Star Trek: Lower Decks - And the New Greatest Captain of All Time! v1.0
You slip into the captain’s chair of the Cerritos and the first thing that hits you is not the stars, not the engines, not the duty. It’s chaos. Pure horny chaos. The crew is lazy, smug, half-dressed in corridors, gossiping in the mess like it’s some horny version of Slack where everyone shares nudes instead of reports. Mariner is at the center of that storm, of course. She looks you in the eye, smirks, and basically says with her whole body: “What are you going to do about it, captain?” And the game just hands you the keys and whispers: bend her or break her. Or let her corrupt everyone while you pretend you’re still in charge.
I love how it pretends to be all official starship business, then five clicks later you’re in some cramped Jeffries tube with an ensign on their knees, giving messy oral while you’re trying to remember if this was a discipline scene or just you being a bastard. The AI CG gives this weird dreamy look to their faces in a good way, like porn you found in an old folder and it turns you on more because it’s slightly imperfect. Ahegao faces hit hard here: eyes rolled up, tongue out, cum dripping, and the captain’s log in your head going completely off-topic. And the game doesn’t care about perfect morality at all. You can blackmail Mariner with caught-in-the-shower shots, trade promotions for creampies, turn “staff meetings” into bukkake parties on the holo table. There’s this one moment where you walk in on two “straight” male officers fooling around in a storage room, one of them already slick with lube, and you can just quietly close the door or join in and fuck them till they start calling you “sir” with that broken little voice. The switch from goofy humor to dirty humiliation is brutal sometimes, like a comedy skit that suddenly ends in anal and tears and they still thank you.
What really stuck in my head though is the way the game lets bodies be messy and wrong and hot. Big tits that bounce when the gravity flickers, a trap ensign blushing as you push them against the bulkhead, lactation scenes where you’re half making fun of them and half addicted to the taste, that one corrupted officer who goes from smug to begging for vaginal or anal just so you don’t leak the vids to the whole ship. You can be a total bastard captain if you want, using cheating partners as toys, turning proud officers into cum tanks, leaving them covered in sticky white on the bridge floor like some fucked up fleet tradition. And then it drops a joke about some Star Trek thing but slightly wrong, and you laugh even while you’re watching an animated loop of Mariner riding you raw, expression glazed, milk leaking down her belly. It feels like something I’d want to draw fanart of for days: the captain’s boot on a neck, a uniform half torn, bright colors, stupid grin, shameful arousal. “Best Use of Rank Abuse” award from me, absolutely undeserved and completely accurate.
Added: Dec 06, 2025 💬 0 🎮 1k