Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-pas-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!pd7cy1no!shaw.ca!news3.optonline.net!feed5.newsreader.com!newsreader.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.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: "lyrastarwatcher" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS: Kindsar's Phenomenon 2/2 (K/S, challenge)[NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 642 Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2004 18:55:06 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1098298506 209.198.142.218 (Wed, 20 Oct 2004 14:55:06 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2004 14:55:06 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85149 X-Received-Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2004 11:55:12 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Kindsar's Phenomenon [NC-17] Author: Lyrastar Part: 2 of 2 **** Kirk was in the head, pants and briefs discarded, testing out his new equipment when his cabin door chimed. He had never especially wanted to be a man, but after so many years of existence in some strange, undefined netherworld, it was a relief to just be a normal-- anything. And besides that, his genitals felt really good! For the third time that day, he had enjoyed the feel of water passing through his new, elongated urethra. He had watched himself and explored himself, and now he was ready to see the package in action. He fondled his balls, now real and full of sensation and eager to show him what they could do. Where his enhanced clit had been, there was now a real penis, just as sensitive, but in different places. It was thick and heavy with ropy veins and it took his breath away just to watch it swell. He tested every part of it, then found a motion that came naturally and fell into a rhythm. He leaned back against the bulkhead, letting the cool seep into the skin of his low back. He ran a thumb over the head, willing his own semen to emerge, but none did. Apparently it would take more than just the will. He watched himself in the mirror as he stroked his penis out in front. In the excitement, his breathing changed and blood pooled in his crotch, but now a pearl of moisture leaked out over his finger, and he moaned at the damp. Unbidden, unformed images of Spock--Spock upon him, under him, in him--filled his mind. Close to the edge, Kirk dragged his palm away. This was too good to end so soon. The new weight of his arousal tugged heavily at his groin, as it stood suspended in midair. He lifted his hand to his nose and smelt the musk. He licked his finger and at the taste of the evidence of his own unquestionable masculinity, he groaned. He wrapped himself in his hand again and rocked his hips. His scrotum slapped against his hand with each motion. He had had no idea how sensitive testes really were. It was as if every touch and tingle was transmitted into them and magnified one hundred times. Jesus, how did men ever get anything else done? A strange pressure pooled in his belly--similar, but not the same as any he had known in his other form. He quickened his strokes and intensified the fantasies. Then he heard the door chime. Shit! With a final tug, he pulled on his shorts and washed his hands. "Come." It was Spock, still in men's uniform, but one made to fit. Jim walked out to the sleep compartment, the fabric rubbing against his erection, the tension still pounding in his pants. With every step the promise of the orgasm he had almost had announced itself more loudly in his middle. He did his best to turn a deaf ear. "You're very pretty," he said to Spock. His voice sounded throaty to his own ears. Spock appeared not to notice. "I came to inform you that we have duplicated the effect of the Kindsar emissions and transformed a laboratory rodent back, although the animal died from the total radiation bombardment. It remains to isolate the active components and hope that the necessary ones will not be toxic. It may however take some time. Considering all the previous unstudied emissions and combinations of emissions, there are over 1,493,843 still to try." Jim snorted. "Then let's hope you don't run out of lab animals before you find it." Spock cocked an eyebrow in silent agreement. "The science team is compiling an experimental order protocol now. We should be ready to being sequential testing within three hours." She really was beautiful, and not helping in the least with Kirk's personal problem under his shorts. He shuffled his legs, hoping the situation would become more comfortable, but it was to no avail. Preferring not to walk around with a woody, he sat himself down on the bed, trying for a position that would conceal the worst of his condition. From the angle of her gaze, it was clear that it was too late; Spock had already noticed. What else was new? Wasn't Spock always watching? A rueful grin spread over Jim's face. "I figured I might as well drive it while I've got it. I mean, didn't you--?" Jim jerked his head toward Spock's trousers. Both eyebrows shot up. "No. The thought had not occurred," said Spock primly. Jim chuckled. Tits or prick, there was no question, this was still Spock. His smile fell a little. "Spock, can I ask you something? Before you said that there were indications about me being female. It's very important to me that no one find out, so can I ask you: what did you mean?" Spock took a seat in the chair beside the bed. "Nothing that would be evident to anyone else. At times I have felt that there was a link growing between us. It confused me, as I was unable to place it. As homosexual bonds are impossible, I had wondered if it was a more Human emotion. Sometimes I believed I felt it back from you, and at other times you were so casual with me--and others--that I thought I must be mistaken." Jim's eyes were very bright. His balls still ached, but not as acutely as the knot inside his chest had begun to. "I couldn't, don't you see? I couldn't allow anyone close enough to see me, to feel me, to really touch me. One night encounters with strangers in the dark were all I could afford if I wanted to keep my ship--and nothing is more important than my ship." "'Were' all you could afford," Spock stressed. Spock stood up from the chair and ran two fingers up Jim's thigh-- not tentative but strong and sure--just unwilling to be rushed. The fingers stopped about three inches short. Jim's penis immediately swelled to granite and he felt the excruciating crush of the unreleased orgasm threatening in his groin. He sucked in his breath and spread his thighs a little wider. The heat of Spock's palm rested on his inner leg, the scent of the alien pheromones making him dizzy with desire. Jim opened his eyes and met Spock's gaze of invitation. Jim swallowed. "I need to warn you: if I had a reputation for being randy before, it's twice as bad now." "Indeed," said Spock and moved her palm up and over Jim's organs. Jim gasped once for breath, then pulled Spock down on top of him. ---- The first time they made love that night, it was over much too quickly; Jim was caught up in the thrill of his new masculinity. The second time it was almost comical with Jim laughing about Spock's tits, Spock's pussy, Spock's clit. The third time the enormity of the love and the needs that he had been denying out of necessity almost overwhelmed him. When the orgasm came it was like everything he ever had been was ejected though his semen in one final, terrible spasm and a new Jim Kirk was born from the pain. As he lay with Spock learning their new bodies together, he reflected that it was like being a virgin all over again--but a hell of a lot more fun. When lying wrapped around each other--too depleted to couple but unwilling to either separate or sleep-- Spock had introduced him to the intricacies of Vulcan finger intercourse Jim got some vague sense that his life had just changed in a way he was just starting to comprehend. The fourth time they made love that night, Spock, melded them together completely and Jim knew that he was gone with no interest in ever looking back. ----- The call came in on the third day. "Captain Kirk to the Biolab." Kirk rushed in the door. McCoy's boobs bounced up and down as she spoke. "We've found it, Captain, but we have a new problem now." "Good news first," said Kirk. "It is a combination of Gorgsen, Renolds and hyper-mu-6-alpha rays," said Spock. "The effect is relatively easy to produce and entirely safe for humanoid life." "So, what's the bad news?" said Kirk. "Time." McCoy keyed up a diagram on the biocomp. "We ran several safety tests on the lab animals. Most converted just fine. Some of the more recent ones didn't. When we reanalyzed, we found that the strange oscillation was gone." "So?" "So when the oscillation stops, the animal can no longer be reconverted; the change will be permanent. Apparently the Kindsar effect is only reversible while the oscillation continues. It slows and stops over time. How much time, I don't know, but judging from the lab animals, I think we'd better hurry." "Then get right on it." "I have already taken the liberty of consulting with Mr. Scott. He can have a unit set up to emit over life support within thirty minutes," said Spock. "Can you use the experimental unit?" asked Kirk. "It would take a lot longer to do it individually. It's a small, focused beam sized for lab animals. Say ninety seconds or so per person, plus another ten seconds, plus or minus, to reset the unit," said McCoy, "Then start the process immediately," said Kirk. McCoy called the on-duty staff to Sickbay. "Spock, have Mr. Scott rig the unit, but not to shipwide life support. Have him isolate one area to irradiate." "In gods name, why, Jim?" asked McCoy as he reset the emitter. "Isn't it obvious?" said Kirk. "I'm staying like I am." Spock's face fell. She swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Captain." She turned on heel and left for Engineering. She should have known that this was not meant to last. Vulcans were not bred for happiness. --- McCoy insisted on being first. Kirk stepped into the office, to be safe. Three minutes later McCoy bounded in with a five o'clock shadow and a grin from ear to ear. "Looks like it worked," said McCoy. "Oscillation gone, structure stabilized, genetic sequence the same as my last physical. I think we did it." "Keep going," said Kirk. "Just in case there's a problem with the larger unit." Kirk stayed and watched as one by one nurses and orderlies passed through the office in uniforms again dramatically out of size, otherwise looking like their old selves. When Chapel passed through, he turned to leave. She had made a damned good looking man, but all in all, he preferred her the old way. ---- Kirk met up with Spock in Engineering. "How's it going?" "Nearly there, Captain," said Scott, a Perry wrench between her teeth. She lay on her back tinkering with something under a console. As a uniform accommodation, she had opted for a kilt, which now had been scrunched and pushed up above her knees to the middle of two very white, very healthy looking thighs. Kirk averted his eyes, determined not to try to peek under the hem. "We've set it for the Engine Room," said Scott. "We'll have to drop out of warp for the process, but the shielding will contain and concentrate the rays, making it more effective. We can take groups of sixty. Each cycle will take less than a minute." "Spock, make a schedule. Make sure everyone knows where to be and when. We need to move fast and we don't want anyone accidentally re- converted." "Not possible," said Spock. "After the first change, the oscillation ceases. Once changed back to its original form, the emitter is no longer able to effect a change; the reconversion will be permanent. We have tried and failed to change laboratory animals multiple times." "Well, that simplifies matters. Begin when ready." It took less than seventeen minutes. Scotty was in the last group to go. Spock stayed at the controls. Kirk shook her hand formally. "Ms. Spock, it's been nice to know you, but I was rather fond of my First Officer the way he was. So, if you don't mind--" Kirk swept his hand toward the exit and made ready to operate the emitter himself. Spock stood where she was. "I cannot, Captain." "Why?" "As I attempted to explain, Vulcans cannot form homosexual bonds. If I revert, all we have is lost." Kirk reacted. "Well, you can't stay like that--just for me." "I see no reason why not. My gender is not important. My-- Our happiness is." Spock extended two fingers Jim stroked them back and any doubts vanished in the rich flush of togetherness. Kirk nodded. "Okay. I see your point." He threw the switch. Less than a minute later Scott reappeared, boy parts once again swinging free under his kilt. "I think that does it," said Kirk. "Mr. Scott, dissemble the device and re-engage warp when ready." "Now, Captain?" Scott looked at Spock with uncertainty. "That is what I said, Mr. Scott." "Aye, aye, Sir." Scotty climbed up to the vent and began to unseal the emitter. He turned his head to watch as together Kirk and Spock exited the room. He could have sworn Kirk's hand rested a little lower on Spock's waist than he was used to seeing. Maybe the decision wasn't so strange as it appeared. Kirk, well, his reputation said it all. But it was reported that Vulcan ways were different. Technician Keller came over to assist with the disassembly. "Well what do you think o that, laddie?" asked Scott. "I think that Lt. Uhura is going to be very smug, and that Ensign Chekov is going to be out a couple liters of very good vodka." Scott grunted in agreement and loosened the first bolt. "Um. No great loss there--potato juice. Real men bet Scotch--at least if they expect to win. Never a dull moment around here. Pass me the kerliunium aligner, will ya?" ----- It had been a long three days for both of them. Spock had had no sleep, and Jim had had very little. A prudent person would have said that their few hours in bed together that one time could have been better spent. That person would have received a vociferous argument from both of them. "Is it very different?" asked Jim as he watched Spock undress. The curve of her back as she arched to peel of her clothing made him suddenly, uncomfortably hard. He felt a flush of shame at the sheer physical force of his desires for someone--perhaps the only one--he genuinely loved, but he could not undo the fire within his middle. The more he tried to ignore it, the more he wanted sex--with Spock. "It is all different," said Spock, "but I think, not in the way you mean. I want you very much." Naked, Spock turned to him and lay herself upon him. With the first press of lips to lips, Jim lost all his doubt. The visceral fire was not only his but mutual, more than matched by the one within his arms. They kissed until kissing became torture. They touched everywhere hands could reach. They came to know the pleasures and the inadequacies of skin moving against skin. In one fluid, move Jim flipped her over. Spock drew her legs up on the bed, a pillow beneath her stomach. She spread her knees and raised her ass and waited, inviting Jim in--in no uncertain terms. With a murmur that sounded more like a blessing, Jim plunged in from behind. The power almost overwhelmed him. He took her harder, more roughly than he had taken any woman before. Jim pushed her down against the bed, hands on her shoulder blades, nailing her beneath his strength. He buried himself to the hilt within her and thrust with all his might. Still Spock rocked back to meet him with every movement, the concentration of long-unreleased desire shaking her body from inside out. She muttering indecencies that would make an ensign blush, each one logically calculated to enflame him further. She knew him far too well. She spoke of things she would do to him, would have him do to her, some of which Jim had often fantasized, and some of which he knew he would now in the future. They were phrases Jim hadn't thought a Vulcan would either recognize or use about acts he had presumed no Vulcan would deign to perform. He had seldom been so happy to be wrong. And like everything else, Spock was so good at this. Really, he should have known. Jim felt the climax building in his gland--that feeling he was rapidly coming to know and love. Through the spasms of his throat, he managed to choke out a warning. Perhaps the consideration was a mistake, for at the sound of the very words, Spock moved. She pulled herself out from underneath, and tossed Jim down on his back. She pinned his shaft between her breasts and wrapped her arms around his ass, holding him immobile in her grasp. She licked and sucked at the ripples of his chest and abs, but held them welded tightly together until the worst of Jim's undulations and impotent protestations died in a heap of sweat and frustration. "I was right there," said Jim, face flaccid with defeat. "I could almost taste the come." "And you will again," said Spock, feeling the tension ease just a little in Jim's lower body. "When I decide it is time. Do not forget that I am still Vulcan. I am still stronger than you." Jim shivered beneath her as Spock sucked Jim's navel and whirled her tongue in little circles. She stopped to speak. "I made the mistake of certain assumption based on your appearance. Do not make the same mistake with me." Sliding down Jim's body with a lick and a kiss to his penis, Spock swung herself up and over him and squatted. She held his eyes and as Jim panted in anticipation, she slowly--so slowly--lowered herself down upon him. Spock looked him squarely in the eye and spoke each word distinctly. "I am going to fuck you until you come." She lowered herself all the way and clenched her muscles. Jim exhaled in a violent gasp as the muscles clutched at him and sucked him in. Spock fell to a kneel and locked her knees and feet against Jim's body. With deliberate slowness she raised and lowered herself around his shaft, contracting and releasing rhythmically, timing it to Jim's cries of blathering sensation. Their hips moved together, two as one, blade and sheath, yin and yang. "Who is fucking whom?" asked Spock. "I don't know," Jim barely choked, "just don't stop!" Spock didn't, and they both came with a howl that rivaled a warp breach. "Mmm, wake up." Jim tried unsuccessfully to roll the sated Vulcan off of his stomach. "I thought Vulcans didn't need as much sleep as Humans." "It depends upon the circumstances," said Spock. "Surely you don't believe we only doze off every seven years." Jim laughed out loud and rolled them together side by side. He kissed her forehead in unabashed affection. "I certainly hope not. I'd have to get hundreds more of you. At least one for every day-- maybe two." "You wouldn't survive it," said Spock, tweaking him on the nipple. "Maybe not," said Jim, "but I can think of worse ways to go." Fingers and thoughts mingling in the haze between sleep and wake, they both passed over the borderline together. --- "Mr.--Spock?" Uhura greeted her uncertainly as Kirk and Spock emerged on the Bridge the next morning. "Good morning, Uhura. Tell the Record's Officer to mark Mr. Spock's gender reassignment as permanent," Kirk said, sliding into his chair and crossing his legs as always. "Yes, Sir." Uhura recovered with her usual aplomb, and made the report as ordered. Chekov looked over to the science station. "Mr. Spock, if you are going to be staying--like that, I vas vondering: vould you be free for dinner some night?" Spock drew herself up to her most formal of poses. "I must regretfully inform you that I have a prior engagement." "A pity," said Chekov with a melodramatic sigh. "It vould have been magnificent." Uhura chuckled under her breath as she signed off with the Record's Officer. "Give it up, Pavel." She thought no one heard, but she forgot about those Vulcan ears. When she turned back to the center to catch Kirk's next order, Spock's eyes still twinkled in her direction. "Uhura, notify Starbase 18 that was will not be putting into port after all. Mr. Chekov, if you are quite through hitting on my First Officer, will you please set course for Holz's Planet?" "Captain!" Uhura shrieked. Spock had fallen back in her chair, apparently in the midst of some seizure. As they watched, she slid limply to the deck, shaking in violent spasms. "Dr. McCoy to the Bridge!" Jim leapt up and grabbed her shoulders. "Spock!" "Jim." Spock's eyes were unfocused and rolled back in their sockets. She reached up, her arm moving in terrible, ragged jerks, and flailed blindly in the air. Jim took her hand and crushed it to his chest. "Hold on," he whispered. "McCoy's coming." He floundered for their bond, but could not catch it with his mind. It was there; he could see it waving just always barely beyond his grasp tantalizing him with its nearness. It was as if Spock's psionic faculties were in the same chaotic disarray as her body and Kirk's own inchoate mental disciplines were not skilled enough to rein them in. McCoy arrived, medikit already open. "What happened?" "I don't know," Uhura said. "Spock was just standing there, then she started shaking and collapsed." McCoy ran his scan. "Damn! It's that goddamned cooper-tinted hybrid DNA of hers. Something about the genetic engineering must make it different. As the oscillation slows, it's unraveling. The chromosomes are tearing themselves apart. I don't think she'll survive it. Call Chapel to the Bridge with the portable emitter. I'm going to have to change her back to stabilize the structure." "No!" Spock shouted. " I cannot-- It may stabilize on its own." "Sure. After you're dead, no doubt it will. It's progressing fast, Spock. I have to. Where's that dammed emitter?" Chapel bounded out of the turbolift and to his side with the machine. McCoy activated it and raised it to Spock's head. "No!" Spock grabbed his wrist. "Don't, please. Jim, please--" Her voice deteriorated into a gibberish of shaky vocalizations. Kirk reached for Spock's hand on his wrist and gently unwrapped the fingers. Even as he did, he marveled at the fine grace of them. He caressed the woman's hand in the gesture he had been taught for one final intimacy. At last he caught the tail end of their bond and he rolled it around his mind and treasured every last sensation, storing up these memories for all time. "Give her the treatment, Bones." "Jim, no--" Spock's eyes would not stay open through the trembling, but the voice was a naked plea. Even as she said the words, the rays of the emitter penetrated her body and the spasms slowed. Before their eyes, Spock transformed back into the man he had been. He stared blankly at his hand in Kirk's. "It's gone," he said, mouthing the words too quietly for anyone but the three of them to hear. "It's all gone." His face twisted into a portrait of the most terrible pain. He turned to the side to raise himself to his feet. When he turned back to his friends again, he was all Spock. "Stabilized," McCoy reported with relief. "He's back to his impossible, green-blooded old self. " Jim stayed kneeling on the deck next to the spot where Spock's body had lain. He looked up and met Spock's bleak face. He made a decision that was surprisingly little of a decision after all. "Now, do me." McCoy pulled in close to his face. "Jim, are you sure? You have what you've always wanted. If I change you back, it'll be permanent, you know. You won't ever get it back." "Do it!" Jim snapped. "Before it's too late." The hollow emptiness in his head hurt more with ever passing heartbeat. He hadn't even realized just how lonely he had been. McCoy nodded and reset the device. He passed it along Kirk's body. There was no external change, but Jim felt it in his briefs and in his mind. He lifted his head and Spock reached down. Jim took his hand and the love poured through their bond and threatened to sap all his strength clear away. Somewhere in the moment, Spock pulled Jim to his feet. "Thank you," said Jim. "It worked." ***Captain's Log, Stardate 5865.3: All personnel have received full medical clearance as recovered from the effects of the Phenomenon and we are underway to Holz's Planet as ordered for the annual examination of the colonists. "The good thing is that McCoy kept my XY sample. He says that will make--amending my medical records a lot easier from here on out." "Do you miss your male anatomy?" Spock asked as they undressed for bed. "No. I never wanted to be a man, just a starship captain. I find this quite satisfactory." Jim gave Spock's bum a propriatorial squeeze. "Besides," Jim continued, "this way it's easier to keep my facial and body hair down the way I like it." Jim rubbed his uncommonly smooth chest. "And orgasms are less messy too." "You are missing out on the prostate," observed Spock. "Not an inconsequential loss." "Oh, I have a very adequate G spot," Jim said, "as you should know very well by now. As a genotypic female, I can get my clit erect any time I want and have multiple orgasms too boot." "Vulcans males are also polyorgasmic," said Spock. "Really?" said Jim, pulling up the sheet. "Come here; let's check that out." For the first time, but nowhere near the last, they loved each other in the bodies they had known for so long. ~Lyra October, 2004. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: