One Night Beyond Antaries                                
              by Ann Douglas  



    

               



    

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.



    

Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest 





        The sound of soft music filled the large conference room
turned banquet hall as the USS Enterprise orbited high above
Ardana.  It was the Starships second visit to the planet in less
than a week.  The previous visit had been on an errand of urgency,
the need to transport the valuable ore zenite from Ardana to
Marak II in order to combat a botanical plague on that world.  


        A simple transport mission had instead turned into
involvement in a small-scale civil war between the Cloud Minders of
Stratos who lived in the airborne city and the Troglytes who lived
and worked in the mines beneath the surface.  The root cause of
the conflict was the Stratos dwellers belief that the Troglytes
were inferior beings who didn’t have the intelligence to appreciate
the beauty of their cloud city.  


        The Troglytes were mentally inferior; at least most of them,
but it only took Doctor McCoy a short time to discover that the
cause of this retardation was the constant exposure to the gas
produced by unrefined zenite ore.  A gas whose resultant effects
could be countered by the simple introduction of protective
breathing filters. 


        Captain Kirk had effected a temporary truce between the
two warring factions long enough to complete his mission.  The
Enterprise had then returned to help work out a more permanent
understanding between the two parties.  The impromptu dinner
party was to celebrate the signing of that arrangement.


        Droxine, daughter of the High Advisor of Ardana, watched
with a measure of displeasure as her father, Captain Kirk and her
now former servant, Vanna traded casual remarks where only days
before they had traded deadly blows. 


        She was quite angry with her father for signing the new
Accord of Unity with the Troglytes.  Normally, politics bored her
and the less she had to do with it the better.  She would much
prefer to spent her time enjoying the finer things in life such as
works of art, music and the company of interesting men and women.  


        The only reason she even took note of the new Accord was
that from what she understood of it, she would now have to take a
turn at mining zenite while some lowly Troglyte lived on Stratos in
her place.  Imagine her, the cream of Stratosian society, laboring
in the mines.


        As angry as she was with her father, she reserved a larger
measure of her displeasure for Vanna.  The dark haired Troglyte
had been, until only a few days before, both her servant and lover. 
It galled the blond haired woman to discover that Vanna was one of
the Disrupters and had only shared her bed to be in a position  to
the spy on the government.


        "I’d like to get that little bitch in a new position,”  Droxine
thought to herself as she took a long sip of her wine.  "One that
I’m sure she wouldn’t find as pleasurable as the one I had her in
last week.”


        The image of Vanna spread naked across her bed filled
Droxine’s thoughts as the memory of the Troglyte’s skill with her
tongue produced a warm feeling between the Stratos Dweller’s
legs.  Even if she was unwilling to admit it, it was a feeling that
Droxine was going to miss the most.


        The ungrateful wench hadn’t even had the decency to
compliment her on her new gown, Droxine said to herself.  And
after she had spent so much time picking it out.  A two piece silver
gown, the top half was made up of barely enough material to cover
her breasts, leaving both her mid-drift and back totally bare.   


        "There’s an old Earth saying,”  a soft melodious voice from
behind the blond unexpectedly interrupted.  "If looks could kill...”    
   
        The slimly built Ardanian slowly turned to face whoever had
interrupted her most private thoughts.  Even if the speaker had
not made reference to an Earth saying, she knew it had to have
been someone from the Starship.  No one from her world would be
so familiar.       


        It was only because of her father’s continued insistence
that Droxine had even come to this intolerable celebration.  Even
before Captain Kirk had negotiated the pact between Stratos and
the Troglytes, she had lost all interest in the Federation visitors. 


True, she had entertained a brief desire to try and seduce
the Vulcan First Officer into her bed, having heard tales of the
virility of Vulcan men.  But that desire had faded when she learned
that despite his beautiful words, Mr. Spock proved to be as
unemotional as the other stories she had heard of Vulcans claimed
them to be.  After all, how else could he have resisted her
incomparable charms?    


        Completing her turn, Droxine was prepared to give her
coldest rebuff, but instead found the words stillborn in her throat. 
The woman now standing less than two feet before her literally
took her breath away. 


        Five foot five with jet back hair done up in an elaborate
style, the ebony skinned woman was dressed in the mini-skirted
uniform that Droxine had seem worn by most of the Enterprise’s
female crew.  In this case, one the bright dark red of engineering
and system services.  Few of the women she had seen on the tour
of the ship they had been taken on, however, filled out the uniform
like this Lieutenant.   


        "Nyota Uhura,” the beautiful thirty-year-old smiled in way
of introduction.


        "Droxine,”  the lithe woman replied.  "We don’t have last
names like you do.  I’m the daughter of Plasus ...”


        "The High Advisor,”  Uhura completed her sentence.  "Yes, I
know.  I’m the ship’s Communications Officer.”


        Still at a loss for words, a situation that was quite rare for
her, Droxine searched her mind for something else to say. 
Something that would keep this captivating woman from walking
off in search of more interesting conversation or company.


        "What did you mean, if looks could kill?”  she finally asked.


        "The way you were looking at the pretty brunette over
there,”  Uhura explained.  "The one talking to Captain Kirk and your
father.  I’m pretty good at reading facial expressions, you have to
be in my line of work.  The expression on your face could only have
been described as hostile.  As if she had taken something you
wanted, or done something to hurt you.  Could that something be
the Captain’s company?”


        "Me and your Captain?”  Droxine laughed.  "I’m sorry but he’s
hardly my type.  No, if he wants Vanna, he’s welcome to her. 
Although I think he might do well to remember that the last time
she was in his bed, it was with a mortae in her hand and murder in
her eyes.”


        "I’ll still put my faith in the Captain,”  the lady in red grinned
broadly as she sipped at her own wine.  "He’s come through many a
battle unscathed.”    


        Droxine smiled back at the double meaning of the reply.  The
Lieutenant was intelligent and witty as well as beautiful. 


        "So what was it that Vanna, that’s her name isn’t it, did to
make you so angry at her?”


        "Yes, that’s her name,”  Droxine answered.  "We used to be
lovers.”


        "I see,” the Federation Officer replied in a noncommittal
tone. 


        In the few seconds of silence that followed Uhura’s brief
reply, Droxine wondered why she had admitted that.  True, same
sex relationships were common enough on Stratos as not to draw
any stigma, but who knew what customs these off-worlders
practiced. 


 The answer came to her in the realization that she had been
instantly attracted to this particular off-worlder.  A fascination
that made her need to know if there could be any reciprocation of
that allure.    


        "She is quite pretty, if you go for that type,”  Uhura said in
that same noncommittal tone, leaving Droxine unsure of the answer
she sought.  


        Uhura took another long pause as she drained the last of her
Altairian wine. Leading Droxine to believe that she was giving her a
way to make a graceful exit.  


        "Personally, I’ve always been attracted to blondes myself,” 
the older woman unexpectedly added, the image of a certain
Yeoman filling her thoughts.


        Droxine’s eyes lit up and her heart skipped a beat.  Positively
beaming, she asked Uhura if she would like another glass of wine. 
When she replied that she would, the Ardanian decided that
perhaps this celebration wasn’t going to be as uninteresting as
she’d originally believed.                          


        The conversation after that touched on a number of topics,
but seemed to skirt the one that most interested Droxine.  She
wasn't used to having someone else control a situation and normally
would've terminated this encounter by now.  But this was anything
but normal as she had to admit to herself.  


        There was a strength and passion in this woman that rivaled
her beauty and the younger blond found herself willing to go to
great lengths to share in that strength.  How far that journey
might actually be was beyond her imagination.


        Over the next half-hour, Droxine learned a great deal about
Uhura, but few of the details that she really desired.  She learned
that the Lieutenant had served twice on the Enterprise, first as a
new Ensign assigned there when the ship was under the commander
of Christopher Pike. Then later as, first assistant, then Chief of
Communications when James Kirk took the helm.  In response to
attempts by Droxine to discover if she was in an relationship of
any kind, the Officer merely gave a warm but ambiguous smile.    


        Uhura, in turn, learned little of Droxine’s life that seemed to
interest her. At least that was the impression that the Stratos
dweller seemed to get.  Still, she considered the fact that the
conversation was still going on a good sign. 


        Shortly after, Droxine noticed that people where beginning
to slowly leave the party, some of them in pairs.  She also
remembered her father mentioning that the Starship was
scheduled to leave Ardana soon after planetary dawn over Stratos. 
Droxine mentally did the calculations and realized that would be in
less than ten hours.  Not much time at all.


        "I was hoping that we might be able to spend some time
together,"  she said.  "That maybe I could show you some of the
wonders of Stratos."


        "I'm back on duty in eight hours,"  Uhura replied.  "I have to
run a systems diagnostic before we leave orbit."


        "Oh, that's so soon."  Droxine said in disappointment.  "We
could only cover a small fraction of all the things to see.  Just the
works of art would take more time than we have."


        "I seem to have heard that when your father introduced you
to the Captain and Mr. Spock, he referred to you as one of the
planet's incomparable works of art,"  Uhura smiled.  "Perhaps I
only need to see one particular sample to appreciate them all."


        Droxine looked deep into Uhura's eyes.  Reflected in them,
she could see the hunger of her own.


        "My cabin is two decks below,"  the Communications Officer
finally said as she gave Droxine the room number.  "If you wish,
give me ten minutes to change and then join me."


        "Ten minutes,"  Droxine repeated, as if the short time span
represented an eternity.                


        Uhura turned and walked across the room to the exit
without another word.  As the door slid open at her approach, she
turned and smiled back at Droxine.  A smile filled with a promise of
gratification.




        Less than eight and a half minutes later, Droxine exited out
that same door.  After what seemed an intolerable wait for a turbo
lift, she found herself standing in front of the door of the
Lieutenant's quarters.  Her heart beating with a long absent
expectation, she pressed the buzzer on the wall.


        "Enter," a voice from the small intercom next to the door
said, a half moment before it slid open to admit her.  


        As Droxine stepped inside, Uhura was nowhere to be seen,
but she could definitely be heard.  The sound of song filled the
sitting room, carrying over from the adjacent bedroom.  


"Beyond the rim of the star-light,”  Uhura sang.  "My love is
wandering in star flight.  I know she'll find, in star clustered
reaches, Love, strange love a Star woman teaches.”


The Ardanian paused for a few moments, listening to the
words of the song as Uhura continued.  They were as beautiful as
her voice.




        Shifting her attention to the cabin around her, Droxine was
impressed with the décor.  Physically, the two-room suite was no
different than the one she’d been assigned to freshen up in when
they'd transported aboard earlier in the day. In this case,
however, every inch reflected the personality of the occupant. 
The room was full of color, bright hues and dark accents. 
Artifacts that Droxine assumed were from Uhura’s homeland
occupied places of honor, mixed in with a few that were obviously
not of Earth origin.


        The most telling artifact was a very old spear hanging on the
center wall.  The spear also appeared in a holo-photo on a dresser
beneath it.  An image of a much younger Uhura wearing some sort
of primitive garb and holding the weapon.  The older man and
woman beaming at her in the picture wore modern clothing, giving
the impression that Uhura's outfit was ceremonial in nature.      


        There was an inscription on the photo that read Nairobi,
Kenya Province, United States of Africa - 2254.  If Droxine had to
guess, it would seem that the image commemorated a rite of
passage of some kind.  It added to her initial appraisal of Nyota
Uhura.  She was no mere technician as her position on the ship
might suggest.  This was a warrior.


        That thought sent a warm flush through Droxine's slim
form.  There were few on Stratos with a warrior spirit.  That was
one of the things, she now realized, that had originally attracted
her to Vanna.  Even if she hadn't realized it at the time.     




        There were a few other holo-images resting on the dresser
top.  Two of them caught Droxine’s attention because of Uhura’s
earlier comment about "preferring blondes herself”.  


        The first was of Uhura and a woman the Ardanian
recognized from the earlier tour as the Medical Department’s
Head Nurse.  The tall blonde looked to be about the same age as
the Communications Officer and Droxine remembered from the
brief introductions that her name was Christine.  


        The two women where wearing swimsuits and sitting
at the edge of a large lake.  The twin moons in the sky behind them
marked the setting as some alien world, but Droxine barely noticed
that aspect.  Her interest was more centered.  From the warm look
each of the women in the photograph seemed to have for the
other, Droxine wondered if their relationship went beyond just
friendship. 


What Droxine couldn’t know was that her observation was
right on the mark, at least when that photograph had been taken. 
It had been a shore leave right after Nurse Chapel had finally had
her one and only sexual encounter with Mr. Spock during his time
of Pon Farr.  As satisfying as that experience had been, Christine
wasn’t willing to wait another seven years for a repeat
performance and finally opened herself up to other avenues and
opportunities.  


The other photo was of another blond haired woman, one
much younger.  Quite pretty with a beehive hairdo, there was an
inscription on the edge of the picture.  "To Nyota, Love Always,
Janice.”  Droxine wondered what Uhura’s relationship with the
younger woman had been as well. 




Droxine was so involved in the photographs that she didn’t
realize at first that Uhura had stopped singing or that she had
entered the room.  She whirled around as Uhura made her
presence known.  Once more Droxine felt speechless as she found
her hostess even more striking than she’d been at the party.


Uhura had replaced her red duty uniform with a short,
purple and gold dress made of a shimmering translucent material
that left little to an onlooker’s imagination.  Droxine’s gaze fell
immediately on Uhura’s large mounds, the dark, wide areola of
which were clearly visible through the thin material.


The Starfleet Officer wasted no time, of which they both
knew they had precious little of.  Before saying a word, Uhura took
the slim blond in her arms and pressed her lips to hers with a fiery
passion, her darting tongue pressing deep into Droxine’s mouth. 
The younger woman in turn responded immediately, accepting the
sweet offering and bringing her hands up to cradle those breasts
that had so attracted her earlier attention.


Uhura’s hands didn’t remain idle either, sliding down across
Droxine’s back, caressing the exposed flesh until they came to rest
against her ass.  Taking a firm grip there, she pulled the smaller
woman’s body tight against her own.


"You are so beautiful,”  Uhura whispered into Droxine’s ear
between kisses.  "I just want to explore every inch of your body.”


With that, Droxine reached up and undid the clasp behind
her neck that held the top of her dress in place.  The silver
material fell forward, exposing the small, compact breasts
beneath.  The areola around the Ardanian’s nipples were small as
the Terran’s were large, and of a bright pink hue.  The nipples in
the center were short but thick and erect, calling out in invitation.


A call, Uhura quickly answered as her mouth closed on
Droxine’s left breast, her tongue caressing the sensitive nub.


"Oh yes,”  Droxine moaned in pleasure, both at the touch and
at the excitement generated by Uhura’s aggressive nature.


Unable to wait any longer herself, Droxine slid her slender
hands beneath the folds of the older woman’s dress, pressing them
against the warm flesh beneath.  Her fingers stroked the much
larger nipples found there, adding to her level of excitement.


"I want to taste you too,”  she said, her words laced with a
sense of hunger.


In response, Uhura reached back and pulled at a bow on the
back of her dress.  Once undone, her garment dissolved into a
collection of loose sections, most of which fell from her body to
the floor.  Droxine’s eager hands quickly removed those that
hadn’t. 


Presented with the object of her lust, Droxine quickly lifted
one of Uhura’s breasts and guided it to her mouth.  


Enthusiastically, she sucked at the thick nipple, drawing it
deeper and deeper between her lips.  The now nude human held the
back of the blonde’s head, holding it in place and pressing her
mounds tight against Droxine’s face.  An act that only seemed to
excite her more.


Back and forth they went, taking turns exploring each
other’s bodies with their hands and mouths.  Finally, Uhura took
Droxine in hand and guided her into the bedroom and onto the
large platform bed that had been customized for her during the
ship’s last refit.


The young blond easily divested herself of what was left of
her own gown, revealing a small, clean shaven mound between her
legs.  She had already noticed the contrast with her new lover’s
body as Uhura’s mound was covered with a thick mat of curly black
hair.  


Droxine desperately wanted to explore that dark mound, but
Uhura wouldn’t be denied her own pleasures.  She spread the
smaller woman across the large multicolored quilt, parting her legs
wide as she did.  Dropping to her knees on the side of the bed,
Uhura reached out and slid two of her outstretched fingers deep
within the smooth, light skinned mound of her guest.


"Goddess!”  Droxine gasped at the sudden entry, one almost
as forceful as it was pleasurable.


Faster and faster, Uhura guided her fingers in and out of
Droxine’s sex, producing resounding waves that radiated across her
prone body.  Under the dark skinned woman’s skillful touch, it
didn’t take long for her to bring her guest to the edge.  Then to
push her even further as she replaced her fingers with her tongue.


In the deep recesses of the ship’s library computer, there
existed a highly unofficial yet highly popular medical volume on the
sexual characteristics of the various races of the Federation.  It
was a tome that many members of the crew liked to refer to
before they visited a new world.  The head of communications was
no exception. 


From her own reading of that reference work, Uhura knew
that Ardanian women had a slightly different set of pleasure
points than humans.  Points which Uhura now proceeded to
stimulate with all of the skill of a native.   


 "Blessed Goddess!”  Droxine once more loudly and
enthusiastically intoned as a final, encompassing wave of passion
ripped across her body.  A wave far greater than any she had
experienced with Vanna or any previous lover.


Covered with sweat and drained, Droxine wasn’t sure how
long had passed since the thunder that rocked her body finally
subsided.  What she did know, at least the moment that her senses
returned, was that she wanted to make love to this woman beside
her more that she ever wanted to love anyone in her life. 


Pulling Uhura onto the bed with her, Droxine climbed on top
of the larger woman and immediately lowered her head between
her legs.  Her tongue sought out the prize she so desired, taking a
brief moment to drink deeply of the fragrant aroma of Uhura’s
womanhood.  Then she ran her tongue back and forth across the
now matted hairs, cleaning them of the honeyed dewdrops that
covered the dark mound. 


Working her way between the folds of the earth woman’s
sex, the daughter of the High Advisor assaulted Uhura’s clit with
the ferocity of an Orion slave girl.  


Uhura closed her eyes, enjoying the rising tides Droxine’s
efforts had begun to produce.  In some ways, Droxine reminded
her of Janice Rand.  Not of course, the underlying arrogance that
had been apparent to the Enterprise Officer the moment she had
seen her.  No, it was the need for a strong lover to bring her the
pleasure she desperately sought.     


Uhura had found it amusing that Droxine had tried to
satisfy her need with Mr. Spock.  Not that Spock wasn’t a
powerful lover.  Uhura knew that to be a fact as the result of
shared intimacies with Christine.  Rather that Spock was hardly
the type to engage in a one-night stand. At least not without an
extraordinary set of circumstances.   No, that was more Jim Kirk’s
style.  


Not that Droxine was Kirk’s type either.  The good Captain
enjoyed the challenge too much to settle for someone like her. 
Uhura knew him more intimately than most crewmen, dating back
to a night during their Academy days when she was a new cadet
and he an upper classman. If she knew Jim Kirk, it was a good guess
that right now he was probably showing Vanna another of the
reasons he was considered one of Starfleet’s best.  


An increase in the delight of Droxine’s touch brought Uhura
back to the here and now.  She murmured soft words of
encouragement as she wrapped her legs around the blonde’s back
and her hands around the back of her head.  


In truth, Droxine wasn’t the accomplished lover she thought
herself to be, mostly the result of occupying a place in her society
in which no one would dare to tell her that.  Still she was exhibiting
an enthusiasm and a desire to please that Uhura was certain wasn’t
her norm.  So she wasn’t about to shatter her belief.  At least not
before she came, she silently grinned.


An event that the Starfleet Officer knew would be soon in
coming as familiar sensations warmed her body, signaling an
approaching bliss.  She increased her grip on Droxine, holding her
warm body even closer to her own.  When Uhura’s climax overtook
her, her guest would share in its fire.


And share she did as a short time later, Uhura orgasmed
with all the force of a nova.  The physical result of her climax
splashing all over Droxine’s face.  An forceful event both new and
unexpected for the Stratos Dweller since explosive climaxes were
even more of a rarity among Ardanians than Earth women. Droxine,
however, was overjoyed with the experience.  With lustful
abandonment, she took it all in with a joyful heart, wondering how
many times they could repeat this before morning came as well.




Hours later, less than fifteen minutes before Lieutenant
Uhura was due on the bridge, Droxine carefully slipped out of her
room and moved as silently as she could down the empty corridor. 


When she found her way to the closest transporter room,
the Ensign on duty was doubly surprised to see her.  He’d thought
the last of the visitors from Ardana had left hours before.  In
fact, he’d beamed that last of them down himself, that Troglyte
woman, Vanna.


The second thing that surprised him was that this woman,
and to be honest the last one as well, bore the look of someone who
had spent Gamma Shift doing much more than sleeping.


 "Some people have all the luck,” Ensign Henry thought to
himself as he manipulated the transporter controls in preparation
for transit. 


Droxine’s smile of satisfaction as she stepped up onto the
transporter pad was mixed with a deep sense of regret.  It was
unlikely the Starship would pass this way again soon.  Or that she
would again share time with one crewman in particular.  


        Not realizing she was even doing it, the blond haired woman
was softly singing a song she had only first heard a few hours
before.  A song of lost love beyond Antaries.


END



    


(c) Ann Douglas 2001





















   
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