From the Forum section of PlayBeing Stardate 48184.6 "I've always enjoyed reading your Forum stories, but I never believed I'd have a story of my own to tell, until that unforgetable night on Vulcan. Our ship, the USS Nancyboy, had stopped in geosyncrous orbit around Vulcan, and the crew were being rotated to and from the planet's surface for 72 hours R&R. Whilst the rest of the medical bay crew were enjoying shore leave, I had the task of stocktaking the medical supplies. Suddenly, my intercom badge buzzed, and I was ordered by Capt. Grogan to take my medical kit and proceed immediately to transporter room 3 for a medical emergency on the planet. I arrived to find the medical wing looking as if a team of Klingons had being playing "toast the treble". A fleeing Bjornan orderly stopped me, telling me that embassador Sarek had lost control of both his bladder and his latent telekinetic powers. The orderly babbled something about the building not being able to take it any more, but I knew I had to attend to Sarek's arse. As I stepped into Sarek's room, the first thing I noticed was the sheer, backless surgical gown he was wearing. It was emerald green, and showed his tightly clenched buns off perfectly. Now, I'm normally a strict homo-species, but those gorgous, firm, round, lustmuffins caused me to give in to my dark hetero-species desires. I unzipped my uniform in three seconds flat, applied a generous amount of KY to my PleasureProbe, and advanced upon Sarek. As I strapped him down, he appeared to regain lucidity. "Spock, I must speak with Spock" he cried. Then he saw my pulsating Meat-O-Man. "It's not logical. It does not fulfil any procreational purpo...AAGHHH." I plunged my PleasureProbe deep into his Chocolate Starfish. Backwards and forwards, I pumped into Sarek's now non-virginal arse. His groans and moans started getting more and more gutteral, and I had to dig my fingernails into my own arse to stop myself from cuming. I felt Sarek marshal his remaining strength as he attempted to use his mind powers to force me from his body. A few sharp blows to the back of his head convinced him that this was not a good idea.I noticed that Sarek's breathing was getting faster and more ragged, and so I stepped up my pace to match it. Suddenly, I felt his anal muscles start to spasm, and I knew his end (pardon the pun) was near. I started to thrust into Sarek just like Lt. Worf and I had thrust into Ensign Wesley, back when I served on the Enterprise. As I reached the point of no return, Sarek screamed, and I felt the earth move under my feet as he released all his remaining telekinetic energy into the room. It was too intense for me, and I blew my load there and then, producing more HomoSapiensSpooge than I had ever done before. As I withdrew my choad from his abused and battered arse, Sarek emitted his death rattle. As I moved to close his eyes, I couldn't help but notice the smile on his lips.