Not Quite Fully Functional

By Bill Drill

Published on Jun 17, 1994

Gay

Controls

Organization: Illuminati Online Keywords: Star Trek TNG male/male

In article ming.771723169@interaccess, that stupid club ming@flowbee.interaccess.com wrote: >Do you think Data's, umm... you know, is detachable like his other parts? >Just imagine all of the other attachments he could make... The mind boggles.

Cool!

I dashed this off quick, you inspired me.

P.S., IT'S WHITE, LIKE THE REST OF HIM!!!

************************** ************************** NOT QUITE FULLY FUNCTIONAL ************************** ************************** by W.W. Driller (June 1994, with

apologies to Paramount)

Data strode into Geordie's office off the main engineering area, his flaccid white penis held carefully in his hand.

"It has been malfunctioning again." He announced. "I am unable to maintain a constant cellular fluid level required for penetration."

Geordie looked up from the readouts of the last cooling system diagnostics his team had run, startled at the site of the pale limp object lying on his desk, at the metal plate and connectors glistening obscenely from the end that attached to Data's groin area.

Geordie gingerly handled the detached penis, hooking it up to a small biocomputer he kept handy, punched in a few commands, watching it grow to full tumescence, muttering a few "hmms" here and there.

"Well Data, I can't find anything wrong with it, the circuitry seems to be fine, mechanically it's obviously functional..."

"That is most interesting. For the past five evenings, in Counselor Troi's quarters..."

"Uhhh, that's allright Data..." Geordie hastily cut him off. A beaming smile crossed his face, he would've snapped his fingers but even he knew that that would have been be too contrived a mannerism.

"You know Data," he began excitedly, "with humans these problems are usually all in the head..."

Geordie opened up Data's skull flap, reaching in with a screw driver he made some minor adjustments to the main coil of Data's servo-motor solenoid.

"I thiiiiink you were just wrapped too tight," Geordie explained.

Reaching down the front of Data's uniform pants, he snapped Data's dick back on and began stroking. Data started moving his hips, thrusting his penis pack and forth in Geordie's hand, getting harder and longer, till finally a long string of thick yellowish goo spewed from the tip of his penis and shot across the room, knocking a small datapad from the desk. Geordie backed away from the flying stream, laughing, awed.

Geordie shook his head, grinning his ubiquitous grin.

"Data, you amaze me. It seems to be working again."

"Yes Geordie, thank you." Data carefully returned his re-attached member to the confines of his pants. "You have been a great help. Judging from the distance and arc as well as the velocity of my ejaculate, it is apparent that the fluids had built up to an extremely high level that might have caused physical damage to Counselor Troi were I to have ejaculated inside of her while copulating. She will be most pleased when I tell her how you..."

"Uh, Data, that won't be necessary..." Geordie hastily cut Data off. He was thankful for once that the visor spared him from ever having to look Counselor Troi in the eye, though he was sure she would find out what he knew, if he got within fifty feet of him, by the waves of embarrassment she would be sure to sense.

Data cocked his head quizzically, "As you wish sir, but I do not understand why you would not wish Counselor Troi to know how you have helped us in this matter, and spared her possible medical trauma."

"Uh... another time, ok? I've got work to do"

Data cocked his head again, appearing to be accessing internal records.

"Ah, I believe you are embarrassed at the knowledge of my activities with Counselor Troi. I will not mention to her that I have told you anything of our liaison, though I do not understand why it should be any more shocking than the triangular liaison between Commander Riker, The Captain, and young Ensign Crusher which you already know about..."

"DATA!"

"I confess I do not yet fully understand the complexities of human sexual taboo," Data replied, "I am sorry if I in any way offended you."

Geordie caught himself staring fixedly at the motion the perfectly meshed gears controlling Data's hips invoked in the fibrous tissue of his synthetic buttocks as he strode purposefully from Geordie's office.

"Yeah, offended me," Geordie muttered to himself. "Lucky bitch."


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