Disclaimer: Star Trek: The Next Generation belongs to Paramount Television.
This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 03/31/2005

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, mind control, female/female sex

Category: Slash

Pairing: Troi/Crusher

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After the Enterprise begins its journey home from its latest
mission, a strong sudden yerning has urged Deanna to go mate with Beverly.

Other Notes: The stardate in the story -- 3291960.29 -- is actually Marina
Sirtis' birthdate and the number of TV and Movie projects that she had done
so far.

Dedication: Happy Belated Birthday to Marina Sirtis! -ATK 2005

Star Trek - The Next Generation: A Doctor's Tender Care
Author: Andrew Troy Keller
Email: [email protected] com

You know, there is always this old piece of humanoid logic which states that
no matter how much two people would keep on saying to each other that they
would be just friends, something unexpected would come around and cause one
or both of them to think otherwise.

Case in point: It was on Stardate 3291960.29 that a Galaxy-Class Starship
known as the USS Enterprise(NCC-1710-D)has just compleated its task of
charting a newfound star system that another Starfleet vessel has discovered,
while on a routine patrol along the Romulian Neutral Zone.

The ship's commanding officer, Captain Jean-Luc Picard had turned towards
his second-in-command, Commander William T. Riker and asked, "Had all of the
scanners gathered the required information on this sector, Number One?"

"As a matter of fact, Captain. They had done so," answered a smiling Will,
after he had checked on the sensor boards. "And if I'm not mistaken, there's
enough information inside these sensor logs to keep the Federation scientists
happy for decades to come."

"Well, in that case, I do believe that it's time for us to return home," said
a pleased Jean-Luc, just before he had ordered the ship's navigator to set a
course for good old planet Earth.

But then, after the course has been set and the ship has started heading
its way towards home, Will had looked over at his half-Betazoid shipmate,
Counselor Deanna Troi, noticed that she was sweating and having trouble
catching her breath, placed his caring hand on her shoulder and asked,
"Deanna, are you okay?"

"You...don't worry, Will," answered Deanna, after she
had removed Will's hand from her shoulder and wiped the sweat off of her
forehead. "I' fine."

"Actually, Deanna. You don't look fine," said a concerned Will, just as he
was about to place his hand on Deanna's forehead. "Are you sure that you're
not coming down with some sort of space-bug or...?"

But before he was able to say another word, an upset Deanna had quickly
turned her head towards Will and yelled, "LOOK, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! I'VE TOLD

And then, after she had realized what she had said and quickly placed her
hands over her mouth, an equally-concerned Jean-Luc had walked over to a
wide-eyed Deanna, placed his friendly hand on her shoulder and said, "It's
quite alright, Counselor. I do understand that you really didn't mean to say
that. However, until we're all satisfied that this new ailment of yours would
not endanger the rest of the crew, I hereby order you to go to sickbay and
have Doctor Crusher give you a through examination."

Then, after she had realized that Jean-Luc was right, Deanna had gotten
herself out of her seat, excused herself from the bridge and took the
turbolift down to the level where sickbay just happens to be.

Just then, after she had stepped out of the turbolift and started walking
towards the sickbay, a sudden smile has appeared on Deanna's face, just
before she had slowly licked her lips.

And then, after she had walked into the sickbay and noticed the ship's chief
medical officer, Doctor Beverly Crusher going over some past medical records,
Deanna had taken two short steps towards her and said, "Beverly."

And after she had heard someone saying her name and looked up to see that it
was Deanna, a relieved Beverly had turned off her monitor and said, "Deanna,
I'm so glad that it was you. Jean-Luc had told me that you must've came into
contact with some sort of space-bug. So, why don't you lie yourself down and
I'll try to find out what type of bug it is?"

"Actually, Beverly. I do have a yerning," said Deanna, while she was removing
her Starfleet uniform. "A yerning that truly goes beyond a doctor's tender

Then suddenly, after she had turned around to ask Deanna what she was talking
about, a shocked Beverly had discovered a nude Deanna stroking her firm
breasts and carressing her hot, wet pussy, causing her to grab a blanket off
of one of the medi-beds, wrap it around Deanna's nude body and ask, "Deanna,
what's wrong with you? Have you gone nuts?"

"Oooohhhh, noooo. I'm not crazy at all, Beverly," answered a small-smiling
Deanna, after she had placed her hand on Beverly's cheek. "I just feel warm,
that's all. Don't you feel warm, Beverly?"

And then, just as she was about to answer Deanna's question, a sudden
unexpected warmth had came upon the reluctant medical officer, causing her
to release the blanket from her hands and allow it to drop down to the floor,
take off all of her clothes and gently place her hand on top of Deanna's.

Then, after they had placed themselves on one of the medi-beds, Deanna had
used some of her mental power to make a stiff cock appear above her hot,
moist snatch, just before she had placed it inside Beverly's cunt and started
sucking on the tips of her stiff mounds.

"Aaaahhhh! What are you doing? Please, Deanna! Don't do this! Stop! Oooohhhh,
please don't stop!" said Beverly, after she had placed her hands on Deanna's
bare back. "Yeeessss! That's it! Do it, Deanna! Fuck me! I want you to fuck
me! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, at that exact moment, Beverly had suddenly realized that even
though she was under the mental control of a suddenly-unstable Deanna, she
was experiencing something that she hadn't experienced with another woman
before, for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying
every minute of it.

Just then, after Deanna had placed her newly-formed cock inside Beverly's
asshole and used each of her hands to carress both Beverly's breasts and
pussy, a sexually-energized Beverly had placed her hands on Deanna's naked

And then, after they had started moving harder and faster and their
lovemaking has reached its final assignment aboard a Starfleet freighter,
the two newfound lesbian lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

After they were both finally able to catch their breath and Deanna's cock
had finally disappeared, Beverly had placed her head on Deanna's chest, let
out a sigh and said, "Oooohhhh, Deanna. That felt ssssoooo gooood. Just out
of curiousity, what had caused what just happened between us?"

"I'm sorry, Beverly. I really didn't mean for it to happen," answered Deanna,
after she had placed her gentle hand on Beverly's head. "It's just that on
the eve of a Betazoid woman's 45th birthday, a certain gland inside her body
causes her to unleash the exact amount of mental energy, which had caused her
to experience a yerning to make wild and passionate love to the one female
who she had became close to."

And after she had realized what Deanna was saying to be the truth, a smiling
Beverly had placed her friendly hand on Deanna's shoulder and said, "You
don't need to apologize, Deanna. It's okay. However, I would suggest that you
don't say any of this to Will, because I really don't think that he'll be
able to handle it."

Then, after they had shared a small giggle between them, both Deanna and
Beverly had snuggled up to each other and fell asleep within their naked
arms, while the rest of the crew of the USS Enterprise had kept on doing
their normal routines.

Just then, after the ship has returned to the spacedock that was orbiting the
Earth, a curious Will had looked over at Deanna, noticed that she was back to
full health and said, "I'm glad that you're feeling better, Deanna. Did
Beverly give you something for your little space-bug?"

"She sure did, Will. She sure did," answered a smiling Deanna, after she and
Beverly had looked and winked at each other.



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