The BLTS Archive- Data's Big Date And a Surprise For Kate
by J. Juls (jjuls@tbc.net)

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Disclaimer:  Paramount owns all characters except the fish-woman I
made up. When you make millions and billions of dollars off this
story, send it all to Paramount!  Plot owned by good ol' me, J. Juls. 

Rated NC-17 for naughty stuff, but all bad stuff is done to Kate
Pulaski, so how bad can it be? BTW, you might not want to read it if
you love Pulaski.

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"Second Officer's Log Stardate 42997.6:
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"We are in orbit of planet Belboz 4 in the Infocom sector, studying
the inhabitants' language structure--an intriguing syntax wherein all
sentences are shortened.  Their favorite activities seem to be things
such as: 'Take sword and lamp.  Turn on lamp.  S.  Kill troll with
sword.  Take trident.'

I find them especially interesting because they also cannot use
contractions, although they use many abbreviations.  Maybe I can
learn to speak more fluently through studying them."

Data sat back and stretched his arms over his head, imitating
relaxation as best he could.  He tried a yawn; it did not quite work. 
He had done everything else, he thought; there was no longer any
excuse to postpone acknowledging the thoughts that had occupied most
of his processors lately.

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"Second Officer's Personal Log:
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"This morning, while consulting with the Linguistics Department, I
had the opportunity to speak with Lieutenant
Wik-Wik-Wik-Eeee-Eeee-Oh-OOOOO-Oh, a new transfer from planet !Kik-
!Kik-Wooo-Wooo-Wooo.  For some reason as yet unknown, I have...
'asked her out' on a 'date' tonight.  I am still running a level 3
diagnostic on my positronic net in order to ascertain the reason I
performed such an action.  We are to meet in 4.6 minutes, so I must
now proceed to Holodeck 1."

Data took the picnic basket of delicacies from planet
!Kik-!Kik-Wooo-Wooo-Wooo and left his quarters.  Soon he was in the
turbolift on his way to the holodeck.  Data did not know why he had
asked someone out on a date.  He knew, however, from hearing people
talk, that most human males were obsessed with sex.  All they could
think of was getting someone in a compromising position--anywhere--the
holodeck, their quarters, ten-forward; (some even spoke of the bridge
or engineering, but Data believed these references to be very wishful
thinking.) Therefore, Data felt a bit more normal, since he had shown
these tendencies like any other human male.  Maybe pursuing other
beings for sexual purposes was a behavior he was designed to emulate,
after all.

Data proceeded to Holodeck One and executed the beach program that
Geordi had helped him design.  Geordi had told him beaches were
"romantic," and since Lt. Wik-Wik-Wik-Eeee-Eeee-Oh-OOOOO-Oh was from
an amphibious species, Data thought she would like it even more than
a human would.

He waited inside the holodeck.  The beach looked sandy; the water
looked wet; the sunset looked shiny; everything seemed appropriate. 
Then the door opened and his date walked in.

A thick, muscular tail pushed her along, helped only slightly by her
short legs; she left a sinuous trail in the sand.  A garland of
diaphanous pink fabric was draped around her thick neck and over her
finned arms, trailing to the ground.  Her species normally did not
wear any clothing (except a harness for communicator and other
equipment when on duty), so Data knew she had "dressed up" for him. 
He searched his thoughts for an emotional reaction to her care but
did not know whether he found one or not.

"Greetings, Lieutenant Wik-Wik-Wik-Eeee-Eeee-Oh-OOOOO-Oh."

"Hi, Data," she squeaked in her piercing voice, which he knew made
most humans want to climb the bulkheads.  "You know, you're the only
one on this ship who says my name right," she told him, coyly looking
away.  "But why don't you just call me Urg-Urg-Ah-Pkt to save time."

Data was surprised at the compliment, but the mention of his
long-windedness was nothing new.  "Certainly, Urg-Urg-Ah-Pkt."  He
walked over to her and gently took her fin, leading her to the picnic
basket and helping her to sit down.  "I hope you like the beach," he
said in his best simulation of a romantic voice.

---

Several hours later, Data and Urg-Urg-Ah-Pkt were still sitting on the
beach.  He opened the picnic basket again.  "Would you care for
another herring-gut spritzer?"

"Uh, no, thank you, Data....the first five just filled me right up!"
She continued to look toward the water--eagerly?  "Data?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go for a swim?"

Data considered momentarily.  "I could go in the water with you,
Urg-Urg-Ah-Pkt, but I could not swim.  My density is too high.  I
would only be able to walk along the bottom."

"Mmmmm," she squeaked.

They sat there for a few more minutes.  Then Urg-Urg-Ah-Pkt started
to brush the sand off her fins.  "Say, Data, um, it's getting late,
and I--I have to go, you know, to be to work early tomorrow and all."

"Of course, Urg-Urg-"

"So, anyway, I had a really great time and all.  And I loved the
herring guts; you need to give me your program sometime!"  She
finished hefting her considerable bulk to a standing position. 
"Anyway, see ya tomorrow morning."

Data stood quickly, but she was already slithering toward the...
"Exit!" she commanded.

"Goodbye!" was all Data managed to utter before she was gone.

Accessing his circuits, Data thought he could percieve a slight
disappointment.

---

Some time later, Data sat in ten-forward, as was his wont, to watch
the lifeforms interact.  They were so intriguing to him; he wished
only that he could be a part of their activities!  The door opened,
and Data took special notice, for it was the captain--and the captain
rarely came to 10-forward. Riker was close behind him; they got some
drinks and sat near the front windows, at the opposite side of the
room from Data.  Data liked to sit in the least-favored chairs so no
one would notice his silent observing; he knew he was being "snoopy."

The captain seemed agitated as he spoke with Riker.  Did Data feel a
twinge of guilt in his circuitry as he turned up the gain on his
auditory sensors
to catch Picard's conversation?

"...and she said she would like to come back to the Enterprise."

"Really?"  Riker's posture showed intense interest.

"She doesn't like those old buggers at Starfleet Medical any better
than she ever did.  She told me it was a big mistake for her to take
that assignment."

"So she's putting in for reassignment, huh?"  Riker asked, sipping
his drink thoughtfully.  "Too bad we don't have any openings in our
medical department, though."

"Yes," Picard agreed ruefully.  "And...Will, you know I don't like to
say things like this, but...well, *someone* around here has really
been...getting on my nerves lately."

Riker smiled conspiratorially.  "Why, what a coincidence!  Someone's
been getting on *my* nerves, too!"

Picard shook his head.  "I shouldn't say anything, but--I hear my
doorbell, and I just know who it's going to be, bitching about this or
that supply in her department, or this or that Ensign's too uppity,
or...."  He stopped then.  "I...I really shouldn't be talking about
this at all."  He stood, straightening his uniform.  "I should be
studying those language schematics, Commander.  Until tomorrow, then!" 
he said in a loud voice, looking around suspiciously. 

Data quickly focused on his drink.

"Good night, sir," Riker answered, all business again.  Picard left.
Data peeked in the first officer's direction and found him already
"putting the moves on" a nearby female.  Five minutes later, they had
left 10-forward.

Data sat for a few minutes.  [Maybe I should go to my quarters and
work out a few permutations of my Belboz syntax theory.]  Of course,
he hardly needed to go to his quarters to do such a thing, but he
liked to emulate humans as much as possible, and they did not usually
work in 10-forward.  No, this was a place for relaxation and being
together with friends. 

[That would be ironic if I could feel irony,] he thought.  [I do not
seem to have any friends here.] 

Just as he was about to leave, though, the door opened again
to admit Geordi LaForge.  He obtained a drink and sat at a table by
the windows.

Geordi's expression was hidden, as usual, by his VISOR; however, Data
could perceive a slight lengthening of his friend's features.  Most
people would not notice the change on the engineer's face, but Data
was not most people. In fact, he was the only one on the ship who
could out-poker-face Geordi--and his own stoicism helped him to
perceive things that more open beings could not.  He now perceived
that Geordi was feeling badly hurt.

Data was not completely aware of his actions and indeed was almost
intrigued when he found himself standing by Geordi's table.  "Geordi,"
he heard himself saying.  The VISOR looked at him, impassive as it
always was, but Data somehow knew he could extrapolate to see the face
underneath. "May I sit down?"

Geordi looked at his drink for a moment, then sighed.  "Sure, Data.
Why not?"  Data sat to the left of Geordi so they could both see the
stars outside.  Humans often said the view of the stars made them feel
better; Data decided he would try it now.

Data wanted to ask Geordi what was wrong, but first he accessed all
memories of his conversations with Geordi for the last week. 
Intriguing! Geordi had also scheduled a date, with Vicki Starski, in
the holodeck this evening.  So  why was he here?  It was not late,
and....oh.

A figure in blue entered the lounge and sat at the bar nearby.  Data
committed her location to his memory log without taking conscious
notice of her presence; he was focused on Geordi with unprecedented
intensity.

Data wanted to make Geordi feel better, and the only way he knew to
do that was to talk to him, to commiserate with him.  Some part of his
brain told Data to start obliquely.  "I, too, had a...date tonight,
Geordi.  With Lieutenant Wik-Wik-Wik-Eeee-"

"Data!"  Geordi admonished.  "Keep it down.  People are staring."

Data looked around and realized that the correct pronunciation of the
Lieutenant's name was considered too loud by most humans.  "Ah, yes;
her language *is* unusually shrill."  Then Data got back to the
subject. "Nevertheless, you can see that I am here also.  In fact, I
have been here for 43.5 minutes already."

"So, you didn't have any luck either, huh?"  Geordi chuckled ruefully.

"No," Data admitted.  Then he brightened as a thought hit him.
"Perhaps it is the beach simulation.  Perhaps females do not think the
beach is as...romantic...as you believe it to be."

"No, Data, it isn't the beach."  Geordi sipped his drink.  "I just
wish I knew what I was doing wrong!  I can never get lucky with a
woman; I don't know whether it's the VISOR, or my personality, or
maybe they just don't like my body.  What, oh what am I doing wrong?"

"You are asking the wrong person, Geordi," Data reminded him, putting
his right arm around the engineer in a friendly way.  In fact, Data
thought he could sense feelings of sadness and despair in himself now,
probably as a result of empathy for Geordi's situation.

"I know, Data, sorry, that was a rhetorical question--I should've
told you that before...."  Geordi was talking to Data, looking into
his eyes, and he suddenly stopped, as if he had been distracted.  He
tentatively moved his right hand across the table to Data's left hand,
pushing the drink aside and clasping Data's slender fingers, lightly
at first, then a little tighter. Data saw that Geordi's lips were
parted slightly; why this fact should be important to him was unknown. 
He froze, trying to run a self-diagnostic. But he needed to close his
eyes to do so, and he did not want to stop looking at Geordi.

"Geordi?  I..."

[what is happening to my mental functions--apparently my sexual
subroutines are being engaged-i do not know why-i did not activate
them consciously--] 

"Geordi?  Something is happening."  Data could sense his sexuality
files cascading into action now; this had never happened to him
before--the files running unintentionally--he felt his penis begin to
harden and tried to stop it, at least until he could get out of
10-forward. Geordi let go of Data's hand and pressed his fingertips
to Data's face, bringing away a dull-yellow teardrop.

"Data?"  Geordi whispered, "You feel the same way, don't you?"

Data was truly confused now.  "I...do not...know."  He reached slowly
toward Geordi's face, stroking his finger along the edge of the VISOR.
"Geordi," he breathed, "I would like to...see you.  Without this
thing on your face. I would like to...know your emotions, your
expressions.  Compare them to my own and...."

"Oh, Data,"  Geordi seemed to be caught in the same spell as Data,
and his hands rose to the edges of the appliance where the unlock
mechanisms were. Then he stopped, but Data could tell he stopped with
much effort. "But we're in 10-forward, Data.  We should at least go
somewhere a little more...."

"SO, GEORDI, HOW'D IT GO WITH VICKI TONIGHT?"  An obnoxious voice was
coming from somewhere, somewhere out there, beyond the circle of magic
that Data and Geordi had created.  Data tried to make his mental state
go back to normal, but it was difficult for him; he could only watch
mutely as Geordi turned to look behind them.

"Oh, Dr. Pulaski.  Um, hi."  Data noticed that his friend avoided
answering the doctor's question.

"Better than Datta's evening with Lt. Whats-her-name, I'll bet," Kate
laughed, tactlessly grabbing a chair and sitting down uninvited.

Data finally came out of the lovely emotional haze in which he had
been enveloped.  "Doctor," he began in a low tone, "I would ask you
not to discuss my private life at such copious volume in a public-"

"Oh, I always forget," she addressed Geordi, "it can *talk*, too!
Amazing, absolutely amazing technology!"  She grinned admiringly at
Data.  She then turned toward Geordi, loudly discussing Data as if he
were only an ornamental statue.  "You of all people should know,
Geordi.  Datta looks mighty fine, but it doesn't have a clue about
sexuality.  Oh, sure, maybe its creator put a couple subroutines in
there, but it wouldn't know what to do with a new situation.  No
wonder it didn't get anywhere with Lt. Whosits! It didn't know that
on her planet, they like to have sex in the water.  The male's
supposed to grab the female and go swimming really fast. That's the
only thing that'll get her in the mood!"  Pulaski cracked up laughing;
the people at nearby tables started to unobtrusively move farther
away.

"Now, Doc, that's not fair.  Data *can* improvise beyond his
programming," Geordi insisted.  "Don't you remember the Sherlock
Holmes simulation?"

"No offense, Geordi," Pulaski argued, still ignoring Data, "but
Captain Picard solved that whole problem.  When the going got tough,
Datta got going...out of the holodeck and running to the Captain for
help."

"Only because...."  Geordi argued back, then stopped himself.  Data
knew Geordi realised that arguing with Kate Pulaski would get them
nowhere.

"Lieutenant, don't you see yet?"  Kate continued, still too loudly.
"Datta's a wonderful machine, but he'll never be able to move beyond
the programs his creator installed in him.  The sexual files, for
example.  He wasn't able to alter his behavior to suit Lt.
Whatserface."

"Doctor, can you keep your voice down, please?"  Geordi hissed.  "Or
maybe we could discuss this elsewhere.  And his name is Data, by the
way. Not
Datta."

Pulaski looked highly offended at the thought that a mere android's
name preference should be respected over her human right to free
speech. "There's no need for discussion, Mr. LaForge.  As far as I'm
concerned, the case is closed."  She rose, kicking the chair over, and
moved haughtily back toward the bar while swigging down the last of
her drink.

A thought came unbidden to Data; a horrible urge which he could not
still. Something compelled him to stand.  "I accept your challenge,
Doctor," he declared forcefully to Pulaski's back, "and I will prove
you wrong this time.  Please accompany me to the holodeck."

Geordi looked at Data as if he suspected a loose circuit pathway.
"But Data," he whispered.  "Her?  I thought you...."

"I would like to...talk to you further, Geordi," Data told him softly.
"Perhaps tomorrow evening, in my quarters?  Our discussion tonight
was most...intriguing, and I should like to continue it."  He resumed
his loud voice.   "I cannot let myself and Dr. Soong be insulted in
such an egregious manner."

"Uh, yeah, okay, Data.  Just be careful around her, huh?"

Data gave Geordi a light, reassuring pat on the shoulder and strode
over toward an astonished Pulaski, taking her arm in his.  Together
they left 10-forward.

---

"Please enter the holodeck and remove your clothing, Doctor.  I shall
create a holocostume for you."

"Okay," she smiled teasingly, "but no peeking!"  She went inside.
Data could not understand why, but something in his brain insisted
that, were he to peek at someone, Kate Pulaski would not be on the top
of his list. Perhaps her disagreeable personality had something to do
with it. Putting that thought aside as unproductive, he began rapidly
setting conditions on the holointerface panel.  Yes, Data was
confident he could go beyond his programming, and when he did, he
knew Kate would be able to tell.

After Dr. Pulaski informed him that she was ready, he entered the
holodeck. He saw, as he had expected, a small steel cubicle with an
open door and only a bench inside.  "Enter," he told Pulaski,
gesturing at the door.

"What, in there?"  She looked disbelieving.  "And in all this getup?"
For she was wearing the traditional ceremonial robes of Glasnork 3--a
quite voluminous outfit consisting of three robes, the top of which
had large hoops.

"Yes, in there, Doctor.  That is, if you wish to test my functioning.
Please sit on the bench inside."

"Okay," she answered coquettishly, and entered, shutting the metal
door behind her.  Data heard loud clanking sounds as her restraints
snapped into place, followed by a bitchy-voiced yammering.  "Mr.
Datta!  You will free me from these THIS INSTANT!  That is an ORDER!"

"Excellent," he murmured, beginning to remove his uniform.

---

Unfortunately, Pulaski's unanticipated bitching forced him to wait
6.7 minutes before entering the chamber.  He simply could not have
Kate in that authoritarian state of mind--no, he had to wait until
she was feeling more...pliable.  Finally, a softer, whinier sound was
issuing from her.

"Data?  Are you still there?  Daaayyyyy-taaaaaaah, pleeeeez let me
out, okay?  I'm sorry I made fun of you...!  Really."

Data allowed a tiny smile to play along the corners of his mouth.
She was not sorry now, but she might be soon.  But not *too* soon. 
Wearing only tight leather bikinis, and carrying a wire-mesh basket
of goodies for Kate, he proceeded toward the cubicle.

He opened the door with a flourish, taking in the situation at once.
The chains attached to the metal restraints on Kate's wrists and
ankles were at their full length, as he had programmed, so she was
still able to move her arms and legs freely.  She used this ability
to jump up and move toward him, being stopped only centimeters away
by the shackles. 

"Data!  Oh, I'm so glad you're here.  Let me out, please?  I admit,
you won the bet. Why, this is quite original!" she lied.

Data's only answer was to drop the basket and embrace her about the
waist, kissing her deeply and passionately.  He held the kiss for
several minutes, pressing harder against her lips, invading her a bit
with his tongue. When he let go suddenly, she collapsed against the
bench in surprise. While she was getting her breath, he reached into
the basket and got out a sharp knife.  Hoisting her by the front of
her clothing, he ordered her, "Stand!"

She stood mutely.  Data slapped her lightly on the cheek.  "When I
give an order, you are to obey me and say  'Yes, sir!'  Do you
understand that, scum?"

Kate looked taken aback.  Data slapped her again, a little harder
this time. "When I give an order, you are to obey me and say  'Yes,
sir!'  Do you understand that, scum?"

"Yes, sir!"  Kate said smartly, finally understanding.

"Excellent."  Data manufactured a smirk.  Brandishing the sharp
knife, he raised it to her throat, waving it threateningly, then
quickly drew it down through the first layer of robes.  He pulled the
robe down to hang about her cuffed wrists.

The second robe fastened with buttons.  Data bent down and slowly
picked one off with his teeth, stood, and spit it at her face with
appreciable velocity, making her flinch in surprise and pain.  He
repeated this for each of the buttons, then stood studying her. 

"Computer," he ordered. "Remove bench.  Tighten restraints." 

The bench vaporized in green holographic fog, and the chains slowly
tightened until Kate was almost spread-eagled against the far wall,
with just a little slack left in the restraints.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, wait a minute, Data, I never said you could do
this!" she complained.

Data slapped her again.  "Data?  Who is Data?  You will call me 'Sir'
at all times, bitch!"

"Um, yes, sir."  She looked so helpless up against the wall.  Data
had many routines in storage that would bring her to intense climax
now, but that would not be what Kate had wanted, would it?  No, he
could not use his stored routines.

Data got down on all fours and ducked under the hem of her final
robe.  He sunk his agile fingers between the cords of muscle on her
hairy legs with a strength no human could muster. 

"Ooooooouuugh!  Aaaaauuugh!" she moaned.

Data kept up the deep massage for several minutes until the volume of
her wails died down as her muscles started to relax and her body
sagged against the wrist cuffs.  He explored up farther until he felt
the bottom of the thick rubber panties she wore.

Data eased his fingers upward, massaging her crotch through the bulky
material, hearing her shriek once in surprise.  He then put his mouth
up to her and manipulated her with his teeth, finding the clitoris
under the restrictive garment and using his android strength to
pleasure her. He bit and sucked on her for 29.2 minutes, until her
low moans had built to intense cries and her legs had started to
quiver, the tendons pulsating repeatedly with impending release.  He
then quickly stopped and ducked out from under her.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh," Kate moaned in frustration and pressed herself
toward him but was stopped with a /clink/ as her chains tightened to
their full extent. She started to reach down to finish herself off,
even though she must have known it was impossible.  "Oh, please,
Data, sir...."  Her breathing was heavy and ragged.

"Computer, inflate,"  Data ordered.  Obligingly, the computer
released the CO2 cannister in the waistband of the rubber shorts,
inflating them so that nothing could touch Kate where she wanted to be
touched.  He then grabbed the knife and removed her inner robe,
cutting all three robes off her arms while he was at it.

She screamed in anger and frustration now.  Data did nothing, but
simply examined her naked body, then gently touched one pendulous
breast, circling his finger around the nipple enticingly.  When it
started to harden, he did the same to the other one.  But they weren't
quite as hard as he wanted them to be. 

"Computer!  Decrease temperature by two degrees Celcius." 

A light, cold breeze started to circulate in the room.  Kate shivered,
and her nipples soon stood at stark attention.  "Much better," he
whispered, and immediately his hands were on them:  circling,
squeezing, pinching occasionally, causing Kate to pull at her chains
to stop the intense stimulation.  "Computer.  Tighten restraints."

Kate was pulled back farther against the wall; now there was no slack
in the chains.

"Please, Data...sir!"  she begged, trying to press her inflated pelvis
against him.  He slapped her, much harder this time.

"It is not Data sir, it is Sir.  And do not speak again unless you are
spoken to."

Data pushed her floppy breasts together so he could get his mouth on
both the nipples at the same time.  He started by sucking gently, but
soon progressed to flicking his tongue over the centers, maybe feeling
a slight amount of satisfaction as Kate screamed with overstimulation
and powerlessness.  After only a few minutes, however, he noticed some
physiological differences in Pulaski.  Her eyes were unfocused, and
she thrust her pelvis forward repeatedly, straining at her handcuffs
so hard that small rivulets of blood were dribbling down her arms. 
Her screams were getting even louder than before. 

[Intriguing!  She is about to climax from the breast stimulation
alone!] 

Data knew this could occur, but he had never had cause to observe it
in real life before.  He quickly stopped before she could find
release.

He stood and observed her for a few minutes, waiting for her
breathing to slow and her mind to return to the present.  Soon she was
staring at him blankly, a defeated expression on her heretofore
haughty features. However, the engorged blood vessels in Kate's skin
told Data that she was still extremely aroused and probably still
somewhat uncomfortable. Excellent!  To do this to a female was not in
his pleasuring routines.  Smiling ever-so-slightly, he stretched out
the top of his leather bikinis and adjusted himself as if
uncomfortable. 

"You do not mind if I take these off, do you, Doctor?"  he asked as
politely as if he had been asking for a diphasic scanner in Sickbay. 
He eased them off his slim hips, moaning slightly just for effect,
and kicked them away with the tip of one long, slender toe.

Data studied Kate now and found her admiring his body with frank
interest. Was he slightly flattered?  He would have to think about
that later. For now, he reached into the basket and took out two
nasty-looking nipple clamps, which he attached to her flattened
breasts.  She gasped with surprise at the uncomfortable stimulation,
but Data did not wait for her to get used to them.  Taking his penis
gently into his hands, he started the erection subroutine.

Data stroked himself gently at first.  He made sure he was standing
very near to Pulaski, and fondled himself lovingly until he was fully
hardened.

"Would you not like to have this inside you, Kate?"  he asked her
lovingly. "I think you would.  I will rub it on your clit first.  I
will make you come this time.  I am not teasing any more!"  He
affected a romantic smile. "Then I will put it inside you.  I can make
it bigger, you know."  He increased his penis size by another two
centimeters, just to show her. "Once you have had an android, you
will never go back." 

Kate sighed in dissatisfaction. 

Data moved toward her as if to remove her panties, but all he did was
start jacking off against their firm rubber surface.  He grabbed
her around the waist and pulled her rhythmically toward him, rubbing
himself harder and harder against her panties, digging his fingers
into her fragile skin until he was sure he had bruised her. 
Intriguing!  This was actually quite pleasurable; this soft but
sticky material was something he would have to explore further in the
future.

So caught up was he in the new sensations of the soft rubber that Data
didn't even notice when he was going to come--then he suddenly felt
his control taken as bright, shivering lances of release raced through
his mind and body.  When he was done, he blinked a few times to reset
his optical sensors and was intrigued to find that he had come all
over Kate's torso and face, as he had originally intended.

Pulaski tentatively extended her tongue to lick his thick fluid off
her lips.  "Bleeeccch!" she bitched, forgetting her place.  "This
stuff tastes like warp valve lubricant!"

Data wondered how Kate knew what warp valve lubricant tasted like...
but this was not the time.  Data decided to forgive her her lapse now,
and get this over with--it was almost time for the Parrises Squares
tournament.

"Oh, Kate," he schmoozed.  "I am *so* sorry I did this to you.  I do
not know what happened to me; it must be your beauty."  Tenderly he
licked her face and body clean of his cum.  Then he backed away
slightly. "Computer. Remove restraints and enclosure."  Their
surroundings vanished, to be replaced with the plain black-and-yellow
grid of the holodeck.

Instantly Data was on Kate again, pressing her to the floor with
urgency. "Oh, Kate, you do not know how long I have looked forward to
this.  I have desired you from the first moment I saw you.  Now,
please, I hope you can forgive me."

"Oh, yes, Data, yes, yesss!"

While Data pressed his lips onto Kate's open mouth, sucking on each
of her lips in turn and tasting the inside of her with his tongue, he
reached both hands down and forcefully ripped off the rubber panties. 
He did not need to check her to know that she was indeed ready for
him; her rapid breathing, dilated pupils, and arched back told him all
he needed to know.  He bore down on her and slowly sank his member
into her wet, stretchy depths.

Sensing no resistance, he immediately began deep, moderately fast
strokes, beating his hard pelvis firmly against her clit, feeling his
swollen sac slam into her with surprising amounts of pleasure.  The 
delicate spark of emotion deep in his mind only grew when he checked
his internal chronometer--almost time now, and everything was going to
work out perfectly with Kate as well!

Observing Kate, he recorded her reactions, tallying them up in his
head. All the symptoms of extreme arousal were there, to be sure, but
now he saw that she was holding her breath, only occasionally gulping 
air.  Her eyes were closed, and her body was starting to shake.  The
volume of her cries was increasing:  "Oh, Data, oh, oh, almost,
almost--"

Data quickly pulled out, grabbing both of Kate's hands in one of his
so she could not touch herself.  Then, being very uncomfortable, he
rapidly jacked himself off a few times to relieve his own fullness,
feeling relaxation wash over him as he came again.  Dragging Pulaski
by the wrists, he got up and walked over to collect his uniform, which
he efficiently slipped into.

---

Right on schedule, a Parrises Squares court materialized in the
middle of the holodeck.  The doors sighed open with their usual
raucous squeak, and eight people strode in, discussing the impending
tournament--and stopped in amazement as they saw two superior officers
in such a state.  Data let go of Kate's arms, sealed the front of his
uniform, and gazed at the players benignly. 

"Greetings."  At their open-mouthed stares of shock, he told them
only, "We were just finishing.  You may have the holodeck now.  I am
sorry for any inconvenience we may have caused you."  Then he turned
to Kate, fixing her with his most sincere innocent-android look, a
look that could melt the heart of a Nausicaan.  "I am sorry, Doctor. 
I do not know how I accidentally disabled the in-use display on the
holopanel.  And I must have...forgotten...to engage the privacy lock
as well.  But, after all, I am only a machine, and not an expert in
delicate matters."

But Pulaski was not listening to him; she had removed the nipple
clamps and dived for her uniform as soon as the one moment of shock
had worn off.  Now she was almost dressed, although the front of her
uniform was not yet sealed. Unexpectedly, she dashed out of the
holodeck and down the corridor, cursing at the top of her lungs in
many languages and screeching with rage.

Data politely excused himself, wishing the Parisses Squares players
"good luck" in their tournament.

"Oh, and...sorry about the mess."

---

Data stopped in the corridor outside his cabin, allowing himself a
brief spark of vanity.

Yes, it was good to be home.  And after a night like this one, Data
could make good use of his time by ruminating on his recent
activities.  He entered his quarters, a rectangle of light from the
corridor falling on the darkened room, across the floor, to the
couch...which contained a supine figure.  The figure stirred, waking.

"Geordi?"  Data asked, adjusting his pupils to the low light.

The person sat up slowly, yawning.  "Yeah, it's me, Data.  I hope I'm
not bothering you."

Data was, in fact, pleased to see Geordi in his home, although he was
confused as to why.  He proceeded through the door, letting it shut
as the light came on automatically.  "No, Geordi, you are not
bothering me; in fact, quite the opposite is true.  But I am...
confused.  Were we not to meet tomorrow evening?"

"Data, come here and sit down, would you?"

"Certainly."  Data sat beside Geordi, very close beside Geordi.

"Data, I just...I just couldn't wait for tomorrow.  I couldn't stop
thinking about what you said to me...just before Kate interrupted. 
Do you...still feel the same way?  I mean, after your run-in with
her?"

"Kate?"  Data was confused, already having moved memories of the bitch
out of his primary core.  "Kate is nothing.  I...."

Data felt his chest servos tighten a little, his eye lubricant
increase. Could it be possible for a human to care about him, not as
a sex toy, not as a weird freak, but almost as one of them?  Geordi
had spoken of feelings, something no one else, not even Data himself,
had ever acknowledged.

[Could my feelings be real--as real as a human's?] 

Data looked down shyly toward his hands, folded in his lap...until he
felt a fingertip on his chin, guiding it up until his eyes looked,
confused, into the depths of Geordi's VISOR.  Then Geordi's lovely,
dark hands were on the sides of the instrument, detaching it with a
soft /click/, placing it on the end table.

Data could now see Geordi's large, beautiful eyes--and the emotion
which was always hidden behind the VISOR's harsh facade.  And by the
internal sense of his own facial features, Data could tell his own
face held the same expression!  His own...emotional state...must be
the same as Geordi's.  He decided to let his subconscious tell him
what to do, and found his arms clasping Geordi's body as tightly as
his safeguards permitted, his cheek pressed against the side of
Geordi's throat, his sensitive ears hearing the rush of blood through
Geordi's carotid artery.  The expansion and contraction of his
friend's torso as he breathed in and out fascinated Data, especially
when the ebb and flow became faster, and Geordi pulled away slightly
so they were face-to-face; then Data's lips were enveloped by the
other's--hot, wet, and full, drawing on his mouth gently at first,
then with growing excitement.  Data kissed back, almost disbelieving.
"Mmmmnnntrrrrrgunnnng," he exclaimed, his mouth occupied.

Feeling very close and comfortable, in the privacy of his own
quarters, no obligations for several hours, Data lowered his hands
under Geordi's wonderfully protruding butt and hoisted the human
effortlessly onto his lap. He arched his pelvis up slightly and
raised his knees so Geordi would slide down toward his body and was
befuddled to find a hardness touching him there. 

Why would a human want him, a mere android, an artificial copy?

Moments later, Data had more cause to wonder as his erection program
came online with no mental command from his higher functions.  Geordi
moaned with pleasure and excitement as their members pressed together;
he started to make small back-and-forth movements; the increasing and
decreasing pressure sent shivers through Data's spinal relays.

He knew he did not want to stop now, and he was 99.872 percent sure
Geordi did not want to stop either.  Data unsealed his own uniform and
then his friend's, receiving no complaints--but then was unsure what
he should do next.  He simply dropped his hands to his sides and
waited shyly for his friend to show him what to do.  Immediately, Data
felt human hands against his engorged penis, stroking from the base to
the tip, then back down to the base, leaving a slick trail of the
moisture that was already seeping out, and Data felt a shock wave of
stimulation that was somehow comforting as well; his breath seemed
caught in his chest, and he could not move.  Then he felt the soft
human fingertips on one side of his face, sliding back and cupping
his head warmly while the full lips kissed him gently once more and
Geordi still pleasured him with one hand.  The kiss seemed to bring
him out of his paralysis as he caught a quick breath; then he was
able to move his hands toward his partner's body.

Tentatively, Data moved his hands up to Geordi, massaging his back,
then moving lower and digging his hard fingers into ample butt cheeks.
But he was too shy to try anything else; somehow a small program
nagged at him--that a human could never really want him, never love
him.  After a few moments, Geordi broke the kiss. 

"Ohhhh, Data," he sighed, seemingly a bit frustrated but still
affectionate, as he always was when Data didn't understand a
particular human peccadillo.  The engineer simply took Data's hand
and guided it to his hard manhood, helping him to move in the right
way, until Data's pleasuring subroutines took over and showed him
what to do.  That was when he heard Geordi moan with the long-awaited
touch, and when he felt the soft hands on his own androidness again--
but this time he was able to continue giving pleasure while receiving
it. 

Data wondered why this moment had been so long in arriving; Geordi
had been the first being in his memory ever to even try to
understand him, to talk with him, to explain little pieces of the
human puzzle to him.  And, all along, they had been running after
people like Tasha, Christy, Vicki, Urg-Urg...(Data didn't want to
remember her name anymore.)  Yet Geordi and he had been drawn together
in some way that Data could not understand, and here they were now,
finally together.

Data was swiftly brought back to the present when Geordi, who had
been stroking Data's shaft, flicked one finger up to explore the head
again, and Data cried out softly as he experienced a sensation of
falling.

[Intriguing! The act of sexual stimulation does not impart nearly as
much pleasure alone as when it is accompanied by emotional
attachment!]

Data looked up and began to kiss Geordi tenderly while still
pleasuring him and being pleasured himself.  He tasted a little salty
sweat on his partner's face, and the sensation hit his brain, causing
indescribable tides of emotion to rush through his body.  Data could
not analyze them, and he tried to store them for future study, but he
did not know whether he had been successful.  For even as he tried,
more waves of emotion were flooding him.  He noticed Geordi was
stroking him faster now; then he realized that his own hands were
speeding up too, without his knowledge.  Data felt a small amount of
smooth liquid touch his fingers, lubricating his motions, and he
could sense the same on his own penis as Geordi pulled more intensely. 
Data's hips now began to undulate slightly; his brain was too
caught up in the moment to rationally control his body.  And he felt
an emotion the likes of which he had never experienced--without
thought, it flew straight to his lips.  "I...love you, Geordi."

Geordi moaned softly; a husky murmur came from his throat.  "I love
you too,  Data."  Geordi rubbed faster, grunting with the pleasure of
near-release as Data mimicked his motions.  Data was lost in a feeling
of humanity, of belonging, of...love; the pressure was almost
unbearable....  He knew when he finished this time, it would be so
different, an experience shared with a lover....

He was at first confused when a familiar but incongruous sound
drifted into his ears.  "Ohhhh, wait a minute, it can't be," he heard
Geordi whisper at the same time the stimulation ceased abruptly. 

Data lowered his hands away from Geordi, confused.  He noticed most of
his sensory processors were not configured correctly and tried to
bring them back online, to understand why Geordi had stopped.

Data heard the sound again.  There was no mistaking it this time; it
was the door signal.

Data was dumbfounded, but Geordi by this time had collected his
thoughts.  "Ask who it is," he whispered.

"Uh...who is there?" Data called in a clear, calm voice.

"It's the captain," answered Picard's hearty baritone.  "I have some
very good news, Mr. Data."

"The captain!"  Geordi whispered.  "Dang!"  Both he and Data stood,
which was not easy, and sealed their uniforms; Data handed Geordi his
VISOR; Geordi snapped it on and looked at Data, then brushed back an
errant strand of his lover's hair.  Data gently wiped the sweat from
Geordi's brow.

"Um, one moment, please, Captain," Data improvised.  "Lieutenant
LaForge and I are...making some modifications...to my...computer
workstation."

Geordi nodded, ran to the workstation, and pulled off a panel.  Data
opened a drawer and withdrew a subspace sander.  With Geordi holding
the panel in front of himself, and Data covering himself with the
sander, they stood at attention.  "Come in, sir."

---

The door opened, revealing Captain Picard in the hallway, an ecstatic
expression on his face.  "Data!" he cried.  "I don't know how to
thank you for what you've done, but I thought a party on the holodeck
would be a good start."  Then he entered, but he was not the only one. 

To Data's great confusion, Riker, Guinan, Deanna, O'Brien, Selar, and
many other officers came in--milling about, smiling, filling the room
with a cheerful ambience. They had several bottles of champagne--Data
saw it was from the Picard vineyards--and the captain popped the cork
on one gleefully, handing the bottle to Riker, who went to Data's
replicator and ordered wine glasses. Then he poured while Picard
slapped his hand on Data's commpanel and punched in the code for a
shipwide announcement.

"Booo-EEEEEEEE-oo!"

"All hands, this is the Captain.  You will be pleased to know that our
beloved CMO, Dr. Kate Pulaski, is no longer aboard the Enterprise. It
seems she tried to throw herself out of an airlock near the holodecks. 
The ship's emergency transporter caught her, of course, and beamed her
to Sickbay's mental ward, where she was found to be incoherent,
babbling on and on about Commander Data and a mysterious something he
had done to her, how she couldn't live on the ship anymore with such a
horrible robot.  She has just departed Shuttlebay 2 en route to the
Glosnarp 3 colony for the emotionally challenged.  All crew members
not on duty are cordially invited to a party for Mr. Data in
Holodeck 6."  Picard closed the channel.

Riker distributed the drinks, and, although Data did not care for
champagne, he took a glass anyway to please the Captain.

"Mr.  Data!"  Picard exclaimed.  "It seems we have you to thank for
Dr. Pulaski's abrupt departure.  And by some remarkable coincidence,
I have contacted Starfleet and requested that Beverly Crusher be
reassigned to the Enterprise.  And they have agreed!"  Picard nudged
Riker in the ribs. "I'm sure I'll get plenty from her now--she'll be
so grateful," he murmured to the First Officer.  Riker laughed
good-naturedly.

"All right, everyone, a toast to Mr. Data--may he always continue to
function fully!"

Picard winked at Data, everyone yelled "hear, hear," and they all
drank the champagne.  Then the crowd closed in around him, and,
before he knew it, he was being hoisted up onto their shoulders! And
Picard led them all in song as they trooped out into the corridor,
heading for the party.

"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow.  For
he's a jolly good fell---ooowwww!  Which nobody can deny.  Which
nobody can deny, which nobody can deny...."

Data sought out Geordi's face in the crowd, and even he was singing.

---

The End