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ireallyamabear · 1 year

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The choice to put Una Chin-Reily on a Starfleet recruitment poster in the late 2370s seems a nod to the extraordinary person she is and her exemplary service, but Boimler’s enthusiasm for her as a personal hero cannot mask the fact of what Starfleet execs are really doing here: while it is Starfleet tradition to honour esteemed personnel from its centuries of history, we have to look at the poster as a product of its time: it seems clear that, shortly after the devastating death toll and the rapid militarisation of the Dominion War, putting a prominent figure of the Great Exploration Age - and notedly someone who had not served in the Klingon War - as the poster person for Starfleet is an indictment that contemporary young people of the Federation are not drawn to the service as it is in their time anymore.

Critically, Starfleet has to use somebody from a 120 years ago, a timeframe that would lap generations of even especially long lived member species like Vulcans or Denobulans, to attract new recruits. Boimler says himself that seeing Una as a representative and her motto - “Ad astra per aspera” was: “Uh, it was a really big reason why I joined.” Clearly there is a wealth of recognisable Starfleet officers from 2370 and onwards, but their entanglement in the Dominion War, or at least in the Borg threat makes them unsuitable as role models for people like Boimler who cannot help but associate these contemporaries with the horrors of war and intergalactic conflict. Thus, the retreat to a “safe” historical narrative, with Starfleet still being about peaceful exploration reflects the growing divide between the realities of a colonised galaxy, the ongoing need of new bodies to fill the posts on all those ships and space stations and the aspirations and values of young people today. In this essay I will question whether Starfleet can keep its promise of scientific integrity in the face of growing political unrest in the UFP and ask what “Number One” herself would have thought about-

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balltons · 2 months

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johnny w/ kitty!reader

johnny never really thought of himself to be a cat person, till garrick dropped you into him and simon’s lives. it took a while to get used to you, your reluctance to listen, how you would bother them to no end, and breaking all their shit (he remember when simon yanked you away from the shelf, blabbering curses and insults as you tried to push the big glass of all the dirt and sand they collected from their ops together).

still, someway somehow you wormed your way into their hearts, making room for yourself in this space that was supposed to home only them.

it’s been a month since you’ve become part of their family. currently, simon is out on a mission. reconnaissance, which isn’t long but its still enough to leave johnny aching and antsy. for once in their lives you’re not being a nuisance, making yourself scarce by staying trapped in your room. they spoil like you that, their pretty kitty.

now that he thinks about it, johnny hasn’t seen you for a long while. in fact, your food bowl remains untouched, all the meat and veggies he placed in there still there. you’re not known for disappearing for hours on end, clinging to their side or at least being in the same room as them.

did something bad happen to you? are you sick? do they need to take you to the vet? a million different questions run through his head as he walks over to your room, opening the door.

“kit?” he asks, looking through the dark room, his eyes adjusting almost immediately thanks to his training. the hallway light helps too, but he’s rather give himself the credit than some utility. as he opens the door wider, he can make out the small shape that is you under the sheets. it looks like you’re on all fours, and johnny prays you haven’t thrown up on your bed again.

he sighs, his shoulders dropping a bit knowing you’re alright. his hand reaches for blanket, and he clicks his tongue, “better nae hae barfed oan thos’ sheets kit, ah juist replaced them after a'” he states, pulling the blanket back, and nearly drops it as he does.

the sight before him isn’t at all what he expected to see. on one hand, he’s happy you didn’t throw up, but on the other..

you’re on all fours, though you’re on an elbow and the side of your cheek. since your body is angle, your, actually, johnny’s shirt is bunched up close to where your chest begins (he knows it’s his because he wore it when he went to the gym yesterday).

your shorts are gone, and he doesn’t have any time to wander where they are as he stares at the hand between your legs. you’re not even properly fingering yourself, your claws too long to try any penetration. instead, you just rub your clit furiously, frustrated mewls and whines displaying that it isn’t enough.

johnny’s heard about something like this happening to other cat owners, but they usually get spayed, or put them on suppressants. when gaz brought you to them, he assumed you were already fixed. turns out, he was wrong.

a loud whimper from your mouth draws johnny’s attention away from your pussy to your face, and his heart clenches at the sight of you all teary-eyed. it contrasts the neutral expression you display all the time, the only hint of emotion being the way your pupils dilate or shrink. how long have you been crying? he thinks it’s been a while, girls can’t get wet that easily in an hour (unless they’re with johnny or simon, if course).

“john-ny,” you struggle, and he nearly melts. it’s a rarity for you to speak, keeping your speech contained to little mewls and purrs. you only ever say something if you really need it, and from the looks of it, you need him.

he’s sitting on the bed by your head, hands coming up to cup your face and wipe the tears that leave your eye line. he forces you to sit on your knees, keeping it out of his line of view. as much as he’d like to stare, he needs to hear what you have to say first.

“a’m 'ere kit. ye dinnae git tae worry anymair just.. tell me whit's wrong,” he takes a deep breath in between, squeezing your face in an attempt to not squeeze something else. you continue to sniffle, looking up into his eyes. he has a hard time finding your irises, your eyes looking similar to the void rather than the pretty color he grew to know and love.

he notes how warm you are under him, and a part of him worries that you run a fever, till you begin to speak again, “h-hurts johnny, hurts’ lot,” you mumble, leaning further into his touch. he has half an idea where it could be hurting, but johnny’s just so eager to hear you speak, to watch your lips form around different words. “aye? where does it hurt, kit? kin ye tell me? show me?” he almost doesn’t hear himself, the sound of his blood pumping making him near deaf.

you give him a shy look, as if hesitant to let him help you. he’s about to reassure, tell you that it’s all okay and he’ll do anything to help, but then you lean back, sitting on your bum and spreading your legs. he can see just how wet you really are, the creamy arousal that coats your cunt, juices already staining the mattress. johnny’s jaw nearly drops, and he feels his arms hang heavy at his sides as he listens to you speak.

“been hurting so long..” you snivel, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, “i-i never felt like this ‘cause the vets always had meds and- and-“ johnny feels his heart grow tighter. you never experienced one? it has to be a lie. still, even if it is, it must’ve been a long time since you’ve been like.. this.

his eyes dart between your pussy and your face, wondering what he should do. he knows the easiest way is to help you, but something holds him back. for one thing, you’re a pet, not a person (even if you are technically half, johnny doesn’t like to think about the biology). it would be wrong to touch you like that. and even if it wasn’t, he’s a married man. simon has just begun to like you. he’s sure if he helped you, you’d become a stray the moment simon got home from deployment. doesn’t matter if johnny doesn’t tell him, the man can figure out near anything.

johnny sighs, repressing his own urges as he begins to get off the bed, “a’right, i’ll see if i kin head to th' vet real quick 'n' git some suppressants,” and he’s ready to leave at that. ready to close and lock the door on this forever.

but you just have to reach out with your wet hand, claws digging into his wrist.

“can’t wait, johnny,” you pout, looking up at him with those wet and pleasing eyes of yours, “need it now.”

any thoughts of getting you suppressants exit his mind, all his blood running to his prick.

after all, it’s his duty as your owner to take care of you, simon will understand. plus, it’s been a while since he sunk himself in such a wet hole.

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simon shrugs off his mask as he steps inside his suite. well, less a suite and more like a glorified cell. it’s a day’s drive from the base to the house, but he needs a bit of a breather anyway before he gets back to johnny and the cat (you). he runs a hand over his dog tags, finding comfort in brushing against the ring that sits beside them.

he collapses back onto his bed, getting out his cellphone and thumbing through the notifications. there’s a few messages from johnny that just delivered since he can access his phone now, but his eyes flick to a notification from his security app, one of their cameras capturing excessive movement in the house. alarms ring in his head as simon registers that the alert appeared an hour ago, and he clicks it to check the state of the house. his blood runs cold at the prospect of johnny or you being hurt.

but then, it becomes warm when he sees just what the excessive movement is.

ironically, johnny has you in doggy, one hand digging into the fat of your hips as he slams himself home over and over into your kittycunt. the other keeps a firm grip on your tail, yanking at the poor appendage so you meet his hips at the same brutal pace. however, you don’t seem to mind the pain, in fact, you enjoy it.

he can barely see your irises, eyes so far rolled back that all he can register is white. your tongue is lolled out, looking more like a drooling dog rather than the passive kitty he’s come to know. and the sounds-

skin slapping on skin, johnny’s grunts and growls, your high-pitched moans and mewls. he thinks that’s all there is, till her hears johnny speak.

“aye, lik' that, kit? hah, just wantit tae be f-fucked lik' a bitch in heat feel better, is that a' ye wantit?” he groans, talking down to you like some dumb animal rather than their adored housepet. and all you can do is nod your head, incomprehensible sounds of pleasure begging for more.

at that, he clicks his tongue, moving closer to you. he practically blankets your back, letting go of your tail in favor to wrap an arm around your waist. seems you would collapse otherwise because you go limp in his hold. simon doesn’t blame you, even for him johnny can be a bit hard to carry. his mouth comes up to your ear, but he doesn’t bother lowering his voice.

“bet you'd feel even better if ah breed ye, lik' th' sound o' that?” at your moan, johnny lets out a strained chuckle, and simon can tell you tightened at the sound of that, “need wurds, kit, cannae hae yer kittycunt do a' th' talking,” he demands, moving his hand to grasp one of your tits rather than your side.

you manage to come back a bit at that, blinking slowly as you open your mouth, “w-wanna be br-bred, i- ah, wanna be bred please johnny-“ the last bit contorts into a whine as johnny’s hips speed up, fucking you even faster.

the camera can barely pick up what he says, the sound of you two’s coupling overpowering any dialogue between the two. all he knows if that johnny has got you dumbed down to your basic instincts, but it seems you’ve done the same to him.

who knew that in getting you, simon would also get a dog too?

#ghoap au #hybrid au #ghoap #ghoap x reader #hybrid!reader #kittygirl!reader #this was supposed to be just a drabble because i was cooking smth more well thought out but then the worms curled themselves around my bone #and i just started yapping #it’s not the best when focusing on the hybrid part but trust i will write more filth on this in the future that explores hybrids kinda

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