PORTHOS LOVES MORE THAN CHEESE
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Category:
Star Trek › Enterprise
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,739
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Star Trek: Enterprise, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
PORTHOS LOVES MORE THAN CHEESE
The rancid stench of ta’pals cunt permeated the bridge as the turbo lift doors opened. The crew looked and grimaced as she assumed the science station. She sat in the ergonomically designed chair and slightly parted her alien legs. Ensign Marywheahter gagged as the odor wafted toward the helm. Ta’pal softly said the Vulcan Science Directorate does not approve of douching and I never fail to follow orders.
Ta’pal finished her shift and returned to her quarters. She undraped and entered the sonic shower, careful not to expose her gash to the vibrating and cleansing pulsating waves of sound. She finished and draped herself with a ceremonial Vulcan sleeping garb. Lying down in her rack, an unexpected visitor staggered in.
Excited by the horrid stench, porthos, the captain’s dog, jumped on the bed and started humping the Vulcan like there was no tomorrow. The dog tensed up and passed flatus in his excitement, enraging the olfactory senses of the subservient green female. She gasped in ecstasy, thinking to herself that she must be out of her Vulcan mind. In an instinctive move the Vulcan gave the dog a Vulcan-reach-around-nerve-pinch, right between the balls and the anus. The Dog let out a sigh of pleasure— arroooooo and spurt his juices deep into the rancid deep wet pit of the receptive alien.
After finishing the dog farted again and fell fast asleep between the splayed legs of the satisfied Vulcan, his nose buried deep in the snatch of the Vulcan. The next morning porthos was gone, he went back to his quarters and Ta’pals stench was worse than ever. The crew knew that porthos had made his rounds the previous night.
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Ta’pal finished her shift and returned to her quarters. She undraped and entered the sonic shower, careful not to expose her gash to the vibrating and cleansing pulsating waves of sound. She finished and draped herself with a ceremonial Vulcan sleeping garb. Lying down in her rack, an unexpected visitor staggered in.
Excited by the horrid stench, porthos, the captain’s dog, jumped on the bed and started humping the Vulcan like there was no tomorrow. The dog tensed up and passed flatus in his excitement, enraging the olfactory senses of the subservient green female. She gasped in ecstasy, thinking to herself that she must be out of her Vulcan mind. In an instinctive move the Vulcan gave the dog a Vulcan-reach-around-nerve-pinch, right between the balls and the anus. The Dog let out a sigh of pleasure— arroooooo and spurt his juices deep into the rancid deep wet pit of the receptive alien.
After finishing the dog farted again and fell fast asleep between the splayed legs of the satisfied Vulcan, his nose buried deep in the snatch of the Vulcan. The next morning porthos was gone, he went back to his quarters and Ta’pals stench was worse than ever. The crew knew that porthos had made his rounds the previous night.
Fini