Startling Discoveries
(Home – Part III)

"This is not the way to my mother's house," T'Pol noted evenly, but she could see that the driver did not show much of a reaction. "Stop the vehicle immediately."

"All will be explained in due time, T'Pol-kan," the driver said calmly without looking back and T'Pol finally recognized the voice. Not too many of her clansmen were still referring to her by this diminutive. She was sixty-five years of age, after all. Her driver was none other than krei Solan, Professor of Engineering at the Vulcan Academy of Science. The situation was still confusing, but the presence of a trusted clansman was at least reassuring. No clansman would ever bring harm to her.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of a remote dwelling and with the trained eye of a former operative T'Pol noticed two young clansmen well camouflaged among the atrium's rich vegetation. They were carrying lirpa's. Her old instincts kicked in and all her senses were on full alert. This situation was not normal.

"Go inside, T'Pol-kan," Solan instructed. "Your mother awaits you. You are safe here. I will wait nearby."

Wordlessly she exited the vehicle, her duffel bag hanging loose over her shoulder, ready to be used as a defensive device to swing at any potential attacker. Carefully she ventured across the atrium toward the opened entrance of the residence. When she had reached it she carefully pressed her back against the wall, ready to pounce at anyone, who would dare to attack.

With her instincts in overdrive she reflexively yanked up the duffel to protect her abdomen, when an unexpected, but familiar voice addressed her.

"You can come in daughter, there is no danger here."

Putting the duffel back over her shoulder, she entered the house.

"It is agreeable to see you, daughter," T'Les said in accent-free Standard English. "It is unfortunate that the conditions under which we meet are fairly disagreeable."

=/\=

Hoshi stepped out of the shower, warm water still dripping off her body. She looked in the mirror then down at her body and sighed. Trip was right, she really was skinny and to her chagrin the loss of the little body fat she possessed to begin with had rendered her breasts even smaller than they were already. She didn't think that Trip understood how much it had helped her that he had spent a lot of time caressing her almost flat chest. His fascination with her bust, which looked like mere pimples in comparison to T'Pol's 'equipment' at the moment, had slowly eradicated her self-consciousness about its perceived inadequacy.

"They're perfectly fine, darlin'," she heard him say from the adjacent room. "You just need to get some meat back on your bones. Now towel off and let me stare a bit more at them, ok?"

Hoshi stood in the bathroom, her mouth gaping open in shock. How could he know? Quickly drying herself, she went back to the living room.

"How did you know?"

"I knew you'd think about them first time you run past a mirror. I had some sort of premonition and you were talking about them in your sleep, too."

"Do you really think they'll get bigger again?" she asked unsure of herself.

Bless his heart. Her sweetheart walked over and twirled his tongue around her nipple a couple of times. "Darlin', even if they stay like that. I love you and not your tits – well them too, but you get my meaning. And besides, they are still nice and firm. I like small tits. Not that T'Pol's are bad and they're probably good for a hell of a paizuri, but yours are perfectly fine."

"You know Japanese?"

"Only the really interesting words," he said with a chuckle.

"I see you are still admiring my toy box," Hoshi said with a giggle when she saw that her 'special drawer' was still open. She had asked him to put the shaving tools and the blindfold into it and he was obviously interested in some of its more exotic contents.

"Toys?" she heard him say with an amused snort. "I thought you've got a second job as a torturer."

Not unsurprisingly, the first thing he took out was 'Big Rick', her and T'Pol's favorite toy – a double sided strap-on dildo. It consisted of 4-strap harness with a synthetic, life-like member on either side. The 'inboard' device was inserted into the user's vagina. The devices party piece was that either side could be used 'inboard' or 'outboard', depending on size preference.

"I see that you weren't quite as unprepared for my size as I had thought," he said dryly, causing her to giggle. He was holding up the bigger one of the two attached pleasure toys, which was only slightly smaller than his natural equipment. "Are you trying to tell me you used that monster on T'Pol?"

"Well, T'Pol used it on me, mostly," she giggled, amused by his open-mouthed look of astonishment. "But, trust me, T'Pol is a lot more adventurous than you think."

"I take it, you've been taken to bed more than once then?" he said and she could hear the slightly hurt undertone.

"Don't be hurt, sweetie," she said and kissed him gently. "It was a stupid thing to say to you, but T'Pol wasn't lying when she said she wanted to explore human sexuality. After her snafu telling you you were a lab rat, she didn't want to hurt you further, so she asked me to show her the ropes."

"Oh, yeah, not touching me for half a year really didn't hurt me," he said sarcastically.

"You know her," Hoshi pleaded. "She's stubborn as a mule at saddle time. She was hell-bent on becoming adept at human mating before she took you to bed again. She knew that your first time was not exactly a spectacle."

"It was a bit on the bland side," Trip admitted. "But she doesn't need to become Mata Hari. I don't love her for her sex techniques. If your toy collection is anything to go by, I'll have a hard enough time trying to keep up with you."

Hoshi giggled. "Just wait until she's back. You better be in peak condition that day."

"Ok, enough sex talk," he decreed, putting 'Big Rick' back into the drawer, closing it. "Like it or not, you'll need to wear some clothes for a while, because we'll go down to the surface to plunder the nearest restaurant. You need to get some meat back on your ribs."

"And maybe some body fat," she giggled, pointing at her breasts.

=/\=

T'Pol was sitting in the main living room of the unknown residence, across from her mother. She sipped the juice her mother had offered her.

"Mother, what is the purpose of this subterfuge? You have not informed me that you have relocated. And why are we conversing in Standard."

"This is not my residence. It belongs to a distant relative. The need for subterfuge will become apparent shortly. First let me know how your life developed."

"I am reasonably well, mother. There are several personal matters that cause me problems, but looking at our current circumstances they appear rather minor. Why are we here?"

"There has been … a development that makes us a target for the High Command. I had sent a communication to Starfleet advising you not to come, but obviously my message did not reach you in time."

"Mother, you need to be more specific," T'Pol demanded, slightly impatient. "Why are you a target and who is 'us'?"

She saw her mother disappear into an adjacent room and after a while she came back in company of a young female.

"This is T'Jira," her mother announced. "She, who is my beloved. She is also the reason why we converse in human Standard. She needs practical experience with the language, because there is reason to believe that we will need the ability to converse in the human language soon."

T'Pol reflexively exchanged a nod with the young female and concentrated on the unexpected arrival. She was young – likely a decade younger than herself. While a vast difference in age between mates was not unheard of on Vulcan, it was not a frequent occurrence either. T'Jira's physique appeared close to that of Hoshi – including the long black hair – but there was a striking difference. T'Jira possessed almost excessively sized mammary features. She was aesthetically most pleasing.

"To speak the truth, I had expected an averse reaction to the news," she heard her mother say after a while.

"Your union might not be as unique as you think," T'Pol admitted, looking at her feet. "I too have developed an intimate affection for another female... and a male. I had hoped to find the time and counsel here to decide a suitable course of action."

"Taking two mates would indeed be fairly unusual," T'Les explained. "But it might interest you daughter that it is indeed not unheard of."

T'Pol looked up, asking her mother for clarification without using words.

"Ever since I realized that I was attracted to the females of our species rather than the males, I began researching the issue of non-conventional life-styles in a clandestine manner," T'Les explained. "There are several types of unconventional unions, including rare cases of three or more mates."

"Would such a research not be dangerous?" T'Pol asked. "The High Command has not been known for their tolerance in recent years."

"Now you know why we meet under these circumstances," T'Les explained. "The High Command has indeed found out. I was not aware that they had me under surveillance for several years already. So great has their paranoia become that they considered me suspicious because twenty years after your father's death I had not officially taken a new mate. For obvious reasons I could of course not correct their misconception."

"Then we must find a way to get you off the planet," T'Pol said and shot up from her seat. "I have seen in recent years what the High Command is capable of. You are in grave danger."

"We know," T'Jira spoke up for the first time, in heavily accented English. "But our place is here. It is not us—it is our society, which is in danger."

T'Pol shot them a questioning glance.

"The High Command is planning something," her mother explained. "And it involves the humans. The authorities have begun to isolate the human Embassy. In recent weeks we have faced increasing difficulties to contact human colleagues. Return to your human crewmates at once. We have taken precautions for our own safety."

"You are going into hiding," T'Pol stated.

"Yes. When the time comes, we shall let you know where to find us. Now go child."

"I have been here a mere hour, mother."

"And that is an hour too long," T'Les replied and handed her a data chip. "Solan awaits you. Go to these coordinates. It is a rare location where transmissions cannot be monitored. Contact your Starfleet and return to them."

"Stay safe mother, and you T'Jira," T'Pol said, hoisting up her bag.

"Stay safe," they answered and T'Pol hurriedly left the house

=/\=

"I'm so full," Hoshi complained when they walked into her quarters. "I had planned to ravish you on the spot as soon as we're back, but I'm too full to move. I need a nap."

"Take a nap, darlin'," he said, gently kissing her neck. "I was serious when I said that we better wait till you've regained your strength."

"And I was serious when I said, I like to be naked. Now peel me out of this dress, please."

"Happy to oblige ma'am," he said with a chuckle and started to open the zip on the back of her dress. With not much Hoshi in it to obstruct gravity the light garment fell to the ground. With a swift movement he hooked his thumbs behind her panties' waistband and pushed them down too. He hoisted her up, kissed her on the mouth and both nipples before carrying her to the bunk. He put her down gently and tucked her in. He carefully hid his shock about how light she was.

The short night and the full belly made her drift off swiftly into Morpheus' arms.

=/\=

"This doesn't make sense," the tactical officer reported. "Why does a Vulcan ship attack another Vulcan ship. And why would they attack a ship with a Starfleet officer on board?"

"I'm sure she will be able to explain it, but first we need to get her out of there," the captain replied, holding on to his chair as the ship was shuddering under the strain of being pushed to maximum velocity."

"It's a D'Kyr class vessel. They are no match for our weapons, but that pitiful runabout they are shooting on won't hold on for long."

"Remember our orders. We are to rescue the two people from the runabout and only engage the Vulcans until we can retreat safely. Are they still on rendezvous course?"

"Yes," the tactical officer acknowledged. "But it will be close. We have mere seconds to get them out."

"Will they be out of Vulcan space when we meet them?"

"About one tenth of a light year."

"Make the matter transporter ready. As soon as we are in range, get them out and reverse course."

"As you wish, Captain."

=/\=

T'Pol scrambled to her feet. Having been beamed out from her co-pilot seat, she had landed on her backside as soon as she had materialized. Once she had stood up, she froze.

Her rescuer stood next to the officer, who had operated the transporter controls. He wore a satisfied smile.

"Welcome aboard the Kumari, Commander."