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The Enterprise Parasite	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 6957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The three of them entered the ICU. Kirk proceeded more cautiously than the others, though that caution turned out to be to no avail when he tripped over one of Jameson's legs. Spock, with his lightning-fast reflexes, grabbed Kirk by the arm before the captain could land in the pool of blood where the rest of Jameson's body once was.
"T-Thank you, Spock. Where's�"
"Over here, sir. Sorry for my appearance, but there isn't much I can do about it at�uh�the moment." Chekov said, his voice only slightly above a whisper. Kirk turned around to see the young ensign strapped to one of the biobeds, stark naked. But it wasn't the lack of clothes that unnerved him.
"One other thing about the parasite, Jim," McCoy said, with what could almost be called amusement. "It seems to be a primarily sexual predator."
"That is the conclusion I drew as well, sir," said Spock, eyebrows raised. "If I am not mistaken, the penis is the human sexual organ, and Chekov's is currently in a state of extreme arousal."
"I'm right here," Chekov said sullenly.
"He's right, Spock�this is no time to be funny," Kirk said with a solemnity he didn't quite feel. However, when Chekov's eyes went glassy and he began having convulsions, the humor of the situation rapidly faded and Kirk approached the bed with growing concern.
"Jim, I wouldn't do that if I were you�" But McCoy's warning came too late, as Chekov moaned loudly and ejaculated wildly, the unnatural amount spattering both ensign and captain.
As Kirk coughed and tried to wipe off the semen, Spock stepped forward, delicately avoiding the sticky pools on the floor. Examining Kirk's stained clothes seemed to give him the information he wanted, and he beckoned McCoy over as well.
"It seems that by having sexual intercourse with Mr. Chekov, the parasite infected him, as it were, much as a spider injects venom into its prey, with a substance that would make and keep him aroused, and therefore more receptive to another attack. Most fascinating. And this substance�"
McCoy interrupted him with an abrupt wave at Chekov. "But how do you explain the involuntary ejaculations? Not to mention that the amounts are impossible�if this keeps up, it could have fatal effects!"
"I was about to discuss that. If I may continue?" Spock said, allowing a hint of a smile and pointedly ignoring some muttering from McCoy. "Thank you, Doctor. I believe that it is a side effect of the forced state of constant arousal, and, if the substance was injected by means of an organ that is similar in shape to a tube, can easily be cured by removing the substance."
Kirk sighed dramatically in his relief. "Well, Bones, that shouldn't be too hard. You're the surgeon, after all."
"And you're obviously not a doctor, Jim!" McCoy folded his arms and frowned at Chekov, who was now drifting in and out of consciousness. "To be fair, you weren't there, and you should be glad about that, but even so, if Spock had actually been speaking English�"
"I object to that, sir."
"Not now, you two," Kirk said, his temper as short as his clothes were dirty.
"�You would know that operating, in this case, would like cracking a walnut with a sledgehammer. No, better to just let it come out naturally. Almost naturally, at any rate." McCoy reached behind Kirk to hit the intercom. "Nurse Chapel, I need a large syringe. Very large. McCoy out."
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Kirk sat by Chekov's head, watching his face as the ensign's breath grew shallow. Spock sat across from him, holding one of Chekov's wrists to check his pulse against that indicated by the biobed's panel display.
"Interesting. Captain, the pulse I am finding does not match that of the computer's readings. It may be that the parasite's survival tactics include the ability to disguise itself and its aspects to the majority of electronic scanners. That would explain why my tricorder could detect no trace of it on the planet," Spock said, moving his hand to feel Chekov's brow for a temperature.
"Quite possible. Ugh�Bones, what do you think you're doing?!" Kirk jumped up, hair and clothes once more covered in semen. When McCoy looked up from between Chekov's legs, his large eyes gave the impression of contriteness�but Kirk knew otherwise. "Quit your laughing. Next time, warn a man before you touch something, or, or someone, with a hair trigger!"
"Sorry, but I had to get him into position and I didn't want to run the risk of waking him. If I could have warned you, I would have, believe me," McCoy said, though his apology was somewhat undermined by his grin.
"Sir, given what the doctor is about to do, I think it would be wise to move further away," said Spock, rising to his feet.
Without responding, Kirk followed suit. After checking to ensure that the security detail was still outside the sickbay doors and on full alert, he took his usual position beside Spock�back ramrod straight and arms behind his back, the very image of a captain, save for one small detail. He was about to watch one of his crew, naked, quivering and strapped down, be given an enema. For purely medical reasons, of course, but still.
"Do I sense some unease�Captain?" Spock's voice was almost teasing, as close to jocularity as Kirk had heard it come in their years together, earning him a suspicious look.
"This is not the moment for emotion, Spock," Kirk said, being brusque in the hopes that it would snap his first officer back to normal. "Bones, when you're, ah, finished there, I'd like you to give Spock a full work-up�psychiatric evaluation included."
Spock looked concerned and was about to respond�yet more signs for Kirk to be worried about�but McCoy waved for them to be quiet.
"I don't want to accidentally rupture this poor kid's innards because you two are having some kind of spat behind my back. Now cut it out and let me concentrate," McCoy said, maneuvering the syringe to Chekov's now-exposed entrance.
"Let me know when you're done," Kirk muttered, averting his eyes. He was interested only in finding out if part of the alien itself was going to come out. Spock, on the other hand, was interested in seeing the entire process.
"I have never seen one of these performed. It will be intriguing to see how effective they truly are," said Spock, leaning forwards slightly as McCoy began to push the water into Chekov.
Kirk, watching the biobed's panel in an effort to distract himself, heard only the faint hissing of the syringe's plunger gradually descending and soft moans from Chekov as the water filled his insides. The air was thick with the scent of semen, and there was no real safe place to put one's feet�except, of course, where McCoy was kneeling. Nurse Chapel had taken care of Jameson's remains and would have taken care of the other mess, but it was more important now that she monitor Chekov's readings. She shrugged apologetically when Kirk caught her eye, and Kirk returned the gesture�he understood. Safety first.
"All right," McCoy said softly. "That's it. Nurse, could you hold his legs together? He needs to keep the water in for a certain amount of time, or it's not going to travel far enough to loosen whatever it is that the parasite left in him." He rose to his feet and deftly picked the tool he wanted from a nearby shelf without looking, pressing it to Chekov's neck to awaken him.
As Chekov's eyes slowly opened, Kirk stepped closer. "Ensign, can you hear me? You've been through�quite an ordeal. Bones has given you something that should make it better, but don't move just yet."
"Ca-Captain?" Chekov tried to prop himself up on his elbows, wincing and lying back down when the pressure that that position exerted on his water-filled insides proved uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, son. That'll go away soon," McCoy said with a nod to Chapel. She helped Chekov slide to the edge of the bed and gently pulled his legs open. Kirk didn't need prompting from Spock this time, moving ahead of him to the side of the bed and out of the way of whatever could happen.
"Okay, now just bear down," instructed McCoy from his position at Chekov's side, his hands on the young man's stomach to provide assistance as needed.
"Sir, I don't think�ah�this is going to�oh!" Chekov groaned, biting down on his lip as he concentrated on relaxing his asshole and pushing out the foreign substances.
As Chapel wiped the hair out of Chekov's eyes, Spock leaned in once more. "Intriguing. With his physique distended by the water, and the doctor's words, this could almost be described as analogous to giving birth."
Kirk turned to him, exasperated. "Spock, can't you see�"
"My apologies, sir."
With a grunt somewhere between distress and arousal (the parasite's effects had yet to wear off) Chekov succeeded in expelling a gush of now-milky water. A little pressure from McCoy, and Chekov, falling back onto the bed with eyes shut tight, shot the rest of the water and alien substance out of his ass in an explosive stream as cum spurted across the room a final time. Breath ragged with exhaustion once more, his body shuddered with the remnants of the two different yet equally unfamiliar sensations�that of the alien semen that had made him feel as though he would burn to ashes, and then that of the cool, soothing enema the doctor had given him.
"Nurse, you can take over." McCoy handed Chapel the medipak, leading Kirk and Spock into the main room as she cleaned up Chekov and put him back to bed.
It was Kirk who spoke first, naturally. "Bones, you're the one who saw the thing. Any suggestions as to a course of action?"
McCoy let out a long breath. "To be honest, Jim, I didn't really see it. After Jameson went, well�I would have gotten at it with my phaser, I really would have, but somehow it got my ankle and held me down behind one of the beds while it got Chekov. I heard the sounds, but didn't see much else."
"Captain, if I may interject?" Spock said, appearing to be his normal self again. "The parasite seems to be of a tentacular form, adapting its size at will, and therefore has the potential to be very agile. Its residue also seems to have a very strong effect on Vulcans; while in the room where the parasite had left its tracks, I could detect trace elements of it in the air. I would recommend not only a red alert, but a close watch on me in case I must be restrained."
"Spock�" Kirk glanced at McCoy. "What do you think?"
"I wouldn't be surprised. Vulcans have a much more heightened set of senses than we do, and it's not unexpected that something that would have such a powerful effect on humans would have extra effects on other species," McCoy said, looking at Spock thoughtfully.
Kirk reached out to Spock and, lightly touching his arm, gave him a brief smile. "Just stick with me, Spock. I'll make sure nothing gets you without my doing something about it."
With a barely-noticeable roll of his eyes, McCoy headed to the doors to check on the security detail, but the unnervingly recognizable sounds outside made him rush back.
"Jim," he said in an urgent whisper, "I think it's right outside, with the security!"
A quick squeeze of his first officer's arm, and the familiar look he got in return, gave Kirk the courage McCoy's revelation had momentarily stripped away. Pulling the communicator out and making sure his voice was more confident than he was, he called the bridge. "Uhura, this is the Captain. Make sure Scotty hears this�I need him to issue a shipwide red alert. There's an unidentified parasitical alien onboard. If you see it, shoot to kill."
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