Path: newsspool1.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!newsfeed.cwix.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Richard Schultz" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New FFF: "Herding Cats With A Goose" 1/1(TNG: C/T/Lwaxana)Nc-17 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 1242 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 03:55:15 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104206115 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 27 Dec 2004 22:55:15 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 22:55:15 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86397 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 19:55:46 PST (newsspool1.news.atl.earthlink.net) New FFF: "Herding Cats With A Goose" 1/1 (TNG: Troi/Beverly,=20 Lwaxana) NC-17 Title: "Herding Cats With A Goose" Author: R. Schultz ( cousindream@msn.com ) Series: Star Trek, TNG Rating: NC-17 (sexual content) Pairing: F/F, and a little side F/F Code/Characters: Deanna Troi, Beverly Crusher, Lwaxana Troi Disclaimer: Rich middle-aged white Republicans own Star Trek.=20=20 There is no justice in the world. To placate these guys I announce=20 that I'm using their characters for fun only. No money is involved=20 here (except what doing this costs me). Don't sue. Summary: Years and years after "All Good Things", Deanna and=20 trust me when I say the kids are a handful. Once again both=20 Commander/Counselor Deanna and busy StarFleet Captain Beverly have=20 arranged a reunion on Betazed. Deanna is planning another=20 honeymoon. Their eleventh. They like each other. Warning: As material of a sexual nature figures largely in this=20 story, all those under legal age or presently residing in a country=20 or locale which frowns on adult material are told to go take a=20 hike. Do not enter, andespecially do not read. Enjoy your two- billion-dollar-a-week war. Do not think for yourself. Written for the Femme_Fuh-q_Fest, on whose site this fiction will be=20 archived. Apx. 8,000 words, November, 2004. Others may archive,=20 but please ask. HERDING CATS WITH A GOOSE By R. Schultz I was hot. Really hot. Melting hot. That was good. Underneath my usual custom body spray, I could almost hear my=20 melanin turning robust and brown and crispy under the rays of=20 Betazed's M-class sun. At least my anticancers are up to date, and=20 my Full-S shots. Besides, for once I'm not running myself ragged=20 and befuddled. This is vacation time. No work. I'm getting a tan. I need the rest after last night anyways. Twenty Terran years and the sex between us remains awesome. So much for lesbian bed death. Though I admitted to myself there was a lot of Sailor-in-a-New-Port=20 to our occasional reunions. As the joke goes; Hello sweetie. Is=20 that a phaser in your pocket, or are you and your big dildo happy to=20 see me? How many old married couples could truthfully say they had sex twice=20 between the entryway and the bed? Good sex, too. I had needed a good come or ten. Betazoids are great fucks. It's=20 the mind-to-mind empathy thing. And now I tan. I would love returning back to the "DADELEUS" with a magnificent=20 tan. Bragging to the entire crew that their Captain had been on=20 vacation by flaunting my sensual darkened skin. No bikini lines.=20=20 Skin still luxuriously soft, even with the tan. I pitied those poor redheads in the past who burned under the sun's=20 rays, and whose skin acquired the texture of fried chicken in the=20 process. I'll adore accidentally flaunting all that soft tanned skin in the=20 Gym and apre' Gym showers. Being seventy and still looking finger- lickin' good made me NEED to flaunt. Well, my face was aging. Lots=20 of wrinkles, alas. But slowly. I am seventy. The body, on the=20 other hand, was being kept mostly young through the wonderful magic=20 women of this century have access to. Mostly. If there were no sag to the breasts, or droop to the belly,=20 I would be unbelievably young in appearance. I don't wish to=20 deceive. Just look delicious. But I keep the ass of a teenager. Deanna loves my ass. Frequently. Others love my big firm ass. Which is one reason why I break=20 StarFleet rules, and dilly and dally on ship. Just a little bit.=20=20 So it's illogical. Bite me. Please. I always flaunt in the Gym. So does most everyone else, excepting=20 the committed ones with the need to exercise. I need the exercise and I want the stares. Besides, you never knew what sort of fish you might catch if you=20 throw your bait out into the pool often enough. There had been this=20 YOUUNNNG Ensign who had been a Cadet the week before ..... The "PASTEUR" had been a happy ship for me. My first command. My=20 first male lover who was about half the age that Wesley would have=20 been. Cradle robbing it might have been, but ... After it was over I brought my gray hair back to red. Nine months=20 later, mind. I knew I looked good in red hair. Deanna never asks about my lovers, and I never ask about hers. We=20 decided on that arrangement LOOOOONG ago. And no kids right now. I hope. I love them, but both their Mamas=20 need a moment or two of relax. I hadn't heard anyone, but suddenly I sensed a figure behind me. I=20 was about to lift my head when a soft caress followed a quick=20 fingernail touch. In seconds the female hand was delving between my ass cheeks and=20 following the natural path to my softest parts. Deanna is such a sensualist. So sweet and so hot. My pulse was racing as I opened my legs for the searching fingers.=20=20 Deanna rummaged in my asshole for what seemed long minutes. I=20 groaned as I felt hot breath and a line of hot spittle fall into my=20 divide and wet my puckered opening. This was going to be good. I knew that. But then as the tingles=20 and tightness built, I knew it was always good with my black-haired=20 Madonna. One, then two, then three fingers entered me. I lifted my ass into the air, bringing my knees under me, making my=20 heinie more accessible for those exquisite fingers. Oh, yes, this was going to be VERY good! The clockwork in me was=20 already heating, and tightening. My belly was getting all tingly=20 like it always did, and I could feel my nipples tightening,=20 enlarging and firming my hanging breasts. I knew I must be dripping=20 already. But I could hold my come until she told me it was okay.=20=20 For my baby I could do anything. In a minute she was going to lean forward to ... to do whatever she=20 was going to do next. In a minute her other fingers would be in my=20 clasping pussy. In a minute she might shove a dildo in me. She=20 might guide my fingers to have me masturbate myself while she=20 lovingly worked my rear opening. Maybe she'd kiss it. Lick it. Stick her strong tongue inside me.=20=20 Teasing me, tantalizing me, bringing me up and up and up until her=20 next moves would take place. Until she made me come. Gurgle uncontrollably; spasm, shake. Maybe, if she prolongs it enough I'd have another petit morte. I'd=20 like that. She could tell exactly how to do it and when to push=20 this button or that. I loved being warm musky pudding in her=20 hands. I always felt like I was oozing about her and stripping=20 excess synergy from her. Like I was an amoeba trapped by my=20 lightning-speckled prey. GODDAMN IT, but Betazoids are superb fucks! "MOTHER!" My eyes flashed open. My chin lifted off my hands and I stared wide- eyed at Deanna. Which naked Betazoid wife of mine was not three=20 meters from me and striding forward in that `Don't-You-DARE-Fuck- with-me' walk she could get. I stared back over my shoulder to see Lwaxana bending to lick the=20 crack of my ass. She was smiling. Lwaxana had gotten me good, damn her! I was frozen with indecision. I was trying to decide whether to=20 levitate into a blinding rage or asking her to continue. Lwaxana wriggled her delightful fingers inside me and I decided not=20 to get enraged. I enjoyed the old pervert. Deanna immediately picked up on that, of course. "Beverly!" Just a little pissed off. At both of us. I was off the bench and towels in a flash and wrapping my slick oily=20 body all over my naked wife and making coherent noises coupled with=20 meaningless lover sounds. Feeling damned hot and wanting to take this feeling somewhere else=20 and ravaging my wife. Before the kids came back. Oozing over a compliant female is my favorite way of apologizing and=20 simultaneously making sparks fan into a nice cuddly fire. Lwaxana made noises about finding other things to do. But before=20 she left she had a proposal to make to my back. Proposition, rather. "That's a lovely ass you have, Beverly, dear," she cooed. "If you=20 can spare a little time away from my sweet Deanna sometime, I'll be=20 pleased to show you how this Noble Betazoid can kiss, and make lush=20 redheads groan and moan." I could imagine the smirk Deanna must be looking daggers at. "Pleasure guaranteed, or we'll work until you're REALLY satisfied." In a minute Lwaxana was gone and Deanna was breaking our clinch. "Okay, bitch," she growled in her almost-insincere-sounding best Top=20 voice. "Get back into the position you were in before I showed up.=20=20 Knees under the hips and spread `em! "You're going to come for me, you flame-haired slut. You're going=20 to come so hard you'll pass out. "But not until I tell you to. Do you hear me, tramp?" I meekly nodded my head and went back onto the bench. This was going to be fun. And right out in the open where anyone=20 could see us. Including Lwaxana. Tonight it'd be my turn. Put the kids to bed, and tie my brunette to the bed posts. We have good sound-walls. She can scream all she wants to. She=20 likes to scream when I ravage and devour. Especially the devour,=20 though fisting might be a pretty good ravage too. Yummy! Being a slut is a hard and dirty job, but someone has to do=20 it. And I'll have you know I'm not loose. A little work with the=20 subdermal regenerator and I'm just a comfortable fit. ------------------------------------------ Two mornings later, we'd barely finished Brunch when Little Bill led=20 the girls back. Disappointed, I stopped myself before I started=20 sucking on Deanna's nipples. "Grandma's got the Andorian Ambassador in the hot tub again," the=20 red-haired next-to-oldest girl pouted. I hate it when Morgan pouts=20 and edges toward that damned whine she can get. I love her muchly,=20 but I could envision her losing the pout permanently at some point=20 in the future. Soon. I hope. Or else. I love flame-maned Morgan (after Arthur's nemesis) deeply, let me=20 repeat. With their empathic abilities slowly blossoming into nicely=20 intrusive telepathy, I can't hide it. Morgan is my favorite.=20=20 Everyone knows it. Just like we all know Deanna has a special place in her heart for=20 the baby, Tasha. Secrets are hard to have around Betazoid children. We love them all, we can't lie about that. Empathic children, don't=20 forget. But we have to be honest, also. Looking back, I am surprised that most human children grow up sane,=20 considering all the little lies we evolve with. For example, take little Natasha. Considering her three mothers,=20 our =96 my egg too =96 blond baby Natasha is a remarkably even tempered=20 girl. She's going to be the tallest of all the kids, and Little=20 Bill isn't going to be a runt either. You can see a lot of Tasha=20 Yar in her face, even now. Maybe sweetness is something that was burned out of the original=20 Tasha on that Hell planet she was raised on, Turkana. Nolly =96 Nolliana =96 is the tomboy. Our firstborn might have been a=20 bully, perhaps, if she hadn't been ganged up on by the others=20 whenever she started being bossy or obnoxious. She's eighteen in=20 Earth years, and she non-celebrated her first menses earlier this=20 year. Wise Blood they call it on Betazed. Remarkably sane people on Betazed. They have a little party, girls=20 only, and gifts are given. But Nolly'll be more than willing to=20 take the suppression series in ten more years. Unless she LIKES=20 swollen ankles. Theory is that Betazoid children usually don't grow up into all=20 those all-too-human screw-ups because they're older when puberty=20 hits. Deanna thinks empathic abilities has more to do with it. Nolly keeps looking in the mirror to see how she's doing on growing=20 pubic hair and nipples. Little Bill teases her about it. Handsome=20 little male is liable to find himself smothered in his sleep some=20 night. Personally I rate Nolly as the one most likely to be bi when she=20 grows up, but for now she's pure woman-to-be. I feel old gazing on my naked kids. My genes in each of them. Still, all in all, as lovely a batch of sprouts as a busy career=20 almost-dyke like me could wish for. But I'm not able to cope with this crew of naked conspirators like=20 their other mother can. She's the one with time in grade handling=20 the nude scalpeens. Nude? Everyone dresses nakedly on Betazed, remember. At any rate, I go out with the ships that sail the deep black, and=20 Deanna parks herself and brood in a bewildering array of StarFleet=20 sites and bases where she continues her counseling. If she didn't take so many sabbaticals she'd be a StarFleet=20 Commodore instead of a Commander now. On visits to Betazed the kids usually have their clothes off before=20 even touching down on the planet. At any rate I'm disappointed that Deanna and I (again) don't have=20 time for another roundel of Good Sex. The wee bairns know all about=20 sex, of course. Empaths, remember? Besides, Lwaxana rarely shields=20 her place when she has guests. Nor do any of the other Noble Ladies=20 and Noble Daughters (and assorted humanoid lovers, girlfriends,=20 servants, advisers, medicos and lazy riff-raff) living within=20 running distance. You ever heard of four Betazoid children all under the age of twenty=20 who walk slowly? In any event, they're all sympathetic about my un-relieved=20 horniness. But still omni-present. And I was raised the way I was raised. I don't put on a sex show=20 for my own kids. No giving pointers on technique to Little Bill or=20 Tasha. Deanna couldn't either. It might be illogical to feel we're enjoying privacy when our=20 children are only two hundred meters away, say. But we can live=20 with illogic. It's the way most Betazoids get by. Pretend the kids aren't listening in. And teaching them at an early=20 early age about how intrusive and immoral mind-peeping is. Even so ... I was wondering about renting a Shuttle Pod and going up in orbit a=20 few hours each day when Deanna smirked into my face and I heard=20 dismayed cries suddenly coming from small empathic mouths. "Last night I booked us membership in the Dedeccan Cycle Society=20 Convention. Which aforesaid Convention is already occurring,=20 beginning later this day," she stated. More young wails of=20 disappointment. Deanna had a plan. And she was blocking it from=20 our children's mental inquiries. Cycles? What the hell. Get this (thankfully still fit) old bi-lesbian on a=20 bike and peddle my ass up and down Betazed. I could imagine it now. Due to friction, we'd both be in biking=20 pants and bras (and sans else). Deanna sweating alongside me and=20 needing frequent moments of relaxation in a shadowed bower alongside=20 the road. Bring plenty of lubes and toys along in the side-saddles. The hell with food and drink. "Not that sort of Cycles," she said. "And Mother is raising a stink=20 right now about us saddling her with her grandchildren at a time=20 when no less than five (count them =96 five) old non-Betazoid lovers=20 are present on Betazed at the same time. "She had been hoping for a nice inter-species orgy or six. "Instead =96 with a little bribery =96 she's agreeing she'll take=20 custody of our little darlings for a week. "Feel like you could stand a week studying Cycles?" It must be cycles in Astronomical and Galactic terms they study=20 there. Lord knows I've watched my share of weird suns, during my=20 day. A star gives the etheric equivalent of a fart and Jean-Luc=20 would have us parked around it for a week. Not my cuppa, perhaps. However, for unlimited access to my baby's=20 soft hot flesh, I'll sit through every lecture on Astronomy they=20 have. Of course Astronomy was never my strong suit at the Academy. But=20 for skin like velvet I'll do anything. That's my Deanna. Silken=20 ass. And other more soft and juicy parts, also. -------------------------------------- In the event, I discovered the Cycles being discussed were FEMALE=20 menstrual cycles. The Hotel was swarming with females (most Betazoid), but half the=20 quadrant's other major StarFaring races seemed represented. For the=20 Convention, all we ladies were clothed. A brilliant move, if=20 attention was desired. After time spent in `normal' nudist Betazed society, all these=20 scantily clad women looked absolutely luscious in their bright=20 colors and clinging cloths. Deanna wore a sparkly mauve tri-dress with one breast exposed, and I=20 wore an orange cream bolero jacket, red blouse, and matching orange=20 cream pants. It was just what the old dyke Doctor ordered to get a=20 wolf whistle or two and plenty of appraising glances. Put a little=20 bounce in each of our steps. Inside, on the way to be registered, fifteen clothed females fondled=20 my rear end. Five caressed my breasts. Two licked the back of my=20 neck. At the same time. Mind, they did introduce themselves first. Civility counts. Deanna kept delaying our onward movements as well. Four times a=20 young (or not so young) Betazoid woman dragged my wife into nooks=20 conveniently constructed throughout the lobby for being dragged=20 into. A human woman with short blond hair tried undressing me in=20 one of them. Her nipples were delicious. At this rate the week would be over before we even registered. It was amazing how sexy and enticing everyone looked with a few=20 items sensuously draped over their lesbian bodies. We registered, somehow, eventually. We had to do it ourselves,=20 because all three registration desk ladies were in a state oblivious=20 to the outside world when we showed up. Speaking from their tangle on the carpet, someone in the trio=20 somehow advised Deanna to go in immediately to Lecture Hall One and=20 hear the keynote speaker. We did, ignoring the S/M couple energetically sixty-nineing across=20 three or four metal folding chairs. They had to be S/M to do it on=20 those chairs. At least they had a sense of humor. The Karthite girl on top had a wriggling dildo stuck in her rear=20 hole. The part sticking out looked for all the world like a small=20 hand waving and pleading for help. Nice ass on the Karthite. I like a cute ass, did you notice? For a=20 nice ass I could ignore the microscopic scales and the miniscule=20 breasts. Deanna shook hands with the hand and then moved on. We sat down. Just in time for the Speech. "Ladies," a dramatically tall black-skinned female began, "We all=20 know the misery of menstrual cycles. "I propose that we lynch the first politician who suggests outlawing=20 Cycle repression treatments." With that she got down from the podium and the stage lights went out. I stared at Deanna and she explained. "The convention is now over, all pertinent discussion having taken=20 place." The convention was an excuse for a gigantic orgy. Heterosexual=20 couples were in the other wing of the hotel. A lovely plump chocolate-skinned Bajoran woman turned around in her=20 chair and told us it was now time to party. Her name was Renny and she liked red-heads and brunettes. She'd=20 never had a red-head before, but thought she could begin her=20 (hopefully) long string with me. Also blondes. Eclectic tastes. She stared deep into my eyes and told me I could have her cherry. She took treatments, and her pussy juice tasted of cherry. She gave us her room number, and we bemused married women went to=20 look for our own room. There were more nooks near the lifts at each floor. Occupied. A small but lush Betazoid girl fondled us on the way up the=20 platform. She was overjoyed to find we roomed near her. She invited herself into our room. "Deanna," she began, then paused. Her name was Kleen. Deanna and=20 her both giggled uproariously for a few moments while I happily=20 anticipated being raped and ravaged. That little gal was remarkably=20 strong. She'd literally tossed me onto the bed. She also obviously didn't mind wrinkles on the face, so long as it=20 was female and looked edible. "I want to lick you completely Kleen," the young lovely said. She=20 had a short cap of curly black midnight hair, but reminded me nicely=20 of my dear wife. Especially when she licked her lips. Tez was fondling my body non-stop and asked me if I usually wore=20 panties. I said yes, and she said it was now time for the two of us=20 to switch. She thought our sizes matched. Her estimates were correct. Hers fit like a glove. If anything my crotch was wetter now than it had been a moment ago,=20 thanks to the juices she'd already oozed into her briefs. After that I began groaning and babbling. Deanna loves it when I=20 lose my ability to make coherent sentences. She teases me about it=20 constantly, and now was no exception. As she was adding the odd=20 caress to the frenzy building up on our bed, she was forgiven.=20=20 Dear, dear wife. Deanna changed into her ankle-length blue chamong-san with the side=20 slit all the way to her waist, and Kaleen ate me through my =96 her =96=20 wet white panties. Hungry as the wolf. Two hours later, Tez was napping on my bed, and I want out in my=20 burgundy body-sheath. Looking for my wife and whatever else might=20 come my way. A trio of StarFleet-quality adjustable regenerators=20 rested in my fanny bag as well as a tube of gel. You never knew=20 when you might meet a new friend who'd be suffering from apres'-sex. By the end of the convention those regenerators might be worth=20 twenty times their weight in gold-pressed latinum. Standing in the lobby made me think of what a choco-holic might feel=20 upon finding herself locked in a candy factory. There were women on the prowl wherever I turned my head. Stupendous! "Doctor Crusher! Doctor Crusher!" a pair of voices called to me.=20=20 The pair of ripe attractive females approaching were humans,=20 probably older than the thirty they looked. They were dark-brown- haired twins, and seemed to know me from somewhere. "We met you years ago," they proclaimed in unison. "We were on that=20 ship lost in the Delta Quadrant, remember? "VOYAGER"? The Borg,=20 Seven of Nine, Captain Janeway, Commander Chakotay, lately of the=20 Maqis? Remember? We were the Delaney twins, Megan =96 that's me =96=20 and Jenny. We met on Deep Space Nine, and again at Fleet HQ in San=20 Francisco." It developed that they were presently monocrystal engineers on the=20 Millenium Project on Mars, and were here lending their pricey=20 expertise to Betazed's O'Neil Orbital Elevator projects. Naturally they practically levitated to the Cycle Convention when=20 they learned what was going on. All this time both girls were fondling my body, sucking on my=20 nipples through my body sheath, and generally making it known that=20 they hoped to ravish an old friend a time or twelve. Megan was in a earth-toned unisuit with little emeralds and the=20 middle almost entirely absent. Jenny had opted for a short dress=20 and panties with the StarFleet symbol embroidered in the crotch.=20=20 They both soon were probing themselves and letting me sample their=20 scents and flavors right off their fingers. Megan's vaginal secretions tasted of Orange, and Jennie's had a=20 sweet Evassberry flavor. They were delicious. Which was why they kept fingering themselves=20 and letting me lick their digits clean. Get me in the mood for a=20 little dessert. Evidently it was all the rage now for women's pussies to taste like=20 something else. Call me an old fuddy duddy and completely out of the loop, but I was=20 raised on fresh pussy juice and I'll die remembering the taste of=20 good old fashioned female cream. Still, it was a novelty, and I was looking forward to new unique=20 taste sensations. My fingers sampled their groins directly (just making sure), and the=20 fruit flavor got stronger the wetter they got. Yummy! I broke a passionate twenty-second Frencher I had with Jenny,=20 because Megan interrupted us. "Come ON!" Megan urged her sister. "We've got a party to go to." I was thinking about having my own party, and having my bedroom=20 smelling strongly of Orange and Evassberry. Wake up Tez and letting=20 her share the wealth. Hope Deanna shows up, and we can REALLY have=20 a party then. Then there was also the possibility that my wife=20 might have a new friend in tow as well. Nothing quite like a crowded bed. This party that Megan and Jenny had to go to was an invitation-only=20 sort of thing. Just off the lobby. They invited me. An older Betazoid female was minding the door and checking the list. They were having a `victim' orgy. You didn't get in unless you could contribute a unique method of sex=20 to the event. From the number of ladies in attendance, I presumed=20 either some people were being awfully inventive, or they were fast=20 talkers. Sweet talking. Something to do with the mouth. For example, straight old-fashioned perennial favorites like=20 devotional cunnilingus, as well as energetic fingering were long=20 since taken. Fisting, and breast sucking with dildo fucking were=20 already taken up by other ladies. Rubbing pussies together, and dildo hetero was already taken as=20 well, but Megan and Jenny showed the slip-on Risan dildo panties=20 they had in their shoulder bags. Their offering to the mix was a=20 double penetration of the `victim'. The older gal (older than Lwaxana) explained the `victim' was in=20 this spectacle willingly. With all the usual safety words, and the=20 older Betazoid as a separate safety as well. A small willow of a Betazoid brushed by us through the door, with=20 the petite gal showing a long pair of black gloves to the gate- keeper. "That's Loanes," Tind (the old gal) said. "She went back to get her=20 gloves." I looked a question at Tind, and she explained. "Loanes is going to fist the `victim' in the ass. Right up to her=20 elbow. I've been invited to be the one using the vibrator on the=20 victim's clit while she's doing that." Despite the rapidly dwindling quantity of unique venues, it was=20 surprisingly easy for me to come up with a specialty. Lots of gals=20 here, obviously, as spectators only. "Anilingus it is," Tind wrote down on her Padd. A smile and a pat=20 on my shoulder. "Bon Appeptite." A standing group of women were blocking me from directly seeing=20 whoever was the star attraction, the victim. What was more, my=20 attention was distracted by the view of an enchanting backside not a=20 half meter from me. The bone-white pants were molecules thick and clung like a second=20 skin. It was obvious from the details displayed by the clothing=20 worn, that this creature was indubitably a female of the species.=20=20 Great rear end. Did I mention I like rear ends? The constantly moving little `lion's' tail sticking out of the=20 bottom of her spine didn't much detract, either. Very alien. I didn't know the half of it. Once she stood up I saw her in profile. In an arc from her nose to the top of her head was a line of bumps=20 and blunt little horns. She saw me looking, and smiled a normal toothy grin in return. Long=20 canines, but nothing scary. "Go ahead and feel," she suggested in perfect Standard. "They're=20 reasonably soft. Firm, but not hard. Species characteristic," she=20 explained. To help me decide to go ahead and touch, a nicely soft female hand=20 guided my own to the front of her face. She was right. They were not hard and horny, but ... firm. I wound=20 up running my hands up and down her facial projections a half dozen=20 times. Our eyes meeting, my hands enjoying, my touch turning into a=20 caress. She kissed my hand. Tongue between the fingers. "I'm Bu'Klok," she said. Turning it into two soft alluring words.=20=20 A very pointed tongue tip. Our eyes spoke promises. "I'm of the Orr Tole. And you're human. I'm forty of your Terran=20 years old and my LifeMate is with his other wives. Do you have a=20 LifeMate?" She didn't look even close to thirty. Almost mature. Ripe, yet=20 slender. Great ass, as noted previously. I like nice butts. This could be fun. "BOOK LOCK!" someone shouted from nearby. It was her turn to enjoy the victim. The victim was Deanna. Of course. Somehow it figured. My wife was bound to the four legs of a padded table which was=20 itself Plassed to a small low table of some size. The tying cloths=20 seemed to be elastic straps which gave Deanna considerable freedom=20 of movement. Her naked spread-eagled body was covered with adorable sex sweat,=20 and the air was flooded with the biting musk of multiple comings.=20=20 From the flaming action two couples were engaged in, Deanna=20 obviously wasn't the only one enjoying orgasms and giving her=20 scented pheromones to the room. Dildos are heavenly, but I'm always glad to see people relying on=20 the old favorites of tongue and finger. Trust Deanna to find the best parties. Someone passed a Risan-model dermal regenerator over Deanna, taking=20 care of her aches and pains while the darling Bu'Klok shed her few=20 garments. The twitching tail rampant above that sweet ass of hers=20 was captivating. Seeing it wave and wriggle made me have=20 wonderfully obscene thoughts. Soon a nude Bu'Klok was nudging=20 herself between Deanna's gleaming thighs.=20=20 Like any good dyke she was talking to Deanna, reassuring her. She=20 began by caressing the insides of my wife's gleaming fluid-covered=20 thighs, her tongue licking trails on the twitching wet surfaces.=20=20 She leaned over, her hands slowly winding her hands through Deanna's=20 thick growth of black pubic hairs, which themselves were sparkling=20 with drops of moisture. Her face dipped and she kissed her way up=20 my Betazoid's body until she could suckle and nip my woman's soft=20 fluid breasts and nipples. More kissing, more licking, and the two eventually delved in each=20 other's mouth for a long period. Finally Bu'Klok broke the tongue- fight and began working her way back down the feast of Betazoid=20 woman laid open beneath her. Eventually a little touching of the tongue to clit occurred, a=20 sucking of the enlarged and dark red labia, a little delving in her=20 tube with that pointed tongue. Deanna stared at me, her eyes almost unfocused. "I can't stop coming," she smiled. Then Bu'Klok repositioned herself and fitted her row of bumps and=20 horns into the cleft of that banquet of hot wet pussy pulsing with=20 need. Bu'Klok began nod up and down, rubbing her row of projections into=20 Deanna. This went on for long minutes, Deanna growing louder as her labia=20 became dark red and large. Bu'Klok'd would vary the speed of her=20 nods as she continued. She'd change the force, the angle, the=20 patterns, the twists. Sometimes Bu'Klok would ease her head back,=20 and just blow air onto the superheated need of Deanna's cunt. Then she'd fit that row of soft hardnesses on her head once more=20 into the gaping wound that Deanna's sex had become. Three volunteers helped hold Deanna down when she began screaming=20 and trying to force her hips into the terrible pleasure of Bu'Klok's=20 face. It was a little hard to tell when Deanna had finally had her utmost=20 come. She kept coming and coming and eventually the elder Betazoid=20 called "Enough!" to Bu'Kluk. Deanna had no humanity in her vacant gaze for some time, and she=20 couldn't stop shivering. I had to push hard and ungraciously to get close enough to suck on=20 some of the wonderful sex elixir still pouring out of her winking=20 vagina. My baby tastes so sweet. It might be the fashion now to engineer flavors into pussy cream,=20 but I'll always prefer the unadorned real thing. The next one up was Loanes, the little Betzoid with the long black=20 glove already worn on her arm. The glove stopped a little short of=20 her armpit. For dramatic effect Loanes had stripped off everything=20 but her panties and thigh boots. She poured oddles of lube on the glove, and had two of the=20 spectators hold Deanna's legs back while she massaged another half- liter into Deanna's tight little puckered opening. Just in case someone ran a large dermal regenerator over Deanna, one=20 that was probably geared for Betazoid specifics. A few vibrators were already working Deanna's nipples and clit. Deanna got SUCH a look on her face when Loanes began easing and=20 twisting one, then two and then three fingers in her. Unfocused and=20 sort of goofy, as if her body was trying to decide if she was=20 supposed to enjoy the intrusion taking place, or complain about it.=20=20 Soon the little Betazoid femme had all five fingers into Deanna's=20 tight rear. I hurt in sympathy when the entire fist finally popped=20 through the ring of muscles. Deanna DID look funny there with her mouth gaping open. When her=20 eyes cross I know she's starting to get into it. It was going to be an interesting convention. -------------------------------------- The rental RhoEgg left us once we'd unloaded our small luggage. We=20 dismissed it and its AI took it back to the rental agency. It was good to be back home. Well, Lwaxana's home. One of them.=20=20 Actually Deanna's old childhood place. We were both curious as to how Lwaxana had felt confident and=20 comfortable enough to tell us to stay a few more days away from our=20 cares, worries and offspring. The residence AI sent out a few humanoid robots to get our luggage,=20 both bags of it, and to welcome us back. I noticed a few groundbots=20 running a sweep for trash in the pathways, now that the old=20 residence was back in use again. I suppose that the meks on Betazed were equivalent to slaves in Old=20 Earth times.=20=20 After all, SOMEONE had to do all the work. Here they had developed=20 into a land teeming with unobtrusive and nearly invisible little=20 meks. While the Betazoid species lived lives full of their own=20 meanings. Lwaxana, lecherous old tubby Lwaxana, had given much more than a=20 century to the service of Galactic life itself as an Ambassador of=20 Betazed. Deanna counseled thousands upon thousands who were ...=20 damaged. And just north of us a serious young man made shoes and=20 boots. He ran a little business with a little number of customers who knew=20 what they wore on their feet were art and love and skill and=20 meaning. He used machines, and his own little robots, but his shoes=20 were more than leather and cloths and glues. They were constructed=20 by the shoemaker himself. As art. To him, his life had meaning. I realized my life had meaning, as well. I held my wife's hand, suddenly and fiercely. She looked up at me,=20 wondering to herself whether she should probe why I was suddenly=20 filled with so much high regard and love. But she was my wife, and=20 I knew she gainsaid any mind delving. My mind was my own, and she=20 would not have it any other way. She suddenly snuggled into me,=20 halting our forward progress while our bodies fitted one to the=20 other. I did not need to be a telepath to understand her. She dragged me towards a low bench underneath a tree which spread=20 iron-scented bright copper leaves to the sky. Deanna then told me=20 to sit. A mek responded to her command and scuttled forward with a=20 nearby pillow, and then she knelt between my naked thighs. It was good. Very good. But it always is. And then I made love to her. We pretended we didn't see the little heads that peeked around the=20 side of the entryway of the grounds. They were more than four=20 hundred meters away, and we could pretend we were free of observers. They dutifully disappeared, and we could tell each other that we=20 were in a bubble of privacy. No one was there. No one was=20 listening in. We were alone with each other. It was good to be home. It was temporary, but it was home. -------------------------------------------- Lwaxana timed her entrance to a second. Deanna and I were looking=20 around when she hit the Gate chime and strolled towards the house. A few quick embraces and kisses between adults, and then we=20 withstood the tide of young Betazoids as their tsunami swept over us. Lwaxana invited herself to dinner, and said she'd provide the=20 dinner. A large mek looking like a giant turtle brought in the=20 repast we were about to enjoy. Feasts were lavish ceremonial=20 occasions; this was more like eating off the stove. Or it was until we realized the surprise cunning devious sneaky=20 surprise Lwaxana had arranged. What was surprising were the=20 waiters. Waitresses. Mind you, it is still the custom of the time for Noble Betazoids to=20 have informal periods of eating and drinking in the company of each=20 other, with themselves serving. Eating off the stove. Just as more formal occasions occurred. Usually Humanoid servants=20 were rare, when huanoidaform robots and meks were available.=20=20 This `casual' dinner, therefore, was a true rarity. For five Green=20 Orion Slave Women waited on us. Aided by four young Betazoid=20 sprouts doing a stint as servants. On nudist Betazed, they were dressed in nearly identical white=20 blouses and short black flounced skirts and petticoats. I was=20 mother to a horde of quick-change artists. Little Bill wore knife-crease black pants, and he and his sisters=20 wore with dignity (with only a few dozen giggles) their uniforms of=20 black and stark white. They were gorgeous, very dignified (mostly) and graceful (mostly).=20=20 Both my children and the Orion women. The Orion women were a little=20 incongruous in prim black and white, but their long legs (mostly)=20 showing under the exaggerated flounces of multitudes of petticoats=20 were all sexy Orion Slave Girl. Deanna looked questions at her Mother, but Lwaxana forestalled any=20 queries by stating; "Let's eat. I'll explain as we go along." Somewhere between the Rossom greenbeans almondine and the Won Ton=20 soup she began tell her tale. "The first day I had my grandchildren all to myself, I quickly=20 realized you had set me a Herculean task, Dear Daughter. Not an=20 impossible task, but one fit to be sung of in Bardic Poets sagas for=20 centuries to come. "Try some of the fried Klingon fish-noodles. Delicious! "At any rate, I set my superior Ambassadorial-grade mind to dividing=20 the problem into manageable portions. And discovered it was not=20 about acquiring a means of control or herding these darling=20 barbarians. No, not a bit. "At first I'd thought of a phrase I learned from Kathryn Janeway=20 that summer we were close. "Delightful woman, did I ever mention that Ambassadorial reception=20 we went to on Babel and we both showed up naked as Jaybirds?" "A few times," Deanna and I said in unison. "Anyways, we now have a few Jaybirds on Betazed, you know. On that=20 island out in the Lymphic Gulf. I brought them to my planet, once=20 the Ecological Board said it was permitted. At any rate, Kathryn=20 showed me a few of the birds when we came to Earth together.=20=20 Raucous and greedy birds, but somehow lovable in their natural=20 fashion. They were as they were and nothing but. "There was this delightful grassy knoll, in central Indiana, with a=20 few European Linden trees, and we watched the Jaybirds dancing and=20 arguing. "I remember that grassy knoll quite well, I do. "Kathryn was an ear-nibbler, you know. You had to wake up first, or=20 you woke up with her perfect white teeth chewing on your ears.=20=20 Delightful woman. Used those teeth EVERYWHERE!" "The children ...," Deanna reminded her Mother. "In a second," she said. "Your ears just weren't safe around that=20 female, they just weren't. "Why she told me about a Bajoran redhead she knew on DS9, and she=20 got so carried away she swallowed the dear's earring. "Nothing small, either, no. A major ornament it was. Of course it=20 could have been an exaggeration. "She also told me about a woodchopper called Paul Bunyan and his=20 giant blue Oxen, but I'm fairly sure that was a folk tale. Though=20 you were hard put to tell, sometimes. Kathryn could keep a straight=20 face under the most surprising circumstances. You didn't dare play=20 poker with her. Anyways, she loved pulling people's legs. "Why one time when we were in this little river of hers skinny- dipping she took one of my legs ..." "The phrase you learned from Janeway that pertains to my=20 rambunctious offspring?" Deanna prompted. "Herding cats with a goose," Lwaxana provided, in between slivers of=20 chilled Chaos lizard tail. "An impossible task with the tools=20 provided, so to speak. "The solution obviously was to change the format. Cage the=20 darlings, to give a Draconian example. Or to obtain more or=20 different tools. Something more suited to the job at hand." "Clarified thusly, I immediately went looking for one of my teams of=20 Orion Slave girls." Deanna explained to my bemused look. "Illegal selling of Green Orion Slave Girls is still a problem, as=20 you well know. Every oversexed teenager in this Quadrant seems to=20 obsess on the mythic sexuality of Green Orion Slave Girls, and when=20 they mature into lecherous adults, they're the ones they dream, leer=20 and sweat at the thought of sleeping with one or twelve. So trading=20 in living green lust objects remains a profitable trade." This I knew, but like most people it fades from the front of my=20 consciousness. "These ladies are being given a new start in life. A life away from=20 the Sex Palaces and Knocking Houses. "An extensive education is given them, and they are given a=20 multitude of skills to suit them for a modern Galaxy. Nothing=20 shoddy or scape-grace, mind you, but effort to fit them into the=20 Galatic milieu. "Not just job training, but lessons in daily living and adapting to=20 novel situations." "One of those lessons, evidently, include lessons in graciously=20 serving a meal. Am I correct, Mother?" "Right as rain, dear." Lwaxana smiled broadly, nodding. "That was=20 another turn of phrase I got from dear Kathryn. She had a lexicon=20 of them. ""Needs must when the devil drives" was another. She was a=20 veritable well, she was. Had a saying for everything." "Herding cats with geese, Mother," Deanna valiantly tried to swerve=20 us back to the children. Surprisingly, it took. "Yes, well as I stated, I went immediately to one of my teams of=20 sweet Orion Slave Girls. For I should not be entertaining my Noble=20 Children. Nor should I be controlling them. "I should be educating them. "On Betazed we do not merely test these robust females from Orion,=20 but we intrude in their surprisingly innocent minds during the=20 process to discover what parts of their new lives present problems,=20 and which give them joy. "I insist that they also learn gracious dining habits, from both=20 sides of the bowl. No more tearing a stewed fowl apart with teeth=20 and fingers. Not for MY teams of new Federation citizens. "Once my latest team was ensconced in my home, each of the children=20 were assigned to an Orion Girl. With them they would learn whatever=20 knowledge or expertise it was they were acquiring. Understudies to=20 the students, you might say. "At the same time the House AI created a course of study which might=20 be of use to my grandchildren and at a level they could handle.=20=20 House AI did it's usual delightful job." Lwaxana tried a little crimson fish with a yellow cream sauce on=20 it. She silently urged us to sample it as well. "We all studied together, myself included. We did it in the back=20 Atrium, and we all learned something. The Orion women interacted=20 with children, and they enjoyed the ex-Slave Girls. They were=20 usually clothed, as most of the Federation has obsolete stupid=20 clothing and nudity codes. "The result is that each of your darlings now has a presentation to=20 make to us. "After the meal." In minutes the table was cleared (I'd get back to that crimson fish=20 later, if Deanna doesn't beat me to it). "Tasha has been learning something about programming and repairing=20 meks," Lwaxana beamed. "The one with the delightful dimple in her=20 chin is Shugh. Madeyn Shugh has worked with my blond grandchild to=20 put together a little play for you." Tasha placed three giant ants on the table. They looked like Terran=20 ants, but they wore coats and hats. They were each higher when=20 standing than my extended hand was long, and it was visually easy to=20 follow what they did. One ant in a big sombrero cam close to another which wore a black=20 shawl, a black skirt and long black hair. The first went around and=20 around the female ant, for he was obviously courting her. Then another ant in a flat-topped black hat and bolero jacket came=20 running up and had some sort of argument with the first ant in the=20 sombrero hat. You needed no words beyond their flamboyant gestures=20 to understand this little playlet. Bolero ant knocked the Sombrero ant down, the then the Bolero ant=20 was knocked down, and then the first again. At this point the woman=20 ant knocked the second male ant down, helped the first ant up, and=20 they strode off behind the condiment daisy. What do you do at a moment like that? After a few minutes of=20 parental oohing and aaahing, Tasha wound up in my lap, and the next=20 act took place. Those Green Orion Slave Girls had the most lovely=20 long legs! "Bill now, he has a present for each Mommy. "He and one Orion girl learned how to make shoes. These are a joint=20 effort, but Bill is learning to do it all by himself." The shoemaker neighbor. It had to be. We were both given mid-shin boots. Nothing would do, of course, but=20 that we tried them on immediately. They fit perfectly, and they instantly felt comfortable. Obviously=20 the house AIs had communicated with each other when these boots were=20 being crafted. They knew our measurements to within a fraction of a=20 millimeter. Mine were bright red, and Deanna's were jet black and shiny. These boots were made for walking. "Morgan discovered an ancient instrument." Hair flowing easily down her shoulders Morgan sat herself lotus=20 style on the table and an Orion girl gave her a set of Pan pipes. "Morgan made them herself," Lwaxana explained. Obviously she had=20 help, but there was a certain haphazard look to them which argued=20 strongly for real hand construction. What followed was only a minute or so of soft lilting melody, but it=20 brought tears to my eyes. For the final act, we all repaired to the Vociuma, an area where a=20 few rings of stone seats surrounded a round miniature stage in the=20 round. After a minute, three of the Green Slave Girls returned with a lute,=20 a pair of cymbals, and a lyre, of sorts. They began to play a=20 winding piece which was obviously supposed to be sensuous. An Orion dancer came into the stage, and began moving in rhythms=20 which immediately told me that their reputations as dancers were no=20 exaggeration. She was well covered and even almost prim. With her many drapes her=20 body was almost invisible. But the dance was insidious and enticing. She opened her arms and with her many drapes, my eldest daughter=20 stood before us. She too was decently dressed, but in her own labored fashion she=20 danced counterpoint to the skilled adult who flowed about her.=20=20 Skirts, drapes, streamers, ribbons, masks, and the music continued=20 in its measured sureties. There was nothing improper occurring, but a little grace and beauty. Nolly was a woman. In her own mind, and in ours. Deanna gasped in=20 understanding, as did I. I saw Nolliana growing away from me, now. She would grow into her=20 own life and she would live it away from either myself or Deanna. The tears would not stop after that, and we both shed them on Nolly=20 when we embraced her moments later. Lwaxana made a small quack as we were inundated by offspring. She smiled at me, proud of her Goose's job in herding the cats. "By the way, Beverly, love of mine," Deanna whispered in my=20 ear. "Do you recall I bribed Mother into looking after our children=20 for a while? I nodded. "Mother would like you to spend the night with her. No demands or=20 coercion. Just a nice quiet night together, if you wish." Both Betazoids had read in my mind that I'd found Lwaxana a little=20 bit sexy. Lwaxana licked her lips. Now I knew where Deanna picked up that habit. Deanna rubbed both hands lovingly on my naked butt. She always did have a way with words. Silver tongued hands. Lwaxana was suddenly standing behind me, one hand on my back. "Beverly, dear, I always have had a thing for Captains. And you=20 command the "DAEDELUS"." "How many Captains would I make for you?" I teased. "Who counts when you're having fun?" she returned. END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: