By Thoth

Keywords: Orgy, Crossover (Enterprise), (Harper/T'Pol), (Rommie/Trance/Trip), etc. If it can screw, it will screw.

Another Mary challenge from a discussion: A Rommie/Harper/Trip/T'Pol/Trance orgy Enterprise crossover. Well, she didn't ask for Trance, but I need a race with an obscure biology which can be used as a way to shoehorn the cast into an orgy, and Trance provides in spades. Also, a tail is a horrible thing to waste, and purple adds a little bit of colour. Especially to the faces of the people eating her out. Sorry, I couldn't resist that. Black lace is one of my own little fetishes, as are T-back panties (Drool). Note that these tend to crop up often in my stories. Try imagining the people they crop up on in them, and you'll see why.

Okay, my contempt for Treknobabble shines through at points. Many, many points. There is hardly anything in the Trek universe that can't be used as either a weapon or the solution to some problem that Starfleet has never considered (Our shuttlecraft are shite (This is a British variant, for you Americans and Canucks. We use both, but this tends to mean poorly made, useless or rubbish, i.e. John Prescott is a shite politician, my computer is shite, etc. Shit is weaker, but more versatile). How do we solve this? I know! We'll run a feedback loop through the ----bullshit---- to the ----bullshit----, and everything will be all right. If that fails we'll reverse the polarity. Oh, the shuttle blew up? Well, it'll be back next week when the magical mystery reset button gets pressed)

The title refers to Trek's cure-all. Have a problem? Reverse polarity. Captain dead? Reverse polarity. Sun about to explode? Reverse polarity. Suffering from an obscure disease? Reverse polarity. It can do nearly anything in the Trekverse. If Harper had been infected with Magog in the Trekverse, they'd just reverse polarity and by the next episode everyone would've forgotten. Of course, He'd probably have been killed by an exploding console, but that's beside the point. All they need is a computer that can reverse polarity on its own and they can get rid of nine tenths of the crew.

Korfoise gas is the name of a hyperdrive coolant from the Star Wars Universe. It is supposedly poisonous, but sounds cool. It is also technically white and lighter than air, but that is all inconvenient information, and as such can be ignored. I don't own it.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Andromeda or Enterprise. If I did, Dylan would be dead, and the dog would get more lines. Woof tends to beat quite a lot of the minor character dialogue. The planet designations are a homage to Stargate SG-1, which I also don't own.
 

Feedback: Please. If you don't like what I write, tell me (politely) and I might change. If you like what I write, tell me and I'll write faster. Flames will be ignored. I'll be to busy dreaming of my favourite things (Max, Rommie, Trance, Carter, Fraiser, Gabrielle, Ezri, etc, mostly in black lace, T-backs and little else)
 

Dust filled the air on the near desert planet. Trip and T'pol had taken cover in the wind shadow of a large rock outcropping when the storm had sprung up without warning.

The mission had been relatively simple. The planet, designated P3X-989, had been scanned from orbit, and the planetographers on board had decided it bore many of the marks associated with dilithium rich worlds. The result was an away mission, aiming to deploy a pair of bore drones in a likely site, then get off the planet.

The shuttle had been sent down with four people- Two nameless ensigns, Trip, given that he was the resident technical specialist, and T'Pol, mainly because she'd been getting annoying for the last few days and Archer was on the verge of strangling her. The Vulcan had developed a tendency over the last few days to argue with just about everything. If she had been human, Trip would've assumed she was PMS'ing. Her normal logical facade had become more illogical than normal.

Anyhow, the away team had split up into two groups. The ensigns were setting up one of the probes near the shuttle, but first he, then he and T'Pol had drawn the short straw. First draw was between the three humans for who had to partner a Vulcan in a bad mood, and the second was over who had to walk to the farther site. All in all, this about capped off a perfect day for the engineer.

The planet was, for the most part, flat. This meant that, when there was a windstorm, it could really build up a head of steam. In this case, the head of steam was about a hundred and ninety miles per hour, and given the dusty atmosphere, the result was that if they tried to walk back to the shuttle, they would likely lose most of their skin even if they weren't blown into the air. Now, the other team could likely have made it back to the shuttle, but they would never manage to land in this.

Trip moved into the stillest piece of air he could find and hunched over his communicator. He'd been trying to wire his phaser power cell into the device to get a power boost. Clipping together the last connection, he bent over it and pressed the contact. "Trip to Enterprise!" He shouted to be heard over the windstorm. He didn't dare lift the weird amalgam of the two devices, given that his connections were none to firm and it would likely not survive a slight nudge, let alone lifting.

"Trip! This is Archer!" He heard faintly. "How are you two?"

"Oh, just fine and dandy!" The engineer replied sarcastically. "I've always wanted to experience sandblasting for myself!"

"Say again?"

"Never mind! When's this gonna blow over?"

"It's gonna get worse before it gets better, Trip!" The Captain replied. "We'll have to beam you out of there!"

Trip sighed and turned to the Vulcan. "They're gonna try to beam us out! Any last words?" He screamed.

T'Pol raised an eyebrow. She'd been doing that a lot lately. It looked slightly strange given that her face was caked with dust. They felt the tingle of the transporter beam surround them, then the little they could see faded.

"Sir, I can't maintain the lock! There's too much ionisation in the atmosphere." The transporter chief stated as the machinery around him whined.

"Can you boost the signal by any method? We've got to have some machine or trick that will solve this!" Archer shouted.

"It's no good, Captain, I don't have the power! I'm losing the signal! I'm going to try inverting the polarity!"
 

(If you are a rabid trekker, skip this next few lines until the next load of brackets. They'll offend you.)

"Of what?"

"Don't ask! I'll have to make some name up on the fly! With many syllables! And next episode it'll do something completely different! And our continuity will be shot to hell!"

(Sorry but it's true. I quite like the show, but I admit its faults)
 

Harper was thrown across the room as a console exploded. The Maru had been sitting in deep space in an empty system, waiting for the Slipstream capacitors to recharge before they continued their journey when there had been a sudden massive energy pulse. It had burnt out several main conduits and blown surge capacitors all over the ship. Luckily, the ship was loaded with High Guard class auto-repair systems, so most of the damage would sort itself out rapidly.

He landed in the corner with a groan, patting at the smouldering burns on his shirt. "Rom-doll! We've had another few systems torched. I've managed to isolate the life support system, but we've lost most of the other stuff."

"I've woken up the drones. They're gonna start getting main power online again." The android replied.

Trance was over at Rev's normal console, running through the diagnostic programs and what few sensors they had. "I can't see any objects in near space, so that means no impact or weapons fire. The hull is intact, and atmospheric pressure and content are stable."

Wincing slightly as he entered, still reeking faintly of smoke Harper nodded in agreement. "No way anything that did this would have left the hull unpunctured. That means something like energy. When we plotted the course, this star was a normal G type, so that counts out pulsar fallout. Any large gravity sources?"

Trance shook her head. "Nothing but the star."

"That counts out rogue blackhole." Rommie noted.

"There go the usual suspects." Harper said. He punched a few buttons. "There. The computer says we'll be back up and running in about two days. Now we check the ship for anything out of the ordinary. Burnt out consoles, weird boxes, you know the drill. Call if you spot anything."

The three of them split up, each taking a different part of the small vessel. Given that small size, it didn't take too long before a voice came over the intercom. "Um, guys? Secondary quarters."

Harper and Rommie arrived at the door at the same time, and looked in to find Trance bending over two dust-covered figures. "Umm, Trance? Any idea who what, et cetra?" Harper asked.

"They're unconscious. The male is human. I don't recognise the female's species. Aside from being out cold, they seem uninjured."

Rommie stepped closer. "Distinguishing features?"

"Greenish skin, pointed ears, but aside from that, humanoid."

Rommie bent closer, looking at the face. "No, my memory banks contain no species like this. I'd assume a human subspecies, but even that would be only guesswork."

Harper turned to leave. "I'll go to the locker and get a couple of pairs of cuffs."

He returned a moment later with what were in effect high tech handcuffs. a solid box with two fairly normal cuffs, controlled by a thumbprint reader. He quickly slapped them around the wrists of their two stowaways and registered them to his thumb.

Trance went over to the first aid kit on the wall and pulled it open, taking out a minidoser and loading in a dose of stimulant. Despite the unknown alien's unknown physiology, this was likely pretty safe. The dilute cocktail of chemicals wouldn't have hurt any of the thousands of species recorded by the Commonwealth.

Trance pressed it against the two interloper's necks, and a few seconds later they began to stir. The female's eyes opened first, and in a few seconds she took in her bound state, the surroundings, and her captors. "Where are we?" She asked in a calm voice.

"First we'd like to know why you are here and how you got here." Rommie demanded.

"That is unknown. We were on P3X-989, and our ship was attempting to beam us out of a dust storm. When we awoke we were here." The female replied.

Rommie kept her eyes focused on the alien face. Her android eyesight was extremely good, and if you knew what to look for, it was nearly impossible for any species to lie to you. If she was human, Rommie would have concluded that that was almost certainly the truth. Of course, the alien was just that- alien. She'd have to question the human instead.

As if on cue, the man moved. "Did anyone get the number of that bus?" He groaned as he struggled into a sitting position and shook his head. Opening his eyes, he looked up and saw Rommie. "He-llo..."

"What are you doing on this ship?" Rommie asked.

The man groaned again. "What? Huh?" He looked around. "We're not in Kansas, I take it."

"No, Dorothy." Harper interjected. the three women gave him strange looks and he shrugged. "You wouldn't get it."

"Damn transporter." The man muttered as he looked around, still wincing. "No way to travel." He noticed Rommie still glaring down at him. "We were on a planet. Some weird number designation. P3X-something. A dust storm sprang up, and we were trapped. The Enterprise tried to beam us out. Guess something went wrong. Why am I not surprised."

Rommie studied the movements of the man's eyes. He seemed to be telling the truth. "Who are you."

"I'm Trip, chief engineer of the starship Enterprise. This is T'Pol, the ships science officer, on loan from the Vulcan's. Where are we?"

"The salvage vessel Eureka Maru. I'm Andromeda. This is Trance and that's Harper. What is this 'beaming'?"

"Matter transport. A bit unreliable, and we only use it on people in emergencies."

Harper's eyebrows rose. "You managed that? Did you have to splice into a blackhole as an information dump?"

Trip frowned. "No. Why?"

"When we tried that, to get a teleporter capable of-"

"Harper!" Rommie interrupted. She turned back to Trip and T'pol. "Your arrival caused extensive damage to our ship. I assume it normally doesn't dump people on random vessels, taking out a horde of ships systems in the process."

"Must be fallout from the storm." Trip mused. "We were in the middle of a really big dust storm when we were pulled out." He explained. "Big storm, lots of static. Lots of static means unpredictable things happen to transporters. I'd guess our patterns were degraded, and they tried something to get us back. It screwed up, and we wound up here."

"He's telling the truth." Rommie announced. Harper moved forwards and released the cuffs. "Can you tell us where you are from?"

"Well, Earth." Trip answered.

"Earth?" Harper asked, his eyebrows raising. "And you got out alive? Not many of us manage that."

"Why?" Asked Trip, dreading the answer.

"Earth was invaded by the Magog three hundred years ago, then occupied by the Niets."

"Um, that's rather different to how I remember it." Trip replied.

"He is correct." T'Pol stated. "Neither the Vulcans, nor Humans, have encountered species by either of those names."

Trance frowned, then she snapped her fingers. "Alternate Universe!" She exclaimed, being met by confused looks. "It makes sense. Teleporters are rare in this galaxy, and they haven't heard of the Magog. Hence they're not from this universe."

"Big step." Harper deadpanned. Trance stuck her tongue out at him.

"However, her logic is sensible." T'Pol stated. "Should this species be as proliferate as your tone implies, it would be unlikely that Vulcan surveys would have missed them."

"These are the same Vulcan surveys which produce starcharts missing one in three stars?" Trip asked.

"If they invaded Earth, this would imply stardrive technology of some form, and Vulcan surveys of spacefaring cultures tend to be thorough." The Vulcan replied acidicly.

Suddenly the ship shook violently. "What was that?" Trip asked.

Harper paused and listened to the sound. "Shit! Coolant leak." He turned and ran out of the room.

Trip struggled to his feet. "I'm an engineer, I can help."

Rommie paused for a second, then nodded. "Go."

Trip hurried through the narrow corridors towards the faint hissing sound. Wisps of pinky purple gas filled the corridor, but he held his breath, charging through. He found the short blond using a wielder on a leaking conduit, trying to seal a piece of metal over the stream of gas. Trip gasped as he ran out of breath and took a quick lungful, but despite the colour, the air only had a sickly sweet taste. "Don't worry, it's harmless!" Harper shouted over the hiss. "We just don't have a hell of a lot spare."

Trip grabbed the panel, holding it in place while Harper began to wield in earnest. Within a minute or so, the escaping gas had slowed to a minimum. Harper reached up and pulled out a spray can, then blasted a coating of foam over the patch. "Sealant." He explained. "It'll hold 'til we get her home and I can do a full workup on the old girl."

"What kind of gas was that?"

"Korfoise. A coolant gas for the Slipstream drive. Harmless, but we'll need it to get out of here."

They turned and headed back to the room containing the others. "It's sealed, and should hold 'til we get home. We lost about a fifth of our stock, but we can handle that. We'll just have to wait a little longer between jumps." Harper announced.

Trip took a seat on the edge of the bed. "You said slipstream. That some form of warp based drive?"

"Warp? Slipstream involves punching a hole through to a subdimension and riding the wires to where your going. Not the most ultimately reliable, but fast."

"How fast?" Trip asked interestedly. He doubted that a rattletrap freighter could outrun the Enterprise, but he'd never heard of this method before.

"There isn't exactly a speed for it. It's nearly instant between points, but certain things make pilotting it more complex. Inside a galaxy, it can take seventy jumps to cross the entire galaxy. Outside, you can cover fifty times that distance in a s-" Harper looked at T'Pol and frowned.

The Vulcan's eyes had dilated, and she was swaying slightly, like someone drunk. Trip moved over to her. "What's the matter?"

"Di-hydrous complex gas." She slurred slightly. "To Vulcan's it has strange effects."

"She looks like she's had one to many." Harper commented.

"Yes. Like beer. Sort of." T'Pol mumbled.

Rommie turned to Trance. "Trance, can you give her..." She trailed off. Trance's eyes had a similar look to T'Pol's.

"Well, if our Vulcan's got it, so has our...." Trip paused. "What is she, anyway? I've never seen her species."

"She's the purple mystery babe." Harper commented. "Never answer a question when you can change the subject, that's our Trance."

"You mean you don't know what species your crew members are?" Trip asked Rommie, assuming she was the Captain. "That's not a go-"

He was cut off when Trance's lips covered his. The drunken seeming pixie had focused on him when she heard his voice, and now Trip found himself with a very horny purple alien in his lap, her hands under his shirt as she plundered his mouth. Trip tried to push her off, but Trance was a lot stronger than she looked.

Harper moved to help the other engineer, but before he could get there, he found himself shoved against the wall by a very horny Vulcan, whose hands tore open his shirt as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Rommie looked at the two pairs in astonishment. In a matter of a few seconds this had gone from an interrogation to an orgy. She began to move to help Harper, seeing as he was a member of her crew, grabbing the Vulcan by the shoulder to pull her back. T'Pol twisted nimbly, and before she could stop the Vulcan, Rommie felt a tongue force itself between her lips. The tongue then pulled clear and Rommie got a close up view of T'Pol and Harper kissing deeply as the engineer's eyes focused on her.

As Rommie looked into Harper's eyes, she could make out a similar quasi-drunk glaze as had been in both Trance's and T'Pol's eyes. Stepping back, Rommie activated the sensors in her nose. They were far more sensitive than any organic nose, and could categorise nearly any substance in the known universe. She rapidly discarded all chemicals which couldn't have anything to do with this, until she finally found a complex organic molecule which the air was thick with. Her databanks looked for a correlation, but could find none. Then it stopped. The molecule was about two bonds away from ChloridiumtriDeclorison 1-3-2, the chemical designation for a substance secreted by the Audrien species. A pheromone. A very potent pheromone. Especially on humans. And the air was thick with this variant, which by all appearances made the Audrien pheromone seem tame.

Rommie sniffed again, tracking the concentrations until she stopped next to Trance and Trip. The engineer had stopped struggling with his purple armful, and now his hands were cupping her ass cheeks as her returned her kiss enthusiastically. It was Trance. The pixie was pouring this potent love drug into the air thickly, and the men were responding.

Given the apparent potency, there was no chance in hell she could ever get the entire lot apart. She'd probably have to break bones, and given how much they were apparently enjoying this...

Rommie was jolted out of the thought as something wound its way around her leg. Looking down, she saw Trance's fifth appendage had entwined itself between her legs. Rommie bent to unwrap it so she could step clear without hurting the medic, but the tail suddenly snapped taught, tripping her over forwards onto the bed on which Trip and Trance were now sprawled.

Trance mewled as Trip moved a hand from her ass and undid her top, releasing her firm breasts, exposing rock hard nipples which were so dark they were nearly black. The blond Starfleet engineer lowered his mouth, enveloping the bud, and Trance's back arched at the feeling of the warm mouth. Rommie felt a hand entwine itself in her hair and tug her head towards the free breast. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything the nipple was between her lips. Fuck it, she decided...

Rommie's lips latched on tightly and began to suck as her tongue teased the erect tip. She felt a knee push its way between her legs, the limb pressing against her slit through the fabric of her pants and panties. Rommie instinctively began to grind her crotch against the firm thigh, the now moist fabric of her panties grinding against the sensitive pussy lips as her other lips continued to tease Trance's nipple. She heard the purple girl moan loudly, and slid a hand downwards to the girl's hotpants. To her surprise, she felt a hand already there, fiddling with the zipper. Rommie moved her hand lowered and began to caress Trance's slit through the fabric.

T'Pol pushed Harper hard against the wall again, her lips still in contact with his. One of her hands held his mouth to hers, but the other drifted down his body, cupping his cock through the thin cargo pants and boxers Harper was wearing. Harper's own hands were busy, caressing the Vulcan's breasts through her tight bodysuit. T'Pol's hands then moved to his shirt, which was already burnt and torn open, and pushed it down his shoulders and off onto the floor, where she kicked it away. Her mouth began to trace a path of kisses and nips down his chest as her fingers fiddled with his zipper.

As her tongue drew a circle around his navel, Harper felt his cock suddenly released as T'Pol yanked his pants and boxers down, leaving his throbbing cock bobbing in the cool air, the pre-cum dripping head chilled. Then a hot mouth engulfed it, sucking hard as a hand enveloped and squeezed his balls. A tongue made a rapid circuit of the cockhead, cleaning off the salty pre-cum, then the mouth withdrew and Harper felt lips on his sac. T'Pol sucked, drawing one of the balls into her mouth and tasting the skin. She released it then took the other in in its place.

T'Pol released the other ball from her mouth and ran her tongue up the throbbing cock in front of her face, feeling the veins under the skin. Her right hand wrapped itself around the penis, slowly jacking it as her tongue caressed the base of the thick cock, where the shaft met the sac. Her fingers ran across the dripping tip, gaining a coating of Harper's precum on the tips. T'Pol raised her head slightly, enveloping the head of Harper's shaft and teasing it with her tongue whilst her slick fingers slid around the engineer's anus.

Harper gasped as a slick finger slid in past the tight ring of his asshole. A second joined it a moment later, and they began to move slowly. He felt T'Pol's other hand wrap itself around his cock and begin to jack him off into her mouth. His hips began to make small, involuntary thrusts into the warmth.

Suddenly, T'Pol's fingers drove deeply into his ass, hitting the prostate, and Harper came violently. Hot cum exploded into the Vulcan's mouth and she sucked hard, the salty semen flowing down her throat as her hand squeezed his cock, trying to force out the last few drops. She continued to suck, her tongue running across the head, after the flow ceased and the cock began to soften. After a moment, she stood and kissed Harper deeply, as he reached behind her to unzip the back of her uniform.
 

Trance moaned at the feel of the two mouths on her hot nipples. She could feel Rommie's crotch grinding against her bare legs, the slick fabric sliding up and down the skin. There was a hand stroking her pussy, and she felt the irregular pressure at her waist of someone trying to undo her hotpants one handed. She could also feel two hands on her ass, with two thumbs caressing the base of her tail.

She felt her hotpants being drawn down, and she shifted her legs to let them move downwards, then Trip's mouth drew away from her breast. She could feel his breath on her skin, moving down until it reached the dripping slit. Rommie's mouth lifted and kissed Trance deeply, her tongue slipping into the purple girl's mouth. Trance relaxed as she tasted the android's saliva, then moaned into Rommie's mouth as she felt a tongue push it's way through her vaginal lips.

Whilst her mind blurred from the feel of Trip's talented mouth, Trance's hands fumbled blindly with the catch of Rommie's top, her eyes closed as her tongue explored the android's warm mouth. She felt something give under her hands, and the top popped open. Rommie's body shifted slightly upwards as she pulled the top off. Trance's questing hands touched lace and firm, hot flesh. Her mouth pulled away, and she looked down to see the android's impressive cleavage supported by a black lace bra. "Black lace, Rommie? I'd never have thought it. How decadent." She gasped out with a smile before kissing the android again.

Trance's hands ran over the mounds, then her fingers tweaked the nipples through the soft, semitransparent material. Rommie gasped into Trance's mouth as the medic's hands teased the sensitive buds. Trance's fingers then skimmed around and undid the catch on the bra, releasing Rommie's full breasts. Trance's mouth pulled away and then lowered down, her purple lips engulfing the large dark nipple on the tip of Rommie's tanned right breast. Her teeth gently nipped the sensitive flesh, and she felt Rommie's fingers entwine themselves in her hair as the androids breathing began to come faster.

Trance herself began to pant as Trip's tongue worked her steadily towards an orgasm. She felt his lips gently squeeze her clit as his tongue stroked it, then his mouth moved down and his tongue slid along her slit, tasting the sweet, purple fluid that was seeping from it and running down her thighs. The tongue then pushed its way back inside her, and Trance began to moan as Trip skilfully and mercilessly drove her to the edge.

Drawing her attention back to Rommie in an attempt to stave off her incipient orgasm, Trance began to undo the android's pants, her uncooperative fingers trying to undo the button and zipper that held the inhumanly tight pants on. Suddenly a shudder ran through her body as her orgasm struck. Trip's skill had gotten the best of her, and she came violently, purple fluid flowing from her slit over the engineers face like a tide. As her body trembled, Trance's head fell forwards on the warm muscle of Rommie's abdomen, her breath tickling the android's firm flesh.

Trip slid out from underneath her and gently helped the purple girl onto the bed, turning her onto her back and kissing her, his now purple stained lips meeting hers and then parting to allow her tongue to slip languorously into his mouth, letting her taste her own sweet juices mixed with his saliva. Trip then turned his attention to Rommie, kissing the brunette, then moving his head back down to where Trance had reached, his agile fingers finishing undoing Rommie's pants. Rommie lifted her hips to allow Trip to slide them clear, revealing black T-back panties. Rommie's inner thighs were damp with fluid, and the panties were soaked.

The dark fabric set off Rommie's tanned skin wonderfully, but Trip was more interested in what was underneath the less than all concealing garment. Trip slid his fingers under the waist and tugged the panties slowly downwards, slowly exposing Rommie's erect clit, and the glistening vagina below it. His mouth lowered, the tongue teasing the nerve filled nub as he gently slipped a finger in between her nether lips. Rommie mewled slightly at the invasion, then began to pant again as the finger began to move slowly. A moment later a second finger was added, then a third. Rommie groaned as her vagina was stretched, her hands weaving themselves into Trip's short blond hair.

Trip's fingers began to thrust into her faster and faster, his lips started to gently squeeze the clit. Rommie felt a tremor run up her body, then her vision faded as she came hard, Trip's fingers still moving as the android's vaginal muscles squeezed around them, fluid running down to his wrist.
 

Harper caressed T'Pol's naked breasts. The Vulcan, despite her stern demeanour, apparently didn't believe in underwear. It might have been a cultural thing, or simply that with breasts that lovely, she didn't feel a bra was worth the bother. Harper couldn't help but agree as his tongue ran over the rock hard nipple of her right breast.

However, the Vulcan didn't seem to be after that at the moment. She quickly tugged the dusty fabric down and kicked it away, revealing a gorgeous nude form and a beautiful ass. A triangle of dark curls were the only trace of hair on her lower body. Harper knelt, wanting to taste the fluids weeping from the Vulcan's slit, but T'Pol had other ideas as she quickly dropped to her hands and knees, giving the kneeling engineer a great view of the moist pink flesh inside her slightly parted vagina.

Getting the message, Harper grabbed the alien's narrow waist and pulled her backwards, thrusting forwards at the same time, slightly firmly inside her. The Vulcan hissed loudly at the feel of his large penis inside her tight passage, but began to move. Harper matched his thrusts to her movements, he cock soon pounding deeply into her.

T'Pol muscles pulsed around his penis with each stroke, squeezing and releasing the hard member. Before long, T'Pol began to moan loudly, and Harper felt her vaginal muscles contract tightly as she came, milking him. The extra tightness pushed him over the edge and he spilt his load deep into her moist passageway.
 

Trip found himself being dragged onto the bed by Trance. She pushed him down on his back, straddling him, her slit pressing against his uniform, the moisture dripping against the purple grey fabric. Trance's hands fumbled with the catches on his jacket, then pulled it off. Her fingers tugged on the undershirt for a moment, then her short nails simply shredded it, and a moment later the few remaining shreds landed on the deck.

She then attacked his pants, yanking them off quickly. The boxers joined them straight afterwards. Trip gasped as his throbbing erection was surrounded by the warmth of the purple alien's mouth. The mouth began to move slowly up and down, the tongue stroking the flesh as Trance took him deeply into her throat. A moment later a second mouth joined hers, and he looked down to see the brunette suck one of his balls into her mouth and stroke it with her tongue. The other testicle received similar treatment, then Rommie's head lifted to join Trance's, licking and sucking at his cock. The feel of two tongues running up and down the flesh was driving the engineer rapidly towards orgasm, hardly a difficult feat given how hard he'd been after eating out two beautiful women.

He moaned, and his hips began to make small thrusting movements as the two women's head rested against each other, their two tongue's running over the head of his cock and tasting the salty pre-cum. Trip moaned loudly as he felt the tongues meet at his slit, then he came violently. A streamer flew up into Rommie's face, the milky white cum splashing against her cheek. Trance's hand grabbed the bucking cock and directed the second streamer into her waiting mouth. Rommie's mouth then engulfed his cock head, and the third blast went straight into her mouth. Trance's hand began to jack his cock as Rommie sucked and swallowed.
 

Harper pulled himself clear of T'Pol, and sat watching the others whilst he regained his breath, and the others seemed to be doing the same. Trance was sitting in Rommie's lap, lazily licking the last traces of cum off of the android's face. Trip was still flushed, and had collapsed back on the bed, not moving a great deal. T'Pol was lying on her back with a slightly glazed statement.

Finally someone started to move, and given her android physical advantages, it was unsurprisingly Rommie. She Lifted Trance off her and lowered the purple alien onto the bed, then turned to Trip and kissed him deeply. It didn't take more than a few minutes of this before the starfleet man was erect again. Rommie moved off him and using her more than human strength, moved him so his legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, then she straddled him, lowering her slit slowly onto his erection.

Once he was in her, she began to move slowly to keep him hard, but then she turned slightly and gestured for Harper. The engineer had no idea what she was going to do, but he could guess he would probably enjoy it. When he was close enough, Rommie grabbed his cock and guided him behind her, towards her ass. Harper grabbed her slowly moving hips with one hand and his cockhead with the other, preparing to enter her, but then paused. Taking his hand off his cock, he spat on it, then massaged the saliva into the hot flesh. The damp fingers then gently probed Rommie's asshole, stretching it.

Finally, when he decided that they were both ready, Harper slid slowly into her. Rommie groaned at the feel of the two cocks inside her, and began to move slightly faster, rocking between them. The two human engineers matched her movements, thrusting deeply into her.

Seeing what was happening, Trance and T'Pol shifted from their lethargy's, the Vulcan clambering to her feet and stumbling over, whilst the medic shifted so she was kneeling on the bed. Trance lowered her lips to Rommie's nearest nipple, and began to suck gently. Rommie gasped and ran her hands through the thick blond hair. Trance continued to suck as she lowered her hand and ran it across her own slit, then two of her finger's delved in and she began to move them in and out.

T'Pol took up position on the other side, and kissed Rommie deeply, then began to tease the other nipple. Suddenly her eyes bulged and she pulled her mouth away and looked down. Trance's tail had wormed its way across over Trip's body, and the tip was running along her slit. Turning her attention back to the nipple, T'Pol absently let her knees slide apart, and moaned into Rommie's flesh as the tip pushed into her and began to slowly move.

Harper groaned as he felt the tightness of Rommie's anal passage, and the feel of the other cock moving in her, only separated by a thin layer of flesh. Suddenly he heard Trip groan loudly as he came, he strokes growing more frenzied. Rommie came next, her ass muscles convulsing around his cock. He distantly heard as T'Pol came with a moan, and then Trance's cries followed. Finally, Harper felt his cock explode into the convulsing anal passageway, then he felt his head grow light from the violence of his orgasm.

Staggering, he pulled himself free and collapsed into a chair in the corner as he tried to regain his breath from one of the more exhausting experiences in his life...
 

"So, you think you can get this device to actually get us back?" Trip asked as he watched Harper put the final connections in place.

"Sure. An exotic matter pulser is designed to punch a hole through dimensions, and the closest dimension is the Slipstream. That device the Sinti researchers came up with to calculate the wave function of the universe should be able to sample your molecular wave function, and use that to calculate where you come from, then simply punch a hole there. No trouble."

Trip stared at the device. "Are you sure you shouldn't just reverse the polarity or something?"

Harper shook his head. "That would blow us all to hell."

Trip frowned. "You sure? It always works where I come from." The Enterprise engineer was feeling a little uncomfortable. He had no idea how he was going to write the report of this up. Admittedly, this had been the most enjoyable away mission in a long time, but there were bound to be questions. At least this time he wouldn't have T'Pol stating icily that he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
 
 

Okay, so you know, in case you haven't guessed, I do like writing crossovers. They are, by a long way, my favourite type of fic to write, because they have vastly more possibilities than most other genres. I tend to end up integrating things in my mind. I mean, you must have noticed that Harper is fairly wimpy relative to the other characters. However, a little crossing over winds him up in the Star Wars universe and we have Jedi Knight Harper hacking through entire swarms of Magog with a lightsabre. Or maybe Darth Harper taking over control of the magog from The Spirit...

Oh, and sorry for venting in the prestory stuff. Prescott managed to screw up the transport system royally during his tenure as Minister for Transportation, which has made my life more annoying, and my computer is making funny noises.
 

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