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T'pol and the Symbiot	By : fenrir Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 8115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Okay I’ve had this in my head for a while now.
I do not own Marvel comics or Star trek.

Since finding its way onto the Enterprise Venom exile of the symbiots was dying of starvation. The hormones and enzymes he needed to survive were all around him. Yet the fear of discovery and death were too great. As he hid in any small space and rested the hunger grew and grew. It had gotten to the point that soon he would either die or go feral and take what he needed. As the small black oil like mass clung to the ceiling of a hallway it he saw her. A meal that would sustain him for years to come. All he had to do was take it. It was none other than science officer T’pol a Vulcan and rare beauty. To his race they were a delicacy. A prize that many of his race had fought and died for. A prize he himself had relished six times now. The very reason for his exile was his hording of his last Vulcan. As he watched her pass by in her trademark form fitting blue suit that left little to the imagination. The symbiot knew he had no choice. He would have her no matter the consequences.
In her quarters T’pol was desperately trying to reign in her emotions. As a Vulcan she had been trained since birth to repel all emotion. That to feel was to invite destruction and the legendary fire that burned within all Vulcans. To conquer and indulge their most savage desires. Ever since she was a child she has had trouble controlling her emotions and impulses. It was her lack of control that had caused her to be punished with this assignment. Yet since joining the crew of the Enterprise her control had only slipped more. Today had only been more stressful as her first Pon far was upon her soon. While she knew she was physically attractive even for a Vulcan. The never ending hungry eyes and the smell of arousal from the men and some women of the crew were tearing down her conditioning. Soon the fire within her would burn so intense she would have to completely sate them in carnal acts or die slow and painfully. Thus she had resorted to the most extreme form of meditation she could. One meant only for the most dire of need and circumstance. Thus she sat in the lotus position completely nude. So that not even the feel of clothing could distract her from her mental exercise. Of turning her mind blank and empty. To in essence shut down her mind.
The comparatively young Vulcan was a true sight to behold. While only a few inches above five feet tall. She had a lean yet sculpted body. With curves in all the right places. Her breasts where a perky sets of double ds. While her ass was tight and toned. Her heart shaped face normally a mask of indifference now showed strain as she tried to reign in her emotions. As a pair of full lips seemed to be in a natural pout. Her sapphire eyes where closed as she tried to fight the fire within her. While her pointed sensitive ears picked up sounds no humans ever could. While her brown hair was in a short pixie cut. As she meditated she never noticed the basketball sized black mass hidden under her bed watching her. Waiting until she let her guard down for just a moment. That moment would come as T’pol relented and gave up on her meditation. As she stood up it moved across the floor. To just behind her as she turned around.
Having failed to even reach the first step of her meditation T’pol turned to go to bed. Only for her first step to land in what could only be described as a thick oil like substance. Instantly looking down she saw her entire right foot up to the ankle was immersed in the material. Before she could begin to even fathom what it was or where it came from it convulsed. As in a burst of dozens of tiny tendrils it began to move up her leg. Shocked she moved for the comm panel. Only to fall as the black mass held her in place. In her fall her other leg grazed the mass. Causing it to begin to spread over that leg as well. As she tried to recover from her fall T’pol looked at her legs in shock. As her right leg was already covered halfway up her thigh, while her left was already covered up to the knee. The substance felt like hundreds of tiny tendrils fighting over each other to cover her. In vain she tried to crawl away. Only for her to receive a shock she never could have expected. As three very specific points on her feet and thigh where pressed into. Causing a bolt of pleasure to go up her spine. As she went limp on the floor she could feel the substance reach her waist as she gasped out confused. “Vulcan neuro pressure!?” What followed was an experience that would forever change the Vulcan for life.
The symbiot Venom has had many Vulcans in its life. In all that time it had learned all the secrets of pleasuring the female Vulcan form. He knew secrets that had been lost to Vulcans for centuries. Secrets that he would now share with his new Vulcan. As he began his conquest on this new Vulcan he could already feel his hunger being sated. While he slowed his covering of her body he began to focus on the entrance to the key of breaking her. A delightful pair of entrances one between her flawless legs the other between her perky buttocks. Gathering itself at both entrances the black mass entered each in a single synchronized burst. The symbiot relished the feel of entering what was an unspoiled young Vulcan. As he entered the young Vulcan maiden he filled every surface and messaged every fold. While on the outside it began to hit more pressure points. While it began to work her legs and buttocks. Like a master piano player he played the Vulcan masterfully. While he could sense her try and resist she was his the moment he made contact with her. As within a few moments she let out a primal howl that would have been heard out of the cabin where it not for the sound proof door and walls. Along with that howl came a blast of the very nutrients that the symbiot needed to survive. With that one release it had all the energy needed to fully take her.
The moment the entity hit her with the closely guarded Vulcan neuro pressure points in her legs. T’pol knew that this was indeed some form of intelligent creature. As she moved onto her back she tried to find some way to free herself. When the creature stopped ascending at just below her navel she thought it had realized its actions could be seen as an attack. That the hitting of the pressure points was a way to apologize. When she saw the mass build near her groin she knew that was far from its intentions. When the mass rushed into her T’pol was frozen not in pain but in something she had been trained to resist since birth pleasure. As the mass entering her pussy didn’t stop till it completely filled her. T’pol had never felt something so intense in all her life. What felt like dozens of tendrils squirmed and roamed within her. Triggering nerves that had never been stimulated before. She tried to control her breathing but it was becoming too much. As the mass that had entered her ass began to enter and thrust itself back in. When the creature began to rhythmically hit her pressure points and message her legs and ass she was swiftly fighting a losing battle. T’pol had begun to moan and grunt as the fire within her seemed to ignite within every cell of her being. She had tried desperately to hold true to her people’s values and beliefs. To resist the temptations that she was now assaulted by. Yet when it became to mush her ration mind was taken over by the primal instincts she had suppressed all her life. With a shockwave of mind blowing ecstasy her whole body convulsed in the Vulcan’s first true orgasm. As the pleasure tore through her she let out a primal howl. Only to fall limp as she let the pleasure wash over her.
Satisfied that his new Vulcan would no long try to resist him. Venom slowly began to ascend further up the woman’s limp body. Careful to make sure he stimulated her along the way. It was as he reached her chest that it sensed another release coming only now his new Vulcan was no longer fighting. She was working with him. As she began to rub her hands over her body. Her right hand going to her groin and eagerly rubbing the area. While her left hand rubbed and pinched her breasts. As he reached her neck and began to move down her arms. The symbiot released the deep purring and growling the once controlled Vulcan was releasing. As she arched her back in another release he began to gorge himself. When she finished he had covered all but her face. As the gasping and dazed Vulcan within his hold began to feel a sliver of fear. It linked itself with her very nerves. Beginning the bonding process that would forever bind them he sent a message to what was left of her mind in flawless Vulcan. A purring and infinitely hypnotizing phrase. “Relax my love become one with me.” As he felt her completely release herself to him he finished covering her. Entering her mouth and nose he began the bonding process that would sustain him for well over the next three hundred years. As well as allow his Vulcan to better assimilate with her human crew.
T’pol had never experienced such powerful emotions and pleasure in her life. The fire that had been burning within her no longer seemed to torture her but pleasure her. As her now primal mind began to realize this creature was a gift. As the black mass continued to stimulate and pleasure her. As it continued up her body she began to crave more of its touch. While also seeing just how far she could go with this new source of emotion and pleasure. Seeking to aid the creature she reached out. Taking her right hand going to her groin. As she began to eagerly rub the area she could feel the mass shudder. Only increasing the sensations. As she could feel another release coming she grabbed her breasts with her left hand. Alternating between rubbing them and pinching the rosy pink nipples. It was as the creature flowed and crawled over her chest that she once more climaxed. What was left of her advanced logic driven mind was shattered. As the second orgasm was nearly twice as intense. By the time the slightest coherent thought could form within her mind all but her face was covered. The basic primitive mind that currently controlled her thought of suffocation. Yet when soothing seductive words echoed within her mind. She instantly relaxed as the mass moved over her face. As it flowed through her nose and down her throat she found she could breathe just fine. As the mass continued to pleasure her until her mind completely shut down. Unaware of the changes that would soon come for her.
If anyone where to enter the Vulcan’s cabin they would find he on the ground covered in a seem less black oil like mass. That had no features save for her shapely body to show that she was within it. On occasion the joining mass would move as if the person within was in deep pleasure. From the arching of her back, to the sensual movements she slowly did. She would not be found for six more hours. By then it would be long past permanent.
Two years later
With long confident steps former sub commander T’pol walked through the halls of the Enterprise. The Vulcan woman had changed greatly in the time since her bonding with the Symbiot. Gone was her trademark efficient bodysuits. In their place was an outfit she knew turned heads no matter what planet she was on. As she was now dressed in a pair of seem less very form fitting black leather pants that seemed painted on. With a pair of boots with two inch heels seemingly fused with her pants. While on her thighs were twin white web patterns. Hanging slightly loose around her waist was a black utility belt. With all the gear a science officer would need. As well as twin phase pistols due to her new secondary role as security chief. As the former one had been killed in a Vulcan raid to capture her. Calling her transformation an abomination. They sought her destruction. She now served in his place as a way to pay her respect. While covering her chest was a form fitting black and white vest. That left nothing to the imagination as it showed of her ample cleavage. While on the back was a large white spider. With the symbol for Starfleet in the center. This so called clothing was none other than the Symbiot. While her figure had improved since then. As she had become slightly more muscular and her curves enhanced. Her once brown hair had turned snow white. While her face showed a pleasant smile.
Stopping she saw communication officer Hoshi Sato waiting by a turbo lift. As she watched the woman she thought of the fun she could have with her. While she had found a balance with her emotions and her desires. Thanks in part to her other half. Yet this one time she decided to indulge herself. As she approached her off and on lover. She did have several hours before meeting the Romulan high command.
Their story finished I may turn this into a series.
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