Hey Everyone

This story is set in the Star-Trek universe with some extra additions of my own.

This is planned as Part 1 of several. It contains male on female sex.

Subsequent parts will probably be more diverse.

Disclaimer ;

Star Trek and the Star Trek universe are not mine,

I don’t own any rights to them, this is pure fan fiction.

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Captain Tallen walked the lonely halls and corridors of his ship, his only companions at this early hour were the blinking lights of the occasional access panels located at fixed distances along the long pearly corridors. As he walked, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in the ship that he commanded. It was small, only able to hold a crew of six, but it was fast and nimble, capable of Warp 8. It was perfect for the long, lonely trips they took far out into the galaxy to conduct their astronomical experiments.

At 39 years old, Tallen was a seasoned space explorer and a capable scientist. He grew up on the North American continent on Earth. He was a natural leader, possessing Kirkian confidence and charm but also intelligence and strategic thinking. Tallen was all the time a stickler for protocol and regulations, but he also had a rebellious streak that sometimes led him to bend the rules when necessary. He was a skilled pilot and had a deep understanding of the workings of his ship. He had a natural talent for diplomacy and could usually discover a way to resolve conflicts peacefully. Tallen had natural charm and attractive good looks, and a healthy libido which he all the time kept in check. He had never been one to let his passions get in the way of his duty, but he couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of the numerous alien species he encountered on his travels. To date, he was all the time able to maintain a level of professionalism, and never let his personal desires interfere with his responsibilities as captain.

The ship’s name USS AstExp172 left something to be desired. Not as inspiring as ‘Enterprise’, not as daring as ‘Intrepid’. Smaller star ships never got their own names. Serial numbers were there lots. Still, it was a significant improvement over the original Star Fleet suggestion of naming all Astrology and Astrophysics research vessels with a running series of numbers beginning with Astro Science Ship. Luckily someone at Star Fleet was savvy enough to notice the embarrassing acronym that would result early on.

Despite its uninspired name, the USS AstExp172 was a state-of-the-art vessel, equipped with the latest in warp drive technology and advanced sensors for studying the cosmos. The ship was a gleaming white, the metal polished to a mirror-like finish. The walls were lined with viewports, offering breathtaking views of the stars and nebulas that surrounded them. Captain Tallen couldn’t help but stop and admire the view as he passed by one of the windows, the vibrant colors of the gas clouds mesmerizing him.

He continued on his tour of the ship, checking each and every system, making sure that everything was running smoothly. As he passed through the crew quarters, he couldn’t help but smile as he wondered of his morning crew sleeping soundly in their beds, imagining their peaceful faces a testament to the ship’s safety and reliability.

Finally, he made his way to the bridge, his favorite place on the ship. Here, he could sit in the captain’s chair and survey all the ship’s controls, feeling in control of this small piece of the galaxy. He sat down and let out a contented sigh, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

The engines hummed softly in the background as Captain Tallen sat in silence, lost in wondered and appreciating the peace and quiet of the night. He knew that soon enough, the rest of the crew would wake up and the ship would be bustling with activity, but for now, he was content to be nearly alone with his thoughts and his ship.

Only one other crew member was awake and on the bridge with him: The lone officer who had night-shift duty last night. Captain Tallen adjusted himself in the command chair, his eyes fixed on the figure of Lieutenant Kueela Backar. She stood at the helm, her long fingers dancing over the controls with practiced ease, her head nearly grazing the ceiling. The dim light of the console cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting her striking features. She was a Capellan, a race known for their immense stature, and at 2.5 meters tall, Kueela was no exception. Her almost white, platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, revealing her ever so slightly pointed ears and sharp cheekbones. But it was her eyes that captivated Tallen the most, a deep emerald green that seemed to shine even in the low light.

She was a silent presence on the bridge, her focus solely on her duties. She acknowledged him with a brief nod and a murmured “good morning, captain,” before returning to her work. Tallen watched her in silence, impressed once again by her immense stature and great beauty. She was nearly a giantess, her body honed to perfection, toned and defined. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and respect towards her.

As she worked through her instruments, he took in the view offered by their current location. The stars outside the ship were a dazzling array of colors and brightness, a tapestry of light that never ceased to amaze him. He felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him, a feeling that was all too rare in these days of constant rush and hurry.

He knew that he should probably return to inspecting the rest of the ship, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the bridge and the calming presence of Kueela. He knew that he could trust her to keep the ship running smoothly, to keep them all safe as they explored the outer reaches of space. He sat there in silence, watching her work and enjoying the beauty of the stars, until the morning shift came to relieve her.

Captain Tallen couldn’t help but reflect on the strange circumstances that had led him to be the lone male captain of an all-female crew. As he sat in the Captain’s chair, watching Lieutenant Kueela Backar work diligently at the helm, he wondered back to the days when his crew was more diverse. His original navigator, the human Lieutenant Brad Jennings, had been forced to evacuate to a nearby Starbase due to an injury that their onboard medical systems couldn’t seem to heal. His absence left a gaping hole in the crew. And then, just a few months ago, his communications officer and closest friend, the Betazoid Neibim Adaix, had requested to be transferred back to Betazed to be with his wife and child. He had found the month-long missions away from civilization too difficult to bear. Tallen had been disappointed to lose such valuable crew members, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Neibim’s ability to read minds was a massive strategic benefit which Tallen would now have to manage without. It was just as bad to lose Brad, his closest friend, advisor and confidant.

As luck would have it, the replacements he received were both female. Kueela, a 2.5 meter tall Capellan, had come aboard as the ship’s navigator and helmswoman. The other replacement was the new communication officer / subspace sonar scientist. She was a changeling who had chosen to take the appearance of a young human woman, that is, when she wasn’t resting and regenerating in her liquid form. Going by the name Samantha, her shapeshifting abilities added an extra layer of intrigue and wonder to the already diverse crew.

And just like that, Tallen found himself in the unique position of being the only male on a ship of strong, capable women.

It was an unusual situation, but Tallen couldn’t deny that it had its perks. For one, he was constantly impressed by the skill and dedication of his crew. Kueela, in particular, was a true standout. Her immense stature and great beauty were undeniable, but it was her calm demeanor and attention to detail that truly set her aside. She had quickly become an invaluable member of the crew, and Tallen couldn’t imagine running the ship without her.

As he watched her work, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride in the team he had assembled. They may have been an unusual group, but they were a tight-knit and highly-skilled team, and he was honored to be their captain.

After a few minutes, Captain Tallen greeted Commander Seyka as she walked onto the bridge, taking over for Kueela for the day shift. Seyka was a female-presenting hermaphrodite from the planet Kason-5, a fit and tightly packed beauty, She was the first mate on the ship. The Kasonians were renowned for being a race of hermaphrodites, possessing both male and female reproductive organs. It was rumored that Kason females also had male genitalia much larger than any human male, but that had yet to be confirmed. Seyka was striking figure on the bridge of the ship. Her curvy yet delicate appearance and angel-like features belied a fierce determination and drive for success. Her long white hair was usually styled in a sleek ponytail, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to take in everything around, like a lioness on the prowl. Her body was toned and fit, a result of practicing hours of Andorian Yoga every week, with curves in all the right places. At 1.7 meters tall, Seyka’s height only added to her commanding presence. Her voice was smooth and confident, with a hint of an accent from her home planet of Kason-5. As she walked around the bridge inspecting the numerous stations, her movements were all the time graceful and possible. Despite her delicate appearance, there was an unmistakable air of strength and forcefulness about her, and Tallen knew that she was not someone to be underestimated. Tallen needed all of his willpower and professionalism to stop his curiosity from getting the better of him. He made sure to all the time gaze into her eyes, and not drop his sight towards her nether regions, to search for signs of a bulge hiding her extra equipment.

Kueela’s shift finally ended when Seyka replaced her at her post. “Goodnight, Kueela,” Tallen and Seyka sang in unison, as the platinum-haired Capellan navigator left the bridge, ducking her head under doorway with a tired smirk.

As Seyka settled into her seat and began her work at the helm, Tallen couldn’t help but reflect again on the unique composition of his crew. As they worked, Tallen and Seyka discussed some of the latest Federation political news they had read on their personal com devices. They talked about the recent debates in the Federation Council over increasing funding for deep-space exploration, and the ongoing tensions with the Klingon Empire. As they chatted, Tallen couldn’t help but feel grateful for the camaraderie and companionship of his crew, even if it was an unusual one.

The next scientist to arrive on the bridge was Dr. Messerine. She was a brilliant and humble astrophysicist who had published many groundbreaking theses in influential journals, and Tallen was grateful to have been able to snatch her away from her former lucrative Star Base position with the promise of unparalleled field research opportunities on their long missions away from civilization. Her physical appearance was in stark contrast to her mild-mannered demeanor. She hailed from Gabadeen, a planet with three times the gravity of Earth, where the inhabitants developed incredibly dense muscles in order to survive the crushing gravitational forces. Standing at only 1.6 meters tall, she looked like two heavyweight bodybuilders standing side by side, with muscles stacked upon muscles. She was nearly as wide as she was tall, measuring 200 cm around the chest, 120 cm around her tree-trunk thighs, and 80 cm around her biceps. Upon seeing her athletic weight lifting records, and her record in Star Fleet’s martial arts and security classes, Tallen immediately assigned her the additional duty of serving as the ship’s security officer.

As Dr. Messerine walked onto the bridge, her heavy footsteps echoed through the room. Her personnel records showed her weighing in at 200 Kilograms, much heavier even than the Capellan Kueela who was nearly twice her height. Messerine greeted the captain and commander with polite smile, her face diligent and earnest as she took her seat at the science console. Despite her imposing appearance, she was a natural leader and a gifted scientist, and her presence on the bridge was all the time a comfort to Captain Tallen. He watched as she began to work, her large fingers deftly manipulating the controls on her console as she ran calculations and analyzed data. Her mind was sharp, and she was able to process information at a speed that amazed even the most advanced computer systems on the ship.

Despite her size, she moved with a grace and fluidity that belied her strength, and it was clear that she was in complete control of her body. She was a formidable presence, and Tallen knew that he could count on her to protect the ship and its crew in any situation.

Captain Tallen made his way through the ship, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. As he walked, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty of his crew. Each one of them was unique in their own way, and each one of them was incredibly capable in their respective fields.

Tallen next visited Samantha in the Galley. She had pulled breakfast duty that day. It was still early in the morning, just a half hour after the crew had wakened. He found the ship’s new communications officer and subspace sonar scientist, hard at work. Upon arriving on his ship she had taken the form of a young, large-eyed brunette woman with a petite frame. She was busily preparing breakfast for the crew using the ship’s replicator. She greeted him with a friendly smile and offered him a fresh cup of coffee and a plate of warm pastries, which he gratefully accepted. As they chatted, Tallen couldn’t help but notice how focused and possible she was, despite her small size. The captain asked her if she was able to regenerate well during the night, and she smiled and said that she did. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair and let you work. See you In a little bit with everyone for breakfast” he said as he left.

Now, he gathered himself and concentrated, on his way to see the last member of the crew, Llaxia. Llaxia was the long-range scanner specialist and chief engineer of the USS AstExp172. She was a Deltan, a race of incredibly gorgeous, highly sexual, and hairless beings. Their bald scalps were a sight to behold, and they exuded highly potent pheromones that made them sexually irresistible to humans. Despite their high level of sexual openness, Deltans swore an oath of celibacy when they entered Star Fleet. This was due to the inability of other species to maintain clear judgment and full self-control under the influence of Deltan pheromones.

But Llaxia was different. She was in full control of her effect on the crew, dressing as modestly as the Star Fleet uniforms would allow, and reducing her pheromone levels. Tallen suspected that she achieved this through multiple daily masturbation sessions to reduce her sexual drive. He had to admit, he was impressed by her dedication and self-control. For him however, any one-on-one private conversation with the alluring Deltan still required a great deal of poise and discipline. He took in a big breath of air and exhaled loudly, shook his hands and shoulders out, and prepared to enter engineering.

As he approached her station, Llaxia looked up from her console and smiled. “Good morning, Captain,” she said, her voice melodic and soothing. “What can I do for you?” Tallen sat down in the chair next to her and looked at the screens in front of her. “I just wanted to check in with you and see how everything was going,” he said. “Are the scanners working properly? Do you need any assistance with the engineering?” Llaxia shook her head. “Everything is running smoothly, Captain. I’ve been going over the data from the long-range scans and everything looks good. And as for the engineering, I think I’ve got everything under control.” But she seemed too willing to persuade him. Tallen saw that she was perspiring a bit, which was unusual for her. Something was a bit off, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Are you OK?” he said.

“Yes, Captain. I just need to rest for a bit,” Llaxia replied, her voice strained.

Tallen could tell that she was hiding something. He knew that Deltans were a highly sexual race, and he couldn’t help but wonder if her celibacy oath was causing her some distress. As he stood in the doorway of the engineering bay, watching as Llaxia worked on the ship’s long range scanners, he began to suspect that she was ill. She was sweating more than usual, and her movements were slow and labored. “Llaxia,” he said, concern creeping into his voice. “Are you sure that you are feeling alright?” The Deltan turned to him, a small smile on her face. “I’m fine, Captain,” she said, but Tallen could see the fatigue in her eyes. “Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

Tallen nodded. “I want you to leave engineering and go rest in your quarters,” he said firmly. “I’ll have Kueela take over for you on the scanners.” Llaxia opened her mouth to protest, but Tallen could see the exhaustion on her face. She nodded and began to gather her things. “Thank you, Captain,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As Llaxia left engineering, Tallen watched her stumble towards her quarters. He knew that Deltans were a resilient and hardy species, but Llaxia seemed to be struggling. He made a mental note to check in on her later, and turned his attention back to the ship’s operations.

The rest of the crew, unaware of that Llaxia’s had left engineering, went about their work as usual, analyzing the spectral signature of a huge supernova they were lucky enough to record and fixing the ship’s sonic shower that was malfunctioning. Hours passed and, after lunch, Captain Tallen received a hail from Llaxia’s quarters. He quickly made his way there and was met by Llaxia, who looked refreshed. In fact, he mused to himself, she was looking incredible. She looked sexier than he had ever seen her. “Captain, I have some bad news,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve contracted XY — it is a rare Deltan sickness. It increases the amount of pheromones I exude by 100 times. I am concerned that the crew will lose self-control and inhibitions, and will develop an uncontrollable sexual desire not only towards me, but also amongst themselves.”

Tallen grew concerned. He knew that Deltans were incredibly sexual creatures, and their pheromones could drive even the most disciplined crew member to madness. “What can we do?” he asked. “I must return to a Deltan hospital for treatment.” Llaxia said. Tallen’s mind raced. He had to act quickly to ensure the safety and well-being of his crew. “Llaxia, we need to get you that treatment soon as possible.” he said firmly. His intellect was assessing risks and calculating his options, yet in somewhere in the back of his mind he was busy admiring her incredibly curvy contours. Llaxia grimaced and nodded in agreement. “I know, Captain, but I have some disturbing news. I’ve already made the calculations and it will take us three months to reach the nearest hospital capable of treating my condition.” Tallen’s heart sank. He instructed Llaxia to stay in her quarters and put herself in quarantine for the safety of the ship. Immediately upon leaving her quarters he contacted Star Fleet over the subspace radio to inform them of the situation and to request permission to set a course for the nearest Deltan hospital.

Captain Tallen felt a knot form in his stomach as he considered his new predicament. He knew that a situation like this could be disastrous for the ship and the crew. He had put her in quarantine, not only for her safety but for the safety of the rest of the crew as well. He knew that with her pheromones at such an elevated level, even being in close proximity to her could cause the crew to lose their inhibitions and proper judgment. That poor judgment could result in consequences he couldn’t even start to fathom. He had to come up with a plan to keep the crew safe and focused on their mission.