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Fic: Mount Pain-- ST XI-- Kirk/Tentacles and Kirk/Spock
Title: Mount Pain
Author:imasupermuteant
Beta:studyingstones2
Pairing: Kirk/Tentacle monster, mentions of Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Tentacles, mild Non-Con, sexpollen sweat
Summary: Jim is looking for a good time on Risa tonight, he finds more than he was expecting.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tentacle_fest. For the prompt: "On an exploratory away mission, one crewmember falls afoul of a tentacle creature; another finds them. Do they rescue them? Join in?" I decided that shore leave on Rrisa = an exploratory away mission... If you know what I mean.
This accidentally ended up as a sequel to that other fic I wrote for the same fest, so now it's a seriessort of! Yay!
Stardate 2259.10 9:45 pm
Jim Kirk was having an amazing shore leave.
Three days of wallowing in alcohol and sexual depravity had left him with a pleasant glow, a goofy grin, and a depleted bank account. Since was his very last night to party it up on Risa, Jim had decided to visit his very favorite spot for one final bash.
He was dressed his very sluttiest for the occasion, with a pair of jeans that hugged his ass and fell low enough to reveal the slope of his hip bones and the faint fuzz of pubic hair. His soft cotton button-up had been left open to show off the muscled plane of his abdomen and the barbell piercing through his left nipple.
Here, in the trendy new bar which was the focal point of the pleasure spa at Mount Pain, James Tiberius Kirk was no one's captain, no one's friend or confidant, just a pretty face and a nice ass. Jim reveled in the feeling even as he downed another saurian brandy.
Leaning back against the bar, posing as only Jim Kirk could pose, Jim let his eyes drift across the crowd as he searched for the night's entertainment. There was a human woman at the corner of the bar with her eyes on Jim's crotch, but Jim could already tell that she was a bottom and he was looking for someone to dominate him, not the other way around.
Jim caught a glance of Scotty and Chekov making their way through the bar, headed for the door to the back rooms where Mount Pain's main attractions lay. He briefly indulged in a fantasy involving Chekov tied down to one of the patent Mount Pain bondage chairs with Scotty doing decidedly indecent things to him, and then his fantasy switched to Chekov grinning wickedly as he secured Scotty into one of the Mount Pain stocks. He frowned as he struggled over who to imagine on top.
Sometimes Kirk got a little too involved in his fantasies (Bones told him this all the time, usually with a scowl), so he didn't notice the strange almost-humanoid male that slid up onto the stool next to him.
"Buy you a drink?" The voice asked him, a faint rattle in the back of his throat labeling him definitely inhuman.
Jim turned to look at the stranger and wasn't exactly disgusted by what he saw. He was a open-minded, free thinking guy, and he'd had plenty of sex with people of other species, but a buff blue-skinned man was not his intended final destination for the evening.
"No thanks." Jim said with a grin, "Not that you aren't... interesting."
"It's a drink, not a marriage, let me treat you to something." Not insulted at all, the blue man leaned in close enough that Jim caught a whiff of some faint scent, much like a combination of cranberries and nutmeg. He inhaled sharply, giving the strange alien a smile.
"I..." Somewhere in Jim's mind he was remembering the tall blonde femdom he had been dreaming of when he came to Mount Pain earlier in the evening. And yet this guy did smell fantastic and he was blue. "Sure."
The guy graced him with a bright (blue) smile and made a quick gesture at the bartender.
"Let me guess," He said, looking at Jim just the way Jim liked to be looked at (as if he were a piece of meat), "You're bottoming tonight."
He really did smell delicious, Jim thought, "That was the plan."
"You're not going to find a good domme here at the bar." The stranger told him, "All the best ones are booked weeks in advance."
"A man can dream, can't he?" Jim asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"I could always show you a good time."
Jim stood and pushed himself away from the bar, still smiling although tensing for a conflict, "No thanks, I'm kind of looking for someone less male tonight."
"Oh no," The man said, standing to his full height and revealing a mass of writhing tentacles where any other humanoid's legs would be, "I insist."
"Oh my god." Jim said, his eyes widening as he took in the stranger's body, his nose flaring as he breathed in that fantastic scent "I mean, you... Are those all yours? Fuck."
"I have a private room, if you'd like to tag along?" The man said, his tentacles twining coyly around Jim's ankles. That smell was becoming even more fantastic, making Jim's head feel light.
"Umm..." Jim was struggling to remember why he had rejected the guy in the first place, "What was your name again?"
"You can call me Ylthenilu." The blue man told him, "My room is right this way."
Jim followed, his eyes locked on those mesmerizing coils.
"You smell really good, did you know?"
Stardate 2259.11 7:30 am
"Uhn." Jim groaned, trying to push himself even further onto the thick tentacle which relentlessly twisted within him, slick with lube and Ylthenilu's own secretions.
"Ahn!" He cried, half in pain and half in arousal, unable to make any more noise past the tentacle that was winding it's way into his mouth.
Ythenilu himself leaned back at his leisure, holding Jim suspended and impaled by his coils. Jim panted in arousal, an arousal that hadn't relented for almost eight hours.
His skin was covered in bruises, long red welts developing from tentacles that had held him too long and too hard. A single tentacle wrapped itself around Jim's cock, jerking him hard and fast.
That incredible smell had filled the room, sending Jim's head reeling and pushing him even further into impossible arousal.
Jim was being smothered in tentacles even as Ythenilu sat back and enjoyed the view. Something was wrapping around him, something was pushing into him in every orifice, something was beeping...
Beeping?
"Mmmmph." Jim cried, someone was trying to comm him!
"I think you should come now." Ythenilu said calmly.
"Mmmmph!" Jim said, impossibly aroused and yet desperately attempting to reach his comm. He had been expected back at the ship nearly an hour ago.
"Come." Ythenilu ordered.
Jim came, screaming, and forgot all about his lateness or the ship or his communicator, which was still beeping.
"Good boy." Ythenilu told him with a suave smile. Not a single tentacle relented, however, continuing to ungulate even as his tempting scent began to increase Jim's arousal yet again.
"Ah!" Jim screamed, tentacles dragging across over-sensitized flesh.
"You want more." Ythenilu ordered, his scent becoming overwhelming and his voice mesmerizing.
"Mmmph." Jim agreed.
"You want to get off again." Ythenilu told him.
"Yes yes yes!" Jim wanted to gasp out, although with the tentacle in the way it came out as more of a "Mmmphsss!"
"That's a good boy." Ythenilu told him, "Such a good slut, you are..."
"Captain?"
"Arrck!" Jim gasped. Spock? Spock was here? He wasn't done!
"Captain I believe you are in an unsafe situation."
"Get out!" Ythenilu relegated a number of tentacles to attacking Spock, allowing Jim to droop to the ground.
"No!" Jim cried, "Fuck! Come back!" he reached out for the nearest tentacle, unable to walk.
"Please remove yourself from the Captain's person." Spock commanded.
"I'll be right back, baby." Ythenilu growled dangerously as he wrapped a tentacle around Spock's throat.
"Fuck!" Jim screamed. The lack of stimulation was quickly becoming just as painful as the repeated orgasms.
As the last tentacles fell away from Jim in order to better kill Spock, Jim toppled over. His head slammed against the floor, making the world go gray and confusing.
A bang, shuffles, the sound of phaser-fire. Jim tried to tell Spock that he needed what Ythenilu was giving him, that he was going to burst from the burning arousal that wouldn't go away, but he couldn't bring himself to life his head from the floor, and soon enough he was unconscious.
Stardate 2259.11 6:15 pm
"How's it going, kid?"
Jim Kirk was having possibly the worst day of his entire life.
"I think I got run over by a Klingon warship." He groaned, trying to push himself off the biobed but finding himself unable to struggle up.
"You'd better feel that way." McCoy told him, jabbing him forcefully with a hypospray. Jim didn't complain, he knew that McCoy was always harder with the shots when he was upset.
"What happened?"
"You got picked up by an Incudulan." Bones grumbled.
"And what's that when it's at home?" Jim asked, poking at a livid bruise on his arm.
McCoy gave him the 'I'm a doctor, not an preschool teacher' look, but told him anyway.
"Big, blue, tentacles? Ring any bells?"
"Ummm... Yes?" Jim could remember something along those lines. A guy at a bar, maybe?
"Their sweat glands produce a psychotropic aphrodisiac." McCoy explained, "you would have fucked yourself into a heart attack or suffocated if you'd stayed there any longer."
Jim laughed, "I almost fucked myself to death?"
"Don't you be laughing." McCoy growled, "Only you would be capable of such a dumbass stunt."
"Love you too Bones." Jim chuckled.
"You'd better thank the hobgoblin too." McCoy told him as he moved to run a dermal regenerator over Jim's side.
"I'd what?"
"He dragged you out. After you had been affected by a potent aphrodisiac. Do the goddamn math." McCoy growled.
"He... I..." Jim eyes slowly became wider, "Oh my god, what did I do?"
"Do not let the doctor convince you that you acted inappropriately." Spock said, coming up from behind McCoy.
"Good god man!" McCoy shouted, "He stuck his tongue down your throat!"
"I did?"
"It is of no consequence." A faint green tinge appeared on Spock's face.
"I am so sorry." Jim felt like throwing himself in a hole and never coming out.
"I will repeat that it is of no consequence." Spock told him, blushing even more.
"You gave him a hickey." Bones said with gleeful sadism.
"I'm going to die."
Spock did the Vulcan equivalent of rolling his eyes, something that amounted to a slight twitch in the corner of his eyebrow.
"Captain." Spock said firmly, despite his obvious and raging embarrassment, "While you did make certain unprecedented... Advances on my person while affected by the alien contagion I was not in any way disadvantaged by the way you acted. In fact I consider the encounter to be endearing."
"Endearing?" Jim repeated.
"If you find that your... affections were not solely the product of a hallucinogen and you wish to attempt some kind of romantic liaison. I will be in the Officer's Mess at 0900 hours in exactly two days."
"What?!"
"You can buy me a drink." Spock told him, before sweeping out of the room with his head held high and his entire face bright green.
"Did the hobgoblin just ask you out?" Bones asked with a shell shocked.
"Spock just asked me out."
Bones gave Jim a calculating look, "Well at least he doesn't have tentacles."
"Hey!" Jim said, "The tentacles were great!"
"You don't even remember the tentacles."
"I definitely remember the first two or three orgasms."
"I'm leaving." Bones groaned.
"Maybe Spock has some kind of tentacle thing going on..."
"I hate my life." Bones threw his hands up, heading for the exit.
"Do you think he has a green cock?" Jim shouted.
"Fuck you!" Was the last thing Jim heard as Bones fled for his quarters.
Jim Kirk's day was beginning to look up.
Author:
imasupermuteantBeta:
studyingstones2Pairing: Kirk/Tentacle monster, mentions of Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Tentacles, mild Non-Con, sex
Summary: Jim is looking for a good time on Risa tonight, he finds more than he was expecting.
Notes: Written for
tentacle_fest. For the prompt: "On an exploratory away mission, one crewmember falls afoul of a tentacle creature; another finds them. Do they rescue them? Join in?" I decided that shore leave on Rrisa = an exploratory away mission... If you know what I mean. This accidentally ended up as a sequel to that other fic I wrote for the same fest, so now it's a series
Stardate 2259.10 9:45 pm
Jim Kirk was having an amazing shore leave.
Three days of wallowing in alcohol and sexual depravity had left him with a pleasant glow, a goofy grin, and a depleted bank account. Since was his very last night to party it up on Risa, Jim had decided to visit his very favorite spot for one final bash.
He was dressed his very sluttiest for the occasion, with a pair of jeans that hugged his ass and fell low enough to reveal the slope of his hip bones and the faint fuzz of pubic hair. His soft cotton button-up had been left open to show off the muscled plane of his abdomen and the barbell piercing through his left nipple.
Here, in the trendy new bar which was the focal point of the pleasure spa at Mount Pain, James Tiberius Kirk was no one's captain, no one's friend or confidant, just a pretty face and a nice ass. Jim reveled in the feeling even as he downed another saurian brandy.
Leaning back against the bar, posing as only Jim Kirk could pose, Jim let his eyes drift across the crowd as he searched for the night's entertainment. There was a human woman at the corner of the bar with her eyes on Jim's crotch, but Jim could already tell that she was a bottom and he was looking for someone to dominate him, not the other way around.
Jim caught a glance of Scotty and Chekov making their way through the bar, headed for the door to the back rooms where Mount Pain's main attractions lay. He briefly indulged in a fantasy involving Chekov tied down to one of the patent Mount Pain bondage chairs with Scotty doing decidedly indecent things to him, and then his fantasy switched to Chekov grinning wickedly as he secured Scotty into one of the Mount Pain stocks. He frowned as he struggled over who to imagine on top.
Sometimes Kirk got a little too involved in his fantasies (Bones told him this all the time, usually with a scowl), so he didn't notice the strange almost-humanoid male that slid up onto the stool next to him.
"Buy you a drink?" The voice asked him, a faint rattle in the back of his throat labeling him definitely inhuman.
Jim turned to look at the stranger and wasn't exactly disgusted by what he saw. He was a open-minded, free thinking guy, and he'd had plenty of sex with people of other species, but a buff blue-skinned man was not his intended final destination for the evening.
"No thanks." Jim said with a grin, "Not that you aren't... interesting."
"It's a drink, not a marriage, let me treat you to something." Not insulted at all, the blue man leaned in close enough that Jim caught a whiff of some faint scent, much like a combination of cranberries and nutmeg. He inhaled sharply, giving the strange alien a smile.
"I..." Somewhere in Jim's mind he was remembering the tall blonde femdom he had been dreaming of when he came to Mount Pain earlier in the evening. And yet this guy did smell fantastic and he was blue. "Sure."
The guy graced him with a bright (blue) smile and made a quick gesture at the bartender.
"Let me guess," He said, looking at Jim just the way Jim liked to be looked at (as if he were a piece of meat), "You're bottoming tonight."
He really did smell delicious, Jim thought, "That was the plan."
"You're not going to find a good domme here at the bar." The stranger told him, "All the best ones are booked weeks in advance."
"A man can dream, can't he?" Jim asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"I could always show you a good time."
Jim stood and pushed himself away from the bar, still smiling although tensing for a conflict, "No thanks, I'm kind of looking for someone less male tonight."
"Oh no," The man said, standing to his full height and revealing a mass of writhing tentacles where any other humanoid's legs would be, "I insist."
"Oh my god." Jim said, his eyes widening as he took in the stranger's body, his nose flaring as he breathed in that fantastic scent "I mean, you... Are those all yours? Fuck."
"I have a private room, if you'd like to tag along?" The man said, his tentacles twining coyly around Jim's ankles. That smell was becoming even more fantastic, making Jim's head feel light.
"Umm..." Jim was struggling to remember why he had rejected the guy in the first place, "What was your name again?"
"You can call me Ylthenilu." The blue man told him, "My room is right this way."
Jim followed, his eyes locked on those mesmerizing coils.
"You smell really good, did you know?"
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Stardate 2259.11 7:30 am
"Uhn." Jim groaned, trying to push himself even further onto the thick tentacle which relentlessly twisted within him, slick with lube and Ylthenilu's own secretions.
"Ahn!" He cried, half in pain and half in arousal, unable to make any more noise past the tentacle that was winding it's way into his mouth.
Ythenilu himself leaned back at his leisure, holding Jim suspended and impaled by his coils. Jim panted in arousal, an arousal that hadn't relented for almost eight hours.
His skin was covered in bruises, long red welts developing from tentacles that had held him too long and too hard. A single tentacle wrapped itself around Jim's cock, jerking him hard and fast.
That incredible smell had filled the room, sending Jim's head reeling and pushing him even further into impossible arousal.
Jim was being smothered in tentacles even as Ythenilu sat back and enjoyed the view. Something was wrapping around him, something was pushing into him in every orifice, something was beeping...
Beeping?
"Mmmmph." Jim cried, someone was trying to comm him!
"I think you should come now." Ythenilu said calmly.
"Mmmmph!" Jim said, impossibly aroused and yet desperately attempting to reach his comm. He had been expected back at the ship nearly an hour ago.
"Come." Ythenilu ordered.
Jim came, screaming, and forgot all about his lateness or the ship or his communicator, which was still beeping.
"Good boy." Ythenilu told him with a suave smile. Not a single tentacle relented, however, continuing to ungulate even as his tempting scent began to increase Jim's arousal yet again.
"Ah!" Jim screamed, tentacles dragging across over-sensitized flesh.
"You want more." Ythenilu ordered, his scent becoming overwhelming and his voice mesmerizing.
"Mmmph." Jim agreed.
"You want to get off again." Ythenilu told him.
"Yes yes yes!" Jim wanted to gasp out, although with the tentacle in the way it came out as more of a "Mmmphsss!"
"That's a good boy." Ythenilu told him, "Such a good slut, you are..."
"Captain?"
"Arrck!" Jim gasped. Spock? Spock was here? He wasn't done!
"Captain I believe you are in an unsafe situation."
"Get out!" Ythenilu relegated a number of tentacles to attacking Spock, allowing Jim to droop to the ground.
"No!" Jim cried, "Fuck! Come back!" he reached out for the nearest tentacle, unable to walk.
"Please remove yourself from the Captain's person." Spock commanded.
"I'll be right back, baby." Ythenilu growled dangerously as he wrapped a tentacle around Spock's throat.
"Fuck!" Jim screamed. The lack of stimulation was quickly becoming just as painful as the repeated orgasms.
As the last tentacles fell away from Jim in order to better kill Spock, Jim toppled over. His head slammed against the floor, making the world go gray and confusing.
A bang, shuffles, the sound of phaser-fire. Jim tried to tell Spock that he needed what Ythenilu was giving him, that he was going to burst from the burning arousal that wouldn't go away, but he couldn't bring himself to life his head from the floor, and soon enough he was unconscious.
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Stardate 2259.11 6:15 pm
"How's it going, kid?"
Jim Kirk was having possibly the worst day of his entire life.
"I think I got run over by a Klingon warship." He groaned, trying to push himself off the biobed but finding himself unable to struggle up.
"You'd better feel that way." McCoy told him, jabbing him forcefully with a hypospray. Jim didn't complain, he knew that McCoy was always harder with the shots when he was upset.
"What happened?"
"You got picked up by an Incudulan." Bones grumbled.
"And what's that when it's at home?" Jim asked, poking at a livid bruise on his arm.
McCoy gave him the 'I'm a doctor, not an preschool teacher' look, but told him anyway.
"Big, blue, tentacles? Ring any bells?"
"Ummm... Yes?" Jim could remember something along those lines. A guy at a bar, maybe?
"Their sweat glands produce a psychotropic aphrodisiac." McCoy explained, "you would have fucked yourself into a heart attack or suffocated if you'd stayed there any longer."
Jim laughed, "I almost fucked myself to death?"
"Don't you be laughing." McCoy growled, "Only you would be capable of such a dumbass stunt."
"Love you too Bones." Jim chuckled.
"You'd better thank the hobgoblin too." McCoy told him as he moved to run a dermal regenerator over Jim's side.
"I'd what?"
"He dragged you out. After you had been affected by a potent aphrodisiac. Do the goddamn math." McCoy growled.
"He... I..." Jim eyes slowly became wider, "Oh my god, what did I do?"
"Do not let the doctor convince you that you acted inappropriately." Spock said, coming up from behind McCoy.
"Good god man!" McCoy shouted, "He stuck his tongue down your throat!"
"I did?"
"It is of no consequence." A faint green tinge appeared on Spock's face.
"I am so sorry." Jim felt like throwing himself in a hole and never coming out.
"I will repeat that it is of no consequence." Spock told him, blushing even more.
"You gave him a hickey." Bones said with gleeful sadism.
"I'm going to die."
Spock did the Vulcan equivalent of rolling his eyes, something that amounted to a slight twitch in the corner of his eyebrow.
"Captain." Spock said firmly, despite his obvious and raging embarrassment, "While you did make certain unprecedented... Advances on my person while affected by the alien contagion I was not in any way disadvantaged by the way you acted. In fact I consider the encounter to be endearing."
"Endearing?" Jim repeated.
"If you find that your... affections were not solely the product of a hallucinogen and you wish to attempt some kind of romantic liaison. I will be in the Officer's Mess at 0900 hours in exactly two days."
"What?!"
"You can buy me a drink." Spock told him, before sweeping out of the room with his head held high and his entire face bright green.
"Did the hobgoblin just ask you out?" Bones asked with a shell shocked.
"Spock just asked me out."
Bones gave Jim a calculating look, "Well at least he doesn't have tentacles."
"Hey!" Jim said, "The tentacles were great!"
"You don't even remember the tentacles."
"I definitely remember the first two or three orgasms."
"I'm leaving." Bones groaned.
"Maybe Spock has some kind of tentacle thing going on..."
"I hate my life." Bones threw his hands up, heading for the exit.
"Do you think he has a green cock?" Jim shouted.
"Fuck you!" Was the last thing Jim heard as Bones fled for his quarters.
Jim Kirk's day was beginning to look up.
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So glad that you liked it ^_^
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Jim laughed, "I almost fucked myself to death?"
"Don't you be laughing." McCoy growled, "Only you would be capable of such a dumbass stunt."
*dies*
And Spock asking Kirk out was full of win. And Kirk at the end, ahahahaha.
You rock.
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