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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Picturess. This story is intended for the
non-commerical 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.


The following story takes place after the episode The Cloud Minders

     One Night Beyond Antaries
              by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Written for the The Femme Fuh-Q Fest
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/index.html



	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 d cor.  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 which 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

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