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Star Trek Voyager: Call of the Borg
by Dixon Carter Lee (address withheld)

***

Seven of Nine experiences human emotions for the first 
time in her life. (MF, 1st, sci-fi, tv-parody)

***

Seven fell against a bulkhead as her Kinetic 
Displacement Implant failed. Kim hit his com badge. 

"Ensign Kim to sick bay. Emergency beam out." 

"Acknowledged." said the Doctor. 

In seconds their atoms were ripped apart and pulled 
through a sub-space variance until they were 
reassembled aboard Voyager's Sick Bay. Seven was 
conscious, but confused. 

"What happened?" asked the Doctor, waving a whirling 
medical tricorder. 

"I don't know." said Kim. "We were examining the Cube. 
No drones anywhere. Like we thought, it's adrift in 
space. Seven found a communications array she'd never 
seen before. It's new Borg technology. Anyway, she 
touched it, the machine activated, and she fell." 

"Her Nano-Cerbral Module is being bombarded by a 
transwarp frequency." said the Doctor. 

"How is that possible?" asked Kim. "We're not moving in 
transwarp." 

"No, but a communication of some sort is." said the 
Doctor. "Help me isolate her. If she's receiving Borg 
communication..." 

"She could become dangerous." finished Kim. 

"Precisely." 

Seven felt her body lift. The hands touching her, 
Terran and Hologram, sent shivers of sensation through 
her legs. A curious wetness dampened her suit. Her 
nipples, still flesh, though supported by a metal 
undercarriage, stiffened. Her nose picked up keen odors 
in the room, of skin and hair. She swooned with an urge 
she'd felt only in Sector Zero, but much stronger. She 
recognized carnality, but had never before reached such 
a stage of arousal. 

Kim left to make his report, while the Doctor entered 
his readings into the computer. They didn't notice 
Seven's long fingers running down her suit to the 
dampness between her legs. Pushing and rubbing through 
the fabric Seven ministered her sex as best she could. 
She tried to stop. 

When these sensations had come to her before, she had 
always managed to restrain herself. Not now. She could 
not be stopped now, no more that she could stop the 
Event Horizon of a collapsing White Dwarf. She dug and 
dug at herself until the shimmering material of her 
suit ripped and her fingers found purchase on blessed 
flesh. 

"Ahhhh!" she sighed, as she wiggled into the tear, 
wetting her fingers with a pungent juice. She found a 
tiny nub, pressed, and rolled her eyes back. "Yes!" she 
screamed. 

"Seven?" said the Doctor, looking up from his station. 
The images received by his matrix scanned a bank of 
possible programmed responses, chose one, and commanded 
the Holo-Emitter force fields to lift the matter used 
to create the EMH's left eyebrow. "Oh my." 

Seven heard the Doctor's voice, leaped off the bed, 
still reeling from vertigo, but determined to satiate 
herself. About her she could hear the faint hum of the 
security force field. "Doctor," she said, "I require 
your assistance." 

The Doctor stepped through the force field, his body 
sputtering an electronic yellow as the passage 
momentarily disrupted his program. 

"You should lie down, Seven." he said. 

"Computer," said Seven, "Disable EMH Holo-Emitters 
outside the security field, and program to erase 
Emergency Medical Hologram program from all Voyager 
sub-systems should the EMH move without. Security 
override Seven of Nine Alpha, Alpha, Zero, Two, Zero." 

"Affirmative." answered the computer. 

"Seven?" started the Doctor, confused. Before he could 
ask why Seven had trapped him inside the Security Field 
he found himself thrown down upon a medical bunk with 
Seven on top of him. "You're suffering from a transwarp 
redirect of your Nano-Cerebral involuntary 
programming..." 

"Irrelevant." said Seven, tugging at the Doctor's 
uniform. 

"What are you doing?" asked the Doctor. "Let me give 
you a sedative." 

Seven had to move fast. The wetness inside her was 
growing, and the need was paramount. But the Doctors 
pants would not come undone. She realized what the 
problem was. The uniform was the Doctor, created out of 
loose matter, held in place by force-fields. There was 
nothing underneath them but replicated molecules used 
for substance. 

She suddenly recalled a conversation she'd had with the 
Chief Engineer, during an unguarded moment brought 
about by too many Kalaxian Ales she'd traded for two 
Replicator Coils. "Computer!" she said, breathlessly. 
"Alter EMH program. Augment with sexual attributes from 
program Belanna244." 

"What's happening?" said the Doctor, overcome with a 
sudden influx of new data. "I can, feel something..." 
he said, suddenly squirming. 

"I've added sensation to your matrix." said Seven, "and 
this." 

She pulled down his pants, altered now to remove, and 
reveal beneath a human penis, fully functional, and 
growing. 

"What have you done to me?" yelled the Doctor. "How 
dare you. You can't do this!" 

Seven swooned. The phallus called to her, beckoned her. 
She gave in to the sensations flooding her body. 
Mounting the Doctor she guided his penis into her, 
filling her. She snarled with lust. More. She wanted 
more. 

"Computer!" she said. "Augment newly programmed EMS 
penis by four centimeters." 

"No!" screamed the Doctor. But as his new Holo-Organ 
grew he felt it squeeze between the folds of Seven's 
genitalia and ensconce itself within her vaginal canal. 
"Oh my!" he sighed, drunk with the new sensation. He 
was encouraged to push. 

Seven felt his thrust and fell on top of him. "More." 
she whispered in his ear. "More." 

But the Doctor's ethical program was still intact. 
"Seven. You're not in control of your actions. You must 
not allow yourself to be controlled by the transmission 
you're receiving. Concentrate! This is not all 
appropriate behavior aboard a Federation Starship. I'm 
not sure of the exact regulation, but I'm sure that..." 

In the back of her mind Seven heard and understood the 
Doctor's words. But the Receivers in her Nano-Cortex 
compensated, overriding her bio-neuro commands. Her 
lust rose, her pulse quickened, and her hips plunged 
down, and up, sending the phallus deep inside her body, 
and rubbing it against her swollen human nub. 

The Doctor shut his eyes tightly, fighting the 
fantastic sensations shooting through his matrix. He 
tried to push her off him. "Seven...Listen to me...You 
have to stop....I can't let you do this...I can't let 
you..." 

Seven squeezed her thighs, pinning the Doctor to the 
bed. Reaching down she kissed him, slipping her tongue 
into his mouth. 

"Resistance..." she whispered, "is futile."  

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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