Date: 6 Dec 1994
Friendly Advice
Dr. Bashir was checking out his diagnosis board. Just a
minute ago he had thought there was a glitch in the link to the
medical data base, but now everything was working perfectly.
Just what he needed this morning--an intermittent problem that
would probably come back the minute he started the demonstration
for that visiting ambassador. He ran yet another diagnostic.
Negative. He had other things to do; maybe he should just assume
everything was all right. But in an hour, when the ambassador
showed up...
Part I
(c) 1994 by Anon
Bashir looked up suddenly, realizing that someone was
standing in the doorway. "Odo," he said in surprise, "have you
been there long?"
"Just a minute or two," the constable answered gruffly.
"Sorry. I was concentrating on something. What can I do
for you?"
Odo made no move to enter the room. Uncharacteristically,
he seemed ill at ease, at a loss for words. Bashir got up out of
his chair and waited. Finally Odo seemed to make a decision. "I
need some medical advice," he said finally.
Bashir laughed self-consciously. "You know as well as I do,
Odo, that I know hardly anything about your physiology. But I
can try. Are you experiencing specific symptoms?"
Odo looked less at ease than ever. "No. The advice I need
has to do with human physiology."
"I see," said Bashir, who didn't, but was relieved anyway.
"Why don't you come in and sit down? I can certainly answer most
questions about human physiology." The doctor's self-confidence
was returning.
Obviously unwilling, the constable entered the room.
"Sit down," offered Bashir.
"I don't need to sit," Odo answered rudely.
"Well, do you mind sitting so that I can be more
comfortable?" Bashir countered. They sat. "So, what can I do
for you?"
"I'm expecting a visit," Odo began, "from a friend. A
friend who might expect me to... to appear as a naked male." He
seemed relieved to have finally gotten the words out.
Bashir knit his brows. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't
your uniform part of you?"
"Yes," Odo said stiffly.
"So that you can't really undress..."
"You're missing the point, doctor. I can get rid of the
uniform by changing my shape."
"Then what seems to be the problem?"
Odo clenched his fists on the arms of the chair. "You
really are making this as hard as possible, doctor. The point
is, that I'm not sure what to change into. Oh, I know what a
naked male looks like. In general. In a state of rest. But
what does he look like when he's..." Odo paused suddenly.
"Maybe I was wrong to come here." He rose to go.
"Wait! I think I understand what you're trying to ask,"
Bashir cried, blushing with shame for being so dense. "You want
to know what male genitals look like in a state of sexual
arousal."
Odo nodded. "Thank you for putting it so tactfully," he
said with dignity, resuming his seat. He leaned in closer to
Bashir. "For one thing, I don't know how big to make it. I
don't know what it's supposed to do, look like, feel like when
it's erect, when it--when he--I mean, I--have an orgasm."
"Can you have orgasms, Odo?" Bashir asked curiously.
The shape shifter shrugged. "I don't know. I've never
tried. I certainly have feelings in my skin and extremities. I
can control how much sensation I receive from each part of
whatever body I assume."
Bashir mulled that over for a moment, feeling a little
envious. "I can show you a holographic image of an aroused
penis. Will that help?"
"Yes. But I also need to know about body fluids: ejaculate,
pre-ejaculate, sweat..." Once Odo got going, he didn't seem to
be able to stop the flood of questions.
"You've been doing some research," Bashir said, trying not
to smile too broadly.
"Yes." Odo put on a stormy expression and searched the
doctor's face for any sign of unseemly amusement. "I've got it
all down except for the genitals." Bashir managed to control
himself fairly well as he called up the holographic program.
"Here it is." Bashir's hands moved swiftly over the
keyboard. "Now, if you'll just come with me?"
They walked together into the examining room, where a three-
dimensional image of the human male genitals had indeed appeared
over a holo projector sitting on a table. Odo stood
contemplating them for a moment.
"Uh, Odo," said Bashir, flushing again and feeling very
awkward, "maybe if you would disrobe... I mean, shift off your
clothes or whatever you do with them, I could walk you through
it, so to speak." Bashir felt a mounting sense of excitement.
Odo had never before allowed him to be present during a shift.
"Very well," Odo agreed curtly. "I can see that I have no
choice. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating. His
uniform shimmered and disappeared, to be replaced by a body that
looked too smooth, like a blank canvas. He concentrated again
and a rough topographical sketch of the skin features of a
humanoid male appeared.
"I'm surprised you didn't do this long ago," Bashir
murmured, watching in awe.
"I never felt the need," Odo answered gruffly. "I always
had the uniform."
Muscle definition molded his skin into graceful curves. His
strengthening arms hung further away from his torso; tendons and
muscles striated his thighs. A tight stomach appeared; a navel
dimpled its smoothness. Bashir watched as if hypnotized. His
mouth felt dry and his breathing had grown shallow.
"A bit more muscle here," he pointed out in a choked
whisper, "would balance your shoulders better against the size of
your rib cage."
"Thank you, doctor," Odo said with satisfaction, "that is
exactly the kind of thing I need to know." The rounds of his
shoulders expanded above the powerful bulges of his arms.
"Back there, too," Bashir stammered, clearing his throat.
What was wrong with him today? Odo's already shapely buttocks
clenched and grew. The doctor had stretched out a hand towards
them before he stopped himself, confused. What could I have been
thinking? he asked himself sternly.
Pink and brown nipples sprouted from firm pecs and, finally,
from the fleshy triangle between his thighs, a penis emerged,
hanging at rest. Under it, a well-filled scrotum swelled like
twin balloons, pushing the penis out towards Bashir. Odo opened
his eyes and regarded Bashir quizzically.
"No body hair?" Bashir commented.
"Betazoid men don't have any," Odo answered.
"Ah, you're going for Betazoid. I thought it was Terran."
"What are the differences?"
"Except for that, they're minor." Bashir was busy using the
terminal on the table to change the holographic image. He still
felt strange, and now he was starting to feel lightheaded. He
wondered whether he was catching that winter flu that had spread
to the station from Bajor. Better mix up another batch of serum.
"Now, you wanted to know about erections." The holographic
penis obediently began to swell. "Watch carefully. The glans
spreads out and changes color. The shaft thickens. The veins
stand out. The scrotum bunches up, see?" It was Odo's turn now
to watch with fascination.
"I didn't know humans had such good physiological control,"
he remarked admiringly.
"We don't," Bashir explained, flushing. "It all happens on
its own."
"It does?" Odo turned to stare at him openly, increasing
Bashir's unease.
"Of course. It's an involuntary reaction."
"What makes it happen?" Odo was truly puzzled.
"Well," Bashir said, sticking a finger under his suddenly
tight collar, "suppose a man sees someone he's attracted to. Or
someone attractive stimulates his penis with, uh, a hand, say, or
a mouth... Then he might get an erection."
"Ah, so it happens just before sexual relations."
"Well, ideally," Bashir continued, noticing that he was
sweating profusely and wondering if he had a fever, "but other
times it happens at inopportune moments. Sometimes when you
first meet someone you find attractive, you get an erection you
can't get rid of. Unfortunately, that's usually a time when sex
is least likely to take place." He stopped suddenly and flushed,
realizing how much he had revealed about himself. But Odo didn't
seem to notice.
"Hmmm," he said pensively, "and I suppose you'll tell me
next that sometimes it doesn't happen just before coupling, when
it's supposed to."
"I'm afraid that's so," Bashir admitted with a rueful smile.
Odo was shaking his head. "I might have known it would be
confusing if it had to do with humans. At least I won't have to
worry about not being able to get it erect. Now," he turned to
Bashir, I think I'm ready for a trial run."
Bashir gulped down some air as he was trying to answer.
"All right," he managed to say, licking his dry lips.
Odo closed his eyes. "All right," he said, "go ahead."
Bashir's eyes suddenly got very large. "Go ahead and do
what?" he asked.
"Stimulate it, doctor. This is supposed to be a simulation.
And then you watch it to make sure it responds correctly and
looks right."
"All right," breathed the doctor hoarsely. Although Bashir
saw the logic in this, for a moment he was incapable of actually
placing his hand on the flaccid organ. He stretched out his
fingers and retracted them. Odo opened one eye to check on the
delay.
"I'm just ready," said Bashir, and, in one quick movement,
took the limp penis into his hand.
It was warm and slightly damp like his own, Bashir realized
with a start. Somehow he had expected to take cold protoplasm
into his hand, although that was silly, because Odo had felt warm
when Bashir had examined him other times. What had he been
thinking of?
He began to stroke Odo's organ with his whole hand, and was
amazed when it grew quickly into a stalk so thick that his
fingers wouldn't meet his palm when he held it. It was half a
meter long and still growing. "Uh, Odo? This is a little too
big," he said with embarrassment.
"Is it?" Odo replied casually. "It's the same size as the
one in the hologram."
"That one was large so you could see the details," Julian
explained.
Odo nodded and then concentrated for a moment. "How's
that?"
Julian now held an erect cock a few inches over a foot long.
His fingers still didn't meet when he held it, but it was no
longer a lethal weapon. "That's better," he said cautiously, not
wanting to hurt the shape shifter's feelings, "but I wonder why
you don't just tailor it to your, uh, friend's desires. Some
people like them this large, but, I have to tell you, this is at
the upper end of the size range, even for Betazoids. Something
about two thirds this length and a little narrower would probably
be a better place to start."
"How large is yours?" Odo asked suspiciously.
"Smaller, believe me," Bashir replied, flushing again. "But
large enough for the purpose."
Odo concentrated and complied with Bashir's suggestion
almost instantly. "Better?"
"Better." Julian worked in silence for a while. The organ
swelled beautifully, alternately revealing and concealing two
bright red wings under the foreskin. Julian described the
tactile and anti-frictional qualities of pre-ejaculate, and Odo
managed to produce a reasonable facsimile. The reddened head
glistened, and Julian's hand became wet. Both men watched the
process silently.
Suddenly Julian realized that his own cock was stirring in
response to this marvelous creation. He looked away and thought
about snow. He thought about open-heart surgery. He thought
about death. He dug the nails of his other hand into his palm,
to no avail. His mind returned over and over to one thing and
one thing alone.
His uniform bulged uncomfortably as his stimulated organ
tried to push its way to freedom. Odo cocked his head
sympathetically in its direction. "Is that one of the
inopportune erections you mentioned?"
"I'd say so," Bashir answered uncomfortably. His erection
throbbed painfully, unable to stretch to its full length.
"I think I'm ready for something stronger," Odo announced.
"Like what?" Julian asked irritably.
"Can you try it with your mouth?"
A wave of desire ran through Julian's crotch and settled
into a dull ache in his balls. "You could do it yourself," he
pointed out. "Why don't you?" The thought of watching Odo suck
himself off suddenly became incredibly alluring.
"Because you're supposed to be showing me what to expect. I
don't know how to do it."
"You think I do?" Bashir almost snapped.
"You've never put a penis in your mouth?"
"No."
"But you've had it done to you."
Julian grew suddenly pale. "Why, yes."
"Then show me." Was that a lascivious glint in Odo's eye?
Julian shook his head to clear it of silly ideas. Or was he just
projecting his own desires onto the shape shifter? His head was
spinning and he felt as if he were about to explode. Without
thinking about it any further, he knelt on the floor and took
Odo's organ into his mouth.
Odo grunted as it slipped inside. "Ahhh," he moaned, "I am
starting to see the appeal of all this."
Getting a response sent chills through Bashir's body. He
swirled his tongue around Odo's magnificent glans and grazed the
shaft with his teeth. Odo's knees started to buckle. Julian put
his arms around Odo's thighs and grabbed his butt hard, digging
in his fingers. Slowly, Odo folded to the floor and lifted
Bashir over him, planting the doctor with one knee on either side
of his head. Odo grabbed the waistband of Bashir's uniform pants
and started pulling.
"Damned inconvenient, these clothes," he muttered, "I wonder
why you wear them."
Julian wanted to tell him how sexy it could be to undress
another person slowly, revelling in each new expanse of skin as
it was slowly revealed. Unfortunately, his mouth was occupied in
sucking and nibbling small areas all around Odo's glans before
plunging it through his bared teeth all the way to the back of
his throat.
Odo gave the pants a hard tug and Julian's erect member
bounced out, ready for action. Odo enveloped it--in what, Julian
was not so sure. It felt more like a vagina than a mouth--tight
at the lips, and heavenly soft inside. He knew he wouldn't last
long. As he got closer to orgasm, he realized dimly that Odo
must be imitating not only the technique of his tongue and teeth,
but his state of arousal. The echo effect was well beyond any
masturbatory control a human could ever realize. As he gently
caressed and then sucked hard, his maneuver was repeated on his
own member, eliciting an illogical gasp of surprise from the
move's originator, himself. And as he went past the point of no
return, he felt the man under him follow close behind. And as he
began to convulse, squirting his seed into Odo's mouth--vagina?--
he felt a corresponding eruption in the enormous organ he held in
his mouth. It grew incredibly, blazing hot before it began a
series of throbs that seemed to increase its width by a third.
At first, nothing came out except the same pre-ejaculate that Odo
had been secreting all along. But after Bashir himself came, he
felt his mouth fill up with semen, or something remarkably like
it. Before he even thought about it, he had swallowed it all
eagerly and collapsed exhausted on the shape shifter's muscular
body.
"You said you didn't know how to make semen," he said softly
a few minutes later.
"Of course I didn't, until I had a chance to sample yours,"
replied the shape shifter. "Interesting taste and texture.
You're sure yours is typical?"
"Yes," Bashir laughed. He turned and lay next to Odo on the
floor, leaving his pants at half mast. As he did so, he noticed
a figure in the doorway that hadn't been there before.
"Dax," he gasped weakly.