Dangerous Cargo

"Do you know why I pulled your ship over?"

"Uhm... Was it because my Warp Core is leaking?"

Lt. Riva Tetonas looked the extremely busty Andorian space trucker up and down. She was way outside the normal shipping corridors, and her small freighter was just the right size that if an enterprising contractor desired, they could easily moonlight as a smuggler, too.

"No, that's not why I'm pulling you over ma'am-"

"Ma'am?! I'm twenty-four!"

Damn, almost the same age as me, she thought.

Twenty-four and with a pair of jugs large enough to qualify having their own orbit. She also wondered if this Andorian had eaten some of Dr. Lactopus' Hearty Meal Time MREs, just as she, and millions of other women across the galaxy had eaten, not knowing of the hidden side effects, chiefly, an over-stimulated libido with a pair of milk dripping honkers to match. It took three days for The Federation to catch on, but by that time, it was too late. Every planet from Vulcan to the Neutral Zone was awash in the sweet aroma of warm, fresh breastmilk and moaning hucows. Thought that term was deemed to human-centric, and the more politically correct term of Senticow was created. Still. it didn't quell any unnatural urges that began creeping up in even the most staunch members of Starfleet.

Lt. Tetonas was no exception. She had already been transferred twice due to her sexual escapades with comrades. That is why she found herself way out here, doing patrol checks on questionable freighters and yachts.

"No, MA'AM," Riva said again, stressing the ma'am to show her authority. "when you're ship was docked at the space station, a random sweep of nav computers indicated your ship had just come from a restricted area of space. Do you know anything about that?"

"It's Fiona," said the Andorian, "and I've never been out there. My trucking company keeps very tight logs, and I'd have my license pulled if I ever went off route." The Andorian shifted her weight from one leg to the other, hiding her foot behind her calf in a dead giveaway tell. Her enormous blue breasts sloshed under her tight space trucker's vest. "So, no. I don't know what you moo-mean."

"Well, that's funny," said Lt. Tetonas as she sauntered about the interior of the small one-pilot freighter. "Because the only planet that lies in the direction from where you just came is restricted to even the admiralty. Beta Omicron Delta III. Ever heard of it?" she said, casting a piercing gaze over her left shoulder. Though it may have come out more smoldering than anything else due to her heightened state of arousal. She could already feel her soaking bright red panties, which matched her short red Starfleet tunic, begin to overflow.

Her constant state of arousal was so bad that her Orion roommate even found some vintage plastiform discs from the 21st century of an Terran media known as hentai to help in some sort of release.

She devoured every disc, watching them all late into the night till she was a quivering mass of milk fountaining senticow.

No matter. If she was this horny, than so was the Andorian. They would both count the seconds till they could get back to their bunks and relieve the tension.

"I-" The Andorian was just about to say something when they both heard a knocking sound coming from behind the aft cargo door.

"That's impossible! I secured it!" said Fiona under breath, but Riva heard it.

"Open this hatch up. I want to see what you have in there."

"No! You can't!" Fiona leaped in front of Riva, her arms stretched wide to cover the door. This caused her short vest to rise up, exposing her puffy blue areolas, so fat and juicy that they swallowed her indigo buds.

"What is it that you have in there? You'd better answer. You're already in violation of at least a dozen Starfleet regulations." She lifted the blue woman's chin. "If you talk, I can put in a good word for you. Maybe you won't loose your ship."

Fiona pondered her fates. Her employer was a serious person. But the Federation touched every everywhere. No matter what choice she went with, things would end up bad. But maybe Lt. Tetonas could help her.

"Okay," she said. "it's like this." Her ample chest heaved and Riva felt like she had better get out the popcorn.

"You're right. I was hired by someone at a major tech company. They have contracts with Starfleet and the Vulcans and, like everyone! But I never went to BOD III, just, one of its moons. The client warned me about how the planet was dangerous. How you needed the strongest mind to combat its powers, or something."

"And let me guess, he didn't pick you to go down there?" Riva crossed her arms over her breasts, making her soft, marshmallowy-mammaries spread out, and almost seemed to double in size.

"Hey!" Fiona said, her face turning a darker blue. "That's not nice! But you're right again." She sat down on a cargo crate, her tits jostling and bouncing. "I'm really just a go-between. The real smuggler was this guy I'd never worked with before. I think his name was Gladius, or something. He was a...um, that is..."

"A Romulan?" said Riva. Her tone icy cold.

"Three for three," said Fiona. She smiled weakly, but never lifted her head. She knew that there was no way she was going to be able to keep her ship now, not after admitting to colluding with a Romulan to smuggle items off a Federation restricted planet.

"I think you had better open that door, now, Fiona."

The Andorian got up and went to the door, but stopped in front of Riva. "The guy who hired us. He was a Xyrillian. I looked him up. I can't pronounce the name, but his family is old. Like WAY OLD."

Riva put a hand on the trucker's shoulder. "Why would a Xyrillian hire a Romulan and you to go to Beta Omicron Delta III?"

"Look, I don't know everything!" pleaded Fiona, wiping away a tear from her blue cheek.

And then it hit Lt. Tetonas like a wave of Ferengi cologne. Of course! The Xyrillians had developed a technology they called Holochambers. Environments that looked completely real, but you couldn't interact with the constructs. It was as close to an artificial system as you could get right now. But it wasn't real enough to become marketable, and too expensive to compete with VG helmets.

Then she remembered how Captain Kirk and The Enterprise had gone to BOD III just four standard years ago. Something happened on that planet that caused it to be quarantined. Something ...with projections... She just couldn't remember what! If only the aching in her breasts and loins would stop for one second, maybe she could remember.

CLANG!

There it was again! Lt. Riva stomped towards the hatch door, her milkers bouncing with every stride.

Fiona watched helplessly as her dreams of a trucking empire fell down around her. She knew when Lt. Tetonas opened that door it would all be over.

Riva pressed the hatch interface button. The door swooshed open.

Silence.

The room was pitch black and empty with the exception of two crates. One was glowing faintly. This was labeled in Terran, Vulcan, and a half dozen other languages as Cognitive Simulation Core. The other, a large metal box large enough to house an elephant, but with long horizontal slats, was labeled in much the same way, but was called an Environmental Replication Unit.

"What are these, Fiona?" asked Lt. Riva Tetonas, turning to look at the other woman. But the Andorian stood in the doorway, eyes wide with a look of both fear and unbridled passion.

Riva looked down, her attention pulled instantly away from the blue breasted beauty to her leg.

SOMETHING WAS SLITHERING UP HER THIGH!

It looked like one of those damn tentacles from the plastiform movie she watched last night!

In a blinding flash the tentacles tore her red Starfleet uniform away, exposing her ripe, milk rich breasts to the cool air of the cargo hold. Her nipples stiffened and milk began to immediately bud on her tips.

Thoughts becoming real. Projected realities. That's why Beta Delta Omicron III was quarantined, thought Riva as she and Fiona were pulled towards the cage where a being she dreamed up hungrily waited to drain their milk.

Finally... release....she thought.

Congratulations to Sean Flarrety for coming up with the third place winner! I like Star Wars... but I LOVE Star Trek. Especially TOS, and this erotic fanfiction, (which is my first) proposes how maybe one unscrupulous manufacturer created the HoloDecks in Star Trek: The Next Generation. The short red security officer's tunic should be a huge clue to when this takes place, but for those unaware, its during the time of Kirk, Spock and McCoy, and references the episode Shore Leave (S1,Ep15) in which our heros are attacked by some pretty wild thought projections. My favorites were McCoy's at the end. Watch it and find out what I mean! ;)