
Star Trek Hunter
Episode 9: The Library
Scene 10: Denobulan Nail Care
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Denobulan Nail Care
Denobulan Nail Care
Kenny Dolphin found taking care of Birlaura’s fingernails and toenails a delightful chore, if a very involved one. The tutorial for denobulan nail care was well over an hour long and extremely detailed. Keeping her nails trim, healthy, strong and neat took a large number of tools, solvents, lacquers and other chemicals. Denobulan nails grew non-stop and very thick, making them excellent for climbing and extremely dangerous in combat.
What made the chore delightful was Birlaura, who was an outrageous flirt, and a brilliant conversationalist. She also rewarded Dolphin’s attentions with superb, expert massages.
“You know denobulans never thought about having sex with other species,” Birlaura said. “That was a human innovation. My mother remembers when the vulcans discovered humans - she was a little girl.”
“That was about 340 years ago,” Dolphin said.
“That sounds about right. From all the trouble you caused, everyone thought humans were going to be worse than the klingons. We were worried the vulcans wouldn’t be able to control you. But we also assumed the klingons or the nausicaans or someone else would make short work of you before you became too much of a nuisance. Our galaxy was so small back then. We stayed close to our own star system. We knew only a few spacefaring species. None of them seemed all that cuddly.”
Birlaura lightly slapped Kenny’s butt before continuing the back massage. “Then we started hearing stories of humans and vulcans getting it on and we thought, why in this galaxy would anyone want to have sex with a human? Or worse yet a vulcan? Being a reasonably open-minded and curious species, we set out to find answers to those questions. Turns out you humans are a lot of fun in bed when you’re not all uptight about things. Vulcans are even more fun when they’re going through Pon Farr.”
“Quit playing with my butt…” Dolphin said. He followed that with a high pitched “woo” sound in response to her hand doing something fairly naughty.
“Oh what is your hang-up, Dolphin Kenny Dolphin?” Birlaura teased. “You’re no longer a married man.”
“But you are a married woman…”
“I’m still free. I only have two husbands. I haven’t taken my third yet. I’m still young - want to shop around. Have fun. And now that I know who you really are, I would love to have your children - just for the simple irony of it. Imagine - the man who worried so publicly about the impact of hybrid children on humanity having a secret half-denobulan love child… Come to think of it, I’m amazed you haven’t gotten propositions from women of every species - bajorans, klingons, cardassians… nausicaans…” Birlaura laid down on Dolphin’s back, hooked her feet around his, cinching his legs. She placed her hands at the base of his skull and stretched him with gentle, pulsing movements.
“There have only been three women in my life,” Dolphin said, between gentle grunting sounds as his back stretched slightly. “Only one of them was human.”
“Any denobulans?”
“Well, that’s complicated. Apparently I had an affair with a woman who was half vulcan, half betazoid, but had herself surgically altered to appear denobulan. I don’t remember much about it. She used telepathy to remove herself from my conscious memory. I only have a few flashes. She turned out to be a serial killer. Very nearly killed me.”
“That is complicated. And the vulcan girl you told me about yesterday - Pon Farr?”
“Her first time going through it.”
Birlaura lay on Dolphin’s back, stroked his hair. “Alas, my poor, starcrossed Dolphin Kenny Dolphin, when are you ever going to learn to let go and just live for yourself?”
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