m'ress (star trek) directed by gridanon
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A lost episode of Star Trek TAS!

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In the flickering glow of the observation lounge aboard the USS Enterprise, where stars streaked by like whispered secrets in the void, Lieutenant M'Ress found herself in a reality that defied logic—a pocket universe born from a temporal anomaly, a glitch in the multiverse that the ship's sensors had dubbed "Universe 63." It was here, in this mirrored echo of her own existence, that she encountered him: M'Rath, her male counterpart, a towering Caitian with the same luxurious orange-tan fur, the same piercing golden eyes that burned with feline intensity, and a mane that cascaded like a wild river down his broad shoulders. He wore the red operations uniform just as she did, but his was stretched taut over muscles honed by alternate adventures, his tail swishing with a predatory grace that made her pulse quicken.

M'Ress had beamed into this anomaly during a routine scan, her communicator chirping warnings that dissolved into static. Now, alone with this version of herself—gender-swapped, Rule 63 incarnate—she felt an electric pull, a magnetic curiosity that ignited every nerve. "What... what are you?" she purred, her voice a soft rumble, laced with the signature Caitian trill that vibrated through her chest.

M'Rath's lips curled into a fanged grin, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, the scent of him filling the air—a musky, earthy aroma mingled with the faint ozone of starship recyclers and the spice of Caitian pheromones. "I'm you, kitten," he growled low, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "The you that could have been. And in this universe, we don't waste time on questions." His paw-like hand reached out, claws retracted but teasingly grazing her uniform's collar, the fabric whispering as it parted under his touch.

She gasped, her tail flicking involuntarily, brushing against his thigh. The lounge was dim, lit only by the viewport's cosmic panorama—nebulae swirling in pinks and blues, a distant planet's ring system glittering like jewels. The hum of the warp engines thrummed through the deck plates, a steady bass that matched the accelerating beat of her heart. M'Ress felt heat pooling in her core, her fur standing on end as his fingers traced lower, unzipping her uniform with deliberate slowness. The cool recycled air kissed her exposed skin, her nipples hardening instantly, pert and pink against her creamy underfur.

"Oh, stars," she murmured, her voice husky, purring deeper as he peeled the red fabric down her shoulders, revealing her full, heaving breasts. They bounced free, and M'Rath's eyes devoured them, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He leaned in, his mane tickling her neck as he nuzzled her, inhaling her scent—sweet like vanilla orchids from Cait, mixed with the arousal that now perfumed the air between them.

"You're perfect," he rumbled, his voice a velvet thunder that resonated in her bones. One hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple with exquisite pressure, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. She arched into him, her claws digging into his uniform as she tugged it open, exposing his chiseled chest, fur matted slightly with sweat that carried a salty tang. The taste of him flooded her senses when she leaned forward, licking a stripe up his neck, savoring the warm, musky flavor that made her mouth water.

Their uniforms pooled at their feet like discarded inhibitions, the fabric rustling softly against the carpeted floor. M'Rath's erection strained free, thick and ridged with subtle barbs—a Caitian trait that promised ecstasy bordering on agony. It throbbed against her thigh, hot and velvet-smooth, pre-cum beading at the tip with a glistening sheen. M'Ress wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat in her palm. "Mmm, you're so hard for me," she purred, her eyes half-lidded, tail wrapping around his leg possessively.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her body, his hips bucking into her grip. "And you're dripping for me, aren't you?" His hand slid down her belly, fingers parting her slick folds, finding her clit swollen and begging. She mewled, a high-pitched yowl that echoed off the bulkheads, as he circled it with expert precision, drawing out her wetness in sticky strands that cooled on her inner thighs.

The scent of their arousal thickened the air, a heady cocktail that made her head spin. M'Rath lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the viewport. The glass was cold against her back, a stark contrast to the fire building inside her, stars blurring as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Ready to feel what it's like to fuck yourself?" he teased, his breath ragged, fangs grazing her shoulder.

"Yes! Oh, yes, Universe 63 is the best!" she cried, echoing the wild abandon of the moment, her voice breaking into a purr as he thrust in—deep, filling her completely. The ridges along his cock dragged against her inner walls, stimulating every sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure exploding through her. She clenched around him, her body welcoming the intrusion with a gush of wetness that slicked their joining, the wet slap of flesh on flesh punctuating each movement—"Plap! Plap! Plap!"—like rhythmic percussion in their private symphony.

He set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward with feral intensity, his tail intertwining with hers in a twisting dance. The lounge filled with sounds: her moans rising in pitch, his grunts low and commanding, the creak of the viewport under their weight, the distant whoosh of passing asteroids. Sweat beaded on their fur, salty droplets trickling down her cleavage, which he lapped up greedily, his rough tongue rasping over her nipple, sucking hard enough to make her vision white out.

"Ah! M'Rath, deeper—purrrr!" she demanded, claws raking down his back, leaving red trails in his fur that only spurred him on. The friction built, her first orgasm crashing over her like a supernova—her body convulsing, inner muscles spasming around him in rhythmic waves, milking his cock as she yowled, the sound raw and primal. Pleasure radiated from her core, tingling through her limbs, her toes curling, tail thrashing wildly. Juices squirted around him, soaking their thighs, the scent sharp and intoxicating.

But he didn't stop. "That's one, kitten. Let's make it unforgettable," he growled, flipping her around to face the stars, bending her over the console. The controls beeped faintly under her palms, ignored as he re-entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, claws pricking just enough to heighten the sensation. The new angle hit her G-spot relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves up her spine. She tasted blood where she bit her lip, the metallic tang mixing with the lingering flavor of his skin on her tongue.

The air grew hotter, their breaths fogging the glass as he pounded into her, the "plap plap plap" growing louder, wetter. His hand snaked around, fingers rubbing her clit in furious circles, while his other teased her tail base—a erogenous zone that made her knees buckle. "Feel that? That's us, merged in ecstasy," he panted, his voice strained with restraint.

Her second orgasm built slower, a tidal wave gathering force, senses overwhelmed: the velvet slide of his cock, the musky heat enveloping them, the stars spinning in her vision, the taste of sweat as she licked her lips. It hit her with shattering force—she screamed, body arching, pussy clenching so tight it pulled a roar from him. Waves of bliss pulsed through her, her fur bristling, every nerve alight as she came undone, squirting again in hot spurts that dripped down her legs.

Still, he persisted, creative in his intensity, pulling out only to spin her onto the lounge couch, her back sinking into the plush cushions that smelled faintly of replicated leather. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue delving deep, lapping at her oversensitive folds with long, flat strokes. The taste of her—sweet and tangy—drove him wild, his purrs vibrating against her clit as he sucked it between his fangs, nipping gently.

"Oh, fuck—yes, eat me out!" she begged, hands tangling in his mane, pulling him closer. The sensation was electric, his tongue rough like sandpaper yet precise, flicking and swirling until her third orgasm ripped through her, a quick, intense burst that left her trembling, thighs clamping around his head, flooding his mouth with her essence.

M'Rath rose, lips glistening, and entered her again, this time slow and deep, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. He kissed her fiercely, sharing her taste on his tongue, a messy clash of fangs and lips that drew blood-tinged moans. "You're incredible—tight, wet, perfect," he murmured between thrusts, building speed once more.

The fourth orgasm crept up as he angled just right, ridges catching her walls, his fingers pinching her nipples. She felt it in every fiber—the burn in her muscles, the roar in her ears, the cosmic fire in her veins. "I'm coming—again—purrrr!" she wailed, body seizing, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her vision exploding in colors as she clamped down, pulling him over the edge with her.

He roared, thrusting deep one final time, spilling inside her in hot, pulsing jets that filled her to overflowing, their mingled scents peaking in a crescendo. They collapsed together, panting, tails entwined, the universe outside a blur as aftershocks rippled through her—multiple peaks echoing in her core, leaving her sated, boneless, in this forbidden paradise of Universe 63.

As the anomaly began to fade, pulling them apart, M'Ress whispered, "If only we could stay..." But the memory of that incredible union—senses ablaze, bodies in perfect harmony—would linger, a secret purr in her soul forever.

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