AN: Usually try to put the AN at the end, but this chapter warranted it earlier.
Warning: This chapter contains Lemons. It's clearly labeled and easily skipped.
I know some of you aren't fans of the smut, and I hear you, but my past self didn't and I wrote this chapter four months ago *shrug*. This will be the last of it for a while.
Star Trek: The Next Gamer
Episode 2.6: Laying the Smack-down
Tyson had told Riker that he was heading to Engineering, but instead of going directly to deck thirty-six he stopped at deck fourteen. The gamer's original plan had been to arrive in Engineering before Riker and convince Wesley to let him in using his Social skill or to bribe him with food and manipulate the teen with Binding Foods. Drunk people and teens both love food. It would've been a foolproof plan.
At this point, his options were limited. Riker had already begun working to take down the forcefield. Even with his increased Strength, he couldn't push through the repulsor while it was tied to the Enterprise's power system. Going through the walls with a phaser wasn't an option in Engineering, too much potential for something to go explosively wrong. Tyson's backup plan of overloading the EPS conduits was out of the question now. It would most likely kill the teen and put Tyson on the chopping block for intentional murder. So Tyson decided on the only resolution he could think of that would be acceptable to his Starfleet superiors.
He entered the empty Transporter Room. The on-duty officer had left in other pursuits thanks to the infection. None of the equipment looked amiss, but with what was going on around the ship, he took no chances and inspected the teleport pad and console internals. Thanks to the tutorial O'Brien had given him and his excessive Engineering skill, he quickly determined it was safe to use. Tyson had no issues programming his desired location and setting a delay in the transporter activation. Input set, he stepped up to the teleporter pad.
Computers Check (DC: 15) = Critical Failure!
+1 Luck
He reappeared in a room that looked vaguely like an engineering area, but certainly not where he intended. The room was far smaller than Main Engineering and the humm of the warp core was missing. The lighting was low, and the lights were strobing. Further increasing his confusion; a few people were dancing including one woman up on a table. From his previous life experiences, drunk women dancing on tables rarely ended well.
Tyson had to speak loudly near the console to be registered, "Computer, what is my current location?"
"You are currently located on Deck 25, Torpedo Bay."
The blood drained from Tyson's face as he looked around the room with a more discerning glare. Looking upon the table the woman was dancing on sent alarm bells ringing inside his head, drowning out the blaring music. He'd initially glanced over the object, his brain marking the oval-shaped surface as a table. It wasn't a table. It was a goddamned photon torpedo.
Athletics Check (DC: 20): 21 Success.
Tyson stepped away from the console, took two running steps forward, and jumped over the torpedo grabbing the dancing woman as he sailed by. The woman was jolted, but before she could complain Tyson applied the Vulcan Neck Pinch. He moved through the room knocking out all the other remaining dancers.
Tyson dragged the idiots into the corridor and locked access to the Torpedo Bay. He was seething. Really, on a photon torpedo?! What kind of deathwish having, stupid shiz is that? His memories provided him with a scene from Star Trek: Voyager. The Intrepid-class vessel had attempted to disable a borg probe by transporting a photon torpedo onboard. The resulting explosion destroyed the Borg vessel. He couldn't imagine the results would be different on the Enterprise.
Tyson rushed back to the turbolift and headed to the nearest transporter room. This one was on deck twenty-one. He tried again.
Computers Check (DC: 15): 14 Failure!
"You've gotta be shitting me," Tyson mumbled.
He ended up in turbolift five. Inside the lift and not the empty turbolift tube, thankfully. Tyson hadn't tried using the teleporter before these attempts, but this was ridiculous. Maybe Miles O'Brien was the greatest hero of Starfleet if this was what he dealt with daily. Already in the turbolift, it was a quick trip back to deck fourteen's transporter room.
Computers Check (DC: 15): 17 Success!
Tyson finally materialized in Main Engineering, as he'd always intended. The gamer appeared next to the Chief Engineer's station, directly in front of Acting Captain Wesley Crusher.
"What are you doing here?" Wesley exclaimed.
An evil grin spread across his face. Tyson was in no mood for the boy's games. He was pretty pissed that it had been so difficult to bypass the makeshift forcefield. As an adult, it was imperative that Tyson did his part to ensure that the next generation of teenagers was raised into responsible adults. So, doing his part, Tyson would ensure this was a lesson that Wesley wouldn't soon forget. He reared his fist back. Wesley raised his hands in a placating gesture that the gamer summarily ignored. A single punch knocked Wes off the chair, and into unconsciousness. Tyson's Medicine skill helpfully informed that the boy's jaw was either broken or dislocated. His tricorder could supply a more specific diagnosis but he didn't care nor did he move to aid the teen.
Pleased with the lesson and hoping that he might earn a teaching perk, Tyson moved to the repulsor and easily disabled its field. Riker and McDougall entered the area while Tyson disconnected the repulsor from the ship's power and stored it in his Inventory. Waste not, want not.
Feeling magnanimous Tyson walked over to Shimoda thinking he could also use a lesson. A strong open-palm slap knocked the childish engineer into unconsciousness. The beginnings of bruising around the man's eye began forming.
Tyson turned to the two still-cognizant officers, "Commander, these isolinear chips will need to be reinstalled before the ship's engines can be restored."
He questioned McDougall, "Can you get this done?"
"Yes, but it'll take hours to replace all these chips properly."
Tyson added, "You could order Commander Data down here, he could have it done in minutes."
Riker nodded, "Good thinking. Riker to Commander Data, report to Engineering."
"Acknowledged. On my way, sir."
Tyson was about to start replacing the isolinear chips until the android arrived when he received a communication.
"Tyson, help! I need you!" frantically yelled Troi.
"Was that Deanna?" Riker asked.
If the sound of her voice wasn't enough, the absolute frantic sensations he was feeling from her portion of their bond solidified it. He responded, "It was; I can sense her urgency. I'll handle Counselor Troi. You need to make sure the engines and controls are restored. We might all die if you fail."
Social Check (DC: 30): 37 Major Success!
Social Skill Increased! 29-30
"Go," Riker ordered. "We'll handle things here. Make sure she's safe. Recruit, that's an order."
Tyson's only response was a nod as he sped back to the turbolift.
"Computer, locate Counselor Troi."
"Counselor Troi is in your quarters."
"Huh?" Tyson questioned as he waited for the turbolift to reach deck eight. The computer gave the same response again, only increasing the man's frustration. What could be endangering her in the quarters? Tyson had locked it from everyone except him and T'Pol earlier. Had she somehow engaged one of the instant dungeons? It shouldn't be possible without him activating it, but maybe there was a side effect of their telepathic bond he was unaware of.
The furniture was strewn across the room, his pots splayed out on the counter. Tyson's room had never been this disheveled, especially considering that everything was holographic and could be restored with a single command. The room was surprisingly quiet, all Tyson heard was his blood pumping in his ears. Fear, bloodlust, despair. He almost faltered until he searched his feelings and realized those weren't his emotions. Rushing to the bedroom he saw them.
Troi was in the bed, the signs of struggle obvious. T'Pol kneeled above her, the wiry Vulcan's hands wrapped around the empath's throat. Deanna's helplessness was palpable. Her fear weighed down all their actions. T'Pol felt it too, the foreign emotions warring with the drive of her Pon'Farr made her assault hesitant. T'Pol could've easily snapped Deanna's neck, but she hadn't.
For the second time in the past few minutes, Tyson leaped at a woman. T'Pol sensed him coming, but it didn't matter. She had to either retreat from Deanna or take the hit from Tyson. Both were outcomes acceptable to the gamer. She was too far into her bloodlust to back off and didn't even raise her hands to brace as the larger man barreled into her.
Tyson was furious. He couldn't tell if this feeling came from one of the women, or was just the progression of how annoying his last hour had been, he didn't care. The logical part of T'Pol should've known her options for the Pon'Farr and she settled on killing? Wrong choice.
One criticism of T'Pol on Enterprise was that she was supposed to have superior strength, but got beat up a lot. She had few victories, but one certainty, she would not be gaining another today. All the fighting Tyson had been doing combined with his superior attributes and skills allowed him to beat her handily.
Tyson zip-tied her hands behind her back and left her kneeling at the foot of his bed. She glared at him but made no attempts to move, retaliate, or escape. She was breathing heavily from her exertions. The rise and fall of her chest was a distraction that Tyson couldn't indulge in. He checked on Deanna. He hadn't heard much from her after he tackled T'Pol. She was conscious, her heartbeat strong but slightly elevated, and her airway wasn't compromised. She didn't even have any bruising around her neck. He gently asked, "Are you alright?"
Face flush, Deanna responded, "Y-Yes. I was just so shocked when she lunged at me that I had to call for you." Troi rubbed her neck but finding no damage lowered her hands. She turned on T'Pol, narrowing her eyes. Tyson picked up on the same sensations as the half-betazed woman and had an idea of what occurred. "She never intended to hurt me. After she initially left your room in a panic, she couldn't find you. You were moving around the ship too quickly. She used me to force you here"
Say what you will about Troi's usefulness on the television show, Tyson couldn't deny her effectiveness right now. Chalk it up to being a natural-born empath, being a trained counselor, or his unfamiliarity with his mental abilities, but Tyson barely registered a fraction of the information Troi sussed out with her senses. The gamer didn't dispute her claim though because he sensed understanding pass between the two women.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Lemons Begin
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
The mood within his quarters shifted. Tyson blamed T'Pol. Defeated and in a compromised position as she was, her emotions were far too chaotic to find peace in meditation. The only thing she could do was hope to mate. Her body responded to the need driven by the Pon'Farr. Tyson focused through the sensation, but Deanna was still excited from her fight or flight state and couldn't shake it off so easily. While she had much more experience with telepathy, her empathic nature also made her vulnerable. The emotional spiral created by T'Pol's evolutionary drive to mate mixed with Tyson's memories of having them both. Deanna had come to Tyson's quarters earlier with the desire to be inside his mind as she rode the shared sensations to their climax. And that desire had been postponed, not erased.
Perform Check (DC: 10) = 31 Major Success!
Perform skill has increased! 9 - 10
Tyson lifted T'Pol to her feet. He thought about ripping her clothes off but instead amused himself by storing them in his Inventory. He'd never tried such a trick but doubted it would work on someone unwilling. He'd have to test it though, being able to disarm someone with a thought and a touch would have great combat potential.
The last time they were intimate T'Pol had her way with him, this time he would return the favor. He stored Deanna's clothes as well leaving her naked, on her back in the bed. He lifted T'Pol, still bound, onto Troi. The Vulcan woman had been on top of Deanna only minutes ago. This time was different. Now she was no longer in control, her hands were behind her back with her weight on her knees. Tyson guided her head burying her face in the betazoid's musk.
That single motion ramped the feedback loop up uncontrollably. Deanna's arousal spurred T'Pol on but through their telepathic bond, she felt the same pleasure, the exact same sensations that the counselor had. The pleasure she caused directly returned in pleasure felt. As her tongue slipped between the Betazed's folds, she felt her own being invaded; like a form of telepathic masturbation.
Tyson stood at the edge of the bed and finally stored his own outfit. The sensations he was receiving from the women were foreign but not unwelcome. Feeling cunnilingus was an undescribably different experience than being fellated. He paused briefly to take in the sights of the two women as he considered what he was feeling. The sensory experience thus far was only the beginning but made his arousal stand at full mast.
T'Pol was positioned awkwardly with her hands still bound behind her back. She hadn't complained about the bondage play but it was in his way. Tyson stored the zip tie allowing her to prop up on all fours. Even with her arms unbound, T'Pol made no move to escape only continuing to pleasure Deanna. He lined his head up with her lower lips. The Vulcan never one to be passive, didn't wait for him to thrust forward. T'Pol sank her hips back lowering herself onto his hardness, her face never leaving Troi's mound.
Tyson slowly sawed in and out of T'Pol. He reveled in the sensations the various acts created. He experienced the exquisite feeling of entering T'Pol, but at the same time felt the sensation of being penetrated.
Pause. Instantly his thoughts whirled. Was that gay? Nah, the act of being with a woman was the opposite of being homosexual. Besides he was just feeling the act not receiving it, and on top of that it was his own dick. It would qualify as masturbation at worst! Did it matter anyway? The stigmatization of homosexuality had been left far in the past.
Tyson got over his small existential crisis only to face another. Should he be doing something besides sexing? Sure, the ship might be in danger, but he'd ensured events occurred in a similar fashion to the television episode. He could spare the time.
Tyson thought he had a good, maintainable pace going and his thoughts had brought him away from the pleasure, but he'd been feeling that sensation of an impending orgasm approaching. He slowed his strokes and shifted to shallow thrusts. Usually, this would help him prolong his orgasm, but it wasn't him that was leading the climb to their shared climax. T'Pol's incessant tongue-lashing was pushing Deanna over the edge. There was nothing he could do to stop them from dragging him over with them.
Constitution Check: DC: 10 Passed
Perform Check (DC:10) = 35 Critical Success!
Perform skill has increased! 10 - 11
Getting critical success always felt good. Critical Success during sex is an ego boost like no other. Imagine being a porn star without needing any breaks, camera tricks, or drugs to keep him up. No words were spoken as Tyson moved the women through positions. They didn't need to speak, all their desires were shared and felt. The man laid back and had both women making out with each other sloppily. His hardness invades their kiss, sending pleasure from his loins through theirs. He entwined his fingers in their hair and gently glided their lips along his shaft, his guidance synchronizing their movement.
T'Pol wanted more. She climbed onto Tyson. With one hand on his chest, she used her other to guide him inside her. She rode him greedily. Her drive to take what she needed bled into Deanna. Troi moved to the head of the bed and climbed over Tyson. Her sex was just above him. He raised his head and their lips met. Troi leaned forward, rubbing her folds up and down his lips and chin while he explored her pleasure with his tongue. T'Pol grabbed her pulling Deanna into a kiss for the first time. Their bodies formed a sexual triangle with Tyson as the base. Mouths stayed occupied until they once again reached simultaneous release.
Constitution Check: DC: 15 Passed
Perform Check (DC:15) = 32 Major Success.
Perform skill has increased! 11 - 12
Deanna had been patient enough and it was time for Tyson to take control. He gently lifted the half-betazoid woman and moved her off him. T'Pol ever hungry for more had never ceased riding him. He grabbed her close and rolled over. He leaned back allowing Deanna to climb on top of T'Pol. He pulled out of the Vulcan and entered Troi. The two women made out as Tyson thrust into the counselor. With T'Pol he had started at a slower pace allowing them all to find a rhythm. Deanna was given a much shorter warm-up period. Already several orgasms in, Tyson shortly began vigorously thrusting.
Constitution Check: DC: 20 Passed
Perform Check (DC:20) = 21 Success
Every orgasm became sharper as they continued making love. After finishing inside Deanna, Tyson again remained hard. The shared feelings and multiple orgasms became too much. He wouldn't last to shift positions again. His third orgasm was quickly followed by his final.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Lemons End
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Constitution Check: DC: 25 Failure
Companion Quest Complete!
Katra Cleanse
Reward:
Increased Reputation with T'Pol (Warmly - Ally)
Hidden Quest Complete!
Ménage à Troi
A threesome with a Troi, you had to see this reward coming.
Reward: Choose one perk from the Adult section.
Increased Reputation with Deanna Troi (Warmly - Error)
Error Reputation with Deanna Troi cannot be raised beyond Warmly
Calculating alternative reward….
Perk Evolution!
Perk Evolution!
Free Love - Spreading Love
Perk: Spreading Love - No one will mind the relationships you and the others around you have. As long as everyone consents no one will give you a hard time or be jealous of the company you keep and will be accepting. Your love interests will also find themselves not minding you being romantically involved with others besides them, learning to share you in united happiness.
Permanent Status Effect Gained!
Telepathic Bond - You forge a telepathic link among your allied companions. This allows telepathic communication through the bond whether or not they have a common language. Communication is possible over any distance, though it does not extend to other planes of existence.
Adult Perk Selected
Aesthetic Damage
It's a little worrying just how many scientific advancements came from accidents and a scary lack of safety standards. Luckily for you, while you aren't more accident-prone than normal, such accidents tend to be on the sexy side of things. Less "melt everyone's face off" and more "melt everyone's clothes off", or being bitten by a radioactive pig wouldn't turn you into a half-porcine monster but bestow on you their ability to have 30-minute orgasms until it wore off.
Additionally, when you take damage, it's typically first directed to the clothing and armor you're wearing. The stronger the armor, the longer it lasts. Even without protection, the damage taken appears to not detract from the beauty of those taking it. Note this doesn't reduce the damage, just reduces gore and makes everything look good. Think Goku. You're near death and your shirt is gone, ripped pants, some scuff marks, and a little blood. This perk applies to you and those around you.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
"Captain, tractor beam engaged. We've locked on to the Tsiolkovsky."
The image on the viewscreen shifted. The red giant star condensed and became white. The stellar matter was flung in all directions.
Worf spoke up, "What we're seeing sir is a huge chunk of the star's surface blown away. Heading for us."
"Worf, you know what to do. Take us. Take us out of here."
The Kling was concerned by the obvious effect the pathogen was having on the Captain but followed orders regardless. Worf attempted to set navigation out of the system but was met with the dual beeps of the failed command. He got up and moved to the other console. After a few taps, he went back to his original seat and tried again.
"Controls are still offline, sir."
"Override."
"Same result, sir."
"Captain to… Wesley. Wesley Crusher, come in."
The captain received no response.
"Engineering, urgent. We must have ship's power."
"Bridge from Engineering. We're back in control down here." Replied the voice of Riker.
Any relief the Captain felt at once again having control was overridden by the concern created by the imminent danger. "The star is still collapsing, we're directly in the path, I need engines."
"Someone yanked out all the control chips. Commander Data is working on replacing them.
Mr. Worf spoke up, "Sir, I estimate fourteen minutes before that mass gets here."
Riker asked, "Data can you finish by then?"
"Yes. Just barely, sir. But the Tsiolkovsky will be hit by the stellar matter. I recommend we disengage the tractor beam."
Picard announced," I'd prefer not to lose the Tsiolkovsky if possible, options?"
Tyson
Title: Recruit
Race: Human Hybrid
Level: 5 (4,850/61,000)
Energy Credits: 69,885
Hit Points: 660/660
Strength: 23
Dexterity: 11
Constitution: 22
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 11
Luck: 2
Unspent Attribute Points: 1
Racial Traits:
Vulcan Senses
Half-Betazoid Sense
Vulcan Strength
Vulcan Metabolism
Klingon Constitution
Status Effects:
'Polywater Contagion: Stage 2'
'Telepathic Bond (T'Pol)'
Skills:
Observe: Lvl 12
Meditation: Lvl 0 - Locked
Engineering: Lvl 30
Computers: Lvl 12
Physical Science: Lvl 16
Martial Arts: Lvl 22
Athletics: Lvl 10
Medicine: Lvl 26
Social: Lvl 30
Cooking: Lvl 15
Energy Weapons: Lvl 9
Melee Weapons: Lvl 9
Stealth: Lvl 12
Perform: Lvl 12
Language Skills:
Cetacean: Lvl 5
Klingon: Lvl 2
Vulcan: Lvl 5
Perks:
'Out of Nowhere'
'The Anti-Worf Effect'
'Universal Translator'
'Culinary Visualization'
'Your Hands Clean'
'Grand Theft Starship'
'Spreading Love'
'Power Eater'
'Apt Pupil'
'Master with your Hands'
'Binding Foods'
'Direct Control Disruption'
'Aesthetic Damage'
Drawbacks:
'Q and U'