.Shrinking Trek 1: Archer's Enterprise | By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 6628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Years later, Ensign Sato could never remember the sensation of shrinking. She was recording the images of the writings on the wall, and without any transition she could recall she was naked, wrestling in the dark with thick folds of cloth. She finally recognized a zipper, and realized that she was somehow inside her uniform. That put a framework on the fabric and she quickly worked her way to the neck. She glanced briefly at the walls, the recorder, the passageway, and confirmed that she had shrunk somehow. She compared herself to her boots, and estimated her height to be about where her knees should have been.
She considered using her communicator, but hesitated. The ship was out of range, and the only people that could respond were T’pol, Tucker and Reed. T’pol was somewhere in the ancient temple Hoshi was in, the men were flying the shuttle to map the coastline. It was just possible that whatever had happened, the science officer knew how to fix it. With any luck, it wouldn’t involve being naked in the presence of her male shipmates.
She headed back down the passageway at a quick jog.
When she got to the central chamber, she saw the Vulcan down below. At a quick glance it looked like she was in a similar fix, as she was naked, too. She sat in her meditation position next to her hand scanner and uniform. It looked to Hoshi like she was shrunken to the same size. She called down to her superior officer, but she could not break the Vulcan’s meditation.
She addressed the stairway, taking the steps one riser at a time. The aliens that had built the stairs were longer legged than humans and each drop seemed almost five feet tall to the tiny Starfleet officer. Still, she was in excellent shape and made quick work of the descent. At the bottom, she finally had attention to spare for her companion. She looked around and saw that T’pol was rising to her feet and looking around at Sato.
“Ensign. You are afflicted, as well.”
“Yes, Commander. Do you have any idea what’s going on? Have Vulcan’s ever experienced this…this shrinking in their explorations? Were Tucker and Reed affected?” As they neared each other, Sato was surprised to see that T’pol was significantly taller. Still not as tall as she was when they all stepped off the shuttle, but almost twice as tall as Sato herself was. “Why weren’t you shrunk as much as I was?”
“There is much to explain, Ensign.” She watched the taller women consider for a moment, and then shift. “Hoshi,” T’pol continued, with an uncharacteristically intimate first-name use, “I would like to make sure you are calm.”
“Why? I’m calm. I’m perfectly calm. I’m smaller than my nephew’s teddy bear, and about as well dressed, on an alien planet, with no sickbay inside of 5 light years, and no freaking idea….” Her voice trailed off as she realized she was screaming. She paced back and forth until she was able to go on. “Okay, I’m not all THAT calm. But I’m…”
T’pol reached out and placed her hands on either of the Ensign’s shoulder. Hoshi had benefited from Vulcan relaxation techniques before. She lowered her shoulders and eased into the massage. She felt better and better as T’pol rubbed shoulders, back, hips. She felt a lot better as the massage alternated between her wrists and her hips.
Her orgasm caught her completely by surprise. She fell to the ground with a gasp, paralyzed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She looked up into the concerned face of the commander.
“Um, evidently there’s something different about human nerves. That…that wasn’t quite relaxing.”
T’pol leaned over her panting companion. “That was actually my intent. Stand, please.” She offered a hand and lifted the smaller woman to her feet.
Sato noticed that now, she and the other woman were almost the same size. Sato stood as tall as T’pol’s shoulder, where before she was waist high.
“I grew! How did that happen? Or...oh, no, did you shrink again?”
The Vulcan settled down to a sitting position. “There is much to explain. It will be easier now that you have seen certain things for yourself.
“Long ago, Vulcan’s worshipped a number of deities. One was something of a trickster. Ohkog was a minor but troublesome god, in charge of erotic expression.
“Legends tell that Ohkog took personal interest in the relationships of Vulcans. He would evaluate them. He felt that physical beings needed to express their feelings for one another in physical intercourse.
“If he felt they hadn’t experienced enough physical love, he would shrink them. The amount of shrinking varied. Depended on how much sex he felt they needed.”
“Wait,” Hoshi interrupted, “I’ve never heard of Ohkog. Or of a Vulcan tradition of shrinking.”
“Please. There are reasons you have not.”
“Okay. So, how was shrinking connected to sex?”
“The only cure for the condition was to participate in a sexual encounter.”
“Oh. So, when you…”
“Ohkog rewards sexual intercourse. He measures it by orgasm. If you masturbate, you get a certain amount of your size back. If you experience sexual satisfaction in intercourse with another, you get more, if you help another achieve satisfaction, you get rewarded as well.”
“Wait, wait.” Hoshi was having trouble with information overload. “Some old god would punish Vulcan frigidity by shrinking them?” T’pol gestured for a bit of time. Hoshi nodded.
“The legends were ancient before the time of Sarek. Most scholars determined them to be a psychological reaction to our… rather violent mating rituals.
“But once we started traveling in space, there were incidents. On a non-predictable basis the ‘grace’ of Ohkog would affect an area. Everyone in that area would be shrunk to one scale or another.”
“So, are the guys…?”
“Doubtful. The area is usually confined to a building, a meadow, perhaps a single space station. In the first recorded instance, an historical scholar was among the first group so affected, recognized the signs, and he related the tales in time.”
“In time?” Hoshi asked, “There’s a time limit?”
“Yes. The tales are clear, and there has been one recent example, after Ohkog loses interest in the victims, any size that has not been regained will never be.” Hoshi’s eyebrows dropped.
“Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”
“The Science Council became certain that it was unnecessary. Ohkog is a Vulcan deity. To date, we only had evidence of Vulcans being affected. It was thought that he would not affect humans.”
“So, your government never told anyone about it because it’s embarrassing? And, what, I’m affected because I’m in the same area as you?”
“I don’t know. But you have seen the truth. You shrank. You experienced satisfaction at my hands and you grew. I grew as well, but not as much as you. We must continue the task set for us by Ohkog.”
“Oh, come on. I’m not sure what _IS_ happening but you want me to… we should… Oh, come on. I mean I like you, Commander, but not… We need to get back to Sickbay and see-” T’pol leaned close and spoke urgently.
“Consider this, Hoshi. The best minds of the Vulcan Science Council would conclude that the God of Sex has shrunk us down. And the only viable response is to fuck ourselves normal.” Hoshi was never sure, later, if it was the clout of the VSC or T’pol using four letter words that convinced her.
In response, she raised her hands and started stroking the huge breasts hanging before her.
‘Think of it as exercise,’ she thought as she found the alien woman’s nipples as responsive to attention as her own.
‘Think of it as a medical treatment’ she continued. Pretending to be isolated as her hands continued down the Vulcan torso, she found the pussy lips familiar as well. She wondered if the only external difference between humans and Vulcans was the pointy ears. Then she knelt down to concentrate on giving pleasure to her partner.
She noticed the smell was distinct, like nothing she’d ever known in connection with human biology. She fingered T’pol’s pussy and found her well lubricated, and determined that the smell of an aroused Vulcan female reminded her of nothing so much as a puffed pancake.
“Wish I had some powdered sugar,” she murmured. Then she leaned forward to explore strange new horizons with her tongue.
T’pol gripped her head with firm but gentle insistence and aimed her attentions lower. Then lower again. Sato found another external difference when she realized just where the Vulcan clitoris was. Make that where the clitori were. She alternated her concentration between the upper and lower one. T’pol set the rhythm by stroking Sato’s ears.
Like the shrinking, the growth happened with no noticeable sensation of its own. The Vulcan issued a gentle gasp, and then suddenly the pussy she was licking was high out of her reach. She started to stand, but found T’pol easing her down to the ground.
“Your turn,” she whispered, taking Hoshi’s breast in her mouth. Whatever the difference between them was, the larger woman was able to take up the entire boob. Her hands stroked and squeezed, rubbed the ensign’s breast, pussy, ribs, thighs, neck…amazingly enough to the younger human, each and every spot turned into an erogenous zone at the Vulcan’s touch. She was on the brink of orgasm twice before T’pol made her, LET her cum. She arched her back at the sensation, grabbing T’pol’s hair to keep her close. When her mind cleared, she found that she was now taller than T’pol. The Vulcan was cradled on her belly, stretching from the boob she was still licking to about her knees.
Hoshi reached down to grasp each of the two thighs on top of her own and draw them up. T’pol rose to a sitting position, straddling the now-larger woman’s stomach.
“Your turn,” Sato whispered, running her fingers up and down the Vulcan torso. “What can I do for you?”
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“Ladies, you should have come with us.” Tucker sprung up the staircase into the ancient temple, Reed close behind. “We found some bays on this continent that make the fjords back home look like a trailer park with a drainage problem.” As the two men entered the temple vestibule, they seemed to feel a strange tension in the room. The looked at each other, and then back to the other two.
Tucker asked, “What have you two been up to all day?” The women glanced at each other. T’pol raised an eyebrow while her human companion smiled slightly.
“Well,” Sato replied, “I haven’t been up to anything, but I’ve been down almost to one foot.”
Everyone turned to T’pol at the strange sound that might, just might have been a laugh.
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