Title: WANK
Author: Nautika ( feedback@malccie.com)
Series: TNG
Pairing: K'Ehleyr
Rating: PG-13?
Parts: 1 of 1 - Vignette
Date: Halloween 2002
Feedback: All comments are welcome and appreciated!
Archive: Femme Fuh-q Fest, and my site http://www.malccie.com/nautika.html
Note(s): Part of the FFF Round 8. Read the rest of the Round 8 stories (and many more) here - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuh_q_fest/ For this round there was a first line challenge of: There was a shriek as the lights went out.
Summary: What would *you* do while traveling in a Federation probe?
For Hypatia, who wanted a Suzie Plakson triple delight. :)
by Nautika
There was a shriek as the lights went out. Hoping the others had not heard her, K`Ehleyr muttered every Klingon and Terran curse she could think of under her breath. 'Damn claustrophobia!' And here she was lying in a PROBE, getting ready to be shot into space. 'Whose bright idea was this,' she wondered?
It was getting warm in the small space from her body heat. She heard three taps on the casing and knew they were about to eject her. She would be on her way. No turning back now. Oh, well. She tried to calm her breathing, nearly hyperventilating from her fears.
She felt the force of being ejected into space and the temperature began to cool. 'Great,' she thought, 'this should be fun. What am I supposed to do while I hurtle through space at warp nine in a probe? Damn important missions!' The air around her cooled significantly, only her thermal body suit keeping her warm. She didn't much care for the mask she was wearing, either. 'Maybe they should have knocked me unconscious?'
Settling down for a long ride she mentally went over every piece of information she knew. She recited memorized poems, math calculations, childhood stories; she was about to start in on the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition when she just grunted in frustration. Her body was getting stiff. Instead of focusing, she let her mind wander.
The fabric of her suit felt rough against her skin, reminding her of one particularly erotic encounter with an alien woman possessing skin the texture of fine sandpaper. One erotic memory lead to another, which lead to another. Soon, she was engrossed in fantasies she had long forgotten. She managed to maneuver her hand in the tight space and began rubbing it against her crotch.
Faster and faster she worked, her mind racing through a multitude of sexual sights, tastes, and smells. She rocked her hips trying to get better stimulation. Her breath came in short gasps, but her claustrophobia was long forgotten. Her body tensed and jerked violently as she came, confined in the small space. As she cooled down, she laughed to herself. 'I just jerked off in a Federation probe!'
The activity relaxed her, however, and she was still amused by it when they lifted the lid. Much to her surprise, she was able to greet the humans with a smile.
The End.