From cameronb@juno.com Mon Mar 16 17:59:36 1998 Path: news2.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!nntp.abs.net!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!207.217.77.43!newsfeed1.earthlink.net!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet From: cameronb@juno.com (Cameron Burnell) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: NEW TNG "DLTBGQD" P/Q/C, NC17 (m/m, m/m/f) Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 00:59:36 GMT Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 604 Sender: ascem@earthlink.net (ASCEM) Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <350dc6c2.19732713@news.earthlink.net> Reply-To: cameronb@juno.com NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.152.113 X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.11/32.235 Xref: news2.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:5379 To: ascem@earthlink.net Date: Mon, 16 Mar 1998 03:28:27 -0800 Subject: NEW TNG "DLTBGQD" P/Q/C, NC17 (m/m, m/m/f) From: cameronb@juno.com (Cameron Burnell) This one's for Auntie Ruth. MEGA thanks to Robin for beta-reading. Title: Don't Let the Bastards Get Q Down (aka- Freddy Mer-Q-ury lives) Author: Cameron Burnell (CameronB@juno.com) Series: DS9 - m/f, m/m/f, m/m... Rating: NC-17, some tit-sucking, some head and a facial cum shot Archive: ASC/ASCEM, R'rain and the Odogoddess if they want. Anyone else ask me first. Linking: Read above sentence Summary: Q is up to his little games with his fave French captain, and a red-headed minx **************************************** **************************************** Paramount owns the characters, I just fool around with them...or get them to fool around with each other. **************************************** **************************************** Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality... Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics (c) by F. Mercury Don't Let the Bastards Get Q Down by Cameron Burnell (CameronB@juno.com) "A discoteque?" "And what's wrong with that, Jean-Luc?" Picard frowned, looking around at the gaudy spinning colors and the wild gyrations of the dancers and back to the red-head who hovered a few inches taller than him. "It just seems so ... quaint." Beverly's eyes narrowed. "Jean-Luc, don't be such a fuddy duddy." "Now *that's* quaint." This sarcastic quip made both of them jump and then scowl at the sudden appearance of Q. Actually, in his outfit, both of them took a little extra time to enjoy the scenery. Q looked like his usual brown haired, bright eyed self, but he wore a tight, white outfit with a dark silk maroon shirt, open to the waist, many gold chains hung around his neck and a few flashy rings on his fingers. His pants were so form-fitting Beverly could see he wasn't circumscized, or at least the body he chose to inhabit wasn't. "Like the view, babe?" He smirked. "Get lost, Q." "Now, now, take it easy, Bevvy. Plenty of me to go around." Q danced around her. "Q, stop this." The entity turned to Jean-Luc and gave him a mock pout. "Aw... Johnny baby isn't having fun. But then, what *is* your idea of fun, Jean-Luc? This?" Q snapped his finger and suddenly all three of them were sitting at a sedate chamber orchestra, in period clothes. Q and Picard both had powdered wigs and billowy white flouncy shirts and waistcoats, pantaloons and white, white socks with ridiculous soft leather shoes more like ballerina's wore than anything. Beverly wore a huge ballgown, so many rings and layers she looked like a hen sitting on a roost. "Oh, this is scintillating." Q intoned. "This is ridiculous. Get us out of here!" Picard demanded. "Why? And where? Back to the dance floor? I thought you didn't want to be there? I'll say one thing for your dear doctor Bevelry, Jean-Luc -- at least she tries something different from time to time, but you..." "Enough Q." "So right - enough. We'll go where there's some *real* music." Q snapped his fingers again. A huge loud sound crashed through Picards ears and Beverly was holding her hands over her own. "Q!!!" He looked around. "What is this!???" Beverly shook his arm and with a brief pause to stare at what she wore (a very short, very pink tube top that barely held her tits in place and what looked like painted on matching pink lycra pants and a pair of high heels with a pink fuzz on the toes) Jean-Luc looked up to find Q singing at them, holding a stage microphone and humping it against his crotch. He had a hard-on, too. And his pants didn't hide it. They were low on his hips, white and tight and there was a long stretch of lightly furred belly before a thin red leather vest, and only a vest, covered the rest of him. He was definitely humping the microphone now, and singing as if to Beverly and Jean-Luc. Several screaming people were crying and reaching for Q, but Q only got down on one knee and sang to the pair near the front of the stage. "What's he singing?!" Picard tried to make himself heard. "I can't tell!!!" Beverly shouted "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?! So you think you can love me and leave me to die?! Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!"" Then Q got up and, still singing, threw his head back for the next line and nodded at the same time to a uniformed man by the stage who nodded back and suddenly grabbed Picard and Crusher by one arm each and began shoving them back stage. They both fought briefly, but it was no good. Soon they were away from the loud singing and the crowd in a small green- walled room with a large couch, a low table with drinks, an ashtray full of different colored pills and a small plastic bag full of white powder. "Where the hell are we?" "I'm not sure." Bev said, looking at the table, then noticing a large box in the corner. She went to it and opened it with the handle. It swung open like a door and she frowned. "A refrigerator." "What's in it?" Picard stepped forward then paused at the loud tromping sound his feet made. He was wearing heavy black boots with straps. This made him realise he wore camouflage pants, a black leather jockstrap *over* the pants, and a black muscle shirt with a bandanna wrapped around one arm. He frowned and realised he had one wrapped around his head, too. The one on his arm was black with a skull on it. Beverly didn't notice, still looking into the refrigerator. "Alcoholic beverages, sandwiches, lots of soft drinks and what looks like photographic film." "How strange." The door flew open and Q was rushed in by some more security guards who slammed the door shut behind him. He beamed at the pair, pulling slightly on his damp handlebar mustache. "Well, how did you like my performance?" "Not half as much as we'd like your departure, Q." Picard muttered. "What? You don't like Queen?" "Which one?" Q rolled his eyes. "Picard, for a cultured and learned man, you know almost nothing. Do you know that?" "Fine, so I'm an ignorant fool. Now that I've admitted it, will you take us back?" "No. This is *my* fantasy, not yours. And I don't plan on leaving until we've all enjoyed ourselves." "Q, none of this so far has been enjoyable." Beverly said. "My dear doctor Beverly, you definitely show promise -- those pouty lips, those bouncy tits." "Q!" "What? Haven't you noticed she's got a great set, Jean-Luc? Makes a man 'rise' to the occasion." Q smirked and both looked down to his crotch where an obvious hard-on still tented his pants. "So that's the problem. Even with the Q all the blood loss to the brain affects them." Beverly mutttered. "Ha-ha." Q snorted. Then he pulled them both toward him and started moving them toward the couch. Music started in the distance as he did which sounded a lot like "Killer Queen". Q smiled. "Very funny. I'm also incredibly horny. This particular human always did that to me. Such promise. Anyway..." "Oh, no." "Not this time, Q." "Not this time?" Beverly looked at Jean-Luc curiously. He blushed but repeated, "Not this time." "Au contraire, mon capitaine - your future awaits." He suddenly bent and retrieved a pill and popped it into Picard's mouth. He smiled and popped one in Beverly's mouth, too. Neither could stop him or move, except for their throats. He watched, smiling, until they swallowed then he grinned. He let them go and then sat back on the couch. Beverly sagged suddenly, and he gathered her with one arm against his bare chest. "There now, do you see, dear doctor?" "I see... trails." "Of course you do. Just wait till you see what my cock looks like under the influence of that." He turned to Picard who was still standing, blinking, eyes going in and out of focus. "Picard always likes it that way. Don't you, Jean-Luc?" "Huh?" Picards eyes were blank and he had a dreamy smile. Q frowned. "Picard you're enjoying yourself without me! What are you looking at?" "Yellow." "Yellow what?" "Yellow." "I see. In that case you keep studying that while I show Bevvy here the time of her life. You'd like that wouldn't you, my dear?" Beverly just nodded, her mouth slightly open. Q slipped a finger under the tube top and smiled as it rolled up and uncovered her breasts. "Now *that* is perfection. Even to a Q." Bev giggled. "I don't know what you gave me, Q, but - I think I like it!" He smiled and began to suck on her tits, as Bev gasped. Before long he was dry humping her and Beverly was cackling with glee. She pulled at his back and started opening his pants. Q sat back then, letting her, his hard fat cock soon bouncing delicately in the still air. "Well, what do you think?" Beverly smiled insipidly. "Cool." Her eyes weren't focused and it took her three tries to get her fingers around his cock. Q lay back and closed his eyes, groaning. Bev started gently sucking him off. Soon he felt another set of hands feeling his chest and he looked up to find Picard trailing his fingers down his chest over and over. "Yellow." He said. "Mellow, Jean-Luc." Q smiled wickedly. "So yellow. Such a lovely shade." "Come, mon ami, give me a glimpse of the promised land." "Mellow yellow...." Q let him keep feeling his chest as he reached over and released Picard's jock strap and opened his camo pants. Jean-Luc's cock was still soft, lightly curled against his hefty, hairless balls amid springy, iron gray curls. Q gently lifted it and ran a finger along the tip. It started to get hard immediately, and he smiled. "I see I still have the touch." Picard began thrusting almost immediately as he felt Q's mouth close over him... Picard gasped awake. "Captain?" He blinked at Riker and managed to clear his throat and nod. "I'm all right. Seem to have ... drifted off." He shifted and hoped his hard on wasn't too obvious. "We're all right up here, sir. Perhaps you should take the afternoon off." Jean-Luc looked around the bridge. No one seemed worried, everything was normal ... and boring. "What a boring day." _No wonder I'm having strange daydreams!_ "Captain?" "Nothing, number One. I think I'll take you up on your offer. Take the afternoon off." "Of course, sir." "Take the con, number One." "Done, sir." Picard got up and headed for the turbolift. As he turned around, the doors closed and Q grinned at him. A familiar-looking Q with a handlebar mustache, wearing tight red pants now and a white tank top, stretched down tight and tucked into his pants. "Hello again, Jean-Luc," he purred. Picard paled. "Q..." "You're so cute when you're shocked." Q smirked, circling him to wind up talking in his ear. "Did anyone ever tell you that?" "Q!" despite himself, Picard felt his cock start waking up. "And you're cute when you're getting turned on, too." Q's hand brushed Picard's ass and a finger wiggled between his cheeks. "Not here, Q," Picard rasped. "Not now." "If not now, then when?" "Q..." "Ooh, I love it when you growl at me, Jean-Luc. You're primitive when you're sexy." "Q..." Q's smile grew dark and evil and so did his voice. "Keep talking like that and my hard on will rip through these pants, Johnny boy. Their owner liked them rather tight I'm afraid." Picard scowled. "Now *that's* the look I want to see in your eyes when you wake up the next time I'm giving you head." the entity smirked and tweaked Picard's cock tip with his fingers. Jean-Luc gasped, his already hardening cock swelling to huge proportions. "Yes, the very next time." Q's strong fingers worked open Picard's uniform and he knelt before the rampant captain and sucked his cock in deeply. He sucked hard and released, over and over, gently scraping his teeth along it's length. When they gently rubbed over the skinned head, Jean-Luc moaned like a Risan whore. His balls drew in tight and he tensed. "Oh ... don't stop. Don't stop, Q." Just then, the turbolift doors opened. Picard gasped. So did Beverly, who stared at them both. Picard stood with his pants open and his thick, uncut six-inch dick standing shiny red and tall. He barely noticed her bright pink tube top, matching lycra pants and her fuzzy-topped pink high-heels. She scowled. "That's my dick you're blowing, Q." "Why dear doctor Beverly and so fetching!" "Get away from him!" "Nonsense. Jean-Luc much prefers me. *I* always swallow." "He likes *me* better!" "Let's just put that to the test." "I'd be delighted." "So will Picard." Q snapped his fingers and two Picards appeared. Beverly and Q both started sucking a Picard's dick. Jean-Luc could feel *both* of them sucking him at the same time, two different tongues moving along his tender cockhead. His balls felt like they wanted to turn inside out. He blew a huge load and Bev fell away, gagging and spitting, but to his surprise, he was still hard and wanting and Q was still sucking his dick... Picard gasped awake. He looked down. He was hard, but inside his pants. He looked around and found he was in his ready room. A padd lay before him with an engineering report. A cup of cold Earl Grey was to his left. Livingston, his bright yellow fish swam around happily in his bowl, opening and closing his little fish mouth. Livingston suddenly turned to look at him and popped open his mouth. "Why don't you get me a girlfriend fish, you selfish fuck?" Jean-Luc blinked. "I beg your pardon?" "Just because you don't get any you ancient fart, doesn't mean I'm not horny in here. And I can't masturbate like you do." Picard pounded his fist on his desk, angry. "I *do NOT* masturbate!" He could have sworn that Livingston was laughing. "Riker to Captain." Picard jumped. "What is it, Number One?" "Sir? Did you intend for that message to go out over the ship's intercom? Because it did." Jean-Luc felt himself go cold. He looked down and noticed he'd pounded his fist on the main ship's intercom. He cleared his throat. "Forgive me. It seems Q is playing a little trick on me." "Of course, sir. We understand." "Very good." Picard cleared his throat, still feeling his heart hammering and his skin going clammy. "Carry on." "Aye, sir. Riker out." The sound of echoing laugher made Jean-Luc turn to find Q holding his sides, shaking with laughter. "Q..." "You're such an easy target, Jean-Luc. When will you ever learn?" "I don't require teaching, Q." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong. You still don't know the difference between fantasy and reality. Actually those two are often interchangable." "I don't care to hear whatever you have to say. I've had quite enough of your shenanigans today." "Oh, really?" Q moved closer, very sensually. Picard cleared his throat as he knelt before him, decisively spread his knees apart. He couldn't hide his hard on. It was like a steel bar. Q gently carressed it with a finger and the captain didn't stop him. Q pouted. "I'm hurt. That's not what you said earlier. Do the words 'don't stop, Q' ring a bell, Johnny my boy?" "You're doing this to me, Q. It's not fair. You're manipulating me." "Nonsense, mon capitan. You can move. I'm not immobilizing you in any way." Q's fingernail ran along the bottom of his cock. "All I'm doing is exactly what you want me to do." "Q..." "I love it when you talk dirty." Q slipped open Picard's pants and worked his hugely swollen cock out, his fingers stroking down it's length. It was no good because he was too excited. Before Q could stick it in his mouth, it began shooting sperm - thick, hot, sticky wads of it all over Q's face. Jean-Luc groaned with the intense pleasure of it, not just the sensation but with an evil joy at cumming all over that smug face... Picard gasped awake. He was lying down, heart pounding. The room was dark. He looked around. He was in his bedroom. It was very early morning. He sighed. He could feel his morning hard on pressing tight against his pajama bottoms. They were stuck to him. Pre-cum had surged out of his excited prick and made a huge wet spot on the silk. _Just a dream._ He'd had a dream and almost cum. He sighed and pushed aside his bed covers and swung his legs over the edge. "I better stop drinking earl grey and eating cucumber sandwiches before bed." "Tut tut, mon capitan, not so fast. How can I face the day without applying my special face cream?" Q suddenly appeared between his legs, kneeling before him. His strong fingers worked open Picard's pajamas to pull out his thick, aching hard on, even as the captain gasped. Q smiled and gently twirled the thick globule of pearly liquid that started trickling out across the shiny head. Then he smelled his finger. "Ah, nothing like the smell of pre-cum in the morning." Picard thought he might have a stroke. "Dammit, Q...!!!" "Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you growl at me, Johnny boy?" with that, Q swallowed down Picard's cock to the balls. The strains of music started playing, some sort of rock'n'roll opera. It sounded like the music Q had been singing in his dream. Or was it a dream? Picard could barely think with Q's tongue licking his balls. He could feel the tip of his cock pushing against the back of Q's throat. Then he heard Q's evil chuckle in his mind. "Mmm. I love the taste of your cock and the smell from your balls, Picard. Did anyone ever tell you that before?" "Fuck you, Q." he managed to growl around his grit teeth. Q smiled evilly, then pulled out his own fat, circumscized cock and began stroking it. "Jean-Luc... I thought you'd never ask." *** Beverly Crusher woke up with a gasp. She caught her breath and shook her head. _Just a dream. Q making me suck his dick and Jean-Luc not pulling out in time and cumming in my mouth - just a dream._ She stuck her tongue out and made a face of total disgust. "Eww." Then she sat at the side of her bed, and her feet hit a pair of fuzzy-topped pink high heels. Beverly picked them up, twirled them on a finger, then scowled. "Damn Q!" she threw the shoes toward the sound of Q's evil chuckle. It turned into a loud cackling laugh that slowly faded away. Beverly sighed, a little tearful. She shook her head. "Maybe I should've learned to swallow..." ********* THE END ********* Cam (CameronB@juno.com) - http://members.xoom.com/WickedCam/DSC.htm "Garak, I was thinking that you and I should have breakfast together some time." - Odo in (The Die Is Cast) "Are you sure you've never had a cock in that mouth?" -- Terry Farrell to Ralph Cirella on the Howard Stern show, Feb. 23rd _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] __________________________________________________________________________ Posting to ASCEM is easy--just send your messages to ascem@earthlink.net To subscribe or unsubscribe to the mirror list--and for all other list-related inquiries, write to asceml@aol.com