By Osiris
NC17
Okay, to make things clear, I didn't mind DS9, but there were several generic Trek things that grated, and I despised the Ferengi comedy show, and, for that matter, most of the last season or so. DS9 beat Voyager by far, but it was still Trek, with the normal Trek mistakes. (Save lives! Time travel back and shoot the bastard that created holodecks, and thus help make the future a safer, less irritating, place)
Keywords: Crossover (DS9), Orgy (Harper, Rommie, Ezri)
Disclaimer: Okay, I own none of these characters or places. If I owned Trek, not only would I be rich, but the show would actually acknowledge that standing in the middle of a corridor is not a good technique in a fire fight. If I owned Andromeda, there would be more Rommie, Dylan would have died a horrendous, painful death by episode three, and Trance would still have a tail.
Summary: Rommie loses a bet, and Harper decides to take her on a visit to a fictional spacestation
The first in what may be a series of Rommie and Harper's games in cyberspace. Oh, and yes, I know I suck at titles
Feedback: This makes me write faster
Rommie surveyed the crowded promenade. "Okay, Harper, I can't understand why you wanted to visit here."
"Hey, it's a classic TV show." Harper explained.
"Why? It's patently unrealistic."
Harper had dragged Rommie into a card game earlier on that night. Of course, given that Harper didn't have any money, and Rommie didn't want any money, they had to find something else to wager. The result from a best of seven hands of blackjack was where they were standing now. The Promenade of a space station in a fictional show that was three thousand years out of date.
"Your point?" Harper asked. "Back in the nineteenth century they had no idea what the future would be like."
"Twentieth."
"Huh?"
"It was the twentieth century."
"Same thing."
Rommie rolled her eyes, then looked down to examine her clothes. She was wearing a skintight body suit that looked nothing like a commonwealth uniform. It was black, with blue shoulders, and there was a large badge on the left side of her top. Harper wore something similar, except with gold shoulders. Given the loose fitting clothes he normally wore, and his fondness for food which technically had no nutritional value, he actually looked quite good in it.
The bet was that Rommie would accompany Harper in the simulation of his choice. The Artificial reality simulator was a subset of her own matrix, attached but not exactly part of her. It was unintelligent, but it could take and interpret a variety of data, then construct an interactive scenario based on it. Harper had chosen an old TV show called Deep Space Nine, which, for him, was remarkably tame. She'd been resigned to playing a part in one of his dirtier fantasies. Of course, the skintight nature of the uniforms might have had something to do with it.
Harper turned and gestured to a flight of stairs down to the crowded floor below. "Let's go and wander a bit."
Rommie followed him. "You do realise that the data is incomplete. I had barely enough for the simulator to construct any kind of model, let alone an accurate model, so a few things might be... off."
"I can live with that." Harper commented.
"And you realise that the system was designed for combat and infiltration scenarios, working out the probable layout of bases, not fun and games."
"Which I can in no way understand, by the way."
Rommie sighed as they tried to get through the crowd. "Most crewmen didn't have ports, so they didn't get the full interactive experience, as such. The normal glasses let you see and get minimal movement, but that isn't enough for anything more than looking around. Not much more fun than watching a holovid. With a port, you can do more, full interaction and all."
"Which could be fun."
Rommie closed her eyes. "Tell me your motivation in all this wasn't something sordid."
"Hey, if I can't get laid in a computer game, where can I?"
Rommie gave him an acidic look. "Harper, are you ever planning to grow up?"
"Hey, you're only as old as the woman you feel."
"Next time Tyr decides he wants to hurt you, I'm going to stand back and let it happen, you know."
"And then you can have the fun sensation of your systems going down without my incredible genius available to repair them." He said with a grin. "So, have you programmed anything special for this?"
"It's just a standard day. No attacks by aliens which have poorly explained motives. No bizarre phenomenon that violate the laws of physics as they were understood as far back as the program was made. No subspace anomalies, whatever the hell they're supposed to be."
"You really need to become less of a critic, you know."
"I like my entertainment slightly more realistic, or without even an attempt at realism. One or the other."
"You actually like a TV show?"
"Several."
"Such as?"
"Well, I like Stargate. It was a show made at about the same time as THIS." She waved her hand around vaguely.
"And was blatantly unrealistic."
"Sort of, but not as unrealistic as this by a long way. They made an occasional effort with scientific and military accuracy. The tactics in it are almost realistic, for a start."
"So, that's your other quibble with this. The tactics stink."
"I take it you have watched the show, right? Look, a bad guy! Let's stand in the middle of the damn corridor and shoot at him, hoping he doesn't actually shoot back or is as crap a shot as we are! Or the ship combat. Even better! Lets get together a big fleet, charge straight at them, and whoever dies first loses!"
"This is a warship thing, isn't it?"
"Are you actually going to do whatever you came here to do, or are we going to stay here until your body rots?"
"Touchy, aren't we?"
"From your statement, I assume we came here so you can get laid. I assume you chose this specific place and show because you want to screw one of the characters. Who?"
"Must you ascribe such nefarious motives to me?" Harper asked as he swerved to get around a trio of Bajorans.
"Okay, so what is your real reason for wanting to come here?"
Harper looked like he was thinking of a reason, then shrugged. "You were right first time."
"I thought so. Who?"
"Ezri."
"The Brunette? The mentally unstable counselor?"
"That's the one. And she's not mentally unstable."
"Please. Anyone with that many personal problems shouldn't be allowed out into the world."
"Possibly true, but I think that was just the writing."
"Either way, I take it you aren't going to leave until you get laid?"
"Nope."
Rommie sighed. "I'm adjusting the personality profile for the character."
"Say what?"
"Either I reprogram her or we spend the next six months with you trying to seduce her, and failing. Take your pick."
"You can do that?"
"This program can be influenced to a degree by mine. The complexity means I can't just dissolve this room and leave you and her naked on a four poster bed. Too many variables. The complexity is high enough that I can only influence, not rewrite."
"Meaning?"
"You'll see."
Rommie followed Harper into the crowded bar. A host of fictional species and humans were wandering around, drinking, and playing games with no apparent rules, which occasionally resulted in people shouting bizarre words. Rommie's memory registered it as Quark's.
Harper scanned the room, looking for his apparent victim. The large number of people visible didn't include the supposed counselor. Rommie stood next to him. "So what next?"
"Hey, you control this thing. Where is she?"
Rommie rolled her eyes. "I can influence things, but the coding and the matrix that formed it are mostly separate. I can alter it slightly, but can't rewrite it, and the sheer volume of data makes reading it near impossible for anything short of my mainframe to read it. However," She reached up and tapped the badge on her top. "Computer, locate Ezri Dax."
There was a pause, then the computer voice answered via her commlink. "Ezri Dax is in her quarters."
"And these are where?" Harper asked.
"This is your choice of show." Rommie reminded him, then she tapped the badge again. "Location of Ezri Dax's quarters."
"Habitation ring, Tier 3, section 9."
Rommie gestured for Harper to follow, then walked over to the nearest turbolift. She sighed. This wasn't exactly how she aimed to spend her evening. When they were both in the small elevator, the doors slid shut, and Rommie stated to the computer "Habitation Tier 3." There was a hum, then the elevator began to move. A moment later, the doors opened on a corridor which curved away into the distance. "Computer, what is our location?"
"Habitation ring, tier 3, section 4."
"Which way to section 9?"
"Please follow the lights." On the panels along the corridor, a small light lit up, then a second on the next panel, and so on into the distance. Rommie began to follow them, but Harper began to pull away ahead of her as he picked up his pace. Rommie rolled her eyes and picked up the pace a little.
She caught up with Harper when he was just pushing the door contact. "Wait!" Came the voice from inside. The door opened a moment later and revealed an attractive brunette. Ezri Dax was wearing very little. Well, clad was deceptive. It gave the impression that there was actually some sort of concealment. She was clad in a nearly transparent black nightie which stretched down below her waist, but only just. It left nothing to the imagination.
The dark spots which started at her forehead were dimly visible through her nightie as they continued down the sides of her neck, over the sides of her breasts, and down behind to her back. Under the nightie, it was clear she was wearing nothing, not even a tiny scrap of fabric. Dimly visible were dark whisps of pubic hair around her moist slit. Her lips were curved in a smile, and her hand snaked out and grabbed Harper by the shirt and pulled him in, throwing him onto the bed, the door sliding shut behind her.
Rommie turned and began to think what to do to kill time until Harper gave up, but then the door opened again and Ezri grabbed her by her uniform and dragged her in too.
Rommie felt herself shoved against the wall, and a near naked body crushed itself against her, while a tongue forced it's way between her lips, which were parted in surprise. A hand grabbed the back of her neck, and she felt the other on her ass. Over Ezri's shoulder she could see Harper watching in amazement.
Seconds later, Rommie found herself on the bed next to Harper. Looking across the room, she saw Ezri start to peel off what little she was wearing, revealing, although revealing might be wrong as it would imply that her body was actually hidden in the first place, a gorgeous body beaded with sweat. Drops of moisture in her tuft of pubic hair sparkled in the dim light as she finally tossed the translucent material into a corner.
Harper looked over at Rommie. "Is this what you programmed?"
"I just altered her personality a bit to make her horny as hell, that's all. I didn't intend to get dragged in t-..."
She was cut off as a now fully naked Dax straddled her, a hand reaching out to cup her breast, the other going behind Rommie's head, pulling her into another bruising kiss. As the kiss deepened, Dax began to massage Rommie's breast, and the android moaned into her mouth, her eyes shutting. A moment later, Dax pulled away, leaving Rommie lying there panting, her mouth still open, turned her head and grabbed Harper by the back of the neck, pulling him closer and into a kiss, then guided his mouth down to Rommie's. To get a more comfortable position, Harper rolled over, his legs slipping off the bed until he was standing on the floor, bending over the android. Rommie's eyes opened as she felt another mouth on her lips, and she could make out that it was Harper, not Dax. After a moment of thinking of thumping Harper, she relaxed and closed her eyes again.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harper saw Dax reach a hand under Rommie and pulled the zip on the back of the uniform downwards. As he continued to plunder Rommie's mouth, he could make out Dax's hands pealing off Rommie's uniform, and much to his surprise, Rommie hadn't hit her yet.
Under the uniform, Rommie was wearing a grey sports bra and panties. They weren't exactly elegant, but they were what the computer had decided starfleet regulation underwear looked like. Harper unzipped his own uniform top and pulled it off, throwing it into the corner where Dax had already piled what little she had been wearing, and Rommie's uniform. Underneath he had a shirt of the same featureless grey as Rommie's underwear. Taking a risk which most times would have resulted in Rommie giving him a major electric shock, or at best a black eye, he reached out and caressed her breast through the material of the thin bra. He heard Rommie moan again into his mouth, and her body arched up against his hand.
As he continued to enjoy the feel of Rommie's tits and mouth, Harper felt a set of hands run over his chest, then down to his waist, unzipping the fly of his pants, then tugging them down to his knees. Absently, he kicked off his shoes, and then stepped out of the pants. A few seconds later he gasped as his shorts were tugged down and a mouth enveloped the head of his penis.
Seeing a faraway look come into Harper's eyes, Rommie pushed his mouth away from hers and tugged her bra off, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. The nipples pebbled when the coolness hit them. Grabbing Harper's head, she pulled his mouth down to her nipple. Harper nibbled at the bud, then his mouth enveloped it.
Ezri moved her mouth up and down Harper's cock, taking the warm flesh into her mouth as deeply as she could, then pulling her mouth back and licking the head, tasting the salty precum that had formed. Her hand reached up and caressed his balls, then she wrapped her hand around the cock and began to rub it, taking the tip into her mouth and running her tongue around the head, and occasionally over the slit. As Ezri felt Harper begin to breathe faster, she stood and shoved him onto the bed, then straddled him, her weight resting on his thighs, and his cock poking straight up in front of her. Reaching down with one hand, she wrapped her fingers around the erect member and began to move her hand slowly up and down, her thumb occasionally brushing over slit and rubbing the precum into Harper's hot flesh. Her free hand reached across and guided Rommie up into another kiss, then across until she was straddling Harper's face.
Rommie gasped as she felt Harper's tongue run across the lips of her vagina, then delve inside. Leaning forwards, she put her hands on Ezri's hips, lifting her then guiding her down onto Harper's cock. The Trill's eyes shut, her lips slightly parted as she lowered herself slowly onto the thick penis. Harper groaned into Rommie's cunt, his body arching up and driving his cock into Dax up to the hilt as he felt her tight vagina surround his penis.
Rommie reached across, her hand running down Ezri's chest, down her stomach, until it reached her clit. Her fingers began to rub and pinch the nerve bundle, and as she watched, Ezri's breathing began to speed up. Then Harper drove his cock deeply up into the Trill with a loud groan, and Ezri came, her back arching and her mouth dropping open as her eyes screwed shut, the muscles in her vagina contracting tightly shut around Harper's spurting cock, milking him dry.
Rommie felt herself grow faint, then she finally came, fluids gushing out of her slit onto Harper's face. She felt Harper's tongue still moving, lapping at the fluids as they spurted out across his face. A moment or so later, Rommie rolled off Harper and lay on the bed to get her breath back. Ezri slid off Harper too, his limp cock sliding free of her as she lay down on her back, her head between Rommie's thighs, and her hair tickling Rommie's damp cunt.
After several minutes spent getting their breath back, Rommie turned her head and looked at Harper. "We should be getting back. Your bridge shift starts in less than an hour."
Harper rubbed his eyes. "It won't take me long to get ready."
Rommie chuckled. "Um, Harper, how can I put this..."
"What?"
"You'll need to change."
"Why?"
"Well, you know this is kind of like a really vivid dream?"
"Yes?"
"What normally happens when you have a really erotic, vivid, dream?"
"You don't mean my body also came..."
"Yep."
"Shit. I better hurry if I'm gonna get showered and changed before my shift..."
"That's probably a good idea." She paused. "Harper?"
"Yes?"
"Mind if I join you?"