The BLTS Archive - A Tail of Wayward Love
by Lyrastar (watergal@liquidfic.net)

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Category: xenohet, PWP

Disclaimer: The characters, the first line, and all things Trek are
the property of Paramount/Viacom for as long as they maintain the
yearly tag, license and distemper shots.

Notes:  Part of the Engineer's Fuh-Q-Fest
at http://www.geocities.com/engineer_fuh_q_fest/

Thanks to Dina and the Pussycats for the beta help

Archiving:  Engineer's Fest, ASC*, BLTS, and my own page. Anyone else
please ask. Summary:  This little passage fits into the events of the
animated episode Mudd's Passion. It could be considered a temporary
drug induced aberration if you like. Or not.

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This tale of wayward love may seem
The record of a fevered dream.

--Walter Learned, on the Flyleaf of Manon Lescaut

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"You're funny.  And very attractive for a human." M'ress purred as
she stroked Scotty's chest with her paws.

Scotty blushed.  "Would ya care to take a wee stroll with me, lass?"
He gallantly extended his left elbow to her.

"Will it take us past my lair?" M'ress wrapped her tail around his
backside and worked it meaningfully up the sensitive area of his inner
leg, tickling as she went.

"I can't think of anywhere I would rather go." Scotty breathed hot
into her ear and it twitched rapidly under his lips.

With a brief, impassioned look, they darted into the turbolift
together.

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Back in her cabin, Scotty had his hands all over her before the door
even slid closed.  He fumbled with the dress seal and M'ress chuckled
low in her throat.  "I thought engineers were supposed to be good with
their hands."

She reached back with one claw and unsealed her undress.  With a shake
of her muscular body and a toss of her head, she was out of it in a
flash.

Scotty studied her bare form, slinky and felinoid in every visible
regard.  The fur of her underbelly was a softer shade of pale than the
soft tan than covered the rest of her.  A bad moment or two hit in his
gut when he realized he hadn't considered one of the most basic
xenoissues.  He peered between her legs where the fine hairs tapered
in to the familiar upside-down triangle of the female form. He
breathed a sigh of relief.  To all appearances, a perfectly compatible
pussy.

Coincidentally, he wasn't the only one with such thoughts. "Take off
your clothes," she said.  "I want to see you too."  Scotty stripped
with impressive alacrity.

She studied his body thoughtfully and Scotty felt himself harden
rapidly under her gaze.  She took it all in, but it was his hands that
seemed to intrigue her the most.  Like most in his profession his were
scarred, burnt, gnarled and marred.  She traced every line with the
tip of her claw as if it were some how a road map to the secrets of
his past.  The tingle ran from the skin of his fingers to the tip of
his dick and his penis twitched with each flick of her claw over the
sensitive nerves.  Then she extended the tip of her tongue and licked
with the rough buds as if in the process she could scour away all
traces of every old pain that had ever had the gall to try to hurt him
before.

"How did you lose the finger-tip?" she asked thoughtfully.  She
studied the missing stump with unabashed curiosity.

"I got a wee bit careless with a piston at a power station on Warren
Twelve.  Be careful, lass; it's sensitive," Scotty cautioned uneasily.

M'ress licked the half finger delicately at first, eliciting a squirm
and a sigh under her ministrations.  Emboldened she popped the rest of
the little digit into her mouth and sucked it between her fangs.

Scotty moaned.  Her tongue and teeth tantalized the severed nerves and
sent an electric current direct to his groin.  He was instantly at
maximum warp.  His balls swelled to their limit and he felt the
telltale ooze begin to seep from the head.  He reached down to soothe
himself but she was there first.

She ran the back of one paw and the front of the other across his
groin.  She was hotter than a human and the pads of her paw were hard
and rough.  The combination of scrape and of fur and of heat was so
unexpected and so alien that he almost came right there but she
wiggled away just in time.

"Eager beaver, aren't you," she breathed in his ear.

"M'ress, I've gotta lie down," Scotty pleaded on wobbly knees.

"Be my guest," she said, and sprang to one half of the bed. She
stretched out to her full and glorious length and flexed her claws,
taking great care to spare the linen in the process.  Each muscle
rippled with a strength and beauty he would have never suspected was
being kept subdued beneath the little red minidress.

Scotty stretched out on his back and she curled herself around his
waist, stroking his chest.  Her tail tapped rhythmically behind her on
the mattress, hammering as loud as his heart.  Desperate to get them
both off, he reached one hand down to stroke her pussy, then stopped
his hand abruptly.

"M'ress, uh, I've never--  Uh--what do I do?"  Poor Scotty looked
genuinely concerned.

"You're a virgin?" M'ress asked with amusement.

"No," Scotty blushed beet red in protest.

"You're a virgin with women?" she pressed with a snicker.

"No!" Scotty blustered, "It's just that I, well, I never--" He
gestured at her and his voice trailed of helplessly.

M'ress took pity.  "It seems to me that you're doing just fine, human.
Don't worry, I'll tell you if it isn't working."  She spread her legs
a little farther apart.  "For now, why don't you just keep doing what
you're doing."

She slammed her legs together and stopped him momentarily.  "Just one
thing.  No doggie style, okay?"

He grinned.  "Okay."

She spread her legs wider than ever.

Scotty took two fingers and pressed in beneath the fur to where the
satin lips awaited.   They parted easily to his touch and, feeling the
thick lubricant collect at his knuckles, he pressed all the way in.
In no time, M'ress was as hot and anxious as he was himself.

Rolling to his knees, he pulled the hand away from her and used it to
steady himself.  He moved as if to take himself in hand, but she was
far too quick. With her body weight, she pressed him back down flat on
the bad. With her tail she ensnared both his wrists and pinned them
firmly down over his head.

"Bad boy," she murmured.  "That's my job.  All you are supposed to do,
Mister Chief Engineer, is--" She blew hot moist breath over his
throbbing cock causing him to groan in agony, "supervise."

She bent down and took his balls in her mouth.  The sharp little
points of her teeth were like playing with razor blades.  They burned
and stung and tantalized and terrified, holding him always just at the
limit of what he thought he could stand.  The rough leather pads of
her paws teased the skin of his cock up and down, not quite enough
with one stroke, a little too rough with the next and it hurt but he
couldn't bear for her to stop. His arms stretched tight over his head
redoubling the tension that had built already and there was no place
in his body now that didn't ache for release.

"Oh, lassie--" Scottie grunted, shaking violently with his need.

"Not 'lassie', Kitty!" M'ress corrected.  She growled and threw her
pelvis over him.  She squatted over his body and using powerful
muscles, she pulled him deep inside.  Tossing her mane back she closed
her eyes and rode his pale, clawless, furless little body all the way
to a warp core breach.

When she could move again, M'ress rolled over and off, purring
violently in her throat.  Scotty chuckled and reached down to scratch
his balls, which itched something fierce.  He wondered briefly if he
could be allergic to-- Nah, probably not.  A little puff of loose fur
rose up in the air as the tawny hairs shook free of his dark ones and
he rolled over on his side to stroke her body, his fingers lingering
over the softness of her fur.

"Lassie,  ya wouldn't have a wee nip for an old man, would ya?"
Scotty wondered aloud.

"Sure," M'ress responded indolently.  "Right behind you, on the
headshelf."

Scotty pulled himself up and rummaged through the array.  There was a
rather fine collection of antique radio equipment, enough to make an
old ham's heart jump.  Scattered around were a number of small orbs, a
knitting project of some sort, the usual holos of family, and a pawful
of data chips, but not a single bottle to be found.  He turned back to
ask where to look.

Oblivious to his scrutiny, M'ress had curled her head between her legs
and begun to clean her belly with her tongue.  Grooming was something
her people had learned not to do in human company, but these
circumstances seemed a little more--forgiving some how.

A dry sucking sound repeated hypnotically as her head bobbed up and
down, focused on her task.  The whole performance was mesmerizing and
Scotty could almost feel the rasp of her mouth with each little lick.
This daily routine, automatic to her, was about the most erotic vision
he could imagine and he felt his middle-aged body begin to flush
improbably once again.

She paused without looking up.  "And I'll take a sprig too, while
you're up there."

Scotty blinked.  He had been looking for something.  A sprig?  Then he
saw the potted plant.  Catnip, of course.

He broke off a sprig and passed it to her, falling back down on the
bed to lie with his cheek on her breast.

"Aren't you having any?" M'ress asked as she worked the moist leaves
in her mouth.

"No, I changed my mind.  I really should nae indulge while I'm on
duty."  Scottie stretched his neck out and gave her a peck on the
nose.  She wrinkled her muzzle and him and he laughed out loud at the
whole affair.

He flopped back on her breast.  She chewed in wordlessly but the
strong purr rippled though her body like the hum of a well tuned warp
drive.  It ran in Scotty's ear and down and out through his toes and
then started all over again and as he lay there on top of it he
thought he might never have heard a more beautiful sound.

Her comm panel bleeped, startling them both out of their reverie.  It
was Lieutenant Arex.  He sounded tense and about to go to pieces.
"Lieutenant M'ress where are you?  How do you use this communications
console? I'm trying to find Second Officer Scott and I can't locate
him anywhere."

M'ress purred comfortably into the comm link.  "Mr. Scott is here with
me, Arex."

The pause crackled louder than words.  "With you, ma'am?"

"Yes, hold on."

M'ress twirled the catnip in her paw.  "Scotty it's for you."

Scotty rolled over her playfully.  "Scott here."

"Mister Scott,  we need you on the bridge.  There are fights breaking
out all over the ship and we haven't heard from the captain and--"

"On, my way," Scott said briskly.  He clicked off the intercom and
brushed some stray fur off his shirt as he pulled it hastily over his
head.

"You better come too," he said to M'ress.  "We'll need to contact the
landing party."

M'ress stood up and stretched languidly against the wall.  "All
right," she agreed reluctantly.  "But, Scotty, will you come stay with
me tonight?"

Scotty stood in his briefs.  His red shirt almost covered the little
roll of his belly and he puffed out his chest with a swagger.  Pushing
fifty or not, it seemed that women just couldn't get enough of his
patented Scottish fuel injector flush technique.   "Ya wouldn't be
wanting your tummy rubbed now, would ya?" He winked at her
suggestively and hopped, one foot in, one foot out of his pants.

M'ress paused, uniform in hand and gave him a curious look.  "No.  I
just don't like to sleep alone."

Scotty blinked and all the bluster fell away.  Suddenly he saw neither
mane, nor tail, nor paws nor whiskers but only the woman.  Without
thinking he crossed the few steps between them and took her in his
arms.  He rubbed his cheek up against the warmth of her neck and just
held to her for a long moment.

The fur felt nice, but nicer still was the way the feminine hollows of
her body so obligingly fit around the demands of his bulges as he
pressed himself nearer against her.  He ran his hands down her waist
and over the curve of her hips and ass and pulled her in tight.  In
the back of his mind, he realized that that must be her tail that was
brushing at his ankle, but that now seemed very unimportant indeed.

Scotty whispered, "Aye, darling.  Neither do I."

Then, he took her face in his hands.  He wouldn't have called her
beautiful.  It was still too new, too unknown.  But he began to see in
those deep yellow eyes the universal constant that lives in everyone
who has ever come to another asking nothing more than to be with 
someone for a while.

Scotty studied the scenario.  Where there is a will there is a way.
He'd tackled tougher problems.  Cautiously at first, then
passionately, then reverently at the last, he kissed her deeply in her
mouth, braving the teeth, braving the fangs, letting the dry rasp of
her tongue scrape inexorably away at some protective layer he hadn't
even realized he had grown.  When she finally let him go, he had to
catch his breath.

Her tail twitched rapidly behind her back as they pulled apart.  "So,
is that a yes?" she asked.

"Aye, lady.  I'll be back.  That's a promise.  Now let's go; the
Enterprise needs us."  Scotty gave her a soft smile, stepped into his
boots.  As they headed for the bridge together, he couldn't tell if
the gentle purr that still radiated through his bones came from the
hum of the engines or someplace else entirely.

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The End