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Immortal Beloved(weird Star Trek fantasy), Part 5a
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 5(A) - Love! Valor! Compound Fractures!
You are lost in the Delta Quadrant.
70,000 lightyears from home.
You are alone.
And the only way home will take you 75 years to journey.
At best.
But still you struggle on.
Your crew depends on you, needs you to be brave.
So you are.
Months pass.
The days are getting longer and longer.
And it's not a temporal extraction.
Each minute reminds you of what you haven't got.
Your moments of laughter are few and far between.
Distractions don't work.
And work is useless.
It is always there, cutting and reminding.
You are lost.
You are truly, utterly lost.
Even though you know the way home.
Wring your hands.
Clear your throat.
It does no use.
If only one thing would work for you!
If only one thing would come your way!
If only you could get laid!!
"Captain? Captain Janeway?"
Kathryn snapped out of her trance as Kes shook her shoulder.
"Hmm? Oh. I'm sorry. I must have been somewhere else."
Kes smiled with understanding. "I don't blame you for it,
captain. I'd like to be far from here myself at the moment."
Kathryn remembered where she and her elfin-like Ocampa ally were
standing: one of the many endless corridors of Voyager, almost all
exactly alike in their ulitarian design. But a door just in front of them
bore a legend denoting location.
Sickbay.
The time had arrived. Kes and and her Talaxian partner, Morale
Officer Neelix, were scheduled to have sex inside Sickbay while Janeway
and the indomitable Kalaxis of Talax looked on in judgement.
Kalaxis, brawny and brash, had attacked the Voyager, intent on
reclaiming Neelix. He turned out to be an ex-fiance who skipped out
before wedded bliss could ensnare him. Kalaxis had pursued and finally
tracked him... and his new lady love, Kes,... to the starlost Federation
Starship Voyager.
After words were exchanged between the females of Talax and
Ocampa, a deal was made ordering a Love Showdown. Kes and Neelix would
have to prove their love for one another by having mind blowing sex, to
be gauged and scored by Kal herself. Kes also requested Kathryn play
judge as well, so the ruling would hopefully be more balanced.
It was funny really, Kathryn sadly accepted.
She seemed to be the only person aboard who was constantly denied
sexual satisfaction. Through powers beyond her control mostly, but also
perhaps by a self-defeating motivation as well.
Chakotay had sex. With the two faced Seska no less! But his
golden dark skin and his mystical nature enticed the captivated captain.
How she would enjoy some of his oral pleasurings!
B'Elanna had sex. There was a string of injured ensigns to prove
that. Even half Klingon, Ms. Torres was a terror between the sheets.
Tom Paris DEFINITELY had sex. With anyone who was ready, willing,
or even named Abel. He would slink off to not so discreet holodeck romps
with the desirous Delaney Sisters, or some other female desperate for
dimly lighted doings beneath decks. And someone had posted some news in
the gossip board of the computer net that Ensign Geron (Oooo, so handsome
and trim!) had once been seen hurrying out of a Jeffries tube wiping his
mouth and straightening his uniform. Not a minute later, Paris himself
emerged, grinning ear to ear and zipping up his fly.
Sigh!
Harry Kim may not be having sex, but he wasn't as hungry for it
as Kathryn. She had accidentally discovered that the eager and earnest
young ensign had created a holodeck simulacrum of his girlfriend back on
Earth, Libby.
Kathryn had thought of re-enacting some rather raunchy moments
with her own lost lover, Mark, but the computer could never quite capture
his essence.
Or lusts.
Tuvok? Well, he was Vulcan. Sex wouldn't be a problem to him for
another year at least. Lucky Vulcans.
And as well known, Kes and Neelix were loving with longing almost
every day of the week.
Leaving poor Kathryn out in the cold. Even when the simple
secretive pleasures of wet dreams and imagingings came her way, usually
starring the crew in outlandish sex farce, Kathryn was always stirred
before the illusion could reach conclusion.
Darn.
"Captain, can you tell me something?' Kes gently inquired,
unaware of the sexual wonderings of the auburn haired older woman. "Is
the Doctor going to be on line while Neelix and I...?"
Uh-oh, Kathryn cleared her throat. Another time to lie?
Neelix was so fearful that Kalaxis would kill him, and perhaps
Kes, even if they proved their love for one another that he had begged
Kathryn into a bending of the Love Showdown rules. Along with Chief
Torres, Neelix had arranged for the the Doctor, the Emergency Medical
Holographic program of Voyager, to be reconfigured from his normal, bald
and brazen human form into a likeness of Neelix, for the purpose of being
a proxy in the contest. Neelix contended that the Doctor would be immune
to any attack from Kalaxis, and would serve as additional security for Kes
should Kal overpower Kathryn and if Tuvok's security goons could not
intervene on time.
It wasn't totally unreasonable.
So when the two women entered Sickbay, Kathryn aware but Kes
ignorant, they would be greeted by none of than "Doctor Neelix."
"I... I think so, Kes. But don't worry. You won't see him."
It wasn't a total lie. Kes wouldn't see the uniformed, human-like
Doctor she had been working with the past few months. She'd see her one
and only "NeeNee."
Uh boy!
"Now where's Kalaxis?" Kathryn wondered aloud. "She said she'd
only be a minute."
As if hearing her name mentioned, the intimidating woman appeared
in the hallway, rounding a corner.
Pulling up her pants.
"La! What wonderful men you Federation women have to play with!
Pleasurable Paris was a nice distraction enough, but cheeky Chel be a man
unto himself!"
"Chel?!" Kathryn breathed, shocked that the blue skinned, annoying
ensign had been with.... this! "Kalaxis, you've got some balls!"
Kal was taken aback. "Excuse you, Federation Janeway? I be as
womanly as you are! Be these not breasts I hide under my leather and fur
trappings? Needs I show you my glimglam to support my standing? "
"No!" Kathryn shuddered, fearing the alien might actually disrobe in
the public corridor. "I just think it's pretty sleazy to be sleeping with
other men while you're supposed to be here for Neelix!"
"Don't be so crossed, captain," oozed the confrontational Kes,
who folded her arms across her vinyl swathed chest. "Kal-baby can't help
being a running pig. It's just her nature."
The Talaxian turned purple in the cheeks. "Why you little...!"
"ENOUGH!" Janeway jolted both to a halt, keeping Kal at bay with
an outstretched hand. "Now we're here for the purpose of finally putting
this nightmare to rest. Shall we enter Sickbay and let..." (She couldn't
believe she was saying this!) "The Love Showdown commence?"
Kes narrowed her glittering orbs.
Kalaxis chewed her full red lips.
"Very well," both women synchronously spoke.
Kathryn looked to each woman, then tapped her comm badge.
"Janeway to Chakotay."
A channel chirped open. "Yes, captain?"
"The ladies and I are about to enter Sickbay. Will you be able to
handle things while I'm indisposed?"
Merely three corridors away, on the opposite side of the Sickbay
compartment, First Officer Chakotay stood with Chief Engineer B'Elanna
Torres and Security Chief Tuvok.
And the real Neelix.
"I'll struggle to live up to your expectations, captain. Chief
Torres says she needs to do some tinkering with the ODN works while
you're in there. Do you mind?"
(This was the secret message that meant Torres had succeeded in
overriding the scan lock out Kalaxis had placed around Sickbay, in
an attempt to make it blind to outside eyes.)
"Fine by me, commander. Chief Torres?"
"Yes, captain?" B'Elanna piped, beginning to remove an access
panel from the wall.
"Keep your eyes peeled for any short circuits. I wouldn't like
things to go dark while I'm busy."
(Meaning, "If Kalaxis tries anything, beam her scraggy hide out
of Sickbay and into the brig!")
"Aye, captain," Torres assented as she placed the panel aside,
revealing a small crawlway that trailed into bright darkness.
"Security is normal to profile, captain," Tuvok put forth. "Ease
your mind and concentrate on what you must do. The rest of us shall not
be found lacking."
For some reason, Tuvok cast his eyes at Neelix, who looked back
at the Vulcan with furrowed brows.
Kathryn drew in one last deep breath.
"Ladies?" she gestured to the door.
Kes went ahead first. "May the best lover win," she shot at
Kalaxis.
"She will indeed," Kal uttered.
The doors to Sickbay opened.
Kes and Kathryn were not prepared for the changes made to the
room. Shimmering purple drapes lined the walls. Tasteful Talaxian
artworks hung in various locations, sometimes blocking medical monitors or
sub-stations. The biobeds were drenched with white roses and orange
hyacinths. Candles sat at the foot of each bed, glimmering with romantic
softness that complemented the dimmed illumination from the normally harsh
Sickbay lights overhead.
At the far end of the room sat the diagnostic bed, where major
operations and check ups were performed.
It was been covered by satin sheets of purple color. A large,
billowing pillow was laid at the head of the unit.
And most important of all the changes made to the room, standing
behind the diagnostic bed and dressed in a black, loose fitting robe was
"Doctor Neelix."
"Hello, ladies," Doctor Neelix greeted with a slight, reserved
nod. "I have been awaiting your arrival."
Kes put her hand to her chest, breathless. "Oh, NeeNee! Did you
do all this?"
"Affirmative," he answered.
Kathryn swallowed. The Doctor had been given Neelix's vocal
pattern and likeness, but the medico still droned in semi-monotone!
"I mean, of course!" Dr. Neelix amended, smiling goofily.
"Tasteful he always was," Kalaxis sniffed as she appreciated the
decor. "Once he did fill my bedroom with scented waters from the Lake of
Burning Passions. Be that not so, beloved Neelix?"
Uh-oh, flashed the captain and the hologram. Neelix had never
mentioned anything about that.
"Uh, yes. I did," Dr. Neelix assented. "But I much prefer this
room's style to that." (The Doctor almost gagged on his words. In his
outlook, this room was truly nightmarish. He would not be happier when
this junk was removed and his beautiful, sterile Sickbay was restored to
former glory.)
Kes slowly crossed the expanse of Sickbay, taking deliberate
steps that made her black mini-dress shimmer in the candle light. "Oh,
Neelix. I... I just want you to know I understand why you didn't tell me
about... her. But if we're truly going to love one another we have to be
open and honest with each other. It's the only way."
Kathryn felt her stomach sinking, and took it as cue to pull
Kalaxis towards the Sickbay office, partioned off from the rest of the
med unit. "Come on. We're watching from here."
"Take your scratching claws off my body, Federation Janeway,"
Kalaxis ordered, wriggling out but still following the captain. "No one
leads Kalaxis, daughter of Galax, by the arm like a pet!"
The "judges" entered the officer.
"Finally," Kes uttered beneath her breath as she came up to bed.
She smiled at her Neelix broadly. "We're alone at last."
"More or less," the hologram shrugged.
This had been a baaaaaad idea.
"All right then," Torres spoke as she was crawling out of the
access tube. "I've got the monitor patched through the ODN sub-system,
bypassing Kalaxis' lockout units. Since we can't pipe it through to
another station without setting off the alarm, someone's going to have to
stay inside and watch from there."
As Security Chief, Tuvok was prepared to accept.
But Neelix beat him to it. "I'll do it! I'll do it! That's my
dearest in there! If anyone is going to watch her make sex with another
man, it's going to be me!"
Not giving anyone time to argue, Neelix began squeezing past
Torres into the small tunnel. "Neelix!" she thundered as the alien groped
her body, trying to push her out and pull himself in. "Waitaminute, by
Kahless! Wait!"
"No!" he refused, finally wriggling into the access.
Torres spilled out onto the floor of the corridor.
Chakotay hefted her to her feet. "You all right, B'Elanna?"
The enraged engineer blew a stray lock of dark brown bobbing hair
out of her face. "Just fine, commander. Peachy keen."
A pause.
"I hope Kes loses."
Ouch, Chakotay winced.
Inside the cramped ODN relay node, Neelix was sitting cross
legged, his snouted face mere inches away from a 10 inch screen which
displayed an overhead view of Kes and the disguised Doctor standing by the
diagnostic bed. Neelix's pudgy index finger touched a lighted bar on the
adjoining control panel. The view shifted to one of Kalaxis and Captain
Janeway sitting on stools in front of the observation widow of the
Doctor's office.
Neelix returned the visual to the original setting.
"Oh mighty Gygar, let them prove Neelix of Talax is a sensational
lover!"
"You look... nice," the Doctor shifted his eyes towards Kes'
vinyl dress. "I have never seen you like this before."
"What about that time I tried on that leather bikini?" Kes asked.
"I thought you really like that little number."
"Uh, yes! I did. But this is just so... beautiful."
"Flatterer!" Kes pursed her lips and batted her eyes. "Will you
help me up onto the bed, NeeNee?"
Dr. Neelix was confused. Kes could easily get onto the bed by
herself without assist. (Even in that dress!) But he assumed the coy
acting had something to do with the mating ritual. "Of course, dearest.
Allow me."
Dr. Neelix firmly grabbed the woman by her waist and almost threw
her onto the bed.
"T-Thanks," Kes spoke haltingly, not prepared for Neelix's brusque
reaction. She absently rubbed her behind. "Well. Here we are!"
"Yes, we are," Dr. Neelix looked around with disinterest.
For a moment, nothing.
Kes looked expectantly at Neelix.
Dr. Neelix glanced around distractedly.
"Would you like me to start?" Kes queried.
"I... I suppose so. Kes, there's something I think you should know
before we..."
"Shhh!" she silenced with a whisper, gently placing hand over his
mouth. "Truth does have its time and place. But not here. Not right now.
Right now, I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me as if you've never
kissed me before. As if this is the first time we'll ever make love. The
only time we'll ever make love. Kiss me, Neelix. Kiss me."
Kes took her hand from his mouth and leaned forward, eyes closed.
Dr. Neelix licked his dry lips and leaned in as well, but kept his
eyes open.
Their orafices met.
And the disguised Doctor let off a muffled cry of surprise as he
felt Kes' tongue slide into his mouth.
In the office, Kathryn and Kalaxis watched.
In the relay node, Neelix watched.
Kes tried to taste the sweet juices of Neelix's mouth, but for
some reason could not. How strange. But it was only a trifling concern.
Neelix was unusually stiff and reluctant. She was doing all the work. His
tongue lay in his mouth like a log, only moving in reaction to forces
placed upon it by her own exploring organ.
My poor darling! Kes realized. He' so tense over this whole affair
that he's afraid to react to me. Oh my poor NeeNee. I'm going to have to
take the helm this time.
Kes broke their kiss.
Dr. Neelix retreated with a dazed and woozy expression on his
face. "Why did you stop?!" he demanded anxiously. He was truly starting to
enjoy the encounter of mouths.
"A kiss is just a kiss," Kes glistened. "So why don't you undo my
dress and massage my chest? That should really drive that bitch crazy."
"Who? Captain Janeway?" Dr. Neelix seriously wanted to know.
"No, silly joker goose!" Kes laughed at his humor. "Kalaxis! You
might be tense, but you're still the same funny honey."
"Of course. What else do I have but my humor?" Dr. Neelix gulped.
"Now come on, darling," she took his hands and guided them towards
the hidden clasps that held her dress in place. "Open each one at a time,
slowly and surely. Reveal me with fashion."
Dr. Neelix complied. "Like this?"
"Mmm Hmmm. That's it. Very good."
Dr. Neelix felt his hands start to tremble. As a surgeon, that
bothered him. Never had his fingers felt so quivering and flexing! He had
handled organs and what not in the same hands, but never did he shake and
shudder like this. How... strange!
Bit by bit, the dress began to open. the seem ran from Kes' neck,
straight down the middle of her body. Her soft and white flesh was being
exposed, the seem opening wider and wider as more clasps were undone.
As Dr. Neelix approached the area of the breasts, he took a slight
pause before snapping forth.
Beneath the splitting vinyl, the deep and narrow chasm of Kes'
cleveage was being unveiled.
"You like the way I look?" she whispered.
"Y-Yes," the man muttered.
The bottom curvings of the woman's bosom fell into view.
"Would you like to touch them?" Kes breathed.
"Y-Yes!" Dr. Neelix exclaimed.
With rising passion.
"Then touch me, NeeNee. Touch me."
So he did.
Kes almost yelped as Neelix's hands clamped over her breasts like
a vice. He squeezed and turned them in a grip so firm that he reminded her
of the Doctor's own steely hands! "Oh, NeeNee! What a bad boy you are! Not
so hard, my darling. Softer. Softer."
Dr. Neelix took the advice. His hungering grasp lessened in
intensity.
But not sensation.
"That's it. That's it," Kes repeated, as if to a little child.
"Do you like my body, NeeNee? Do you like the way I feel?"
He dumbly nodded, too enraptured by what lovingly lay between his
hands. His program said "They're just breasts. So what?"
But something beyond his program, his root being, made him feel
differently about the activity.
Made him want to explore this new avenue of medical research.
No one had ever done sexual studies on Ocampa females before.
Yes, quite right.
That was justification enough.
The hologram man's hands began to massage and circle upwards,
across Kes' neck and bare shoulders.
"Ohhhh, that feels good!" Kes smiled, throwing her head back in
abandon. "NeeNee, you make me feel so good."
"I'm sure I do," the light lover uttered.
In the office, Kalaxis tilted her head in appraisal.
And Kathryn chewed her bottom lip.
In the relay node, Neelix watched.
Kes took Dr. Neelix in her arms and hugged him, pressed him
deeper into an embrace even as he explored her ever more exposed body
with his hands. "Can you feel it, Neelix? Can you feel their eyes upon
us? Kalaxis and Kathryn? Can you feel them watching us?"
More than feel it, the Doctor could see it from his position.
Kalaxis sat rigid on her stool, legs crossed and arms folded in perpetual
defiance.
Captain Janeway however looked flushed. His medical training
taking over, the hologram wondered if the woman was running a fever. She
certainly looked hot.
Kes continued her whisperings. "They're watching us. NeeNee.
Let's give them a show they'll never forget. Pull my dress off. Do it
now!"
Dr. Neelix's hands dug into the fabric.
And yanked with all their might.
CONTINUED AND CONCLUDED IN PART 5(B)! DON'T MISS IT!
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