Dragon on the USS Valley

[There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Which raises the question why the hell would there be? After all the U.S.S. Valley NCC-99130 is a back water underrated starship that isn’t even commissioned to be able to fight our own battles as a rule. Heck the only weapons we have are defensive in nature and of course our personal weapons.

The ship doesn’t even have a massive crew. While ships like the Enterprise have over 1000 crewmembers ours has barely 100. We’re usually assigned the cleanup work after the Enterprise battles the high-profile aliens like the Borg and the Cardassians.

Sometimes weeks at a time pass before we are issued a mission and we’re not too big on protocol, heck sometimes I think that Starfleet even forgets that we exist, so we sometimes formulate our own mission.

But wait, I’m getting a little ahead of myself, the story of the U.S.S. Valley began a little over six months ago…at the drydock overlooking Earth on Star Date 54321.00….]

* * *

Captain Edward Johnson was a man of 53 who stood at 6’4” with a salt and pepper beard and close-cropped hair. He fixed his shirt around himself as he pushed his way through the high grass. As a man he got somewhat left behind in life. He didn’t even register for service in Starfleet until he was in his late 30’s. And technically except for one sexual encounter with a pretty same age girl who lived around 20 houses down the block from him when he was 17, he’s never had one again.

That was when the dreams about the woman began, just like the one tonight. The woman seemed to be 20 years his current junior to within long raven black hair and breasts the size of melons. Through the dreams he even knew her name. The part of the dream that bothers him the most always started the same where they were lovers, then she would appear out of the mist they would do a quick dance around one another then that quick the girl of his dreams was consumed in some sort of fire out of nowhere.

* * *

“No-o!” Michelle sat up in her bed screaming like she was on fire, but she was only hot because the damned air conditioner in her room wasn’t working right. Besides it was 6:00 and it was time to get up as she had to report for duty as first officer on a ship called the U.S.S. Valley in around 2 hours. Her biggest hope was the captain was the sort that could do without sexually harassing her every other day. Then again he could be the man who has been appearing in her death dreams…now that would be interesting.

* * *

T’Pan was an easy to look at Vulcan woman and was a direct descendant of a prior Vulcan beauty named T’Pol, as she was her granddaughter, and even shared her looks. While she was well over 50 in Vulcan years, her human half could easily identify as a 21-year-old. While her mindset was purely Vulcan, she had allowed her human sexuality to take over, and found both men and women to be sexuality attractive, thus her chosen name, for T’Pan was pansexual.

The Ferengi woman stood beside T’Pan, as they held one another’s hands, as they were married. She felt uncomfortable in her clothes, as she was never made to wear so many clothes in all her life. Because she had a slightly younger life span, she had the bodily appearance of a 30-year-old human. She was the ships navigator; you know one of the ones in a red shirt.

Captain Johnson waited for the final member of his bridge crew; he only knew to look for a full-bodied woman of 33 from the Minnesota region of the United States. That’s when it happened, for in fact a woman in a first officer’s uniform stepped forward. He studied her, it was the girl from his dreams…or were they nightmares?

“What the flux are you looking at,” then it hit her, as her eyes settled on the captain, the man from her death dreams. “Oh no…, *YOU*!”

T’Pan’s right eyebrow shot up. “You know her?”

“I haven’t seen Michelle a day in my life,”

“Ri-ight,” T’Pan doubted her captain’s words

“I’m the man of your dreams,” Captain Johnson whispered.

“Not dreams,” Michelle said fearfully, “death dreams.”

“If we truly share the same dream, then you may know that I am not responsible your death,”

“I know that,” Michelle responded, “some unknown being in a yet unrealized situation. But still--.”

“Anyway, don’t worry about that right now,” As they talked a mild beam of energy played around them and their bodies slowly began to dematerialize. The captain spoke playfully through the beam. “I think it’s time we met the rest of the main crew.”

Behind the controls stood a man who stood an inch taller than the captain with jet black hair and blue eyes, his unform played around with blue and wore an open vest that revealed a playful letter on a tee shirt he wore.

“This is Kla,” the captain explained, “he will serve as the ships engineer, among a few other things.”

“And--” a rather short blonde woman with a British accent said rather anxiously, “You may call me Doctor,”

“Doctor…who?”

A smile came to her face, “Just call me Doctor. You must be our #1.”

“Actually,” Michelle responded, “I am the captain’s #1,”

“Uh-huh,” the Doctor said with a playful smile.

“While we are all gathered in the same room as senior officers,” Captain Johnson said, “I just want to say, our ship is not about exploring new worlds, at least not as a rule, although I am sure that we will be allowed that opportunity. We are nothing more than glorified clean-up crew and damage control. In that respect, no person is higher than the other.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” the Ferengi woman said as she playfully let her teeth show, “captain.”

* * *

[The next few weeks were everyone getting to know one another. Michelle and I actually hit it off pretty big from the word go, we even gave in to exploring one another’s bodies by the third day, and our time on the bridge was like an eternal date.]

* * *

Michelle lay back on the bed as she felt Edward’s shaft inside her pounding her like the proverbial piston going at full speed, her breasts jiggled back and forth fluidly from the motion. As he pounded at her he aligned his chest alongside Michelle’s breasts allowing them to jiggle under his massive chest. She trusted him in every way, even when she knew he was about to shoot fluids inside her.

“I love you Michelle,” their sex was so natural that Edward was able to speak in near natural tones, “happy birthday.”

“You really want to make this special?”

“How?”

“It’s OK if you don’t pull out when you…you know.”

“You sure?” Edward just wanted to be sure he was hearing her right, he could feel their hearts align their beats, as he approached the moment.

“In fact, make sure you hold it deep inside resting in a certain position.”

“So, you want me to get you pregnant?” Edward had to prevent himself from getting a premature ejaculation, so he stopped in mid thrust just until he got confirmation.

“When it’s time, let it flow inside me, and pray to whatever deity you pray to that your boys can swim, and I can respond properly to that.”

“OK,” after a moment’s rest, Edward began thrusting once more, going deep inside her.

There was some pain as Edward went deeper, but Michelle took pleasure in the pain. “Let me know when it happens, so I can let my body respond accordingly.”

“Sure love,” Edward felt the energy coming to a head, and began a countdown with each thrust, as he let himself flow inside Michelle, he made one final deep thrust he contacted her sweet spot and poured his juices over it as natural as could be.

* * *

*A few seconds before*

The Doctor ignored the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the captain’s door and used her sonic screwdriver to override the lock and waited for the door to slide open. She stood there watching the final moment of sex as Johnson released the fluids. “Oops!”

“No oops,” Michelle smiled pleasantly as she looked at the Doctor.

“You sure?” The Doctor smiled, as she watched Edward properly roll off Michelle onto his side, “you absolutely sure?”

“Yes Doctor,” Edward said, sounding a little annoyed at the Doctor’s presence, “at least about what happened. Your being here when it happened--.”

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” the Doctor felt guilty.

“What exactly do you want?”

What was the Doctor going to say? That this moment was a fixed point in time? That would make her seem even more strange than she intentionally presented herself. That she was only watching, that wasn’t creepy. “The door wasn’t locked when I walked through,”

“Doesn’t explain why you’re in here,” Michelle threw out her mean sounding voice.

“Listen,” the Doctor said apologetically, it hit her as she looked for a way out, “I really shouldn’t be here, should I?”

“No really,” both Edward and Michelle spoke in unison.

“Well,” the Doctor turned, “I better go,”

By this time, Michelle was back in her undergarments, and she found the Doctor still standing there, the Doctor waved a metallic device in front of Michelle’s belly. “What the flux are you doing?”

“Can be the first to congratulate you,”

“You can’t tell this early on,”

“I have my ways,” the Doctor smiled, as a 3D image of what was going on inside Michelle’s reproductive organs, a sperm swam towards the cell that was released, “you’re going to be a mom!”

* * *

Yaz propped herself against the TARDIS which was hidden in the backmost part of sickbay as she waited for the Doctor to return, it was only a while back that they opened themselves to one another as lovers, and she hated every moment the Doctor was gone, and longed for her touch.

“Is everything good?” Yaz greeted the Doctor with a kiss.

“That’s just it, everything’s going a little too good,” the sex was at the right time, and all that fun stuff, “so why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this?”

“Can I ask a question?” Yaz asked.

“What makes this pregnancy so special?”

“Oh Yaz,” the Doctor sighed, “sweetie, every pregnancy is special.”

“I know that!” Yaz sighed, “but why take interest in this one?”

“Fixed point in time,” the Doctor replied, “I told you.”

“Yes, but… why?”

“Oh, I get it, in the year 2401, the child that was conceived today will lead humanity into the next stage of human development, at least for this dimension.”

“That’s a good thing right?”

“Of course, but I want to find out how it is possible for a human child to gain the ability to regenerate.”

“What--?”

* * *

[We finally found a planet we could explore, a paradise planet where everything ran in harmony with one another, each group of us went down, and we basically went on automated. The Doctor and her girlfriend went off in one direction, possibly happy to be away from various people. T’Pan and Egra went playing with the local animals focusing on a young white dragon. While Michelle and I spent three days exploring one another at a waterfall where the water traveled up. On the final day, nobody wanted to leave, yet we had to.]

* * *

Michelle looked down at her belly, after almost 20 weeks, she finally had a baby bump that she could show off, and had her uniform modified to do just that, she watched as a baby dragon with bright golden scales followed behind Egra. “What’s this?”

“He followed us home,” T’Pan said.

“Can we keep him?”

“Uh--.” Captain Johnson knew the two girls thought he was a little stupid, bur he reached out his hand, “take the rope off him and see how far he follow you.”

“Sounds reasonable,” T’Pan took the rope from the dragon’s neck, then began to shew it away, “go on, go home.”

As T’Pan spoke the young dragon danced playfully around her.

“Captain,” Michelle had found a rubber ball, she discretely let the captain see it. She tossed the ball past the dragon, after he got a nod from him “FETCH!”

As the dragon scampered after the ball, the captain spoke into the intercom. “Beam us up Kla…NOW!”

“That was mean!” Egra beckoned the dragon to return, even as the transporter beam grabbed at her. “Here love.”

“Love?” T’Pan had to ask, she looked jealously as Egra touched at the dragon sensually leaped towards Egra.

“Oh,” the captain watched as the dragon leaped into the beam, “shit.”

* * *

It was as they began to materialize that the dragon dropped into Egra’s loving arms, falling into the embrace of her Ferengi lover’s kiss. A single tear streaked down T’Pan’s face, as she let herself experience an emotion from her human side – panic. Her panic attack came out in the form of uncontrollable crying, as she nudged the wedding ring off and held it over the incinerator.

“Wait--.” Michelle grabbed the ring as it dropped out of T’Pol’s hand. She watched as Egra continued to touch the dragon sensually, she wasn’t totally convinced it was over. “Let me hold onto the ring for a couple of days.”

“But the dragon is getting better attention than the girl she is supposed to be married to,” T’Pol motioned to herself, “and at a bad time for me!"

“Don’t forget,” Johnson said, “it is the Ferrengi way to have a main lover and one on the side.”

“Sometimes for Vulcans like me too,” T’Pan sighed, “But which role will I play in all of this?”

“She’s got a point.” Michelle sided with T’Pol, and held the Vulcan’s hand, then slipped into an embrace, and gave T’Pan an intentional unintentional kiss.

“My question is,” as he watched his pregnant wife kiss a hot Vulcan woman, “which role will *I* play in all of this?”

“What are you talking about?” Michelle asked, as she looked down at T’Pan’s breasts hungrily, not even realizing she was doing it. “OH, Flux!”

“Oh,” the Doctor said as she watched on, her hand went up to her mouth, “that’s what that word means!!”

* * *

Captain Johnson braced himself against the window as he watched the stars go by at the ships make-shift bar, wishing he were anyplace but where he was at that exact moment, even the planet that was on fire. He felt a presence next to him, he looked up to notice it was the Doctor.

“I’d buy you a drink, but it appears as though you already have one.”

Johnson motioned to his empty glass, “you can always buy me a refill,"

“Which is?”

“Lager,”

“Barkeep, refill his lager and I’ll take one too. I suggest you sit down for what I need to tell you.”

“About what?”

“What’s going on between your wife and T’Pan.”

“What about it?”

“It has to do with something called Pon Farr--.”

* * *

T’Pan lay back on the bed as Michelle went through her version of the Pon Farr ritual with her. But T’Pan swatted at Michelle. “Stop, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Then how--?”

“I’m familiar with Pon Farr.” Johnson said as he lay next to T’Pan and began caressing the lovely Vulcan through the proper sex ritual.

“And where did you learn about Pon Farr?”

“Me,” T’Pan smiled, just to see Michelle squirm.

* * *

[The weeks grew, and Michelle T’Pan and I had formed an agreement so that any two of the three could have sex with one or both and was an arrangement that all three equally were pleased with. Of course, there was the understanding that Michelle and I were the main one out of the threesome relationship.

Egra had become not a very nice even for a Ferengi and had become quite a bother, her love for the dragon grew and pulled no punches about loving it more than her wife and even spoke of leaving T’Pan to her face on more than one occasion.]

Captain Johnson looked at the bridge crew shortly after “getting a mission” from Starfleet.

“I think it’s just better that we don’t even acknowledge one another’s existence,” Egra frowned at T’Pan it was obvious what her feelings were.

“OK, listen up, we have a micro-mission, it should take me and one other crewmember,”

“And who is the one who has been selected?” Egra had to ask.

“I believe you, Egra have all of the qualities to go on this mission,” Johnson looked at Egra in her bright red shirt.

Then came the mock applause from the bridge crew

“When do we go?”

“Now!”

“OK,” Egra said as she got up from her navigation station and T’Pan took over.

“Hey,” T’Pan gave Egra a hopeful one last chance glance, “when you get back, maybe we can talk a few things over?

“When are you going to get that it’s over between us?”

“I know that now,” T’Pan settled into the seat, “have a nice rest of your life. What’s left of it.”

“Hrumph,” Egra joined the captain as they made their way to the transporter room. “Whatever.”

* * *

The beam down was to an old quarry where Yaz described as a Daleks quickly approached them. “EX...”

Captain Johnson quickly slapped the emergency recall on his com-badge.

“…TER…”

Egra watched the beam form around Captain Johnson only.

“…MIN…”

As the captain beamed away the Dalek beam hit Egra vaporizing her instantly.

“…ATE!!!”

As Captain Johnson’s lone figure appeared in the return transport, the Doctor stood by the transporter knowing full well what just happened and who was responsible for the presence of the Daleks. Not the Master, nor Davros nor anyone else except for the one person she loved and trusted most. Her loving companion Yaz who had the last name: “KHAN!!”

* * *

The Doctor stormed into sickbay and marched right up to Yaz Khan and slapped her across the face as hard as she can.

“HEY!” Yaz reached her hand up. “What was that for?”

“Why do I even bother?”

“Bother? About what?”

“That Ferengi woman was beamed down to her death against a Dalek,” the Doctor ranted, “how the hell did that Dalek make it to this dimension?”

“Maybe the question should be, how will that single Dalek make it off that planet? It has no way off the planet, and the very atmosphere is toxic even to a Dalek as it has a corrosive effect against metal.”

“We had to be sure,” Captain Johnson explained.

“But why kill her?”

“She was given every chance to turn back to T’Pan and release that animal.”

“OK, but a Dalek?” The Doctor ranted. “How were you even able to make it possible?”

“I learned from the best,” Yaz placed her hand on the Doctor’s shoulder, then gave her a kiss.

“Oh,” the Doctor blushed, “I can never stay mad at you,”

“Hey,” Yaz motioned into the TARDIS, where next to the living console was a bed, “I got the bed we moved into the control room all fixed up.”

“Oh, you must be good if you fixed a broken bed!” the Doctor teased.

“Well, the TARDIS helped.” Yaz smirked

“Let’s see if we can break it again!”

* * *

The memorial service for Egra lasted all of two minutes, and T’Pan was taught by Michelle how to fake an emotion, after that it was business as usual, with only one change, with T’Pan at navigation to the captain’s left, and the Michelle as #1 to the captain’s right.

“Captain,” T’Pan turned her head, “what are our plans for the young dragon? After all, he’s known not much else than us, and taking him home might be…illogical in this case.”

“We may have to return him to his home planet,” Michelle walked over to T’Pan and placed her hand on the Vulcan’s shoulder, “would that really be so bad?”

“Can’t we keep him?”

The captain sat in listening into the conversation, as he often did. “Don’t forget, that thing right now is only around 10 ft, but that breed can grow up to 85 feet with a wingspan of over 50 feet, and that’s assuming he’s a white dragon.”

“He’s certainly too big to be keeping in your room forever,” Johnson agreed.

“But we can keep him in the cargo hold,” T’Pan pleaded.

“Now you’re giving yourself over too much to your human side,” Johnson said, “we must take it to its home.”

* * *

USS Valley approached the paradise planet, as a 100-foot white dragon approached the ship, its scales were much similar to the baby dragon and its size filled the viewscreen, it breathed fire out of its mouth as it approached.

“Go to red alert,”

“Captain,” T-Pan said, “he is trying to get into the cargo bay.”

“Evasive maneuvers,” the captain got up, “fire weapons.

“No effect, still approaching the cargo bay.”

“Why is that thing open anyway?”

“There is a shuttle picking up much needed food.”

“That’s right, who is piloting the ship?”

“Michelle,” T’Pan said.

“Shit! Come with me,” the Captain tagged T’Pan, “now!”

As T’Pan got up, it was revealed that she too had a baby bump from the night he performed Pon Farr on her, and like Michelle, she was ready for action. She followed the captain to the cargo hold where Michelle was quickly landing the first of two shuttle crafts. She let the hands empty the one she flew in.

“Close the shuttle bay doors!”

“NO!” Michelle cried out.

“That thing is going to get in.”

“There are containers of food down there we can use!” Michelle demanded. “Including ice cream and pickles!”

“You can get that stuff from the replicators!”

“Not the same,” Michelle began out as the dragon popped its head in, she never made it to the shuttle as the dragon breathed its fiery breath out at her and he groped its way inside, engulfing Michelle in its flame.

[There weren’t always dragons in the Valley…now there are two.]

TO BE CONTINUED…