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Manual Docking - a Star Trek slash by snackattack Data was sitting at the computer console in his quarters when the computer signalled that someone was at the door. "Come in," said Data, and Ryker entered, but stopped. "...Uh, Data, why are you wearing fox ears?" "I have been researching a late 20th century subculture called 'the furries'. It is quite interesting. Adornments like these were often worn to represent an anthropomorphic incarnation of common earth mammals. In this case Vulpes vulpes." "How interesting. Data, I heard that you and Tasha hooked up," said Ryker. "I've been curious ever since." "Hooked up?" replied Data, cocking his head. "Ah, a euphemism for intercourse. Yes, we did indeed 'hook up'. I am programmed in several varieties of pleasure." "Oh you jewel, that's exactly what I wanted to hear, come with me, lieutenant" "One moment, I will get the ceremonial nosecone." Data followed Ryker to his quarters where they proceeded to make sweet love, or yiff, as Data called it. Then captain Picard poked his head into Ryker's quarters. "Hey I heard there was a party on deck 8. Room for one more?" "Yes, sir!" replied commander Ryker, "all aboard that's coming aboard!" So they had a nasty three way, future style. Ryker shot off first. "Permission to come aboard captain?" "Permission granted." Ryker fell down on his back, exhausted. "Let me look at you." Picard said, as Data 'yiffed' him with machine precision. He stroked his second in command's rough beard as he gazed into the studly man's eyes. "If looks could kill, you'd be deadly," said Picard. "Luckily for you, my phaser is set to stun." Ryker shot back, having finally regained his breath. Picard took hold of Ryker's hardening penis and rolled back the foreskin. Ryker had an idea where this was going. "Sir, You should know, I've never let anyone do this before...I don't even know if it will accommodate a vessel of your size..." "Well then, I'll just have to dock manually." Said the Captain, pausing to wink at an unseen audience. Ryker set his jaw as he watched the captain bring their two penises together and roll the younger man's foreskin over his own penis. "Data, come over here and plug my senior officer's plasma vents. We're going warp speed." The Captain worked their cocks furiously as data fucked him and fingered Ryker's hole, and just as they both approached the event horizon of their climax, he cried out "Hold your fire!" He pulled Ryker into one last passionate kiss before bringing their cocks together in his fist, and going on impulse to Data's black hole. "We should replicate some more lube," said Ryker, quickly removing the fox tail which data had secured in his rectum. No need, said the captain, "Data here is self lubricating." "That is correct. In addition, I am programmed in several varieties of-" "That will be all, lieutenant," "Aye, sir." Both men groaned at the tightness of Data's hole, but slid in with little resistance. Data was indeed programmed with all the pleasures a partner could hope for. And that programming wasn't all RAM. No sooner had they set up a rhythm, than they felt synthetic muscles rippling around their cocks. "Captain," said Ryker. Suddenly feeling very hot. "I don't think I can last much longer." "Me neither," Replied the captain, also sweating profusely. "I'm gonna blooowwwww!" And with that both men came hard and deep into Data's waiting rear. They pulled out, a string of cum connecting their cocks to Data's puckered hole, and collapsed on the bed. Just then Wharf popped his head in. "Is everything okay sir? I heard a commotion. And what sounded like a small mammalian creature." "Yes, everything is fine, officer," Said Captain Picard. "But how did you hear us?" "Sir, next time you decide to 'throw a party on deck 8', you should consider turning off your com badge. And inviting me!" He added, as he entered the room and began stripping... The End.