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Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry and Paramount Television.
Star Trek 6: The Undiscovered Country belongs to Paramount Pictures. This
story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 07/17/2005

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, male/female sex

Pairing: Uhura/m

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Category: Het

Other Notes: This story takes place after THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY.

Summary: After her friend, Commander Janice Rand finds a nude protrait of her
inside a closet, Commander Uhura's mind flashes back to the time that she had
met the artist while the Enterprise was on a rescue mission.

Dedications: None so far.
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Star Trek: The Ebony Goddess
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol. com)

It has been quite a while since the crews of two of Starfleet's finest
starships, the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-A) and the Excelsior (NX-2000) had
successfully stopped a plot to prevent a peace treaty between the Klingon
Empire and the United Federation of Planets.

And even though there were some of the ship's company and crew who were
still quite unhappy with Starfleet Command's decision to have their beloved
Enterprise decommissioned, there were some who had finally agreed with
Starfleet that it was time for them to pursue other careers within the
organization.

One of those Enterprise officers just happens to be Commander Uhura, who was
able to contact her good friend, Commander Janice Rand and asked her for some
help in packing some stuff for transport.

Believe it or not, it was while Janice was going through Uhura's old closet
that she had spotted something that she had never seen before -- a nude
portrait of Uhura done by an artist named George Doohan.

That had caused a curious Janice to walk over to Uhura, tap on her shoulder
and ask, "Excuse me, Uhura. May I ask what's your face doing on a George
Doohan portrait?"

And after she had heard what Janice had said, Uhura had turned around, looked
at the exact portrait that Janice was holding in her hands, let out a small
smile and answered, "I've suddenly forgotten that I still have this. Where
did you find it, Janice?"

"Inside your old closet. Even I had never realized that you had posed for a
George Doohan," said a smiling Janice, after she had placed the portrait on
the bed and the two good friends had started staring at it. "Were you the one
who had inspired him to do this wonderful piece of work?"

"In more ways than one, Janice. In more ways than one," answered Uhura, just
before her mind has started rewinding itself back to a time period known as
Stardate 28193.30, which was when the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701) has been
ordered by Starfleet Command to go check out a planet known only as Z-93 for
any signs of personal whose starship has crash-landed on the planet as a
result of encountering a micrometorinte storm.

As soon as the ship has started orbiting the planet, the ship's commanding
officer, Captain James T. Kirk had turned to the ship's science officer,
Commander Spock and asked, "Are you able to pick up any life sign readings,
Spock?"

"As a matter of fact, Captain. The sensors are detecting several life forms
on the planet's surface," answered a curious Spock, after he had turned
towards his friend. "However, they're also having difficulty in determining
which ones are humanoid and which ones are not."

"Okay, then. It looks like we have no choice, but to beam ourselves down and
start looking for those survivors for ourselves," said Jim, after he had
taken a deep breath and discovered another one of his good friends, Doctor
Leonard H. McCoy stepping out of the turbolift and on to the bridge. "Would
you care to join us, Bones?"

"Why not? After all, it sure beats sitting around up here and tweedling our
thumbs," answered Bones, just before the ship's communications officer,
Lieutenant Uhura had stood up, walked over to her commanding officer and
said, "Sir, I'm requesting permission to join you in the search for the
survivors."

"Well, I don't see why not. After all, we could use all the extra pairs of
eyes we could get. Permission granted, Uhura. Join the party," said Jim, just
before he had handed temporary command of the ship to Spock and joined the
other members of his search team in beaming down to the planet's surface.

After they had split up and started looking for the survivors, Uhura had
suddenly discovered a warm and bubbling pond of water and allowed a small
smile to appear on her lips, because it was reminding her of the time that
she was spending on the Planet of Pleasure during her last shore leave.

And then, after she had looked around and discovered that there was no one
else around, a happy Uhura has removed her entire Starfleet uniform, placed
it on one of the nearby rocks and was about to place herself into the pond
warm springs, only to have her make a shocking discovery that she was not
alone after all, because a small group of little grey-yellow skinned humanoid
creatures had appeared from out of nowhere and started staring at her nude
body with wide eyes.

But then, just as she was about to try to call for help, a voice from out of
nowhere had said to her, "There's no need for you to fear them. They're only
curious about you, because you're the only human female that they had ever
seen before."

That had caused her to turn her head towards the source of the voice and
discovered that it was the voice of a young and handsome male humanoid, who
had looked at Uhura with a smile on his face and said, "Oh, by the way. My
name is George Doohan and if you could do me a favor by holding still, I
would like to paint a protrait for you."

Then suddenly, after she had let out a sigh of relief, a curious Uhura had
noticed the young artist setting up his easel and drawing a rough sketch on
the paper and asked, "Are you really the George Doohan?What are you doing
here?I've thought that you were still on Earth."

"Oooohhhh, I was in need of something new and wonderful to paint for my
latest masterpiece. So, I had booked passage for myself aboard the USS
Supernova to exploring deep space for such a muse. ", answered George,
after he had placed his pencil down, picked up his paints and started
bringing color to his latest work. "However, my trip has been cut short
due to that fucking micrometorite storm."

"The same storm that had caused the ship that you were on to crash land right
here on Planet Z-93. Well, George. The only thing that you need to do now is
consider yourself lucky to still be alive," said a smiling Uhura, after she
had discovered that the little grey yellow beings were still staring at her.
"May I ask what about your little friends here?"

"Oh, you mean them. Well, after we had gathered some supplies from our
wrecked ship and realized that we had no other choice, but to wait for
Starfleet to send a rescue vessel, I had decided to take the opportunity
to go exploring this planet," answered George, while he was putting the
finishing touches on his latest portrait. "As soon as I was about a few
feet away from the ship, I had suddenly came into contact with my newfound
little friends. At first, we were unable to figure out what to make of
each other. But we had realized that we don't wish to harm each other in
any way, I had became good friends with them ever since."

"Well, I really must admit that they do look every cute," said Uhura, while
she was looking at George's little friends with a friendly smile on her lips
and causing the little guys to blush. "Are you done with the portrait yet,
George?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm already done," answered a smiling George, after
he had reached his friendly hand out to his newfound subject. "And now, I'm
hereby inviting the Ebony Goddess to come over and see my latest work."

And then, after she had placed her hand on top of his and allowed the artist
to lead her to the protrait, Uhura had looked upon his latest finished work
with wide eyes and a big smile on her lips and said, "Oooohhhh, George. It's
truly wonderful. I'm sure that a museum would be honored to have such a
masterpiece."

"Actually, I still want you to have it," said George, after he had placed his
gentle hands on Uhura's bare shoulders and placed his lips close to hers.
"Because it's just like you. The both of you are truly wonderful."

But then, just as he was about to give her a kiss on the lips, a reluctant
Uhura had moved her head away from George and said, "Look, George. I really
hate to do this to you, but I doubt that Starfleet Command would approve of
it. You see, I'm Lieutenant Uhura of the starship USS Enterprise and...!"

But before she was able to say another word, George had placed the tips of
his fingers on Uhura's lips and said, "You don't understand that I don't give
a fucking shit about what Starfleet Command approves or not. Trust me, Uhura.
There's no need for you to be afraid. All you need to do now is just relax...
and enjoy it."

And then, after they had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips
and George had taken all of his clothes off, the pair had laid their nude
bodies on the ground and George had started licking all over Uhura's body --
all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and carressing her firm breasts.

"Aaaahhhh! George, what are you doing to me? Please don't do this!I don't
want it! Stop it! Oooohhhh! Please, George! Don't stop!" said Uhura, after
she had placed her hands on George's bare shoulders. "Yeeeessss! That's it!
Do it, George! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, at that exact moment, Uhura had suddenly realized that she was
experiencing something that she had never experienced with any member with
the Enterprise crew before, for she was experiencing pure and untamed
erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used
each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch, a sexually-energized
Uhura has placed her hands on George's bare arms and yelled, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, GEORGE! FUCK ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME
WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after they had started moving harder and faster and their
lovemaking has reached its final museum exhibit, the two newfound lovers had
came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Then, after they were both finally able to catch their breath, Uhura has
placed her head on George's chest, let out a sigh and said, "I really wish
that I could stay with you, George. I really do love you."

"I love you too, Uhura. But I'm sorry to say that it's impossible for us to
stay together forever," said George, after he had gently placed his hand on
Uhura's head. "I mean, I've got my art to keep me busy and you still have
your career in Starfleet."

"Well then, George. Let's look at it this way," said a small-smiling Uhura,
after she had placed her gentle hand on George's bare shoulder. "At least, we
would always have this moment together."

And then, after they had shared a small chuckle between them, both George and
Uhura had snuggled-up to each other and fell asleep with their naked arms in
a lover's embrace, just before her mind was able to fast-forward itself back
to the present-day USS Enterprise, where her friend, Commander Janice Rand
has let out a sigh and said, "Well, Uhura. I don't know about you, but I'm
going to miss this old girl."

"So would I, Janice. So would I," said Uhura, just before she had handed the
protrait to Janice. "Could you please do me a favor and take this to the
transporter room? I'll be there shortly."

And then, after Janice has left the room with the portrait in her hands, the
woman who is now known as Commander Uhura had looked at the reflection of
herself in the window of her former quarters, let out a smile and said,
"That's right, Uhura. You really are an ebony goddess."

THE END!

    

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