Q Conundrum

She was perhaps one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, but neither she nor anyone she knew had any idea of what she really was. That is, except for Q. But she didn’t know Q… yet. As on all ordinary days, she could be found around the library or somewhere on campus, but this was to be no ordinary day for her, or for the crew of the USS Enterprise. Q was watching her from his omnipotent viewpoint, watching her go through her daily routines, unaware that she was being watched, and certainly unaware of what was about to happen to her. As she walked down the sidewalk on the hot summer day, a brilliant flash of white appeared before her, and there stood a man dressed in some odd sort of red uniform, which she would later find out was a Starfleet uniform. She stopped in her tracks and gawked at him, unsure of whether she should teleport out of there or just keep walking. But he walked up to her. “Hello Fern,” Q quipped. She looked at him strangely, wondering how he knew her, this being that had just appeared before her. She realized that a crowd had gathered around them. It was bad enough to be a mutant in a world of mutant-haters, but to have another weirdo in a weird uniform talking to you didn’t help. “Just who the hell are you, and how do you know me,” she asked incredulously. It didn’t help that her telepathic abilities sensed how powerful this being was, whatever he was, he wasn’t human, even though he appeared human. “I am Q, and I know everything, because I am omnipotent, but you needn’t concern yourself with that right now.” Q walked up to her and took her hand and in a flash they were gone and she realized that she had reappeared somewhere else, and apparently the people in front of her hadn’t been expecting her either.

A rather handsome bald man looked at her, and then looked at Q, surprised first, and then angry. “Q, just what the hell are you doing on my ship, and who is this,” he asked sharply. The anger was apparent to her and she wasn’t feeling quite comfortable with the rest of them staring at her. She was a mutant, with pointy elf ears and a long white tail that swung about behind her sharply as her anxiety grew. A kind looking woman with long curly black hair looked at her, and she sensed that this woman was empathic. “Now, now mon capitaine, don’t be rash, I come bearing a gift, this lovely young woman, Fern, who is to be your saving grace, now please be hospitable to her, as she has come a long way to be here,” Q said happily, belying his sarcastic nature. “Just wait a minute, how am I supposed to save these people? I didn’t ask to be brought here, he appeared out of the blue and took me and brought me here without my approval or knowledge of what was even happening,” she said, looking around her, and then at the bald man. “Q kidnapped you and brought you here without your consent,” the man asked her. “Yes, exactly,” she said. “Q, why are you meddling in our affairs again, and why did you really bring her here, what are you scheming this time,” he spat out at Q. “Why mon capitaine, I already told you,” Q said. “Don’t I get a say in this? Where exactly did you bring me?” “You are aboard the Starship Enterprise, and I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard.” For the first time he smiled, sympathetically, at her. “Starship? In outer space?” She asked, her eyes widening as she turned around to look out the window at the view before her. Instead of seeing Earth, she saw stars. She felt faint suddenly. “Holy shit, just how far away from Earth are we,” she asked, feeling like she wanted to throw up. “At least two months journey from Earth,” a rather odd looking man said from his station.

She turned to look at him and her eyebrows wrinkled. “Why do you have yellow eyes,” she asked him. “I am an android,” he replied. “An android,” she said, taken aback. “Yes, an android. If I might ask, what species are you,” he asked. “I’m human,” she replied, cocking her head to the side slightly. “You do not look human,” he replied. “Oh, thanks a lot, that makes me feel better,” she growled. “I’m a mutant,” she replied lowly. “I see, that would explain why you do not look like a regular human being,” he replied. “My name is Fern, who are you,” she asked him. “I am Data,” he replied. She nodded her head. “Nice to meet you Data, even if it is under these circumstances,” she replied.

“A mutant,” said Picard. “Yes, is there a problem with that,” she asked him, turning on her heel to face him. “No, I was just curious, what are your powers,” he asked. “Uh, I have a lot of powers actually, I guess that’s one of the reasons Q brought me aboard your ship. I am telepathic, telekinetic, I can control weather, produce ice, fire, and electricity with my body, I can produce a sort of nuclear energy which I can use to destroy anything it touches, I have a healing factor which helps me heal fast and I am hardly ever sick because of it, and I can teleport, but not over the huge distance it would take to get me back to Earth, my skeleton is covered with some sort of metal, making it nearly impossible to do anything to me, and I have these,” she said, bringing her hands forth and with a metallic snikt, her metal claws popped out, three in each hand. “My word, doesn’t that hurt,” Picard asked. “Yes, but you get used to it,” she said, sliding them back in, and in an instant her hands had healed. “I can also produce a sort of shield around anything, including myself, that I want to protect from harm or whatever,” she said. “I am Deanna Troi, ship’s counselor,” the black haired woman said, walking up to her. She could sense that something was not quite right when Fern spoke about her powers. She was hiding something, something painful. “How did your body come to be covered in metal,” Deanna asked. “That’s a long story, I’d rather not talk about it now,” she said. Deanna nodded her head. “I’m Commander William Riker,” another very handsome man said, coming forward to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said. Q was observing all of this in smug silence. Then Picard turned to him with a glare. “Why are you still here,” he asked curtly. “Say no more mon capitaine.” And with another flash, Q was gone. Fern turned around and her heart fell into her stomach. “He’s gone? He just left me here?” She said, beginning to panic. “It would appear so, but you’re safe here, we will take you back to Earth,” Picard said. “Captain, would you like me to hold her in detention until we figure out what is going on here,” a very strange looking man said. “No Worf, that would be rude. Number One, would you show her to a room?” “Aye Captain,” Riker said, smiling rather lustfully at her. She noticed how large his hands were. What those hands could do to a woman. “But meanwhile, Worf, keep a keen lookout for anymore strange happenings, I don’t know what Q is up to this time, but I don’t trust him,” Picard said. “Aye Captain,” Worf replied. Picard hit his button and called to Dr. Crusher to run a full examination of her when she got the chance.

Riker led her to a turbolift. “So where on Earth are you from,” he asked her. “Florida,” she said. “Oh really, I’m from Alaska,” he said jovially. “Really, that’s such a beautiful place, my aunt was born there you know,” she said. “Really, where was she born?” “She was born in Kodiak,” she said. “Oh, wonderful. So how would you like me to show you around the ship,” Riker asked. “That would be nice,” she replied. This might not be such a bad time after all, especially if she got to be around Riker more often, and Picard wasn’t so bad on the eyes either. Neither was Data, oddly enough, even for an android. Riker first led her to her quarters. “Wow, this is bigger than most of my apartment,” she said. “Well, we try to have the best accommodations for our guests,” Riker said. She looked at him and smiled, then looked over his nicely built body, and Riker did notice, which pleased him. She was very attractive, mutant or not. She had shoulder length black hair and she looked to be part Native American, and her eyes were a dark mahogany. She was thin and had a great shape, and wasn’t very tall, coming up to about the middle of his upper arm. “Now, would you like to see the rest of the ship,” he asked her. “I would like that very much,” she said, relaxing around him. “Say Riker,” she said. “Call me Will,” he said. She smiled. “Ok Will, would there be any way of contacting my family to tell them, um, sort of what happened?” “Sure, I’ll get you a linkup whenever you’d like,” he said. “So Fern, how old are you,” he asked, trying not to be obvious, but he was, but that didn’t bother her. “I’m 23,” she said. “You don’t look it,” he said. “Thanks,” she said. She glanced up at him and smirked impishly at him. She wanted to get to know him a lot better. After showing her most of the sights, he brought her to ten forward. “This is ten forward, where our crew goes to eat and relax and maybe have a drink,” he said, ushering her in. “Maybe you and I could have a drink,” she said, cocking her head to the side slightly and smiling lustfully at him. “I’d like that,” Riker said, and she took his arm as he led her to the bar, where a woman in a strange hat was serving drinks. “Guinan,” Riker called to her. “This is our guest, Fern, she’ll be staying with us for a little while,” Riker said. Fern smiled at her. “Pleasure to meet you Fern, I’m Giunan,” she said. “Nice to meet you Giunan.” “What’ll you have,” Riker said, leaning into her, smiling. “White Russian,” she said. “Hmm, that sounds good, I’ll have the same,” Riker said, smiling and showing his beautiful white teeth. Guinan fetched the drinks from the replicator and brought them to them.

She was already smitten with Riker and the closeness of him to her was making her hotter by the minute. “So Will, what do you do around here for fun,” she asked, knowing that it had a double meaning. Will chuckled slightly, his fiery eyes burning into hers. “Well, there’s not a whole lot of places you can go on a Starship, but a lot of the crew go to the holodecks to entertain themselves,” he said. He explained what a holodeck was, and Fern was very interested to try one out sometime soon. They talked for what seemed like hours, getting to know each other more and finding that they have a lot in common. It almost felt like they had known each other for years. Her telepathic abilities enabled her to hear and feel what he was really thinking, and sometimes her cheeks flushed as his erotic thoughts became hers. He noticed her flushed cheeks. “Are you feeling alright,” he asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, embarrassed and she looked away from his eyes. “You’re not reading my thoughts are you,” he said, a heated look playing on his face as he smirked devilishly at her. “Well, kind of, I couldn’t help it, some of them you projected strongly,” she said, her voice a little huskier than she would have liked it to be, but when she looked at him, his gaze made her shudder and she felt herself moistening between her thighs. She licked her lips and grinned at him. “Why don’t I show you back to your quarters, I’m sure you’re quite tired from today’s events,” he said, and she caught his meaning. “That’d be fine,” she said, setting her drink cup down and taking Riker’s arm as he led her out. The walk to her quarters was filled with an electricity between them and it was all she could do not to jump him right there. She imagined what those hands would feel like running over her body.

They arrived at her quarters and Will walked her in. “Is there anything else you need,” he asked, knowing full well what he wanted. “I think you know,” she said to him and they closed the distance between them and he embraced her in an extremely passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her, his full lips covering her own, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. Their tongues dueled heatedly and his large hands roamed her back as their bodies melted into each other. Q chose this moment to see what she was doing and was taken aback by what he saw. This was certainly not what he had intended, but he wouldn’t interrupt them. Instead, he silently and invisibly watched them, enjoying the show. Riker lifted her top over her head and expertly undid her bra as she let it fall to the floor. Her large breasts were now prey to his massive hands. He kissed her as he squeezed each sensitive mound in his hands, thumbing the rosy nipples as she moaned into his mouth. She tried to undo his uniform without success and he finally had to take it off himself. He broke their kiss to shed his clothing, and she noticed that he wore no underwear under his uniform, and his large, thick cock was as hard as a rock. She licked her lips and knelt down in front of him, trailing her tongue along the underside of his dick, taking it into her hand and spitting on it and then pumping it with her hand as she licked at the red, swollen head of his cock and then engulfed him in her hot mouth, taking him to the hilt down her throat as he let out a rough growl. His hand pushed her hair out of her face and held it behind her as she sucked and licked his cock, pumping it with her hands as he began to fuck her face.

With a low moan he pulled back and pulled her up from the floor and hooked his fingers in her pants and she shimmied out of them and kicked them aside, then taking off her panties. He picked her up and sat her down on the foot of the bed, sliding her ass to the edge of the bed as he spread her legs to return the favor. With the first hot lick of his tongue on her pussy she moaned and called his name, her toes curling in delight. She was already wet and he took a thick finger and slid it into her hot, wet hole, then another finger as he moved them in and out of her slit, his mouth sucking her swollen clit, licking and sucking on it until she thought she would go insane. She moved her hips against his mouth, his beard tickling her sensitive pussy as he ate her out. He curled his fingers to reach her g-spot as he finger fucked her, sliding his tongue along her clit. Her hands clenched the comforter as she moved against his mouth and fingers. “Shit, shit,” she breathed out roughly. Riker took her clit roughly in his mouth and sucked it hard as he rammed his fingers into her wet pussy, bringing her over the edge as she bucked her hips and cried out his name over and over again.

Her body was numb with pleasure as he stood up, licking his fingers of her sweet juices. His cock stood at rigid attention, pulsing and throbbing and aching to be inside her. “God Will, fuck me now,” she said. With that Will brought her legs up and around his waist. He positioned his thick cock at her entrance, poised to thrust inside of her. She growled lowly, and that was all he needed. With one massive thrust he was inside of her. She cried out as his thick, long cock filled her completely. She began moving against him as he drew back and slammed himself into her again and again, losing his self control as his dick thrust into her hot hole, the friction making it hotter, the sweat beading up on their skin as his hair loosened and hung in his face. “You like that, you like me fucking your tight little hole don’t you Fern,” he ground out. His voice sent waves of heat through her body and brought her closer to the edge. “Yes Will,” she breathed out heatedly. She reached her arms up and dug her nails into his muscular arms. Her legs clenched his waist tightly as he fucked without abandon. His large hands held onto her thighs as she moaned and thrashed her head from side to side. Soon she felt herself falling over the brink, waves of white hot heat careening over her body. She screamed his name as she ground against him, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his dick. Will couldn’t take it anymore and let himself go, his thrusts becoming erratic and harder as his dick pulsed his hot cum into her as it dribbled out of her pussy and onto the bed. He pumped into her until he couldn’t anymore, and her legs dropped back to the bed as he withdrew and collapsed beside her on the bed. She rolled over to look at her new lover and smiled at him. They crawled further up and got under the covers and fell asleep in each others arms. Q had certainly enjoyed the show, and was somewhat surprised by his arousal at watching the two of them go at it like that, especially his arousal at seeing her in that situation, but he curbed his libido for the time being.

When Will finally awoke, it was almost time for him to begin his next shift at 0700 hours. Fern awoke when he sat up in bed. Will looked over at her and smiled. “Morning sleepy head,” he said, yawning and stretching. She grinned and sat up and went to put on the clothes she had had on the day before. After redressing, they both went out arm in arm to the bridge, as Will didn’t know what Picard would do with her today, or if he would still have Will escorting her around. Seeing them enter the bridge arm in arm, Picard smiled strangely and looked at them. “Ah, I see you have slept well then,” he said, looking at the two of them. “Oh yes, very well,” she said, not meaning it to sound like that, but it did, and she blushed a little bit. Will smirked. “Would you still like me to escort her around the ship today Captain,” Riker asked him. “No, I need you on the bridge today Number One, but I thought Mister Data could take over the job today,” he said. Will and Fern were a little crestfallen, but they knew they’d see each other after Will’s shift was over. “Certainly Captain, where would you like me to escort her,” Data offered. “Wherever she would like,” Picard said. “Ooh, why don’t you show me how the holodeck works,” she said to Data. “I would be delighted,” he said as he led her out and to holodeck 3.