Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Dr Violet, I Presume Summary: Young Violet goes on a whimsical voyage of exploration Keywords: f-solo Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Violet hated her name. It wasn't the name itself that was the problem but the fact that it had encouraged both her parents to refer to her ad nauseam as "their little petal". The joke had worn very thin well before her fourteenth birthday. She had then taken to using the contraction "Vi" and this had been alright until a boy in her class had connected her name on a notebook to a recent maths lesson on Roman Numerals. He had pointed it out to a number of classmates and then asked her, "Does that make you 'sixy'?" He knew that his New Zealand accent would complete the double pun. For the uninformed "sex" for a New Zealander is the number that comes between five and seven. And I don't mean that the age of consent there is 6 - a sheep that old is well past its prime! At 14, Violet's body was changing and she was changing with it. Her menses had started soon after her 13th birthday and had still to settle down to a predictable pattern which would mean she wasn't permanently hauling pads around with her, "just in case". As her body began remodelling itself her attitudes and interests also changed. The boys in her class were all dorks but there was a teacher who was cute and some of the older boys looked interesting; Leo was a hunk, Brad was gorgeous and any number of others stirred her budding interests. She found her body reacting when she thought about a dreamy male. Once or twice she had had to make a hasty inspection of her panties but found the stains were clear rather than red. "Odd", she thought until some friends told her a little more than was considered appropriate in the Health and Hygiene (Girls Only!) lessons at her rural high school. Taking heed of their generally correct information, Violet started exploring. She started exploring her sexuality. ----- It was an interesting expedition. Starting North of the Equator she found a region of active mountain building. The Earth was being pushed up by mysterious forces underneath. It was a slow process yet if one returned from time to time one could see obvious signs of nature in action. Violet did a little mountain climbing. She dug her fingers in as she scaled the smooth boulders, working her way towards the summits where she marvelled at the cairns erected there. South of the Equator she passed through an area of reafforestation, the new growth still a little sparse but showing promise of becoming a wilderness paradise. She considered southwards descending into a gorge. Like the Great Rift Valley in East Africa, a great divide was to be found where two leg-like continents were spreading apart. The wide treeless mounds on either side of the gorge contained folded layers of rock where Violet wandered until she discovered the entrance to a wondrous cave. She became a spelunker, boldly going where no man had ever gone before, delving into the dark cavern and seeking out its hidden charms. She found a spring and somewhat noisily took the time to splash about. Returning to the surface she left a damp trail behind as she traversed the gorge looking for a place to set up camp. Violet took great pleasure in covering every spot in the gorge in that quest and returned frequently to the cave to refresh both her spirits and supplies. She finally found the perfect spot to camp; a little rise not far from the forest where she could look down along the length of the gorge. It made her so happy to be there that she felt she could stay forever. In fact she was so excited by the find she failed to notice the signs of an impending earthquake. The tremors built up and Violet was sure a volcano must have exploded. (She was wrong though and didn't get to see an active volcano until a much, much later expedition.) The tremors passed through the whole of the Earth, even causing the mountains North of the Equator to shake, they were that strong. By the gorge, Violet regretfully felt that the expedition should leave the campsite lest further tremors cause her to cry out in the still night, drawing rescuers who may force her to abandon her expedition altogether. She returned to the cave which she found hadn't been damaged by the earthquake. In fact the spring seemed to flow stronger than ever. Ever the inquiring scientist, Violet sent some of the spring water back to her head base for analysis. The report came back that the sample was clear and pure, eminently palatable and somewhat refreshing. They asked for more samples and she took the time to provide as much as she could. With Headquarters satisfied, at least temporarily, Violet led her team even further South. She wanted to get to the bottom of the world! As she neared the South Pole she didn't find the masses of cold ice she had been led to expect from her Geography lessons. Instead there was evidence of a meteor strike or similar, leaving only a crater in the middle of a wide, treeless expanse. It was Siberia 1908 all over again. Violet carefully explored the rim of the crater. She enjoyed the trip around it and began to consider what it would be like to descend into it. She made a brief endeavour but found herself parched after the long trip. What to do? She didn't want to call a halt just yet - there was so much more to discover. Headquarters had praised the spring water; maybe it could be refreshing here too. Violet sent a couple of her team members to retrieve an adequate supply. It took a couple of trips before she was satisfied enough to make a second attempt to conquer the crater. Why, you may ask, did she want to go into such an inhospitable place? Her reply would have been that of all great explorers, "Because it was there!" Violet prepared a probe and began carefully drilling in the middle of the crater. Finding the situation was neither unpleasant nor damaging to the environment Violet drilled a little further. With success she grew bolder and the probe descended into the bowels of the Earth. Wanting to maximise the results her investigations could produce in the time available she sent a second team back to continue exploring the cave. Getting them to set up camp in the same location she had used previously, Violet then had them travel frequently between the lookout and the cave. She hoped their efforts would allow her to study the effects of another earthquake as soon as possible. When the probe reached what Violet considered to be its maximum depth she began to turn it about, exploring the nature of its surroundings. Information from the probe itself was combined with that detected from the walls of the shaft she had opened up and Violet was very happy with the results, almost as happy as when she had first set up camp herself. She started to withdraw the probe but, with a woman's prerogative, changed her mind and returned it to its former depth. She used that prerogative over and over, raising and lowering the probe, adjusting its depth as she tried to record every impulse it generated. The other team meanwhile was busy at the campsite. They seemed to be having a party and certainly everyone's spirits were soaring. The members reeled around camp as though drunk, crashing into the forest and falling into the cave like mad men, or rather mad women since it was an all female team. Violet wondered whether she could one day arrange for some men to go on the expedition. Earthquake time again and, realising it was coming, Violet removed the probe lest it be damaged by the tremors that seemed even stronger than before. At least she was ready this time and had a clearer idea of cause and effect, though her hands were shaking so much she doubted anyone would be able to read her writing had she taken notes. All in all she considered it had been a very successful investigation. The trail travelled was a route she was to become very familiar with over the next few months.