"Q! Q, I know you're there, show yourself." A brilliant flash of white light sparkled before her eyes, dimming to reveal the form of a smug faced young man. "You called, Aunt Kathy?"
"Q", she said in a low voice, "I know you think this humorous, but please give Seven of Nine her clothes back."
"Oh, it wasn't me, Aunt Kathy. You see ...." he said as he picked up a tricorder and tossed it aside like a babies toy. "There's something I need to tell you .... Welcome to the family!"
There was nothing out there, and I was happy as hell about it.
After umpteen encounters with sneaky psychotics and those goddamned ever-present spatial anamolies, I always sat in my Captain's chair just a little bit on edge. Though I had to admit coffee didn't help calm my nerves.
Seven brought my eyes up when she made her report. They stopped partway up her chest so that I could admire her large liquid pink-nippled breasts. Then I recalled myself and smiled into her face.
Then I zoomed back to those gorgeous nipples of hers.
There was no clothing in the way of my usual admiration.
Mister Kim, ever vigilant (and becoming a compulsive-obsessive out here in the Delta Quadrant, I thought), spoke up then.
"Seven!" he managed. "You're naked. Nude. No clothes."
Indeed she was. I forced myself not to looking lovingly on her body, especially the gorgeous delicate bush of red-gold hairs flourishing in her crotch. I tore my gaze way and stood.
"Captain!" Seven said, in some surprise. "Something has happened to my clothes!"
In my years I've gotten downright paranoic, but it's a paranoia developed in response to one damned emergency after another.
"Intruder alert!" I commanded. "Shields up to max, Engineering, full speed as soon as possible, begin evasive maneuvers Epsilon-4, scan all near-by space. I think we've just been invaded."
Then I grabbed a bewildered Seven of Nine and dragged her delectable nude body into the Ready Room with me.
"Replicate yourself a new body stocking and catsuit," I ordered Seven, "and put it on."
"Computer," I asked the air, "has a threat been discovered? Chakotay, let me know if you discover anything. Lt. Torres, give me top warp soonest. Tuvok, search the ship and look for anyone else's clothes disappearing."
Seven, ever efficient, was already beginning to slip first into one of her under-suits, when it suddenly disintegrated into thin air. The biosuit also evaporated.
At that point a strong premonition, no, a surety, swept over me. I suddenly knew what was going on.
From Seven's point of view her mentor became her usual ultra-competent self.
"Q! Q, I know you're there, show yourself." A brilliant flash of white light sparkled before her eyes, dimming to reveal the form of a smug faced young man. "You called, Aunt Kathy?"
Captain Janeway tapped her Comm badge and spoke to Chakotay.
"Seal all decks, Chakotay. Tuvok, initiate confirmed invasive procedures, and everyone brace for a bumpy ride.
"We've got a "Q" on board!" she said. With that she (and her most fearsome glare) rounded on the 'child' version of the interfering Q's.
"Q", she said in a low voice, "I know you think this humorous, but please give Seven of Nine her clothes back."
"Oh, it wasn't me, Aunt Kathy. You see ...." he said as he picked up a tricorder and tossed it aside like a babies toy. "There's something I need to tell you .... Welcome to the family!"
"Is that supposed to be some sort of explanation for another round of your nosy idea of fun and games?" she snarled.
"An explanation, yes," he smirked. Q smirked impeccably.
At this point Seven re-entered the conversation. Lovely, naked, gorgeous Seven. God, but at times I hated it when Seven simply HAD to put her two Centimes in.
"If my being clothed is to be a major issue, Captain," Seven interjected. "Please note that I am able to function at my previous efficient standard with or without outer garments."
"Tuvok," I interrupted. "Any more Q on board? That you know of, that is?"
"Considering the level of warmth within VOYAGER, nudity is probably a viable option when display of rank is not a necessity," Seven added.
"I'm waiting for that explanation," I managed to smile at Q.
"The Q in your Ready Room appears to be the only intruder on the ship," Tuvok offered via Comm.
"Q have long felt they owed you a small favor, in thanks to you, personally, for your many assistances. Even for your disgusting support of the suicidal Q. You were perforce pressured into being judge in that foul matter."
"Many of the Crew of VOYAGER have personally told me they'd like to see me naked," Seven said. "It seems a small favor to grant them."
They invented the word 'flaunt' to describe what a naked Seven did with her large eye-catching breasts. Lovely red nipples.
"And?" I asked.
"Therefore Q have made you not only an honorary Q, but an actual one," the young Q smirked. He should really practice more on smiling in a friendly fashion. Smirks, for the most part, don't cut it.
"Whenever I am naked in the presence of Lt. Kim, he erects promptly," Seven supplied. "That is a sign of approval from the male of the species, or at least Megan Delaney states so."
"What exactly do you mean?" I queried.
"I mean that as of a few minutes ago, you are now a full-blown Q, complete with all the powers inherent in the term."
"Powers?"
"Jenny Delaney concurs. She also adds my apparently aloof attitude has made me an unattainable object of male lust aboard VOYAGER. When I am nude, I am suddenly an attainable object."
"Unlimited powers. You can do anything you wish within this continuum, and all other continuuma."
"Jenny Delaney possesses a first-class mind and is constantly discovering such insights regarding her environment. She is unfortunately under-rated as a cognitor of great skill."
"Anything?" I scoffed.
"Anything," he replied. "You doubt me, but I make a literal true statement."
"If that is the case, why did you get my attention the way you did, by removing Seven of Nine's clothes?"
"Is this somehow connected with my present mode of undress?" Seven questioned.
"I had nothing to do with the lack of raiment, of this particular female of your species. Or any other, I might add. Q do not enjoy the sight of lower species reverting to their more primitive states." Q snuffled. Snufflings are no more agreeable than smirks, I noted.
"If you're not the one keeping Seven nude, who is?" I threw back.
"Captain Janeway is responsible for my present nakedness?" Seven asked. Was that a note of glee in her voice? No, it can't be, I'm projecting again.
"In a manner of speaking," Q answered. We're back to sneers.
"I've never asked, projected, whatever it is you Q do, for Seven to be prancing about flashing acres of delightful naked flesh at my crew and upsetting them."
"Ah!" the Q returned. "Your Id did, though."
"My Id?????"
"The Secret Beast lying deeply hidden in all you frail humans. Behind your screen of rationality and logic, your most primitive aspects crave nothing but unadulterated fulfillment of your every greedy desire."
"Ridiculous!" I scoffed.
"Then consciously return Seven to a clothed state. Forebrain counters Id, when it wants to."
Strictly in the spirit of scientific research, I thought of Seven dressed. Not as she usually was. But dressed in an immense florid MuuMuu.
Immediately Seven was in a throat to ankles MuuMuu of the most vivid (and ugly) colors possible.
Seven picked at it with a questioning look on her face. Then I put her in a ballet costume. She looks good in a toutou.
Could Q be telling the truth for once? Did I now have Q powers?
"I told you so," he crowed.
We three were suddenly on a wide and parched grassy plain. In the distance the mountaintop of Kilimanjaro streamed a few clouds. The heat took my breath away, and already flies had begun investigating me. I heard a series of coughs slightly behind me, and both Seven and I turned to view the adult male Lion lounging under the tree. Females of his pride examined us from a predator's viewpoint.
We were back on VOYAGER. Just like that.
We watched Boothby slowly riding his roboflic across the green lawn of StarFleet Academy. In the distance the Bridge still swept across the mouth of San Francisco Bay. Closer to hand a Vulcan in casual blues was tutoring four human Cadets under the shelter of the trio of Memorial Cedars alongside Library #4.
We were back on VOYAGER. Again.
We viewed the exterior of VOYAGER from above and to one side.
The hard vacuum literally took my breath away. Then we were inside again.
Sam Wildman was three bays over when we appeared in Hydroponics One. To one side and beneath our gaze Naomi was napping on the little Naomi-sized cot Engineering had affixed to the bulkhead.
"Captain?" Sam asked, already on her way to where we were.
Back to the Ready Room.
A chipped ceramic cup last seen in Indiana was suddenly in my hand, and I somehow managed not to drop it, though it had a full cargo of aromatic dark coffee.
A taste, no, five tastes, gave me something to do while I thought, and it tasted superb as well. I recognized it. So-called Bajoran Rocket Fuel. A new luxury export, not yet in our Replicator banks when we left to seek the maqis and our destiny in the Delta Quadrant. I had last tasted this hot nectar on DS9. Slightly sweetened, naturally, for the striped brown beans were grown somehow with the carbon chains of plant sugar within it. And strong as hell.
"The repressed and hidden portion of Captain Janeway's mind was responsible for my nudity?" Seven questioned Q.
"Yes."
"Then I shall be nude," she explained. The ever efficient Seven was out of her ballet costume almost before I realized what she was doing.
I mentally re-dressed her in a new ballet costume. All that flesh was lovely. But!
Seven proceeded to remove that ballet costume as well.
She proudly stood before us, her firm and young (but, oh, so large and soft-looking!) breasts pointed towards me. The nipples, as previously noted, were large and pink, inviting a touch or a kiss.
Seven smiled softly at me.
"Does the sight of my unadorned body please you, Captain?"
I re-dressed her in the electric blue biosuit. All I did was wrinkle my nose and she was re-clothed.
She palmed that open and was crawling out of that in less time than it had taken her to divest herself of the ballet costumes.
"Seven?" I asked.
"If my Captain desires it, I shall flaunt my nudity at her whenever possible. I possess a superior body. My ass is firm and tight, yet soft and giving." As Seven turned slightly, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her ass.
"Lieutenant Tom Paris, when he fondled it last, stated I have an ass most men would kill for."
Soft and pliable, warm to the touch.
Tom Paris!?!?!?!?
"TOM PARIS???? Tom Paris has felt your ass? Does B'Elanna know about this?"
"Senior Lieutenant Torres was present during the encounter. She instigated it."
"Think of your deepest most hidden wish, Aunty Kathy," Q droned on. "It shall be given you."
"Shut up, Q" I bridled.
His mouth moved but no sound came forth. I'd shut him up.
His recovered quickly, his voice regained as I looked into Seven's marvelous deep blue eyes.
"Encounter?" I asked. For some reason I was deeply wounded. No, dammit, I was jealous. I had a sudden vision of Seven wantonly impaling herself on Tom Paris' magic Johnson while B'Elanna whooped aloud and fed a long red dildo up Seven's rectum.
Suddenly the mental trio was there on my Ready Room floor and fornicating like crazed dogs in the summer heat; twisting and staining the blood red satin sheets of B'Elanna's immense bed. Seven was drooling on Tom as he manhandled her breasts.
The scene vanished, and Seven cocked her head to the side.
"An interesting tableaux," Seven commented. "In reality I merely observed while B'Elanna fellated her husband. I was nude, and Lieutenant Paris was fondling me, but there was no actual sexual copulation which involved myself."
I couldn't say anything. A new vision appeared in the Ready Room. That of B'Elanna busy with her mouth, and Tom's hand busy in Seven's groin.
"Closer to the reality," Seven commented.
I looked forty questions at Seven.
"It was three hours after shift change, and B'Elanna and myself were hidden in a Jeffries junction. She was - I believe the slang term is loaded - and was quite angry with Lt. Paris, but still infatuated with him.
"She stated she'd been attempting for four nights to have oral sex with Mr. Paris, but he had failed of an erection. I pointed out the Replicator Menu included over forty-one medical aids for his problem. She explained that he had his pride. She then indicated the sight of me often gave him a stiffie.
"It was a short step from that point to where I was removing my clothes in B'Elanna's Cabin, and she was working on Lieutenant Paris' primary sexual organ."
My mind boggled. For the longest time I had been aloof from Seven, in a sexual sense, because I didn't want to mess with a virgin. In Retro Satanis.
I had a strong feeling Seven's virgin days were long past.
"You want to bring VOYAGER home. You can now do so in the flick of an eye," Q reminded me. Outside the aluminum windows suddenly there swam Earth's beauty. If I wished it, we were home already.
"Lt. Harry Kim also grew a stiffie last week. Again I offered copulation, but he again panicked. He enjoyed seeing my naked body, though."
Boggle on top of boggle. Well, to be honest, not much of a boggle there. Everyone knows about Kim and Seven.
"Wealth," he tempted. Credit filches were piled against the bulkhead. I'd have bet each and every filche was indicative pf a fully-paid-up account which would have given me seas of Credits to swim in.
"Commander Chakotay offered to have anal sex with me, but both Megan and Jenny Delaney both warned against it. Therefore I declined.
"Since then both Megan and Jenny Delaney have had anal sex with the Commander. They state his techniques are abominable, and they are educating him."
I had to sit. Fortunately I had the sense to create a chair for myself to fall onto.
I'd been above it all. I'd foresworn sex, more or less, unless you counted my many buzzing buddies in the nightstand. Suddenly I felt a little bit stupid for never approaching Seven. Obviously quite a few other people already had.
"You would rule quadrants, galaxies, entire Universes, if you wish," Q mentioned. "Bring the long suffering crew of VOYAGER home at last, Aunt Kathy. Give them release from the fear and their suffering.
"Be the Empress of Earth, and have a thousand slaves just for your boudoir. Be a victorious Admiral and crush the Borg, the Cardassians, the Kazon, the Dominion. Have the adoration of a liberated Galaxy."
Seven moved alongside me again. The scent on her pulse points this week was a faint wisp of Camilla. B'Elanna, fierce tough masculine B'Elanna, had persuaded Seven to wear perfumes.
"If the Captain wishes it, I could be nude for her whenever she craves this condition. I would feel honored.
"You may also touch me, if you wish," she elaborated.
"Touching is not irrelevant," Seven said. "I enjoy the caresses of Megan and Jenny. They enjoy the sight of my nudity, and are happy to caress my body."
Hello? Seven enjoyed other females. I felt even more stupid at that moment.
"You could raise the dead. You could bring back those you have lost, out of VOYAGER's crew, and talk with Kes, if you wished," Q pointed out.
"I enjoy their caresses. In turn I find satisfaction and much pleasure in caressing them. I enjoy females more than males." Seven placed my hand on her perfect rump. I snatched it back as if it had been thrust into burning oil.
"You could send the Stars hurting from their courses. Smash comets together to see what happens. Crawl inside the cell of a flower and watch it process sunlight into food. Spin the helix's of a cell and bring forth perfect children."
Seven began rubbing the back of my neck.
"Wouldn't you enjoy touching me?
"I want you to touch me.
I have felt this way for thirteen months and eight days, Captain. It would give me pleasure if you would caress me."
Seven bent and placed my suddenly numb hand back on her hip.
Her skin was so soft and so smooth and so hot and so cool.
Her fingers were in the back of my hair as I enjoyed the sensations afforded me by her perfect skin.
"You can again be a farmer back in Indiana, if you wish. An explorer, well, no, you're that already ....." Q was sounding very human in that instant. It was odd realizing I had in my ready Room a Q who was searching for the right words.
I really didn't give a damn, however. Seven gave a little coo as I began kissing the swell of hip and buttock. Her fingers touched my ears, the combination of her natural dry scent and that touch of Camilla filled my nostrils.
"Captain?" he asked. "We're offering you membership in the most exclusive group in existence."
I licked the generous curve of her other ass cheek as she slowly pirouetted for me. I hadn't known Seven could coo.
"Captain?"
A much more sensuous "Captain!" came from Seven as I reached around and pulled her closer to me. Her enticing nipples and roseate aureole begged me to enclose them with my mouth, but instead I turned my head to gaze upon Q.
For years I had denied myself companionship, and especially sex. All in order to maintain Command Distance from my crew.
Suddenly Seven and myself had become a pair, and I couldn't imagine why it had taken me so long to reach this point.
Seven, I might now think of her as my woman, leaned against me, promising me infinity. Q stood in front of me, promising me infinity.
"Q," I asked, my mind somehow still functioning. "Why are you giving me such a hard sell on this being a Q business?"
"Hard sell?"
"Don't play dumb," I said. "You're trying very, very hard to convince me of how wonderful it would be to be a Q."
"Do you wish to copulate?" Seven asked in a whisper. "In all probability, my pleasure would be great if we copulated."
Her lips touched my ear.
"Sex is not irrelevant. Once I stated it was, but at the time I had not established the parameters of my own humanity.
"Sex is relevant." She lightly bit my ear.
"The probability of my enjoying copulation with you is so high that there exists no statistical possibility that I would not. Being with you will undoubtedly complete my passage into the human collective."
Seven really knows how to sweet-talk a gal.
"Q have given you entry into the most exclusive club in reality, Captain," Q doggedly went on, ignoring my lack of interest. "I am amazed you do not leap at the chance to put right all the wrongs you have seen, bring forth all the rights you see as needed, all the injustices of millennia overturned."
"Godhood," I murmured.
"Exactly," Q returned.
"I understand now more about the inefficient and taboo-laden human collective, but I also know I shall never learn all of its many intricies and confusions."
"Seven, dear heart," I asked, "I make a wicked salad, and a great green pea soup from scratch. May I invite you to my cabin for a leisured supper tonight? You can have a little soup, can't you? One of your biosuits would be proper raiment, and I shall dress casually. 1930 hours."
"I was about to ask you for a date," Seven continued nibbling on my ear. "Dates are a necessary prelude to a courtship, the EMH has often stated. As usual your faultless logic has led you to a position far in advance to my own stochastic deductions."
The bands of Borg implants across her taut belly excited me for some unknown reason.
She had a belly button.
"Seven, dear heart," I wondered, "when bringing you out of the collective, the EMH long ago showed me how you had no belly button. Yet you have one now."
"When the implant at that level of my stomach was re-absorbed, the EMH surgically created a belly button for me."
"Is it sensitive?" I whispered. Then I stuck my tongue tip into the exquisite declivity there.
Seven giggled and instinctively jerked back. It was sensitive.
My favorite ex-drone guided my head back by a gentle pressure on the back of my head. I could barely breathe.
"Hello in there," the Q sneered.
"You're selling too hard," I explained to Q. Seven's innie belly button had a terrible bitter taste, and at the same time the scent of Camilla was stronger in my nostrils. The sweet woman had applied a touch of her perfume to her belly button!
"Will we copulate tonight?" Seven asked.
"It's our first date," I explained.
"This is to be a protracted courtship?" she asked.
"We're going to get to know each other a little bit better first," I told Seven.
"Then may we copulate?"
"Perhaps," was all I promised. Seven almost pouted. Almost.
"What shall we do during these 'dates'?" Seven asked.
"We'll get to know each other. Be comfortable with each other. Learn to relax and trust each other."
"I already trust you," Seven added.
"We'll start tonight with a little small talk."
"Small talk?"
"Maybe I'll tell you of my sister, Phoebe. And how she's a great artist. I used to be terribly jealous of her, but ..... now I think of her often and wonder how she's doing."
"Small talk?"
"Small talk."
God, what a firm soft ass she had!
Seven brightened. "I can explain my researches into the consistent internal welling patterns expotentated by the inchaoate exteriors of main sequence solar bodies regardless of their overall body density or exterior size."
"Yes," I smiled. "That sort of thing. Small talk."
"Tomorrow will we copulate?"
"Are we going to have a date tomorrow night?" I asked. She put on a blank look, so I explained.
"You have to ask me for a date, and if I say yes, then we will also have a date for tomorrow night."
She appeared happier. "Then we will copulate."
"I did not say we would make love," I explained. "Just that we would have dates. To start with."
"Make love. Isn't that copulating?"
"Oh, no," I said. "Making love is a LOT more than copulation."
Seven looked unsure.
"I'll explain it more fully when we have our date. We'll have lots of time for small talk then."
"Small talk."
"Small talk."
"Yoo-hoo!" the Q said. "We're getting off-track here. We're talking about how wonderful it is for you to be a Q now."
I leaned my head against Seven's hip and she played her fingers in my hair.
"Yes," I replied, "let's talk about being a Q. I don't know why you're working so hard to make me want to be a Q, but I think maybe it isn't a done deal until I say 'Yes', or something. That's so, isn't it?"
Q pouted. That was better than it's sneers. Barely.
Suddenly we were perched high on a mountaintop, with perfect visibility of the lands below us. Seven started, but relaxed as I continued holding her perfect flank and rubbing my cheek against her smooth skinned hip.
The air was arid, but brisk. The obviously thin air was not easily taken in to be breathed, and one had the feeling this peak was far above the works of mankind. The hodge-podge of fields, streams and pastures far below were miniature and flat, as everything seems to be flat when viewed from a great enough height.
"Behold," I said to my audience of two. "I can give you dominion over all of the Earth, and all its riches, and all its peoples, and all of its many lands."
Q looked blank again, as did Seven.
"The Temptation of Jesus," I explained. "Satan offered him the secular world, but Jesus turned him down. I always thought because he already ruled both the secular and spiritual universe."
Q followed my train of thought, but pointed out that I already had dominion over nothing but a little metallic shell filled with life and air, on a desperate voyage home.
"But you'd give me power over the universe, right?"
Q nodded a yes.
"Do you know why everyone despises the Q?" I asked.
"Jealousy," Q returned.
"Because Q have the power to do great good and will do nothing. Great evil flows over life, and you Q do nothing."
Seven had already grasped my next step in my argument. I could see it on her face.
"You would give me the power to do right, or to do great wrong. And I would have to do SOMETHING! All the time I would be trying to do good, according to my own lights. I am built that way. I would NEED to do good.
"I would be attempting to do the impossible. More than likely I would do more harm than good.
"What is more, you would make me responsible for every evil thing in the universe. The arrow is better."
Both Q and Seven were lost on that one.
"An old philosopher named Thomas Aquinas postulated that God had shot an arrow into the air. He knew where it would hit, and when. But once loosed, he did not, or could not, alter the arrow in its flight.
"We are responsible for our own actions. And no others. It's better that way."
"But you would be a GOD!!!
"What of those who have died on your ship? You could bring them all back to life!"
"Do I just bring back to life those few individuals? What of my Father, what of Annika's parents, what of those dead from some flood? Where could I stop?"
"You don't want to be a Q?"
We were back in my Ready Room.
"No, Q, I don't want to be a God. I'm a mortal, and being a God would destroy me."
"You could be immortal."
"You will likely die before I do," Seven pointed out. I knew why that suddenly meant much to her.
We are all born already on the road to death. Looking at Seven I mentally explained to myself, and gave myself a promise. "Come with me, my love, grow old with me, the best is yet to be."
"I would be destroyed, and all I know with me," I explained. "There is a legend about a mortal named Faust, and a large literary heritage in a similar vein, Q. So, take back your Q powers, and thank you very much, but thanks, but no thanks."
"I'll return you to the moment before I gave you Q powers," he grudgingly stated.
"No, no need to do that. Just take them away now."
"Why?" Seven asked, smiling.
"Because I want to keep what I've gained," I said.
Q disappeared, and I rose up from my chair, patting Seven on her lovely curved rump, promising myself something in the future regarding those enticing nipples.
"Get your biosuit on, Seven," I ordered. "We have a ship to run, and we've wasted too much time already ..... it's been too long already."
"Our date is still on?" she asked.
"Casual wear, as I said earlier. Your biosuit will do fine. See you at 1930."
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