Subj: Felisha Pt.1 (Adult)
Date: 5/7/00 7:38:50 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Marcos1

On board---The Enterprise NCC-1701-D
The Captain's drawing room

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Counselor Deanna Troi lay naked on the table. Her heart was beating fast. Her pulse was nearly off the scale. The handsome man thrust into her. Each thrust seemed harder and faster than the last. Their sexual connection was intense; but on the mental plane; the link between the immortal and the Betazoid, was sheer rapture. His mind held so many memories; that Deanna felt like she was falling into a deep ocean of emotion, very emphatic. This man had felt each moment of his existence, intensely. He had always loved, hated, and fought, with all his heart and soul. The sound of a door chime, interrupted the moment.

Captain Picard walked into the room. He turned his back, both for the privacy of the couple, and to hide his displeasure. This was his special room after all. "Wouldn't your private quarters be better for this?"

"Captain," Deanna said, jumping off his desk, pulling on her uniform. Her face blushing crimson.

"Picard," the man said, jumping back. "How dare you interrupt!" He stood naked, his erection is at full mast. Your Counselor and I were having a very important meeting." His blue eyes conveyed a sense of his mock anger. They shined with delight and mischief.

"Quentin Collins," Picard said, "This is my ready room." He sighed. "If you weren't a special friend of Admiral Jamison...I would throw you into the brig."

"No you wouldn't," Quentin laughed, "Because we both know how much you need me...how much the entire Federation needs me."

Picard sat down at his desk. Troi and Quentin continued to get dressed. "You are right about that Mr.Collins," Picard said, "We do need you. There has been a new sensor report from Commander Data...they are coming."

Troi looked at Quentin and reached for his hand. She was afraid.

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Meanwhile, down in Ten Forward, the lounge of the Enterprise, there was a conversation taking place.

"Even a man who is pure in heart...And says his prayers by night...Can become a werewolf....when the moon is full and bright..." Q said smiling.

"I don't think that's funny,"Guinan said, "Those creatures aren't exactly werewolves...they don't change during a full moon. They are always the same...cruel and very evil."

"Ah, but they are werewolves," Q said, "These foolish humans think they can be dealt with. Why should the Federation have any success against them? The Wolfa Republic even strikes fear in the Borg. The Wolfa travel across the galaxy conquering anything in their wake."

"The humans have a secret weapon," Guinan replied. "And his name is Quentin Collins."

"Quentin Collins, that scoundrel," Q said, "That man never cared about anyone but himself. The Wolfa will eat him alive. No, I take that back. The female Wolfa will...Quentin is quite a ladies man. I admit, he even has admirers among the ladies of the Q Continuum...but he won't be able to save humanity."

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A giant ship moved across space. It was followed by an entire fleet. Each ship was enormous, fixed with powerful weapons of time. The Wolfa ships paused only to take target practice at an occasional moon or asteroid, blowing them into tiny pieces of dust. King Lycaon sat on his seat of leadership. "Aye, we are approaching the outskirts of the galaxy. There should be such pleasure in this approach, Vulcans, Klingons, Earth men, they shall be destroyed," he growled

Lily stood at the helm. She was looking at the ship looming in the distance. It was the Enterprise She was very tired of all of this. She was the Queen of the Wolfa, but she wasn't even Wolfa. She was Neuri The Neuri had been conquered by the Wolfa, hundreds of years before. The Neuri were by nature, poets, writers, and philosophers. As a people they believed in peace. Killing was the lifeblood of the Wolfa. She knew this. There was only one hope for the conquered Neuri and that was in the complete destruction of the Wolfa. That was the one reason she had agreed to this union

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All the Enterprise command officers, stood in their dress uniforms. They were at full attention. Captain Picard stood next to Quentin Collins. Quentin was holding a round bowl. It was filled with the special offering. The transporter started to hum. She was starting to materialize. Every eye in the room was fixed on her. She has gray fur with tiny touches of gold. Her tail is long and stands upright. To some she would be just a cat, but to the people in that room, to the entire Federation of Planets, she is Princess Felisha. The secret, that might save them, from the Wolfa.

Quentin put down the bowl of Friskies. Felisha purred and started to eat. He petted her head. She arched her back in sheer delight.

Memories started to come to Quentin. He remembered when he had first met the Princess. It was hundreds of years before......

"Quentin," Mark asked, "What do you want tonight...pizza or something else?"

"It really doesn't matter, my friend. I just enjoy being in Orlando. It feels good to be away from Collinsport."

"I know," Mark said, "It's great, just having you here. We have been e-mail friends for so long. It's wonderful to finally meet you."

They were walking through Mark's apartment complex. A group of young men stood near a broken down looking car. They stared at Quentin and Mark. "Look at what we have here," a short black man said. "I haven't beaten anyone's ass in a couple of days. These two will do just fine."

"Anytime," Quentin sneered, "I'll be ready."

"No," Mark said, softly, "There are six of them. We wouldn't have a chance."

Hearing what Mark said, seemed to increase their confidence. All six of the young men started to kick and punch Mark and Quentin. Mark was hit and fell to the ground, his mouth bleeding. The gang members started to laugh at him. For a few moments, Quentin held his own, knocking the largest one against the hood of the car, punching his face. But then the short man pulled a gun out of a handbag.

The next few moments seemed out of a dream. Quentin never knew exactly what caused the transformation. But hair formed all over his body, he changed into the wolf that walks like a man. The six young hoods ran in terror, quickly disappearing into the background of the apartment complex. Mark stared in horror as the wolf turned and came after him. Mark ran into his apartment and locked the door. The sound of heavy breathing came from outside the door. His small gray female cat came up to him. "Felisha, I don't have time to pet you. What am I to do? Quentin is my friend, and I don't want to call the police. But if he breaks down the door...he's going to kill me. It's the curse of the wolf."

The door fell to the ground, torn from it's hinges. The werewolf moved quickly, knocking Mark's webtv to the floor. Pieces of plastic and wires were everywhere. Mark stood in the corner. He was so very afraid. He didn't want to die.

Felisha brushed herself against the wolf man and purred. She didn't seem to fear the werewolf. Instead there seemed to be a natural empathy between the two. Mark stared in horror. Would Quentin kill his cat? But then something amazing happened, as the cat purred louder, Quentin began to change, hair fading from his body. He became a man again.

Later that night, after a very long and difficult meeting with the apartment manager. Quentin sat on the sofa next to Mark. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I'll buy you another webtv. I don't know what happened. I guess it was some kind of primal instinct for survival. I changed, because I was in a life threatening situation." Felisha sat in his lap, still purring. "Listen I really like your cat...somehow she changed me back. Do you mind if I take her back to Collinsport? I will bring her back. I have an old friend...an artist chap...I would like him to paint her picture."

"No, problem," Mark replied smiling.

Quentin's mind returned to the present. Felisha had worked a miracle with him, but would it work with the Wolfa?

To be continued