Horny Rascals

STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION FANFIC
"Horny Rascals" – By Bugeye Lord

WARNING: Contains minor, incest, rape, diaper play, lesbian


This is a fan re-write of Season 6, Episode 7 “Rascals” in which four
members of the crew are transformed into small children by a Transporter
accident.

Star Trek doesn't get many 'minor' fics, probably because its main cast
are all adults. Still, I'm sure I'm not the only one who always thought
this episode was just begging for a fanfic. Please rate/review!

A note on Molly's age:

Molly was actually born on the episode 5x05 "Disaster" just over a season
before "Rascals". If you prescribe to the theory that one season of the
show equals one Earth year, then she would only be one at the time of
this fic... However in the episode she clearly appears to be a toddler
of three or four and is able to speak fluently. This is just another
example of a continuity error and for the sake of this fic, we'll ignore
it and say she's "just turned three".

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THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN RIGHT FROM THE EPISODE, SCROLL PAST
TO FIND THE ALTERNATE CONTINUATION

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The Red Alert klaxons are wailing inside Transporter Room 3. Chief Miles
O’Brien stands at his post feverishly working the panels knowing his wife
Keiko is among those at risk.

“Have you got them O’Brien?” Comes Commander Riker’s voice,
filtered through the Ship’s Comm.

“I’m trying Sir, I can’t get a pattern lock…” the Chief replies,
trying to keep cool under the pressure.

“The Shuttle is coming apart, Chief,” comes the Commander’s
authoritative response, “We’ve got to do it now!”

O’Brien sweats as he plays finger twister with the controls…
Finally things fall into place and he says,

“I’ve got them!” But before he begins the final materialisation
process, he notices a problem. “There’s a 40% drop in mass, I may have
lost one of them…”

As the Chief slides his fingers up the panel to activate the
beam, with perhaps more panic than usual, he locks his gaze at the pad,
desperately preying that his Keiko isn’t the one.

He notices four blotches of Transporter glitter, one more than he
was anticipating, perhaps he’d not lost one after all?

Finally the entire shuttle crew appear in tact, but something is
very wrong. O’Brien can’t work out exactly who or what he’s looking at.

“Thank you Mr. O’Brien,” Comes the voice of a young lad, “Another
moment and-…” The boy trails off at the sound of his own voice. O’Brien
works out at this moment where that 40% went. Standing before him is
Captain Picard, Ro Laren, Guinan and… Keiko. All inexplicably transformed
into twelve year-old children!


Some hours later the O’Briens are home in their Quarters. Dr. Crusher has
informed them that there’s currently no obvious way to reverse the
Transporter accident, so they’re awkwardly trying to resume normality.
Keiko starts pruning her Bonsai trees whilst her husband sits cross-
legged on a double chair.


After rearranging some of the plant life in their Quarters,
little Keiko goes to sit next to her love. O’Brien just looks
uncomfortable.

“I could use a… Cup of coffee. How about you?” He says, attempting
to distract himself.

“I’ll get it.” Keiko replies, stopping him from standing. She
walks across to the Replicator, in the manner of a woman in her own home.

“Two coffees,” the girl says to the Computer, “one with cream and
sugar, one-“ Forgetting who or what he’s sharing the room with, the Chief
interrupts,

“Black, double sweet.” He regrets his mistake as soon as he sees
her expression.

“I know.” Keiko says, turning back to the Replicator, “One double
sweet.” After a few seconds the drinks materialise and the young girl
begins to carry them back to the seating area.

“Careful that’s hot!” O’Brien remarks, his instincts around young
kids getting the better of his judgement.

“Miles…” Comes his wife’s disapproval. O’Brien realises he’s done
it again and only says,

“…Sorry.”

For a moment both O’Briens lift up and stare at their respective
beverages… Simultaneously realising that they’re really not in the mood
for a drink at all. They put the mugs down at the same time and just
continue to sit in silence.

Keiko decides to test something. She shuffles closer to her
husband and puts her arms around his. She then leans in close and rests
her head on his shoulder.

This closeness makes Miles extremely uncomfortable. He locks up
for a second, then finally stands and escapes her affectionate arms.

“What’s wrong?” Keiko asks, already knowing the answer.

“It’s…” O’Brien begins, “I don’t know but… This feels ‘wrong’
some how.”

“Miles Edward O’Brien,” Comes a child’s voice trying it’s best to
sound strong, “I am still your wife!” As she says the words she stands
and grabs the Chief by the neck of his uniform.

“Well ‘technically’ yes.” Miles argues,

“Technically?!” the girl exclaims.

“No I mean…” the Chief fumbles over his words, “Of course you’re
my wife… But… You’re also ten years-old!”

“Beverly says it’s actually closer to twelve,” Keiko says
realising the futility of that statement as she speaks,

“Now, that’s not the point.” O’Brein argues, to which young Keiko
retorts,

“So what is the point?” Miles is speechless. On his expression
she continues, “Is our marriage over?”. O’Brein is quick to respond to
this one,

“I didn’t say that!” Having gotten a word in, he now takes the
chance to explain how he feels. “But… Until they find a way to reverse
this… This ‘effect’… It’s hard for me to ignore the fact…” Keiko just
looks at him, “That you’re a little girl!”

“What if they can’t find a way?” Keiko pleads, “What if I’m like
this for the rest of my life?” She takes a pause to let that statement
sink in then asks, “What does that mean for us?… for our family?”

The argument is interrupted by a high-pitched, angelic voice.

“Mommy?” Comes Molly O’Brien from her bedroom. “Mommy!”


The O’Brien parents stride into their little girl’s room to find
her awake in her bed.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Miles asks trying to remain fatherly.

“I want Mommy to read me a story.” Molly says sweetly, her arms
under her pillow.

“Alright,” Keiko begins, sitting next to the three year-old.

“What story would you like to hear-“

“Not you!” Molly interrupts, cutting into Keiko like a knife, “I
want Mommy!”

The miniature mother floods with pain as she quietly exits the
room. O’Brien knows he has some damage control to take care off, so
quickly says,

“What if Daddy reads you a story tonight. Would that be ok?”
Molly smiles and nods, “I’ll be right back.”

Miles enters the main living area to find his small wife sitting
close to tears. He slowly approaches her, filled with the concern a man
might have for an upset child.

“Keiko.” He says, taking her into his arms. “It’s gonna be
alright… I promise… We’ll work this out.”

At those words Keiko releases the hug and looks into his eyes.
She asks,

“How?”

To this O’Brien has no answer. He simply resumes the hug before
finally admitting,

“… I don’t know.”

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“Do you still find me attractive?” Keiko asks, stepping out of Miles’
arms.

“What?” O’Brien says before thinking and quickly backpedals, “Of
course I do, you’re very… Pretty.”

“Pretty?!” Keiko exclaims, insulted by the word, “I’ve heard you
describe Molly as ‘pretty’ I thought you thought of me as a little more
than that.”

“I did!” O’Brien replies,

“Did?!” says Keiko, now steaming. O’Brien stops himself from
saying more and instead shuts his eyes and exhales, as if to get his
thoughts straight.

“Now… Look. You’re the smartest, funniest and sexiest woman I’ve
ever met. That’s why I married you. But like it or not…” Keiko looks up
at him with the eyes of an upset child, “… Like it or not you’ve gone
through a physical change. It’s going to take me some time to get used to
it at all, but in terms of finding you…” O’Brien looks uncomfortable even
saying the words, “sexually attractive… I’m afraid my body just isn’t…”
Those words tasted wrong on his tongue, “just isn’t aroused by… No, I
mean… Well put it this way… If you’d have materialised on that
Transporter pad as a man…”

“A man?!” Keiko interrupts, confused yet insulted,

“Hear me out.” O’Brien says, firmly. “If you’d appeared as a man
I would be having a very similar dilemma right now. My body is
heterosexual, so even though there’d be nothing morally or… ethically
wrong with us… Being together… I would struggle to…” O’Brien trails off
and slumps into the chair… Hoping his convoluted explanation got through
to Keiko.


After a long silence, Keiko sits next to her husband and looks
into his eyes.

“So what you’re saying is…” She begins, “It’s not that you don’t
want to… It’s that you’re not able to… Rise to the occasion, because you
no longer find me sexy?” O’Brien freezes at this. He wants to tell her
that he does have a moral problem with the whole situation and that it’s
a lot more complicated than just not being aroused by her… But he can’t
find the words. What’s more his paternal instincts are subconsciously
telling him to keep things simple and try and please the child he’s
speaking to. For those reasons he replies,

“Exactly. If there was some kind of magic button I could press to
turn me into a… Y’know—“

“Pedophile?” Keiko says matter-of-factly.

“Yeah that,” Miles says turning red, “Then I’d press it, for you.
For our marriage.”

“Really?” Keiko asks. Miles looks at her for a moment as if to
check if that was some kind of trick question, but sees the love and
excitement in her darling eyes and responds,

“Really. I promise.”

“How did I get myself into this mess?” Miles thinks to himself as he
stands uncomfortably in Crusher’s office.

“You’re absolutely sure about this Chief?” Beverly asks, looking
first to him then to the little Keiko who stands beaming with smiles at
his side.

O’Brien says nothing for a time but feels his wife squeeze his
hand lovingly and finally answers,

“I’m sure Doctor. Administer the therapy.”

Dr. Crusher sighs in some disapproval as she finally presses a
hypospray to O’Brien’s neck and releases a concoction into his body, with
a trademark hiss.

O’Brien rubs the spot habitually, in spite of feeling no pain and
after a moment of shuffling on his feet and readjusting his shirt he
asks,

“How long before I begin to feel the effects?” To which Beverly
responds by looking into his eyes for a moment… She then says,

“Keiko will you leave the office for a moment?” Keiko is
surprised and looks up at the Doctor in protest, but when Crusher’s eyes
meet hers she sees the sincerity.

“Very well Doctor. Good luck Miles.” She exits the room leaving
O’Brien and Crusher alone.


“What’s this all about Doctor?” the Chief says as he sits in the
smaller chair, opposite Crusher.

“You see this monitor Chief? I’m going to show you some images
and I want you to be absolutely honest with me about how they make you
feel.”

The Chief just nods and after Beverly presses a few keys the
image sequence begins.

The first picture is that of an attractive adult woman, entirely
naked. O’Brien blinks. He’s actually seen this model before and had
always found her very arousing. Now though…

“She’s very attractive. I mean… My eyes are still working, I can
see that she is… But something’s… Different… Empty…” Beverly nods,

“That’s what I expected. What about this one?”
The image changes with a quiet beep and is replaced by a picture of
a little boy about eight or nine, dressed in typical 24th century clothing
for his age group.

“It’s just some kid.” Miles begins, “I don’t…” He stops as he
begins to notice something… He knew the boy was cute, he’d have thought
the same before the procedure… But now it was different… It was like he
was appreciating that cuteness with far more depth, like the boy’s form
was communicating with him on a much more primal level. He realised at
this point that it had worked. He was now a pedophile.


Keiko stands impatiently in Sick Bay as she finally sees her
husband emerge with the Doctor.

“Is everything alright?” O’Brien stands there and stares at her,
as if with new eyes.

After a long pause he runs to her, arms open and lifts her into
the air. She yelps in surprise but is immediately overwhelmed with joy.
Surprise returns however when she suddenly feels her husband’s lips press
against her own in a passionate embrace. She wraps her legs around him
and tries to kiss back… After a moment however, she notices something and
breaks the kiss.

“What’s wrong honey?” Miles asks, concerned.

“Something…” Keiko says, gesturing to be put down. “Beverly… I… I
Don’t feel anything.” O’Brien’s heart sinks at this realisation. Although
he finds that more than sympathy for his wife, he feels disappointment
that this could mean he may not get to enjoy his new sexuality any time
soon.

“Don’t worry Keiko.” Crusher says smiling, “I anticipated this
scenario.” Beverly fishes a second hypospray out of her pocket and shows
it to the little girl. “This is a compound I synthesised that should help
you. It’s a heady cocktail of hormones and some other stuff that should
turn you into a sex-starved nymphet, without altering your appearance or
physical development. I’d inject you now, but I’m guessing the moments
after you administer the dosage will be perhaps the most passionate… So
you might want to save that for the night.”

Keiko snatches the hypo and hugs Beverly like a real twelve
year-old might, overjoyed that things have finally fallen into place.

“Good night Molly” Miles says kissing his daughter on the
forehead, just as he had the night before.

“G’Night Daddy…” Molly says, shutting her eyes, as the Chief
stands up and leaves.

The bedroom door sliding shut behind him he exhales and smiles.

“Now then,” he says loud enough that he should be heard by
someone in the other bedroom, “is it time for me to tuck in my other
little girl?”


He excitedly enters the main bedroom where he sees Keiko standing
on the double bed, wearing Molly’s biggest blue night dress, a little
snug on her twelve year-old frame.

“Is it tuck-in time?” She asks in a low sultry voice. She beckons
for him to come near, which he does, the door closing behind him.

“You look-“ O’Brien is stopped by a fingers on lips gesture. His
tiny wife then slowly squats and takes the bottom rim of her nightie in
her hands. With sexual grace she slowly rises again lifting the dress as
she does, revealing her delicate East Asian skin. Miles doesn’t notice
his jaw start to hang as he stares at his adorable new wife.

The night dress reaches Keiko’s pelvis, bunching up around her
waist. With a smile she lifts it still further till her white cotton
underwear is revealed. At this point O’Brien spots something he wasn’t
expecting… The hypospray Dr. Crusher had given them is gripped to
Keiko’s waist by the band of her panties.

“Daddy already tucked one of his little girls. I was hoping he’d
prefer to fuck the other one.”


Miles grins and pulls off his Starfleet shirt in one motion. He
hops up onto the bed, which knocks little Keiko off her feet. She
collapses onto her back, legs apart and nightie still pulled up beyond
the waist. O’Brien shuffles up beside her and lies onto his side.

“Shall I do the honours?” He asks as he begins to move his hand
across towards the Hypo.

“By all means honey.” Keiko says, momentarily a woman again in
the way she speaks.

Miles’ hand slides gently over her soft skin, caressing on his
journey to the hypospray, forgetting of course that she feels no
pleasure.

With a slight jerk he frees the piece of tech from its cotton
prison and brings it up to Keiko’s eyes.

“Here we go.” Miles says, but finds a cold, tiny hand grabbing
his wrist, to stop him.

“Wait… Don’t use it all.” She whispers.

“…Why not?”

“Crusher said the moment of dosage is the most extreme part. I
want to savour that. I’m sure there’s more than enough in that hypospray
for several great nights.”

O’Brien just shrugs and changes the setting with his thumb.

“There we go baby…” He says quietly as he presses the device to
the little girl’s thin neck.

Tss…

Molly yelps quietly as she is suddenly awakened… Her eyes wide
open she looks around her to try and identify the sound. What she hears
is a loud thumping, again and again. She even notices the far wall
vibrate slightly in time with the thumps. Finally she is able to make out
what sounds like a high pitched voice, squealing, also in time to the
thumping.


She’s too young to understand that close-by a twelve year-old
girl is being pinned to that wall by her father’s rock-hard penis.

“Ahgh!” Keiko screams her eyes rolled back and her tongue out,

“Ahgh!” Her husband’s hands are pressed to the wall either side of her
head as his pelvis methodically thrusts into her, enough to knock her
back against the wall each time she begins to slip. “Mnnn more…” She
moans as Miles’ penis drives deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.

“Uohh baby…” the Chief grunts, “unhhh little baby… little baby girl…” He
mumbles the words, noticing the new meaning the word ‘baby’ now has to
him as what he considers an ‘infant’ pussy now grips hungrily onto his
erect shaft.

“I’m gonna cum Miles…” Keiko says, “Cum inside me when I do.”

“Ungh.” Is O’Brien’s only verbal response as he grabs his wife’s
little legs with his hands and pulls them up from the ground, pushing
forward to hold her weight against the wall. With her legs held either
side of his pelvis he starts driving in and out of her adorable body
faster than before.

Keiko grabs for her husband’s head and pulls it to her own
locking their mouths together. She invades his throat with her cold
miniature tongue. As Miles tastes pre-adolescent saliva he finally
ejaculates, shooting a hot load of thick semen into her tightly filled
orifice.

Feeling the warmth of his load, Keiko releases her own orgasm,
which then shocks through her body with more vigour than any she’d had
previously, in spite of being an adult woman. She has to release from the
French kiss and scream in pleasure as her climax peaks.

“Aaaaaammmm Oh God…” She yells, forgetting about the child she
believes to be asleep in the next room.

O’Brien pants and pulls himself out, setting his little lover’s
legs to the floor as he does.

“I know…” he says, collapsing back onto the bed.


For a minute or two Miles just stares up at the beige ceiling
breathing deeply, his body still swimming in good chemicals… But then he
sees the cute face of his wife looking down at him with an odd
expression. She looks hungry for more.

“I want to go again Miles.” She says, a slight craze in her horny
eyes.

“Honey… That was incredible but… I’m not a young man.” Keiko
isn’t satisfied. The hypospray formula was some pretty powerful stuff,
she only feels hornier than ever after her first orgasm.

“Come on” she begins, “you can get it going again. I’ll just have
to help.” She skips down and picks up O’Brien’s flaccid member.

“What are you-?” He stops when he feels cold salviay lips wrap
around his penis. He sits still for a few moments enjoying the feel of
the gentle sucking, but finally says,

“It’s not enough… I’m just spent honey.” Keiko spits it out in
frustration.

“There must be a way to turn you on!” She says with the
determination of a Starship Captain. She folds her little arms and sits
on the bed next to Miles.

“We can do it again tomorrow night baby… Right now I’d love to
just…” O’Brien dozes a little, shutting his eyes. Keiko huffs and kicks
her feet like a little girl might, when annoyed.


After a few moments, Keiko gets an idea.

“Oh Mi-iles…” She says invitingly.

“Mmm, what now honey?” the Chief says half opening his eyes.

“I got an idea of how to turn you on. Nothing is sexier than
taboos right?”
O’Brien perks up a little bit.

“Taboos?”

“Uh-huh… Things we’re not allowed to think about, that drive us
crazy at night. I thought of one that’s making me wet right now.”
Miles smiles and sits up, prepared for some more fun.

“Heh heh. What did you have in mind, baby?” He asks, cheekily.

Keiko shuffles closer to her husband and puts her young arms
around his neck. She then places her head on his shoulder and whispers
innocently into his ear…

“When you fuck me… I want you to call me Molly.”