A Horny Horde

“Fucking dammit, Computer End Program,” you shout as you run through the Star Fleet style corridors, dodging lunging bodies and grasping hands. The hallway was filled with battle damage with panels falling out of place, smashed monitors, and broken walls. Oh and the horde of naked and half dressed people everywhere.

“Come back, it's only logical for us to mate,” growled a disheveled Vulcan ensign with half her uniform unbuttoned. Half a second later she was shoved out of the way of another Vulcan ensign.

“No! It is only reasonable for us to mate!” A swarm of Vulcan ensigns were either fighting each other or chasing you however they could. All in an effort to get a piece of you, one way or another.

“Get away from our booty!” Ordered a short haired Orion as she ran at you from the other end of the corridor. This Orion pirate leader was in a leather and skimpy pirate outfit that was mainly a crop top and bikini bottom. Many of the Orions had skimpier and less practical versions of their already skimpy outfits.

You stopped your flight from the Pon-Farr experiencing Vulcans as the Orion pirates brandished weapons and disruptors. You had Orions in front of you and Vulcans behind and to your side.

“No! They will take my mate away from me. We need to work together to stop them,” a hairband wearing Vulcan suggested as she readied a phaser. Several of the Vulcan girls stopped their fighting and/or crawled out of jefferies tubes or side hallways to form up with the Vulcan now known as T’Hairband.

“I believe you are referring to my mate!” A tall Vulcan with a lieutenant’s pips long flowing hair gnashed her teeth as she cleaned off her lirpa before composing herself. “But your logic is reasonable, we cannot claim James while the Orions are still on board. Repel boarders, ensigns!”

Seeing the coming clash, you looked around quickly and dove for a jefferies tube where you crawled away as fast as you could as the Orion and Vulcan forces clashed and tried to follow you.

“Move your big ass out of my way!” Demanded a light green Orion as she tried to **** her way into the tube. She was stopped by another Orion and three Vulcan girls all trying to follow you at the same time.

“My posterior is the mathematically perfect size to attract the attention of males,” replied one of the Vulcans as she tried to push the Orion out of the tube. One of the other Vulcans and an Orion nodded their heads in agreement.

“I say again, computer end program or at least open the arch,” you order while crawling through the tubes away from the battle. You wince a bit at a burn on your arm, a particularly phaser happy ensign tried to stun you. The malfunctioning holodeck safeties prevented you from getting stunned but you still received a severe burn from it.

After the game session, you had brought most of your harem into the holodeck built into part of the cargo hold (you knew that the cargo hold looked smaller than it should have been) so that they could experience some of the antics that you and Starfire and your old friends got up to.

Right around the foam room prank on the visiting Vulcan Science Academy girls (on a tour of an Oberth-class ship) was when the holodeck started to get strange. Several of the Vulcan girls started to get handsy and soon after the third girl was when they turned…vicious. Then your harem got separated from you by a dozen different holographic invaders and rapidly shifting scenery until it settled.

Normally, you would love the attention but these holographic versions were a lot more violent and were damaging the holoship just trying to get to you and your harem.

“Sorry! I don’t know what’s causing the problem. It might be some of the isolinear relays are corrupted or the drivers are outdated,” Gogo said through the comms while head deep in the holodeck’s access panel. Gogo had escaped getting trapped due to working on some ship maintenance.

“Please tell me the others are alright,” you begged her while continuing your crawl. Gogo looked at a monitor.

“Well I’ll say they're having a better time than you,” she replied. You let out a deep breath in relief.

“Good,” you sighed before putting on a brave face. “If that changes, you have my permission to blow the arch open. You could probably make explosives with stuff from the replicator or just use a plasma torch from engineering.”

“Let’s not blow holes in the ship,” Hera chimed in. “I’m picking up some Federation signals, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but should we reach out to them for help?” You pause for a moment but quickly get moving again as you hear horny vulcan sounds getting closer.

“Sure, just tell them an enemy jumble type holodeck malfunction and they'll know how serious the problem could be,” you reply.

“Got it, Hera, out.” You smile a bit, sure that whichever StarFleet personnel answers the call will know how to help your harem and you out.