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.Emergency Measures	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 3434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Emergency Measures
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I didn’t usually make it to the Bridge. Now I was standing at the edge of it, waiting to go into the Captain’s Ready Room. No one seemed to notice the little Ensign. I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.
The door slid open. “Craig,” Riker summoned. I went in. Keerha stood on Picard’s desk.
“Mr. Craig,” the CO said as a greeting. “I’ve received several positive reports on your performance this week. Very good work, Ensign.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Kompell and his relatives have been turned over to the KDF. He wants nothing to do with his daughter unless and until she can honorably walk among… What was it he said?”
“Among the real Warriors of the Universe,” Keerha supplied. “It’s a favorite phrase of his.”
“Yes,” Picard nodded. “So. Keerha will be staying with us until she can be restored. And since you two have such familiarity with the case, I was wondering if you would be willing to sponsor her while-“
“Yes, yes sir, of course. Cheerfully.” I couldn’t stop talking. “I have a drawer I’m hardly even using, we can replicate a whole suite of-“
“Shut up, Ensign Craig,” Riker said, not unkindly.
“Yes, sir.”
“I think he’s willing, Captain,” Riker told the CO.
“I got that impression, Number One.” Everyone was smiling, except me.
“Drawer, huh?” Keerha asked. Her smile looked more than a little predatory.
“Okay,” Riker said. “I take back everything I ever said about your qual path. Spend as much time as you like on Transporter Tech.” I picked up my new roommate as Riker eased me to the door. “You’ll stand your normal watches and whatever duties La Forge assigns, but beyond that your time is your own.”
“Not entirely,” Keerha said.
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We became something of a fixture in the transporter nexus. Any time I wasn’t working on something else, we were both in there. We worked well together, often described as one mind with two accents.
We ran simulations, we calculated variables and we penetrated the effects of nanoscale projections on macrophysical objects. We didn’t solve Keerha’s problem but we did make a few discoveries.
Three papers were submitted to the Science Academy. Four requests for specific observations were submitted to us from Vulcan, Terran and Andorian scientists.
Every few days, though, Lt. Worf would pry us from the nexus and escort us to the holodeck. The captain had ordered us to take some time away from beaming, to relax the mind or maybe think of things from different angles or I don’t know what.
I spent one session showing her my home town of Mars Colony. She spent one giving me a tour of Vospeg. After that, we reprogrammed the holodeck. Anyone scanning or entering the room saw the two of us hiking or kayaking or paragliding or solar sailing. Behind the false backdrop of the scenery was a virtual transporter nexus where we really spent our time.
Three months passed quickly.
The ship had had some adventures around us, of course. Most centered on the First Bridge Watch or the Department Heads. I adapted a tricorder into transporter controls and Keerha helped me run a few emergency transports into or out of ticklish situations.
I’d grown quite comfortable with her, her needs and her situations. She’d come to trust me to take care of her and for her. And the crew accepted her as well as they’d ever accepted me.
Which is why it scared the hell out of me when she bit me.
I was mildly pushing some numbers around to see if there was a max/min solution to the perpetual power vs. clarity at max range problem.
She was watching when she suddenly ran across the console and leapt onto my hand. And bit me.
“What the hell?!” I shouted, reflexively jerking my hand free. She smiled up at me, a bloody strip of skin dangling from her teeth. From her smile. She raised her hands and stepped towards me.
I said something diplomatic like ‘Yeaargh!’ and slapped her away from me. Her tiny, dark form arced away from the console, hitting a wall screen and dropping to a workbench.
She popped instantly to her feet and started running for a leap to the console.
In mid-air, Worf’s hand snatched her out of the air. She dangled by one leg, screaming and snarling.
He walked calmly over to stand by me, holding her for me to take.
“She is aroused,” he said. There might have been a slight bit of humor in his voice. “I would suggest keeping her away from any skin you do not want scar tissue in.”
I carefully grabbed her other leg and took control of her. She swung and tried to grab me. “Uh, yeah.” I glanced at my bleeding hand. “ But even if the worst should happen, Dr. Crusher can just fix it with a dermal regenerator.”
“That is true,” he said, turning to leave. “Of course, that will require you tell Dr. Crusher where the wound is, and allowing her to apply the regenerator.” Then he was gone.
After a moment gazing at my dangling partner, I understood his amusement. She was aroused, he’d said. That meant risking a scar on my… I could not see trying to explain that one to the Doc. And with the way rumor runs on a starship, even with the most sincere confidentiality rules, everyone would know within two days.
She was thrashing violently in my hand. I had her leg twisted so she couldn’t quite fold back up to grip, scratch or bite me.
There was an empty handling case for isolinear replacement chips under the console. I tossed her into that and slammed the lid down. Then I carried her back to our stateroom and made some preparations.
Once the door slid into place behind me I started talking to her.
“Keehra, I have to admit, I’m quite flattered by your attack. I’m also scared outta my wits.” I used a padd to find what I wanted the replicator to make, overriding the ‘food only’ restrictions quite handily. It’s an offshoot of transporter technology after all.
“I’ve found you fascinating to look at since the day we met, and since we started getting to know each other… Well, I realize you’re half of my soul.” The case was starting to shake in my hand. I put it down on the bed and started to undress.
“If this is just some sort of informal, friendly sex, that’s fine. It’s more than I could have hoped for. If it’s more, well, I’m happy with that, too.” I knelt at the side of the bed.
“I think we should establish some ground rules, though.” I reached for the case just as a tiny foot kicked through one of the clasps. In seconds she had fought her way out of the thing.
Keehra stood, panting heavily, in the debris and glared at me. She’d torn off her clothes and I spent a second staring at her once more.
Her breasts heaved as she breathed, looking more like forward mounted weapons than secondary reproductive characteristics. The little ridges protecting the nipples were raised, almost as swollen as the nipples themselves.
Her pubic hair was in the pattern of a swooping bird of prey, but I couldn’t tell if that was natural or the result of shaving. She looked me over as I completed the survey.
“You are such a nerd,” she finally said. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. I raised my book. “Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
“What the name of Durgath is that?” she asked, stalking along the covers towards me.
“I thought I was supposed to read poetry,” I explained. “To get you into the mood.” She tilted her head back and roared. The little breasts bounced nicely as she laughed.
“That’s a romantic ideal, human. I’m far more interested in phase sequencing mechanics.” She watched as I carefully turned the page in my poetry book.
“The most common path in any culture that discovers the nature of beam technology is through the harnessing of the chronoton wave effect…” Keerha stopped dead in her tracks, close her eyes and moaned. One hand stole to her breast.
As I read from Randall’s ‘Transporter History,’ she clawed delicately at one erect nipple. I switched seamlessly to Te-L-Glath’s ‘Glory To The Empire’s Transportation,’ and watched her knees tremble.
The last page I had was the statistics gleaned from the transporter logs of the Enterprise itself. By then she was on her back, writhing back and forth.
“Romantic ideal, huh?” I asked. I tossed the book to my nightstand. When I turned back she was flying through the air, coming straight at me.
Just before she reached me, a little tube by the side of the bed opened up and wrapped her in sticky filaments. I caught the resulting bundle and set her back on the bed.
“What is this!?” she shouted, kicking and clawing at the restraints.
“Safety precaution,” I said. I found the corner tabs and stretched them out. Her body was inexorably stretched out with them. Soon she was spread eagle across my bed, stuck to the fibers that were stuck to the sheets.
“I designed it myself.” I leaned down and licked along one taut thigh. Her sweat tasted spicy. When I reached her pussy, it was like a drop of Tellarian Hot Sauce on my tongue.
She managed to stretch one toe far enough to graze my neck, but not deep enough to draw blood. I pressed the matting down firmly.
“Ah! Argh! Let me touch you! Please!” she moaned.
“Nah. I’m kinda fragile,” I replied. “And my cock isn’t the armored ovipositor you’re used to.”
“I’m used to nothing, damn you!” She tugged, concentrating everything she had on freeing one hand.
“You’re…a virgin?” I asked. She stopped fighting to glare up at me for a second. “Well, duh, that’s what you just said. Okay…um. Well.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. Go on with what you were doing. Except for these petqor ropes, this is much as I desired.” She resumed resisting. I resumed taking advantage of her vulnerability.
I nibbled at her breasts for a bit, careful to keep my nose out of reach of her fangs. Then I moved my fingers to rub and squeeze there while my mouth lowered again.
Her legs trembled under my lips and tongue. I tried to overcome my natural inclination to be gentle. Keerha wouldn’t appreciate it.
So I dug my canines into her thighs and pinched, just a bit. “HARDER!” she shouted.
“What? My teeth aren’t hard enough?” I asked. “I can get an extra layer of enamel applied…”
“C’ESPOED ENGINEER!” she shouted, raising her head. Hair ripped out as she did. I smiled and worried at her legs like they were a package I was trying to open.
The fibers tugged a bit at my chin but I’d designed the adhesive to dry quickly in the air. I didn’t want to get glued in place. The thought of security forcing my door and finding me in the position I was in started me laughing.
For some reason this infuriated my lover. Keerha managed to rip the restraints free of the sheet, if not her arm, and grab my eyebrows.
“Pay attention and respect the act, human,” she growled.
“I do, I do,” I promised her. Fingers on her shoulders pressed her back down. She tried to twist to rub her breasts against me but I had her pinned.
I worked her until she was begging for release. I moved onto the bed and lay with my cock beside her body. I stroked her with it from breast to groin.
She snapped her teeth a time or two. That might have been a mood breaker but I had great faith in the glue I was using.
The firm body under my hard-on was hot to the touch. It became slick as I stroked up and down, slowly speeding the tempo.
At the last second I pressed it hard against her boobs and came. Sperm splashed her chest and face. She screeched and tried to catch some with her mouth.
As soon as I’d exploded across her I slid back to the floor, placed my mouth over her pussy and sucked hard. She screeched again, then lost skin as she tore both legs free to clamp against my cheeks.
“GLORY!” she shouted, then relaxed again.
“Damn straight,” I agreed. I knelt above her, smiling down on her pinned form. She smiled up, licking her lips.
“My turn,” she purred.
“For what?”
“Get. This. Petqor. Netting. OFF OF ME!” I raised a tricoder and beamed her with Berthold radiation. She was off and onto her feet in a second.
“Come up here,” she beckoned. I swept the remains of the case and the restraints over the side and crawled up. She stood, hands on hips, watching me as I passed over her.
“You’re bleeding,” I said, pointing at the torn skin of her legs.
“Which allows me to take my time,” she explained.
“Ooooooooooookay,” I said. I lay down as she directed me. Then I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations as she crawled onto my chest and stalked up my sternum.
The feet were strange little points of pressure. Her claws pricked me slightly as she dug them in to climb, less so as she walked.
“So, human,” she hissed. I opened my eyes and stared up at her. Her naked form loomed in my immediate vision.
“Yes?”
“You are my conquest. You are mine to toy with.”
“Um, actually I think I conquested onto you when I…”
“SILENCE!”
“No, I think I can still talk. And I contest your conquest.” I lifted my hand to show her that I could pluck her up and toy with her, instead.
She screamed and leaped. Her feet dropped on either side of my throat and her fist swung to strike a tiny, tiny spot near my trachea.
A very important spot, I noticed, as I was suddenly paralyzed.
“Hrrk?” I asked.
“As I said,” she replied, turning to crawl across my collar bones. “Mine to toy with.” She stood and started stalking down towards my crotch.
I couldn’t move, even to follow her progress. Her tiny, naked form got smaller and smaller. Then she was gone.
“My, my, my,” she hissed with glee. “Tell me, human, if you do NOT wish me to mark you as my property, say ‘Keerha, please do not bite a chunk of purple flesh out of my pitiful human member.’”
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh,” I said. “Rrrgh.”
“Oh, that’s not even close, Craig. Not even close.” I felt her settle in at the top of my thigh. I was a little excited. And a lot scared. And I experienced the one and only psychic event of my entire life. I saw the future.
I saw myself in Sickbay. I saw Dr. Crusher look up and smile. I heard her say, “Hello, Ensign Craig. Mr. Worf told me you might be limping into my office today or tomorrow.”
“Rrrrgh,” I groaned.
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