Where No Trans Has Gone Before
Part 2
by Mistress Tawny Suede
Chapter 4
As the two women walked down the dusty street, they nodded greetings at several town folk who were going about their daily business.
"This is a simulation of course," said Deanna, "but you must refrain from being overly aggressive."
"I wouldn't...." Tasha began to protest!
"Oh yes you would!" exclaimed Deanna. "I've seen you on away missions, and even in some fights in Three Below! With all the testosterone and steroids you have been taking, you have become belligerent and easily angered!"
"But you love me anyway, don't you toots!" Tasha grinned. She grabbed Deanna and pulled her close for a quick kiss. Several of the men walking past gasped. Women averted their eyes and pulled their daughter's heads against their skirts to hide the sight.
Tasha was puzzled. "What's going on?"
Deanna led her quickly down the street. "It is rather shocking in 1800s America for two women or two men to be openly kissing on the street!"
Tasha laughed! "Well fuck them for being righteous!"
Deanna continued, "I said that you must not be overly aggressive. There is a good reason for that. While I have designed this scenario for your treatment and enjoyment, I have brought other live people into the holodeck with us. I am not saying if there is just one, or more. They will be participating with us. So you can't just treat everyone in here as if they are expendable!"
"Why?" Tasha began to ask.
"You are not my only patient. This scenario has been designed for your treatment, but for at least one other as well. Also, no matter how good the computer is at modifying the program on the fly, natural human response is always more truthful, and leads to a better result!"
"So what you are saying is, no killing or maiming, right?"
"Yes, no killing or maiming!" Deanna laughed, "Well, I think we are here!" They were outside the town saloon. From inside they could hear the music from a piano and loud shouts - some sounding happy, and others sounding angry.
Tasha was not familiar with the "old west" as Deanna called this time period and location. They entered a structure that appeared to be made entirely of wood planking. They entered through two swinging doors that were not meant to keep out the elements. Inside were a large number of round tables, many of which were empty, but some of which had occupants, mostly male, all of whom had glasses of liquor in front of them. On one side of the room, ran a long bar at which a few individuals stood, also drinking. A small raised stage was set at one end, obviously used at times for entertainment that could be seen by all in the saloon, except for those whose view would be obstructed by the many wooden pillars which supported the upper floors. Wooden stairs on one side led up to a second floor where there were doors to a number of rooms.
Looking around the room, Tasha vaguely recognized some of the men at the tables. The computer most likely modeled the simulations on various members of the crew. A few were people she had passed in the corridors. Some were completely unknown to her - after all, the Enterprise had a large crew complement and she would not be expected to know everyone.
Deanna wandered over to the bar and Tasha followed. Guinan, or her simulacra, was serving drinks to Geordie and Worf, who were both dressed in dusty cowboy outfits. While the dark skinned El-Aurian bartender looked more or less like herself, the appearances of Geordie and Worf were both distorted by the computer. Geordie had natural eyes, rather than wearing a visor, and was about six inches taller and thirty pounds of muscle heavier than the real engineer. This Worf had even bushier eyebrows than her real life ensign, and his facial features were even uglier than normal!
The two men had obviously been drinking heavily. Beside them at the bar were two women, dressed in skimpy outfits, obviously designed to be sexually enticing in that time period. As Tasha turned her attention to the women she realized that the dark haired woman was Alyssa Ogawa from the medical staff and the blonde was Ryssa, the cute hydroponics lieutenant she had picked up at Three Below and fucked a few nights earlier. She realized that she did not know Ryssa's last name - it had not been important.
The two women, or more likely their simulations, were not reacting well to the attentions of the two men - the men were pawing at their clothing and trying to kiss the saloon girls, but the girls were trying to fend them off.
Deanna drew Guinan's attention and the bartender set two shot glasses in front of the sheriff and her deputy, filling both glasses. "Are these two the reason we were called over here?" asked Deanna.
Guinan replied, "They're just a small part of the problem. Their boss just dragged one of the girls to a room upstairs and she was hollering at the top of her lungs that she didn't want to go. Miss Beverly followed them upstairs a short time later with a shotgun. I've got no problem with her shooting the bastard, but I don't think any of us want to see her in jail. You better do something quick!"
Suddenly there was a loud feminine shriek from upstairs, and another female voice shouted, "I'll kill you, you bastard!"
Deanna grinned and threw back her shot of whisky in one gulp. "Let's go!" she told Tasha. Tasha also swallowed down her shot of whisky and followed Deanna to the stairs. Worf and Geordie pushed their girls aside and began to follow them, drawing their pistols as they came.
Deanna bolted up the stairs, two at a time, instructing Tasha to keep a close eye on the two men behind them. Tasha drew her own weapon which she realized was too primitive to be an energy weapon. Instead it appeared to eject projectiles at high velocity.
At the second floor landing, Deanna made her way to a room from which they could hear the sounds of a struggle. She burst into the room and entered with her gun drawn. Tasha remained in the doorway where she could see inside the room, but also keep an eye on the men who followed them.
Inside the room she saw Will Riker, or rather a sinister parody of the commander. The man was a couple inches taller than the original with about fifteen extra pounds on his body and a longer shaggier beard than normal. Riker was naked, and standing up against the wall of the room. Tasha could not help notice that his impressive sized dick was hard. Although she only caught glimpses of it.
In front of him, Riker held a young attractive red headed girl whom she did not recognize, but who looked faintly familiar. The girl was also naked and on her knees, her face just inches from Riker's hard cock. A bit of drool ran from the tip of the cock to her lips, so evidently he had been forcing her to suck his cock before he was interrupted. The girl had small but nicely rounded breasts and a very cute face which at the moment was twisted in fear. She was fearful because Riker was holding a gun to her head, and because of the double barrelled shotgun that was aimed at Riker's belly from across the room.
The shotgun was held by a woman who was modelled on Beverly Crusher. This Crusher was a parody of the original, having about thirty extra pounds on her body, making her face fatter, and in particular adding lots of extra flesh to her large pillowly breasts that were bursting from her blouse and jiggling heavily as she ranted at Riker, threatening to kill him if he did not release her daughter!
"Daughter!," thought Tasha. That was why the young girl looked familiar. Looking closer, she could see the family resemblance. The computer had extrapolated what Crusher's daughter would look like in order to create this character for the scenario, she realized.
"Let her go, Will!" said Deanna.
"Will? I'm not my goody two shoes brother! I'm Thomas, the black sheep of the family!" leered the bearded man as one hand grabbed the young redhead's head and pushed so that his cock poker her in the eye. "Why don't you all just clear out of the room and I'll come out right peaceably in about an hour's time, after I've taught the young lady a thing or two!"
"You defile Wendy's honour, and you won't be leaving this saloon except in a pine box!" cried Miss Beverly, cocking one hammer of the shotgun.
Deanna stepped in front of Beverly and gently pushed the barrel of the gun aside. This brought her within a couple of feet of Riker who relaxed slightly when the gun moved away from him. Suddenly Wendy threw an elbow into Riker's groin. He doubled over and when he rose, looking angry, Deanna was right there and smashed her fist into his face.
Tasha launched herself at the men who had followed them up the stairs. The Worf figure went sprawling back, hit his back on the railing and flipped over, smashing onto a table below. Tasha engaged in a series of punches with Geordie and one other fellow on the stairs. Her Starfleet security training gave her the upper hand in close quarters. Neither of the two heavies had a chance to get their guns in action before Tasha had knocked them both out. Looking back, she saw Thomas Riker come flying out the room above, Deanna flailing after him.
Soon he too was subdued. A few minutes later two other deputies hauled the villains away, Riker limping along holding his hat over his genitals.
