STAR TREK: VOYAGER

An Original J/7 Voyager Story

Ó2008 by The Dirty Pair

January 2008

Disclaimer #1: This story is an original work of fiction set in the pre-existing universe of Star Trek: Voyager. As such, many of the characters and references used within belong solely to Paramount Pictures. I have borrowed them for the purpose of creating this scenario and promise to return them unscathed, and smiling, as soon as I am done. No gain, monetary or otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended or should be inferred.

Disclaimer #2: All characters are fictional. Any similarities to actual persons living or dead (or hanging around a certain set of forums) is purely coincidental and are just the effects of the caffeine/pot/alcohol/pheromones/lack of sex/over abundance of sex/ Robyn Rush/whatever else you suffer from. In other words: iz all in ur hed. No call da slicituh…

Disclaimer #3: Uhm…ya…U iz on ur onesies.

Who To Blame: Everyone on the Faction. Except DAx =/\= and Aw61. They are totally innocent. In fact, I think they were in Church at the time…

No action figures were harmed during the writing of this story, however, several were re-evaluated for…uhm…necessary improvements.

Love Long and Orgasm!

DNA

(we iz in ur body)

"I think sex is better than logic, but I can't prove it."

-Anonymous

Their duties shifts finally over, the five women entered their shared quarters and slumped tiredly onto beds and into chairs.

Grimacing, jenny_nour removed her shoes while complaining mildly, “God if Tuvok makes me do one more spin class I swear I am going to pin his ears back!”

“Hey, you try putting up with Torres and her endless lectures about quantum mechanics.” BB groused.

“Yeah,” cygirl1 nodded in agreement. “That woman needs to curl up with a good romance novel or something, something with pirates or torrid lesbian sex, whatever it takes to get her mind off warp core dynamics!”

“Well, I just spent my entire duty shift with Seven of Nine trying to get the colors and dimensions of her star charts to match her exact criteria. Do you know how hard it is to work with the demands of perfection hanging over your head??” ZoeAmory sighed.

“At least you had something nice to look at!” Taoduck laughed good-naturedly. “And I don’t mean the star charts! Me, I spent my time peeling leeola roots and helping Neelix create the gastrointestinal disasters he calls food. At least the crew doesn’t hate you!”

Unbuttoning her tunic, cygirl1 looked at her roommates thoughtfully. “I think I know just what we need.” With a wicked smile, she got off her bed and moved to the storage cupboard next to the door. Quietly she opened the doors and removed four objects, each approximately seven inches tall. She carried them back to her corner of the room and laid them almost reverently upon her bedsheet.

The other girls crowded in to see what she was going, startled to find themselves looking at replicas of people. Two of them were in Starfleet uniforms, one was in a very recognizable maroon cat suit and the final one was dressed in black leather.

BB groaned loudly and looked at cygirl1 with affection. “Oh, no cy! Not the dolls!”

“They are not dolls, woman!” cygirl1 growled. “They are action figures and I don’t remember you complaining the last time we played ‘Ready Room, Now!’.”

BB flushed, turning a ruddy shade of pink all the way to the tips of her ears. “Yes, well…we don’t need to discuss that. And anyway, that was only because you finally let me be Seven for once!”

“Well, well, well.” jeny_nour smirked at the two squabbling women. “Ready Room, Now? What have you two been up to while the rest of us have been sleeping?”

BB lowered her head and began to bang it against the table. “Oh for goodness sake, see what you’ve started now, cy?”

“Well, I for one think it sounds like fun!’ Zoe leaned in eagerly. “Can we all play?”

“Yeah,” Taoduck grinned. “Share the fun!”

“Go on, BB.” Cygirl1 shrugged. “You tell them, I need to get the figures ready anyway.”

“Ok, ok, never let it be said that I won’t bow down to pressure when lovely women ask me for favors.”

“Ooooo BB, you can bow down before me anytime” Taoduck winked.

BB flushed, “Do you want to hear this or not?”

“Well, I do.” jeny_nour’s eyes flashed fire. “So everyone kindly shut up and listen.”

“Ok, well you know how we have all talked about our Captain’s so not maternal interest in Seven of Nine before?”

All the women rolled their eyes and said in unison, “Yes.”

“Well, cygirl1 replicated these figures, Janeway, Seven, Chuckles and the Borg Queen one day when she was bored.”

Cygirl held up the figures and they all agreed they were excellent replicas. All except ZoeAmory, who picked up the Seven doll and looked at it critically. Standing, she walked over to the replicator, tucking the figure inside.

“Oy!” cygirl shouted at her. “Do you want to hear this or not?”

“Hmm? Oh, go on. I’m listening.”

“What are you doing over there?” cy demanded. “I spent good rations on these action figures!”

“Me?” Zoe pressed in her request. “I just thought something was a little off, so I’m recaliboobsizing her.” She held up the newly renovated doll. “See? Isn’t that better?”

All five of the women took a moment to study the figures new bust line, finally agreeing that it was in fact more realistic.

cygirl1 took the doll back with a little grin and stood her next to the Janeway figure. “Anyway, BB and I decided to create some story lines using the action figures so that our favorite girls would always end up together.”

“Hey that sounds cool” jeny said. “I’ve been writing stories about them for ages but I didn’t think anyone would be interested.”

“Ok, if it’s confession time, then I’ll admit that I have been creating some images of them too, and not always in their uniforms, if you know what I mean.” Zoe commented shyly.

“And they are beyond hot, OMG. Zoe showed me some. Oh, and I’ve written some stories too and created some motivational posters to keep myself dreaming.” Said Tao.

“Well it seems to me we all have the same interest; getting our two favorite women together.” BB smiled. “I think we should all share the things we’ve been working on.”

So for the next few hours the women shared their secret obsession and creations. All five of the women took delight in the work of the others and the positive energy in the air was palpable.

Suddenly a bright blue light appeared in the middle of the room. It slowly dissipated to reveal two stunning women dressed in bikini tops, tight shorts and long lace up boots. The five women all looked at the new arrivals with shock.

“Hallo ladies!” The one with flowing purple hair spoke first.

‘Who the hell are you and where the hell did you come from?” BB sputtered.

“Us?” The red haired vixen winked at the stunned women. “We’re the Dirty Pair, at your service! I’m Aw, and that’s DAx. We were just flying by and happened to glance in and see you fingering your dolls there so we decided to eavesdrop for a little bit and honestly, you all sound like more fun than baitin’ a blind Klingon with a mug of blood ale.”

“Flying by?” jeny-nour’s eyes narrowed. “Eavesdropped? What are you two, Q?” She asked in alarm.

“Hardly!” DAx snorted. “Distant cousins.”

“Twice removed!” Aw added helpfully. “So can we join your Faction?”

“Faction, what faction” asked BB

“Why, the secret faction to get Janeway and Seven together. Isn’t that what you five are up to?” DAx drawled in her perfectly honeyed southern accent, leaving the women to wonder how an alien in the Delta Quadrant could possibly be southern.

“Hey the Secret Faction is good” cygirl1 nodded. “Cos we sure don’t want Janeway knowing what we’re up to, or Seven either for that matter.”

“Imagine what Janeway would do to us if she ever found out?” Tao whispered nervously.

“Oooooh, I do most nights. Handcuffs, soft leather whips, feathers … “ jeny_nour sighed and trailed off in a dreamy voice.

“Tell us more jeny!” Zoe grinned eagerly.

“Well, we are in her Ready Room and I have been a very bad crewman. So she tells me to bend over so she can punish me. She gently pulls down …..”

“Enough, jeny! Save it for your stories please.” BB mumbled as she replicated herself a glass of cold water and downed it in one gulp.

“Make sure we download their database before we leave.” DAx whispered to her partner, who nodded eagerly.

BB looked at the two newcomers sharply. “What exactly is it that you think you can bring to our little ‘Faction’?”

“Us?” DAx and Aw looked at each other, smiling. “Realism.”

“Ooo,” Zoe leaned in, listening intently. “How?”

DAx arched on eyebrow. “Do you know anything about Voodoo?”

“Vudu?” Tao repeated.

“I do!” Aw raised her hand.

“Do what?” cy asked.

“Know about Voodoo.”

“You do?” Tao was getting confused.

“Do what?” Aw winked at her.

“Enough!” BB threw her hands up in the air. “What the hell is Voodoo?”

“Well,” DAx picked up the Janeway figure and handed it to Aw who raised the dolls arms over head. “Basically, whatever the doll do, she do.”

“She who?” jeny teased.

“You know who.” DAx laughed.

“Do what?” Tao asked, soundly slightly frustrated.

The Dirty Pair broke into laughter, falling onto the bed as they held their sides. The five women waited for them to be finished with varying degrees of patience. Finally, Aw leaned back on her elbows while DAx explained. “Basically, I do this,” She snapped her fingers and a glow appeared around the dolls. “And Janeway and Seven do whatever we make the dolls do.”

BB looked at her skeptically. “Well that’s all very interesting but how are we supposed to know what to make them do?”

“With Voodoo?” Zoe giggled, then immediately subsided when BB growled at her.

“That part’s easy.” Aw snapped her fingers and a square panel appeared, floating in the air before them. The panel lit up and half of the screen showed an image of Captain Janeway sitting in her quarters, reading a book, while the other half showed Seven of Nine standing in her alcove in Cargo Bay Two.

“First, let’s get rid of the ugly leftovers.” DAx picked up the Chuckles action figure. “Hello warrior. What say you go be angry in the corner?” With a flip of her wrist she tossed him over her shoulder, smiling at the thud he made when he collided with the wall. When she reached for the Borg Queen however, Aw stopped her.

“Now hang on a minute!” The tall curvy red head ran her fingers over the doll with keen interest. “MMmm all that leather.” Licking her upper lip she snapped her fingers and the doll disappeared in a flash of green light to reappear, life size, right next her.

The five crewmen cried out in horror and crawled away from the Borg but Aw only smiled.

“Don’t worry, girls!” Aw picked up the short leash that was fastened to the Borg’s neck. “She isn’t the real Borg Queen. This one is dykemesticated” She bit her lower lip to hide a wicked smirk. “I call her One of Three, Tertiary Adjunct to the Unimatrix Sixty Nine. I’ve got the other two on backup reserve…” The women watched in fascination as the Borg began to massage Aw’s shoulders.

“First, I think we need to get them into the same room.” DAx nodded at cy who picked up the Seven figure and moved her legs, watching with a smile as the real Seven stepped down from her alcove and crossed the bay to the double doors. The look on the Borg’s face was priceless as she tried to figure out why her limbs were suddenly no longer obeying her.

cygirl kept up her control over Seven, walking her through the corridors of the ship and into the turbo-lift. “Deck Three.” She did her best impression of Seven’s even voice and smiled in delight as the Borg gave the same command. When the turbo-lift arrived at its destination, she moved her down the corridor to stop just outside of the Captain’s quarters where she hit the door chime to ask for admittance. While they waited, Zoe picked up the Kathryn figure.

“Come in.” Janeway looked up from her book, a small smile on her face when she saw the ex-drone standing in the door way. “Seven! What can I do for you?”

The Borg movements were jerky as she entered the room. “Captain…”

Janeway stood and moved towards her, laying her hand on the tall blondes arm. “Are you all right?”

Seven’s eyes were wide. “I am unsure why I am here.”

“Come sit down.”

“I prefer to st-“ Before she could finish the sentence, her body moved on its own, crossing the distance to the couch to flop down onto it in a most un-Seven like manner.

Janeway looked at her in concern. “Seven, what..” Her voice trailed off as she felt her legs carry her over and plant her right next to the drone, her mouth making a small ‘o’ of shock as she placed her hand on the Borg’s thigh. “What the hell?”

Seven looked at the hand on her leg and swallowed as she felt her heart rate increase. Without willing it, her body turned and she found herself placing her arm around Janeway’s shoulders. “It would seem that we are both experiencing the same difficulties, Captain.”

“I don’t under-“Her voice was muffled as she found her lips pressed against Seven’s long, slender neck. She gasped in shock and then felt herself become lightheaded as the sweet scent of the Borg’s skin invaded her senses. With a mixture of wonder and horror, she felt her hand crawl up the Borg’s stomach to settle lovingly over one full breast. The nipple beneath her palm hardened immediately.

“Captain?” Seven whispered, her breathing becoming erratic as Janeway’s thumb began to stroke across the hardened nub of flesh. “What are you doing?”

Mortified, Janeway mumbled into the skin pressed against her lips. “I have no idea.”

“You must have some idea, Captain.” The Borg’s head rolled back, giving Janeway better access. “Since it appears that you are doing it correctly.”

The Captain flushed. “That isn’t what I meant! I know what I am doing, I just don’t know why!”

Seven’s other arm slid around Janeway’s waist, crushing the smaller woman to her. Long fingers slid beneath the command tunic and the tank underneath, finding smooth, warm skin to scratch against lightly.

“Oh god.” Janeway murmured, unable to stop herself from biting lightly at the pulse that beat just beneath her tongue. “You smell incredible.”

“As do you.” Seven slid her hand down around the Captain’s hip and under her knees, using her enhanced strength to pull the woman completely onto the couch and under her. She covered the smaller body with her own, snuggling one of her knees up between Janeway’s thighs. “You feel…perfect.”

Unable and unwilling to fight the euphoria stealing over her, Janeway pulled her head away and sought out the Borg’s full, luscious lips. She moved her hands up to tangle into the bun at the back of Seven’s head, releasing the hair from it’s pins to tumble wildly across her shoulders. Wrapping her fingers in it, she pulled the blonde’s lips against her harder, sliding her tongue between them to tangle wetly in her mouth while Seven’s hands roamed wildly across her body.

“Oh lord.” Janeway groaned when they broke apart. Reaching to the back of the Borg’s neck, she released the fastening on her biosuit and watched in hungry fascination as perfect creamy white breasts with rosy tipped nipples filled her palms. Growling, she buried her face between them before catching one nipple between her lips and closing her fingers over the other.

Seven whimpered loudly, arching her back to press herself more fully against Janeway’s questing mouth. Reaching between them, she tore open the Captain’s tunic, pushing it out of the way so that she could sigh in appreciation when the bare skin of their bellies finally rubbed together.

Slowing her movements, Janeway slid the biosuit the rest of the way down, following it with her own trousers after kicking off her boots. When they were both naked, laying together, legs entwined, she looked into deep azure eyes that no longer held any question and smiled.

She brought her knee up between Seven’s legs and slid her hands onto her buttocks, using them to pull the generous curves of the woman above her more fully against her. The eyes she was looking into widened and then closed in pleasure as she began to rock back and forth, whimpering at the sensations the friction was causing against the bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft.

Kathryn slid her hand between their bodies to tangle in the damp blond hair between the Borg’s legs. Gently, she slid one finger inside of her as her thumb played against the ridge of her sex, reveling in the site of Seven biting down on her lip as the ecstasy tore through her.

Seven began to grind against her harder and she slid another finger into the welcoming warmth, her eyes closing in appreciation of the warm velvet surrounding them. She felt the muscles began to tremble and increased the speed of her thumb until the Borg through her head bad, calling out her name as she gasped for air.

“Kathryn!” Seven went rigid, all of her muscles flexed perfectly as wave after wave of pleasure gripped her, then she fell limply against the small body beneath her, her tongue flicking out to taste the light sheen of moisture that bathed her lover’s neck. “Oh…”

“…my.” Kathryn finished for her, a smile on her face as she buried her lips in pale golden hair.

“That was…most acceptable.” Seven whispered, her lips traveling down the Captain’s chest to cover one of her nipples. The body beneath her arched in response and the Borg continued downwards, following the musky scent that was captivating her until she reached it’s wellspring at the juncture between Kathryn’s legs. Without hesitating, she buried her lips there, finding the swollen bundle of nerves that trembled beneath her tongue and moving against it with long, languid strokes.

Kathryn whimpered and whispered her name, “Annika…” as her fingers tightened almost painfully in the Borg’s hair. The sensations were intense, almost too much to bear and only a few moments had passed before she was shuddering with her own climax, her body taut with pleasure and wet from the exertion. When the euphoria subsided, she slid her hands onto strong shoulders and pulled gently. “Hey, come up here.”

Seven complied with a small smile, nestling her long frame into the welcoming arms tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.

The five women stared at the screen with dry mouths and beating hearts, the dolls in their hands forgotten.

“Well,” Aw leaned her head to the side so that One could nibble on her earlobe. “I would say that went well.”

“What?” Zoe croaked and looked down at the Kathryn action figure. “But I stopped moving the doll!”

“So did I!” cy breathed.

“MMhmm.” DAx laughed and stood up, straightening the bikini top which suddenly sported Command Red shoulders, complete with a StarFleet commbadge over her left breast. “I think all they needed was a little encouragement from the Faction, wouldn’t you say, Aw?”

The other half of The Dirty Pair giggled. “I would have to agree.” Her own top now sported a commbadge too, as well as the blue shoulders of a science officer.

“What’s with the outfits?” jeny asked.

“Hey, I think we earned them!” DAx sniffed. “I’d say our work here is done.” She snapped her fingers and the glow around the action figures disappeared. “But if you need us again, just call!” She tapped her commbadge. “These things work ya know!”

Aw crawled off the bed and pulled One along behind her as cy collected the Chakotay figure from the corner. “Uhm…” She looked at the red head questioningly. “Am I going to get that one back?”

One slid her hand possessively around the redhead’s hip.

“What do you think?” Aw laughed and snapped her fingers.

In a flash of light, the three of them were gone.

“Well hell,” cy grumbled. “There went ten replicator rations.”

“You can make another one.” BB rolled her eyes. “Besides it was worth it.”

They glanced at the screen again, sighing as it began to fade out of sight.

Tiredly they all stretched out in their bunks and fell asleep instantly, images of Borg implants only seven women on the ship now knew about playing in their imaginations.

The next morning they  went about their business as usual, except for one little thing.

All of them avoided sick bay.

Chakotay was laid up there.

Somehow the idiot had managed to break every bone in his body.