool, she slowly and deliberately called up the uniform regulations, then turned towards the captain in her swivel chair. She didn’t notice immediately how her thighs parted just enough that the captain could easily see the gap of her sheer, and very wet panties.

“Um….Yes, sir”, Grace replied, “During the last two shifts, the clothing fabricators and automatic laundry bots began a changeover in the duty uniforms for female crewmembers, Sir. I was worried about it myself, thinking that it must have been a glitch, but according to all files, and in the handbooks, it’s all according to regulations issued just prior to our launch, but which did not come into effect until we passed the three month point of the voyage, Sir.”

Just then, Grace noticed where the captain’s eyes were looking and how her thighs were parted. Blushing, she tried to close her thighs, but instead they opened wider the more she thought about closing them. The captain seemed very focused on the revealed space between her legs, which only made her blush hotter. She really tried to close her thighs then, and they spread wider still instead. Blushing with shame, not knowing what was wrong with her, Grace had the odd impression that somehow it was the captain willing her legs to spread wider. As if he controlled them, not her.

Grace shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her panties soaked through completely, as a long silence seemed to lengthen, the only sound in her ears being the rapid panting of her and Ensign Keiko Inara.

Feeling a sense of panic, Grace suddenly asked the captain, “Unnn….permission to be excused, Sir! I need to change my…um…. panties…”

Freaking out at what she had just said, Grace felt her cheeks burning red-hot, but she didn’t stand up. Her thighs were spread in a wide V, and she wasn’t handling the humiliation too well, but she even as she endeavoured her hardest to close her legs, her thighs spread of their own accord slowly every wider. She glanced over at Keiko and saw that her thighs were spread equally as wide as her own. The captain seemed to be struggling with himself, his face a mixture of emotions and determination. He clenched his jaw so tight, that one could easily have thought that he was grinding his teeth. He still hadn’t answered her, and Grace felt trapped. It felt as if she needed his permission to leave, even to stand up. Both her and Keiko’s thighs were now spread as wide apart as they could go, and the captain was looking from one to the other with a hot glare and a strangely unfathomable expression.

Just then, a tone beeped as a new message arrived from Earth. It downloaded into the ship’s computers extremely fast, but it had all the correct codes, those known only to the captain. Grace looked at the data console as the uniform regulations changed in front of her eyes, and something accessed the bridge security controls. Then new regulations came up on the screen that made no rational sense, and yet had all the correct codes, digital signatures, and authorizations…..

The new regulations went on display on every screen on the bridge, and on the main screen as well as if to make absolutely certain that they were not missed. But only those on the bridge would see them; the security clearances were too high for anyone else.




FEDERATION REGULATION UPDATE 12.37628 – ALPHA
CODE EBONY BLACK, PERMANENT BRIDGE CREW EYES ONLY

Due to information received by Fed-Intel from interrogations of Human Liberationist rebels, we have learned that saboteurs successfully planted Blue Thrush bio-bombs in hidden locations on 2 starships prior to launch. The FSS Tien Fei is one of those starships. Since Blue Thrush is lethal to young women, and Bridge Crew are vital to the running of a ship the following new regulations apply;

7-Sec-Para-3.3: Only the Captain of a starship may enter the bridge when female bridge-crew are on duty. The bridge is now off-limits to all other male crew during the female bridge-crew's shift. The Captain of a starship has access to the bridge & the cabins of female bridge-crew at all times.

7-Sec-Para-4.2: Female bridge crew will not be assigned to duty on the bridge when male bridge-crew (other than the captain) are on duty. All female bridge crew will be assigned to the bridge on the same duty shift.

5-Sec-Para-8.9: All bridge security cameras are hereby deactivated during the female bridge-crew duty shift. Alternative security measures will be activated.

6-Sec-Para-6.1: Female bridge-crew are hereby required to remove skirt and underwear when entering the bridge, and may not wear bras at any time. Removed skirts and underwear are to be disposed off, and when leaving the bridge new uniform components will be issued. This rule has a sunset clause, effective until a full atmospheric flush can be performed at the nearest habitable planet with a suitable atmosphere.

6-Sec-Para-6.2: Female bridge-crew are hereby forbidden to wear skirt or underwear while within their own cabins, or when in the cabin of any other female crew-member.

6-Sec-Para-6.3: Female bridge-crew will be issued with new single-piece uniform tunics for duty when their assigned starship is performing planetary surveys and/or landings. To maintain protection against risk of Blue Thrush, underwear will not be permitted AT ANY TIME.

14-Sec-Para-2.13: Female bridge-crew are hereby required to report to the Sickbay at earliest opportunity for 24 hour observation for symptoms of Blue Thrush. During said observation, female bridge-crew must remain within Sickbay, and are not permitted to wear any clothing, but must remain nude (all clothing that they are wearing on arrival will be disposed off, and not replaced until the expiry of the observation period).

16-Sec-Para-3.27: All Navigation Officers currently awake are required to go through the Astrogator transformation program. – exact details of this classified program will be sent separately (CAPTAIN’S EYES ONLY).

18-Sec-Para-4.19: Female bridge-crew who fail to comply with the above regulations as stated in UPDATE 12.37628 will be in breach of Federation Starforce regulations and will face summary punishment as decided by the Captain.




OOC
I only made the "rules" above larger print & spaced them as they were hard to read.

Here's a basic synopsis for female bridge-crew;
# we have to go Sickbay at end of the this shift for 24 hours observation - in the nude even when somebody else comes in, I suppose.
#The Captain can enter our cabins whenever he likes.
# Apart from the Captain, we'll be the only ones on the bridge during our shifts. No other men during that time.
# When we go on the bridge, we remove skirt and panties. No bras allowed. They're disposed off until the end of the shift, then we get new skirt and panties.
#No skirts or panties in our cabins either, or when in another female's cabin.
# When we get to the planet, no more underwear ever. New uniform is a short single-piece tunic.
# Lt. Grace Tanaka is about to get a big change in her life....

 

[Armphid]

Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke

"There is a God," Mel thought as his eyes feel on Dr. McNamara. Her wavy chestnut hair seemed fuller, more vibrant than usual as it cascaded down her shoulders. The light blush on his cheeks as she stood and approached him, coupled with the swaying of her hips, brought an answering flush to his own. His will quickly caved into his baser instincts as his eyes fell to her partially unzipped tunic, and the expanse of cleavage that it exposed. The pert nipples, visible against the sheer fabric seemed to pull his gaze over the fullness of her ample bosom.

Mel's eyes widened, his mouth feeling a bit dry. Unconsciously, he slowly licked his lips. Then, her words broke his reverie and he forced his gaze up to her face. "That's fine, Doctor." He was trying without success to pay no attention to the stirring he was beginning to feel in his nether regions.

He smiled, a nervous yet friendly smile, trying to set her at ease over her momentary lapse in memory. "The porta-scan will be fine, Doctor." "And don't worry, I won't mention the "thingy" incident." He laughed, "I still end up calling half of my tools "whatsits" or "The thing with the you know," so you're ahead of me." "By the way, uh...as long as you don't think it's improper, just call me Mel." He shrugged, "I just...I'd like it, that's all."

His eyes hadn't left her yet, not even when she had pointed out the auto-docs in use. She looked fantastic...just like his dreams...except she looked...younger, somehow. She was seven years his senior, he knew that. But she looked like she was his age, or within a year at least. "I also hope you don't mind me saying this but...you look really good today, Dr. McNamara." "Pretty as Tien Fei herself." He took a deep breath, silently berating himself. That was a bonehead thing to say. At least when she was on duty. "Umm...so, what do I need to do?" "Do you need me to, ah, strip down for this?" In a way, he hoped so.

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

Keiko watched from her station as Grace gave her report. The details of the report were lost on her, for the young ensign found herself staring at Captain Macleod's powerful masculine frame, her eyes glancing furtively to his crotch. He seemed impatient and a bit angry, and she was relieved that he seemed to be directing his attention on the lieutenant.

Grace was finishing her report, and the captain's hand was on her shoulder, his thumb clearly rubbing her neck. The nerve of Grace, to so brazenly display herself for the captain. It wasn't professional. Keiko leaned forward in her chair, her breasts pressing urgently against the thin uniform. Her thighs continued separating as she looked longingly at the touches Grace seemed to be enjoying. It wasn't fair, I'm as pretty as Grace, she thought, grimacing as the wetness between her thighs began to throb, as if calling for the captain's touch.

"Tell me. Has there been a new uniform issued without my knowledge?"

Keiko gasped quietly when the captain's angry gaze turned to transfix her. She shook her head, as if to protest her innocence. But his attention was already back on the lieutenant. Grace was obviously feeling the same discomfort, for she seemed to squirm in her chair as the captain looked down at her shapely thighs. Keiko looked in amazement as the Lieutenant spread her thighs a little more. The captain was riveted, and Keiko realized her own knees were going wider as well. It was so indecent, and she wanted to snap her thighs shut, but the shocking wetness was driving her do the opposite. She found herself wishing for just one glance in her direction from the handsome but intimidating Captain, and her legs spread further. Her soaked pussy must have been fully visible if he would only look. Why didn't he look? The thought of him seeing her so exposed made her heart pound in her chest, her breaths coming in short quick sighs. Maybe if I removed my hair down there he'd want to look? Oh god, What's wrong with me, I could never do that! she thought in despair.

“Unnn….permission to be excused, Sir! I need to change my…um…. panties…”

Yes, Grace, please leave! Leave me alone with Lance! And then she had a thought. Maybe the captain should leave her alone with Grace? Keiko stifled a moan, for she felt a delicious contraction in her inner muscles. That thought shocked her, where did it come from? Grace was beautiful, and sexy, but Keiko had never thought of her that way, had she?

Keiko shook her head. What's got into me? she thought. She wanted to close her thighs, to cover herself before the captain saw her so shamefully exposed, but what if he wanted her to keep them open? She couldn't disobey, could she? Biting her lip, Keiko waited helplessly for the captain's next command, though she feared what that might be.

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr. Patricia McNamara (Ship’s Doctor)

She tried not to smile much, although it was very tempting as the Chief Engineer seemed rather boyish and silly, and it didn't help her composure that he also appeared very fit and muscular. He had a solidly hard appearance, as if he was stronger than his size would've caused one to assume. His uniform was stretched tight over his athletic frame, and he looked youthful. More like a college football star than the Chief Engineer of a starship, but his easy manner and strength made him also seem...somehow...older and more mature than her.

He even smelled sexy!

Blushing brighter, Patricia walked up close to him, surprised at how he seemed much taller than before. He towered over her, his eyes glittering with interest. She pushed down the hot thoughts, glad that the last dose of Anaerotilon wouldn't have completely worn off yet.

"By the way, uh...as long as you don't think it's improper, just call me Mel." He shrugged, "I just...I'd like it, that's all."

Patricia smiled at that, and insisted, "No, not while we're both on duty Mr Locke...but perhaps in private..."

Had she really said that. It wasn't what she'd meant to say, it sounded almost like a-come-around-and-see-me-sometime kind of statement.

"Just stand still, this won't take too long I hope", Patricia told him as she used the porta-scan and walked around Mel.

"I also hope you don't mind me saying this but...you look really good today, Dr. McNamara.", Mel told her as Patricia walked around him for a second confirmatory reading.

In her cool doctor's manner, long used to men flirting with her, Patricia simply commented, "Thank you, Mr Locke, I'm glad that you think so."

She glanced upward at him though, feeling more thrilled by the compliment than she usually did on other occassions.

"Pretty as Tien Fei herself.", Mel added as if more hopeful

At that Patricia even allowed herself a slightly chuckle.
Then she went back over her desk and plugged in the porta-scan for analysis. Deep in thought, she'd almost rudely forgotten the Chief Engineer was still standing, so she waved him over.

"Take a seat, Mr Locke", she told him, "This shouldn't take too long, but it happens sometimes."

She sat down, pullling up the back of her skirt to make sure that her sheer panties were in contact with the seat. Then swivelled in her chair to face Mel as he sat down on the adjacent chair. Absorbed as she was in the seriousness of her duties, Patricia hardly noticed how her knees parted and the V of her panties was impossible for the Chief Engineer to miss as she faced him. Unconsciously Patricia parted her knees a bit wider.

"Ah...here it is", she exclaimed, as the analysis completed, "Well, Mr Locke, it seems whatever it is has increased in effect."

She glanced down at the interestingly large bulge in his pants, not realizing how her words and manner appeared.

"I think we will have to ask you to strip afterall", she said huskily, while being completely serious and professional - despite the blush and her dilated bedroom eyes.

Badluck for somebody intervened however, for at that point the Doctor's medical station suddenly displayed ALERT in big red letters with a bio-contamination symbol. Patricia quickly turned and flashed her hands over the board, to call up the data, and was relieved when to find it wasn't an immediate alert but a medical warning passed on from Fed-Intel.

Blue Thrush?

She'd never heard of that one before, but the symptoms were detailed and horrifying. It was a GM biowarfare mutational variant of candida albicans, immune to all known antibiotics, 99% lethality among young women and teenage girls, virtually no effect on anyone else.

The file included how to protect against it, and the details were surprising.

 

[Xenocide_613]

Lieutenant Brian North; Science Officer

Brian North sat in his cramped lab going over data that was streaming in from the shipboard sensor arrays. Rather, he was attempting to go over said data.

Analysis of radiation frequencies and solar variances was difficult when the only head he’d been able to think with for what seemed like the past week had been the one below his belt. Just moments ago he would have sworn he’d seen the ample curve of Lt. Tanaka’s breasts in a picture of a solar flare from this system’s star. He had a bulge in his pants to prove it.

Not that he hadn’t had a perpetual hard on since…hell, he couldn’t remember.

And the temperature! How was he supposed to think when the ship was hot as hell! Well, the temp wasn’t so bad, but he could have sworn the de-humidifiers weren’t operational. An inquiring hail of engineering had yielded up the information that the humidity was as regulations specified.

He cleared his mind of the complaints that ran through the back of his head and tried to focus. He pulled up a printout of the atmospheric readings for the garden planet that seemed to be the only one in this system capable of sustaining life. He’d attempted to send various probes to the surface, and he was amazed and frustrated to find that all the probes had been lost. He was shocked when the software to assemble more probes had been rewritten, and new Federation Regulation was that all experiments were to be done planet side!

North sighed as he went over the meager data he’d been able to procure from the sensor arrays. The atmospheric conditions seemed similar to earth, with the same types of vegetation, but his hand were tied until the Captain gave him leave for an expedition.

The Science Officer flipped on the holoprojector to get a sense of the layout of the planet. When the beams of light appeared, he was instead greeted with a visual of the bridge, as if he was getting a live holofeed.

The Captain was staring hard at the view screen, and he seemed more uptight than usual. Brian shifted the angle and got a good look at Ensign Inara. His head spun at the glorious view he received as the attractive woman opened her legs ever wider for him to see. The combined looks of pleasure and horror on the woman’s face made his cock throb in his pants, and he zoomed the camera in closer on her obviously dripping sex. She wore the sheer panties he’d read were now regulation, and for once the distraction of the tantalizing woman made him forget about his work. He absently stroked his cock through his pants as he zoomed out a bit to get a glimpse of the woman’s entire body. He had complained about the change in the female’s uniforms, in how distracting it was and how there was no place for that on a Federation ship, but now he was so mesmerized by the sight of Inara he was about to shoot his load in his pants!

The holograph suddenly blurred into a series of greens and blues, leaving Lt. North staring at the planet he had originally called up. His jaw dropped at his sudden loss of luck, and his fist slammed down on the holoprojector for denying him the sight of the woman he had been lusting after since she came out of cryo-freeze. Sure, the doctor and Lt. Tanaka were both gorgeous as well, but there was something about Ensign Inara…he just couldn’t quite place it. She did seem rather virginal in her overall lack of experience with the ship.

A biowarning icon lit up on the lab’s com station, and three shrill beeps were emitted as a printout came through from Fed-Intel for the senior science officer to report to the bridge for a briefing on a ship-wide contamination of Blue Thrush. After the briefing, he’d see if he couldn’t try to convince the Captain to land on this giant mystery planet they’d found. How was a science officer supposed to work with out any real data? Also, he’d get a chance to see Inara up close and personal on the bridge.

With a growl he thrust his thoughts away from the attractive ensign. He glimpsed back at the atmosphere readouts before flipping off the lab holoprojector and heading for the bridge.

As the door to his lab slid open, North remembered he’d always found Asians highly attractive, and he shook his head in frustration as the door slid shut behind him.

 

[Armphid]

Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke

Was...was Dr. McNamara actually flirting back? The blush as she scanned him, and at his words, the way she was moving, and how her eyes kept wandering up and down him...though he thought they tended to linger on his crotch. It seemed like it, but at the same time it didn't. Perhaps she'd call him Mel in private, she'd said...did that mean she wanted to see him in private? The thought of being alone with her brought a few of his fantasies to his mind's eye once more and he felt the bulge in his pants swell further.

He sat at her offer, his eyes still on her, both busy admiring her incredible body and trying to figure out exactly what she was going for here. Then she swiveled the chiar to face him and his mind went blank. Her knees were spread apart, the short skirt concealing nothing now, giving him a full view of her panties. The sheerness of the material hid little from his view, giving the stunned young officer a perfect view of her most private of areas.

The electric blue eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. He shit it immediately however, not wanting her to notice her...exposed position. His cock was immediately fully hard, impossible to hide in the tight uniform, which had seemed to be growing smaller lately.

Well, Mr Locke, it seems whatever it is has increased in effect." Her eyes were on the bulge in his pants and he felt hsi cheeks flushing, though he still could not find his voice. "I think we will have to ask you to strip after all", she said huskily.

Mel blinked, still not believeing it. She..she was flirting with him. She wanted him! Recovering his wits, he smiled slowly. "If you think that's best, Doctor." "I'd be glad to-"

He was cut off as the alert came up, and almost swore aloud as she turned from him, knowing that any chances he had were gone now. He rose from his seat, coming up behind her as she called up the data. He leaned in to see, one hand over her shoulder resting atop the work station, the other on the back of her chair, his fingers brushing her back lightly. His face was grim as he read the alert, eyes narrowed. "Luck be with us," he breathed. This didn't look good.

He sighed, then nodded, deciding something. "My problem can wait, Doctor." "No worries there, whenever you want me, call and I'll be at your service." "Even in my quarters or off-duty...the way this looks, you'll have your hands full." "I'd like to make it easy on you."

A sudden thought occured to him. "I wonder...atmospheric flush...and the new regs made the atmosphere hotter...or they said they were regulations..." He shook his head, "Thinking out loud." "Listen, Doctor...I just got off shift, so I'm not needed in Engineering." "It looks like this could have you real busy in the next few hours." "If you need an extra pair of hands, I'm volunteering."

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance MacLeod

He coulkd see the Lieutenants panties, and they were practically transparent. he found himself wanting to see more, and to his surprise her legs spread wider.

He frowned, and looked up at her face. She had a very peculiar expression on her face. It was lust, a look he was more than familiar with in his life, and confusion, mixed with . . . fear?

He looked at the Ensign, and wasn't surprised to see her position had changed as well. She too, was sitting, spread-legged, exposing herself to him.

Again, he felt himself responding physically, and he squeezed the armrests on the captain's chair, until his knuckles turned white from the effort.

“Unnn….permission to be excused, Sir! I need to change my…um…. panties…”

His scowl deepened as he fought for control of his body. There was something . . . wrong . . . something . . .

Just then the new regulations scrolled across his private view screen next to his chair. He used the moment to pull his eyes away from the women.

The regulations were nonsense, but there they were, on the screen.

He clicked on the link regarding the Astrogator program, and entered in his private security code. What he saw made his eyes widen. This sort of engineering on the human body had been outlawed years ago. What the hell had happened to make them give the go ahead for this?

The oddest part of the transmission was the way it was coded. It was known only to him to prevent forgery. Which means that the message was authentic.

"What in the hell is going on here?" he whispered.

he knew about Blue Thrust, and had seen, first hand, what it could do to a woman. And he wouldn't let it happen to his crew.

He glanced at the Lieutenant, before looking at the Ensign, and fought to suppress his urges. He wanted to go to them, and tear the clothes off their frame. To push them on top of their consoles, one at a time, and force himself into them. What was happening to him? Again, he fought to suppress the urges, and his face hardened.

"Follow the regulations, and take us in closer to the planet. We'll flush the ship as quickly as possible. Remove the clothing articles as per our . . . new codes of conduct."

"And inform securuty to keep all men off the brige until I give the word."

 

[cgraven]

Ted Yamamoto had blown up at Mel, he had never done that before. It took several days before he worked up the courage to apologize to his old friend. The brawl on the mess deck tow men nearly killing each other what the hell was going on

He scanned the new orders, hell he knew he shouldn’t yet he was suppose to check out all comm systems and sub systems

FEDERATION REGULATION UPDATE 12.37628 – ALPHA
CODE EBONY BLACK, PERMANENT BRIDGE CREW EYES ONLY

Due to information received by Fed-Intel from interrogations of Human Liberationist rebels, we have learned that saboteurs successfully planted Blue Thrush bio-bombs in hidden locations on 2 starships prior to launch. The FSS Tien Fei is one of those starships. Since Blue Thrush is lethal to young women, and Bridge Crew are vital to the running of a ship the following new regulations apply;

7-Sec-Para-3.3: Only the Captain of a starship may enter the bridge when female bridge-crew are on duty. The bridge is now off-limits to all other male crew during the female bridge-crew's shift. The Captain of a starship has access to the bridge & the cabins of female bridge-crew at all times.

7-Sec-Para-4.2: Female bridge crew will not be assigned to duty on the bridge when male bridge-crew (other than the captain) are on duty. All female bridge crew will be assigned to the bridge on the same duty shift.

5-Sec-Para-8.9: All bridge security cameras are hereby deactivated during the female bridge-crew duty shift. Alternative security measures will be activated.

6-Sec-Para-6.1: Female bridge-crew are hereby required to remove skirt and underwear when entering the bridge, and may not wear bras at any time. Removed skirts and underwear are to be disposed off, and when leaving the bridge new uniform components will be issued. This rule has a sunset clause, effective until a full atmospheric flush can be performed at the nearest habitable planet with a suitable atmosphere.

6-Sec-Para-6.2: Female bridge-crew are hereby forbidden to wear skirt or underwear while within their own cabins, or when in the cabin of any other female crew-member.

6-Sec-Para-6.3: Female bridge-crew will be issued with new single-piece uniform tunics for duty when their assigned starship is performing planetary surveys and/or landings. To maintain protection against risk of Blue Thrush, underwear will not be permitted AT ANY TIME.

14-Sec-Para-2.13: Female bridge-crew are hereby required to report to the Sickbay at earliest opportunity for 24 hour observation for symptoms of Blue Thrush. During said observation, female bridge-crew must remain within Sickbay, and are not permitted to wear any clothing, but must remain nude (all clothing that they are wearing on arrival will be disposed off, and not replaced until the expiry of the observation period).

16-Sec-Para-3.27: All Navigation Officers currently awake are required to go through the Astrogator transformation program. – exact details of this classified program will be sent separately (CAPTAIN’S EYES ONLY).

18-Sec-Para-4.19: Female bridge-crew who fail to comply with the above regulations as stated in UPDATE 12.37628 will be in breach of Federation Starforce regulations and will face summary punishment as decided by the Captain.

What the hell was HQ thinking of that type of authority was clearly forbidden under at least a dozen Stareforce directives .Had the whole universe gone mad?

The phrase (CAPTAIN’S EYES ONLY) tied Ted’s hands there was no way that he could let anyone know he had seen the message, not even Mel. Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke had become withdrawn, aggressive and not at all the man Ted had call friend for so many years. The Captain was acting a bit strange too, short all most aggressive with his dealing with the male crewmembers, and yet uncharacteristically familiar with the female crew members. Something was indeed strange, Very strange aboard Tien Fei.

Ted Yamamoto was deep in thought as he made his way to his duty station when he brushed against a Tech 4th Class. The man hit Ted in the gut driving the 2nd engineer to his knees and start to Kick and punch Ted to with in an inch of his life. What ever had caused the other male member’s of the crew to be become Neanderthal hulks seemed to have had no effect on Ted Yamamoto. He curled into the fetal position drawing his knees to his chest, felt a rippling along his side and blacked out.

 

[Xenocide_613]

Lieutenant Brian North; Science Officer

As Lt. North strode purposefully toward the bridge, he absently nodded at the two marines who were stationed outside the bridge.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant.” The one posted on the right said flatly as he neared, “But the bridge is off limits to male crew to do the contamination of blue thrush.”

“What?!” North scowled. “Off limits to male crew?”

“Yes sir. Except for Captain MacLeod, sir. Special regulations have been issued by the federation to keep the crew unharmed.”

The Science Officer exasperatedly ran a hand through his ebon hair. He had heard of Blue Thrush, but he was no specialist in it. His focus was in xenobiology (the study of alien life) and astrophysics, not biochemistry.

As he stroked the stubble that had formed on his chin, he nodded to the two marines and slowly walked away from the bridge entrance. He took an autolift down to the underbelly of the ship and began to meander through the lower deck of the Tien Fei, as he often did when he was thinking. The “heartbeat” of a starship was often a catalyst to the thinking process, he’d found, and so here he was, pondering just what a contamination would mean. He knew that the agent only attacked females, but he was unsure of the details on how.

North had been wandering for five minutes or so, pondering the strange events of the past week, when he heard a strange sound from up ahead. A sound he knew but was unexpected in a starship.

He heard the dull thudding of flesh hitting flesh.

Not hesitating, Brian started forward, and came up behind an enlisted tech he’d seen once or twice smashing the hell out of the face of the 2nd Engineer.

“Yamamoto!” he whispered harshly at the bloody face in shock. “What the hell are you doing!” Brian yelled at the man. He tapped his com badge as he ran in to stop the tech from doing any more damage. “Sergeant Kerensky, Security team to lower deck, section seven!”

He’d closed the gap on the man as he finished speaking, and grabbed his elbow as the tech brought his arm back to smash his fist into Yamamoto’s face. As the science officer’s hand grasped the limb, the man spun, and his eyes were distant but crazed, as if he was possessed.

The tech snarled, and without thinking Brian slammed his elbow into the man’s forehead. Brown eyes rolled back into their sockets as the tech dropped to the floor on top of Ted Yamamoto, and Brian gasped as he lowered his fist.

He hadn’t hit anyone since melee training at the academy! With a shocked look of disbelief on his face, Brian dropped to his knees and flipped the tech off of the unconscious second engineer. He winced as he looked at the smear of blood on the chest of the technician, and his stomach dropped as his eyes darted to the battered face of Yamamoto.

The sounds of feet pounding down the corridor over the hum of the Tien Fei were a welcome relief as the security team came running around the corner.

“We need to get these two to sickbay immediately!” Brian frantically called. With strength he didn’t know he possessed, he pulled the heavily muscled 2nd Engineer up and onto his shoulder, smattering his face with the man’s blood.

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

"Follow the regulations, and take us in closer to the planet. We'll flush the ship as quickly as possible. Remove the clothing articles as per our . . . new codes of conduct."

"And inform security to keep all men off the brige until I give the word."

The captain's hard look snapped Keiko out of her heated stupor. The ensign hadn't even noticed the new regulation notice flashing across her screen, and she gasped as she began to read them. It wasn't possible, how could they expect female crewmembers to strip on duty?? Keiko couldn't imagine such a thing, especially in her current state, she would die of humiliation. She'd never heard of Blue Thrust, but it couldn't possibly require such bizarre measures.

"Uhh, captain," she protested, closing her thighs with an embarrassing wet snap. "These can't be right, there must be some mistake!"

He turned his hard gaze on her, and Keiko felt her body tense.

"I gave you an order, Ensign," he answered. Part of her screamed to just obey the captain, but something just wasn't right. She knew the punishment for violation of regulations, she'd be confined to quarters, probably only until this mistake was straightened out.

"Captain," she continued, gaining some courage. "I . . . I want to be returned to cold sleep, until these orders can be straightened out. I cannot . . . I can't take my clothes off while on duty, that just wouldn't be proper!"

Keiko slipped out of her seat then, and stood, brushing her skirt down in front of her, to try to maintain some dignity. Her other arm wandered in front of her breasts, to try to hide what the uniform strained to cover. Unable to meet the captain's eyes, she turned to walk out the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as she waited for the blowup that she knew was coming. But the new regulations were just too much, she knew there must be some mistake, and she'd be proven right soon enough.

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt Grace Tanaka

When she saw the new regulations pop-up on every screen on the Bridge, even the MAIN VIEW SCREEN (!), Grace knew that they were serious and extremely high priority. If the Federation Starforce had encoded that requirement into the displays, then they had to think it was Very Important…!

But when she read what the new regulations said, as she sat there with her thighs spread as wide apart as they could go in the limitations of the chair, and as her panties squelched with her overflow of sexual excitement & need, Grace found the new rules difficult to believe. They couldn’t possibly be legitimate, she thought, this had to be a joke! It had to be!

She read the rules, displayed on every screen, impossible to miss.


…Female bridge-crew are hereby required to remove skirt and underwear when entering the bridge, and may not wear bras at any time. Removed skirts and underwear are to be disposed off, and when leaving the bridge new uniform components will be issued…


It has to be a joke, a hoax, a prank by some horny technician. It has to be…


…Female bridge-crew are hereby forbidden to wear skirt or underwear while within their own cabins, or when in the cabin of any other female crew-member….


There was no way this was true.
But…
But…the codes were authentic, weren’t they? They checked out. The transmission was received from outside the ship, correct frequency, correct encryption, impossible to fake.

But the rules couldn’t be true!


…All Navigation Officers currently awake are required to go through the Astrogator transformation program. – exact details of this classified program will be sent separately (CAPTAIN’S EYES ONLY)…


What was that order supposed to mean? All navigation officers currently awake? That could only be applied to her, as Grace was the only Navigation Officer currently not in coldsleep. Astrogator transformation program???

Grace watched as the Captain checked the message too. Tapping in his own confirmation codes, the message download showing up as thoroughly authentic. Grace still hoped it was only a prank, or a forgery, but it was real! Impossible nonsense, but absolutely true.

Even so, Grace half-hoped that the Captain would deny it….but she knew he wouldn’t. The regulations were real, and Grace knew that she would have to abide by them, no matter how humiliating they were. She waited with bated breath as the Captain turned back to look at her with a hard intense stare that scared her to the bone. Grace had never seen him as serious as this before, he was gripping the chair arms hard enough to turn his knuckles white, and his eyes were both determined and momentarily sad as if some tragic memory was driving him now.

"Follow the regulations, and take us in closer to the planet. We'll flush the ship as quickly as possible. Remove the clothing articles as per our . . . new codes of conduct.", he ordered with a graveled voice through clenched teeth.

“Captain?”, Grace said almost in a whisper, her voice quavering and unsure despite his authority. She didn’t want to do this, please don’t order us to do this, she wanted to say.

His eyes burned at her, filled with distant memories and anger.

Grace bit back her rebellion, and stood up with her head bowed in shame, her cheeks burning hot like fire, a fire that seemed to burn all the hotter between her thighs and in her engorged tits which throbbed with delicious agony and need with every heart beat.

"And inform security to keep all men off the bridge until I give the word”, ordered the Captain in addition to his previous orders.

“Yes, sir….”, Grace said, forcing her right hand to slowly salute.

Grace passed on the orders to Security, and requested that a female Gunnery/Weapons Officer be awoken from cold-sleep to replace the current G/W Officer.

She then unclipped and unzipped the short silvery skirt, and pulled it down her long thighs and calves to drop to the floor. Then Grace bent down as she slid her soaking panties down as well and stepped out them. Her soft pussy fur glittered wetly, and her bottom felt cool and damp in the air of the Bridge. Grace then realized that she would have to take-off her bra as well, and blushed hotter as she unzipped her silver uniform top and had to take it off as well so she could remove the large cupped and frilly-laced sheer bra. Her big boobs bounced free (were they bigger than before?) as now Grace was completely naked, on the Bridge. She couldn’t help hurriedly putting her silver uniform top back on although it would be the only article of clothing she’d be wearing on the Bridge.

It felt strange to have the cool smooth material directly in contact with the skin of her tits, and her hard nipples tingled. Almost naked now, with her curved ass and the minimal hair of her young pussy on display, her legs completely bare except for the high-heeled pumps, Grace shivered in the cool air-conditioned air. She bent over with legs straight and picked-up her discarded skirt and wet panties, to walk with an unconsciously flirty swing to her hips to the main entry doors of the Bridge, feeling the heat of the Captain’s gaze on her all the way. Her backside burned hot with her shame as well, as she felt him admiring her, as Grace dropped her abandoned clothing into the disposal chute. Then they were gone.

Grace went back to her station and sat down, her thighs immediately spreading wide of their own accord, and her pussy throbbing with it’s song of desire for attention. She tried to close her legs, and this time she could, to her great relief, but it wasn’t long before her thighs were spreading wider again.

Grace then set about making the course corrections, powering-up the long unused Spinner Drives that were only used near planets. It would take a few days to reach the mystery planet, and they would have to orbit it for awhile for map-making, but very soon the FSS Tien Fei would be landing on an alien world. It was a beautiful green, white and blue orb on the main view screen, and Grace was looking forward to seeing what the planet was going to be like. It raised her spirits to think of the planet as a tropical paradise. Maybe she’d have a chance to go swimming and relax on a beach.

After that, Grace tried to keep herself busy, but everytime she glanced downward or shifted in her seat and felt the bare skin of her bottom on the chair, the nakedness of her ass, pussy, and long legs made her feel very strange and vulnerable. The wetness of her pussy was even more noticeable now that no panties disguised it or absorbed the lubrication. With nothing in the way, and her thighs often spread apart, it was all too easy for Grace to surreptitiously caress her slippery pussy-lips or dip a finger within without even being aware that she was touching herself most of the time.

She hadn’t noticed that Ensign Keiko Inara was refusing to obey the orders until she heard the harsh anger of the Captain…

"…I gave you an order, Ensign…!"

"Captain," Keiko was saying, "I . . . I want to be returned to cold sleep, until these orders can be straightened out. I cannot . . . I can't take my clothes off while on duty, that just wouldn't be proper!"


Grace looked around and saw Keiko standing in front of her station, still fully dressed and shaking, then Grace watched as the young Ensign started walking towards the Bridge doors…

Please don’t…, Grace wanted to say, Don’t do this Keiko!...Orders are orders!

 

[2ndSight]

Sgt Veronica Kerensky

Veronica had been barely awoken from coldsleep when the data-display in the cryonics section showed her orders to ready for immediate duty on the Bridge with a list of encrypted "secret orders" classified Code Ebony!!!. She tried to get ready as fast as she could, while at the same time reading through a new oddball set of regulations that the Federation had sent. All valid, but some of the new regs had to be absurd.

Dressed in her greens (but by some mistake a very short skirt instead of the standard pants - and that underwear!) she hurried to the Bridge. On the way, her com-unit beeped in her ear, and orders came through that there was a disciplinary situation on the Bridge. No details as to what kind.

But I only awoke minutes ago!

Then her com-unit beeped again with a message for her to get to the low-decks in a hurry, and she hadn't gone far from the lift when she heard yelling down a corridor on the way. In she ran and thinking, "Veronica to the rescue!", she found a badly beaten man being half-carried/half-dragged by a distraught officer, another unconscious man nearby. The distraught man kept trying to tell her something about the situation but he was babbling and upset. Veronica did a fast scan and saw that the badly beaten man was critical, with probable internal bleeding and a broken rib too close to vital organs.

Glad that she was by no means small, Veronica lifted the heavy victim and with the help of his friend ran carrying the victim to Sickbay. Not staying long as she had to run to the Bridge ASAP.

Then perspiring and panting after running the entire way, Veronica finally got past the tight Bridge security and entered the Bridge. It was only then that Veronica had the time to notice how unbearably randy she was feeling. It was like sweet torture, and she nearly buckled her knees as the desire hit her. She wondered if it was a side effect of waking up from being too active, too soon, after months in coldsleep. Her crotch was melting like butter dripping in an oven, and Veronica bit her lip, clenching her hands into fists as she fought for selfcontrol.

The situation on the Bridge looked abnormal enough to get her attention like a smack on the backside. Which she would've welcomed gladly at that moment too. The stray silly thought caused her to wriggle with some memory of anticipation of Luke, her last boyfriend. He used to spank her a lot, and she missed it so much right then.

On every display screen, there were copies of the new regulations that she'd been reading in such a hurry. She'd thought the rules had to be a joke, but orders were orders, rules are rules, and Federation Starforce regulations are the Word of God as they used to say in the bootcamp. Some of these regulations on the screens and on her datapad would be in the categories of sexual harrassment and top brass insanity. One of the bridge-crew thought that too, apparently, because she was about to leave the Bridge in act of protest and mutiny.

In the swivel-mounted captain's chair, Captain McLeod looked ready to explode into a rage any moment, as he watched the young ensign walking away and abandoning her duties.

Seeing those insane regulations, Veronica wanted to side with the rebelling Ensign (who looked way too young). The rules were crazy. But, seeing the rage on the captain's face and in his manner, Veronica could see a man who might truly lose it. He was too close to the edge. She might have to stop the young Ensign and force her to obey those insane regs just to prevent the Captain from going berserk and killing her. What had this young ensign done to get the Captain of a starship that enraged? He looked like he was grinding his teeth and eyes burned like twin laser beams with his anger.

Thinking that she must've missed some critically important factor, Veronica glanced around the Bridge, trying hard to learn what was going on. She was astonished to see another young lady who looked the same age as the ensign, basically in her late teens (which was ridiculous). This other girl was sitting down, so Veronica didn't at first notice that she was only wearing a silver uniform tunic - AND NOTHING ELSE!

Strangely as well, the other teenage-looking girl was sitting with her knees quite surprisingly far apart. Big busted too. Veronica wanted to see a lot of more of her. Her attraction to the girl was a little confusing; she really wanted to see a lot more of her.

Veronica then looked up at the nearby screens, every one of which had the new regulations displayed, with correct authorizations, proper codes, and in full detail. Details which had not been shown on her datapad - like WHY the new regs were necessary.

Blue Thrush.

Oh God, Veronica thought, Oh my God....!

She remembered what had happened in Polar City, Juno, where she'd been stationed on her first assignment with the Colonial Marines. It was where Blue Thrush had first appeared as an epidemic. The governing council had refused to change the laws to counter the epidemic with necessary clothing laws banning underwear for young women because they were worried about a backlash from the Christian Moralists faction. The base commander hadn't believed that such extreme measures were necessary either - he was later executed after a brief court-martial. Polar City only had a very small population but 2,582 teenage girls and young women in their early twenties had died from the Blue Thrush plague. She knew the exact deathtoll. Had memorized it, because half the young women in the base had died from Blue Thrush as well. It was the first and only incident of a Blue Thrush outbreak, and Veronica had thought it was unique, but it made perfectly terrifying sense that a terrorist group would use it as a weapon.

Before the rebellious young ensign could reach the door and was rushing to get past the tall blonde, Veronica snapped her foot out to trip her, then grabbed the poor girl's right wrist as she was reaching out for balance and quickly clicked shut a plasteel set of cuffs onto the girl's wrists, then Veronica hit the panic-switch door locks just to be certain the ensign wouldn't be going anywhere. The bridge-doors magnetically locked with a loud clang of heavy metal. On the far side of the doors, heavy blast doors isolated the bridge. Only senior officers had the over-ride codes.

She easily held down the young female ensign, and finally saw the girl's name badge; Ensign Keiko Inara, Comms/Sensors Operator. A little amazed at the girl's youthfulness, yet having such a position on a starship, she glanced at the other girl as well and realized that the half-naked girl was the Navigation Officer. Veronica began methodically stripping Ensign Keiko, removing her skirt down her long legs, and finding the sweet wetness of her very distracting as she pulled the ensign's sodden panties down her shapely thighs to reveal her wonderfully tempting round backside that seemed made for regular spankings and constant groping. Not knowing why she did it, Veronica sneakily slipped one finger slowly and softly along the girl's delightfully moist labia before she took her panties off entirely. It almost seemed that Ensign Keiko wanted to be touched some more too, as she kept her bottom thrust high and her legs spread easily.

Once her panties were removed entirely, Veronica grabbed the girl's skirt as well and threw both articles of clothing expertly towards the disposal chute. She didn't miss.

Veronica then stood up, unworried that the girl could do anything about her situation.

"I'm really very sorry Ensign", Veronica told the distressed girl, "But I can't let you disobey a direct order from the Captain of the ship even if the regulations do seem too crazy to be true."

Veronica's voice nearly broke as she went on, "I've seen what Blue Thrush does. Hiding in coldsleep won't do you much good if you wake up on a prison planet, and that's what will happen to you and you better hope that you aren't already infected too, because Blue Thrush is 99% lethal to women your age. Nine women in my platoon died from Blue Thrush when I was based on Juno...."

"Have you heard about what happened on Juno....at Polar City? I doubt that you'd know unless you were there or knew somebody from there. The Federation haven't exactly advertised it, and there was a complete news black out during the Blue Thrush epidemic. They said the pictures of the teenage girls dying were too horrific to show, but the truth wasn't that. It was because the conservative moralists in the government didn't want people to know about how to prevent it."

Then as the young ensign found her exit barred, and obviously wasn't able to do much about it, Veronica began taking off her own skirt and her embarrassingly wet knickers. At least there was only the Captain on the Bridge as the only male, and that made her want to hide, but he wouldn't be on the Bridge all the time. At least he knew the necessity of the regulations, and the young statuesque blonde and the Captain shared a look of mutual determination.

Afterall, Veronica had known Captain McLeod's wife before she died. She'd been Charissa McLeod's bodyguard on many occassions and the two women had become close friends as well.

Veronica looked over at the Captain, while trying to pretend that she wasn't embarrassed at being practically naked in front of him. It took an effort of will to keep her hands at her sides and not trying to cover her blonde triangle. She needed to keep her hands free and ready if the young ensign tried anything very silly.

"Ah...apologies for not immediately...", she said, "apologies for not immediately...um...being in proper uniform for the Bridge, Sir! What do you wish to order for the punishment of Ensign Inara for her abandonment of her post and refusal to obey uniform regulations, Sir!"

The young, but very tall blonde woman blushed hot pink as she stood there nervously in military parade rest, her legs long enough to seemingly go on forever, and she was naked from the hem of the green shirt just below her hips, to her slender feet in their black pumps with their 7" heels. Her large boobs proudly filled the too tight green Colonial Marine shirt. Fortunately she was in such a hurry before, that Veronica didn't have the chance to put on a bra. Funnily enough, a bra wasn't part of her uniform issue.

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara


Patricia was horrified by the symptoms, and pictures, of what Blue Thrush did to young women. What madmen created such a thing?

"Luck be with us”, she heard Mel say as he watched over her shoulder.

“One certainly hopes so”, Patricia added, then recalling the youthfulness of the current crew on duty recently, “You do realize that most of the young women on this ship fit within the age group that suffers the most deadly effects from Blue Thrush? Even I’m only borderline, at my age it’s fifty-fifty”

Mel sighed and nodded, then said, "My problem can wait, Doctor."

“Well, this will being taking up a lot of my time to prepare against”, Patricia told him, feeling a pang of disappointment that he was about to go.

"No worries there, whenever you want me, call and I'll be at your service.", Mel replied.

“I might have to”, she told him, some of the equipment she needed was unavailable and would have be made onboard.

"Even in my quarters or off-duty...the way this looks, you'll have your hands full.", Mel said, offering his help, "I'd like to make it easy on you."

"I wonder...atmospheric flush...and the new regs made the atmosphere hotter...or they said they were regulations..." he shook his head, "Listen, Doctor...I just got off shift, so I'm not needed in Engineering." "I'd like to make it easy on you."

Patricia nodded, then called up the details on the required equipment improvements that they would need. It was definitely going to be a lot of work, with modifications needed around the ship and not only in Sickbay. Some of the specified modifications seemed pretty odd, but when she considered her personal policy with things like that, it was whatever works, do it!

Much later after the Chief Engineer had left to ensure the modifications ordered by Starforce and requested by the Doctor were being done, such as; directional airconditioning vents in the floors with targeting software to aim upwards at any passing female and capable of micro-burst gusts, installing new chairs on the Bridge during the next Men’s shift which will be transformable to a different style depending on the gender of the person that will assigned to sit there, and medical observation micro-cameras under the data-boards on the bridge.

Later on, Patricia was shocked to the core when she saw the Science Officer, Lt North and a new GW Officer who only quickly introduced herself as Sgt Kerensky (a woman this time!?), bring in the battered and horrifically bruised and bloody Ted Yamamoto. His condition was critical, and despite the other two men still being in critical condition also, Patricia had no choice but immediately operate on him in an attempt to save the young man’s life. It was a close call, and now he rested in a portable auto-doc that was hastily brought up from Stores.

Lt. North needed to given a sedative as well, and as he rested, Patricia took the opportunity to do medical scans of them both. That was when she discovered that what she was beginning to call the “Locke Phenomenon” had also affected the metabolism of the Cargo Specialist and the Science Officer as well. There appeared be an epidemic of some kind, and it seemed to explain the sudden increase in violent incidents onboard the starship.

I’ll have to inform the Captain, she realized.

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

Keiko was almost to the bridge door when it flew open, followed by a exceptionally tall and statuesque dressed in what she guessed was a Marine uniform. Keiko found herself admiring the blond's full, firm breasts pressing against the thin green shirt. This must have been Sgt. Kerensky, and Keiko stopped in her tracks to admire the voluptuous but strong looking woman.

Next to Veronica, Keiko suddenly felt kind of small and helpless, and that thought gave her a flashback to her disastrous and short Space Marine career. Panicking, she tried to rush past the long-legged blonde soldier, but suddenly she was falling and she reached out to stop herself. Keiko wasn't sure what happened next, but suddenly she felt her wrists bound behind her back in plasteel cuffs, and she was pinned on her belly by the sargeant's powerful knee on her back.

Keiko turned to shout, and then forgot all about her indignation as the impossibly strong blonde woman began to strip off her clothes. This can't be happening! thought Keiko, struggling helplessly as her skirt was pulled down off her legs. Then she felt a tug on her underwear.

"Oh god, not my panties!" gasped Keiko, quietly, as if afraid her voice would attract the captain's attention to her naked form. Keiko felt the damp, warm material peel away from her soaked pussy, and she blushed from head to toe, for she knew the blonde had a great view of her embarrassing state. Now her bottom was bare, and she wiggled, feeling the sargeants' eyes on her like a touch. Oh please, don't spank me, not that! thought the girl to herself.

"Ohhh!" moaned the dark haired girl, trying to keep quiet despite the finger that was gently sliding up her pussy lips, leaving an exquisite burning in its wake. She squirmed helplessly, her arousal causing her to raise her hips, her thighs spreading invitingly. What's got into me? lamented Keiko, her body aburn. She's a woman, why am I reacting this way? Maybe it's been too long since I've been touched, is that it?

A part of her wanted more of the blonde woman's touch, but it wasn't forthcoming. Instead, she was left lying on the floor of the bridge, naked from the waist down, and Keiko whimpered at the terrible need that still burned inside her.

"Ah...apologies for not immediately...", Veronica said, "apologies for not immediately...um...being in proper uniform for the Bridge, Sir! What do you wish to order for the punishment of Ensign Inara for her abandonment of her post and refusal to obey uniform regulations, Sir!"

Keiko whirled around at the mention of a punishment, to look at the captain. She realized her legs were spread wide as she sat on the cold floor, and she tried to close them, but for some reason, it was difficult. It was as if the captain's angry gaze was keeping her legs spread far apart, to allow him full view of her swollen pink vagina. Keiko blushed and averted her eyes, her heart pounding and her breath coming in short little gasps. At least her lovely boobs were still covered, but it was small comfort as her wrists were bound behind her, forcing out her chest. She should never had disobeyed the captain's order.

 

[Xenocide_613]

Lieutenant Brian North; Science Officer

Brian North ran a hand through his dark closely cut hair. The sedative the doctor had given him had taken effect faster than he’d imagined, and it was as if he could feel the adrenaline draining from his system. Currently Dr. McNamara was running a med scan, and he forced a smile as he looked up at the stunningly beautiful (and more youthful looking) woman.

“I haven’t gotten a chance to see the emergency regulations for the contamination yet. You wouldn’t have a printout, would you Doctor?”

Brian kept his intense brown eyes firmly focused on Dr. McNamara’s eyes, resisting the urge to let his gaze drift down her voluptuous figure. Now was not the time for his fantasies.

When he had been walking around the lower deck, his memory had finally figured out why Blue Thrush sounded familiar. He winced as he recalled the catastrophe on Juno. As he delved deeper into his memory, his tanned skin paled, and the Doctor did a double take when she finally looked up from the med comp.

Brian North had never actually attended Federation Academy. His rank of Lieutenant was granted by the position he filled for the Fleet as a Science officer. His first assignment was classified top secret, and he had only attained it because of his exemplary dissertation on a theory he’d had concerning the field of xenobiology. The research facility was located just outside Polar City, Juno, and he was there about one year before the outbreak that would become known as “Blue Thrush.”