Dodge Station #5: Final Fantasy By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Dodge Station and all the characters in this story are my own creation though some are obviously (I hope) parodies of other characters from comics and books. Feel free to use Dodge Station and its inhabitants in your own stories. You can contact me or send all feedback using : Troi@hotmail.com * * * Paul Smith sat in his tiny apartment on Level -27 and looked at the small pink pill in his hand. The guy who had sold it to him had said the pill would give him a high where he would have his most cherished sexual fantasy and it would feel so real that he would actually think it had happened. That sounded good to him. He was an assistant cargo loader for the ore processing facility which meant he spent most of the time watching the robots trundle back and forth between ships and the ore processing plant. If one broke down, he called Maintenance. He did that eight hours a day and it paid him crap wages and got him this crap apartment. Smith opened his mouth and swallowed the pill. For a few minutes, nothing seemed to happen and he was thinking he had been ripped off when she appeared in front of him. Chloe Rodgers was a repair tech who usually was the one who was sent to fix the robots. She was a tall, dark skinned beauty and it had taken him three months to work up the nerve to ask her out for a drink. She hadnt outright laughed at him, but her dismissal had been quick and brief. Despite that, most of his jerkoff fantasies had involved her and so he wasn't surprised to see her now and had in fact hoped for it. Chloe was dressed in a one piece dark blue, techoverall which normally had a few grease spots on it, but now it was absolutely pristine and clean. Chloe smiled at him and the fingers of her right hand toyed with the zipper of her outfit. "Hey sugar, you want to see what I got?" teased Chloe. Paul found himself just smiling and nodding. Chloe smiled back and began to slowly pull down the zipper which ran from her neck to her waist. Little by little, a hint of her dark cleavage appeared and Paul fumbled with his belt and opened up his pants to take his cock out. He was already hard and began to stroke his cock as the zipper reached her stomach and those huge dark chocolate breasts were threatening to pop out into view. "That's it sugar, jerk that meat for me," said Chloe as the zipper reached her belly button and he got the first glimpse of a black nipple peeking out the opening. His hands worked faster on his cock now as a steady stream of precum issued from it and he came for the first time when her breasts exploded completely out of cover. "Oh baby, you did all that for me," giggled Chloe as she got down on her hands and knees and with those large, soft breasts dangling down, she crawled over to him and began to lick the cum from his cock and balls. Paul couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling as her tongue flicked out and lapped at his dribbling slit before her mouth totally engulfed his cock. Once she had cleaned it off, Chloe stood up and pulled off the coverall to reveal the hairless black cunt he had been expecting. "Time to ride that big monster," said Chloe still with that huge smile on her sexy lips and she straddled his groin. Her soft hand held his cock up as she lowered her pussy onto it and he felt it slip inside her velvety, warm depths. Her large blobes pressed into his chest and Paul wondered when he had taken off his shirt, but he must have as her hard nipples pressed into his bare skin in two hot points of contact. "Oh, it feels so good to have you inside me," moaned Chloe who had his entire cock inside her now and began to ride up and down on him. Paul knew he wouldn't last long with her tight pussy wrapped around his cock and he didn't. A few minutes later he exploded inside her, sending blast after blast of his warm seed into her. "That's it baby, cum in Chloe's pussy and fill me up," said the woman who continued to slide up and down on his shaft. When she finally dismounted, she licked his cock clean again and then faced away from him and gave her large, round ass a wiggle. "I bet you would like to put that big cock of yours in here next," she said with a laugh and gave her own ass a hard slap that made her ass cheek jiggle. He couldn't answer, but merely grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her ass from behind and began to fuck her again. * * * "That's the third one in 25 hours," said Dr. Laura Quinn as she stood with Security Chief Luke Allard and watched Nurse Heather Graham exiting the apartment on Level -27 with the man's body on a robo stretcher. "Is he going to make it?" asked Allard. Dr. Quinn shrugged. "Maybe. Part of it is simple dehydration. He doesn't seem to have eaten or drank anything for the last two days or so. All he did was sit there masturbating over and over again." They both loooked at the sticky white puddles on the floor and the chair where they had found him with his hand still wrapped around his dick after his shift supervisor had reported him absent and not responding to messages. "You any closer to figuring out what caused it?" Allard asked hopefully. Dr. Quinn shrugged again. "Some kind of new drug is all I can tell you. I am still working on isolating it. I will take blood samples when I get back to Medical and I suppose I had better take a sample of this stuff too," she said with a grimace as she took out a sample bottle from her lab coat pocket and knelt down carefully beside one of the half dried puddles of cum. "Maybe you should call the Defender in on this," she said after using a swab to collect some of the semen and seal it in the specimen container." "No fucking way," growled Allard. "I am tired of her messing around in security business." "I dont like people telling me how to do my job, replied Laura, "so I understand where you are coming from. Still, there are times when I have to call for help. I can't be an expert on everything. No one can anymore since there is just too much for one person to know. It isn't a sign of weakness to ask for help when you are stuck." "You're right, I don't like being told how to do my job," growled Allard and he headed for the door. "Let me know if you learn anything useful." "Fuck you," muttered Dr. Quinn and took one last look around at the mess in case she had missed anything and then headed for Medical. * * * "What do you mean there is no fucking tea on the whole fucking station?" demanded Vash Pollock as he glared at Christie over the top of his desk. "It appears to be the work of the Seperatists," replied Christie, doing her best to sound meek and not draw more wrath down on her head. "They um seem to have hacked the food synthesizer system and prevented it from making tea. They also hit the warehouse inventory program and all tea was marked as a biological hazard and dumped by robot drones." "That is the most fucking insane thing I have ever heard of," yelled Pollock and he banged his fist on the desk. "Um, they issued a press release," went on Christie. "They said they had historical precedent on their side and that in something called the American Revolution, the revolutionaries who were fighting against the tyranny of India, dumped a bunch of tea in a swimming pool as a protest. Um, I think they were led by Mark Zuckerburg." "Good god, the education system today is crap," sputtered Pollock. "Everyone knows that was Abraham Lincoln who dumped the tea in the swimming pool and it was iced tea because regular tea leaves would have just clogged it up."" "Are you sure?" asked Olivia Tucker as the Administrative Assistant wrinkled her forehead in thought. "I was sure they told us in school it was Ronald Reagen and it was Root Beer that got dumped in Jellystone National Park to save the bears." "Oh who gives a fuck who dumped what," yelled Pollock. "I just want it fixed and I want a cup of tea by the end of the dayor heads are going to roll! Now go do something about it you two and tell Ashley I want to see her." "Yes sir," replied Olivia through gritted teeth as she and Christie left the inner office. "Tell the slut her services are required by her master," said Olivia once the door closed behind them, "and then find a way to solve the tea problem or I will start to hunt for a new third junior assistant." "Yes ma'am," replied Christie,resisting the impulse to either salute or give Olivia the middle finger and she hurried into the office she shared with the first and second junior assistants. "Ashley, Station Commander Pollock wishes to see you right away," she told the blonde. Ashley looked up from her screen, paused to apply fresh lipstick and strutted past Christie to Pollock's office. When she got there, the Station Commander already had his cock out and told her to get her ass on his desk right now and spread her legs. "Now, I just need to do something about the fucking tea," said Christie to herself as she watched Ashley leave. "I think I can help with that," said Brook looking up from her screen. "The terrorists deleted a sub routine in the food synthesizer program, but the whole thing is written in Cobol 3D++ and like I told you, that is what I am studying. I wrote a new sub routine and we should have tea for his assholeship by mid afternoon." "Brook, I could kiss you," exclaimed Christie, "and matter of fact, I will." Christie walked over to where Brook was sitting, twirled her chair around,lifted the brownhaired girl to her feet and planted a kiss on her lips that went onfor several minutes with the prerequisite exchange of tongues and saliva." * * * "You two better not have fucked things up or you will be going for a space walk without a suit," snapped the voice over the audio only connection. Tex glanced over at his partner Mex and they shared a worried look. "It is just coincidence, or they were mixing their joy pills and that isn't our fault," he said doing his best not to whine. "Possibly," conceded the voice. "There are always some idiots who die when a new drug is introduced. Nobody ever reads the literature that comes with it about side effects and contradictions with other drugs. Still, three of our customers are now in comas in Medical and that isn't so bad except it has drawn the attention of security and possibly the Defender. Remember, we want at least most of our customers to live to become addicted and therefore repeat customers. Make sure to let me know if there are any more problems." The connection was broken and Tex and Mex exchanged another worried look. "Um, he was kidding right about providing literature on the proper use of the stuff wasn't he?" asked Mex. "No he wasn't you moron," replied Tex. "The penalties for misleading packaging are five times that of selling illegal drugs like the new Fantasy stuff we have been pushing." "I never saw no literature with the pills," protested Mex. "No one prints anything anymore," sneered Tex. "We are a paperless society. The information is on a microdot on the surface of the pill." He pulled out a small pink pill and held it up close to Mex's face. "See that little white dot? That is the microdot with all the information on the drug. It isn't our fault if our customers are too stupid to read it." "Yeah, not our fault at all," agreed Mex. "Er, but maybe we should have told the boss about that little miscalculation of ours?" "And maybe we should just cut our own throats and save him the trouble," retorted Tex. "Besides, what do you mean 'our' fault? It was you that got the proportions wrong when we mixed up that batch." "Hey, that could have happened to anyone," replied Mex. "Jeez, so I missed the 'm' and put in 30 grams instead of 30 milligrams of one ingrediant. It should just give them a bigger and better fantasy right?" Tex didn't reply and Mex was shocked when he looked over at his partner who was sitting there with a glassy eyed stare. Tex didn't hear his partner because suddenly his favourite hologram porn star had come into the room. Tanya Goodbody was a blonde with 38F boobs and the best ass in the galaxy. Tex watched as she sat down on the couch where Mex had been sitting, spread her legs and began to rub her clit while smiling at him. Tex had an instant hardon and fumbled to get his pants open so he could get at his cock to jerk off to the incredible sight in front of him. He had just started stroking when he felt a sharp pain in his right arm. He blinked and Tanya Goodbody disappeared to be replaced by Mex's ugly face peerring down at him. "What the fuck are you doing?" snarled Tex. "Where did Tanya go?" "There was never anyone here but me," replied Mex, "and man you freaked me out when you suddenly took your dick out and started to jerk off while looking at me. You were handling one of the pills with your bare hands and the moisture on your fingers must have dissolved it a bit and gave you a high. I injected a double dose of the counter agent into you to break you out of it." Tex looked down to where his hand was still wrapped around his hard cock. "Umm, maybe we better find a way to get the rest of those pills we sold off the market," he mumbled. "First though, I gotta take care of something," and holding up his pants with one hand he walked stiffly into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. * * * Nurse Heather Grham looked down at her newest patient and sighed. He was just like the other two and she glanced over at the comotose forms lying in the two adjoining beds. Well, at least their erections had finally gone down and weren't tenting the sheets anymore which was more than she could say about the newest patient. His dick was pointing straight up and his hand had a death grip on it. Heather put on fresh gloves and a mask and got a bowl of warm water and began to clean the cum from his body. She was trying to pry his fingers off his cock when it gave an unexpected spasm and a blob of cum shot from it and hit her on the forehead. "Fuck," she muttered and reached for a cloth to clean it away when she noticed Dr. Quinn come into the room. Heather blinked in surprise since the doctor appeared to be totally naked except for her short, white lab coat. "Dr. Quinn, what is going on?" she asked. "Call me Laura," said the doctor and playing with the top button on her lab coat shimmied her way over to Heather and ran a finger over the nurse's lips. "You know, I have always fancied you," said the doctor softly and she began to undo the buttons on the lab coat. R, really?" Heather stammered and gulped as she looked at the steadily increasing amount of cleavage that was appearing "Oh yes," said Laura as she undid a key button and her breasts popped out into view, each topped with an erect pink nipple that looked just as good as Heather had imagined they would. "Would you like to play with them?" asked the doctor with a seductive smile. Heather didn't trust her voice and merely nodded before reaching out to grasp one of those enticing boobs in each hand to gently squeeze them. "Mmmm, that feels so good," cooed Laura and then she reached out to start undoing Heather's top. "Let's get you naked sweetie, so we can have some real fun together." Heather continued to just nod and smile as she felt the soft, warm hands on her body and felt an orgasm already building up inside her from this simple touching. * * * "She only had a brief topical contact with a small amount of his semen, not the drug itself and you can see what it did to her," said Dr. Quinn as she stood beside the Defender in Medical. They were both watching through a glass window into the isolation room where a naked Heather Graham lay on a medical bed, furiously masturbating. "You can't get her to stop?" asked Christie, unable to take her eyes off the sight of the naked redhead with her legs spread wide and her hands between them. "I tried restraints, but I had to take them off since she was straining so hard I was afraid she was going to badly hurt herself," said Dr. Quinn. "I've got the drug isolated now, but there are a number of components in it and their chemical structures are quite complicated. I think some may actually be of alien origin, which is why no one has encountered this drug before." "It's called Fantasy?" asked Christie as she watched Heather arch her back and scream out another orgasm then immediately begin to rub her clit again. "Security Chief Allard says that is the word on the street," confirmed Dr. Quinn. "It is supposed to give you a high where your ultimate sexual fantasy seems to be coming true. He didn't want me to involve you, but I am not sure how seriously he is taking this or maybe he doesn't understand how serious it is. She might actually die from the condition." "She appears to be talking," observed Christie as she watched the woman's mouth move. "Maybe it will give us a clue or something," and she reached to flick on the intercom from the room. "No, it is just babbling," said Dr. Quinn hurriedly, but it was too late as Heather's voice came over the speaker clearly. "Oh yes, Laura that's it, lick my pussy," came Heather's voice. "Oh fuck, you really know how to make me cum with that tongue of yours. Keep licking my clit like a good little whore and make me cum again ..." Dr. Quinn flipped off the speaker and looked away hurriedly from the Defender. "Hmm,you are right," said Christie after a moment. "Just babble, I couldn't understand a word she said." Dr. Quinn shot the Defender a grateful look. "I am hoping if you can find the source that either they have an antidote or at least more details on the drug and how it works so I can formulate one. I might be able to find one on my own, but that could take weeks and who knows how many more people might be affected by then. The other three people are now in comas and I am not sure if they are going to pull through." * * * Patricia Knox was a shift manager at Plato's Cave, one of the top restaurants on the station and located on Level +46. Her boss was a total fucking asshole and most of the patrons were almost as bad. Her friend (hah!) Julie D'Angelo had the same job a Les Original on Level +50 and was always making snide remarks about how much better her place was and how much more it paid. Patricia couldn't take it anymore and so she sat down on her bed and took out the little pink pill and swallowed it with a glass of water. A few minutes later, her clit began to throb and grow and grow and grow. Patricia reached down and wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft of her new cock which was still growing. Damn, she would love to fuck Julie with this baby or maybe even her bastard of a boss. The thought of driving her cock into Jason Horn's ass or Julie's pussy made her tremble and her fingers began to slide up and down the smooth surface of her member. The cock continued to grow until it was touching the undersides of her breasts and all the while her fingers played over it. It felt so good, no wonder men were always jacking off at the first hint of cleavage or a nice ass in tight pants. Suddenly her first orgasm hit Patricia and her cock began to blast out massive shots of cum that splattered over her breasts and face. "Yummy," she moaned as she licked the warm goo from her lips and looked down proudly at the snake in her hands. Men also liked to get their cock sucked didn't they? What would that feel like. Well, there was only one way to find out she thought with a giggle and with some contortions she bent her body enough to allow her to take the first few inches of her cock in her mouth and begin to suck on it. It was just as wonerful and delicious as she had imagined. Her greatest fantasy was coming true finally. * * * Christie stepped out of the storage room on Level -42 and burped. She rubbed her full stomach and wiped a little bit of white goo from her lips with the back of her hand. Zork had not been able to tell her too much, but he had still pumped a huge load down her throat. He had given her the name of a small time pusher and where to find him. The hope was that this Wilson Maxwell could point her up the chain to the source of the new Fantasy drug given proper incentive. When there was no reply to Maxwells door buzzer on Level -44, Christie used her implant to ovveride the door lock and stepped inside. What good was having access to advanced technology if you didn't do the odd breaking and entering anyway? Allard might resent her involvement, but he would have required a warrant which a mere vigilante didn't. Christie turned on the room lights and it was immediately apparent that Maxwell had been sampling his own products as he lay on his back on his bed with his cock pointing at the ceiling and a large puddle of cum on the dirty sheets. His eyes had a glassy, catatonic look to them. Hoping her suit would protect her from accidently getting any of his spunk on her skin and ending up in the same condition,Christie slipped Maxwell's wrist communicator off and used her implant to hackinto it. It was nice of the pusher to keep track of his appointments for picups and deliveries. He had been using 1024 bit encryption with the new reverse coupled quantum subroutines, but unfortunately for him that technology had been created by the Protectors who had licensed it out so criminals would use it thinking they were safe while they had retained a back door into it. According to his calendar, Maxwell had made a pick-up two days ago and then several deliveries including one to Paul Smith and another to an unidentified person who worked at the Plato's Cave restaurant. Both deliveries had a "F" beside them which probably stode for Fantasy. Christie made a note to have checks run on all the Plato's Cave employees to make sure they were ok, but she was pretty sure they would find another one in a similar state to the nurse and Maxwell. Maxwell was due to make another pick-up in a few hours in a strip club on this same level. It looked like it was up to her to see he kept that appointment as Christie studied his face which was a little harder to do than normal with that dopey grin on it and his erect cock trying to distract her. Damn, he had both hands wrapped around the thing and there was still room to spare. Focus Christie, focus, she chided herself and looked resolutely away. A few minutes later, Maxwell or at least a holographically disguised version of him in all black pants and shirt left the apartment after making a call to Dr. Quinn to come pick up the original. Wicked Wanda's was your typical strip club with a stage at one end, a bar at the other and several dozen tables between the two. There was a large breasted stripper taking it off when Christie came in. She looked vaguely familiar and Christie realized she was one of those who had used some genetic manipulation and plastic surgery to make herself look like some past celebrity. Christie couldn't quite place her though. Margret Thatcher perhaps, or Pamela Anderson, one of those two she thought. She was really going to have to work on her history. What was that old saing again? Those who didnt know their history were going to enjoy it all over again? Christie stopped at the token machine and used Maxwell's wrist communicator to buy some of the pseudo paper credits that places like this used and then found a table close to the stage. She didnt know what Maxwell's contacts looked like, so she was counting on them to find her. In the meantime, she wanted to blend in and she rather suspected Maxwell was a bit of a ladies man or at least fancied himself so. When the stripper came close enough, she peeled off a hundred credit token and reached out to stuff it in her panties, making sure to cop just the right amount of a feel for her donation. She must have judged it right since the woman gave her a big smile and a wink before twirling away. Christie was startled a few minutes later after the stripper had finished when she reappeared in a skimpy lemon yellow bikini and promptly plopped herself on her lap and gave Christie a long kiss on the lips. "Oh Maxie darling, it is so good to see you!" she said breathlessly when she finally broke the kiss. Not knowing what else to do, Christie had returned the kiss and now with the woman sitting in her lap, reached around and grabbed one of her boobs in eachhand. It seemed like the thing to do and it also seemed the woman expected it as she settled back, pressing herself tighter against Christie's chest. The Defender wracked her brain trying to remember the name that had been on the screen by the stage when she had sat down which had identified the performer for anyone who wanted to tip, but was sitting too far from the stage. "Good to see you again too Becky," she ventured and tweaked a nipple with each hand. "Ahhhhh," moaned Becky softly and turned her head so she could whisper in Christie's ear. "So how much is it worth for me not to scream about you being a fucking imposter?" Christie stiffened, but kept groping the woman's boobs. "I don't know what you are talking about dear," she whispered back. "Hah! My Maxie would have a hardon five seconds after I sat on his lap and I don't feel anything pressing into my ass. Besides Maxie doesn't have a huge set of knockers like those I feel pressing against my back. Finally he doesn't kiss as good as you or wear clothes that clean. Now, if I was to make a guess, I might guess your real name so to speake starts with a 'D'." "Sharp girl," replied Christie and cursed herself for forgetting that her hologram disguise was only optical and anyone making such intimate contact as Becky was doing would immediately know the difference. As for Becky's guess about her real identity, it seemed Becky was not the dumb bimbo stripper she might pretend to be for the suckers with tokens. "What would my little birdiee like not to go cheep cheep?" Christie asked, still in a whisper while nibbling on Becky's earlobe. "Well, first is Maxie ok?" Becky Asked as she guided one of Christie's hands under her bikini top to rest directly on her breast. "Um, hes probably in Medical by now," replied Christie and she went onhurriedly when she felt Becky stiffen. "Not my doing. He took some kind of new drug and I found him and called for help for him." "That's good," said Becky relaxing again. "Oh hell Maxie is a jerk to be honest, but he has always treated me ok you know? No rough stuff and he wasn't stingy with his money. I kind of figured he was dealing stuff, but I never pressed him on it and he probably would be stupid enough to try anything new. I heard rumours about this new Fantasy stuff going around too." "It is why I am here," murmered Christie as she slipped her other hand into Becky's bottom and stroked her clit. "He was to meet his supplier here tonight and I want to shut that shit down before it kills someone." "Well Amen to that then," replied Becky. "You are also a lot better with your hands than Maxie is too. Look, just give me some more tokens and I will bugger off and not blow your cover. I think I see the two guys that Maxie is often talking too coming in the door." "Maxie is luckier than he deserves," whispered Christie and handed Becky the rest of the tokens she had. "I am hoping these guys have an antidote for Fantasy. If you go to Medical to see Maxie, tell Dr. Quinn I sent you or she might not let you in to visit him." Becky nodded, gave Christie another long kiss on the mouth and walked away wiggling her ass to advertise her wares to any other customer who needed a little attention. Christie glanced at the pair that Becky had indicated and smiled to herself. It was none other than her old friends Tex and Mex and maybe this time she could get a little payback. She was also pretty sure that neither of the pair was likely to sit in her lap like Becky had done and give away her disguise. "Yo Maxie, what's up?" asked Tex sitting down at the table with Christie and then looking towards the stage where a woman with light brown skin was just taking her top off and displaying an impressive set of tits. "I got a bit of a bone to pick with you," growled Christie, her implant making her voice huskier and hopefully enough like Maxwell to fool Tex and his buddy Mex who was also leering at the new stripper. "Hey Mex isnt that your sister? snickered Tex to his buddy. "Nah, my sister's boobs ain't half that big," replied Mex as he continued to stare at the stage. "So, what's your beef? Tex said, turning now to look at Christie. "Two of my customers are in Medical after using that new crap you gave me to peddle," said Christie. "That isn't good for business. Dead customers are no fucking good to me." "Yeah, well sorry about that, said Tex. "Actually we came to see you about that stuff. There was a mistake made about the strength, so we are recalling it. You can have your money back or wait and we will replace it with new stuff with say an extra tenpercent for your trouble." While Tex was talking, Mex had produced some tokens and gestured the stripper closer. He stuffed the low denomination tokens in her panties and got a slap for his attempt to take a high denomination feel. Christie grunted. "You want to do the exchange here?" "Nah too public, replied Tex. "Let's go take a walk down a quiet corridor where I know the security cameras aren't working." "Fine," agreed Christie. "By the way is there an antidote for that shit" "Yeah," said Tex. "I'll give you a dose since you might need it if you are handling that stuff. It is pretty fucking potent, you don't even want to handle the stuff with your bare hands." "It would have beenfucking nice to know that before you gave it to me to peddle," growled Christie as she got up and followed the pair out of the club. They walked a little ways until they came to a small side corridor with half the lights not working. "Give me the old stuff," said Tex as Mex stood a few feet away keeping lookout. Christie reached into her pants pocket to fish out the container with the pink pills she had found on Maxwell. As she did so, she triggered her costume to switch back to normal and dropped the hologram disguise leaving Tex gaping at the Defender standing right in front of him. "Surprise asshole," said Christie and punched him hard in the gut,, doubling him over. "That's for chloroforming and fucking me last time." Mex swung around at the sound of the commotion and the words. He reached for a weapon, but Christie did a spin kick and caught him on the jaw sending him flying backwards to crash into a wall where he slid down unconscious. Turning back to Tex, Christie took great pleasure in applying a right hook to his nose which made a pleasant SPLAT sound as it broke and finished him off with a left to his temple. * * * Christie gave a sigh of relief when she got home to her little apartment. It was late and she needed some sleep badly before having to get up and go back to work in a few hours. Security Chief Allard had been his usual grouchy self when she had called him to pick up Tex and Mex. He had been mollified somewhat by her presenting him with most of the batch of bad pills that the two pushers had already recovered and had on them. Dr. Quinn had been estatic to get the antidote which she quickly replicated and gave to all those who had been affected. Nurse Grham had woken up looking very embarrassed, but otherwise fine as were the others. Christie started to remove her costume and felt something in her pocket she had not expected. It was Maxwell's wrist communicator which she had forgotten to give Allard. Well, she could do that tomorrow and then she noticed the bit of a pink pill which had somehow clung to it and was now resting against her bare skin. Fuck. "Hey there sexy," said a voice and Christie looked up to see herself standing there. Her duplicate was dressed in her costume as well, but her visor wasn't opaque and the front of her top was undone so her boobs were just about falling out. "Who are you?" asked Christie, knowing it was a stupid question even as she asked it. "I'm you silly, or at least your subconscious," rplied the duplicate Christie. "That's ridiculous," snapped Christie. "I know what my ultimate sexual fantasy is and it isn't me!" The duplicate shrugged and this caused her boobs to pop completely out of her costume. "You're right, but work with me on this. Our implant is protecting us from the full effects of the drug and willneutralize it in a few hours without the antidote. Because of that, I couldn't go deep enough to pull out our nastiest fantasy, so this is going to have to do. So are you just going to stand there staring at your boobs or are you going to get naked and have some fun while it lasts?" Christie shrugged and began to strip off her uniform. By the time she was naked, so was her duplicate and they wrapped their arms around each other and began to kiss as their boobs and pussies pressed perfectly into each other. Sleep is highly overrated, thought Christie as she and the duplicate fell into bed and began to make love. The End