Title: TASHA 1: INTRODUCTION TO THIS UNIVERSE
Author: Patricia F. Cartier, 1995 & 2001 ( patricia_cartier@hotpop.com )
Code: Tasha Yar
Rating: R
Disclaimer: At least one character herein is copyrighted by Paramount. The rest is copyright me.
Note: Submitted to Round II of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest
by Patricia F. Cartier
Lieutenant Tasha Yar tensed, then spun around from right to left. She leapt into the air and straightened
out her right leg, pulling back her toes and pushing out her heel. The kick contacted heavily with the
chin of the Cardassian warrior in front of her. With a satisfying snap of his neck, the warrior collapsed
to the ground dead, next to five of his comrades.
Tasha heard a movement behind her and turned, forming her hands for a punch. She struck out before
she completely saw her target, not having the time to look before attacking. But when she did see, she
pulled up in shock. With a sharp intake of breath, she redirected the blow slightly to the left, barely
missing the head of the young human woman who had come up behind her.
Her heart was pounding. She was supposed to rescue this girl and instead she'd almost killed her.
"Computer, freeze program," she called out, breathlessly. The scene around her stopped eerily, all
motion ceasing immediately and unnaturally.
Hands on knees and bending at the waist, she tried to regain her breath. At the touch of a breeze she
looked up to see her computer-generated trainer materialize out of the wall. "Not bad, Natasha," said
the holograph, who had the appearance of a lithe, middle-aged Vulcan male. "Six Cardassians taken
out. Half of them killed. You almost blew it at the end, it wouldn't have been good to snap her neck as
well." The Vulcan put his hand on the young woman's frozen shoulder. "You pulled up just in time, but
she'll be unlikely to trust you." He glanced again at the dead or incapacitated Cardassians. "Of course,
you'll have to do it more quickly next time. These warriors were only at 75% of reality. If this had been
live, you'd be dead now instead of wheezing for breath like an overweight banker. "
"You know what I hate about you, Tal-shirac?" Tasha said, still breathing deeply. "It's that even when I
turn off the simulation, you keep coming out of the wall and giving me hell. How do I get a break? Six
on one? I thought I did pretty well."
The holograph cocked one eyebrow. "Do you want a precise list of your mistakes, Lt. Yar?"
"No, not now. I'm sure that you'll have it on the desk in my room when I get back there." She stood
upright, "Are we done for today?"
Tal-shirac appeared to survey the scene before her and said, "I think we're done for here. I want a full
mission debriefing from you this afternoon: your assessment of mistakes, corrective measures you'll
take in the future, operational defects, everything. You know the routine." Then he disappeared from
view, disintegrating into the holo-deck mist with the rest of the scene.
"Fucking computer trainer," Tasha breathed.
"I heard that, Lt. Yar," the holograph briefly re-appeared, a scowl on his face, then disappeared once
again.
The blonde lieutenant bent over her gym bag in a corner of the now bare holo-deck and extracted a
towel. She slowly wiped the sweat from her brow then, with a long sigh of breath, called out,
"Computer, Exit." The doors to the holo-deck opened and Tasha walked out. Across the corridor was a
shower room meant for the large number of people who used the holo-deck for exercise and workouts.
Tasha passed through the doors, hoping that her morning's trial was over.
The facility was "co-ed", but Tasha had no nudity taboo and began to strip in the middle of the locker
area. In any event, the place appeared deserted so she didn't have to worry about anyone else's taboos.
She shoved her workout suit, in this case a tight leotard, into a locker with her bag. A thumbprint on the
locker, she picked a shower stall from the eight in the shower area.
She pushed some buttons on the wall and the shower began after an opaque force field closed her stall
off from general view. As she washed, she thought about her strange situation. THIS Tasha, she
thought, didn't really belong in THIS universe. The Tasha from THIS universe had been killed seven
years before. A senseless wasteful death. But it seemed, from all that Star Fleet had told her, that any
Tasha Yar was destined to become unstuck from whatever universe she might have been born to. She
knew of the Tasha that had come into this universe thirty years ago only to be captured by the
Romulans. Another Tasha had appeared on the station DS4, and had averted a takeover attempt by
Ferengi before being killed by phaser fire in the action.
She herself had come into this universe last year, the result of piloting her shuttle craft into a space
anomaly while returning to her Enterprise from a shore leave. This universe was so like hers, yet so
different. She still was adjusting to the differences: the people who thought they knew her but didn't
and the people she thought she knew who didn't know her. It was even more difficult here on the
Enterprise since she'd arrived a month ago.
When she'd arrived in this universe, Tasha had been picked up by the Starship Pegasus. Her first
impulse had been to try to return home. But no matter what the people of the Pegasus had tried, the
anomaly wouldn't reopen. So she travelled to Star Fleet headquarters, hoping for acceptance and an
assignment. The acceptance came grudgingly. And before an assignment appeared, she volunteered for
and was accepted in the new Star Fleet Special Operations section.Star Fleet had recently realized the
need for a group of operatives who could do things that it couldn't do. Operations that would require
people to do things that went against Star Fleet's official rules. Assignments behind enemy lines,
avoiding the disaster that had almost occurred when they assigned a Starship captain such a task a
couple of years ago. They wanted people who would do things Star Fleet and the Federation would not
want to acknowledge that it had done; things that it would deny if they came to light. And who could be
denied better than someone who was dead for seven years?
So Tasha had undergone a year of intensive new training, with instructors from human colonies, from
Vulcan and from Klingon. Some of these trainers knew what the training was for, some didn't. She
trained alone and in groups, in a command position and in a position where she took orders from
someone else. The training encompassed hand-to-hand combat, special new weapons that were only
rumors to the rest of the fleet, covert operations, spying methods, camouflage and disguise, and flight
training for the extraordinary new dual seat Star Fighter.
She was never told just how many people were trained for this section. She had met about 30 others, of
varied species, ages, and experience levels. All the creme de la creme it seemed to her, but she never
had gotten to know any of them. And then, six weeks ago, it had stopped. Special Ops was officially
activated, and Tasha was assigned to forward duty. Away from the main operational base, she could get
to a problem site in this sector in a hurry. And so about a month ago, she had reported to Captain Picard
on the Enterprise, with special instructions for her duties, a Star Fighter under tight wraps, and a
holo-deck training program named Tal-shirac to keep her in her own small part of hell.
She finished washing and a damp dry from the blower then opened the privacy screen of the shower
again. Grabbing a towel, Tasha entered the sauna at the other end of the locker room, activating it's heat
and steam with a flick of a hand before the door.
Lying on a wide bench in the middle of the small wood walled room, Tasha finally began to relax, a
needed break from the tension of this morning's early workout and training session. Her thoughts were
whirling around, trying to decide how she could have performed better this morning, wondering what
sadistic assignment the computer would come up with tomorrow. Or tonight? The computer didn't
schedule her sessions with her, since reality was hardly on a schedule. Then she thought back to the
universe she'd left behind and those thoughts necessarily led back to Mara.
"How is Mara?" Tasha wondered to herself. "Is she still alive? Does she still miss me as I miss her?
Does she have another lover? Is she happy?" Mara was Tasha's wife from her own universe. They'd
been together for four years, meeting in the Academy just before Winter break and spending three
glorious weeks of vacationing (and sex) together before returning to the Spring session. They'd moved
in together and the following summer they'd wed. Their careers had split them apart after a couple of
years, but it was Mara whom Tasha had been visiting on shore leave. Two weeks of absolute bliss; just
thinking about it stirred heat between her thighs.
Life in this universe had been celibate for Tasha. Part of that was self-imposed: finding herself in a
strange place with people just slightly different disoriented her. And Mara didn't seem to exist in this
universe. Part of it was the training she'd undergone left her no time for socializing or meeting new
people.
Thinking about Mara and about sex was arousing Tasha. The heat from the sauna and the pleasant
feeling in her muscles from the workout only made that feeling grow. She chuckled to herself; these
people, this universe, knew a Tasha that was very shy about sex, very straight-laced and very
heterosexual. Mara would have had a good laugh about that; she was always telling Tasha what a sex
fiend she was. "You're more woman than I can handle sometimes," Mara would say.
"Ah, Mara, I miss you." Tasha thought, and remembered a time with Mara in a sauna in Finland, that
first winter. "Damn," she said aloud, knowing she needed relief from her growing passion. "Computer,
privacy lock, please. Voice authorized, Natasha Yar." The computer sounded the tones that confirmed
the order, a lock on the door that could only be overridden by command staff. She looked around the
sauna quickly then said, "Computer, mirrors all around, please." Again the sound. The room was
actually a limited function holo-suite; it could function as a sauna, a steam bath or a whirlpool bath,
perhaps more. Most people didn't take enough advantage of it, Tasha thought with a smile, as the walls
and ceiling of the room dissolved into mirror. In each wall, above her and below her, the mirrors
reflected her image back to themselves, showing her an unending cascade of herselves.
She looked up at the mirror above her, and what she saw pleased her. Her lean form reclined on a
wooden bench, her short blonde haired head resting on her rolled up towel. There was no fat on her
body, she knew that. Her stomach was flat and her arms bulged slightly with hard muscle. Her breasts
were firm, they pointed up straight. Her hips were trim and her legs long and muscular. Where those
legs met a tuft of blonde hair covered her now burning pussy. She moved her legs apart, putting one on
either side of the bench, then began to slowly caress her breasts. Looking at mirrors on each side, she
watched a million other Tasha's doing the same thing. Millions of other Tasha's, she thought, will they
all come unstuck from their universes? Will I ever meet one?
Her nipples were hard now, inviting her fingers to linger there too. She did so, flicking her nipples with
her thumb, and placing one finger on top of each nipple and rotating slowly. A feeling of pleasure shot
from each point down her belly to her crotch. Licking her thumbs and first finger for lubrication, she
began to twist and tease her nipples, generating more waves of pleasure, losing her more and more into
her reverie.
Looking above her again, Tasha saw the golden hair between her legs and knew that it was time to
explore there. Together the millions of Tasha's reached down with their right hand, slowly skimming
down their bellies, until they reached the firm, small mound above their cunts. Spreading their fingers
out slightly, they all pushed down and moved in a small circle, around once, twice, many times.
Together the millions of Tasha's closed their eyes and moaned in ecstasy, though they had only one
voice to be heard.
Still rubbing with her right hand, she reached with her left to rub her fingertips along the lips of her
opening. She could feel the heat from inside and the sweet juices leaking from within. Her clit was just
beginning to peek through and touching it briefly caused her to shiver with pleasure; the pleasure
causing it to grow more still, giving her better access to it.
She pressed down into the top of her vagina, in the spot so sensitive for her, just where her pussy began
to open. With two fingers she rubbed there, back and forth, growing in speed, the speed feeding the
pleasure and the pleasure the speed. With her other hand she rubbed her clit, around in circles on top of
it, slower, yes, but with just as much pleasure.
She frigged her self even faster, finally closing her eyes with the pleasure, leaving the millions of other
Tashas to do their own thing. She could feel herself close to the edge. She wished Mara was here right
now. Mara would take her clit in her mouth right now and give it just the right touch to make her cum.
She almost came thinking about that, but it wasn't enough. She took her clit between her thumb and
finger and began to tenderly roll it.
That did it. The fire spread outward quickly from her cunt, pulsing in waves across her body. She knew
she cried out, she had no idea what she said. The waves went on and on, her pussy clenching and
unclenching in an orgasm long denied her.
Her hand was now covered with the juices flowing from her pussy, her clit was slippery and still
sensitive. She slowed down, now gently stroking herself where before her hand had been a blur.
Then she brought her hand to her mouth and slowly licked her taste off of it, wishing there was
someone else, in this universe to share such a moment with.