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"Ensign, how are those scans coming along?"
"They're coming along, Captain. I mean, yes! Deep scans should be penetrating the surface of the anomaly in just a moment, sir." Tilly was in the zone. She lived for this kind of problem. A mysterious object deep in space, calibrating the sensors to compensate for some frankly bizarre levels of tetryon radiation, integrating 32nd century techniques with Discovery's antiquated but still very reliable I'll have you know equipment on the fly. The sheer excitement almost let her forget that nagging sense that she had forgot to do something important this morning... Or last night? Something...
"Thank you, Ensign. I'm sure you'll let us know when you have some data to report." Saru turned his attention back towards the front of the bridge. "And shields, Lieutenant Owosekun?"
"Holding steady at ninety--"
"Oh, oh!" Tilly interrupted. "I'm getting some strange - ohmigosh I'm so sorry Owo, Captain!"
"No, no, Tilly, go ahead," Saru indulged. "It doesn't sound like we're about to lose a deck any time soon."
"Thank you, sir. Sorry. But there appears to be a signal transmitting from within the object!" Tilly was positively fizzing with scientific glee. "Universal translators are working on it now, but I'm also picking up a very strange reading from - oh!" That last fizz wasn't purely scientific glee...
"Ensign?"
"Sorry, sir. There's a strange reading from - oh, fuck!" Ensign Tilly was picking up a strange reading from her pants.
The gentle concern never far from Saru's voice came out in full force. "Are you all right, Ensign?"
"Yes, sir, sorry, just some energy fluctuations around -" Tilly let out another sharp moan, before slightly collapsing onto her console, sending a deep space probe vaguely in the direction of the galactic core. She quickly recovered. It was all very smooth; nothing to worry about.
Saru spoke softly but firmly. "Lieutenant Linus, you had best take over the scanning. Ensign, I would suggest you make a stop at the sickbay."
"I will certainly - I'll be sure to do... something like that, Captain. Thank you," she added, as she dashed for the turbolift. With a moment of privacy, Tilly had time to focus on the sensation. It would be entirely bizarre, if she didn't know exactly what it was. Pleasure rising out from her groin, gentle still, but insistent, building, and... not the precise kind of pleasure she's been intimately acquainted with most of her life now. Similar, a variety of the same, but encompassing a point slightly beyond her body, messing with her proprioception; a disembodied pleasure, but deeply physical. She came aware of herself sitting on the floor of a turbolift docked at the bridge. "Deck 14." As the lift started moving, Tilly knew there was really only one thing that could be happening. She hit her communicator. "Tilly to -" oops, too sudden, too frantic. She took a moment to compose herself, and, with a more carefully nonchalant voice, "Tilly to Michael." There was a pause, only slightly longer than usual. As she expected, the pleasure let up; she wasn't initially in a great position to accept its arrival, but now its departure was even less welcome.
"Tilly! Aren't you on duty right now? Is something wrong?" Tilly could read her roommate's voice better than Michael knew. Right now it was laced with concern, a hint of guilt and a good dose of distractedness.
"Hi, Michael. I was on duty, yeah, but something came up, nothing urgent." Tilly was delighted to see those sensations return, slow and ever so light, but oh stars they were certainly back. She was glad she'd put her friend's mind at rest, but, well, she also wanted to play with her a bit more. "So, what are you doing right now?"
"Oh, I'm just relaxing at home. Quarters. Kicking back with some... Teachings of Surak. Thought I'd have a quiet, meditative evening."
Tilly felt a rush on the word "meditative", which reached her voice as a soft, barely stifled groan, followed by a sharp pitch. "Is that so? Say, you haven't noticed if I, like, left something out last night, maybe at head of my bed... That little project I'd been working on?"
Back in their cabin, Michael took a moment to examine the new toy she had come across, as she continued to explore it with her hands. An artificial phallus, not entirely unlike some she had encountered in her past, with its elegant shape, smooth, silicone-like texture and bright purple hue. However it was somewhat more like the biological equipment sported by some women of Michael's acquaintance back from her Vulcan Science Academy days; soft and sometimes spongy, with a distinct kind of skin, glans and frenulum and, most novel of all, a subtle and authentic way of responding to her touch. This was certainly what Tilly had been calling her "bionic dick project", her latest in a series of efforts to familiarise herself with the possibilities of 32nd century technology, but apparently her first foray into the area of dildonics. As ever, Tilly did incredible work. She wondered what it will taste like. "Yes, I believe I can see that here."
"Oh, great," Tilly replied quickly and... rather breathily? "So here's the thing. I was experimenting with it last night, testing, refining, and I think I may have forgotten to disconnect from it. I think I may still be connected to it. As we speak."
"Connected..." Michael ran this new information through her head. "Like, the neural link? Like, feeling the--"
"Yes, Michael, feeling the... feelings. All the feelings."
Michael realised Tilly was still feeling these feelings as she caressed the device in her hands. "But the connection couldn't…"
"I was working on upgrading the neural link yesterday, Michael. Full wireless, direct device to mind pairing... Apparently – definitely rather long distance."
"So while you were working on the bridge..."
"Yes!"
"And I started..."
"Yes, yes!"
"Well, that's wildly inappropriate. I should probably stop."
"NO! Wait, I mean... Fuck, computer! How long until this turbolift reaches deck 14?"
Back in the lift, the computer's soft voice chimed in. "Do not worry, Ensign Tilly. I have taken the initiative to place this turbolift on Privacy Mode."
Tilly discovered it was possible to be simultaneously gobsmacked and horny. "The... initiative?"
The computer's voice was calm as ever. "I have found the Discovery crew often use the turbolifts for deep, meaningful conversations and intimate personal encounters, both of which are often cut disappointingly short. As such, I took the liberty of creating a program where a turbolift will zoom aimlessly around the ship for as long as necessary, akin to what has been called a 'joy ride'."
Tilly found herself in the grip of a range of feelings and sensations: curiosity, concern, arousal... horniness... lasciviousness? Yeah, it mostly went on like that actually. She took a slow breath to centre herself. Best focus on the most pressing matters first. "Computer, great. 5 stars. Might have to talk to the captain about that initiative thing later but, sure, keep this joy ride moving. I don't suppose you could replicate or like transport in some pillows... Nah, I guess that's too - oh, yeah, here they come! Hey, nice range of colours, computer. I'm just going to collapse right here, and, computer, maybe if you could disable your--"
Michael cut through the noise. "You really do just keep talking even when I'm fucking you, don't you," she teased, as she ran her thumb along the base of the distinct head on Tilly's device.
"Michael," Tilly openly panted, a mess among the new cushions covering the floor of the turbolift, "there is a lot going on for me right now. You'll understand if I need to vocalise somewhat." She did so, trusting the computer's apparent new privacy mode to keep those vocalisations from echoing around the Discovery's turboshafts, before adding, "though I reckon I could still handle some more around now...?"
Without a word, Michael... Well, something certainly changed. Being fucked without visual cues or any other kinds of touch was a strange experience, doubly so when the sensations were so unfamiliar. But Tilly could tell those slow, tentative, scientifically curious touches had given way to the assured, purposeful strokes of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. She felt an increasingly firm, focused pressure - Michael's thumb? - running uneven circles around the tip of her... her dick? Her dick. It might be over there, and she's here, but she's feeling it here, damn is she feeling it, and she made it, right? And she's plugged into it. Her dick. She felt it grow... tighter? Harder. Harder, as the digit dipped under the outer skin and pressed firmly against the side of the head with each elliptic stroke. "Fuck, Michael. Whatever you're doing over there, it's working. I see you have experience fucking with a girl's bionic dick before." Tilly winced at the awkward phrasing, before reminding herself there was no way Michael cared about that right now.
Her roommate's voice came soft but clear through the communicator, "Well, not precisely, but I'm glad to hear the principles are sufficiently transferable." Tilly could hear the smile on her roommate's lips.
She also began to notice how wet she had become. Wait, was that the...? No, that was definitely her. Her own body here. She really needed someone rubbing her body here right now. Wait, she could rub her own body! "Hey, I'm just gonna get naked over here, Michael, if that's cool?"
"That's very cool, yes," came Michael's patient reply, as Tilly felt the circling pressure from that thumb move down the head and the addition of two fingers rhythmically stroking along the top of Tilly's shaft.
"Oh, cool. Oh! Extremely cool. Cool, cool," Tilly blathered, as she did her best to scramble out of her uniform. Fucking uniform, why was there so much of it? It felt like a race against time and her lover's immense talents, as the pace and intensity of the sensations built and the ensign's self-control began to strip away. Her head felt lighter, and her breath grew heavy, starting to hitch as her right leg shuddered. She closed her eyes against the suddenly too bright lights of the turbolift, which seemed to dim in response. She idly supposed Privacy Mode might be a bit of a misnomer. She tossed her jacket at the door, and started squeezing her right boob as she fumbled with her pants. As she pushed them down past her knees, she glared at her standard issue Starfleet footwear. "I'm not particularly hyped about getting fucked with my boots on but I'm way too far gone to get them off now."
"I'm sorry, did you say something about getting you off now?"
"Michael, you know I di-- oh, fuck, yes!" Tilly's senses exploded as she felt the firm, steady pressure on her distant dick replaced by a rapid, squeezing stroke. As her head rolled up, deeper into the cushions behind her, she put her own hand to her cunt and started rubbing. The twin pleasures (triple if you counted the boob. You should always count the boob, actually) intermingled, pushing her at warp right to the edge. With a deep moan, she worked her fingers past her slick lips, moving one up to press against against the head of her clit, and with an acute jolt of unbearable pleasure, she felt... a wave of dizziness. Disorientation. Collapsing...
Michael paused as she heard Tilly's sharp yelp coming clear over comms. That didn't sound entirely like a sexy pleasure noise. "Systems nominal over there, Sylvia?"
"All good! Absolutely-- whoa, shit!"
Michael heard a loud clunking noise. Wasn't she lying on pillows? "I should stop, right?"
"No! Wait, yes. Give me just... a second." More scuffling sounds.
"Tell me what's going on over there, Tilly."
"Just a little bug, I think. Analogous pleasure centres, simultaneously stimulated. Multiplicative effect, should've been additive. A bit overwhelming. Need to isolate the synaptic streams and double-check the transcortical filters. If I reconfigure the bio-neural gel to-"
Gently, Michael interrupted. "You're technobabbling."
"Ah, sorry. I need to troubleshoot the dick is all I'm saying. Maybe you can help me with that later."
"I thought I was helping you with that now?"
"No, right now you're fucking me. Um, if you please." Michael detected the familiar intrusion of an anxious awkwardness into Tilly's voice, that which reasserted itself, if increasingly briefly, whenever Tilly became vulnerable enough to speak aloud something true about the ambiguous relationship between the old roommates turned occasional lovers.
As usual, Michael reassured Tilly with tender enthusiasm. "Yes, I please." She figured a new kind of stimulation was called for. She longed to have Tilly here with her, in her arms, so she could work her way around her partner's beautiful body, run her hands along her breasts and bury her face in her thighs, before working her way up... But that wasn't what they were doing right now. This was certainly more than fun enough. Tilly always kept things interesting. Something more a little more tender and intimate would come soon enough. For now, with a firm squeeze of her own thighs, she put her lips to the device before her.
Tilly was readjusting a pillow when she felt it. A warm, wet feeling rushed over her, different again to the wet warmth that was already washing through her. She stifled an emergent scream, not wanting to give her lover the wrong idea, and pushed it into a deep, proud moan. She gave in to the impulse to buck her hips up from the pillows, pushing towards the sensation, but found herself pushing against nothing. A downside of... Whatever this is they were doing. Wait, why were they doing it like this? Why wasn't Tilly in their room right now, just a few decks away, where she could hold her gorgeous roommate, squeeze her butt and pepper kisses up her chest as they conducted their experiments upon one another? Was this weird? How were they going to talk about this later? Was Michael going to think Tilly was wei- Tilly made an effort to snap her attention back to the room, the turbolift, the pillows, to her body and her feelings, just as the bold, all encompassing sensations focused around her lacunal dick gave way to more precise pressures. Tilly dug into the sensations, desperate to explore them and eager to speculate how they arose. "You're swirling your tongue around the tip now aren't you?"
"Mmmhmm" came Michael's affirmative hum over Tilly's communicator.
"Of course you can't really talk right now can you. It feels real g- oh, oh! You just, that was like a light suck wasn't it!"
"Mmmm," another positive sound. Michael was maybe less invested in this conversation than Tilly.
"You're- you're really fucking good at this, you know."
"Mmm-mm!" Those distinctly appreciative tones. Tilly was almost surprised the universal translator didn't go ahead and render it directly into a "thank you".
Tilly decided to keep her further determinations to herself as she felt Michael's lips run down the side of the device she had crafted, felt a gentle, pleasant nibble against the faux skin, felt a tongue running around the base of head. Damn, but she really was good at this. Tilly brought her hand back to her own cunt. She was cautious, but she needed to add to this, to build on it, to do something with her hands. Careful now. Don't set anything off, except the good things. As she felt Michael resume a steady stoke, Tilly pushed two fingers into herself and synchronised her own stroke with what she was feeling. Gosh! I mean, fuck! Fucking, this was good. This worked well. Fuck. Could be a bit better. "Faster!" she yelled suddenly.
"Oh, hello! You're still there then," Michael teased, but obliged.
"Fucking, yes! Rude! Perfect! That's perfect. You're perfect, Michael," Tilly added helpfully, as she nudged her own speed to match the sensations coming through. As the feelings built and mingled and merged and danced together into a crescendo of joy, Tilly lost some of that precision, but it didn't seem to matter, as her rough, mismatched strokes turned to blind pressure and grinding and yelling and her chest heaved while that pleasure exploded. Deep moaning emerged as she silently, but not actually silently at all, thanked the computer for the pillows which her upper back was crashing against again and again, riding out those heavy impulses with blissful abandon, with moans turning to panting, to laughing, to a few adorable snorts. Michael would think they're adorable. Oh fuck, Michael... "Stars above Michael, that was bliss."
"I could tell," Michael laughed. "You were coming across loud and clear. This machine works pretty well then, I gather."
"You work pretty well." It was the best Tilly could do in this state.
"I know," Michael replied. "Now you need to get your butt over here and work on me."
"Ooh, with the-"
"Just your hands and tongue should do fine, Tilly."
"Omigosh I'll be right there." Tilly fizzed, love flooding her synapses. "Alright, computer. Resume course to deck 14!
...
Computer?"