Summary: Q plays a weird trick on Worf and Deanna Troi.
Warning: This story makes reference to P/Q.
Thank you to Babs and Mina for the beta.
The Chocolate Klingon
A Worf/Troi story by Farfalla; rated NC-17
Deanna Troi had just returned to her cabin for the
night, and had scarcely been alone a few moments when
a familiar, oily voice called out, "Good evening,
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Deanna whirled around. "Q, what are you doing in my
"I *was* supposed to be having a date with your
captain," said the entity, strolling towards her, "but
the silly man was taking too long to get ready. I
turned him into a frog to teach him a lesson."
"You--you've turned Captain Picard into a frog?" said
Deanna, in shock.
"Only for a half an hour," said Q dismissively. "Don't
you worry about your precious captain; he'll be back
to his usual simian shape before long."
"That still doesn't explain why you've barged in
here." Deanna knew it was useless to call security on
Q, and the fact that Q's thoughts were impossible to
scan was making her increasingly uneasy.
"A half an hour is a long time, my little Betazoid. I
"Don't you have planets somewhere you can bother?" she
"You're closer. And besides, I thought that after a
busy day, you might welcome a diversion." A light
flashed, and suddenly, right there in front of Deanna,
appeared a life-size, nude statue of Lt. Commander
Worf--with a full erection. The statue appeared to be
made entirely out of chocolate.
Deanna was, all at once, embarrassed, aroused,
irritated, and hungry. "Q!" she exclaimed, unable to
take her eyes off the confectionary Klingon.
"Oh, by the way," Q added casually, "that used to be
Worf. Don't you like him better this way?"
"Q!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Deanna whipped her head back and
forth from the chocolate man to the supernatural
"I thought you liked chocolate. My, my, aren't we
ungrateful," Q clucked.
"Turn him back!" she demanded, her bosom heaving with
"Oh, I think it's much more interesting if that's your
responsibility," said Q.
"Me?" exclaimed Deanna. "How can *I* do anything?
You're the only one around here with magical powers."
"I still think you're a fool for not preferring him
this way," Q said saucily, "but if you insist--you can
change him back into a flesh and blood Klingon by
performing oral sex on him. Once he ejaculates, he'll
be back as he was."
Deanna looked the chocolate man up and down. It was
Worf, all right, poised in his most regal battle
stance. A chocolate crossbow was slung across his
Something shining from his chocolate erection caught
her eye. She looked closer. "Is that... precum?"
"Sweetened condensed milk," Q corrected her. "Have
fun!" And then Q was gone, as suddenly as if Deanna
had been alone the whole time.
She looked into Worf's eyes, but could read no
emotions from her imprisoned lover. Suppressing her
own anxiety about his safety, she got down on her
knees and caressed the solid chocolate cock with three
Now that Q was gone, the circumstance was, despite her
best intentions, turning her on. She did love
chocolate, and she also loved giving head. She wrapped
her lips around the sweet staff and sucked it in as
deeply as she could.
It was strange to deep-throat something so
unfamiliarly impliable, but she adjusted to the
situation quickly and had to admit that the taste of
the chocolate was excellent. She knew she had to
perform well, because the sooner he climaxed, the
sooner the real Worf would safely return.
She gripped his thighs between her fingers tightly.
She knew he liked that. If he'd been flesh and blood
here, he'd have growled at her touch.
Deanna licked and sucked him thoroughly, and the
minutes ticked away. The chocolate cock was as hard as
ever, but she felt no signs that any orgasm was
imminent. This was taking much too long, at least,
much longer than Worf usually needed. Something was
Then, she remembered hearing that it was easier for
Klingons to climax during lovemaking if blood was
drawn, and she got an idea. She hoped it would
work--her mouth was getting tired.
Abandoning his penis temporarily with her mouth, she
moved her head around his thigh and bit a small nibble
from his muscle. The chocolate melted away in her
mouth, and she kept nibbling as she jacked him off.
That still wasn't getting her anywhere, so she plunged
the organ into her mouth again.
It did the trick. Spurts of sweet, creamy white fluid
squirted from the organ, and Deanna swallowed the
liquid eagerly. She wasn't surprised that it tasted so
good, since she had just fellated a dessert. Then the
throbs began to subside, and she could feel Worf
turning back into a real Klingon.
As she rose to take him into her arms, she heard Q's
voice somewhere in an echo, faraway, remarking,
"Apparently, he melts in your mouth, not in your