M114 - Commander Richard Smith - Nancy Carter
From Create Your Own Story
Commander Smith returned to his ship and raised Lieutenant Moonwalker on the CommLink. He told his Second Officer that when Mrs. Carter was free, he wanted to see her onboard the 5-Ex. Within the hour Lieutenant Moonwalker was leading her towards the ship. The woman was calm. Poised. She met the stares the men cast at her with serene grace, flashing a tentative smile here, a slight nod there. Once up the ramp and inside the bowels of the faster than light vessel, her eyes became wide with wonder. “This is all so… strange,” she commented when she ceased rotating her gaze to take in the sights.
“ There are only a few other ships like it,” Commander Smith said. “That’ll be all, Lieutenant,” he said to Moonwalker who nodded and left the two to sit at his console. After a flight and landing, there was a myriad of tasks to be performed.
“Thank you for coming so promptly,” Commander Smith said and gestured towards a small passageway. “Let’s go to my Quarters so that we can talk privately.” Moonwalker, to his credit, did not snicker nor even look up from his computer screen when he heard that.
As the Captain of the ship, Commander Smith had the only private room onboard. The two Lieutenants shared one room, the Midshipman (Ensign Palmer) and the Boatswain shared another. Everyone else, including Petty Officer Callahan, slept in a common sleeping area. Calling the tiny space a ‘room’ was being generous. It consisted of a bunk built into bulkhead, a set of storage cabinets over the bunk. There was a fold-down desk top, a single chair, and a fold-down sink with a mirror over it. One bulkhead had a series of instruments that displayed vital information about the ship and there was a wall-mounted CommLink.
“Please, sit down, er, Mrs. Carter,” Commander Smith gestured towards the chair as he set on the edge of the bed. He had to hunch forward due to the cabinets over it. She took the seat, arranging the Arab-like robes that both she and the Professor wore as she crossed one leg over the other. “Professor Carter told me about you. *All* about you.”
“Yes, he told me that he had,” she replied, still the picture of a calm, mature, middle-aged Professor’s wife. “We had never discussed what to do in such a situation because…” She gave a small chuckle-- perhaps it was a nervous laugh, “We never thought anyone would ever come here.”
Commander Smith was not an avid poker player, but he had picked up some tricks of the game while a Midshipman back at the Academy. He just looked at her. Not staring, just a blank look. Waiting her out. After a few moments of silence on both their parts, Nancy spoke first. “So what is to become of me?”
‘Bingo.’ Commander Smith thought to himself, she’s scared. Bluffing, but scared. “Well,” he spoke in a calm, level tone, “I have the power and the authority to kill you right now.” He paused, but only briefly, not wanting her to speak again just yet. “But I’m not here to extract vengeance or to punish a crime that might not even be a crime but a case of self-preservation. However, if I am to trust you around my crew, I have know that you trust me.”
She hesitated for only a few seconds before asking, in a voice as calm as Smith’s, “What is it that you want, Captain.”
‘Oh, she is good,’ Smith thought to himself. “I need to see your true form. No matter how ugly or grotesque it might be, as the Captain of this vessel I have to know.”
“Grotesque?” she smiled and tilted her head to one side. After a few seconds, she arose and began to remove her outer garments. “Have you ever considered how your species might appear to others?"
She stood there before him totally naked, except for her sandals. Obviously when one lives in seclusion, underwear is not a necessity. Her body was good for a woman her age. Pear shaped breasts with wide, dark areola. They sagged slightly as one would expect. Her belly was rounded but not a gut. Her thighs were full and well padded. Her pubic hair was a dark ‘bush’. Looking into Smith’s eyes, she smiled again and held her arms out away from her body. Her form began to glow. Purple swirls of light spun around her and her hair disappeared. Her body became thinner. Slender. Her breasts all but disappeared and her legs shrank to coltishness. The white skin turned violet and then translucent. Smith could make out the outlines of her internal organs. Her nose was completed gone, not even nasal openings, and her eyes were saucers with purple centers. When she spoke, her voice echoed, as if there were three people speaking in unison. “Rather repulsive, aren‘t I , Captain?’
Then the process reversed and Commander Smith was left staring at a middle-aged woman getting re-dressed. “How do I know *that* was not an illusion?” he asked her once she had settled back into the chair.
“The same way I know that you won’t kill me,” she replied. “You just have to take a chance.”
Commander Smith set silent for awhile. He felt that he had just been out-bluffed. “Alright,” he said at last, “Then I have one condition for you. You are *not* to alter your form from what it is now. Let the men think that you *are* Nancy Carter.”
She closed her eyes and nodded her head demurely. “A wise precaution, I agree,” she said. Then, upon opening her eyes, she ‘raised the ante’. “But other than that. May I…. feed?” She hastily added, “Your men will most enjoy it, I can assure you.”
“Symbiosis?” Commander Smith smiled. “Yes, I suppose so.” Then he laughed. “In fact, you can ‘feed’ on me if you want. I can’t expose the men to something I wouldn’t risk for myself.’
Mrs. Carter, or the creature calling herself Mrs. Carter, just sat there for a moment; her eyes blinking rapidly. “Even after seeing my true from you would be willing to...?” When Commander Smith nodded, she stood up and stepped way from the chair. “Do want to sit or lie down?” she asked.
“I think I will lie,” Commander Smith answered, stretching out on his bunk and loosening his belt and opening his fly. The woman came over and lifted one of his legs to tug off his boot.
“Since you already know my secret,” she told him as she dropped the boot to the deck and reached for his other leg, “And there is no one else around.” With that boot gone she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and shorts, pulling down on them. Commander Smith arched his back, lifting his butt from the bunk so that she could slide his clothing over his hips. “I can be *any* woman you wish me to be.” Her gazed focused on his cock as it came into view. Licking her lips, she added, “Any woman at all. All you have to do is to think of her.”
