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.Once Upon Far	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 5202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She tossed her prize towards the pillow at the head of the bed and knelt at the foot. "You look SO cute, sprawled across the pillow, T'Pol."
"Hoshi! You must let me go. We have to recalibrate the security devices on the ship's controls." The tiny woman crawled backwards into the corner of the bed shelf. Hoshi crawled up onto the bed, advancing on her knees and elbows.
She loosened her hair and tossed her head. Long locks spread and draped over her shoulders as she approached. "You're saying that you do not want sex?"
"I do not want sex!" T'Pol shouted. The human shook her head.
"Sex is a biological necessity. It would be illogical to deny the urge, the impulse…" A hand snaked out to grasp one bare foot. T'Pol fought but Hoshi drew her close. Feet were tucked under armpits and hands held her down at the elbows.
She kicked but couldn't actually bring herself to hurt the other woman. She'd felt protective towards the less worldly ensign since the day they'd met.
Hoshi had no scruples about spreading her friend's legs and lowering her face. Lips puckered to gently kiss little thighs and the exquisite miniature pussy.
"What I meant," T'Pol explained, trying to use her intellect to suppress her biological reaction to the attention.   "What I should have said was that I do not wish to have sex, right now, with you, in this condition."
"What condition is that?" Hoshi asked. She continued to nibble and suck without waiting for an answer.
"Tiny! It's not as if I had begun my Pon-" A sudden thought stopped her. She wiggled and squirmed in the giant's grip until she could look her in the eyes.
They were fully dilated, with a distinctive sideways twitch.
"Oh, Sato, that must be it." The desperation had left her voice. That change in tone caught the attention of the cunning and experienced linguist working her tongue so expertly.
"Explains what?" she asked.
"You! " T'Pol fought her way free and Hoshi complied. Standing on the bedsheet, she started pacing and lecturing. "I have found entries in the former captain's log. They make it clear that this body has experienced Pon Far since its arrival. This condition can be fatal. I have been…" She paused. Then she decided that Hoshi could keep personal secrets. "I have been terrified that the condition would repeat itself."
Hoshi had rolled onto her side and held her head on one arm. Her eyes widened at the admission of such emotion. T'Pol nodded. "If I had been alone, I would likely have died. This… Well, the apprehension has occupied many of my thoughts."
"I would guess so," Hoshi said. As the scientist turned to pace away, she reached out to trail one fingertip down the back and across the tasty looking cheeks. "But where do I come in?"
"I have been in your mind. Not deeply, but enough to establish an empathic connection." She turned around. She expected the groping finger to fall away. Instead, it rode around her back and arm to caress one breast gently. She brushed it away.
"I believe that in my current state, I have less control over my mental faculties. The mind is mine, but it is not as practiced with this actual brain. So that empathic connection acted like a circuit ground. All my fears about becoming a mindless sexual beast were shunted into your brain. You were unprepared for the assault. Your mind feel that such thoughts are really yours."
"Huh," Hoshi said. "So. You're saying this isn't real?"
"No." They stared at each other for a moment. Then Hoshi rolled onto her back and crossed her arms. T'Pol knelt at her upper arm closer to pat her reassuringly. She made sure to touch only the arm, avoiding anything that might have been an erogenous zone.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Hoshi," she said.
"You know," she replied, speaking to the ceiling, "four years ago, Phlox showed me some of the archive material he found. The shrunken woman themes. Stories. Art. I was… thrilled. I found that I wanted a dolly. A living dolly. The idea of a little friend, or pet, someone that depended on me totally. It was a wonderful fantasy. I'd never imagined anything like that. And the idea of a beautiful doll like you…"
"Then that would mean," T'Pol said, "that my fears found fertile ground in your mind. That's why your so…uncharacteristically forward."
"It's just not real," Hoshi said softly.
"No."
"Do you remember… When you actually did go through Pon Far, on the Enterprise?"
"I recall some events. Nothing clearly," T'Pol admitted.
"Well, at one point, Malcolm was talking to you in the passageway. Archer and he both told you that you were experiencing a false sensation. You weren't really in Pon Far, and your life wasn't in danger if you didn't have sex. Do you remember what you told Malcolm after that?"
T'Pol didn't answer right away. Hoshi lifted up her head, putting her hands down on the mattress. One arm was incidentally around the spot where T'Pol knelt.
"Do you remember, T'Pol? Everything you felt was not real, and there was a man in a space-suit in front of you. What do you think you said?"
"Take off your pants," T'Pol whispered. "Or something to that effect."
Hoshi smiled and grabbed her leg once more.
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The Vulcan kicked and struggled as she was dragged closer to the Earthling. It didn't change anything.   Hoshi didn't pause as she scooped her up and lay her across the pillow.
"Stop it!" She tried to fend off the exploring fingers. "Please!"
Hoshi did stop. She released the tiny form and sat up. "Okay. Alright. You don't have to beat me over the head or anything."
As T'Pol had been planning exactly that, she wondered just how strong the empathic bond had gotten. She lay still and watched as the human stood, looking around the room.
"I mean," Hoshi went on, "whether this attraction I feel is real or not, I'd never be so horny that I would indulge in rape." She reached down into a stowage cup and removed a stuff sack. "Not more than a little rape, anyway." She emptied the contents back into the cup and measured the flat sack against her arm.
"This might make a decent tunic for you, T'Pol. If we're not going to be lovers, you should probably cover up that yummy body." She sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned.
T'Pol stood and walked over. "I hope you don't take this as a personal rejection, Hoshi. I have nothing against you, but this attraction…"
"Forget about it," Hoshi said with a sad smile. "I've been rejected before. And half the time, I woke up the next morning realizing I'd dodged a bullet. Try this on." Hoshi held the sack over T'Pol's head. She arched her arms over her head as the human lowered the bag. When the bottom rested on her arms, the mouth was hanging low around her waist.
"If we cut a hole for my head, this should be lengthy enough," she said.
"What was that?" Hoshi asked. T'Pol raised her voice and repeated herself. There was a brush against her forearm.
"Okay, I marked the head. Where should we cut the arm holes?"
T'Pol moved her hands. "Well, if my head is here, then this part will rest on my shoulders, so the arms would come out…" As her two hands poked against the material, she remembered that the human was naked. What would she have marked the cloth with?
Just then, the mouth of the sack was cinched around her waist. Her arms were pulled tight and awkward against her head and chest.
Then something pushed on her belly and knocked her onto her back. Hands grabbed around her knees, holding her two legs tightly together. Between the sack and Hoshi's grip, she was immobilized.
She lay on the mattress, scowling at the inside of the sack. "I guess we're back to the rape?" she said, her voice cool.
"Not at all," Hoshi said. The mattress moved as she rearranged herself across the sheets.
T'Pol distinctly felt a breast brush across her shins. The woman's voice lowered, hot breath brushing her belly, her pussy. "Now, the ship will be gone for three days," Hoshi lectured. "I don't feel like taking an unfamiliar, unarmed ship towards raiders and ship battles. So we should stay here, in a safe orbit, and wait."
It felt like she was leaning even closer. "We have to find something to do with those three days.   We can…" A hot, wet tongue slid across T'Pol's lower belly, drawing a line from hip to hip, turning to follow the curve of her gently rounded belly. "…Play chess?" She paused but T'Pol didn't respond.
"Or we might…" This time she licked from hip to knee on one leg. "…recite epic poetry?" Another pause.
"Maybe you'd like…" The tongue returned from knees to hip on the other leg. "…to develop the perfect pancake recipe?" T'Pol groaned in the next pause. It wasn't Pon Far, but the giant's attention was stirring her passions. It had been quite a while.
"Or maybe three days…." She touched just the tip of her tongue to the two thighs where they met. The barest touch worked its way from her knees to her crotch and just tapped the area around her pussy. "…of a solitaire tournament?"
"Ngh," T'Pol said. Her hands pressed against the sack, stretching the material as far as it would go.
Hoshi's voice dropped an octave. She held her mouth so close when she spoke that her moving lips brushed the tiny woman's skin every third syllable. "It's up to you, T'Pol. We'll do whatever you want."
She'd never noticed when the hands released her knees. She didn't know that her legs were free until they parted. Almost without her knowing she was doing it, the trembling thighs opened in invitation.
Fingers traced her inner thighs, coming maddeningly close to her pussy lips, but stopping just short.
"Are you suuuuuuuuuure?" the harpy asked.
"Oh, gods, please," T'Pol begged.
"Well, you just remember that you did ask for it," Hoshi said all too cheerfully.
She fell to licking T'Pol's pussy. The great tongue was gentle and sensitive, only lightly brushing the throbbing lips. But it was huge, covering every intimate surface at once.
T'Pol stretched and tried to wrap her legs around the other woman's head. She felt herself kick an ear but neither of them paused at the contact.
She reached out to grab some of the hair hanging down. It was a surprise to remember that she was still trapped in the sack. The image of the hair had been so clear…
"Let me out of the bag, Hoshi."
"Only if you behave," was the reply. Gentle fingertips on her knees peeled her off the face, splitting her wide. T'Pol relaxed and just let the woman have her way.
"Good girl," Hoshi told her.
The wide and wet tongue lapped at her legs, her thighs, her pussy. She tried to lay still but her legs moved, almost of their own accord. She found herself trying to trap the organ between her thighs.
"Oh, naughty, naughty, little miss Vulcan," Hoshi said. She spread the legs again but didn't return to licking. Inside her confinement, T'Pol imagined that she could feel the other's gaze looking her over. It was almost a physical touch descending her hips and flanks, lingering on her most intimate curves exposed to casual view. She couldn't help squirming the tiniest bit.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Hoshi asked. Fingertips stroked her belly and lap.
"I'm hot in here, Hoshi, let me out."
"You're from a desert planet, T'Pol. It's probably the most comfortable you've been in a while." Gentle waves from her breath crossed the bared skin below. Tiny droplets of sweat evaporated, chilling her as they departed. Part of her brain started to calculate the temperature of the human's breath based on the amount of sweat that seemed to be turning to vapor. Part of her wondered how to get the woman to breathe on her chest.
"It's humid in here. Vulcan is dry except in the temperate lake zone. And the caves of mourning. And the hydroponics facilities of the greater population centers-"
"Overexplaining. I've missed that." Two fingers wormed their way between her belly and the sack. She thought Hoshi was releasing her. Then her stomach was brushed by a chin and cool breath flowed cross her belly, breasts, armpits. It surprised a squeal out of her. She kicked but giant wrists pinned her legs. "You wanna come out, T'Pol? You'll have to promise not to overanalyze anything."
"But you just said you missed-"
Hoshi stuck her tongue between the fingers, spread spit and sweat across her stomach, then pursed her lips and blew directly on the wettest spot.
T'Pol flinched and arched her back. One leg yanked free. The hands receded to restrain her again. The humid heat settled across her once more.
"I'll be quiet," she gasped after a moment. Hoshi loosened the string and pushed the bag up to her shoulders.   She twisted her head and arms to free herself. Before she was done, Hoshi was licking at her ribs and breasts.
"I always wondered how Vulcan sweat would taste," Hoshi murmured between strokes.
"You've thought about… me?" T'Pol asked.
"No," she said. "But Ambassador Soval is a hottie."
T'Pol's eyes opened wide. She lay still, stunned, and tried to calculate the age gap between her former superior and her shipmate. First the Vulcan's age into units of Earth's orbits…
While she was distracted, Hoshi had returned her attention to the Vulcan's sex. She realized this only when Hoshi's hair fell forward and covered her belly.
She shouldn't have been distracted, not enough to miss a warm tongue worrying at her pussy. She wondered if her intellect was having problems being hosted in the tiny brain. It would explain-
The orgasm came as a surprise, interrupting her considerations, her calculations and her respiration. She gasped and rose up off of the bed. She grabbed handfuls of the hair before and above her, grinding herself against her overwhelming lover.
Then she fell back against the mattress. Hoshi withdrew then lay down beside her. T'Pol snuggled up against the warmth of the human's body. Hoshi stroked her back with slow, lingering caresses.
After a few minutes, Hoshi sat up. "Huh."
"What is wrong?" T'Pol asked. She scooted closer, moving across the body-warmed sheets to the heat coming off of the human's thigh.
"You had an orgasm, right?"
"There are three distinct sensations that correlate to the human…" She caught Hoshi's over-the-shoulder glare and stopped. "Yes, I did."
"Huh," Hoshi repeated. "I guess, all your worrying about uncontrolled sex resolved right then."
"What?"
"The urge. The need. The desire to sex you up like a little pet sex dolly. It's gone!" Hoshi said, standing up and reaching for a towel. "You stopped broadcasting that… whatever it was that messed with my mind."
"That is a relief," T'Pol said. She lay flat and relaxed, stretching out her arms. "I do not hold it against you, Ensign, but it was worrying. Three days of unrelieved sex would have-"
She was cut off when Hoshi's rounded cheeks landed on the bed beside her. Her left arm was trapped, disappearing into the cleft between them. She felt hot wet flesh pinning her hand to the sheets.
"Of course," Hoshi drawled, "Vulcans appreciate fairness, don't they?"
"Hoshi, I-" She yanked on her hand but couldn't free it. Her captor squirmed, pressing her deeper into the cushion.
"I mean, I brought you to your moment, right?"
"I'd say that you managed the first of-"
"SO," Hoshi yelled, drowning out the response, "it would only be FAIR for you to help ME out, right? I mean, even if my excitement wasn't REAL, I WAS excited! I have all this unresolved…excitement!"
T'Pol stopped struggling. She moved her fingers to slide up between Hoshi's lips. Rolling towards her pinned side, she brought her other hand to the other's tailbone. Little pressure points she had studied were easy to find on the giant form. Hoshi hissed, sucking air in between clenched teeth.
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