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Immortal Beloved(weird Star Trek fantasy), Part Fo
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
IMMORAL BELOVED - (A Love Showdown starring Kes, Neelix, and the Doctor)
Part 4 - "Doctor Neelix, I presume."
"This is never going to work. Never!" declared the mature, auburn
haired woman.
Chakotay reclined on the sofa and watched his commanding officer
slowly go insane.
Captain Kathryn Janeway paced the floor of her ready room like a
cat, anxious and tense. Her immaculate hair bun and crisp uniform did
well to hide her physical fear and annoyance over the whole affair.
Affair! How apt!
Even now, down in the heart of Voyager, Chief Engineer B'Elanna
Torres was preparing to scan and upload the physical features of Neelix,
the ship's adopted Morale Officer, into the imaging system of the
Emergency Medical Holographic Program. The intent was for the light and
gravity formed Doctor to replace the flesh and blood based Neelix in the
upcoming Love Showdown being waged between Neelix's ex-love, Kalaxis of
Talax, and his current lady d'amour, Kes of Ocampa. Kes had made a deal
with the charismatic and crusty Kalaxis: Kes and Neelix would make love
while Kalaxis looked on, judging; if the sex was true, then Neelix and Kes
would remain together, untouched by the other woman's vengeance.
However...
If the couple's copulations did not meet Kal's approval, then
Neelix would be taken back into the hungering embrace of his former female
flame... forever!
Fearing his own death and possibly that of Kes, Neelix concocted
the idea of the projected proxy, the hologram as a stand in. So in truth,
in three hours it would the Doctor making love to Kes.
But to Kalaxis, Kes, and everyone else aboard, it would appear to
be the Morale Officer himself.
"I dunno," Chakotay mused. "It just might work. It all depends on
how good of an actor the Doctor is. And if he can make Kes... well, you
know."
Janeway pouted. Yes, she well knew what the Doctor had to "do"
for Kes. For the longest time, Kathryn had been secretly waiting for the
rugged and rough Chakotay to "do" the same to her. (So far the only action
she had seen on this blasted trip were some aborted naughty dreams and
some botched nasty holodeck romps.) "There's too much at risk. Tuvok is
still fuming about the security lockout that would render Sickaby blind to
visual scans. And I'm not to thrilled that I have to actually sit there
with Kalaxis and watch Kes and Nee... I mean Kes and the Doctor go at it
till the cows come home! Argh!" she screamed, pulling at her hair, only
damaging it's coif superfically. "If I weren't so bloody angry already I'd
be totally incensed!"
Chakotay smiled and shook his head, sitting up on the couch and
beckoning. "Come here, captain. I think I know what you need."
Kathryn dismissed the initial invite with a rueful smile. "Unless
you dispense hard liquor, commander, I doubt it."
Chakotay knew his place aboard Voyager: he was second in command,
an underling of this intimidating and impressive woman. But now a woman
brought to breakdown by the insanity of the last few days. "Kathryn, come
here. Please."
She stopped her tracking. Wait one minute. He just called her
Kathryn. Chakotay had never called her Kathryn in all the months they had
been lost out here in the Delta Quadrant. Never.
"Whatever you have in mind, it better be legal," she joked as she
stepped up to the conversation area, lowering her tired frame onto
the couch, next to the First Officer.
"It is," he promised.
She waited for him to do something.
Probably some mystical chant.
But it wasn't that at all.
Reaching out, he began to massage and grip the back of her slender
neck and tightened shoulders.
Oddly, while meant to relax and unwind her, the touch of Chakotay
made Kathryn tense up even more. She had not been expecting this intimacy
either! In all the weeks they had served together, Chakotay had "touched"
Janeway only once. Once! And that was just a reassuring hand on the
shoulder! To go from such casual contact to this more involved feeling was
incredible.
"Great spirit! You're wound tighter than a top!" Chakotay spoke
lowly, almost whispering into the woman's ear. "If this is what it means
to be a Starfleet captain, I'm glad I got out while I did!"
Kathryn laughed.
And relaxed.
She left her head lull to the side as a smile curled on her lips.
Even through the thick, unsensual fabric of her uniform, Chakotay's large
hands felt soooooo good as they pulled and pushed on the skin and muscles
of her neck and upper back. He was no amateur at this. Being a spiritual
man, Chakotay had obviously become more in tune with the physical aspects
of the world as well. "You know, that's not too bad, commander." She
turned slightly to smile his way. "In fact, this is so good I just might
ask you to visit me on a regular basis."
"I'd be happy to," he breathed. "Didn't you know that I offer
massage therapy to everyone on board?"
"No, I didn't," Kathryn almost whined. How unfair! All this time,
she could've been experiencing the man's seasoned and sensitive fingers
and thumbs kneeding and pinching her aching form, all over.
But another thing occurred.
How many other women (and men) were receiving this special
attention from the First Officer? Was it too late? Although Seska had
supposedly been Chakotay's most intimate companion, where there others
as well? B'Elanna? Ensign Ulu? Jenny D? Who else was there?!
"Something wrong, Kathryn?" the man prompted, sensing the body
he was trying uncoil tense up again.
Kathryn banished her jealous and distracting thoughts. "No, no.
Not at all. Keep up the good work back there, mister. Don't stop till I
drop!"
"Ha! How would that look to the crew? You unconscious in my arms?"
Kathryn's eyes narrowed in thoughts of ecstasy.
After so long, to be so full of abandon.
To feel like a woman, truly and deeply in the erotic senses. On
all other fronts, she ruled supreme: captain, scientist to boot, as well
as unoffical diplomat and unlicensed ship's counselor. The crew regarded
her well. She felt sure of that. But no one... no one... seemed to see
her as JUST a woman. A woman with needs and feelings that were growing
cold with neglect. It wasn't like she could just open a subspace channel
and converse on end with her distant lover, Mark.
Even subspace sex was denied her.
And now, with a man of Chakotay's caliber touching and easing her
body into relaxation and pleasure, Kathryn began to feel... human again.
Meaning she desired.
Meaning she wanted.
She wanted him.
Wanted him to massage this uniform right off of her!
To be with her.
On her, together exposed and vulnerable.
Oh, to be vulnerable again!
The timing was wrong.
But the mood was right.
She had to tell him!
"Chakotay, I'd like say something. Uh... You can feel free to laugh
or leave or whatever if you... don't like it."
Chakotay regarded her thoughtfully. "I doubt I'll laugh, captain.
And it would be the height of rudeness to leave at a time like this. What
do you have on your mind?"
He slowly, ever so slowly, began to work his hands to the fore of
her neck, brushing the back edge of her curved jaw.
She swallowed, braving the raving thoughts to turn around and let
him massage her chest and stomach. No! I'm not some cheap slut, some
hungry tart! I'm Kathryn Janeway! And I'm going to do this the proper way.
"Commander... Chakotay..., I... I..."
He waited for her to complete.
"I...I...!"
"Tuvok to Janeway," the monotoned voice of the Voyager's Security
Chief rudely erupted from hidden speakers.
Both man and woman, masseur and massaged, looked up at the ceiling
in surprise. For Chakotay, it was not very irritating at all. He was more
concerned over poor Kathryn's situation.
As for Kathryn?
Let's just say her mood flipped again.
Or more accurately, she flipped.
"What?! What do you want?!" she thundered, leaping to her feet,
leaving Chakotay dumbfounded, massaging and grasping thin air.
Tuvok cleared his voice before continuing. While not human
himself, he knew human behavior. And Janeway's present vocal attitude was
not that of a happy camper. "I am sorry to disturb you, captain, but I
believe I have found a way to circumvent the scanner lock-out Kalaxis had
ordered us implement when Mr. Neelix and Kes retire to Sickbay. (Tuvok,
although Chief of Security, was one of the majority of crewmen who did not
know of the holographic switch.)
Kathryn folded her arms and chewed her lips. "Really. Is that a
fact?"
"I would have thought you would approve of such information,
captain," Tuvok cautiously spoke over the line. "If you do not wish me to
pursue this avenue of security, I shall endeavour to..."
"It's fine, Tuvok!" she spat, trying to keep back the rage at yet
another interrupted session of pleasure, this one a bonafide experience
and not just some saucy dream. "Co-ordinate with Torres and her staff. And
report to me ONLY when you are ready to go. CLEAR?!"
"Affirmative. Tuvok out."
The Vulcan was obviously beating a hasty retreat.
Kathryn shook her whole self.
She cleared her mind of Tuvok, the others, even Kalaxis.
Back to being a woman again.
Back to simple pleasure.
"Ah well! Where were..."
She turned to face to the couch.
Chakotay was not there.
She whirled around, confused and desperate.
So enraged by Tuvok's intrusion, she had not seen the First
Officer get up and cross over to the door of the ready room. "I'll go
check on B'Elanna's progress with Neelix," he assured her as the door
open. "As soon as she's finished with him, I'll send her over to Tuvok."
"What? Wait! What about..?" She pointed to the couch and her
neck, even making rubbing gestures on her shoulders.
"Don't worry. After this whole mess is over I'm sure I'll find time
for you," he promised with a grin. "But my schedule is pretty tight for
the next week. Ensign Kim has three appointments booked already! I don't
know what it is with that kid, but he likes my massages."
"I can understand," Kathryn said, voice cracking. A week? She
might have to wait a whole damn week?
"See you later," Chakotay waved, then exited.
Kathryn half heartedly saluted back.
She had been so close.
So close!
To touching.
Smiling.
Living!
Kathryn decided when next she saw him, she was going to give the
erstwhile Lt. Tuvok a nice sharp kick in the
"Nuts!" B'Elanna cursed as she adjusted her probe, angling it
further into the carcass of the spherical hologram imager. The camera-like
device was mounted on a pedestal, aiming towards a small alcove on the
other side of the holographic programming suite.
"Problems, Chief?" voiced Neelix, the subject of said scanning
device. He stood impatiently in the alcove, waiting for the testy Torres
to finally fix the imager. He had been waiting nearly ten minutes already.
Intolerable! "If this gizmo isn't working, my whole plan is shot! Oh,
Gygar, please let this work. Please let Chief Torres find the knowledge to
fix this blasted heap!"
"You are not helping, Neelix," B'Elanna eyed him with evil thoughts.
She had doubts and reservations about aiding this snouted chauvinist. A
member of the crew? Sure, she could live with that. But why the captain
and others should bend over backwards to help the creep escape just
desserts, B'Elanna could not fathom.
"Perhaps you'd like me to sneek a peek?" Neelix offered his less
then sterling engineering services. "I have become quite familiar with
much of your Federation technology, you know."
"Indeed I do, mister. You almost overloaded the entire transporter
grid when you attempted to use it as a pressure cooker. Kahless, where
you get your notions from I..." B'Elanna ceased her rant unexpectedly with
a smile. "There! That should do it."
To respond, the imager device hummed into life.
"All right, Neelix. We're ready. Just stand still, arms at your
sides. The computer will do a complete scan of you from head to toe."
Neelix eyed the imager warily. "Um, I didn't ask before but...
will it hurt?"
"Oh yes. Definitely. Some people have died in extreme, blood
curdling agony from having a holographic profile scan. Mmm-hmmm. Nasty,
nasty business."
Neelix swished his lower jaw in offense as a light blue scan beam
began to dance across his body, tracing and following the contours of his
face as well as the pattern and color scheme of his pants and breast
coast. "Really, Chief. I was just asking. No need to be flip."
B'Elanna rolled her eyes.
The scan lasted only fifteen seconds. To be quite honest, there
wasn't much for the unit to absorb.
For the moment.
As the blue light faded, Neelix prepared to step out of the
alcove, sighing with a smile. "Excellent! Now all I have to do is hide
and wait for it all to be over. Joy!"
"Halt!" was Torres' retort, pointing him back into the alcove.
"I'm not done yet. This first scan was just to capture your main line
image. Now..." She shuddered. "Now I need you to undress."
"Excuse me? Disrobe? Whatever for?!" the indignant Delta Quadrant
inhabitant exclaimed.
"Neelix, think. Wouldn't it look pretty silly if Kalaxis saw a
hologram with your head but the Doctor's body? The computer needs to know
what you look like naked so it can complete the program. Kalaxis is your
old gal, correct? She's seen you in your birthday suit."
"Birthday suit? I thought you wanted me to strip?"
Although she would loathe it, B'Elanna was prepared to undress
the uncooperative Talaxian herself by force. "Neelix, just take you
clothes off already. I've got a million other things to look after on
this ship that don't pertain to you!"
Neelix found that hard to believe. "Very well, Chief. But please
don't tell me beloved you saw me as she does every night."
Poor Kes! B'Elanna noted, turning away as Neelix began to undo
the hidden snaps of his coat. "Trust me, Neelix. There are very few
people I want knowing what we've 'shared' here."
"Oh good," he cheerfully accepted. "As a point of total disinterest,
you seemed to imply that the electronic man is also, as they say, naked
beneath his clothes. Is that true?"
"Apparently," B'Elanna agreed with Neelix's skepticism. She
walked over to a wall panel and activated it's holographic image files.
It was right in front of her eyes. "The Doctor's programmers incorporated
a true likeness to a male human body, down to skin texture, hair... what
little he has of it... and all the rest. Here. I'll call up the file so
we can see what he looks like without his uni-.... Oh my!"
Neelix tried to peer over her shoulder, as she blocking part of
the wall screen. What he could see proved that Doctor did in fact mimic
his humanoid programmers down the last detail: the picture of the morose
medico was as naked as Neelix almost was himself.
But Torres' shoulder obscured the surgeon's lower half.
"I can't see everything," whined Neelix. "What's so special? Why
did you...?"
B'Elanna hastily deactivated the screen. "N-nothing, Neelix. It
was nothing. I... I just wasn't expecting him to be so... so... natural."
"Oh. I see," the Talaxian grunted. "Well, I have disrobed. I am
ready for you to scan me."
B'Elanna cleared her dry throat, pushing away the... incredible
endowment of the Doctor sans clothing. Her stomach began to churn at the
thought that when she turned around, another man she would see unveiled.
This one, hardly a rose on the eyes.
I am part Klingon! There is no pain I cannot stand!
I am part Klingon!! There is no pain I cannot stand!!
She turned.
"All right then. Just let me OhmygodNeelixyou'reHUGE!"
B'Elanna spurted before she could catch herself.
While pudgy, waxy, and by no means physically fit, Neelix did
have one "small" thing going in his favor.
B'Elanna made an estimate of the length.
Fourteen inches!
Just as the rumors propagated by the deviant Delaney Sisters and
Tom Paris had promised, Neelix's phallus was fourteen inches long. It
tumbled forth from a tuft of orange pubic hair and hung neatly between his
legs, almost looking like a third leg in fact! His scrotum was actually of
inferior size. But who cared? When compared to the penis proper...
Torres placed one hand on the imager to steady herself, the other
on her thumping chest. "My god, how do you walk around with that thing?"
For all her life, B'Elanna had believed Klingon males to be the most well
hung honchoes in the galaxy.
It seems as if that assumption was in error.
By lightyears!
"It is not easy, I assure you, Chief," Neelix clipped, looking down
at his unit as if a man cursed. "And my dearest Kes does sometimes have
trouble if we are sharing a bed. If I'm lying on my side and she rolls
over on... Well, let us just say it is a rude awakening for me, and my
poor honey feels so guilty about..."
"Stamping your sausage," the hybrid woman salivated discreetly.
Neelix nodded with a knowing smile.
A moment of inaction passed.
"Er, Chief? Aren't you going to scan me?"
"Hmmm? Wha? Oh! Oh my!" B'Elanna almost giggled with giddy glee.
"I'm so so sorry, NeeNee. I mean Neelix!" Torres tore her eyes aware from
the hypnotic hanging and activated the scanner. "I, um, I'm sorry I got so
flustered. It's just... By the blood of Kahless! Neelix, I never suspected
you'd be so...!"
Neelix drew himself up. "How do you think I made Kes fall in love
with me, eh? My dashing good looks?"
"Of course not!" B'Elanna dismissed easily.
Making Neelix frown.
The blue scan beam again searching and savored Neelix's frame,
this time probing deeper, longer, and harder than before. B'Elanna
noticed that the computer has concentrating most on... on the extended
organ she herself was ogling.
The female voiced computer suddenly chirped in. "Scan of
holographic subject at eighty percent completion. Stimulation of subject
must take place for scan to be completed.
B'Elanna almost fainted.
"What does it mean, Chief? Stimulation," queried the male model
Rocking on her heels, Torres horded in air and ordered her pulse
to stay low and constant. "Uh... It com-puter need to... needs to know
what... what like you look when ... you sex 'roused."
She paused.
And backed towards the door.
"I think I better leave!"
"Leave? That won't be necessary, Chief! This won't take a minute!"
he promised. Neelix then closed his eyes and titled his head back, as if
going into a trance. His hands reamined at his sides, which shocked Torres.
Neelix didn't mean for HER to stimulate him, did he?
As B'Elanna pondered that possibility, her eyes caught
imperceptible movement.
No. It couldn't have. Not by it...
"OH MY!!" B'Elanna yelped as her eyes finally, truly registered
what was happening: Neelix's needle was rising on it's own, telescoping
out and up.
B'Elanna instinctively recoiled.
The rod instinctively rose.
"Ahhhh, that's the stuff!' Neelix warmly smiled. Mental
masturbation was one of his most enjoyable hobbies.
B'Elanna was confused.
She had always fancied herself a predator.
But right now, in this room with the naked Neelix, she felt like
an animal caged.
And aroused.
If only a schlong of that length belonged to someone else other than
Neelix. Like Chakotay (with whom she had accidentally had sex with once)
or even the vain, smug Tom Paris. (Of whom Jenny D said, "Thinks he's such
a lover, but there's not much there!")
How B'Elanna would love to feel the fire of such a specimen!
If only it didn't belong to such a pig like Neelix.
If only...
Wait a minute.
Wasn't this the holo-imaging chamber?
And weren't they adding Neelix's profile to...
Torres suddenly took heart.
All she had to do was wait.
Never get laid, Kathryn fumed still.
The captain finally packed away her fury as she came up to the
door of Kes' quarters on Voyager. The Ocampa had locked herself away for
most of the last twelve hours, on the idea that she did not want to see
Neelix until the time of the Love Showdown. That way, if absence did
indeed make the heart grow fonder, it may also make the sex last longer.
But also, Kes was still upset over Neelix's duplicity with her.
It seems he had neglected to tell her that one day a crazed ex-lover
might show up with a bloodlust.
Kathryn pressed the door chime.
"Who is it?" called the soft voiced Kes.
"Captain Janeway. May I come in?"
"Sure. Open," Kes vocally unlocked the entrance.
Kathryn waited for a moment even after the doors had parted,
revealing the semi-dark of the cabin beyond. "Kes? I hope I'm not
disturbing you. I just wanted to see how you were holding up."
Hopefully better than I am, Kathryn mused as she entered.
Kes did not answer, nor was in sight.
"Kes?"
"I'm in the bedroom, captain. Please come in."
Without trepidation, Kathryn started for the sleeping chamber. "I
think we're all set on our end. I haven't spoken to Kalaxis in a few
hours. It seems she spending some time with Mr. Paris. God knows why!"
Kathryn entered the boudoir.
"I just hope he doesn't do... Oh! Kes!" Kathryn gushed, covering
her eyes and turning away in embarrasment.
Sitting on the purple sheeted bed in a lotus position, Kes was
unclothed from head to toe. Her perky sized breasts were being held firmly
in her slender hands. "Captain? Is something wrong?"
"Well... yes!" the human woman bristled. "Kes, you know that on
this ship we wear clothes. At least in polite company!"
"Sorry," the Ocampa apologized. "I was just exploring my body in
preparation for the... event. I'll put something on."
"Thanks," Kathryn quiped, hearing Kes moving from the bed and
across the room to her closet. "Um, well, I was going to ask if you were
feeling up to the challenge. But obviously you are. And I'd like you to
come to the bridge for some last minute strategy. Ahem! Is it unusually hot
in here or is it just me? Must just be me. Sorry."
Kes smiled as she pulled on her specially designed outfit for the
Showdown "I certainly am ready, captain. I know what most people think of
me. I know that people like Chief Torres and Commander Chakotay think I'm
some sort of delicate flower, that I can't be tough and tenacious when I
have to."
Kathryn dared to look up again.
And again, she gasped.
"But I can," Kes oozed.
She was no longer naked.
But what she wore!
Usually, the uniforms and style of the young woman were delicate
and soft, elfin and nymph-like.
Kes looked like a different kind of nymph now.
A most naughty nymph.
The material of the skimpy mini-dress was of a vinyl stock, dark
and shiny, squeeking with body movement. Sleeveless, it did have a high
collar and displayed no cleveage, but the extreme tightness left little
for the imagining. The dress ended at midway down the calves of Kes,
letting her gorgeously shapely legs be displayed for all. A pair of black
high heels completed the configuration.
"I assure you, captain," Kes stared at Kathryn with a steely
look. "I am going to win this Love Showdown. That fat pig isn't going to
steal my man away from me. I've invested too much time in Neelix for that
to happen."
Kathryn was about to comment that the two lovers had only been
together for little over six months. But to Kes, as an Ocampa, those
months might as well be measured in years. "Kes, I don't think there is
anyone aboard, including the commander and Torres, who underestimates your
worth. And you strength." She paused. "But if there is, after they get a
load of you in THAT dress, they won't ever again!"
Kes took the older woman's hands in hers. "Thank you, Kathryn.
That means a lot. Next to the Doctor, you're one of my closest friends
aboard Voyager."
Kes then hugged Janeway deeply.
Kathryn swallowed. Partly because touching that naughty dress was
something of a thrill. But also because of the Doctor. In about a hour,
although she did not realize it, Kes and the Doctor were about to become
even more "intimate" friends.
As if reading her mind, Kes piped, "Captain, there is one thing
I'm still puzzled over. Why did Neelix choose Sickbay as the sight? I
haven't had the chance to ask him yet. Do you know?"
"Uh... no," lied Kathryn. "Not at all. But why not Sickbay. At
least it's... clean!"
Uh-boy! she wilted inside.
Kes nodded in acceptance. "I guess you're right about that. I
just hope the Doctor doesn't mind us using it for our own purposes. He's
so uncomfortable with situations like this, you know."
That moment, in the Sickbay office...
"At this point the female may say, 'Don't come yet! Don't come
yet!' or 'Don't pull out! Don't pull out!'"
The Doctor arched a brow in odd incomprehension after he finished
reading aloud the sex manual passage displayed on the pad in his hand.
Having no prior commitments or patients, and since his whole part in this
clandestined affair relied on Chief Torres' ability to turn his image into
Neelix's, the Doctor realized that a brush up (or more accurate, an
education) in sex techniques and features might come in handy. As a
computer program, he had the hard scientific facts of basic humanoid
sexuality in his databanks.
But he had never been programmed to act as a sexual surrogate.
It was very worrisome.
But that his partner would be Kes...
The door to Sickbay slid open.
The Doctor discretely ditched his pad and walked out of his office.
His guest was none other than man he was soon going to look like. "Ah yes,
Mr. Neelix at last. How kind of you to stop by. I've been wanting to speak
to you all day."
The Talaxian shrugged. "I am sorry, Mr. Doctor, but Chief Torres
has had me held up in the holo-imaging thingy for the longest time! Sigh!
And of course I've been trying to steer clear of Kalaxis."
Neelix scratched his chin. "Actually, that's pretty odd. According
to the computer, she's been in Tom Paris' quarters for most of the
afternoon. Hmmm. I wonder why?"
"I do not," the medico's eyes rolled at the mention of Paris. "My
interest for the moment is in the drama I must enact with Kes. I was
hoping you... Well, that is I was hoping you could... could tell me a few
things I should be aware of regarding.... sexual interface."
"Intercourse, my good man! Intercourse!" Neelix slapped him on
the shoulder.
"I know that, Mr. Neelix, but I mean with Kes in particular. What
exactly is... one of your encounters like?"
Neelix's brow furrowed thought as he took time to form a reply.
"Hmmm. That is a good one. To be honest, I never pay much attention. I'm
too busy having fun. But I suppose we start off with just kissing."
"Kissing," the Doctor nodded, ready for a long list of rituals.
"And then we have sex! That's it!" the alien glistened.
Making the EMH frown with more contempt for his future template.
"Mr. Neelix, how can I convince Kalaxis that I am you if you limit your
descriptions to the words 'kiss' and 'sex'? I need more."
"Pshaw, good man! Pshaw!" Neelix negated. "Sex is the most
natural thing in the entire cosmos! It's more natural than... than solar
fusion, or gravity wave generation. It's just sex!"
"Wonderful. Just sex. Got it. Thank you," droned the hologram.
"Well, if you cannot help me mentally, then your physical donation to my
impersonation will have to do."
"Excuse me? I don't quite follow."
The Doctor walked over to a crash cart and picked up a large
specimen gathering tube, used for collecting bioliquids. "Mr. Neelix, for
a deception to work it must be shrouded in truth, or at least half-truth.
Kalaxis will no doubt be watching for ejaculation and the evidence there
of. Since I cannot generate seminal fluids on my own, I shall need to take
yours for the acting."
Neelix's eyes widened in shock. Stripping and... arousing for
Chief Torres was one thing. But this? "You surely jest? You're joking!
You cannot mean you want me to..."
The Doctor advanced. "I must certainly do. Drop your pants, Mr.
Neelix. The less you struggle the quicker I'll be."
Terrified, the Talaxian backed into the door of Sickbay. It was
locked! No doubt the Doctor had anticipated his cowardice and taken
measures. "No! It's too much. Just replicate some! You can do that. Can't
you?"
Surprised at his own reaction, the Doctor smiled.
"No, I cannot replicate some, Mr. Neelix. And I cannot use some
other substitute."
He brought the collector to bear.
"I must have yours."
Neelix gulped.
And prepared to scream.
And cream.
Ensign Harry Kim, Operations Manager, was placing a bet via
computer with the Sisters Delaney when B'Elanna stole onto the bridge
and hurried over to his aft station.
"Is he here yet? Have you seen him?" Torres whispered to the
fresh faced Starfleet graduate.
Kim knew who she was referring to.
Three hours ago, Tom Paris had been unwillingly accosted by
Kalaxis after she overheard him stating that his sexual prowess was
greater than even Neelix's.
Kal had decided to put that to the test.
"No, actually. I wonder if he can still stand!" Kim almost
giggled back. "You think there's anything let of him?"
"Not enough to put his Humpty Dumpty back together again!" Torres
twittered. "I can't wait to see the look on his face. Or if he even has a
face!"
As the two conspirators conversed, Kathryn and Kes emerged on the
bridge. So entrenched in a boring routine, few of the command crew
noticed the enticing outfit Kes occupied.
Kathryn approached her command chair and spotted Chakotay sitting
in his own seat.
"Grrr!" she muttered to herself.
"Situation normal so far, cap..." Chakotay began. He broke off as
his eyes, keen and observant, locked onto Kes clothing.
I feel the animal within, he chanted mentally.
"Why, hello, Kes. How are you doing? You look wonderful!" The first
officer rose up and gestured at his chair. "Please have a seat!"
"Thanks!" Kes accepted.
"How chivalrous," Kathryn sarcastically quiped. "Commander,
status report please?"
Chakotay did not answer; he was still transfixed by the glossy
gear of the elegant Ocampa.
"Commander!"
"Hmmm? Oh, it's you," Chakotay regained his bearings. "We're all
set up. Everything is go. Neelix is... preparing in Sickbay. Tuvok
assures his security teams will be on hand if needed. "
"Thank you ever so much," Kathryn sneered, sitting down herself.
"Janeway to Kalaxis of Talax."
A comm line opened. "This be Kalaxis," the gurgly voiced femme
fatale uttered.
Kes swished her tongue.
"What be your business, Federation Janeway? Have you found some
excuse to halt these duly ordained proceedings? Has the man called Neelix
nixed and recanted? Has little Kessy shrugged off the suggested Showdown?
La! No surprise that would be!"
Kathryn looked up to the ceiling with ire. "Sorry to disappoint
you, but everything's set. Report to the bridge so we can finally get
underway. Janeway out!"
Just then, Tom Paris emerged from the turbolift and walked onto
the bridge. He crossed over to Kim's station.
He was actually smiling.
"Hi guys! How's it going? Everything set for the Talaxian Terror
and the Ocampa Kid? I'd miss any new info? Huh?"
Kim and Torres blinked. To all intents and purposes, Paris
looked... normal! He had been dragged kicking and screaming in to Kalaxis'
arms, begging for salvation from any quarter. But now, it was like none of
that had happened. They had been expecting... hoping!... he be a wreck of
a human being, shadow of his former smug self.
No such luck!
"You okay, Tom?' queried Kim. "Anything... amiss?"
"Nope!" Tom grinned. "Feelin' fine!"
"You're sure?" B'Elanna inquired for veracity. "Kalaxis didn't
hurt you or anything. Did she?"
Tom's face was now one confused. "Kalaxis? Whta do you mean? What
are you talking about?"
Before they could ask more questions, the pilot treaded over to
his conn station, leaving the conspirators to look at one another in
total disbelief.
"Neelix to Captain Janeway," a new comm channel opened. "I am...
uh, finished making my deposit. I must admit, captain, it wasn't as
bad as I thought! Yessiree! Most enjoyable indeedy! Who-hoo!"
"What?" Kes wondered aloud.
"That's nice, Neelix!" Kathryn quieted anymore rambling from the
duplicitous man. "Kes, WHO IS SITTING NEXT TO ME RIGHT NOW, and I will be
joining you in Sickbay momentarily. Clear?" she said through gritted
teeth.
"Neelix out!" was his hasty reply
Kes turned to Kathryn. "Captain, what deposit did he...?"
The turbolift doors parted again, this time revealing the leather
and fur clad Kalaxis. She ambled forth with hands on hips, chest
thrusting out. "I am ready!" she thundered.
"Goo-..."
"Mistress!" Paris delighted, dropping to his knees in utter
supplication, cutting off Kathryn, leaving her reeling.
"I knew it!" B'Elanna and Harry celebrated in unison.
Kathryn's eyes could not get over the sight of her pilot bowed in
total devotion. What the hell sort ofmadness had taken over this ship as
of late? Love Showdowns? Love Slaves? Why wasn't any of this action coming
HER way?!! "Lieutenant, get off the floor this instance!"
"Paris!" Chakotay barked as well.
But the trembling man still knelt.
"Once they've come with Kal, they never return!" Kalaxis proudly
boasted.
Kes stood up and faced the challenging female. "Of course they
don't. After a man's been with you, no self-respecting woman would dare
touch him. Eww! Talk about icky!"
Kalaxis prickled.
"Ladies, let's not start again!" Kathryn cut them off from another
volley of verbal abuse. "I suggest we collect ourselves and head for
Sickbay. Once more, for everyone's benefit, Kalaxis and myself will be
locked in Sickbay with Neelix and Kes. There, Kalaxis and I will judge the
lovemaking abilities of Neelix and Kes and determine to whom Neelix should
belong to. Security scans won't be permitted, and Kalaxis will have
control access of them. No one will leave or enter, by foot or by
transporter, until both Kes and Neelix reach orgasm. Is this agreed by
everyone involved?"
Kes nodded firmly.
Kalaxis winked surely.
Janeway gestured to the lift."Then to Sickbay we shall go."
As the three women and Chakotay exited, Torres and Kim went over
to pick up Paris.
"Don't leave me, mistress!" he cried to Kal. "Don't leave me all
alone again! I'll be a good boy! I promise!!"
Harry grimaced in humorous distaste. "So much for the Great Lover!"
Laughing, B'Elanna shook her head. "He whom the gods destroy they first
make mad! Or sexually depraved!"
And this wasn't even the main event.
They stood looking at the walls, not each other.
Silence for a long time.
Then finally...
"Are you ready, Mr. Doctor?"
"I suppose I have to be, Mr. Neelix."
"Good. Um, one question. How will you-"
"You don't want to know."
"Oh. Hmm. Just curious."
More agonized silence.
"Mr. Doctor?"
"Yes, Mr. Neelix?"
"You will be... gentle with her, won't you?"
"Of course I will. I am a hologram, not an ogre."
"A what?"
"Never mind. You'd best depart before they arrive."
"Yes. Yes, you are quite right."
The Doctor watched Neelix walk for the exit.
"Doctor?"
"Yes, Neelix?"
"Good luck."
The Doctor nodded, polite and curt.
"Thank you, Neelix. I hope I do you proud."
A pause.
"It's not me you have to do!" the other slyly smiled.
With that, the doors parted and Neelix exited.
And in ten seconds, would soon reappear.
Sort of.
The Doctor crossed over to the large, full length mirror he had
asked Torres to bring into his office. It was one of a dozen new
"additions" made to Sickaby in preparation for the Love Showdown.
The hologram stood before the reflecting surface, regarding
himself deeply and intimately as if for the first time.
Kind eyes.
A bald head of course.
A lean figure, most suitable for a medical man.
Good steady hands with long and able fingers.
This is who I am, he processed.
"Computer, activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program
sub-file Neelix-1."
The Doctor's eyes blinked as they programmed to.
And when they flashed open again, a snouted, speckled face on head
topped by a shock of brownish hair had replaced the fine former features.
A portly belly.
Stubby fingers.
Definitely the figure of a cook.
At last, at long last, he was ready.
No more doubt.
No more hesitation.
No more fear.
And why not?
He wasn't himself anymore.
He smiled.
"Doctor Neelix, I presume."
TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 4 - "Love! Valor! Compound Fractures!"
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