Wesley Crusher: Teenage Fuck Machine
By Kitty Glitter
And that’s where Wesley Crusher came in. In the girl’s mouth, stifling the scream caused by the tiny barbs that encircled the tip of Meow Solo’s penis.
The barbs scraped against her rectal walls, tearing out chunks of flesh as the feline pilot extraordinaire withdrew his penis from her virgin ass.
“What is the meaning of this?” said Captain Picard.
Wesley stopped his fucking and turned around to look directly at none other than Captain Jean Luc Picard.
“Sup Picard?” said Wesley.
“An orgy aboard the holodeck?” shouted Picard, “This is an outrage!”
Prof. Moriarty suddenly materializes in front of Picard brandishing a silver pistol and shoots the Captain in his balls.
Picard collapses to the floor screaming in agony.
“Your days of blathering on are over Picard,” said Moriarty, “now call that guy with the beard and tell him Moriarty said he was filthy animal.”
“RIKER!” screamed Picard, “You are of course referring to Will Riker, one of the finest officers I have ever served with.”
Wesley and Meow Solo stepped off he girl and pulled their skintight pants up.
“Whatevs Picard,” said Wesley, “nobody cares who you served with, the Enterprise is totally doomed. I filled this chamber up with space gas.”
“NO!” cried Picard.
“Meow Solo, go get the SHO ready!”
“Sure Wes,” said Meow Solo as he ran from the holodeck chamber.
“Moriarty c’mon let’s go!” said Wesley.
“Unfortunately sir Wesley I do not exist outside the confines of the holodeck,” said Moriarty.
“Whatevs,” said Wesley as he pressed a bunch of random buttons on the wall, “I’m Wesley Crusher!”
Moriarty stepped out of the holodeck, “OMG! I am real now, this rules!”
“Okay guys,” said Wesley, “When I light this match the whole Enterprise is gonna go kaboom!”
“We’ve got room for seven in the SHO. Me, Meow, Mary-Sue, the two other girls, Moriarty and…”
“Wait, take me with you yo,” said Geordi Laforge as he ran into the chamber.
“Yo Geordi, what’s up?” said Wesley, “of course you can come. Let’s split!”
So Wesley Crusher, the three girls, Moriarty, and Geordi Laforge ran down to the loading dock and boarded the Taurus SHO. The SHO was the fastest ship in the galaxy; Meow Solo claimed it made the Lesben Run in under sixty-nine parclits.
“I am Captain Jean Luc Picard!” screamed Captain Picard as the lit match Wesley had thrown behind him ignited the space gas in the chamber.
The SHO shot off into space just as the Enterprise exploded, vaporizing Picard, the entire crew of the Enterprise, and even Wesley’s own mother Dr. Bev Crusher.
“Listen guys,” said Moriarty, “I am a professor of Mathematics, if we stay within eighty diameters of that explosion there is a seventy-three percent chance that the aftershocks could trigger an explosion inside our space gas tanks.”
“Speak English!” screamed Meow Solo.
“In laymen’s terms,” said Moriarty, “we must go faster!”
“Don’t worry professor,” said Meow Solo, “I’ve never made a run in less than sixty-nine parclits.”
“So you claim,” said Moriarty as he pulled a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and proceeded to mop his brow.
“Uh oh guys,” said Meow Solo.
“What?” said Wesley.
“I just checked the meter. We need space gas now!”
“We can’t pull over around here,” said Wesley.
“Why not?” said Geordi.
“It’s a Borg neighborhood. We’ll get totally assimilated.”
“Unfortunately my good Wesley,” said Moriarty, “we are going to have to take that risk. I just used my mathematics to check the meter and Meow Solo is correct. We are running on empty.”
Meow Solo pulled off the intergalactic exit and stopped at a Circle-K.
“Man oh man,” said Wesley as they
By Kitty Glitter
And that’s where Wesley Crusher came in. In the girl’s mouth, stifling the scream caused by the tiny barbs that encircled the tip of Meow Solo’s penis.
The barbs scraped against her rectal walls, tearing out chunks of flesh as the feline pilot extraordinaire withdrew his penis from her virgin ass.
“What is the meaning of this?” said Captain Picard.
Wesley stopped his fucking and turned around to look directly at none other than Captain Jean Luc Picard.
“Sup Picard?” said Wesley.
“An orgy aboard the holodeck?” shouted Picard, “This is an outrage!”
Prof. Moriarty suddenly materializes in front of Picard brandishing a silver pistol and shoots the Captain in his balls.
Picard collapses to the floor screaming in agony.
“Your days of blathering on are over Picard,” said Moriarty, “now call that guy with the beard and tell him Moriarty said he was filthy animal.”
“RIKER!” screamed Picard, “You are of course referring to Will Riker, one of the finest officers I have ever served with.”
Wesley and Meow Solo stepped off he girl and pulled their skintight pants up.
“Whatevs Picard,” said Wesley, “nobody cares who you served with, the Enterprise is totally doomed. I filled this chamber up with space gas.”
“NO!” cried Picard.
“Meow Solo, go get the SHO ready!”
“Sure Wes,” said Meow Solo as he ran from the holodeck chamber.
“Moriarty c’mon let’s go!” said Wesley.
“Unfortunately sir Wesley I do not exist outside the confines of the holodeck,” said Moriarty.
“Whatevs,” said Wesley as he pressed a bunch of random buttons on the wall, “I’m Wesley Crusher!”
Moriarty stepped out of the holodeck, “OMG! I am real now, this rules!”
“Okay guys,” said Wesley, “When I light this match the whole Enterprise is gonna go kaboom!”
“We’ve got room for seven in the SHO. Me, Meow, Mary-Sue, the two other girls, Moriarty and…”
“Wait, take me with you yo,” said Geordi Laforge as he ran into the chamber.
“Yo Geordi, what’s up?” said Wesley, “of course you can come. Let’s split!”
So Wesley Crusher, the three girls, Moriarty, and Geordi Laforge ran down to the loading dock and boarded the Taurus SHO. The SHO was the fastest ship in the galaxy; Meow Solo claimed it made the Lesben Run in under sixty-nine parclits.
“I am Captain Jean Luc Picard!” screamed Captain Picard as the lit match Wesley had thrown behind him ignited the space gas in the chamber.
The SHO shot off into space just as the Enterprise exploded, vaporizing Picard, the entire crew of the Enterprise, and even Wesley’s own mother Dr. Bev Crusher.
“Listen guys,” said Moriarty, “I am a professor of Mathematics, if we stay within eighty diameters of that explosion there is a seventy-three percent chance that the aftershocks could trigger an explosion inside our space gas tanks.”
“Speak English!” screamed Meow Solo.
“In laymen’s terms,” said Moriarty, “we must go faster!”
“Don’t worry professor,” said Meow Solo, “I’ve never made a run in less than sixty-nine parclits.”
“So you claim,” said Moriarty as he pulled a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and proceeded to mop his brow.
“Uh oh guys,” said Meow Solo.
“What?” said Wesley.
“I just checked the meter. We need space gas now!”
“We can’t pull over around here,” said Wesley.
“Why not?” said Geordi.
“It’s a Borg neighborhood. We’ll get totally assimilated.”
“Unfortunately my good Wesley,” said Moriarty, “we are going to have to take that risk. I just used my mathematics to check the meter and Meow Solo is correct. We are running on empty.”
Meow Solo pulled off the intergalactic exit and stopped at a Circle-K.
“Man oh man,” said Wesley as they
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