The Morning After Boldly Going

Written for the 2025 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event

Thanks to @kenjisato for the speedy and thoughtful copy edits and suggestions. You rock!

This is the third story I've uploaded to Literotica. Thanks to all that've rated, commented on, and favourited my other stories so far. It's so lovely to have an appreciative audience.

This one is a little silly. It should be clear from the title and the content that we're in the realm of pastiche or parody here. But don't worry, there's smutty bits as well. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you'll have fun reading it.

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Chief Medical Officer Doctor Kelley Hatfield looked up from her work as Captain William S. Templeton invaded her sickbay. The captain was redolent of sex and Centauri ouzo.

Hatfield's deft and slender fingers guided a plasma joiner over some lacerations on an unconscious ensign's leg. She was treating him in one of the surgical bays. The medical facility hummed softly in the heart of the USS Dick Morley, flagship of the Confederated Systems and sought-after posting for every ambitious officer. The sickbay's gleaming surfaces and faint tang of disinfectants were a stark contrast to the smelly chaos that had just stumbled through the hatchway. Hatfield's austerely attractive patrician features twisted into a scowl as a miasma of sweat, sex, and liquor rolled over her.

Templeton's bloodshot eyes squinted against the bright lights of the sickbay. His classically handsome features were puffy, marred by a night of excess. The Captain's lanky, muscular frame moved in jerky fits, like a newborn colt taking its first steps. His uniform, unbuttoned and spattered with glistening stains, violated nearly every article of the Fleet Uniform Code.

"Dammit, Bill!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the low hum of diagnostic equipment and air filtration systems. "What is it this time?"

Templeton sagged against a bulkhead, one hand describing an uncertain arc toward his crotch. "Sores, Doc. Weird ones."

Hatfield gritted her teeth, sealing one last laceration on the gently snoring ensign with a precise flick of the joiner. She stabbed the device into its receptacle and turned, unconsciously folding her arms over her pert, high breasts. The movement tugged her ludicrously short uniform skirt up even higher on her legs.

Templeton's bleary gaze reflexively dipped, lingering on the additional flesh revealed under her skirt's hem before meandering back up to the approximate region of her face. He wobbled a bit and attempted a charming smile; it looked to her more like a drunken leer. And yet... she still felt its power.

Her green eyes flashed like lasers, even as heat bloomed between her thighs at his flagrant ogling. She had rebuffed his advances since their Academy days together, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

That damnable man and his pelvic sorcery!

"Captain Templeton," she said, her tone icy in contrast to the sensual heat radiating from her core, "this sickbay is for keeping this starship's crew fit for duty. Dammit, Bill! It's a professional medical facility, not your... personal sexual health clinic."

"These sores are terrible. I can't even sit in my command chair, Doc," he countered, his voice a gravelly drawl. "That's a clear tactical impairment. You gotta help me. Please."

He straightened, or tried to, his blue eyes gleaming with the infuriating charisma that had charmed half the quadrant's females (and a few males, if rumors held). The captain's ability to get into the pants and under the skirts of countless members of innumerable species was the stuff of legend.

Even now, heroically hungover and barely able to stand, Templeton radiated an implacable and roguish charm that made Hatfield's pulse continue to quicken against her will. She sighed, fighting the acceleration of sensual stirrings in her own 'lower decks'.

Focus, Kelley. Focus. Dammit, you're a doctor, not a prostitute. Diagnose the problem.

"Was she Sagittarian, sir? Andalorian?"

"I dunno." Templeton's stare held hers, his smile reduced to the barest curve at the corners of his mouth. She was suddenly and desperately certain that he sensed her faltering resolve.

"Actually, I remember there being at least two of them. Maybe three? It's all very foggy. There was a lot of lubricant. We were in the zero-gee chamber on deck fifty-three for part of it. I am fairly certain that I lost consciousness at one point. One of them had this thing that she did with her tongue... you wouldn't believe how good it felt. My toes are still curled."

Templeton's smile had widened and his gaze looked clearer, much more of a smoldering bedroom stare than a bleary goggling. Those blue-gray eyes tracked across her body again and she felt it almost as if he was touching her as his eyes lingered on her intimate parts.

Hatfield shivered and pointed imperiously towards a nearby surgical bay. "Fine. Let's have a look."

He stumbled to the bay, fumbling with the waist-clasp of his uniform trousers.

"Do you recall your... partners' coloring, Captain?" she asked, pointedly ignoring the growing bulge beneath his zipper.

"Nope. They were flexible little minxes though," he said. "I was inside of all of them at one point or another."

Templeton wrestled with his trousers, still struggling to open the clasp. "There was a lot of shouting, a lot of moaning, and some sort of ritual I didn't quite understand. I remember it being enjoyable, but very confusing."

The clasp finally sprang open, and his trousers dropped to the floor.

The captain's famously large manhood slapped down onto the table's edge with a moist and meaty thud. Doctor Hatfield found herself ogling him.

"The sores are turning green now. And... pulsating," he said.

The Captain pivoted toward her, his cock swelling to half-mast and already the size of a baby Neridian's arm. The impressive member was speckled with shiny sores that were changing color between a darker colour and a bright neon green.

"Pulsating?" Her eyebrows shot up, the symptoms of a dozen alien STDs flashing through her mind.

"Hm. Pulsating faster now, actually," said Templeton. "That's weird."

The sores began to strobe faster and brighter from dark to bright neon green.

Hatfield lunged toward a control panel and activated a containment field just as Captain Templeton's genitals detonated.

The captain mewled in pain and collapsed onto the surgical table, unconscious.

Doctor Hatfield quirked a brief, sardonic grin and addressed the unconscious Templeton.

"It appears they were Betelgeusian, sir. I'll get the regenerator."

Dropping the containment field, Hatfield hauled her superior officer up onto the surgical table and stabilized his vitals. She hypo-sprayed him full of painkillers and coagulants, then worked to ensure that he'd survive the genital explosion he had brought upon himself.

Once he was no longer in danger of bleeding out, she cut away his remaining clothing and cleaned up the damage. She placed a lump of proto-cellular regeneration matrix atop the raw and wounded area at his crotch.

She looked at the cluster of undifferentiated regeneration cells, mentally comparing it to the impressive phallus she had seen. Grinning impishly, she plopped an even larger glob of matrix down before beginning her work with the regenerator probe.

"Might as well add to the legend," she murmured to herself.

Doctor Hatfield worked to restore 'full function' to her captain. She hummed quietly to herself as she worked the regenerator. She reflected on the many times she had rebuffed his advances over the years. She now found herself questioning her resolve to continue doing so. He was so very attractive, after all.

There was also something so incredibly intimate about not only touching him, but re-creating a part of him like this. Her nipples crinkled beneath her tunic, and an insistent throbbing resumed under her uniform skirt as she rebuilt his genitals with the matrix cells.

Hm, let's see if we can improve upon what nature has blessed him with.

She took the time to sculpt a slight curve into his penis that would help ensure maximal stimulation of Grafenberg spots and cervixes. Hatfield told herself it wasn't selfish; she was doing a public service to the many women that would eventually feel this penis inside of them.

Captain Templeton awoke before she had finished her work. He looked around dazedly before seeming to realize where he was. He looked at Hatfield and gave her a wan, tired smile. For many minutes, he seemed content to lie there and recover. As she continued to work, he rallied somewhat and appeared more lucid.

Despite the obvious trauma of what had just happened to him, he craned his neck forward to examine her work with the regenerator. His gaze lingered on the even-larger member that was taking form, draped across his lower abdomen. Templeton's smile turned sly, and he looked up at her. He reached out with one hand to stroke her thigh and then let his palm drift higher until he was cupping one of her firm buttocks under the uniform skirt.

The man is relentless! I haven't even finished rebuilding his cock, and he thinks he's ready to use it.

Doctor Hatfield continued to do her work, but made no objections to his groping hand. She could feel her standard-issue Fleet undergarment growing damp as juices leaked from her. She fought the urge to squirm and moan from his touch.

At last, she finished with the regenerator. Hatfield snapped the off switch and put the device away into its cradle. She stared at his penis, her lips parting slightly and her breath getting heavier. She was very aware of his hand cupping her ass, and she could feel a slow bead of her juices trickling down her inner thighs; her saturated undergarments could no longer hold back the flooding tide of moisture from her intense arousal.

Unable to stop herself, placed her hand on his cock, stroking gently from his meaty balls to the thick and bulbous glans. It stiffened and immediately began dribbling clear fluid from the meatus. She gripped the skin of his shaft and stroked him twice more, causing additional pre-ejaculate to leak from him.

"Doc," Templeton mumbled, "you ever think about... boldly going where no one's gone before? With me, I mean."

Hatfield quashed a sudden and powerful urge to climb atop that glorious new fuck-stick and ride it until they both achieved a different sort of explosion.

His eyes, much clearer now, locked onto hers, and the air crackled with unspoken possibilities.

"Be still, Captain. There's one more diagnostic test that is required."

Hatfield began stroking him harder and faster, letting her palm and fingers spread the glistening pre-cum over his glans and shaft.

Templeton groaned. His hand tightened on her ass, squeezing the fleshy globe and massaging it. One of his fingers slipped beneath the sopping fabric of her undergarment and gently brushed the wrinkled rosebud of her anus, causing a fresh pulse of heat to radiate through her body.

This time, she didn't hold back. She moaned in response and her free hand crept under the front of her uniform skirt so she could touch herself. Her own fingers circled her clitoris, mirroring the activity behind her as the captain's blunt fingertip described similar circles on her puckered sphincter.

His new-and-improved cock swelled to its full length, veins standing out along its shaft and its thick mushroom head purpling slightly with the blood pumping into it. Her hand flew back and forth along it, faster and harder, slick with the glistening juices that continued to leak out of its tip.

Templeton's hips bucked up off of the surgical table and his groan turned into a guttural yell as he came.

Doctor Hatfield aimed his cockhead towards his belly, and the captain blasted thick ropes of jism onto his abdomen. She kept stroking, milking every drop out of him.

When at last his hips lowered and the spunk stopped geysering out of him, she leaned in, close enough that her breath was warm against his ear. She gave him a final couple of additional strokes with the hand that encircled him. "The diagnostic test is complete, Captain Templeton. If you ever hope to put that thing inside me, it'll be after a full bio-scan. I might even make you wear a hazmat suit, you filthy, filthy man."

He chuckled, "Challenge accepted."

His expression softened. For the first time in the years she'd known him, she felt seen by him, as opposed to just looked at.

"And... Thank you, Kelley. Really. I appreciate what you've done for me. Hell, it's not every ship's doctor that'd restore me to better-than-factory settings after this sort of thing. If I'm being honest, this isn't the first time I've had to be rebuilt. You do good work."

Templeton grinned and flexed his pubococcygeus muscle, making his thick penis twitch under her hand.

Hatfield straightened, turning her face away to hide the flush creeping up her neck. She resolved to send him back to the bridge and schedule a follow-up appointment at the end of the shift.

She stepped away from the table, releasing his softening member and disengaging his hand from her ass. The sudden coolness on her cheek after the heat of his hand gave her a slight twinge of loss.

Doctor Hatfield retrieved a set of scrubs from a storage locker and tossed them at Templeton.

"You're cleared to return to duty, Captain. Do try to avoid unprotected relations with Betelgeusians in the future. I'll see you in your Ready Room for a... followup exam at the end of shift."

Templeton flashed her the smile that had dampened a thousand undergarments. "I'm looking forward to it, Doctor. See you then."

Hatfield turned her back on the captain as he got dressed. She grabbed a communications tablet, tapping in some notes about the procedures she'd just completed, and she scheduled the planned follow-up visit for the end of shift.

She didn't look up at him as he exited the sickbay, instead busying herself with the still-unconscious ensign in the other surgery bay.

Doctor Kelly Hatfield had resigned herself to the inevitable truth--she would succumb to the charms of this idiotic but irresistible man. But for the time being, sickbay was her domain. She'd keep this ship's heart beating, repairing one reckless crew member at a time.