BEST TNG OR DS9 BASED STORY ~ MISC FEMALE/FEMALE ~ SLASH SINGLE PART ~ SINGLE PART STORY

MISC. SLASH ~ TNG SLASH ~ SINGLE PART STORY

Title: Getting Some Pussy
Author: J. Juls mailto:jjuls%20@%20tbc.net
Series: TNG/TOS
Rating: R
Codes: Spot/Isis
Summary: Spot tells all to a lovely lady visitor from TOS.
Note: Written for the Femme Fuh-q Fest, http://www.geocities.com/Femme_Fuhq_Fest/
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Spot, Isis, Metalman, Shinyface, and the rest of the gang. Oh, yes! I make-a no money. I make-a no money today.

GETTING SOME PUSSY

There was a scream as the lights went out.

A big *leg* bumps into me! Hey! It's not my fault that the lighting control console gets all nice and warm and I like to sit on it! And Shinytop scared me with all his noise, so I had to run across the room. There's no need for him to *kick* me, though.

"Computer, lights." They come back on. Shinytop squints under the sofa to find me. "Merde. It's Data's damn cat again. In MY quarters!"

PrettyOrange laughs. "How does Spot keep getting in here? And why? Maybe she likes you, Jean-Luc."

Shinytop makes a yukky grunt noise.

"I'll take her home." I come out from under the sofa for PrettyOrange. She picks me up. She's still laughing. We go home.

***

"Spot, you were a very badly-behaved kitty last night. I wish I knew how you keep escaping from me. I shall need to set up computer surveillance in the near future. Maybe it is time to have you spayed, as well."

[Forget.] "Mew? Purrrrrrrr."

"As I was saying, Spot, I shall now serve you dinner. Computer. Feline supplement 34."

Mmmmm, my favorite kind! I think there's fish heads in this one. Or maybe fish guts. I eat.

:::Cheepeep::: "Mr. Data, report to the observation lounge."

:::Cheepeep::: "Aye, sir." Metalman leaves.

I finish eating and then lick my tail for awhile. Now I'm bored. I think I'll go check on Metalman. He's not too smart, but he's a nice slave.

I get out the door in my usual way. Then I smell for him. He's really easy to pick out from the rest of the primates, since he's metal. Hmmm, he went over here ... I'll just go through this tube ... .

Oh, he's in the big chairs room, and I smell Shinytop. I don't want Shinytop to see me ... ooooo, and Nastybeard's in there, too; and Bumpyskull. They don't like me, either. I'll just crawl through this air vent and watch. Hmmmm, I smell somebody new! Somebody good! I look ... it's a cat!

"The solution is obvious, sir. The animal MUST be destroyed!" Bumpyskull's so nasty!

"I feel a mysterious presence, Captain, but I don't believe the creature wishes any harm to us." You go, DarkCurly! (She's a nice-looking cat, too, black and sleek, with big green eyes ... .)

"I respectfully counter that Commander Troi is not objective in this case. Her former child was the cause of the Eichner radiation ... "

"*Former* child?? Ian is still ... "

"Officers, please!" Shinytop's going to talk for a while. I take a short nap.

*

"Please, sir, allow me to keep the animal in my quarters. I sense that Spot has been lacking in feline companionship lately. I will monitor its behavior."

Ooooo, goody, a new roommate! Maybe someone intelligent, someone I can talk to for once. I run home before Metalman can get there.

***

Metalman comes in, carrying the dark stranger. [Greetings, fellow cat.]

She looks surprised to sense my communication. Finally she responds. [Greetings.]

"Look who I have here, Spot. She is your new roommate. Try to be a good kitty and get along." He starts to set her on the floor.

[We should probably hiss or something.]

[Okay.]

"Hhffffffffffffffffffffffft! Hft!"

"Yooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

We inch away from each other until we're both under chairs at opposite ends of the room.

"Now, be good, kitties. Do not fight. I shall bring you some Feline Supplement 45."

Hmmm, not my favorite, but maybe he thinks she'll like it. I think it has Targ brains. He comes back with two bowls and sets them on the floor about a meter apart. [Go ahead and slink over to your food bowl, and we can eat.]

[Okay.] We sneak up to the bowls. I'm not too hungry, but I want to cooperate with Metalman because he's a nice primate. We start eating; she's wolfing it down. She must be pretty hungry. Metalman goes into the little wet room where the primates spray themselves with water.

The door opens and Shinyface walks in. [Don't worry about him. Metalman and Shinyface are both good slaves.]

"Hi, Spot. Hi, Kitty." He bends down to scratch her on the forehead, and she lets him. "I wonder what we should name you."

[They call me Isis, by the way.]

[Pleased to meet you. The primates call me Spot.]

[Spot ... ? What an unusual ...]

[Metalman didn't really know much about felinoid naming conventions when I first got him.]

"Maybe we should name you Blackie. Or Midnight." I see Isis ruffle her fur at the thought. He smiles at us both. "Well, you gals seem to get along fine. I'll leave you to your dinner." He goes into the wet room with Metalman.

After she's done eating, we both jump up to sit on the sofa. [So, how did you end up on this ship?] I ask her.

[My slave's a primate called Gary Seven. He said he had to do something dangerous, but I'd be safe here. I guess he knew about your metal man.]

[Is your primate just a normal one? Or can he Sense?]

[He can Sense a little bit. He's a regular primate, but the beings who raised him were more intelligent. They taught him a few things. Like how to sense the Mindwash. I guess your primates can't, though; that's how I got them to bring me here.]

[Oh, did you? I was taking a nap.] I pause to lick my shoulder. [No, my primates don't have a clue! I've been at least three different colors since I got here oh, about 1000 cycles ago.]

She growled. [And they didn't notice?!]

[Yeah, but I made them all forget.]

[Hmph. Must be easy living here.]

[Sure is. I even used to be a male.]

Isis had been licking her paw, but that sentence made her stop. She stared at me for a moment. [A male? Hmmmmm ... I never would have guessed. Why did you change?]

[Well ... ] I stop to yawn and stretch. It's been a tough day! [It does get boring on a starship all the time. And ... lonely. I tried changing into a primate for a while, but all they want to do is drink. And play their dumb games in the pretend room. And work. And some of them got curious as to who I was, and I had to Mindwash them, and then I had to start all over ...]

Isis reaches over to lick my forehead. [Yes, I suppose I never thought of it that way. I have Gary Seven for companionship.]

I nuzzle my nose into the hollow of her throat. [So, I went out looking for other felinoids. I found one, sure enough, but he was male, too. And to say he didn't like me would be an understatement! He was ready to shred me. I had to leave. So I went back later as a female, and finally got some sex.]

[Didn't you want to change back to a male afterward?]

[Oh, I did at first. But I found out I was pregnant, so I decided to stay female at least until the kittens were born -- and that's a story for another day, that is! -- Anyway, after a while, I got to like being female and just stayed.]

Isis starts licking my back. [You know ... I wouldn't try to shred you.]

I purr. [I was hoping you'd say that! Let's get started!]

I turn around so we're belly-to-belly, facing opposite directions.

Just then, Metalman and Shinyface come out of the wet room. It smells like steam and soap, and they're both dripping.]

[Water!] Isis says. [How distasteful!]

Shinyface can't see, because he isn't wearing his eye thing. But Metalman looks at us. "Ah, the kitties are enjoying each other's company. The situation is satisfactory! Captain Picard will be gratified to hear it." They go to their sleep room.

I smell the queen scent on her wet behind and feel her rough tongue sliding over me. I taste her as she tastes me. We lick like crazy until we come, trying not to yowl so the primates won't bother us.

We roll around on the sofa for a long time, digging claws into each other, lashing tails, and licking, and coming. Every once in a while we accidentally turn into primate form. She's dark-haired, slender, and beautiful, just like her cat form. I think she likes my curvier body and tawny hair. I explore her with my primate fingers and feel her primate fingers in me. But we always have to turn back into cats. The primate tongue is way too smooth. We lick and squirm and purr and come until finally I come so hard that I have to yowl. Isis does too. Sure enough, it wakes up the primates.

"You're fighting!" Shinyface says. "Bad kitties! Bad, bad kitties!" We stop and try to look sorry.

"We shall have to lock them in separate rooms," Metalman tells his friend.

"Mew?" I ask sweetly. [Forget.]

Isis jumps down and starts to rub against Shinyface's leg. "Hey, ya know what we should call this one, Data?"

"What, Geordi?"

"How 'bout 'Isis'?" He smiles.

"Meeeeeowwww," Isis says. [You're right!] she smirks.

"Isis. Satisfactory," Metalman says. "Now, you two just keep being good kitties. We are going back to bed."

END