Chapter 1
When Q returned to the Continuum from his first brush with the humans, you weren't that interested in his tales of courts and punishments. But as he grew more enamored with the species, you began to develop an interest, more based on his own enthusiasm than anything else. After all, he was your oldest friend, and no one else in the Continuum cared about it. It was only polite to show a modicum of interest in your friend's newest obsession.
"You should have seen the looks on their faces when they realized how much trouble they were in with the Borg!" he had raved. "It was exquisite."
That comment was a tipping point for you: the wild, volatile emotions of the humans were so different than the quiet, staid, lengthy existence of the Continuum. You had to see for yourself what Q was raving about.
While he was involved in affairs with the Council, you decided to go to his beloved Enterprise and take a front seat--unseen and undetected, of course--to all the drama that unfolded in these short-lived creatures' lives. You stood on the bridge as Picard ordered phasers fired and Riker commanded the helm while the captain was away. You hovered behind LaForge as he whiled away hours tuning up the warp drives. You even watched the android Data bumble about his life trying to become as human as he could, impossible though it seemed.
And maybe that was the second turning point: seeing his desire to become truly one of them made you wonder about it yourself. Q had taken on their form, he had bragged: a wholly grounding, strange experience. Being in a body was a whole new galaxy to explore, he'd said, eating and shitting and breathing being something the Continuum had no knowledge of or use for. But to Q, testing their morality and decision-making was the most interesting thing. Yet to you, a more primal concern finally caught your fancy the first day you shifted into a human form, alone in an unused guest suite.
The feel of blood pumping through your veins, the air wheezing in and out of your lungs, and not too long later, the press of urine in your bladder was... intoxicating. Everything about this body you had conjured was an antithesis to all you had lived so far in several millennia. It all seemed so finely edged, as if your next heartbeat was the most important thing you'd ever experience. You touched your face, your arms, your feminine genitals, wondering faintly what they could possibly be for.
Suddenly the door chimed and slid open.
With a dash of thought, you banished your new body but stayed, curious as always, to witness what was transpiring. You were invisible, but it became quickly apparent that the two occupants would possibly not have noted your presence anyway, because they were engaged in, as the humans put it, a heavy make-out session. You quickly hid behind a pillar and reappeared your body.
Making out turned to pawing, which turned to removing each others' clothes, which turned to writhing and inserting and heavy breathing. You watched in fascination as part of the male disappeared and reappeared into and out of the female. Their bodies collided, their mouths feasted on one another, their hands roamed.
Both grunted, groaned, and finally, in climax to all that you'd witnessed, one's eyes rolled back into her head while she keened a strange noise you'd never heard the humans make. Shortly thereafter, the male engaged in similar behavior, and then the two seemed finished.
They gathered themselves, put back on their clothes, made promises to do this again, and left the room.
You pondered everything as the door chimed shut. Some strange feelings had been awakened in the body you were now inhabiting, a clenching deep in your torso. With much surprise, you dipped a hand down the non-descript pants you'd conjured and pulled it out to find it covered in a strange, slick wetness.
What, you wondered, suddenly more intrigued than you'd been up to this point about any of it, could it possibly mean?
From that moment on, you spied on every human sex act that you could find on the Enterprise. Such debauchery. Q had never mentioned any of it! Naughty, little Q, keeping the best from the Continuum. But of course he would. That was his trickster energy once again.
But before you confronted him, you needed to do more than just watch. You needed to experiment. And from watching the filthy acts go on in front of you day in and day out, you knew the exact right human to teach you what you wanted to know. The human who got more ass than anyone on board. The human who fucked his way from ensign to ensign as often as he changed his underwear and still had stamina to -- what did they call it? -- jerk off to pornographic programs on the holodeck almost every night before bed.
That human was Commander Will Riker.
Wouldn't he be thrilled when you revealed that he would be teaching an esteemed member of the Q Continuum all about human anatomy and sex?
You rather thought so.
Chapter 2
"Computer, low light."
Several nights later, you stood over Will's bed in his quarters. He was asleep, making soft snoring sounds, blankets askew. He was completely nude, hair covering his torso and pointing in a V down toward his manhood. It was this that you scrutinized, wondering why it was so strange-looking--not his, in particular; all human males'. You much preferred the smooth aesthetics of the female anatomy you now possessed, although the idea of trying intercourse as either sex made your new body tingle.
Never mind that, now. It was time to unveil Will's new role as teacher.
"Ahem," you began, "Commander William Riker, wake up."
He snorted, then his eyes were wide open. "Who--? What--?" He sat up abruptly, covering the object of your fascination. "Who are you? What are you doing in my quarters?"
You'd chosen this body specifically to appeal to his tastes, after a long perusal of his future and past experiences. Although not an exact replica of the human he would spend most of his life with, you made your body petite, with a cloud of dark hair framing your face. You wore something revealing, strappy and uncomfortable, hoping to catch his interest early and quickly. He took all of you in, shifting the blanket slightly when he reached your breasts, nipples already erect at standing in the presence of this handsome, naked man.
"I am, (Y/I), a member of the Q Continuum."
He opened his mouth as though to shout at the computer, and you strode forward a couple steps.
"Please, Commander William Riker, no need for unpleasantness. I will not harm you."
"Forgive me if I don't believe that," he said, fisting the blanket.
"I know that my friend Q has been quite, ah--" you searched for the word.
"A pain in the ass?"
You smiled faintly. "Not what I was going to say, but I can see that his exuberance about you humans hasn't gone unnoticed."
"And what is it you want? Why shouldn't I call for the captain and security immediately?"
You took another step forward, almost at his bedside, ran a hand over your left breast, and pinched the nipple. "While Q's interest is purely mental at this point, and focused mainly on your captain, I must confess that I have a more... physical... concern that I'd like your help with." You gave a long look to where he was clutching the blanket.
This seemed to have struck the normally jovial and verbose Commander silent. You gave him a moment to process. After all, he was smart. He would get it if you gave him a chance. Finally, "Can you be more specific?"
"Ah, yes. May I?" You sat down on the side of his bed before he could respond. "You see, humans are a quite fascinating species," you began.
"Can the theatrics," snapped Will. "We've heard it all from Q before."
