NEW2U: If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic 1/1 (VOY: P/K) [PG-13]
Rae
> This was previously posted to ASC, but I thought I'd post it here. Just felt
> like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
Hee hee hee <collapsing into giggles>
Oh, this is priceless.
> Title: "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic"
> Author: Shayney
> Contact: Shay...@aol.com
> Series: VOY
> Part: 1/1
> Rating: PG-13
> Codes: P/K
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like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
Title: "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic"
Author: Shayney
Contact: Shay...@aol.com
Series: VOY
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG-13
Codes: P/K
Summary: For the challenge Lori issued on ASC: "If _____ wrote
Trek fanfic." Blatant ripoff of "Green Eggs and Ham"!
Date Posted: 15 December 2001
IF DR. SEUSS WROTE TREK FANFIC
Harry, tell me, are you gay?
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
Would you do me here or there?
I would not do you here or there.
I would not do you anywhere.
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
Would you do me in a chute?
Did you like me as a newt?
I would not do you in a chute.
I would not do it with a newt.
I would not do you here or there.
I would not do you anywhere.
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
How about in a Borg cube?
Or inside a Jeffries tube?
Not in a cube.
Not in a tube.
Not in a chute.
Not with a newt.
I would not do you here or there.
I would not do you anywhere.
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
Would you? Could you?
In the =Flyer=?
Do me! Do me!
Take me higher.
I would not, could not, in the =Flyer=.
You may like it.
You will see.
You may like it in a tree!
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in the =Flyer=! You let me be.
I will not do you in a cube.
I will not do you in a tube.
I will not do you in a chute.
I will not do it with a newt.
I will not do you here or there.
I will not do you anywhere.
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
A car! A car!
A car! A car!
Could you, would you, in my car?
Not in your car! Not in a tree!
Not in the =Flyer=! Tom! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a cube.
I could not, would not, in a tube.
I will not do it with a newt.
I will not do you in a chute.
I will not do you here or there.
I will not do you anywhere.
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
Say!
In the dark? Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not, in the dark.
How about in Sandrine's bar?
I would not, could not, in a bar.
Not in the dark. Not in a car.
Not on the =Flyer=. Not in a tree.
I do not want you, Tom, you see.
Not in a cube. Not in a chute.
Not in a tube. Not with a newt.
I will not do you here or there.
I will not do you anywhere!
You're sure you don't like me that way?
Sorry, Tom. I am not gay.
Could you, would you, in your sleep?
I would not, could not, in my sleep.
Would you, could you, with a sheep?
I could not, would not, with a sheep!!!
I will not, will not, in my sleep.
I will not do you in a bar.
I will not do you in your car.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not on the =Flyer=! You let me be!
I will not do you in a cube.
Nor inside a Jeffries tube.
I will not do you in a chute.
I will not do it with a newt.
I will not do you here or there.
I will not do you ANYWHERE!
I like you, Tom, but not that way.
Sorry, but I am not gay.
You do not like it.
So you say.
Try it! Try it!
And you may.
Try it and you may, I say.
Tom!
If you will let me be, I will try it.
You will see.
...........
Hey!
Tom, I *do* like you this way!
I do! I like it! I *am* gay!
And I would do you in my sleep.
(You can forget about the sheep.)
And I would do you in your car.
And in the dark. And in a bar.
And on the =Flyer=. And in a tree.
You are so good, so good, you see!
So I would do you in a cube.
And inside a Jeffries tube.
And I would do you in a chute.
And even if you were a newt.
And I will do you here and there.
Hey! I will do you ANYWHERE!
I do so like doing you this way!
Thank you! Thank you, Tom, I say.
-- Shayney
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Mark Stanley
>
> This was previously posted to ASC, but I thought I'd post it here. Just felt
> like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
>
Yay!
> Title: "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic"
> Author: Shayney
Wonderfully funny, and a perfect adaptation! I read it aloud for the
full effect. :0)
Mark
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Pamela
(I have children nearby who love Dr. Seuss) I did mouth the words. The
effect is a bit like surround sound as opposed to stereo. Just that
little bit more umphf.
A job Very well done.
Pamela
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[PG-13]
> This was previously posted to ASC, but I thought I'd post it here.
Just felt
> like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
>
> Title: "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic"
> Author: Shayney
> Contact: Shay...@aol.com
> Series: VOY
> Part: 1/1
> Rating: PG-13
> Codes: P/K
>
> Summary: For the challenge Lori issued on ASC: "If _____ wrote
> Trek fanfic." Blatant ripoff of "Green Eggs and Ham"!
>
> Date Posted: 15 December 2001
ellen_fremedon
> This was previously posted to ASC, but I thought I'd post it here. Just felt
> like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
>
> Title: "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic"
> Author: Shayney
> Series: VOY
> Part: 1/1
> Rating: PG-13
> Codes: P/K
BWAHAHAHA!!!!
Oh, Shayney, this is simply priceless. Thank you.
> Summary: For the challenge Lori issued on ASC: "If _____ wrote
> Trek fanfic." Blatant ripoff of "Green Eggs and Ham"!
>
> Date Posted: 15 December 2001
Is that challenge still on? I ought to post Deofole on Deorcnese over
to ASC; it's basically 'If the Beowulf poet wrote Star Trek.'
Ellen
Miss Sunbeam
Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
Series: TOS
Code: K/S
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: The song "Always on My Mind" (first
made famous by Elvis Presley) was written by
Wayne Thompson, Mark James, and Johnny
Christopher. Paramount/Viacom owns all Star Trek
material. Paramount/Viacom own "Star
Trek" and all its incarnations.
Summary: Rough sex. Love. Death. K/S.
Archive: Please archive this anywhere, the ASCEM
archives, Trekiverse, Trekslash, anywhere.
Dedication: To Emgee and she knows why.
---------------------------------------------------------------
"Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have"
His feverish face was broad and pink.
"Spock."
His finger tugged at Spock's sleeve.
"Spock."
"I am not sure it is feasible."
"Spock, you were always the right size."
"Jim, you are not well. I am afraid I would only
make things worse."
"Don't deny a dying man."
And he smiled. Jim smiled! At that juncture of
time he smiled! Smiling at the irony of a dying
Jim Kirk! Jim didn't live as normal men did, and
he wouldn't die that way either. "Take off your
clothes, Mr. Spock. That's an order."
Then -- where did he get the strength? -- Jim sat
up and took off his preposterous little hospital
gown.
"Jim, I just do not . . ."
"See. I can prop myself up on these pillows."
"Jim."
"Come on, let me feel you all the way in one last
time. You don't even need a hard-on."
Spock said nothing.
"C'mon, Spock. The lubricant is in that drawer."
******************************
Sulu and Chekhov were in dress uniform waiting
for the ceremony to begin. Small, dark, Asian
men; Jim had liked Chekhov well enough, but Spock
never had. Chekhov had an unforgivable messiness
about him, a messy smile, messy hair, a messy
mind. Now he was sobbing as if Jim's death were
surprising! Had Chekhov thought Jim might never
die?
But Sulu was different. Jim and Spock both liked
Sulu. Sulu was never messy, and he was never shy
about taking his shirt off. Jim had always teased
Spock about how attractive Sulu was. Those
careful little muscles. That dark voice.
Spock lifted his head.
The fantasy they'd had and refined for years. In
a shuttlecraft set on automatic. Making Sulu take
off his clothes and go in the back. They'd take
turns fucking him. Silent manly fucking.
Aimed at the starkest pleasure. It would have
been nice.
"Little things I should have said
and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind"
Had Jim had a lot of unanswered fantasies?
Spock hoped not.
************************************
Jim had lain naked across the hospital pillows,
his pink ass almost feminine in its prominence,
with that farm boy firmness, enticing, pneumatic,
ready, and Spock was suddenly hard as well.
He had undressed while Jim watched. "Now you're
making sense, Spock. Now you're being logical,"
and again that beautiful smile.
And Spock, when he himself was naked, had laid
his head near Jim's and said, "I love you."
"I've always known that, Spock," said Jim with
that boyish joie de vivre that was always Jim's,
even if he was dying.
"And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine"
****************************
Christine was there, dim and haggard as ever, and
Uhura, compact, efficient, still beautiful.
Both had married human men, men with wealth and
pride and big manes of hair, and their men were
there at the funeral, proud to be at the side of
their Starfleet wives.
******************************
"Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have"
Spock reared back and kissed Jim's buttocks.
"This is very difficult for me," he said. The
lubricant was already on his hand.
"Vulcans can't lie, can they? But I want it more
than anything. I can almost feel it." Jim's voice
was low and soft, purring.
Spock climbed on the bed and parted Jim's legs.
Then he knelt between them. The tube of lubricant
was right beside him and he applied it liberally
to Jim's anal opening. Jim was cooing now, and
Spock could see how aroused he was, rocking
against the pillow.
One finger, lubricated and gleaming, long. Spock
inserted it and then gave himself a little smile;
he could feel the part that made Jim melt with
sensation.
Once Spock hadn't known about all that; his mind
had shied away from knowing how those things
worked.
Two fingers, in and out, and Jim moving and
sighing.
He sat back. Jim's wide back, the flare of Jim's
buttocks pink and perfect.
"Spock! More!"
Three fingers. Spock could see Jim clawing at the
pillow, he could see Jim's scrotum tightening
with arousal.
And Spock couldn't help it, he was getting harder
as he watched this; Jim had always been most
arousing.
Four fingers in a wedge. Oh, there was a science
to this; now he was buried to the knuckle in
Jim's ass. He added more lubrication and rocked
himself against the air, Jim's air.
It was logical. It was very logical. Jim might
have been dying, but everyone who was alive was
always dying. After all, they were both there in
this moment and in this moment Jim was alive as
Spock was or as anyone else or even as a newborn
and gasping again and again against Spock's hand.
Jim's golden inhabitation of each second. And
Spock pulled his hand out again and surveyed how
much he'd widened Jim's opening.
"Don't stop," Jim said in his soft voice.
"I have not stopped. I am ready for the final
stage."
"Yes!"
More lubricant, clean-smelling, clear and fluid.
He spread it on his hand up over the wrist, and
on Jim's widened anus, already moist and open.
Spock looked down at himself; he was quite hard.
Logically, dying was one of the conditions of
iving; logically, Jim was dying no more than
Spock was dying.
Spock pushed himself in up to the knuckles; Jim
bit the pillow and screamed softly, rocking back
and forth.
*******************************
Everyone was waiting.
Spock was suddenly proud that he was Vulcan, that
he had centuries of ritual to fall back upon,
that he didn't have to face this alone. That,
while all of Jim's luscious flesh would never
again be seen in this world, Spock could handle
the situation.
He was Spock of Vulcan. He nodded at the small
crowd.
****************************************
Jim's flesh was pinker than usual, expansive, and
Spock looked at the juxtaposition of his fingers
in Jim's ass.
"Oh," Jim had groaned, "when you do that, I know
you know me."
Spock did know his Jim. He would have even if
there had never been that intimacy.
Because Spock always knew things; that was one of
the subtle pleasures of being alien everywhere.
He always had to keep his eyes peeled, as McCoy
had said.
He knew his Jim and loved him. And through
miracles Spock could never begin to comprehend,
Jim had loved him back. Their intimacy had only
grown through the years, so that they were both
best friends and lovers.
It could never have happened on Vulcan, with a
Vulcan, or with any other human, but it had
happened with Jim Kirk.
Oh, how Spock had known him. And it wasn't just
from fucking him or fisting him, although that
was part of it, part of the knowledge of the
scents and mysterious ledges of Jim's flesh. It
was also from loving him. Loving Jim's temper
tantrums and sulkiness and bad jokes and
enthusiasms; all those moods that shaded into
each other and resolved themselves quick as a
summer rain when a decision had to be made.
Nothing ever sneaked up on Jim.
Nothing but his sickness.
****************************
Spock had been the first to know Jim was sick.
He had smelled the illness on Jim one morning.
And, because he loved him, he told Jim what he
sensed.
Jim had not flinched; he merely narrowed those
golden eyes as in a smile and said "we'll see
about that."
************************************
Spock gave a little heave of his hand, not a fist
so much as a wedge of long fingers, and Jim
reared back and Spock said "one more push" and
Jim lunged back against him and suddenly Spock's
whole hand was inside Jim's ass, feeling the
moistness and edema and heat of Jim's gorgeous
soul.
************************************
"Neutronium-related cellular metastasis," McCoy
had said and looked at Jim and then he looked at
Spock.
"What are our options?"
"Let me do some research. It'll take about twenty
minutes."
Jim had nodded.
***********************************
Knowing Jim.
Spock would never have imagined that he could be
lovers with anyone quite as frolicsome as Jim
Kirk. Jim and his sex life. Jim really liked it
all. For instance, he liked to scan all sorts of
strange radio-wave spectrums to see what was out
there. He was always finding "good ones" and
making Spock watch them.
"Watch this, Spock! It's a good one."
A good one.
One broadcast Jim was particularly taken with was
"Boys Boys Boys!" He even recorded it so they
could watch it over and over.
"Boys Boys Boys!" Preposterous.
Until he had begun his alliance with Jim, Spock
had never seen any pornography. And, although he
watched "Boys Boys Boys!" with Jim, Spock still
cared nothing for it. But Jim always enjoyed it
and called out encouragement and made wonderful
teasing Jim jokes and just generally cajoled and
enticed Spock into watching and Spock was always
a fan of Jim's if not of the silly movies.
"Boys Boys Boys!"
Actually, if one accepted the basic premise that
humans liked to watch other beings engaged in
sexual activity, then "Boys Boys Boys!" was not
illogical. It was the story of several attractive
youths sitting around a campfire on a distant
moon. Each one got to tell an erotic tale which
was then enacted by professional
pornographic actors. The stories were about male
love (not that Jim was careful about that
distinction; there were also several of these
videos which featured buxom blondes - Jim did
like buxom blondes - in elaborate skits of love
with one another).
Well, nothing new in the human vocabulary of
smut. One could find the same thing in The
Decameron. Or in The Canterbury Tales.
"Look at this!" Jim would say (he liked to drink
wine and eat pizza as he watched these: Jim and
his various appetites).
So Spock watched one of the boys in "Boys! Boys!
Boys!", Danny by
name, tell a story about his drill sergeant who
entrapped him and made him wear a kilt with
nothing underneath but a buttplug.
The first time Jim had unspooled this for Spock,
Spock had been taken quite aback. He had soberly
said to Jim: "Do you like this as something you
and I might do?"
Jim gave him a golden slanted look: "Of course
not."
They watched a little bit more. The drill
sergeant was very insistent on inserting Danny's
buttplug himself.
"That drill sergeant looks like Coleman," Jim
said and picked up another piece of pizza.
"Coleman? Dr. Janice Lester's companion and
physician?"
"Yes, doesn't he? That same weird haircut!"
"I see a certain slight resemblance."
They continued to watch. The actor playing Danny
was angel-faced and his small curly mouth panted
as he smoothed his kilt over his clearly aroused
front.
Jim was very still. Very silent. Then he spoke.
"When you asked me that earlier? Would you? I
mean, you like to wear robes. We could replicate
something really big and you could pull up your
robe and we could stick it in you; you could wear
it around quarters and I could jerk off."
Spock had been too suddenly aroused to move, to
even breathe.
Jim!
"Tell me, tell me that your sweet
love hasn't
died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied"
And they did and he had and Jim had.
Oh, to have Jim back for a moment. It wasn't sex,
of course, sex was a part of it, but everybody
knew everybody could get sex anywhere; what he
wanted was Jim.
"Jim," he said out loud. What it was like holding
Jim. He shut his eyes. Yes, he had never been
prouder of being Vulcan than in this moment. He
would not collapse because he had centuries of
restraint and ritual to fall back upon.
*****************************
And Jim backed again and again against Spock's
coiled fist, rubbing his erection against the
bolster.
His breathing was happy, but a certain misery
rolled over Spock. He had not been as good a
lover as he could have been. Talos. The
Kal-if-fee. Gol.
"If I made you feel second best
I'm sorry I was blind"
"Jim, let me apologize for . . ."
"Nobody's perfect," Jim said in a soft rasp.
"You just think about what we're doing right
now."
*************************************
"Little things I should have said
and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind"
For Spock, the Vulcan way was the way he wished
to proceed. His immaculate quarters and uniform.
His hair even. But Jim was like Chekhov in a way,
in his farm-boy messiness, his messy oily hair,
the untidy way his uniform always rode up around
his waist; he was always coming in from away
missions as pink-cheeked as a girl, panting,
biting his lip. But Jim's messiness wasn't like
Chekhov's because Jim's messiness was a foil to
his trueness, it set off the real beauty of Jim
as clearly as if Jim had been purified down to
the bone.
Jim!
***************************
"I am all the way in your asshole. Your asshole
is around my hand. My hand is fucking you and
fucking you."
"What?" said the breathless Jim; he probably
wanted to hear Spock say those things again.
"I am fistfucking you, Jim, and you want it. You
want it in your ass. I wish I had a photograph of
this, your ass all the way around my hand," and
as he spoke he rhythmically moved against all the
sensitivities inside of Jim and Jim was
breathing. "After this, I might have you suck my
cock, Jim. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes. Listen, Spock, when I get well," Jim's
speech came in little staccato bursts, "let's do
it the way we used to."
Jim had always liked to squat on the floor,
holding on to a chair, thrusting his big ass out,
as Spock knelt behind him and stuck his fist in.
In over the wrist. Each man rubbing his own
cock. An incredible sight.
"Yes, we will do that."
And now he let Jim pulse back against his fist
and fuck the pillow as Spock stimulated him from
the rear and Jim's breath was coming in tiny
gasps and he felt the heat and pulse and Jim was
coming and saying nonsense syllables, murmuring
as if from a great distance, and Spock very
gently moved inside him to help him all he could.
*****************************
Spock stood up and said: "We had the formal
gederation ritual yesterday. Now, we few are left
here, Jim's friends, gathered to say good-bye."
To his horror, he felt like crying.
****************************
After he came, Jim had been exhausted, his face
red and swollen, his eyes slits in the wide flesh
of his face.
Still he gamely sucked Spock's cock for a moment,
but Spock could smell the illness on him and
withdrew. "Let me come on you. I'll satisfy
myself."
"Yes, do," Jim whispered.
And now it was left to Spock to . . . suddenly he
was not in the mood, but he stroked his softening
cock a little and glanced at Jim. Jim's eyes were
barely open, but they were fixed on Spock's
shrinking erection.
Spock paused, and Jim seemed to deflate a little.
"Watch me, Jim, watch me pleasure myself. Watch
me get hard over you, over thinking about your
open anus with my hand in it." And he shut his
eyes, determined to get hard for Jim.
Jim!
"Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I made you feel second best
well, I'm sorry I was blind"
Spock began to search frantically for a memory he
could use. Their first time. That time in the
shuttlecraft. In a hotel room, finding Jim
jerking off and telling him ‘continue'. The dazed
look Jim had given him then. Or those genuinely
risque times they'd fucked and let McCoy watch.
McCoy stroking himself and hitting Spock's ass to
spur him on.
*******************
McCoy had come back in fifteen minutes. "There's
a lot of information. It's in the news. We had
never figured on the sensitivity of some terrans
to neutronium."
"How long do I have, Bones? A year? A month? A
week?"
McCoy gave him a look. "Well, it depends."
******************
His cock was getting softer, and Jim's fevered
eyes were still watching him.
But Spock kept at it, although something in him
wanted to say, *Jim, it is not logical to expect
me . . . * but it was at a point where it wasn't
about Spock, it was about Jim. What Jim wanted.
He would have to concentrate. Use those famous
Vulcan powers of meditation and concentration.
Jim's mouth.
Jim's ass.
How long do I have, Bones.
He was softer.
Concentrate.
"Tell me that your sweet love
hasn't died.
Give me one more chance to keep
you satisfied."
And then an image flooded over him: that idiotic
"Boys Boys Boys!" Two boys in an old-style
jalopy. According to the true pornographic
iconography, one was dark and brooding and
serious, and one sunny and blonde and pretty, and
the blonde one had ingenuously turned his back to
the dark one and pulled his jeans down to the top
of his thighs and had thrown his sunny head back
and his rounded smiling face was turned to his
lover and he indicated that he wanted to be
butt-fucked and it was clearly shot on some sort
of sound-stage, there was a stagy moon and a few
cardboard trees, and the dark one looked
self-satisfied and unzipped his jeans and pulled
them down and drew out a gratifyingly large cock
and spat on his hand and stroked it a few times
and began to penetrate his companion who closed
his eyes. The dark one apparently liked to tease,
because he would insert himself a few inches,
just past the swollen ridge of the head
of his big cock, and then pull back so he could
repeat the motion. The first time Spock had seen
this piece of film, he had been quite sure that
the boys were not actors, or not merely actors,
but actual lovers, because of the slightly opened
mouth and closed eyes of the blond and the most
un-pornographic gravity of the dark one, and the
first time they'd seen this, Jim had watched in
silence, his hand moving in front of him, lost in
his own little sex world, but, when he had
started to come, he had rolled over to Spock who
was lying at his side and, with the same sort of
serious intensity on his face, came on Spock's
thigh, came on Spock's clothes, and Spock had
covered Jim's jolting cock with his long hand all
the better to get Jim's come all over him, and
then he had licked his hand while Jim panted
beside him, his eyes glazed as he watched his
lover.
And Spock was suddenly coming, and he moved
towards Jim's chest and stomach and Jim's eyes
lit up and he moved his hand towards the
spattered come, and touched it and closed his
eyes and whispered "thank you" and lay back.
Spock shook himself.
And the door to Jim's room opened and McCoy came
in.
"I wouldn't have come in, Spock, but the monitor
out in the hall was going ape."
And, as Spock leaned back (he and McCoy and Jim
had no need to be modest with each other; they
had all enjoyed each other too much), McCoy ran
the monitor over Jim's motionless body.
"Some of those others will be in here in a
second. You might want to grab you one of those
scrub suits," he said, not looking at Spock.
Spock picked up a suit. "McCoy . . ."
"Spock, I said, put you a suit on. The alarm's
gone off all over the place."
So Spock did, and, just as he was finishing with
the buttons of the scrub suit, the rest of the
med team rushed in.
Spock spoke to McCoy again: "Dr. McCoy, what . .
."
"I ain't saying it, Spock." McCoy looked up. "I
ain't saying it."
Then he turned and leaned over Jim's body again.
"I love you, Jim." He was barely audible.
Spock understood then and picked up his shirt
from the floor and placed it on Jim, even though
Jim would never be cold again.
"Give me, give me one more chance
to keep you satisfied, satisfied"
************************************
Spock looked down and then back up. "Jim's not
dead."
His eyes met McCoy's.
"When Dr. McCoy told us about the metastasis, Jim
and I had a long discussion of what sort of
service, if any, he wanted. The first thing he
said was, just send me to the heavens. That's
what we did at the formal Federation ceremony.
We sent Jim's body into the heavens."
Uhura smiled and nodded.
Spock nodded back at her. "Where Jim always
wanted to be. Where Jim is now. In his space.
With his stars. Where surely he is waiting for
us."
And then he looked up to the great stars that
held them all and smiled.
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scene at the end; I even forgot it was a fantasy scene until it suddenly
got over and I'm going "whoa!"
Julie
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Shay...@aol.com writes:
> This was previously posted to ASC, but I thought I'd post it here. Just
felt
>
> like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
>
> Title: "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Trek Fanfic"
> Author: Shayney
<g> I loved this when I first read it, Shayney. I still do. It's a lovely
bit
of perversion. ;-)
Anita
mgtrekbell
times I reread it, I was overwhelmed with the . . . oh, I don't know,
shockingness, I guess, of it all. But this time, what struck me most
was the tenderness.
Your work always makes me look at the world in a new way -- something
that I doubt the trolls we've had around here recently would
understand, or appreciate. Oh, well. Their loss.
And I see you've posted a sequel, too. Yippee! Off to read now.
EmGee
J. Juls
Julie
Miss Sunbeam
--- mgtrekbell <mgt...@juno.com> wrote:
> Beamie, thanks for reposting this. You know,
> the first couple of
> times I reread it, I was overwhelmed with the .
> . . oh, I don't know,
> shockingness, I guess, of it all. But this
> time, what struck me most
> was the tenderness.
It's a love story, sure enough. That's why I
like slash; it's very erotic in all sorts of
shocking and outre ways, but at the heart of our
stories is a real regard and love and
appreciation for the individual. And I don't
think that's because we're lonely middle-aged
ladies; I think it is because serious eroticism
is evolved and involving.
luv ya,
Sunbeam
> Your work always makes me look at the world in
> a new way -- something
> that I doubt the trolls we've had around here
> recently would
> understand, or appreciate. Oh, well. Their
> loss.
Wow, more like grinches really. "Here let me
ruin things for nearly 900 individuals who are
totally uninvolved in my personal crusade! Grrr!
I'll shut them down!! Hahahaha!"
Well, I just don't get it is what I have to say.
Anyways, thanks for posting!
luv ya,
Sunbeam
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> Wow, more like grinches really. "Here let me
> ruin things for nearly 900 individuals who are
> totally uninvolved in my personal crusade! Grrr!
> I'll shut them down!! Hahahaha!"
I found a quote yesterday that really appealed to me.
Mrs Cheverly: Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people
whom we personally dislike.
- An Ideal Husband, by Oscar Wilde.
rae trail
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Thank you for reposting this. It's so twisted but perfect. I was listening
to "Salve Regina" as I read it, just to give it that extra twist, from the
"Sister Act" soundtrack. I tell you, you haven't lived until you've read
fisting to that soundtrack, unless you've actually been fisted to Whitney
Houston doing "My love it your love".
>It was logical. It was very logical. Jim might
have been dying, but everyone who was alive was
always dying. After all, they were both there in
this moment and in this moment Jim was alive as
Spock was or as anyone else or even as a newborn
and gasping again and again against Spock's hand.
*Turn me up, turn me up.... if tomorrow is judgement day....*
Best regards, Rae
Shayney
>> Is that challenge still on? I ought to post Deofole on Deorcnese over
to ASC; it's basically 'If the Beowulf poet wrote Star Trek.' <<
The challenge was issued about a year ago. But I'm sure they'd love to see
your story anyway!
And thanks, everyone, for the kind words about my "perversion." ;-)
-- Shayney
This is where I keep my fanfic:
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Miss Sunbeam wrote in message news:
> REP: Always (01/01)
> Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
> Series: TOS
> Code: K/S
> Rating: NC-17
> Summary: Rough sex. Love. Death. K/S.
Thanks for reposting this. I liked it when I read it the first time in
archive. I was practically in tears this time. Spock is so believable,
and I really liked your Kirk. Strangely enough, it was the ending
where they talk about returning Kirk's remains to the stars which
choked me up.
I also really liked the way K & S had been talking about doing other
guys on the ship -- very true to life (hey, I never met a MSM who was
only into one guy, ever), and shows how comfortable they had gotten
with each other.
Sunbeam, your writing has always stood out to me as much more
true-to-life than most of the writing in the genre (however enjoyable
it may be to read). Are you a real queen? (Or are you just doing an
incredibly good impression?) Is it impertinant to ask? I've been
wondering since I first read a story of yours. (I think it was called
"Soldier's Fortune" or something like that - K&S in a cave, but it's
the second time).
-Hypatia, loudmouth dyke
athena_sappho at yahoo.com
Miss Sunbeam
--- ascem-use...@trekfiction.com wrote:
> From: be...@lycos.com (Hypatia Kosh)
> Thanks for reposting this. I liked it when I
> read it the first time in
> archive. I was practically in tears this time.
> Spock is so believable,
> and I really liked your Kirk. Strangely enough,
> it was the ending
> where they talk about returning Kirk's remains
> to the stars which
> choked me up.
Thank you very much; that means he's always with
them. :)
And with us.
> I also really liked the way K & S had been
> talking about doing other
> guys on the ship -- very true to life (hey, I
> never met a MSM who was
> only into one guy, ever), and shows how
> comfortable they had gotten
> with each other.
OOOOOOhhhh. What's a MSM! BTW, I hadn't even
been conscious of what I was writing, but you
make a good point: lotsa couples of all flavors
heat up the old conjugal cot with tales about
other people.
> Sunbeam, your writing has always stood out to
> me as much more
> true-to-life than most of the writing in the
> genre (however enjoyable
> it may be to read). Are you a real queen?
Why, I most certainly am . . uh, well, actually,
no: I'm not a Queen, but I am the EMPRESS OF
EIGHTH STREET! Yes, the Emperor and I oft cruise
up and down Our Domain in the Royal Mercury
Cougar
with the GrandDuchess Susie Sunbeam in the
backseat listening to Marilyn Manson on the Royal
Discman.
Ah, it is possible that we are talking of two
different things, isn't it? No, alas, I am not a
gay man, at least not in this lifetime. Possibly
in past and future incarnations, but that is not
for me to say.
(Or
> are you just doing an
> incredibly good impression?)
<beambeambeamwith pride>
Is it impertinant
> to ask?
I don't think so, at all. It's quite fair to ask
anything, I think. But Judith and K1of7 have met
me in the flesh and can attest to my
middle-aged-housewifiness. Not that there's
anything wrong with that. Actually I'm so
house-wifey I even spent the last two days baking
furiously for Xmas. I used all these Martha
Stewart recipes and NOT ONE of them worked.
What's up with that bitch! I'm still shaking
with rage!!!!!!!! Those of you who, by the way,
want the latest in Brownie News will be glad to
know that I baked two different recipes. First I
used the one from Martha's cookie cookbook, and
then I used one from the Elvis Presley family
cookbook. I called them the Battle for America's
Soul Brownie Contest. So far, America's Soul is
tied, 1 for Martha (little Susie) and 1 for Elvis
(me). I seem to be drifting off topic.
I've been
> wondering since I first read a story of yours.
> (I think it was called
> "Soldier's Fortune" or something like that -
> K&S in a cave, but it's
> the second time).
"Soldier's Luck"
:)
>
> -Hypatia, loudmouth dyke
Hi Hy, and thanks for posting. <teeny voice>
sorry to not be a gay man, but maybe I'll come
back as one!
luv ya,
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--- Shay...@aol.com wrote:
> This was previously posted to ASC, but I thought I'd post it here.
> Just felt
> like perverting children's literature into smut. ;-)
Very clever, Shayney! I enjoyed this.
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--- Miss Sunbeam <bigmisss...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> REP: Always (01/01)
> Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
I have read a lot about this famous "deathbed fisting" story, but never
actually read the story itself until today. What a way to start 2002!
Very touching, Sunbeam. Sexy in its own way, but very emotional. And
what a beautiful way for Jim to go.
Thanks for reposting.
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Miss Sunbeam wrote in message news:
> --- ascem-use...@trekfiction.com wrote:
> Thank you very much; that means he's always with
> them. :)
> And with us.
It still made me cry. Like the ending of the _Book of Three_
pentology. (A sign of superlative fiction - sucky fiction doesn't move
me in the slightest, except maybe to laugh at its ineptitude).
> OOOOOOhhhh. What's a MSM!
It's not slang, but it is community health jargon. MSM = men who have
sex with men. MSMs include men who identify as straight; plus,
naturally, there are gays who don't have sex with men (for whatever
reason). For medical purposes, it's a lot more useful than an
"identity" designation.
I used it because not even K/Sers seem to agree on Kirk's sexual
identity, but if it's K/S, then obviously we're talking about MSM (or
maybe MSV? :-)
BTW, I hadn't even
> been conscious of what I was writing, but you
> make a good point: lotsa couples of all flavors
> heat up the old conjugal cot with tales about
> other people.
And it makes sense for them too. There are some episodes where they
are both checking out a girl (apparently Spock does some noticible
ogling in Mudd's Women, for example), and then usually Spock will sit
back and watch Kirk do his thing (like in Requiem for Methuselah),
until he makes a fool of himself or something, and then Spock can look
down his nose at Kirk and his human weaknesses.
> Why, I most certainly am . . uh, well, actually,
> no: I'm not a Queen, but I am the EMPRESS OF
> EIGHTH STREET!
<bowing> I salute you, your excellency!
Yes, the Emperor and I oft cruise
> up and down Our Domain in the Royal Mercury
> Cougar
Nice car.
> with the GrandDuchess Susie Sunbeam in the
> backseat listening to Marilyn Manson on the Royal
> Discman.
My brother went through a Manson phase, back when AntiChrist Superstar
came out. The way he used to go to his website when no one was looking
and obsess about it . . . you'd think he just discovered pornography
or something.
> (Or
> > are you just doing an
> > incredibly good impression?)
>
> <beambeambeamwith pride>
You are! And "The Big Enigmatic Miss Sunbeam" sounds like a drag queen
to me. You can do a show and cover some Aretha songs, with a little
Gloria Gaynor slipped in. I'll be cheering you on and slipping you
dollar bills.
> Is it impertinant
> > to ask?
>
> I don't think so, at all. It's quite fair to ask
> anything, I think. But Judith and K1of7 have met
> me in the flesh and can attest to my
> middle-aged-housewifiness. Not that there's
> anything wrong with that.
Oh certainly not. You could be my mother (but less sexually
repressed).
Actually I'm so
> house-wifey I even spent the last two days baking
> furiously for Xmas. I used all these Martha
> Stewart recipes and NOT ONE of them worked.
> What's up with that bitch! I'm still shaking
> with rage!!!!!!!!
My mother has been borrowing Martha Stewart books from the library.
Finally she decided to buy her own books because other patrons *ripped
pages out of the library books*. How un-Martha of them.
> I called them the Battle for America's
> Soul Brownie Contest. So far, America's Soul is
> tied, 1 for Martha (little Susie) and 1 for Elvis
> (me). I seem to be drifting off topic.
I am prostrate in appreciation for your talent for camp, your
highness!
By the way, my money's on Elvis.
> "Soldier's Luck"
That story rocked. I was just clearing out old messages in one of my
email accounts and it turns out that I actually first came upon it
when I was using a public access terminal and wanted to read it again,
so I emailed it to myself to make sure I had it. I love the way Spock
is unsure of himself but also is having all these thoughts about what
he'd like to do if Jim is amenable. It was so cute.
> Hi Hy, and thanks for posting.
Cool. I officially have a nickname. That's good, because I'm getting
sick of a tag with an 'a' at the end. (I used to post as Berli, but
that's a B5 name, which seemed like bad form on a Trek list, and it
was getting a little boring anyway. I wonder what would happen if I
posted as "Mike").
<teeny voice>
> sorry to not be a gay man, but maybe I'll come
> back as one!
Oh, come on, no need to apologize. I luv ya anyway.
-Hy
Selek
| Cool. I officially have a nickname. That's good, because I'm getting
| sick of a tag with an 'a' at the end. (I used to post as Berli, but
| that's a B5 name, which seemed like bad form on a Trek list, and it
| was getting a little boring anyway. I wonder what would happen if I
| posted as "Mike").
|
| <teeny voice>
| > sorry to not be a gay man, but maybe I'll come
| > back as one!
|
| Oh, come on, no need to apologize. I luv ya anyway.
|
| -Hy
I think we already have a Mike.
Selek (a rare breed...het, married man)
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