He's waist deep in trouble

“Captain's Log Stardate I don’t know; I was previously hiding in a recreation of the cetacean ops of the Oberth class ship the Oregano before I had to flee from a group of jealous Klingons. My current situation is that I am being chased by several holographic hordes of half naked females of a variety of species among other threats. I have been caught approximately three times by groups of an average size of four so far and only escaped after satisfying those groups.” You said into your cell phone’s recording app. You had gained the sudden urge to record a log partway through the chase.

“Hey! Who told you to slow down.” Glared the curvy Bajoran underneath you. She had really short brown hair, green eyes, and an adorable nose that belied her aggressive attitude.You had temporarily hid inside cetacean ops after leaving the jefferies tubes but then found what looked like a Bajoran-style living quarters. The woman resting inside had immediately tossed you on to her bed while complaining ‘about time you got there’ and then stripped before you could do a runner. Figuring that it would be best to enjoy it for now, you had complied while none of the roving bands of horny women found the room.

“Sorry Honeybun.” You responded before you sped up pumping your dick into her tight pussy.

“Anyways, so far the Klingon women have been the gentlest while the Bajorans have sprained several of my bones so far. Thank you Kratos for my pain tolerance. End log.” You end the recording and toss your phone to Honeybun’s side to focus on pumping her full of baby batter.

“Is your name *grunt* really Honeybun?” You panted as Honeybun’s pussy tightened around your dick. You **** a bit as she reaches up and grabs your throat to pull you close.

“I earned that nickname in the resistance after I seduced and distracted a Cardassian officer while smuggling explosives hidden in pastries,” Honeybun gloated before she licked your ear. “That military base didn’t know what hit them.”

She let go of your throat before rolling the two of you over and lifting herself off of you much to your relief. She gave you a sinister look as she stood up and sauntered over to her closet. “Wait there, I have a few toys I’ve been WAITING to use on you.” You were already leaping to your feet as she turned around with a cattle prod in one hand and a spiked dildo in the other. You snatch up your cell phone and your pants as you run towards the door.

“Wait, come back! Compute—” Honeybun shouted but you didn’t hear the rest. The door to her room had closed and you had taken a left turn into what you thought would be a supply closet with jefferies tube access. Instead, you ran headlong into a bar where at least twelve Orions and fifteen Vulcan women were brawling. You skid to a stop and stared at the brawl while the combatants paused, staring at you.

“Sorry, wrong room!” You exclaim, twisting around to run back the way you came. Only for you to have to back up as both a Vulcan with a lirpa and a Orion with sharp knives and random spikes.

“Or maybe not.” You say nervously, really upset that you couldn’t use the holographic plants in the corner with your powers.

“Get him!”

As the ladies dropped their weapons and surged at you, you had a thought, ‘Hera better have gotten help.’