"Doctor Xeon, report to High Command!" Blared the loudspeaker. High Command; One minute you were leading a life of luxury, and the next you were being assigned to some rust bucket, at the far reaches of the known universe, and forgotten.
It wasn't a total surprise, though. It had been a worry of his for more than a week. Oh, he begged and pleaded for her not to report him. He even offered to slip her some purchasing chips, if she'd just forget what she had seen; make believe it never happened...
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He was in the examination room with a species he'd never seen before. They captured her only hours before. High Command discovered precious minerals on her home world and decided to set up a mining operation. His job was to mutate a harmless virus, found in her bloodstream, into a deadly plague. Command considered Doctor Xeon's work a last resort; used only if the population turned out to be uncontrollable by any other means.
Everything was going fine. He was nearly though. A couple of minutes later and he would have called security to come and get her, bring her back to the holding area. He'd probably never see her again. The mutation would be a simple procedure; A slam dunk! But Xeon had a bad habit of letting his personal needs overpower his common sense.
"Doctor?"
"Yes. What is it?" Maybe if he hadn't been so harsh in his response to her?
"I was wondering if, well... Would it be alright if I left a bit early?" Nurse Zolac blushed. "I'm supposed to meet someone at Jar's on deck seven, but I'd like to go back to my quarters and change first."
The bitch wanted to leave early so she could get all dolled up for a hopeful boning, while he had to go without!
He was about to tell her "Fuck no, get your ass back to work!," when X3 popped into his head. The alien was strapped to the table naked, with her legs apart. She was one hell of an improvement over the Zorie twins; and he'd be all alone with her for as long as he wanted.
X3 was an experimental new drug. He wasn't supposed to use it unless he submitted a request form first, with a thorough explanation as to why it was necessary. He had absolutely no professional explanation, if caught.
Somewhere along the line someone screwed up. They'd delivered two cases of X3
by mistake. The form he signed said two cases. But the records in the
computer, which was his job to check for a match, said he'd only received one. They'd never catch the slip up!
It had been over two weeks since he'd coerced the Zorie twins into his quarters, with an expensive bottle of Valokian ale. They were fun. They were imaginative, and nearly as insatiable as him. But they were also about as attractive as female slogs. He had to down half the bottle of ale before he was able to rise to the occasion. The alien, on the other hand, was quite lovely, and entirely nude; strapped to the examination table, with her legs apart, her vagina so inviting, so, so...
"Yeah, alright. Get out of here." Perhaps if he had told her in a more friendly tone, or said something like, "Sure, run along and have a good time. I'll finish up here." She might not have turned him in when she caught him.
He waited until she left, then replaced the sedating iv with one containing the X3. But, like a kid trying to pilfer a cookie, he had little patience for the drug to take effect. Had he, she wouldn't have known what was going on. Had he, smiles, not terror, would have been plastered across his ugly kisser.
"Just as soon as you're ready old Dr. Xeon is going to give you a big injection to ease that deep aching sensation you're beginning to feel." He was fondling her breasts and rubbing her pussy, trying to help the drug along.
"Doctor! What are you doing?"
So caught up in the moment, he never heard Nurse Zolac enter the examination room.
"I... Err... Well..."
"I'm going to report you in the morning!"
"Oh no, please, nurse Zolac. I swear it will never happen again. Please, I'll do anything; Anything you want!"
Her face seemed to soften a bit.
"Say, why don't you take the day off tomorrow! I'll cover for you."
She marched over to the female, without responding; and spotted the iv. The solution was the wrong color. "What are you giving her?" She demanded.
"Nothing special. She was having a bad reaction to the sedative, so I changed to another one."
Nurse Zolac might have believed him, but he forgot to toss the empty vial of X3 into the trash. She spotted it and picked it up, and grew an expression on her face, not unlike that of the Zorie twins in orgasm. It was not a pretty sight stone sober.
"Isn't X3 that new experimental drug used to enhance sexual drive?"
"Well, err; I... I just wanted to see what it would do to her; purely for scientific reasons."
"The way you were fondling her? I doubt it." She put the vial into her pocket, then called security to remove the female. After they left, she stormed out with the evidence still in her pocket.
The next day it seemed as if everything was back to normal. The doctor hoped she had cooled off a bit. If High Command ever got wind of what he was up to, there'd be hell to pay.
By week's end, without the dreaded speaker blare, his fears began to wane.
And then the worst happened; as he was doing his morning report, the following week, he heard his name over the loudspeaker. The only time, other than emergencies, anyone was called to command over the public communication system was to dress them down. The entire ship now knew he'd was in the shits. It was almost as humiliating as his impending meeting with command, was frightening.
He pulled himself together, as best as he could, bit down hard on his quivering lip, and headed to High Command's offices, just behind the control room.
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"You're being reassigned to a another research vessel. Report to launch bay 4 in one hour."
"But sir!"
