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Immortal Beloved(weird Star Trek fantasy), Part 5b
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IMMORAL BELOVED (A Love Showdown starring Kes, Neelix, and the Doctor)
Part 5(B) - Love! Valor! Compound Fractures!
Kes yelped in shock!
Dr. Neelix ripped the sturdy vinyl as if it were paper! The desire
inspiring dress was torn in two as the hands yanked away with unnormal
strength!
But the asked for result was still achieved.
Kes was now completely naked.
"Sorry," Dr. Neelix apologized, holding up the remains of the
outfit.
"I-It's... all right," Kes exhaled.
Turned on by the show of force.
"Oh, NeeNee darling! Kiss me. Kiss me where you know I like to be
kissed!"
The disguised Doctor paniced. Another thing the real Neelix forgot
to mention! Where the heck did Kes like to be kissed?
In answer, the Ocampa parted her firm legs, revealing a humanly
familiar garden of female form.
"Oh!" Dr. Neelix chirped.
He knelt down to comply.
In the office, Kalaxis arched a brow.
And Kathryn rubbed her moist hands.
In the relay node, Neelix watched.
Kes took the man's head in her hands, pushing it ever so gently
further inside her lower embrace. "Yes. Yes! Right there. Wiggle your
tongue right... there!" She had begun to breath deeper now, and her body
had come alive with motion. The head rocked back and forth, the eyes
closed but were darting under the lids. The woman's hips began to push
back and forth slowly in cadence with the head of Neelix, now firmly
entrenched in her trenches. Kes tugged on his tuft of hair, so hard she
feared she might make her man bald! How ironic that would be! NeeNee as
bald as the Doctor!
Dr. Neelix was trying to rationalize this... bizarre activity.
How was this benefiting science? What possible research values could be
applied here?
None, actually.
So what?
Being a virgin, the Doctor began to wonder if this was what sex
was like with all women. Although he had only built a fantasy around Kes,
she was but only one person in a galaxy full of lifeforms. But did all
taste so wonderful as her? Would any other woman find such obvious
enjoyment if he stuck his tongue into the warm darkness of their pulsing,
throbbing bodies?
Would any of them compare to Kes?
She began to whimper. How strange! Was it the situation or was it
Neelix? Because she was rapidly approaching climax faster than ever
before! While she would miss the hours of limitless lovemaking, perhaps it
would be best if a quick clean finish were put to this Love Showdown. In
Kes' mind, she and Neelix were more than adequately proving that their
love was true. How could anyone watching not see the incredible ecstasy
NeeNee had instigated in her being?
Wait one minute.
She might be fading into the higher zone of pleasure, but what of
the man himself? What of the needs of Neelix?
"Darling!" she called to him.
"Narf," was his muffled reply.
"Get up. Get up!" she ordered, pulling his head away from her
offered opening.
"No!" Dr. Neelix cried, trying to stick his tongue out further,
to reach that wonderfully wet world of woogie again.
But in this instance, the strength of Kes prevailed. She pushed
him away and slid off of the biobed, dewy in sweat. "Yes, my dearest!
Yes!"
Kes' hands greedily undid the belt holding Neelix's robe closed.
With a flourish, the Ocampa threw off the gown, making Neelix now
as naked as she.
"I must have your naked flesh pressed in mine!" she spoke as she
acted, running her fine finger over the hairy belly and chest of her
speckled skin lover. "And I have to make you ready for the ride of my
life!"
Dr. Neelix's vision had for some reason started to blur. Was his
program malfunctioning? Should Chief Torres be alerted?
"Get on!" Kes pointed to the diagnostic bed. "Get on it, Neelix!
Do it!! Don't keep me waiting! It's pure agony waiting!"
Not Neelix hopped onto the bed as commanded. "Y-You're running me
through the wringer, m-my dearest! I...I..."
But the hologram man said no more.
As Kes descended like a hawk on his still flacid phallus.
"Sweet merciful Heaven!" he rejoiced.
In the office, Kalaxis exhaled a deep breath through her nose.
And next to her, Kathryn placed both hands on her thighs, stroking
the fabric of her rough Starfleet uniform.
In the relay node, Neelix watched.
And sweated.
Dr. Neelix held onto the edge of the bed for dear life.
His toes curled.
His hair curled!
He was worried that his light projected form might start showing
signs of containment breakdown.
That was how good Kes' mouth and tongue felt sliding and slipping
over the likeness of Neelix's needle.
The partner by proxy looked down.
Kes had firmly grabbed him by the haunches and was using them as
anchors for her activity. Licking and lubing the fourteen inch endowment
was quite a task for such a small woman to handle.
But he would not complain.
Somehow, she managed to swallow it whole.
Whole!
"Holy mother!" Dr. Neelix whined in shuddering spasms. And this
was just oral sex. What of true intercourse? What wonders would that
visit upon his program?
And would it kill him?
"Yum!" Kes gurgled as she released the unit from her mouth,
delivering it into her more than capable hands. "I love your hardness,
NeeNee. I love feeling my tongue circle your head and pry it open. I love
hearing you breathe when I tease you with my teeth. Tell me you like that,
NeeNee! Tell me!"
"YES!" Not Neelix yelped immeadiately. "Yes, I love your tongue!
I've wanted it on me since the day I first met you!!"
"YES!" Kes delighted in his admission. "I knew it! The moment you
came to me I knew it! The moment you came and promised to save me from
Jabin, I knew you wanted my body and it's pleasures. I knew it!"
"Kes!" the Doctor throttled.
"Neelix!" Kes screamed.
In a blink of an eye, he was on his back.
And she was on his top.
In the office, Kalaxis shook her head. "Hmmm. That might cost
them points. Would you agree, Fed-..." Kalaxis broke off as she turned to
face Kathryn.
Whose eyes were wide and unblinking, and hands were massaging the
interior of her soft thighs.
"Federation Janeway!" Kal called out with force.
"Whu?! What?" the human woman broke her voyeuristic trance.
Kathryn's exploring hands quickly withdrew from their probing pursuits.
"Be this a sight that stirs pleasure in thee?" Kalaxis
questioned. "Does seeing yon Neelix and Kessy give and take rapid
pleasures in turn make thee hunger for sensual release? Hmmm?"
Kathryn swallowed, mopping her glistening brow.
"Of course not!" she replied.
Kalaxis regarded the captain critically for a moment, then
returned to watching the couple.
Kathryn swallowed. Not just pride, but saliva.
Dr. Neelix, although unaccustomed to such practices as these, felt
sure that their positions should be reversed. That he should be striding
Kes instead of the other way around.
I must be a bottom or something, the construct conceded.
Kes meanwhile was slowly and lovingly guiding the manufactured
manhood into her pure being. Since the rod was unreasonably long, it was
quite a difficult task. One wrong move and sexually negative pain would
ensue for both! "Move to the left! No! The right! Yes. Oh, yes, NeeNee.
Slowly. Ooo! Back up just a bit! Good! Turn right now! Yes!! You're in!
YOU'RE IN!"
"You better believe it, baby!" was Dr. Neelix's contribution.
His wonderings on sexual intercourse were at last quieted.
It was indeed better than oral ogling!
Kes, forgetting that her very life might be at stake, began to
thrust herself up and down, back and forth, on the organ and the body of
her lover. She grabbed both of her small, perky breasts and squeezed them
tightly, almost as hard as her man had when initiating the encounter. The
pain had shocked her then, but she welcomed it now! "Ohhhh! Eeeee! Neeee!
Aaaaa! Yeeessss! It's never been like this before!"
"And it never will again."
"What?"
"Never mind," Dr. Neelix quieted. He tried to recall the list of
phrases and catch words that were supposed to be mention at this climaxing
phase of the sexual encounter. For some reason, perhaps truly program
breakdown, he was finding it hard to keep a coherent train of thought.
Memories and sensation were jumbling up together, piling around the
erotic stream that had tickled his electrons and excited his gravitons. He
tried to think of daily routines, of who he would have to treat tomorrow.
What did Captain Janeway look like again? Where were they? And just who
the heck was this Tom Paris person? He could not recall!
How wrong it was to be at this intimate moment without a script,
something meaningful and sacred to say. Some poetry to affect her senses.
Some cute token voice of love to complement the physical generation.
"Oh, baby!" Not Neelix grunted.
It was the best thing he could think of.
In the office, Kalaxis swished her tongue.
Kathryn did as well, but hardly in anger.
In the relay node, Neelix watched.
And breathed heavily.
Suddenly, he paniced.
Dr. Neelix tried to sit up, but of course Kes' slinky frame had
him firmly bolted down to the bed.
There was a break, a shining spot of clarity in the storm of
knowledge/memory/sensation.
The Doctor realized he was sweating.
Holograms shouldn't sweat.
But now he did!
"D-Darling!" Kes cried. "It's too... much! I can't hold out any
longer! I must reach the pinnacle! Please! I can't stand this passion
anymore! Let me come! Let me come!"
Another twist. From text, it was usually the male who had to
string out his eng\ergy, gauge his power and wait for the woman to
achieve her own end of the orgasm.
But I'm such a good lover, the Doctor disguised realized, the Kes
is already at bursting point!
He could have gone on for hours. And as his needs increased, the
ship would match his energy requirements. It would look very uncomely if
power began to flux and fail over the rest of the ship, all to satisfy his
own selfish ends.
And he wasn't programmed to be selfish.
Unfortunately.
But Kes, his poor darling Kes, wouldn't be able to take much more
of this. How could he subject her to such an erotic nightmare? How could
he use her like some cheap plastic toy? Was he not the hologram and she
the corporeal being? Should not her life be before his?
The answers to the questions weren't relevant.
Dr. Neelix just decided to ejaculate any way.
"I'm coming, my dearest! I'm coming hard!"
Kes was at breaking point. She leaned forward and grabbed hold of
her lover and prepared for a deluge. "Do it, NeeNee! Do it!!!!"
No more words were uttered.
No intelligible words at any rate.
He grunted.
She sighed.
He cried.
She snarled.
Their bodies molded into one.
And then...
Kalaxis sniffed.
A tear fell from her eye.
Kathryn gasped.
Wetness filled her crotch.
Neelix watched.
He also gasped and moistened.
And all around the rest of the Voyager, those men and women who
were ignorant of what was happening in Sickbay at that moment suddenly
shivered, as if some cool, friendly wind washed over them one and all. It
was a brief sensation, one even Tuvok could not ignore. It confused and
drew them only for a moment before passing.
No one said a word of the shared experience.
No one knew why.
For the longest time, they lay prone, gasping as if drowning, as
if never tasting air before. Dr. Neelix tried to tell himself it was just
for the production. It was only an act. He did not need to breath after all.
He also did not need to sweat, but he was doing just that.
Kes enjoyed the semi-hardness that still lay lodged inside her chasm of
cherished charms. And a warmness wet and familiar also lay swirling in her
body, pleasing and relaxing like a cool wind blowing down off a mountain,
making the world seem... perfect.
"I love you, Neelix. I love you forever," she spoke.
Dr. Neelix swallowed.
It seemed some sweat had gotten into his eyes.
Yes. That had to be why they were misty and blurred.
He wanted to say those words back to her so badly.
So very badly.
But not as Neelix.
Silently, tortured, the hologram stroked the tangled hair of his
companion, hoping to coax her into a restful sleep. He knew she would not
sleep here in his arms, but in those of the real Neelix.
The man she really loved.
All the Doctor had was now.
And it was enough.
Kathryn straightened out her uniform and thanked god she had
decided to wear panties today. "Well. It seems the Love Showdown has come
to a conclusion. Agreed?"
Sitting next to her, Kalaxis of Talax stared into Sickbay, at
Neelix, her former lover, and Kes, his current lover, lying peaceful and
calm on the satin sheeted diagnostic bed.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her teeth were bared.
Kalaxis was not beat yet.
"No! This shall not be!"
Before Kathryn could stop her, Kalaxis jumped to her feet and
dashed into Sickbay.
"The proof! I will have the proof of truth! Motions can be faked
but juices cannot! Get off him, Kessy! Get off before I pull you off!"
The drowsing lovers were startled to say the least. Kes defied the
intruding watcher. "What more do you want, Kalaxis? Best two out of
three?! Or do I have to do YOU to prove that Neelix is MY man?!"
Kalaxis raised a hand, preparing to strike.
"I would not do that if I were you," a monotone male voice
resounded.
Kalaxis whirled around. Dr. Neelix and Kes looked up.
Janeway stood by the door of Sickbay, flanked by Tuvok and
Chakotay. Both men held out phasers ready to fire.
"I've come to my decision," Kathryn spewed. "But first let's hear
what your verdict is, Kalaxis. Shall it be Kes and Neelix forever? Or
Neelix and you forever? Honest and truthful now, sister. My boys here
don't like it when people lie to me. As you can see, they're at my beckon
call. They jump even if I just think the word 'jump.'"
"Right as always, captain," Chakotay grinned.
Kalaxis scowled, but lowered her striking hand. "Before I make my
verdict clear, a sample of evidence I must have." She turned back to the
lovers. "Part your legs and show me the proof. Show me the effects of
love's greatest mystery."
Kes remained stone faced.
But she dismounted her lover.
Dr. Neelix gulped as his projected (and til now, protected) penis
was exposed to the glare of the Talaxian hellion.
Kalaxis leaned forward and peered.
And found what she prayed she would not.
Neelix's limp cock glistened from the mixed and mingled juices of
love. From his body, from her body.
Without a doubt, this was love.
Kalaxis choked down tears as she straightened up, backing away.
"My... verdict.... My verdict is clear, Federation Janeway. The
contest is concluded.... And I.... am undone."
Kathryn and Chakotay's eyes widened in relief.
"Neelix of Talax does now belong to Kes of Ocampa."
Kes smiled and cried.
Dr. Neelix did nothing.
"So be it!" Kalaxis rumbled.
Before turning on her heels and marching out of the room.
No one tried to stop her.
B'Elanna tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for some news. Was
it over at last? Was poor Kes all right? Did the Doctor adapt to this
bizarre circumstance? Was Janeway okay as well? This waiting was
intolerable!
But the hybrid woman's nerves were calmed when the captain,
Chakotay, and and Tuvok walked into the corridor by the access portal.
Janeway looked... tired! As if watching two people have sex had been the
most challenging thing in her life. "Captain! Is everything...?"
Kathryn nodded and waved the engineer to silence. "It's fine,
B'Elanna. Everything's fine. They... won. And Kalaxis is getting ready to
leave."
"Leave? Wait!"
All eyes turned to look down into the access tunnel. Neelix was
crawling out of the relay node with as much haste as he exhibited climbing
into it. "She can't leave yet! Not like this! I must say goodbye! It's
only proper!"
Kathryn hefted Neelix to his feet. "I'm not so sure that's a good
idea, Mr. Neelix. You aren't exactly her favorite person in the world
right now. She's been badly hurt. Let her leave with some righteous
dignity."
"She's right," Chakotay chorused. "A woman like her... she needs to
hate you for a while before learning to accept life had dealt her. Besides,
I'd think Kes would be more important for you to see right now."
"Oh, I can see Kes any day!" Neelix fussed.
"Jerk," B'Elanna spat, kneeling down and crawling into the access
tunnel to the relay node.
"If you still wish to speak with Ms. Kalaxis, I suggest you
hurry," informed Tuvok. "She should almost be upon the shuttle bay and
her ship by now."
"Good! I hate long goodbyes!"
Neelix turned to depart.
"EWWWWW! NEELIX!!!!!" the enraged roar of B'Elanna Torres errupted
from the access.
The quartet leaned over to look in.
"WHY IS EVERYTHING SO STICKY IN HERE?!!"
The quartet stood back up.
"Oh Neelix," Kathryn shot him a disapproving look.
Chakotay shook his head.
Tuvok arched a brow, but said nothing.
Neelix smiled sheepishly. "Opps."
Gently, surely, he manouvered out from under her.
"Darling," Kes muttered in a restless voice, smiling though her
eyes were closed.
Dr. Neelix got off the table, letting her curl up in the sheets
to relax and regenerate.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
Dr. Neelix slowly backed away.
The play was over, as was his part in it.
And she would never know.
Never know.
"Kalaxis! Kalaxis of Talax, I beseech thee to wait!" yelled Neelix
down the long corridor, which ended in the access to the shuttle bay of
Voyager. The woman had been striding a quick clip, and it had taken Neelix
a great deal of effort to outmatch her pace. She refused to turn and
acknowledge his multiple cries to stop. But as she came up to the
enforced door, the loser of the Love Showdown finally halted.
Neelix jogged up to her, breathless with not only fatigue but
concern. "Kal, please! I... I just wanted to say... before you left...
that I am sorry that things came to be like this. I never intended to
hurt you."
She said nothing. She refused to look at him.
"We were young, Kalaxis. Too young to know that it was not meant
to be. You were always thinking of the future. I was always dreaming of
the stars, of getting lost amidst their shining glory. We may have been
born of one world, but we belong in two separate ones."
Still no reaction.
"I only want to say that I wish you well. And that you find a
mate more meaningful and suited to your needs for a suitor Why, my old
friend Hazax always said he'd would kill to be kind with you."
"Hazax married Zintaxia," she informed, off handed.
"Oh. I didn't know," he gulped. "But you know my drift, sweet
Kal. You are beautiful and bold, fiery and formidable. Not a man on Talax
could say otherwise. But... I've had to turn my back on the homeworld.
And in a way, my heart as well. Kes... and these voyagers... they are my
people now. They are my family."
She was mute again.
"But cannot we still be friends, as we were when mere tots? Can I
not extend the hand of friendship to you and you accept it? Kal,... can't
we just be friends?"
Silence.
But at last, she turned to face him.
Her own face without expression.
Neelix smiled hopefully.
Giving her a perfect target for her fists.
"YOU!"
She punched.
"LOUSY!"
She jabbed.
"STINKING!"
She kicked.
"SON OF A!"
She pummeled.
"BITCH!"
She skewered.
From his distorted view, lying face down on the floor, the last
image Neelix saw of Kalaxis, daughter of Galax, was her blood stained
boots walking away with a happy angry spring.
"Seeyalader!" he croaked crookedly.
Kathryn had dispatched Chakotay and Tuvok to the bridge to ensure
that their departing guest didn't try anything foolish while leaving
Voyager. After all, this whole mess had begun with a kind of suicide run
perpetrated to get their attention.
And did it ever.
"Caretaker, wherever you are, be thankful you're dead!" the human
hissed as she entered opened her cabin door. It was time at last to
settle down, sit down, and hopefully become so numb from the bottle of
brandy she hid in her underwear draw that...
"Captain!" the strong voice of B'Elanna Torres called to her.
"Wait up!"
Kathryn paused in the doorway, mustering up the last of her
self-control. "Ms. Torres, whatever you have to say can wait till
tomorrow. In the afternoon preferably."
B'Elanna laughed as she came up to the commanding officer. "It's
nothing like that, captain. In fact, I have a present for you."
Kathryn's brow crinkled when the hybrid woman offered a small data
storage clip. "What's this?"
"The visual and audio record of the Love Showdown," beamed
B'Elanna. "I programmed the computer to record the whole thing via the
relay node. Thank Kahless Neelix didn't find out!"
Kathryn blushed. "B'Elanna, how could you?! I-It's... so...
immoral!"
"Moral schmoral, that's what my mother always used to say," Torres
discounted. "And you're not going to tell me that you didn't enjoy
watching them go at it,are you?"
Kathryn blanched.
Making B'Elanna smile. "Maybe Chakotay and Tuvok didn't notice,
but I could even SMELL how much watching the Doc and Kes get off got YOU
off. Don't be embarrassed, Kathryn. You're only human!"
Janeway nervously looked up and down the hall, fearful of others
perhaps overhearing the clandestine deal. "B'Elanna, I really don't
think..."
"That's your problem. You think too much! Tell you what. Keep this
for the night. Just one night. If you don't want the recording by morning,
I'll destroy it for you. Okay?"
Kathryn eyed the engineer. "How many copies have you made?"
"None!" B'Elanna piped.
And lied.
Kathryn looked at the unassuming storage unit, small enough to be
played with in her hands.
Her tired, restless hands.
"Very well, lieutenant. I'll keep it tonight, just to make you
happy. But I want this erased come tomorrow morning. Clear?"
"Crystal!" was Torres' testament.
Then the engineer trotted off.
Kathryn absently twirled the clip in her fingers.
She had been planning to get bombed out of her gourd tonight.
But now...
Kathryn entered her quarters.
The soft click of the door lock was heard.
"Mmmmm. NeeNee?"
Kes stirred and fidgeted as she became alive and aware again. She
could not recall dreaming anything, but that was fine.
The entire afternoon might well have been a phantasm.
"Neelix? Neelix?" she called again, louder.
"Wight hee deawrest," he responded.
Oddly.
She opened her eyes.
He hovered over her, out focus.
She cleared her eyes.
And though now seeing perfectly, Neelix still looked... deformed.
"Oh! NeeNee! What happened?"
Starring down on her was a puffed, bruised and bandaged Neelix,
smiling with bloody gums and loose teeth. "Nuddin' mooch!" he shrugged.
"Kawaxiz doesn wike goobys."
Kes sat up, reaching out to touch her man and embrace his wounds
gently. "Oh my poor darling! My brave darling! Are you hurt badly?"
Neelix swallowed more blood before answering. "No at all!"
Kes stroked the one spot on his face that was not swelled or
damaged. "Oh, NeeNee. I want you to know something. And don't get mad or
sad, because no matter what.... NeeNee, I think you were right."
"Wight? Awout what?"
"That our sex may never again being like it was today. That it
might never be as intense or demanding on me as it was here."
Neelix deflated inside.
"And you know what, my darling? I don't care."
"You.. don?"
"No, I don't. Because I love you, Neelix. Not because of how good
you make me feel in bed, but because you make me feel good all day
long. Just thinking of you... it makes me happier. Knowing that you're
thinking of me... holds my heart, my beloved."
Neelix would have started to bawl like a baby right there, if it
weren't for the damage to his tear ducts. "Oh, my dearwest! I... I
don deswerve you. Truwy!"
Kes shed tears for them both. "We're already joined, Neelix."
She touched his chest.
Where one of her lungs resided, giving her man life.
Neelix put a broken paw over hers and pressed it in.
They said no more.
Nor did they notice the Doctor, bald and reserved as ever,
standing at the far end of Sickbay.
Watching.
"Oh NeeNee! What a bad boy you are!"
Kathryn chewed a nail as she watched the replay of Kes and Dr.
Neelix beginning their turn on the stage.
Kathryn had discarded her uniform for a silky peach evening gown,
sheer and shapely. A gift from Mark from a long time ago. She often wore
it to bed, as if hoping one night she'd find herself back in Mark's arms.
Or more realistically, falling into Chakotay's.
Dr. Neelix pulled and pressed Kes' breasts.
Kathryn swallowed and shifted in her seat, placing her weight on
her hip and rubbing her thighs slightly, letting the cool fabric add
external intensity to her self-induced pleasuring.
She recalled her words to B'Elanna about secretly taping the
incident.
It's immoral! she had said.
And watching the Doctor now give immoral oral pleasuring to a
willing and wild Kes gave Janeway no doubt that this was definitely...
Bleep bleep!
The door chime.
Again.
"Isn't this where I came in?" the besieged captain cried out to her
cabin walls. "Goddamn it, come in and it better be good!"
The door to her night illuminated quarters opened.
It was Paris.
"Sorry to bug you again, captain. I know it's late and all," he
apologized, but still entered brashly at any rate. "But remember I wanted
to talk to you before all this mess began?"
She did indeed, but did not care. "I remember, lieutenant. But as
you can see, I'm busy."
Tom followed her gesture to the wall screen.
"They're watching us, NeeNee," the Kes on the screen said.
"Oh my God!" Paris proclaimed. "W-What is this?!"
Kathryn relished watching the fair haired lad squirm.
How evil!
"It's a little video Chief Torres made for me of the Love Showdown.
I understand that you were rather... indisposed for the last few hours
yourself because you had been with Kalaxis earlier. Or how else do explain
falling to the floor of the bridge crying 'Mistress,' eh?"
Paris was not an easy man to unnerve, but he was fidgeting and
sweating with obvious embarrassment. "P-permission to depart, captain!"
"No," she simply stated.
"Captain, please!" Paris pleaded.
"No," she restated, rising from the chair. "Eugene, I've been
around the bend and back again these past few days. Reality has thrown
more crap at me than I care to count. Right now, I feel like giving some
of it back, you see. And you're going to help me do that!"
Paris retreated for the door. Screw permission!
But of course, the doors refused to part.
Kathryn advanced like some vixen in a cheap holodeck romance
novel. She reached up and undid her bun, letting auburn locking cascade
down her shoulders and back. "Mr. Paris, I've been beating myself up over
not getting laid. I've been waiting for someone to make his move, but all
he does is tease and joke. I'm tired a being a good girl, a model captain.
I'm off duty and now so are you."
Kathryn reached up and tweeked the petrified Paris' nose.
"Kathryn wants candy," she licked.
The victim had surrendered.
Kes gently pulled away from the biobed where Neelix slumbered, so
pumped full of pain killers and regenerates that he'd be able to sleep
through the night.
If not the rest of the week.
Although most of Sickbay was silent and dark, a light burned in
the Doctor's office.
Kes walked towards the light.
He tried not to look at her as she entered.
"How is Mr. Neelix faring?" the Doctor asked while pretending to
study a pad readout.
"Fine, thanks to you, Doctor," Kes congratulated as she eased her
body onto the edge of the desk. "I know, Doctor."
He glanced at her quickly with curiosity, "Know? Know what?"
"That you were... with me in Sickbay today."
His program jammed.
Kes now had his full, undivided attention.
"I...! Kes, I can explain! It was all Neelix's idea! Honest! I
didn't even want to..."
"Shhhh!" she quieted him. "Doctor, it's all right. I understand.
And I'm flattered."
He listened, daring to hope.
"I know how you... care about me."
"I do," he whispered.
"That's why I felt your presence all the time Neelix and I made
love. I thought it was just because we were in Sickbay... but now I know
because you were there, hiding. Watching over us."
The Doctor almost died. Or felt like it anyway.
She didn't know.
She still thought it was Neelix, not he, who had laid with her on
the diagnostic bed in ecstasy.
His daring to hope was foolish.
"And I know why Neelix asked you to do it. He was scared that
Captain Janeway and the others wouldn't be able to stop Kalaxis in time if
she had tried something. That's why he chose Sickbay. Because he knew you
would be there to protect us and guard us if necessary."
He was still her "friend" and "mentor."
Nothing more.
Kes reached out and caressed his face.
"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you for caring."
She leaned across the desk and kissed his cheek softly.
"It... was nothing, Kes. Nothing at all." He cleared his throat,
pretending to become busy with imaginary work again. "I hope you do not
mind. I have much to do."
"Of course," she spoke, understanding his professional attitude.
"I'm going to the mess hall for a late dinner. I feel like I haven't eaten
in ages!"
He nodded politely.
"I'll be back in hour," she promised, already making for the exit.
"Both Mr. Neelix and I will be here upon your return. Have a
pleasant meal for us all."
"I will."
Kes hugged herself.
She looked over lovingly at Neelix before passing out of Sickbay
and into the corridor.
The doors hissed shut.
"You are the most idiotic program ever to be programmed!" the
Doctor cursed himself, getting up from his desk and stomping out of the
office and into the recovery bay. "What in the world were you thinking?
No woman will ever... Ah! Stupid, limited holo-.."
He heard the doors to Sickbay open once more.
"Kes?" he called hopefully, desperately.
But the female figure caught in shadow at the door was hardly
that of the petite Ocampa.
"No. Me," B'Elanna Torres oozed, slinking into Sickbay.
In a very slinky nightie.
"Is there something I can do for you, Ms. Torres? It's very late,
and to be totally honest..."
"Computer," the woman worded. "Remove the Doctor's clothing."
The Doctor blinked.
And suddenly felt very... exposed.
"Ahhh!" he yelped, looking down to discover his crisp blue science
uniform gone, replaced by naked flesh from his head to his toes. "Chief
Torres, what do you think you're doing?!"
B'Elanna advanced. "I gave Kathryn a little tidbit to tide her
over. But I thought I'd save the best for myself. Computer! Enable
sub-file Neelix 1, feature alpha fourteen!"
The Doctor blinked again.
And now there was more of him to feel... exposed.
He cast his eyes down his body again.
It was still his own.
For the most part.
"AHHHH!"
The fourteen inch sight between his legs was almost familiar to
the medico by now. "How do you expect me to walk around with this thing?!"
he thundered.
"I don't!" B'Elanna countered.
The hologram backed into the edge of the diagnostic bed.
Trapped!
"Doctor, I do believe that you and I and Neelix's penis... are at the
beginning of a very beautiful friendship!"
Neelix slumbered .
And smiled.
Born out of dreams of love.
Of Kes.
So warm.
So giving.
In the body.
But more importantly, the soul.
He belonged to her.
Totally.
Forever.
He would always be...
Her Immoral Beloved.
THE END
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