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First Time






Series. TOS

Pairing: m/? (Horta/Tribble)

Code: PG-13

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Summary: A somewhat “special” first time

Another result of the odd pairing discussion


Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction.


If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. T’Lin did a really great job to correct my errors, not to mention all the suggestions she gave. My greatest gratitude to her. For all remaining errors, blame me.


Special Thanks to Lady Charena. Originally I challenged her to do the oddest TOS-couple we could imagine, but then I ended to write this myself.


Note: The Horta Naraht appears in the books "My enemy, my ally" and "The Romulan Way" by Diane Duane. The big Tribble is from the TAS-episode "More Troubles with Tribbles", which also is the time setting for this, according to the theory that TAS shows the second five-year-mission.






Naraht stopped with surprise right behind the door to his cabin as he saw the big "thing " in the middle of his room.


The young Horta slid nearer, scanning the Tribble with all his senses. He found those furballs fascinating. He wasn't on board [when the Enterprise had their first encounter with them, but Sulu had told him everything as this new incident began.


This time the Tribbles didn't reproduce, they just became larger when they were feed. The golden furball in his room was nearly the same size like the Horta.


Naraht slid closer and extended his fringes to carefully touch his visitor. He backed away, surprised a short time later as the Tribble began to vibrate and to purr.


The Horta extended his mental sphere. 'I'm Naraht and you don't need to be afraid,’ he "said" mentally to the stranger. ‘Trrrrrr-sssssssttttt" came the answer.


Naraht wasn’t sure whether this should be a name of the Tribble or only simple  mental sound. No one had said that those furballs posses intelligence, on the other hand, probably due to their strangeness] nobody had ever tried to make contact with them. Of course, the humans at first hadn’t considered his mother an intelligent being, either.


Naraht fumbled against the Tribble with his fringes. As he touched his visitor, he had the strong feeling several mental spheres would call for him. He let his fringes carefully glide further over the soft fur. Finally the mental voice concentrated to a chorus ‚Good. Moor,’ he heard in his head.


The Tribble’s vibrations became stronger and seemed to broadcast to him. He sensed a peculiar swinging in his body. Nothing unpleasant, more the opposite. Naraht tilted instinctive to his side in order to be able to surround the furball entirely with his fringes.


‚Nice,’ the Tribble whispered in Naraht's „head“. The Horta had the same feeling. The comfortable warmth that his companion radiated flew through him. However there was also a steadily increasing pressure. Each of his molecules seemed to swing. This felt pleasant, too.


He never had encountered anything like that and he wondered what it all meant. Then - suddenly - he had an idea.


Before he had left his home-planet, his mother had told him something about an act the two-legged Humans called sex. A union of body and - sometimes - soul, with the purpose of procreation, but more than that, with the goal of giving pleasure to each other.


His mother also had said that this sort of contact was known between the Hortas - in the old times, when she hadn’t been the only one of her generation. And that the young generation would learn more about it some day.


Naraht asked himself if all that he was now experiencing had something to do with this sex. At least he had just combined his mind and some parts of his body with the Tribble. He had to ask someone about that later. Perhaps the Captain. Or Mr. Spock.


Dr. McCoy had explained to him that they were a couple, and therefore he should not constantly compliment Mr. Spock on his attractive pointed ears, for the Captain could become jealous. Both surely knew something about the so-called sex of the carbon-beings.


Yet in that moment, he lost his ability to think. The trembling of his body increased, as did the tingling, and the comfortable warmth.


He pressed the Tribble more closely to himself and sent his feelings through the mental cosmos to his companion. The Tribble answered by letting his soft fur glide over the sensitive underside of the Horta, as the vibrating and purring increased.


“Oh” Naraht “voiced” a surprised sound as the vibrations in his physical body and his mental cosmos suddenly became overwhelming.


A brief moment later, he tilted back onto his underside and fell into a satisfied sleep. Beside him, a giant Tribble burst and uncounted little furballs flew over the cabin.