Robin Lefler

The Deltan (You haven’t bothered asking her name or rank) leads you to main engineering. She says nothing but you can feel her humiliation at walking around with fresh cum dripping off her face. Once a room no bigger than a cupboard with a dated warp engine squeezed in, engineering is now a cavernous space with the latest in vertical warp cores humming to itself. You note with approval that the staff is made up entirely of women and there’s a good mix of old and new uniforms.

The deltan woman disappears, probably eager to evade any more of your attention. No matter, you make a mental note to find her later and fuck her in the most public area you can. Things improve further when you spot the chief engineer: Robin Lefler, all the way from the 24th century. You guess that when you snapped away all the men on the ship you subconsciously replaced them with women you would like to bang. You think it's a little odd that an ensign is now chief engineer but at least it's not as ridiculous as making one first officer or something stupid like that.

Anyway, Ensign Robin Lefler chief engineer of the Green. Cute, brunette and with a body that looks like it was poured into her uniform/swimsuit. She's looking at you with a raised eyebrow. Thanks to your latest reality modifications she's now aware that you're not wearing pants but there's nothing she can do about it.

"Crewman. Are you here with orders or are you just here to fuck around?"

There's a slight judgemental tone to her voice. You're sure you can cure her of that.

"No ensign I don't have any orders. I was face fucking your Deltan crewmate who happened to mention she was late for her shift here. I decided to tag along and see what juicy snatches I could plunder"

"Well… there's nothing we can do to stop you pervert. Try not to get in the way of our work. One wrong move here and you could kill us all. Why don't you go and disrupt some other department?"

You don't bother replying, you can easily snap your fingers and fix anything that goes wrong so you're not worried. You stalk behind Lefler and admire her ass. She tries to ignore you and get on with her work. You're not sure if you're enjoying your fleshlights having a personality. Smack! You land a healthy smack on her juicy rear. She grunts a little as your hand connects but gives no other indication you are there. You admire the red hand mark that is appearing on her pretty bottom. Smack! Smack! She tenses up but otherwise doesn't react. You thread your hands into the bottom of her uniform and pull upward. Not only does Lefler get an uncomfortable wedgie, her slowly reddening ass is now fully exposed for your attention, her bunched up uniform gathers in her ass crack.

What a lovely sight. Smack! Smack smack!

"Please… ugh. Please don't ow! Don't spank ugh! Spank me like this Infront of my staff!"

"What's that? Spank you Infront of your staff? Well if you insist"

You continue to tan her hide despite her protests. Worried looking engineers pass from time to time but all are powerless to intervene.