Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 23 Mar 2004 08:20:59 -0800 In: alt.startrek.creative From: lyrastarwatcher@yahoo.com (Lyra) Title: Goo Author: Lyrastar Series: TNGxDS9 Pairings: Too numerous to count, both slash and het. Let's just say that if you're selective, you probably don't want to read this Rating: NC-17 Contact: Lyrastarwatcher at yahoo dot com or www.geocities.com/lyrastarwatcher Warning: Wesley has sex. I don't kow exactly how old he is, but this is set after "Journey's End", so he is old enough to have moved out of his mother's starship. Heck, he's moved out of his mother's plane of existence! I think he's as grown up as he will ever be, and certainly old enough to have sex. Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount, who neither does nor would have anything to do with this, I assure you. I stole a particularly hilarious term from J.Juls. I hope she doesn't mind. You'll know it when you see it. Betas: thanks to jm and Acidqueen for the timely help. Summary: I owed Cait a favor. Written in response to her challenge GOO "Captain's Log, Stardate 49634.5: The Enterprise is en route to Bajor where my senior officers and I will attend the marriage of Vedek Syrayh to Ryianni Siivret, Daughter of the Fourth House of Betazed. The diplomatic diversion should take only a few hours, after which we will return to our quasar survey." "Actually Captain," Deanna swiveled in her chair and swung her top leg side to side under her dress, "we have been invited to the reception as well as the wedding ceremony. Traditional Betazed receptions tend to go on all night." "Anything else that we might find different about it, counselor? Aside from the dress code, that is?" Picard wondered aloud. Deanna glanced across the captain's body towards Will Riker. He shrugged helplessly. "I suppose that depends upon what you mean by 'different'. Different from a standard Terran wedding, certainly. But if you consider what seems likely to happen should you close a hundred or so good-spirited, unclothed Humans in a small room with low lighting, love songs and ample alcohol, I don't think you'd find much difference with Betazoids." "They play Twister?" Geordi guessed. "They have an orgy," Data corrected. Wesley, freshly returned from his multi-planar explorations, bolted upright from the navigation console and popped to his feet, sweating just a little at his hairline. "Captain, request permission to--" "Denied!" Dr. Crusher and Picard both roared the word simultaneously. Wesley sat back down, a slightly peevish pout upon his face. "Geesh mom, you act like I'm still a little kid. The Traveler taught me lots of stuff, you know." "He's not so little anymore," Riker mumbled under his breath, but the captain had risen from his seat and no one but Deanna was close enough to hear. She gave Will a disgusted look and rolled her eyes. "Jealous," Riker mouthed at her as he shifted in the chair to emphasis his crotch "Mon dieu!" Picard tugged his uniform back down and looked to Troi. "And we are required to--participate?" Deanna turned her attention back to answer. "Participation, as you put it, by any one person is completely voluntary, but it is considered a special honor to be invited. And thanks to my mother we have been invited, so--" "You mother!" Picard whirled sharply toward Troi. "She will be there?" "As last I heard, yes. It is one of her ambassadorial duties." Picard snapped to professional attention. "Number One, it is with the deepest regret that I must announce pressing ship's duties of the highest priority and excuse myself from the celebration on Bajor. You will attend in my stead and make the appropriate formal presentation to the happy couple." Deanna laughed. "You needn't worry, Captain. I think her invitation was really aimed at me. To pique my interest in getting married." "A hundred naked Betazoids can't be wrong, eh?" Riker joked. "Something like that," smirked Deanna. "Anyway, my mother is currently quite enamored with a young Tellarite. And she is well past The Phase; you have nothing to be concerned about, Captain." "I notice you didn't warn him about your aunt," Riker whispered to her. She brushed him off and whispered back, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, he needs to relax. He's been so--tense lately." "Very well," Picard conceded, apparently unaware of the exchange behind his back. "Number One, Mister Data, Counselor Troi, Doctor Crusher, and Mister LaForge--you're with me in the diplomatic detail." "Captain!" Beverly protested. "I volunteer to go in her place," Wesley tried again eagerly. "Denied!" Picard, Riker and the doctor all bellowed at once. Now Picard gave Riker the odd look. Will had said they were only practicing Myllosian wrestling when he had caught them together in that shower, but was it possible--? Picard cleared his throat. "There will be no more discussion on this matter. My decision is final. We will be at Bajor in--" He looked to Data. "Fifty two point one six minutes," Data added. "Fifty two minutes. Be in the transporter room in--or rather, out of--appropriate attire in fifty minutes. I will be in the shower." And Picard marched into the turbo lift." ******** The wedding ceremony went as smoothly as any formal outdoor event can go without clothing and with several species of stinging insects flying around the guests. When they mercifully went indoors for the reception, the Deep Space Nine contingent had already staked out a prime spot by the bar. "I thought you had the lube," Kira said to Sisko. "Now where would I carry it?" Sisko indicated the state of his undress. "Dax?" Kira looked to her hopefully. Jadzia sipped her drink calmly. "Don't look at me. I'm a young female for the first time in eighty years and I'm in a room full of naked people; believe me, lube is the last thing I need." She preened just a little. "And besides, we Trill women have always been very--productive. What do you think the spots down there are for?" Julian stared hard at her nether region spots--purely out of professional interest, no doubt. "Well Bajoran women aren't so lucky," Kira griped irritably. "If you couldn't guess from the wrinkled nose. "Hey, Odo, I don't suppose you could spare a little goo?" Odo drew himself up into the picture of righteous indignation. "Major, I am a colloidal life form, not a sex aid." "Worf? What about you, big guy? " Kira looked at him hopefully. "You've got to be packing some kind of emergency supplies in that, right? She nodded to his ceremonial sash, which ran diagonally across his chest. "Klingons do not use lube, Major. It would detract from the exquisite glory that is the shared pain of copulation with one's eternal soulmate." He shivered in delight and sucked in his breath "Riiiiight." Kira looked unconvinced. Jadzia took another drink and swallowed hard. "Worf, about next Friday night. I think I'll pass. Thanks anyway." Julian unslung his medikit. "Don't worry, Major. I always carry a generous supply. With the size of my genetically enhanced erection, it's necessary for me with almost all species." "Really?" Dax looked him up and down with renewed interest, her eyes coming to rest between his legs. "It's a grower, not a show-er," Julian said defensively, as he rummaged though his satchel. "Erect it reaches 26 centimeters in length and 13 centimeters in diameter." "Doctor," Sisko barked. "I need to see you in private--once you are done locating the--item." "Are you ill, Captain?" Julian asked with concern. He palmed his mediscanner and directed it towards Sisko. Sisko shifted his thighs. "No. I just need to--see you in private. It's--personal." "Alright, one minute. I know it's here somewhere. I never leave home without it. Sometimes I just get so hard, I need to rub it all over my thick cock and feel the way it pulses and throbs as I stroke the cool jelly into it with my hand." "Doctor!" Sisko lowered his voice and started again, quieter, but low and urgent. Very urgent. "I really, really, need to see you-- alone. NOW!" Sisko's erection might not have been 26 centimeters, but it was nothing to be ashamed of either, and it didn't seem to be going away. He did his best to cover his middle with the festive decorations that draped down from the bar. "Just find that lube, please." "Damn," said Julian. "Someone must have taken it." "Not me," said Quark. "I was no where near your stuff. Ask anyone." He rubbed his ear nervously and a glob of something clear flew off of it and on to Odo's thigh. "Just what I need; more jelly," Odo muttered with a long-suffering sigh. "Wherever it is, it's not here," Julian conceded at last. "But I do have this." He held up a vial. "Pentamethoxy-cis-2- dihydrofentamide. It dilates local musculature while enhancing sensitivity." "That does it. Doctor, with me. NOW!" Sisko grabbed him by the arm and whisked him off to the bathroom. "Great, now what about the rest of us?" Kira complained. Dax removed her hair clip and shook her head, letting the waves fall around her shoulders. "Well, Nerys, I make more than enough for two. I'd be happy to share with a friend." Dax downed her drink in a single gulp, rippled her shoulders and stuck out her tits in Kira's direction. Her spots strobed lighter and darker, an unmistakable sign of Trill excitation. Jadzia winked. Kira stuttered, for once at a loss for words. Quark piped up. "I might have a supply for sale, Major. For special customers, that is." He cupped his palm and ran it back over the folds of his ear, more carefully this time, scooping something into his palm as he did. "Quark," Odo cautioned menacingly, "Since this is an official function, I still have authority here and the doctor has reported a theft. Are you sure that you want to continue this conversation?" "Constable, constable," Kira grabbed Odo's wrist and stroked it purposefully. His genital area was as smooth and featureless as his face, but his wrist and hand grew thicker and longer with the stimulation. The veins on the back of his hand grew plump and his fingers seemed to rise and stiffen on their own accord. Would he ever get the hang of human form? "No need to be so hard on the little guy," soothed Kira. "Let me handle this. I'll make it up to you later. "Come on Quark, let's you and me discuss this a little more. She dropped Odo's wrist, as the fingers began to leak white fluid from the tips. She plucked Quark by the ear, pulling him off into a far corner of the reception hall. Noticing how her cute little Bajoran ass twitched when she walked, Odo followed close behind, his right hand sticking erect out in front of him as he walked. Jadzia met Worf's eyes in challenge. "So, that leaves you and me it seems." Worf shuffled uncomfortably. "Yes." "What's the matter Worf, afraid of me?" Jadzia challenged, draining her fourth drink with a burp. "Never!" Worf roared. " I simply do not care for older women." He bared his teeth and growled menacingly. "And I don't care for pain and silly Klingon oath rituals, so I guess we understand each other." Jadzia postured back at him. "Indeed." Worf forced though his teeth. Then he sniffed. "What is that--smell? It is positively putrid." Jadzia passed her had between her legs and raised her dripping fingers to his nose. "I think it might be me. That--lube I mentioned has a distinctive smell." Worf grabbed her wrist and drew it nearer to his nostrils. He shivered hard and closed his eyes in ecstasy "Yes. YES! It reminds me of the be'joy'vaS of my youth." He growled amorously. "Lieutenant--" "Call me Jadzia," she said as they hurried off to one of the vacant mats. In the background, Kira squatted and rocked herself on Quark's ear, moistening herself with the stolen booty. Dripping and shimmering between the legs she stood and turned back to Odo, but he had already dissolved into a golden puddle, starting at the fingers. ****** The Enterprise crew couldn't help but over hear the discussion though, and it brought alarming thoughts to mind. Beverly stared at Jean Luc's smooth and naked body. She whispered frantically to Will, "This could be the first time I've gotten laid in four years. Did you bring the lube?" "Not me, I didn't think of it; Wesley always takes care of that," Will whispered back. "PARDON?" Crusher froze. "I mean--he always makes sure that I'm packed for away missions-- whatever I need for the job--or my shore leave--with women--women my age--only my age. Your son is a big asset to me." Will tried with a lopsided smile. "I'm sure," said Beverly icily. "Listen, Will, I've been meaning to talk to you about your last round of tests. There were problems. We may need to operate." She tugged on his scrotum, not at all playfully. "But we can talk about that afterwards, don't you worry. You just enjoy yourself tonight and trust me, I'm a doctor." She smiled showing all her teeth. Will gulped. "Deanna, may I see you a minute? I've been meaning to tell you how lovely you look. Why don't you let me explain it to you?" He presented her his arm, and they strolled off into the orgy. Picard strolled over to her side, a cup of Earl Gray in his hand. "Problem, doctor?" Beverly's voice was tight and worried. "I don't know. I think Will might be screwing Wesley." "Oh, no, no, doctor. You have nothing to worry about there. Will is strictly a bottom man." Beverly blinked. The china cup clicked as Picard set it back on its saucer, pinkie finger extended, of course. He continued. "Yes, strictly a bottom man. I can assure you of that myself." Beverly grinned. "Well, I'll be. My little boy's grown up at last." She sniffled. "You don't know how happy this makes me." She threw herself on Picard's shoulder, seriously jeopardizing his cup of Earl Gray. "Please, Jean-Luc," she reached for his member, "Let me show you how happy this makes me." What the hell? Tea wasn't everything. Jean-Luc let himself be down taken to the floor. Geordi sidled up to Data. This was a free for all orgy; even he was going to finally get some here. He cleared his throat and winked suggestively under his VISOR. "Uh, Data, as I understand it, you can produce your own lube?" "Yes, Geordi. I can secrete a water-based friction-minimizing compound both from my anus and penis. The substance is an aphrodisiac to humanoids, when applied to the skin, and also increases sensitivity and sexual potency." Geordi moaned and stroked his hard-on. "Furthermore, I am capable of some positions not attainable by most humanoids, such and penetrating a man anally and performing fellatio on him simultaneously." "Oh, Data, please--" Geordi's voice quivered with every word. "I have been told that being penetrated anally by my androidhood--" Geordi moaned louder. "--is particularly satisfying as I can make it vibrate. Observe." Data cocked his eyes and his androidhood sprang up to attention at 90 degrees and began to buzz vigorously. Geordi got down on his hands and knees and stuck his little virgin ass in the air. "Data, now please!" Data cocked his head again. "Pardon me, Geordi. I believe someone is calling me. I will be back shortly." Geordi crumpled to the floor and curled up in sobs of frustration. Even at an orgy he couldn't get laid. Behind the potted plant, Data found Wesley, who had willed himself to travel here between the planes of his new existence. "Okay, robocop, get down on your stomach, lock your hands behind your back and spread 'em." Data assumed the position. Wesley knelt and steadied his dick in satisfaction. It was good to be a Traveler. ~Lyra March, 2004 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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