Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!newsfeed.cwix.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: "Richard Schultz" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New FFF: "The Frumious Woman" 1/1(DS9: Kira/F)NC-17 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 736 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 13:55:15 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104242115 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 28 Dec 2004 08:55:15 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 08:55:15 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86418 X-Received-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 05:55:20 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: The Frumious Woman Author: R Schultz ( cousindream@msn.com ) Series: DS9 Rating: NC-17 for graphic lesbian sex. Pairing Code: Kira Nerys/F, Unknown Spoilers: None. Summary: Kira is still looking for that certain someone. Someone to Disclaimer: Trek-universe belongs to ViaBorgCom. I'm using the Trek for fun, not money. This fiction is mine under Berne International copyright. May, 2004. Apx. 4,300 words long. Warning: This is TrekSmut. No one underage according to USA or local law may enter here, nor may those whose country or locale legally declares TrekSmut something it believes you shouldn't read. Your government is, after all, very, very, very, very, very wise and knows just exactly what you should or shouldn't read. That's why they're in power. To help you. They are always right, in charge, and you aren't rich or powerful enough to fight them since rich guys own the Government. Notice how that works out? Posted to the Femme Fuh-Q Fest group -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ -- and will later be posted to the ASCEM. May be archived, but please notify. Comments to: cousindream@msn.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- THE FRUMIOUS WOMAN by R Schultz Time to scratch. When the itch gets too bad, I've got to go find someone who'll scratch me where it's itching worst. Usually I don't need anyone. I can take care of my own problems, and do. I have for... For a long time. A little scented hand oil and I'm just fine. There are a few Risan toys, besides. The scratching, however, has to be occasionally done by someone else. Nothing else will do. Jadzia had been a friendly hand in need, so to speak, on many an occasion. Much more than a friend. I wished her and Worf the best of times. But what we had enjoyed together had been more than an animal encounter. She had been someone to trust, to talk to, to touch and caress without anything else necessarily rearing its ugly head. We still could. But .. a person needs something more than a friendly ear. Sometimes. She had been so beautiful. I could now admit I'd had a few optimistic dreams, about her and I, combining careers and wedding vows. I can admit it now. It would have been nice to have her for a wife. But all that is over with now. Fortunately there are more options than Jadzia available. There HAVE to be more options out there. There's always "The Vulq". Or I could make a few overtures to Keiko. Fat chance. Or one of Quark's Dabo girls. Like Leeta. Talk about soiled doves. No, "The Vulq" sounds like a more profitable venture. And it's ladies night down at the Gay Bar. So here I am, striding down one of the usual bleak Station corridors. For the occasion I was dressed in scarlet over tule ribbon-blouse; a skirt with suspenders, for once, instead of trousers. When I was looking for something female, it was time for something different, something femme. Major Kira doesn't go to a place like "The Vulq". I do. "The Vulq" could be felt through the feet forty stands away, on Deck Ten. The sound-proofing was just fine, unlike a lot of the spaces on the Wheel. But some of the New Cut dancing patterns had a powerful resonance, and you could touch the walls and feel the beat with a light fingertip. I put in my ear plugs, hoping it wouldn't be TOO loud inside. The portals irised open, and the charming ambience of "The Vulg" assaulted all my senses. New Cut is dreadful music, especially when it's a copy of the Federation music being imitated by Bajoran wirehead bands. Thank the Prophets neither Sisko's boy nor Nog have never evinced any interest in performing in a live band, or it might be them performing badly over there against the far bulkhead. The ear plugs fortunately reduced the aerial violation of my ears to an irritating monotonous sub-beat. Quite a few females inside, including two sweet-looking young human women twisting slowly in the wind of the music. I carefully noted a few possibilities while crossing the room, getting a big smile from a Bajoran blond with a transparent blouse and a taste for bright colors. At the stand-up bar I got my usual liquid something heavily laced with an ethanol adulterant and fruit juices. Sisko had introduced me to Sangria. Probably essentially vile, but it went down easy and had a nice aftertaste. I put down my credit filche for the drink, but the more butch of the two Andorian barkeepers waved it away. "The lady with the fangs is buying," she shouted in my ear. She waved to my right and I hoped I'd heard wrong and she hadn't just said fangs. Fangs would not be near the top in my list of desirable attributes of a female date for the night. Alas, a few fangs showed. Fangs she had, but the total package was looking much closer to my most-desired dream date for the night than one might expect. The canine features were there. That's what she first reminded me of, with her quite short muzzle and large bifurcated black nose. But the muzzle fitted well in the overall face, and the facial features were definitely female for all that, and rather clean and classic besides. She smiled to show me a nice set of rending teeth, but the eyes were showcased by eyebrows which could achieve a quizzical cock. Also humanoid ears underneath a nice head of very normal looking dark hair streaked with blond. Maybe a little fuzz at the base of the neck. An appealing package, despite the teeth. The hand she stretched out was not obviously clawed or padded, but as I watched, her fingernails suddenly appeared. Not claws. But something much more civilized. Then they disappeared. Now they appeared much like my own hands. Looking down at them, I was greeted with the welcome sight of a pair of ripe round Bajoran type breasts covered by a clinging cross-over of thin bandoleers of ribboned cream-colored cloth. The skin showing around the breasts seemed furless, and the breasts themselves were substantial without being overpowering. The light wasn't that good, but I thought her nipples spiked under my intent gaze. As if reading my mind, she did a little whirl for me, and let me see that her thinly-clothed rear end was very humanoid and lacking any tail, unless it was so vestigial it approached invisibility. She looked very mammalian and sexy in those form-clinging cream colored pants. In short, the face and claws were not expected, but the rest of her looked very much what I might have hoped for. Maybe I was striking it lucky right off, after all. Certainly if she was in "The Vulg" on ladies night, she wasn't here to pick up any males. Her smile was a good deal less intimidating when she kept her mouth closed, and her fangs hidden away. When she quickly licked her lips, I realized on the plus side she might be very good at tongue dueling. Maybe the kisses would be fun, also. "I'm Alice," she carefully mouthed at me. Her close-laid ears twitched as she leaned closer to me. "You're the answer to my dreams," she added. She ran a light fingertip down my cheek and chin, finishing with the most tentative caress of my lips. This close I could smell the spice and flowers scent of her. Probably a perfume, I guessed. I leaned closer to check, and detected a dry dusty under-scent to her. Probably her own natural odor, common to her species. She kissed my cheek when I was bent closer, a definite purr to her breathy vibrations as her tongue laid a trail down to my chin. Not canine. Feline. Her lips were practically in my ear when next she spoke. "I don't bite unless you want me to. Or scratch. And then only if you ask really nice." A shiver ran up and down my spine in a shuddering loop that lasted almost a minute. Meow. **************************** She was lodged in Transient quarters down on the sixth level, and they looked as cramped and sterile as I recalled from less happy days. The scent in her cabin escaped me for a few seconds, until I saw a bowl filled with ten or twelve Oranges; a fruit originally from Federation space. They grew them down on Bajor these days. The place reeked pleasantly of eaten Oranges. I would have expected a different food item in her diet before I recalled that most sentient races were omnivarious. I deduced they must be a treat for her. She was the Second on "The Swallow", out of San Juan Capistrano. A Centauri-built Earth-owned mixed-cargo ship with Alderberan registry. We had one or three exactly like her every day of the week docking on the wheel. She'd noticed me during her first hour on the station, she said. Her name was not really Alice, but it was close enough. She used it on the ship, she explained. It was a concession to ease life on the vessel. Most of the crew were humans, and she perforce had to speak perfect Standard anyways. Alice was a lot easier for them to say than her silibant-rich proper name. She said her real name for me, turning it into another purr as the back of her fine-boned hand caressed my ear. I could imagine her purring her name again and again as she burrowed her head into my by- now heating groin. I shivered. This could be real fun. She'd suggested a little take-out, and we had two buckets of Thai- style Orion sweet-and-sour, with 'shrimp'. Orion 'shrimp' never saw water and you really did not want to see them with their heads still on, but crisp-and-spicy fried they were marvelous, especially in the blue piquant sauce. Alice called the lighting to dim, put both of our little buckets down on a shelf, and made it very obvious the only appetizer she wanted was me. The Shrimp were probably to be for the 'Apres' and not the first thing to fit in her toothy mouth. She swept me into her arms, then immediately paused. She'd felt my quick resistance, my stiffening, and she had a quizzical look to her face at my reaction. She let me go and asked me to be rough with her, or to be gentle. Only take her now. Just like that she'd made the transition from aggressor to pliant. I liked being the dominant, and she'd picked up on that. I could see her bunk, and it was overflowing with a soft-looking comforter. "Tell me about your home planet, tell me about the others like you," I said. It was not a request. I took her hand and slowly paced towards the bed, urging her to come with me. "We are the Frumious," she said, a masculine whiskey note appearing in her voice. "Singular and plural, and two-sexed. I might very well be the only one of my race in or near Bajoran space. Not many of us get the urge to leave our home planet. But I was a misfit from an early age. You understand misfit, don't you? You're here with me, we're both females, and we aren't going to discuss philosophy, or planetary ecology, are we?" We weren't. I had Computer turn up the lighting a little, so I could enjoy the hoped-for visual feast of this unusual feline. Two enticing nipple-topped breasts greeted me when I had stripped Alice of her top. They seemed to be accentuated by rings of dimples which circled her nipple. I immediately had to feel them; then chew the giving firmness. Alice moaned as her dimples rose up and hardened between my teeth. When I lifted my head, it appeared as if her nipples had doubled in size. They pulsed to her heartbeat when I softly caressed them with a fingernail. She stripped me in turn, my tule scarf-layer blouse going to the floor. After licking my breasts, she peeled me out of my long skirt, her lips paying particular attention to my belly. She purred into my belly button. I shivered. Oh, that was nice. I pulled her up and got her out of her pants, my hands enjoying the long straight hairs of her pelvic region. Her backside felt very familiar under my hands; very normal, very sexy, despite one oddity. Her body was not furred, not really. Nonetheless a discernible thicker down covered parts of her body. For example it was thicker on the back of her neck. Plus, a large diamond of iridescent nimbus, light golden hair, was laid down thick north of her ass and following and accentuating her waist. The bottom point of the almost- furry diamond lay in the divide of her soft buttocks. I scratched her diamond of light fur and received the purr I'd hoped for. I threw her on the bed. With her cooperation, of course. I'm into domination, but not into pain. I had to taste her. I slid down her. Prompting her legs open and taking my first samples of the flavor of her sex. It had been too long. She was very clean tasting, her groin lubricating freely. It tasted and smelled almost like an almost-sweet oily fruit. It became thicker as I licked. Already I was enthusiastic over the flavor and scent, and I murmured again and again over the delicious bounty she was giving me. The big surprise was the - the large PIMPLE where her clit should be. No, one might better say fingertip. It had just trebled in size before my very eyes. No tiny little buried jewel here. This was something intriguing and substantial. It became translucent as it grew, and her heartbeat clearly pulsed in its lambent inner glow. I lightly licked the pointed tip. Alice about spasmed out of my grasp. "Please!" she stuttered. "It's too sensitive right now. I need to have my ... My - Could you please, in my other...." So be it. I moved my attentions and my fingers and my face back lower on her body. Everybody had their quirks and problems. Hers was nothing extraordinary. Jadzia couldn't stand to be fondled or even touched for long minutes after she reached her own come. The interesting moment came later, after Alice had washed my face with her thicker fluids. A remarkably tasty and receptive female. And quick to enjoy my attentions. Maybe it had been too long between women for her as well. With a surprising twist and bound, she was suddenly off the bed. Feline. It took about half a second for me to be spread open and eager on the bed. She was straddling me, some of the sharp teeth showing. "Would you like me to bite? "Just a little bit? I won't hurt." "Maybe just a little..." I returned. Her teeth were around my throat for a mere second, then she was kissing and nipping her way down to my breasts. She was remarkably gentle, but all I could think of for seconds were how it felt for all those pointed teeth to be nibbling on my nipples. Then a claw lightly flicked my clit. She again raked my clit, and then my labia with her claws. I think I was supported only by the back of my head and my heels for twenty or thirty seconds while she did that. Then fingers, mere fingers, began to investigate my sexual divide. Her lips found the great muscles of my inner thigh, then her fangs touched them in a gentle lingering intimidating caress. Soon, after more nips and explorations, her fingers were busy in me, and I could feel myself building already. Building. Building. Building. And suddenly... It had been a long time between women for me as well. And I sighed loudly as I released. We kissed, and she was calm while I was shaking. "More," she said. It was a statement of intent. Those teeth followed the line to my belly button, then my belly, then my red groin hair, then my wet groin. She took my labia and clit and a good deal more besides between those pointy teeth. No pain, but I knew they were sharp. It felt so very, very different. She was gentle and teasing but I knew how deadly these teeth were. She chewed me, oh my, she chewed me like I was the main course in a fine meal. I was. She devoured the most sensitive and essential part of me. Between her teeth and some devoted sucking of my clit, I didn't take very long this time either. Maybe it was a little too sharp, but I wasn't complaining. We kissed, with her on top. Alice licked her eyebrows with her tongue. It took me two or three minutes for me to find my voice. I was too busy mentally judging the possibilities. "Alice, sweetheart," I cooed, "is it difficult for you to lick your eyebrows like that? I mean, can you, does your tongue...." It did. Think on it for a second. A tongue that could wriggle deep inside me where it counted best. I was almost coming just from the anticipation as she blew warm air over my flooding groin. I moaned at the first tongue caress, the gentle swipe of wet muscle going all the way from my rear end to my flaming haired pelvic bush. I was burning, and she was teasing me! Once she stopped teasing me, she inserted a little of her tongue inside me. My head snapped back, and my knees hovered in the air. Then she wriggled more of her tongue inside. Slid. Forced. Penetrated. Caressed. Fucked. I felt my juices trickling down the crack of my ass. Anyone ever been gently and lovingly caressed from the inside? For the next ten minutes I had mini-come after mini-come, one on top of the other. It kept getting better and better and hurting so good more and more and I couldn't breathe, my neck tendons were so rigid. Then her tongue tip touched my cervix. I jumped from the contact, mumbled a "Don't!" and she backed off a little. She curled and wriggled her tongue throughout my length. She slurped, and tried to corkscrew and licked in and out the entire distance of my tube of pleasure. It felt like my clit was the size of my thumb, whenever her large dark nose would bump against it. The release was cataclysmic. I ejaculated as I had never ejaculated before. She kept drawing her tongue out to drink my fluids, then inserting her exquisite mobile muscle again. I rested. Somehow. With her tongue still all the way inside me. Then she wriggled it again. Two hours later I knew I'd found the woman I wanted to marry. ************************************ Then it got better. ************************************ Alice was coming down her own slope at the time, and we were both totally covered in sweat. The room must reek of female musk, both kinds. I automatically reached down to fondle her clit, before remembering her super-sensitivity there. I jerked back, but Alice grabbed my hand. "If you want to touch, or if you wouldn't mind licking it or kissing it or whatever you like to do, you can do so now. It's okay now, really it is. I think." She gave me a hint by putting a hand behind my head and applying a small amount of pressure. I didn't have to if I didn't want to. It took about one and a quarter seconds for me to be cozily nestled between her thighs. Sure enough her clit was daring me to ravish it. Pulsing, a thorn of desire waiting my eager attentions. Maybe desperate is a better word. Something that size was begging for me to fit it in my mouth. Which I did, suckling it like it was a nipple about to fill my throat with ambrosia and nectar. It got bigger. I backed off. No mistake. It was longer, and thicker around at the base, though it was still pointed at the top. The heart beat apparent in its pulsing was now hypnotic. I bent and engulfed it again. It slid into the groove of my worshiping tongue as I curled it to worship its lengthening firmness. It got bigger round at the base as it got longer, and I do believe it got hotter. It was a little horn now, as long as the first two knuckles of my little finger. I jacked it a little, gazing up in Alice's ecstatic face as her knees lifted into the air and she trembled. It got bigger as I frigged its spit-shiny taper. It also grew into a slight arc. "Alice," I asked gently, "how long does your clitoris grow?" "Longer than my longest finger." "How much longer?" "Another knuckle." "And how big around?" "Big as two thumbs." Sure enough, it grew as large as the adornments on many of the males I'd had. Larger than a few. And I'd come on just about all of them. If I can get off on a finger, I don't need super-large. This was not super-large, but it certainly was larger than I needed in hetero sex. After twelve more minutes of diligent and wondrously rewarded effort, I happily impaled myself on her extended clit. It was so SMOOTH! It had plenty of spit on it, and slid in me without a pause. For a few minutes I sat on it, rocking slightly and feeling the sides of my tube clasping and unclasping around it. Then the itchy sparkly electrical charges made me have to ride up and down on its wonderful length, even though I wanted to just sit on it for forever and feel comfortably full and wriggle around and feel the tip of her horn of clit. I was having mini-comes and had to speed up my lovely fuck. After five minutes of frantic activity I knew I'd discovered the perfect woman. Alice came with me. A number of times. It WAS her clit I was holding with the hot wet velvety clasping milking glove of my insides, after all. I could feel my tube rippling up and down its length even as my body pumped up and down, forcing my hips to move faster and faster. I ejaculated again, my groin sliding freely against her in the afterwash. I never pass out for sex. I did this time. ****************************** There was a note on the table when my station communicator woke me up. "It was lovely. "Next time I'm in port? Or you can come to Bandersnatch, my home planet." Not signed. I was crestfallen. Philosophical acceptance would come later. Right now I was pissed. Within minutes I was out of there and speeding to my own cabin. Minutes more and I was in uniform and smoothly sidling into the clinic. Even for me it was a speed record. "Doctor Bashir," I politely asked in my most soothing tones, "could you tell me privately about the Frumious of the planet or star Bandersnatch? Where it is, that sort of thing?" I didn't want anyone else on the station knowing of my interest. The damndest things get to Quark's ears. Doctor Bashir started chuckling. "Oh my," he said. "I know where exactly you have to go to find the Frumious Bandersnatch. They live in the Mimsy Borogoves. Along with the Jabberwocky." Over the next few minutes the good Doctor cheerfully explained all about Lewis Carrol and the Adventures of Alice when she went down rabbit holes or through looking glasses. Mirrors. He lost me when he got to Red Queens and cake that was labeled 'Eat Me'. Last night I was the one who'd eaten the delight labeled 'Eat Me'. Nonetheless I was controlled and charming (I hope) when I asked to borrow the use of the Clinic Computer. I was no longer trying to keep inquiries off the datanet where others could see my interest. In a few minutes I'd confirmed that no "Swallow" out of San Juan Capistrano had docked at DS9. Chortling happily Computer told me all about the Swallows of San Luis Capistrano. Swallows. They come back to this little place on Old Earth. They're birds. Naturally no listing of an Alice being on the Station. I'd been conned. If it was Quark, he would shortly find the profit in breathing hard vacuum in his thousand-year-long slow glide into the Bajoran sun. There were problems, however, in assuming Quark could pull off a deception of this magnitude. For the Computer didn't have any record of any race that closely (or otherwise) resembled my Alice. How could he create a new race for my deception? Which left Odo. When I walked out of the Clinic and stood on the Promenade, I looked to where Security stood. Alice, in Odo's usual shade of earth-orange, was standing in front of the doors with her arms crossed. She turned and walked back through the doors of Security. I didn't run. I reined in my speed and I slowly walked. Ambled. Strolled. But I think I left heel marks in the metal plating of the promenade. When I entered Security, Alice was sitting in the chair. Then she turned into Odo. Then she was Alice again. She was dressed in Odo's dull colors, but the outfit showed a great deal of soft breast, and Alice's claws drummed on the desk top. Very fetching, actually. I had to sit. Alice/Odo stood, and paced while I stared. She looked very nice in a knee-length skirt. "Why?" I asked. "I love you." I waited for the rest of it before I began disassembling him/her. I wondered if he had any blood to spatter the walls with. No, he wouldn't. Still in all, it'd be messy. "For so long as I can recall," he/she declared, "I have been a male. Not actually, but I have taken on the burdens and appearances of a male. It was, at the time, convenient." She paused, staring at me. "That was then. I could function as a male should, but had not much use for that ability. "Now I am presented with you, and my emotions towards you. "Emotions are such twisty things aren't they? "Unfortunately I discovered that you seemed to prefer the company of females. Comely females preferred, but definitely females. "I studied females, as I studied you. And I determined that to win your affections, I must be a female. "I make an attractive and exotic female, don't I? Alice could just as easily become the Head of Security as Odo. The shape would be different, but I would still be me, inside. "You could be physically attracted to my creation, I think that is proven. "But I can be any woman you want. Not just Alice. Or I can be an infinite variety of them. Each week or night a different female. Any woman, any type of woman. Short, tall, busty, alien or human or Bajoran. Teach me to be a female. Teach me how to be what you need, apart from the physical attributes. "Let us explore the possibilities, Kira Nerys. "Please? "Will you let me be your woman? Will you let me woo you?" Her arms were open and pleading. I remembered last night. She had been .. convincing. I must think on this. I was glad I was sitting. She had long since set the security seal. We had a lot of things to talk about. I could think of Odo as a she, obviously. However, first off, of course, I would have to kill Alice/Odo. Then we could talk. After that I'll kill her again. END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: