Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!prodigy.com!news-feed01.roc.ny.frontiernet.net!nntp.frontiernet.net!nntp.giganews.com.MISMATCH!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: <000901c4a036$b0c69920$6501a8c0@col.wideopenwest.com> References: From: "Babs Bunny" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: Re: NEW TNG: "Daddy's Little Girl" 1/1 (D/Y, au, challenge) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 228 Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2004 00:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1095814502 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 21 Sep 2004 20:55:02 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 20:55:02 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:84694 X-Received-Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 17:55:05 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Aww! I liked that!:) Granted, it's odd seeing Data as a girl, but you did that very very well!! Babs Bunny ----- Original Message ----- From: "longbeachtrekstar" To: Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2004 3:10 AM Subject: [ASCEML] NEW TNG: "Daddy's Little Girl" 1/1 (D/Y, au, challenge) [NC-17] Title: Daddy's Little Girl Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: D/Y, au, challenge Rating: NC-17 Parts: 1/1 Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just for fun. Archiving: ASCEM, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: This is a challenge response. Which one will be revealed later. Summary: Data and Yar have some pillow talk. "Daddy's Little Girl" by longbeachtrekstar, September 2004 Tasha rolled back from the edge of the bed to snuggle once again against Data's body. The flesh was warm, and soft, and in the low light it was easy to overlook its artificial gold color. She could believe she was with a real live human. Not that the artificiality bothered her. Tasha believed in souls more than bodies. But bodies could be nice too. Tasha trailed her hand down across Data's taut stomach. Across a belly-button -- how curious. Her hand found the tangled strands of the top of Data's pubic hair, and Tasha couldn't resist playfully scratching and pulling there. Had Data just sighed? In the quiet warmth of Data's bed, in the otherwise Spartan living quarters, Tasha Yar rested one hand on the android's shoulder while allowing her other to continue its trek. She pushed through the dark hair and down between the legs, gently placing her hand on ... Data's pussy. Yes, Tasha thought, she'd definitely sighed that time. Tasha gently slid her hand back and forth across Data's pussy, her fingers slipping between the lips, where all was warm and wet. "Do you like that?" Tasha smiled. "To like something is to invoke an emotional response which I am not capable of." Tasha's smile faded, and she started to pull her hand back. Data's own hand quickly landed on top of it, holding it there. "However," continued Data, "as I experience certain sensory input patterns, I become accustomed to them. Eventually, the patterns are anticipated, and even missed when absent. Please continue." "You *do* like that, don't you?" teased Tasha as she renewed her stroking of the android's wet slit. The corners of Data's mouth curled up slightly, and she nearly smiled. Once again, she marveled at the effect Tasha's ministrations were having on her. Involuntary response programs were initiated, creating sensations she was only slowly becoming accustomed to. They were sensations she felt worth investigating further. Tasha's fingers pushed inward, slipping past the flesh-like folds and deep into the interior. Data moaned and opened her legs wider -- quite wide in fact. She really was quite limber. Tasha now breathed gently across Data's warm breast. The young blonde alternated, breathing slow warm breaths, followed by quick cool breezes. She reached out with just the very tip of her tongue to tickle Data's nipple. She watched with satisfaction as the golden brown nub stiffened and grew. How much did Data feel, she wondered. And how much was mere programming, mimicking human response with no feeling. Did Data herself even know? Could a human even know? Didn't her own nipples grow hard and erect with the proper stimulation, regardless of what she may or may not be feeling? Enough contemplation, she told herself, and leaned down to take Data's nipple fully into her mouth. Tasha sucked, and her fingers continued their thrusting. Data's pulse quickened, or seemed to. The android wrapped her arms around her blonde lover as she drew her knees up. "Kiss me!" the android begged. She needn't have. Tasha was only too willing to comply. Crimson lips met amber ones as the two beings merged. Still, Tasha did not pause in her assault on Data's heated sex. Data's motions were equal parts thrusting, to meet Tasha's fingers half way, and squirming, as if the sensations were too much and she wished to get away. Data's body convulsed under Tasha's handiwork and finally reached a crescendo. Unknown codes inside unrecognized programs initiated such a series of cascading routines that Data was overcome by a very human- looking female orgasm. Her legs clamped together as her pussy grasped at Tasha's fingers. Shudders wracked her body as her hips bucked wantonly up and down on the bed. The only difference Tasha ever noticed was that Data never broke a sweat. Data, who normally was stronger and possessed of more endurance than anyone else aboard ship, even seemed to need time to recover. So they simply lay together and snuggled, as they were doing before this latest round of love-making. ***** Some time later, Tasha crawled from between the sweaty sheets -- it annoyed her to some extent that the sweat was all hers, but Data never seemed to mind -- to fix a couple cool drinks. She was so used to doing this that she no longer considered the fact that Data did not need to drink, but only mimicked her human companion. "It never fails to intrigue me," commented Data as she sat up in bed, taking the drink offered by Tasha, "that no matter how many times I experience 'orgasms', each one is somehow different. There are certain general parameters, but exactly when or how one will start or finish differs every time. Is it that way for you?" "Well, yes. But I think you might be more keenly aware of the slight differences than I am. I find them all quite similar -- and quite fun." The two girls, sitting in bed with their drinks, were not above admiring each other's bodies. Tasha, she with the short blonde hair, perky tits, and well-toned frame. And Data, with yellow eyes and golden skin. Her dark brown hair was straight and long, combed back from her forehead to fall softly across her shoulders. Her bosom was fuller than Tasha's, rounder, and she turned as many eyes aboard ship as any other "female". "I'm wondering..." Tasha was curious about something, but unsure of how to proceed. She got out of the bed to freshen her drink -- and to put some distance between herself and Data. "Why would Doctor Soong make his android female? Not that I mind, mind you, but... wouldn't it have been far easier to make one... neutral? I mean, your parts, you can't really use them... not *really*." "You mean I cannot reproduce? That is true. But you have also not reproduced." "Well, no." "Yet, do you not consider that you have *used* your parts?" "Touché, Madame Data." Tasha turned and raised her glass in mock salute. "I should have known better than to cross swords with you. Y'know, most fathers want a son for their first-born." "And so did mine. I have an 'older brother'." "What?" "The first android my father created was a male, named Lore. He was banished from the Omicron Theta colony before Doctor Soong created me." Data got up from the bed and crossed the room to Tasha. "Although the records are not clear, I possess certain memory fragments which suggest that it was at the urging of Doctor Soong's wife, Julianna, that he attempt a girl next." Data stopped talking, and her head canted slightly to one side. Her eyes flickered back and forth ever so slightly, though she was not actually looking at anything. It was just a manifestation of her positronic brain mulling over the peculiarities of human inter- relationships. "Is it always so?" asked Data. "Do fathers always want sons, and mothers, daughters?" "Not always, but it's common enough, I suppose." "Common enough for what?" "It's common, Data. That's all I meant. Besides, it's just one side of the coin, really. For every father's son or mother's daughter, you also have a daddy's little girl or a mama's boy." "Did you know -- if your parents wanted a boy or a girl?" "Well, they got two girls, and they seemed happy enough with us," replied Tasha, with just a touch of self-deprecation. "In the end, parents love their children no matter what." "And you loved them?" "Of course." "Do you think my parents loved me? After all, as an android, I could not return their affection." Tasha smiled and put her hands on Data's shoulders. She let them glide down Data's sides, across her narrow waist, coming to rest on her hips. "I know they did." Tasha leaned forward to kiss Data gently on her lips. "And I share the sentiment." (End) ***** Challenge: Stephen's "The Other Sex" challenge. ***** Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. 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