Communication

Result of the January poll.

Hoshi Sato is hard at work translating an alien language to help with First Contact, but the aliens have their own way of bridging the language gap...

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Another day, another first contact.

That was the best thing about being aboard the Enterprise. Everywhere they went they discovered something new, something no human being had ever encountered or even imagined. New planets, new people, new strange scientific phenomena that people back on earth would spend decades trying to wrap their heads around.

Whatever doubts Hoshi Sato had held about leaving her teaching post in Brazil for her position on Earth’s first warp-5 starship had long since vanished, and days like this were exactly why.

She was standing in the shuttle bay. Captain Archer was at the front of their party, T’pol just beside him, and Trip behind them next to her. About an hour ago they’d stumbled across another starship and contacted them to say hello, now The Captain of the ship was coming aboard to meet them all, and Hoshi had the honour of translating.

The Lapuzia seemed to be a friendly, humanoid people with pale yellow-green skin, large black eyes, and a cobra-like hood rather than hair that shimmered and shifted colours like a chameleon. They were by far the most exciting looking aliens the Enterprise had come across, and their language had been just as fun for Hoshi to untangle too.

For whatever reason the usual translators just couldn’t get a lock on the Lapuzian language, so Hoshi had been using all of her skills to act as intermediary between Archer and the Lapuzia Captain. She’d managed to get enough of a handle on the basics for a casual conversation, but once The Captain stepped on board she would need to bring her A game to make sure no diplomatic disasters popped up.

The Lapuzia shuttle let out a soft noise almost like a sigh as it opened and three Lapuzia climbed out. They were taller than Hoshi had realised from just a viewscreen, the shortest among them still over six feet. They were slender and a little gangly, like they had all been women of human stature who had been stretched up to their colossal height, but Hoshi couldn’t deny they were beautiful, especially in the skin-tight clothes that clung to their bodies like they had been painted on.

“Ashwalda, abrigan Archer kos.” The lead Lapuzi smiled, bowing her head and twirling her wrists in an odd salute.

“Greetings, Captain Archer.” Hoshi translated, checking the vocabulary guide she’d drafted up during their first conversation.

“Greetings, on behalf of Starfleet, welcome to the Enterprise.” Archer smiled, mirroring the bow before straightening up and beginning to introduce the rest of them. Hoshi translated as best she could, the Lapuzi smiling and chuckling once or twice as she made mistakes, but once Archer had introduced Trip and T’pol it became clear that she was their focus. Trip and T’pol received little beyond a smile and a nod when they were introduced, but as Archer gestured to her and explained her role, the face of The Captain lit up.

“Ah, ginsal Hoshi Lin, magdra tolun tanasi. Covu gliln atrichuc?”

Archer looked at her expectantly and Hoshi forced a nervous smile, trying to piece together what had been said.

“Um, she said ‘thank you, Ensign Hoshi, you honour us in our tongue. May we establish…” She frowned and shrugged awkwardly, “I’m not sure what the last word is, maybe ‘dialogue’ or ‘link’ or ‘understanding?’”

“Sounds like they have their own method of translation.” Archer said, “Go ahead.”

Hoshi nodded and glanced at her notes. “Um… ginsal, Lapuzia Lin, Sal glin atrichuc, moji.”

The Captain smiled, stepped forwards, grabbed Hoshi by the back of her head and pulled her into the most amazing kiss of her life.

“Mh!” Hoshi squeaked, eyes wide as suddenly the Lapuzia Captain was pressed against her front, tilting her head upwards to meet her own. Her tongue was hot and wet and sweet, and seemed to wrap around Hoshi’s own twice over as their lips met. Stars danced in front of her eyes and she trembled from head to toe, a cocktail of conflicting emotions rolling through her. Shock, fear, indignance, lust, delight, arousal, embarrassment.

Then the kiss was over and Hoshi stumbled back, panting for breath. The Captain’s lipstick was smeared over her lips, a bright blue mark no-one could mistake.

“My thanks, Ensign Hoshi.” The Captain smiled cheerfully. “Your understanding of our language after such a short time of study is impressive, but this will make things far smoother for us all.”

Hoshi blinked, stunned by more than just The Captain’s perfect English. She vaguely recognised that both Trip and T’pol’s hands had gone to their phase pistols when The Captain had kissed her.

She cleared her throat and tried to wipe the lipstick mark off her face. “O… of course… you’re welcome.” Her voice was a small, timid squeak that only made her even more embarrassed as her crewmates stared at her. “Um… h… how did that w… work?”

“Our people have limited psychic abilities.” The Captain smiled, “With one another, physical contact is enough to establish a communion, but we’ve found that with outside species, we must lower their mental defences to be able to properly exchange information. Surprise is enough in most cases, and intimate contact is much less threatening than other ways we could surprise those we wish to speak with.”

“I see.” Archer said, a little stiffly. “For us that kind of contact is a little invasive.”

“Of course, I humbly apologise.” The Captain bowed her head, “But again, we thought it less threatening than an attack.”

“You don’t say.” Trip said dryly.

“I’m… I’m alright Captain.” Hoshi mumbled, cheeks burning.

“I’m afraid only a rudimentary language exchange was possible with such brief contact.” The Captain said, “Perhaps, if Ensign Hoshi were willing, a longer communion could be performed. It would allow a deeper exchange of cultural and historical information, we’ve found it very effective for expanding our understandings of other species and making diplomatic meetings far more convenient.”

“How efficient.” T’pol sighed.

“I don’t think…” Archer began, but Hoshi interrupted him before realising what she was actually saying.

“I’d be willing!” she agreed eagerly, before flushing deeply and avoiding Archer’s eyes. “Um, with your permission, Captain. I think it could help us understand one another, just like The Captain says.”

Archer looked at her, surprised. T’pol wore her usual vaguely disapproving stare, and Trip was trying not to laugh, but eventually Archer nodded. “I trust your judgement, Ensign. So long as this is just an exchange, as you’ve described. Why don’t we reconvene for dinner in The Captain’s dining room in an hour?”

“That sounds most agreeable, Captain Archer.” The Lapuzia captain smiled, “I look forward to speaking with you.”

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“N… no.” Hoshi sobbed, not ten minutes later, “Please… it’s too… too much.”

The instant the doors to her cabin had slid closed all three Lapuzia had pounced on her, shredding her uniform and throwing her down onto her bed. All of their smiles and charm had vanished as they revealed themselves to be nothing more than hungry predators, and Hoshi their helpless prey.

One Lapuzia had her ankles in a death grip, spreading her legs wide and lifting her hips up off the bed to meet her face. A long, pointed, prehensile tongue was wriggling and coiling from the grinning Lapuzia’s lips, stabbing down into Hoshi’s virgin asshole and burrowing deep inside her.

A second alien was straddling Hoshi’s chest, her tight rump wiggling right in front of the powerless ensign’s face as the Lapuzia forced her own foot-long tongue into Hoshi’s sopping pussy. Two pairs of blue-painted lips, kissed at Hoshi’s flesh as they nuzzled tight against her pussy and ass, their tongues ravishing her holes with wet, greedy motions. Lipstick smeared over her crotch as the Lapuzia devoured her, tingling against her skin as it stained her.

The Lapuzia Captain was holding Hoshi’s wrists over her head, crouching over the squirming linguist and giving her a taste of her own ‘mother tongue.’ The little human was a delight, tiny and helpless and delicious. Tasting new species was always fun, a literal world of flavour completely different from all the ones she’d tasted before, but Hoshi was even more delectable than most.

Lapuzia didn’t just have some of the longest tongues in the quadrant, they were also by far the most sensitive. The Captain could taste what Hoshi had eaten for breakfast the previous week, exactly how much toothpaste she’d used that morning, even the ph. of the water she’d drunk on the bridge.

Using her tongue to sneak into the human girl’s mind and steal her secrets? That was even easier.

The Captain purred a she tangled her prehensile snake of a tongue with Hoshi’s cute little muscle, drinking in the taste of her victim as she mined the little human bitch for information. Her lips smacked and smeared more psychoactive resin over Hoshi’s panting mouth, drugging the linguist into an orgasmic trance and opening up her psyche for The Captain to explore.

“F… fuck… m… my head feels so… fuzzy.” Hoshi whined as The Captain took a moment to re-apply her lipstick before attacking her again. “Please… l… let me go.”

The Captain silenced her and resumed her work, enjoying the needy whimpers and groans the human made as she was kissed into oblivion and back.

Humanity was a fascinating little species, The Captain thought, filing through Hoshi’s memories as her crew tonguefucked the girl’s holes in well-practiced harmony. The Human race had barely set foot off their tiny planet and already they were proving themselves to be a force to be reckoned with. They’d made enemies with the Suliban, thoroughly humiliated the Vulcans, made tenuous but important alliances with the Andorians and Klingons. Yes. These humans were a species to watch out for, and thanks to Hoshi, the Lapuzia could sell their secrets to all of the enemies they’d already made for a fortune!

The Captain laughed and licked over Hoshi’s blushing cheek as the human squealed and drowned her sister’s tongues in her quim. “So many delicious secrets, Hoshi Sato. Almost as delectable as you are.” She grinned and forced another kiss onto Hoshi, releasing her wrists to clutch her by the scalp and push deeply against her sloppy lips.

Hoshi’s eyes rolled in her head, her hips bucking against the fantastic tongues exploring every inch of her most sensitive spots. She just couldn’t stop cumming, and every time she did she could feel how the Lapuzia snuck into her brain and stole her secrets. God, this was going to be the biggest disaster in human history! All of Starfleet’s knowledge, all the protocols and practices, stolen away to be sold to the highest bidder, and all Hoshi could do was moan and tremble and cum her pathetic brains out whilst it happened!

A tongue flicked her clit and sent a shockwave of bliss through her system. The security codes for the Enterprise were plucked from her memory.

Lips pressed flush against her asshole, forcing another tongue deep into her guts. The names and locations of every ship in Starfleet slipped from her mind.

Wet, warm spit flooded her mouth as more and more drugged lipstick was painted onto her skin. Everywhere The Enterprise had ever been and everything it had ever done was stolen and filed away for later.

Hoshi came again, legs kicking and chest heaving. All around her the Lapuzia laughed, stroking and squeezing and slapping her naked body as it lay helpless in their grasp. Tongues slithered from her conquered holes as she panted and quaked, beginning to slather her sweat-licked flesh, savouring the flavour of their conquest.

As her crew began pulling out a fresh uniform for Hoshi, the Lapuzia captain cradled the drooling ensign in her lap and gently pressed her tongue between her gasping lips one last time.

“Thank you, Hoshi.” She whispered into the poor human’s mind, “You’ve been very helpful.”

The Captain recoiled her tongue and let Hoshi flop onto the bed, the memories of their encounter completely erased as she lay stewing in an orgasmic haze.

After a few minutes consciousness returned.

Hoshi sat up blushing furiously, blue lipstick marks covering her entire body from head to toe, the taste of some exotic spice lingering on her tongue.

The Lapuzia captain sat perched on the edge of her bed, innocently re-applying her lipstick. She smiled as Hoshi gasped and began hurriedly re-dressing, savouring the taste of the secrets she’d stolen.

“Shall we join your captain for dinner then, Ensign Sato?”

“Y… yes!” Hoshi nodded, face as brightly red as the lipstick still marking her was blue.

As she made another futile attempt to wipe herself down and ran for the door, the Lapuzia captain smiled and followed, wondering what secrets that lovely Vulcan woman might be hiding under her suit.