Living Among People: Chapter Seven
Title: Living Among People: Promise of a New Day
Author: TeaOli
Characters, Pairings Everyone, S/U, ex-K/G
Warnings: This is a sequel to Playing With Toys
( Read The Awakening )
( Read They Rise )
( Read Interactions )
( Read Hunger )
( Read Therefore, We Are )
( Read First Night )
Thomasina came awake immediately, just as she had done the day before. There were no stages during which she gradually gained awareness. One moment she was she was dreaming of eating beremeal bannocks slathered in butter and with a bit of cheese on the side, the next she was staring around Montgomery’s darkened quarters.
Surprisingly, she felt alert. Excited, even.
Not so surprisingly, the others warna awake yet. Gettin’ Wee Jamie tae sleep a haedna been easy. The poor lad couldnae get comfortable, nae matter how Voodoo Kirk tried to soothe him. Mont had been fair set tae gi’ bot of them the boot. A sudden brainwave kept that from happening, but it was late afore they’d been able to test her theory and get the lad settled doon.
She should let them sleep. The chorus of soft snores was actually peaceful. But Thomasina was eager to begin the new day. Keen to start her planning.
The real captain wasnae exactly pleased aboot what was happening on his ship. Nae thinking Animate could afford to rest easy.
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While the artificial ship’s night was not of a greater duration than what Spock D knew to be the norm, his perception of the passing hours was greatly heightened by his neglect to sever his link to Big Nyota before Dr. McCoy had him forcibly separated from his own beloved. That Large Spock also maintained a connection to Nyota D became obvious when Spock D heard her soft, frustrated whimpers from across Sick Bay around the same time he was made aware of her acute arousal through their bond.
He had comforted her to the best of his ability through their link, but in the end, they agreed to experience the other couple’s extended bout of copulation vicariously. Spock D was certain their counterparts were aware of their presence. He took a small measure of satisfaction in knowing that they knew they had gained the privacy Big Nyota had so vehemently insisted on. It was not logical, but then Spock D had been made in the image of one who was only half Vulcan.
Although the Bay lights had not yet been set to ship’s day levels, he could see Nyota clearly, lying still on her bed. As much as he longed to call to her across their bond, Spock D was reluctant to disturb her rest. It would be selfish to wake her simply to fulfill his own desires. Besides, if the Animates were to have any say over their fates aboard the Enterprise, it would be wise of him to prepare a line of reasoning that would prevent their expulsion.
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The night before had been terrible. Jenny might have appreciated the Mistress’s lessons in seduction if the Mistress had not demonstrated her wiles on the Master. No matter how many times Jenny told herself that the Master belonged to the Mistress, she could not stop the pangs of jealousy that threatened to erode her reason.
“If only the Master wasn’t so handsome,” she grumbled quietly.
The worst part of the episode had come after the Mistress ensured the Master was fully prepared for coitus. Jealousy all but forgotten, Jenny had been nearly lost in the throes of her own arousal. But then the Mistress had.. .stopped. Leapt off the bed where the Master lay, pants around his ankles, seemingly unconcerned that he would not reach completion with the Mistress.
“I’m going to take care of this in a hydro shower,” the Mistress had announced, jabbing a finger towards the apex of her black-clad thighs. Jenny realized her bafflement showed when the Mistress added, “You do know how to pleasure yourself, right?”
Of course Jenny did not know how to pleasure herself! She was a fully-operational coital surrogate. Apart from its use as tool to elicit a sexual response from a partner, self-stimulation was not in her databanks.
“Zetelenek!” muttered the Mistress. “How the hell are they programming sex dolls these days, anyway?”
Without waiting for an answer, the Mistress had strode across the Master’s bedroom and grabbed Jenny’s hand.
“Come on,” she had said. “Time for your next lesson.”
The Master, Jenny had noticed as the Mistress dragged her into the sanitary unit, was already attempting to finish what the Mistress had started.
Standing, Jenny put enough space between herself and the sofa to begin the series of stretches the Mistress suggested she do every morning she remained Animated. As her body flowed into the various forms, her mind drifted back to the lesson on self-pleasure. That part of the night, at least, had been wonderful!
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Медведь worked his way from beneath the wiry arm holding him prisoner and peered blearily around the small room. He took in the reminders of Mother Russia lined up neatly shelves, kept safe from the vagaries of space flight behind transparent aluminum doors. A stack of data solids - no doubt full of starcharts and treatises on tactical maneuvers - sat in tray on the orderly desk. Pavel really was a good boy.
But it was time for the child to wake up.
Last night had been wonderful!
Meeting the magnificent Thomasina was nothing short of extraordinary. Beautiful. Brilliant. Practical. She was everything a teddy bear should be. And he would not see her again as long as Pavel continued to sleep.
“Солнышко,” Медведь whispered as the “little sun” burrowed deeper into his pile of bedding, “I am very proud of you.” He gently peeled back the blankets and sheets covering the ensign’s face.
“Я все еще сонный,” Chekov muttered snatching one of the blankets back.
“Wake up!” Медведь balled up the covers in his paw and yanked. “It is time to greet a new day, , Solnyshko.”
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It had been a long night. That wasn’t to say it was also a bad night. All things considered. At least they’d all gotten some sleep. Eventually.
V. Kirk shrugged off his makeshift blanket, sat up and stretched. After a good yawn, he sat up and glanced across Scotty’s desk to the green blob of silicone with a pair of pink silicone spheres sticking out.
“Time to wake up, Jimmy!” he said as he got to his feet.
“An’ it’s about time, too!” came a stern voice to somewhere off to his right.
“Good morning to you, too, Thomasina,” he called out cheerfully.
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Nyota Doll opened her eyes and stretched languid. She felt a smile come to her brand new mouth as the events of the night before filled her mind. The Others had been busy for hours. Once they’d surrendered themselves to the possibility, she and her Spock had reaped the benefits without having to engage in any of the work.
She hummed a little as she sat up in the biobed. Mouths were wonderful things! She could hardly wait to try hers out on her mate.
I also eagerly anticipate such an encounter, beloved. Spock Doll’s thought drifted to her, unspoken and her smile grew.
Soon as Bones lets us out of here, k’diwa, she replied, we need to find a place of our own.
Images of what he had planned once they achieved that goal made her skin heat. She wondered, briefly, if plush synthetic fabric was likely to burst into flames due to intense horniness. The idea made her grin spread, and she shook her head.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the tall, blonde nurse from the night before, walking briskly towards Spock D’s bed.
“Chapel,” she muttered too quietly for the human to hear, and, using the bed sheet as a makeshift rope, scrambled down to the floor.
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“Come on, Big Guy!” Jimmy jumped when he felt a firm pat on his squishy guys. “Time to get up.”
Jimmy wasn’t ready to wake up. The new warm dark place was nice and moist and - he wiggled around a little - and tight! If Voodoo Kirk wasn’t out there, needing him, Jimmy would never want to leave the warm dark place.
“What’s all tha’ racket?” bellowed Thomasina’s friend, Scotty. “Is it mornin’ already, then?”
“Aye,” said Thomasina. “An’ it’s time an’ past ye were awake to see it!”
The warm dark place was so warm and dark. Jimmy didn’t want to leave! But Kirk needed him and Thomasina said it was past time to wake up. And Thomasina was Jimmy’s friend.
Without her, Jimmy wouldn’t have this brand new warm dark place. So nice and moist and tight. Jimmy knew if it wasn’t for Thomasina, he wouldn’t have slept all last night.
She was the one who figured out what Jimmy needed and told her friend, who had been so grumpy when Jimmy wiggling around under the scratch little blanket had kept everyone awake.
She was the one who told Scotty how to get this new warm dark place juuust right.
Jimmy didn’t want to come out just yet. But Kirk and Thomasina were waiting and they needed him.
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“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaavennnnnnning.”
The soft body in his arms stiffened.
“Huuuunnnnnnnngerrrrrr!”
Spock raised a single lid.
“Devooooooouuuuurrrr,” hissed a voice coming from somewhere outside his line of vision. “Must !”
Nyota shot up, her eyes wild with fright as her head spun left and right, repeatedly. She reached over, fumbling for Spock’s hand without even looking in his direction. The sight of her rapidly rising and falling chest nearly distracted him from the waves of fear flowed through the skin-to-skin contact.
Half of him wanted to calm her, to soothe her terror, to point out the statistical unlikelihood of her experiencing harm here. The other half was just enjoying the show.
A quick look inward confirmed there was enough time. If he made it quick. We do not have to report for duty for another seventy-three minutes. Five minutes in the sonic shower should be sufficient. An additional six minutes to reach the bridge….
“Spock!” Fear gone, Nyota snatched her hand away. The look she shot at him was dangerously close to her death glare. That did not bode well for the possibility of fulfilling the fantasies her show of fear had prompted. “How can you think of sex at a time like this?”
When all else failed… Spock raised a brow, smiling slightly. Nyota could never resist that expression.
“Damn it!” she said, throwing herself down again, landing on him instead of the bed. “You know I can never resist that.”
The half-Vulcan and his human were otherwise occupied when three tortured faces appeared at the food of their bed. Six eyes filled with tears.
“But we’re hungry,” whimpered the most hideous of the trio.
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“I trust you slept well, Captain.”
Kirk rolled onto his side and smiled at the woman lying next to him.
“Not too bad,” he told her. “I can think of worst ways to wear myself out.” Gaila grinned at his wink, so he figured it was safe to continue with, “And I can think of a few good ways to wake up, too.”
Red tresses bounced as the Orion temptress tossed back her head and laughed heartily. Knowing he was taking a chance, Kirk snaked an arm around her waist to drag her closer.
“Can I take that as a ‘yes’?”
She placed a hand on either of his cheeks before pulling him in for a kiss that most definitely felt like yes. Kirk’s body decided to show her just how much he appreciated her cooperation.
“Mmm,” the captain murmured into her mouth.
Then Gaila pulled back, smiling again. “Not even if every other man on this ship underwent a mandatory penectomy, Jim.”
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Sulu reluctantly dragged his aching body out of bed. Fucking dog was stillyapping.
How the hell does something so tiny make so much damned noise?
“Don’t you ever sleep?” he yelled at his closet.
“Yap! Yap! Yap!”
Marching across the room, he went to yank open the closet door.
His only warning the faint sound of a purring engine.
Then he was flying, his feet pointed towards the ceiling, his back parallel to the floor.
He landed hard. At first, he was too stunned to even think.
By the time he had enough air in lungs to actually breathe, all he could manage was a furious growl.
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Still riding high on Spock’s… reassurance, Uhura stepped out of his rooms and turned left, heading for the lifts.
Just in time to see a grinning Gaila exiting the captain’s quarters into the nearly deserted corridor.
Her good mood plummeted like a bag of rocks in 2-g. Gaila’s face fell. Like a kid caught casing a cookie jar.
Uhura rushed forward before her friend could make an escape.
“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with him.”
Kirk’s door slid open again. A blonde head poked out saying, “Mistress, I- Oh! Excuse me, Mistress. I did not realize you were not alone.”
Jenny 8675309 colored and ducked back into the cabin. The door whooshed shut again.
The irrepressible Orion leaned back against the bulkhead and cocked her head to the side, a sly grin finding its way back to her green face.
“Well, that depends on how you define ‘with,’” she said.
A/N addendum: The best “Я все еще сонный” was the closest translation I could find for “I'm still sleepy.” It could be way off.
Go to Chapter 8
Author: TeaOli
Characters, Pairings Everyone, S/U, ex-K/G
Warnings: This is a sequel to Playing With Toys
( Read The Awakening )
( Read They Rise )
( Read Interactions )
( Read Hunger )
( Read Therefore, We Are )
( Read First Night )
Thomasina came awake immediately, just as she had done the day before. There were no stages during which she gradually gained awareness. One moment she was she was dreaming of eating beremeal bannocks slathered in butter and with a bit of cheese on the side, the next she was staring around Montgomery’s darkened quarters.
Surprisingly, she felt alert. Excited, even.
Not so surprisingly, the others warna awake yet. Gettin’ Wee Jamie tae sleep a haedna been easy. The poor lad couldnae get comfortable, nae matter how Voodoo Kirk tried to soothe him. Mont had been fair set tae gi’ bot of them the boot. A sudden brainwave kept that from happening, but it was late afore they’d been able to test her theory and get the lad settled doon.
She should let them sleep. The chorus of soft snores was actually peaceful. But Thomasina was eager to begin the new day. Keen to start her planning.
The real captain wasnae exactly pleased aboot what was happening on his ship. Nae thinking Animate could afford to rest easy.
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While the artificial ship’s night was not of a greater duration than what Spock D knew to be the norm, his perception of the passing hours was greatly heightened by his neglect to sever his link to Big Nyota before Dr. McCoy had him forcibly separated from his own beloved. That Large Spock also maintained a connection to Nyota D became obvious when Spock D heard her soft, frustrated whimpers from across Sick Bay around the same time he was made aware of her acute arousal through their bond.
He had comforted her to the best of his ability through their link, but in the end, they agreed to experience the other couple’s extended bout of copulation vicariously. Spock D was certain their counterparts were aware of their presence. He took a small measure of satisfaction in knowing that they knew they had gained the privacy Big Nyota had so vehemently insisted on. It was not logical, but then Spock D had been made in the image of one who was only half Vulcan.
Although the Bay lights had not yet been set to ship’s day levels, he could see Nyota clearly, lying still on her bed. As much as he longed to call to her across their bond, Spock D was reluctant to disturb her rest. It would be selfish to wake her simply to fulfill his own desires. Besides, if the Animates were to have any say over their fates aboard the Enterprise, it would be wise of him to prepare a line of reasoning that would prevent their expulsion.
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The night before had been terrible. Jenny might have appreciated the Mistress’s lessons in seduction if the Mistress had not demonstrated her wiles on the Master. No matter how many times Jenny told herself that the Master belonged to the Mistress, she could not stop the pangs of jealousy that threatened to erode her reason.
“If only the Master wasn’t so handsome,” she grumbled quietly.
The worst part of the episode had come after the Mistress ensured the Master was fully prepared for coitus. Jealousy all but forgotten, Jenny had been nearly lost in the throes of her own arousal. But then the Mistress had.. .stopped. Leapt off the bed where the Master lay, pants around his ankles, seemingly unconcerned that he would not reach completion with the Mistress.
“I’m going to take care of this in a hydro shower,” the Mistress had announced, jabbing a finger towards the apex of her black-clad thighs. Jenny realized her bafflement showed when the Mistress added, “You do know how to pleasure yourself, right?”
Of course Jenny did not know how to pleasure herself! She was a fully-operational coital surrogate. Apart from its use as tool to elicit a sexual response from a partner, self-stimulation was not in her databanks.
“Zetelenek!” muttered the Mistress. “How the hell are they programming sex dolls these days, anyway?”
Without waiting for an answer, the Mistress had strode across the Master’s bedroom and grabbed Jenny’s hand.
“Come on,” she had said. “Time for your next lesson.”
The Master, Jenny had noticed as the Mistress dragged her into the sanitary unit, was already attempting to finish what the Mistress had started.
Standing, Jenny put enough space between herself and the sofa to begin the series of stretches the Mistress suggested she do every morning she remained Animated. As her body flowed into the various forms, her mind drifted back to the lesson on self-pleasure. That part of the night, at least, had been wonderful!
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Медведь worked his way from beneath the wiry arm holding him prisoner and peered blearily around the small room. He took in the reminders of Mother Russia lined up neatly shelves, kept safe from the vagaries of space flight behind transparent aluminum doors. A stack of data solids - no doubt full of starcharts and treatises on tactical maneuvers - sat in tray on the orderly desk. Pavel really was a good boy.
But it was time for the child to wake up.
Last night had been wonderful!
Meeting the magnificent Thomasina was nothing short of extraordinary. Beautiful. Brilliant. Practical. She was everything a teddy bear should be. And he would not see her again as long as Pavel continued to sleep.
“Солнышко,” Медведь whispered as the “little sun” burrowed deeper into his pile of bedding, “I am very proud of you.” He gently peeled back the blankets and sheets covering the ensign’s face.
“Я все еще сонный,” Chekov muttered snatching one of the blankets back.
“Wake up!” Медведь balled up the covers in his paw and yanked. “It is time to greet a new day, , Solnyshko.”
__________
It had been a long night. That wasn’t to say it was also a bad night. All things considered. At least they’d all gotten some sleep. Eventually.
V. Kirk shrugged off his makeshift blanket, sat up and stretched. After a good yawn, he sat up and glanced across Scotty’s desk to the green blob of silicone with a pair of pink silicone spheres sticking out.
“Time to wake up, Jimmy!” he said as he got to his feet.
“An’ it’s about time, too!” came a stern voice to somewhere off to his right.
“Good morning to you, too, Thomasina,” he called out cheerfully.
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Nyota Doll opened her eyes and stretched languid. She felt a smile come to her brand new mouth as the events of the night before filled her mind. The Others had been busy for hours. Once they’d surrendered themselves to the possibility, she and her Spock had reaped the benefits without having to engage in any of the work.
She hummed a little as she sat up in the biobed. Mouths were wonderful things! She could hardly wait to try hers out on her mate.
I also eagerly anticipate such an encounter, beloved. Spock Doll’s thought drifted to her, unspoken and her smile grew.
Soon as Bones lets us out of here, k’diwa, she replied, we need to find a place of our own.
Images of what he had planned once they achieved that goal made her skin heat. She wondered, briefly, if plush synthetic fabric was likely to burst into flames due to intense horniness. The idea made her grin spread, and she shook her head.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the tall, blonde nurse from the night before, walking briskly towards Spock D’s bed.
“Chapel,” she muttered too quietly for the human to hear, and, using the bed sheet as a makeshift rope, scrambled down to the floor.
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“Come on, Big Guy!” Jimmy jumped when he felt a firm pat on his squishy guys. “Time to get up.”
Jimmy wasn’t ready to wake up. The new warm dark place was nice and moist and - he wiggled around a little - and tight! If Voodoo Kirk wasn’t out there, needing him, Jimmy would never want to leave the warm dark place.
“What’s all tha’ racket?” bellowed Thomasina’s friend, Scotty. “Is it mornin’ already, then?”
“Aye,” said Thomasina. “An’ it’s time an’ past ye were awake to see it!”
The warm dark place was so warm and dark. Jimmy didn’t want to leave! But Kirk needed him and Thomasina said it was past time to wake up. And Thomasina was Jimmy’s friend.
Without her, Jimmy wouldn’t have this brand new warm dark place. So nice and moist and tight. Jimmy knew if it wasn’t for Thomasina, he wouldn’t have slept all last night.
She was the one who figured out what Jimmy needed and told her friend, who had been so grumpy when Jimmy wiggling around under the scratch little blanket had kept everyone awake.
She was the one who told Scotty how to get this new warm dark place juuust right.
Jimmy didn’t want to come out just yet. But Kirk and Thomasina were waiting and they needed him.
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“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaavennnnnnning.”
The soft body in his arms stiffened.
“Huuuunnnnnnnngerrrrrr!”
Spock raised a single lid.
“Devooooooouuuuurrrr,” hissed a voice coming from somewhere outside his line of vision. “Must !”
Nyota shot up, her eyes wild with fright as her head spun left and right, repeatedly. She reached over, fumbling for Spock’s hand without even looking in his direction. The sight of her rapidly rising and falling chest nearly distracted him from the waves of fear flowed through the skin-to-skin contact.
Half of him wanted to calm her, to soothe her terror, to point out the statistical unlikelihood of her experiencing harm here. The other half was just enjoying the show.
A quick look inward confirmed there was enough time. If he made it quick. We do not have to report for duty for another seventy-three minutes. Five minutes in the sonic shower should be sufficient. An additional six minutes to reach the bridge….
“Spock!” Fear gone, Nyota snatched her hand away. The look she shot at him was dangerously close to her death glare. That did not bode well for the possibility of fulfilling the fantasies her show of fear had prompted. “How can you think of sex at a time like this?”
When all else failed… Spock raised a brow, smiling slightly. Nyota could never resist that expression.
“Damn it!” she said, throwing herself down again, landing on him instead of the bed. “You know I can never resist that.”
The half-Vulcan and his human were otherwise occupied when three tortured faces appeared at the food of their bed. Six eyes filled with tears.
“But we’re hungry,” whimpered the most hideous of the trio.
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“I trust you slept well, Captain.”
Kirk rolled onto his side and smiled at the woman lying next to him.
“Not too bad,” he told her. “I can think of worst ways to wear myself out.” Gaila grinned at his wink, so he figured it was safe to continue with, “And I can think of a few good ways to wake up, too.”
Red tresses bounced as the Orion temptress tossed back her head and laughed heartily. Knowing he was taking a chance, Kirk snaked an arm around her waist to drag her closer.
“Can I take that as a ‘yes’?”
She placed a hand on either of his cheeks before pulling him in for a kiss that most definitely felt like yes. Kirk’s body decided to show her just how much he appreciated her cooperation.
“Mmm,” the captain murmured into her mouth.
Then Gaila pulled back, smiling again. “Not even if every other man on this ship underwent a mandatory penectomy, Jim.”
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Sulu reluctantly dragged his aching body out of bed. Fucking dog was stillyapping.
How the hell does something so tiny make so much damned noise?
“Don’t you ever sleep?” he yelled at his closet.
“Yap! Yap! Yap!”
Marching across the room, he went to yank open the closet door.
His only warning the faint sound of a purring engine.
Then he was flying, his feet pointed towards the ceiling, his back parallel to the floor.
He landed hard. At first, he was too stunned to even think.
By the time he had enough air in lungs to actually breathe, all he could manage was a furious growl.
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Still riding high on Spock’s… reassurance, Uhura stepped out of his rooms and turned left, heading for the lifts.
Just in time to see a grinning Gaila exiting the captain’s quarters into the nearly deserted corridor.
Her good mood plummeted like a bag of rocks in 2-g. Gaila’s face fell. Like a kid caught casing a cookie jar.
Uhura rushed forward before her friend could make an escape.
“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with him.”
Kirk’s door slid open again. A blonde head poked out saying, “Mistress, I- Oh! Excuse me, Mistress. I did not realize you were not alone.”
Jenny 8675309 colored and ducked back into the cabin. The door whooshed shut again.
The irrepressible Orion leaned back against the bulkhead and cocked her head to the side, a sly grin finding its way back to her green face.
“Well, that depends on how you define ‘with,’” she said.
A/N addendum: The best “Я все еще сонный” was the closest translation I could find for “I'm still sleepy.” It could be way off.
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