T'Pol from Star Trek Ch. 04

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T'Pol woke up when the day cycle started, and her quarters were suddenly flooded with bright artificial sunlight.

She had not felt such a refreshed sensation in several cycles.

Suddenly, her body trembled as she vaguely remembered visions of dreams involving carnal lust, with several males and females engaging in uncontrolled sex with each other.

"Side effects of Dr. Phlox's medical substance," T'Pol reasoned, heading to have a quick, cold shower.

Again, she felt the urge to rub her tingling genitals, but managed to resist her primal emotions with Vulcan logic-- reminding herself that she needed to be on the bridge as soon as possible.

After her shower, she took a brand-new Vulcan subcommander uniform from the closet, which, to her surprise, was almost impossible to wear over her hips and breasts.

"My uniform is starting to feel too tight!" T'Pol mused, while attempting to squeeze herself in.

The only way to fit the uniform over her upper torso was to leave it partly open, which, of course, revealed ample cleavage.

T'Pol studied her figure in the mirror and determined that she looked attractive in uniform, especially to males and perhaps even some females.

After a brief moment, she left for her first shift on the bridge after having had several cycles off duty.

The turbolift door hissed open, and T'Pol stepped out.

"Wel--come... to duty!" the captain said, his words somewhat fading as he eyed T'Pol. "You were certainly expected, and you... look different. New uniform, perhaps?" he continued.

"No, same uniform, Captain," T'Pol calmly replied, as she walked to her post, followed by the rest of the bridge crew.

"What is the current situation, Captain?" she asked, while operating the science console, catching up on the latest survey data about the red giant the Enterprise was still orbiting.

"Sir?" T'Pol repeated, lifting her eyes from the console.

The captain looked absent-minded, simply staring at T'Pol. He then suddenly shook himself out of it. "Oh, sorry, Subcommander. Yes... our survey here is complete, and the next stop is Proxima IV," he said.

"Proxima IV? But that system was charted long ago, and--" T'Pol began, when the captain interrupted her.

"Yes, it is a leisure world, but it's the closest planet for resupply, as Starfleet Command informed us yesterday. "And we are allowed a couple of cycles of R-and-R, as well! Beach! Here we come! Yahoo!" he exclaimed, with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Humans! They are still so emotional, expressing their feelings so openly!" T'Pol scolded the captain's sudden childish and unnecessary outburst in her mind.

Thankfully, her mind was as sharp and clear as ever, because good rest and Dr. Phlox's bittersweet medicine, whatever that was, prompting her make a note to acquire more from him after her shift.

"T'Pol, may I ask you to my ready room for a moment?" The captain's words interrupted her thoughts.

"Of course, sir," she replied, and both walked into the captain's ready room next to the bridge.

"You look very... different since your last shift," the captain said, standing next to her, and eyeing T'Pol's figure in the privacy of the ready room.

"I have not noticed anything out of the ordinary," T'Pol lied without a flinch, meeting the captain's hungry gaze, which lingered over her body.

Contrary to common belief, Vulcans were very capable of lying when necessary, but always tried to avoid doing so when possible.

"What is it, Captain, that you want to discuss? I do not believe it concerns my appearance," T'Pol inquired in a stern voice, snapping the captain out of his trance.

"Ah, yes. It is about our upcoming R-and-R. Do you know how to swim and have an appropriate suit for some beach fun?" the captain asked.

"I learned to swim while studying at Starfleet Academy, but I do not possess a swimsuit, as I believe you referred to it," T'Pol answered.

"I see, no worries! I believe Proxima has plenty of suitable shops to purchase one or two. Or perhaps borrow one..." the captain said, his words trailing off as he stared at T'Pol's cleavage.

"Very well. Is there anything else, sir?"

"No, nothing for now. It is nice to see you again on the bridge. We will depart for Proxima in an hour. You are dismissed, Subcommander!"

T'Pol quickly left the ready room and returned to her station, aware of the eyes of the rest of the bridge crew upon her.

The remainder of the shift was uneventful. The ship set a course for Proxima IV and entered hyperspace.

T'Pol felt an uncommon relief when her shift ended, and headed toward the medical bay to see Dr. Phlox.

"Good evening, Doctor!" T'Pol greeted him, with an unusual level of joy for a Vulcan.

"Oh, good evening, Subcommander!" the doctor responded, examining T'Pol's physique with interest.

"You look well-rested and cheerful, for a Vulcan, that is."

"Indeed. The supplement you gave me yesterday must have worked, I suspect. It had a slimy texture and a slightly bitter taste. Not bad, though--actually quite sweet in its own way. What was it? Some kind of synthesized supplement? Is there more available?" T'Pol asked, instinctively licking her red lips, not noticing the gesture at all.

"Please, sit down," Dr. Phlox said, gesturing to the empty armchair.

As T'Pol sat down, he continued. "You probably won't like this at all, but let me first say that the idea came to me from data I have gathered from a sample. Protein chains, that is..." His voice trailed off as he sat in the chair opposite T'Pol.

"Yes, Doctor. I am waiting," T'Pol stated, staring at Dr. Phlox with her piercing gaze, emotionless, sensing that she might not like what was coming next.

"The liquid you ingested was semen," Dr. Phlox said, waiting for T'Pol to register what he had just revealed.

"I see. Semen. Semen from what species, Doctor?" T'Pol managed to remain emotionless, while gripping the arms of her chair to maintain her composure.

"Human male, of course. It's the only abundant semen we have here," the doctor blurted out quickly, not wanting to stall unnecessarily.

"And how did you acquire it, then?" T'Pol questioned calmly.

"Starfleet orders. As a science officer, you know it is necessary to monitor the suppressive medication given to the crew in water. A semen sample is the most accurate way to observe it through certain protein chains present," Dr. Phlox explained to T'Pol.

"The supplement you received was leftover from a previous sample, which I suspected might be beneficial for you. Judging by your physical and mental condition, I would say we have made excellent progress here."

If T'Pol could blush, she would have. Instead, she felt her skin electrified, while analyzing what she had just heard from the doctor. Admitting that she actually enjoyed the taste of semen made things even worse. While feeling disgusted by the information, she also felt a strange excitement.

"That is disgusting!" she said, partially lying to Dr. Phlox.

"Is there no way to synthesize those protein chains? It seems I am out of options, and the only solution is to lock me up for a month or two, where I may go permanently insane, or eliminate my cycle for the next seven years," she continued, crossing her long legs provocatively in the chair.

"Unfortunately, yes, there is no way to produce proteins that complex with our equipment here, but the likelihood of a permanent insanity change during captivity is maybe close to twenty percent, give or take," Dr. Phlox commented to T'Pol.

"The only practical way to suppress your mating cycle urges is to ingest somewhat-fresh semen. Vulcan or human, as your species is genetically so close to each other."

"I understand. So when is the next screening?" T'Pol asked with a suggestive tone.

"Several weeks from now, so I cannot assist you with this, and you will need..." Dr. Phlox paused briefly. "... Your new suppressor on a daily basis very soon."

T'Pol was shocked. From where would she obtain semen daily, she wondered. She could not simply ask crew members to 'donate' it for her.

Dr. Phlox suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "You should talk to Ensign Hoshi as soon as possible. She is from Japan, and as far as I know, she is knowledgeable about ancient Japanese rituals involving a lot of... semen."

T'Pol immediately tapped her communicator. "Computer! Locate Ensign Hoshi."

"She is in the cantina, Subcommander."

T'Pol thanked Dr. Phlox, and quickly rose from the chair, heading to the nearest turbolift.

To be continued...