Title: Con Farr Coupling
Author: Septennia
Contact: Please send any feedback to ponfest at yahoo dot com.
Series: OCC
Rating: NC-17
Codes: m/f
Summary: A Star Trek fan meets someone new.
Note: This is a pretty self-indulgent fantasy. You can feed back if you want to, but I wrote it to entertain me. :)
Archive: Sure
Disclaimer: Star Trek is copyrighted by Paramount/Viacom.
*****
It was one of the first conventions I had gone to, despite being a fan for years. Certainly I had never been to a fan-run con, and the chance to talk in person with other Treksmut writers was exhilarating, if somewhat strange. During the K/S gathering at the beginning, I re-lived a version of the shy phase I'd gone through when I first discovered Star Trek erotica on the internet. Deliriously fun, but scary at the same time.
Sure, life in the online fandom had taught me how to talk openly about sex when shielded by the anonymity of cyberspace. But in person, I'm still such a reserved and studious college girl-- the very image of the asexual bookworm. I de-eroticize my attractive points without thinking about it. My chest is well-endowed, but I never wear anything tight or low-necked. Nature gave me somewhat shapely legs, but shaving is too illogical for my tastes. I have nice long-lashed eyes that I hide with giant glasses, and thick, golden-brown hair that I pull back in a tight braid and wash only when I damn well feel like it.
Together with my quiet and awkward personality, all this had probably contributed to the fact that I was a twenty-three-year-old virgin by the time I went to the con. All I knew about sex I had learned from reading Treksmut. And I had learned plenty; I had even written some successful stories of my own. But still I blushed to hear people talking so openly about topics that I'd previously seen discussed only in newsgroups. I certainly had no idea how much experience I was about to gain.
When I saw the young man,
about my age, sitting in the corner, my only thought was that he had done an
exceptional make-up job on his pointed ears. They were seamless enough for
cinema work. And he was wearing a long, dark overcoat despite the sweltering
temperature. I didn't realize how long I'd been looking at him, until he lifted
his head very suddenly and looked at me. Embarrassed, I turned away. But out of
the corners of my eyes, I could tell that he was still staring. When we made
full eye contact again, after a while, it was a look that said "come here."
At
least, that was what I saw in the look he gave me, and he seemed to see
something similar, because we both got up and walked until we met halfway across
the room. I don't remember what I was thinking at the time. I'm not sure I was
thinking at all. Maybe I was just reacting to something, like a stimulus that
provokes a reflex. Maybe he knew exactly how my reflexes worked. Or maybe we
were both reacting to each other that way, on an instinctual level, without
knowing anything consciously.
We stood there for a
moment. We were breathing on each other. I could feel a heightened temperature
around him, and the pressure of the air between us.
"We have to go
somewhere else," he said. He had a low, rough voice. "Now. Someplace
alone. I have things to say to you." His mouth stayed slightly open after
he finished speaking, as if he were waiting for my reply, and maybe trying to
catch his breath.
Around the edges of my consciousness I was starting to become aware of what was going on, but in the front of my mind I only saw the things happening, with no meaning connected to them yet. Disconnectedly, I noticed that his coat was actually a robe, with coiling silver characters printed on it. The other people in the room didn't seem to be noticing us, which wasn't really strange, because we were just two more people in the crowd, being relatively still and quiet, compared to everyone else. But at the time it seemed wrong to me, since our conversation was taking up all the space and time and energy that existed. That was how it felt. There was something indefinably strong about his presence.
And he was asking me for a place to be alone, and I couldn't think of one. The con was in a sort of small convention center, and every room I had been in was crowded. Except-- I took off at a fast-paced walk, down the same hallway I'd come in by. He followed me. We got almost to the door, and just as I remembered, there was a sort of coat room in the entryway. I suppose it got a lot of use in the winter, but this was a hot summer day and there were no coats at all. It was a narrow, U-shaped room. We entered and turned right, then came to a corner that turned right again, and then again, until we reached the end-- a tight little closet-like nook with a bench in it. I looked at him for approval, and he gave one heavy breath and nodded.
"You have something to say?" I asked, sitting down on the bench and looking up at him. Reality was starting to filter through the edges of my conscious mind, and my muscles were trembling. I realized that my breath had been coming faster than usual in the past few minutes... I wasn't quite feeling faint, but there was the same tingling sensation, at the corners of my face, that I feel in a limb when it falls asleep.
"I-- am not sure I can say it aloud." He lowered his eyelids and put a hand, hesitantly, on my face. "May I?"
"Yes... what do you mean?" I asked, confused.
But before I was even finished with the words, something unbelievable was happening in my head. All of a sudden I was thinking all sorts of things that it would never occur to me to think. Memories of things that had never happened to me, and a lot of stuff that reminded me of Star Trek but was somehow different, and going by so fast I couldn't analyze it. And then for a breath's duration I felt something I'd never felt before: the heat and weight of a body part I didn't have, hypersensitive between my legs.
But the confusion at that last thought turned to shocking clarity. Before I could wonder whether I had somehow changed gender, I realized that my friend was holding my head so tightly that it was almost supporting all his weight, and his knees had given out and he was half-kneeling over me, leaning, my chest between his thighs. The erection was his, pushing, throbbing, seeking touch. The haze dissolved. Events now had meaning, reality was in my foremost thoughts, and I was terrified. Distinct pieces of information registered one after another, leaving me gasping.
*real* *future* *universe* *mind meld* *pon farr* *he is going to* *damn*
I was almost as aroused as he was, and my body wanted to let him have his way, to finally learn what it was like to experience the touches I had read so much about. But I didn't even know him, we weren't even the same species, he wasn't going be gentle... and damn it, he had just swept away a lifetime of ideas of what was and wasn't real! My head tossed back and forth and I twisted and panicked.
"Be still. Please, be still. Please... I do not intend to hurt you..." His words came out like coughs or sobs and he forced his hands to leave my face, forced his legs to straighten. All I could see was the lump at his groin, until I made myself stop looking and dragged my eyes up his body to his face.
"Why?" I countered. Clarity of speech was coming back to me with clarity of thought, and my mind was demanding clarity in my predicament as well. "Okay, so there is a universe where the things in Star Trek really happen. Okay, so you're from Vulcan and it's your mating season. Why did you have to come all the way to this universe, this time, this planet? Isn't there someone for you at home? Or at least *near* home?"
"This *is* my current home. I have been studying your people for five years. It is my life's work, to learn and report about this planet, this time, this universe." He struggled to keep his hands locked behind his back, to keep his genitals off of me, until he had my consent. But I was too shocked and bewildered to acknowledge his need.
"Five years? And you didn't make arrangements for your pon farr? Are all Vulcans so..."
"I had no reason to expect it so soon! Pon farr does not normally happen at an age as young as mine! I was..."
"Why me? Why me, of everyone on the whole planet?"
"You were nearby. You had been attracted to Vulcans for a long time, although you did not know that they existed. You had no previous sexual experience and therefore could not infect me with venereal diseases..."
"You know so much about me?" I cried, half offended that he saw my virginity in such utilitarian terms, half acknowledging the logic of it, realizing that this was the way his Vulcan mind related to the world.
"Some things about a person are difficult to avoid knowing, if one possesses any telepathic abilities. You are not skilled at controlling your psychic broadcasts. But at this point I do not care." He bent over me, teeth bared in lust. "Will you, or will you not?"
I shuddered in indecision. He gripped me by the arms and caught my concern before I voiced it. "I have not mated before, either, and I test myself regularly for all Terran diseases. You are in no danger of infection from me. Nor could I impregnate you without elaborate genetic engineering. Please, I need your answer, soon, before I lose control of my actions! Do you consent?"
"Damn it, yes!" I gave up control, gave up the struggle for logic, and let my own desire explode to the tips of my fingers, burning all thought. He was on me as soon as I had spoken. I leaned back heavily against the wall behind me, and threw open my legs, pulling him down between them. My hands on the small of his back seemed to drive him even further out of control. I was still in my jeans and he was still in his robe, and we couldn't stop. Wet and slippery and *so* hot... I could hardly breathe and he just groaned a desperate "Aah!" every few seconds, as we kept rubbing and pushing and thrusting together...
It wasn't enough. It went on and on and we were exhausted with need, but he couldn't finish, and his groans became deeper, heavier, more expressive of frustration than of pleasure.
"I require..."
"I know."
I could see the blood rushing through his face as he moved back from me. Was he embarrassed, or just flushed from all the arousal and stimulation? My hands struggled for a while at the fastening of my pants until I got them open. Down my thighs, past my knees, around my ankles. He was watching me. The tension in his body was like a pressure in the air. I hadn't gotten the jeans any farther than the tops of my shoes when he lost control.
He had thrown his robe open, and then there were hands shoving my knees apart and the weight of his body landing on me and *holy shit* there were things happening inside me that could not be described. I hadn't ever felt a human male's organ, but I had some idea of its shape, and there was no way it could have gone so far into me, moved in so many unbelievable ways, touched so many sensitive places at once.
I squirmed and gasped and clamped my muscles down on him, and he let out a sudden hard breath, and then his motions inside my body became a wild chaos and I don't remember much more after that for a while.
Eventually, I became enough aware of my surroundings to find his head resting on my shoulder and his ear in my face. The first thing that came to my mind was that I hadn't expected to pass out, and I almost laughed at myself for living one of erotica's cliches. But then I have always fainted rather easily.
The next thing that occurred to me was that I had always wanted to nip at the point of a Vulcan ear, and now there was one so close to my mouth that I would hardly have to move in order to fulfill my fantasy. So I gently closed my teeth on it, tugging a little, and enjoyed the feeling of the point against my tongue. My mind is somewhat over-realistic, and when imagining a pointed ear in my mouth I have always had trouble keeping it flesh and blood instead of rubber, but this one was real... warm, mildly salty, with skin that slid over the flesh underneath, the way human skin does when caressed.
He woke up, and worked his own tongue and teeth over my neck for a while. I sighed happily at the warmth of him, the shape of his ear, its faintly alien taste.
"I'm a big fan of your species," I whispered into it.
"And I of yours," he replied. "Since I was very young, I enjoyed watching conventions like this."
"Hmmm? So there are Star Trek cons in the real Star Trek universe too? "
"Only on the holovid." He smiled against my shoulder. "You see, it was a long time before my people discovered that your reality actually exists. In our universe, it is a television show."
I wasn't sure if he was teasing me or not, but I swelled up with affectionate laughter until it came bursting out, and we lay there in each other's arms laughing and hugging and playfully biting each other on the ears and necks... until the play became desperation and we pressed closer and closer and groaned and clutched each other--
--and then it was happening again-- the utterly alien, utterly erotic sliding of that incredible organ between my thighs and into my body.
I twisted in his arms and panted and gasped uncontrollably, but like the first time, there was no pain at all, despite my sexual inexperience. He seemed able to change shape... one moment slender enough to slip inside without stretching my entrance... the next moment swollen thick and hard against my inner walls, as he twined his legs with mine and threw back his head and moaned... then suddenly moving in so many directions at once that it felt as if there were tentacles exploring my interior, knowing where I was most sensitive, even better than I knew it.
The pleasure went on and on.
I lost count of how many times it happened over the next few hours, but finally we exhausted ourselves to sleep. The mental link that had been present throughout our coupling, allowing each of us to know exactly what the other wanted, now permitted us to dream together, and we shared randomly surfacing thoughts and feelings and memories until we woke up near evening.
"Is it over?" I murmured, stretching and feeling every joint in my body crack.
"The pon farr is over," he answered, after seeming to think it over for a few moments. "The convention will be over in approximately two minutes forty-three seconds."
I groaned. I had missed the last big event of the convention, the one I'd been looking forward to the most.
What had it been? Then I laughed, as I remembered. A group reading of pon farr stories. And instead, I had gotten the real thing.
I stood shakily and pulled my pants up. The Vulcan closed his robe, and I glanced at him, too late to get a look at the genitals I was so curious about.
"Are you going?" I asked.
"Soon. My research project is planetwide. I rarely stay in one country more than a few days at a time."
"Then I don't suppose we'll meet again soon."
"It does not seem likely." He looked at me more closely. "I do not desire a bond."
"I don't either." I considered my own feelings. "This isn't love. But... but, well, it sure was fun."
"Agreed." He offered a half-smile.
"Maybe there'll be another convention, seven years from now."
"Quite possibly." We had gotten to the doorway of the coat room by now. The exit of the building was to our left, and the last conversations and goodbyes of the convention echoed from the room down the hall to our right.
"If we aren't... bonded to anyone else by then."
"Yes." We lingered in the doorway a while.
"Well... live long and prosper, I guess."
"Peace and long life." He raised his hand in the Vulcan greeting, then added, "Thank you."
I watched him out of sight around the corner to the exit, and then went down the hall smiling, looking forward to spending a few more moments with my Treksmut friends.
THE END