A quiet evening

The girls finally made it back from classes for the day. Both were pretty much exhausted. "Wow! That was a lot to thrust on us in one day!" Hazel exclaimed.

Giz turned to her as she opened the door to their room. "Don't worry, it'll get easier. I'm sure of it. I don't know about you, but I'm beat. I think I'll change and watch Star Trek Deeper Than Space."

Hazel gave her a bright smile. "You like that show too?"

"What's not to like? My favorite character is Mr Spork! do you have a favorite?"

"well, I'd have to say I like them all. But I also lean more toward Mr Spork. I like Doctor McJoy too. I think he's funny!"

"Well, come on," Giz beckoned to her. "We're wasting time. Last one out of their clothes, and on the couch is a rotten egg!"

The girls both made quick work of their clothes, opting to keep their underwear on with a long, baggy tee shirt. Giz got an eyeful of Hazel for the first time. "Haze, I want you bad! You have a killer body, and great taste in underwear. I think I'm in love!"

"Hmm, Haze? I kind of like that better than Hazel. Call me that again, sexy."

"Haze," repeated Giz in her sexiest voice. "But come on! We're missing the show!" She grabbed Hazel by the hand, and sat her on the sofa. Then she turned on the TV.

"Spork! Over here!" called out Doctor McJoy. "I found the Captain!"

Spork quickly hurried over to where McJoy was standing over an **** Captain Clerk. His pants were down around his ankles. Spork immediately began to take readings with his tricorder. "He is all right Doctor. But I am getting some anomalous readings from his rectum."

"What do you mean Spork?"

"Apparently Doctor, our good Captain has screwed one too many aliens for his own good. They deposited a cache of eggs in his rectum after he was done fucking them."

"This is bad, Spork! wat ae we going to do?

"Relax Doctor. My tricorder readings show the eggs can be neutralized with a ribidium suppository."

"Well, that's good news!" McJoy exclaimed. "I have those handy in my med kit."

"The location of the egg sack is pretty far up in his rectum, Doctor. You're going to have to push it in much farther than you normally do."

"So what do you suggest, Spork?"

Spork raised his eyebrows, and said very matter-of-factly, "You have a penis, Doctor. Use it. There is very little time left before they hatch!"

" Dammit Spork! I'm a Doctor, not a Gay rights activist!"

Suddenly, a loud knock came at their dorm door. "Aww! Just when it was getting good!" Hazel complained. "I'll get it. Just tell me what happens."

(Disclaimer: No alien egg sacks were deposited deep into anyone's rectum during the writing of this chapter. However, the author is almost certain a few women out there were lounging around in sexy underwear and baggy tee shirts. The author has quite a dirty mind. Any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Until next chapter, happy reading everyone!)