Friendly Advice by Anon

Date: 6 Dec 1994

Friendly Advice
Part I
(c) 1994 by Anon

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...

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.

Part II


"Well, well," she said with amusement, sauntering into the room, "What's been going on here?"

"I've been helping... That is, I've been showing Odo..."

"You've been showing Odo how to get off?"

"Yes," Bashir said a bit defensively, "that's what he asked me to do." Casually, and without seeming to be in a hurry, he hitched his pants back up around his waist. Dax did not fail to notice.

"Oh, don't bother to get dressed just for me. Maybe I can help Odo, too. She looked down at the shape shifter, who was just starting to rise. "Wait, Odo. Are you getting ready for a date with a man or a woman?"

"A woman," he said seriously, "but I needed a model of male arousal."

"Of course you did," said Dax sympathetically, "but now you need a model of female arousal, don't you? Just to let you know what to expect?"

Odo didn't say no. Removing her boots, Dax quickly stepped over him and squatted over his body. She took his now wilted member between her palms and stimulated it firmly.

"Now, let me get this straight," she said, "is this all simulation on your part, or do you feel something when I do this?"

"At first I didn't know what was expected of me," he said, a little hurt, "but by now I have the receptors in all the right places, thank you."

"Good," Dax answered with relish, "because I wouldn't want to think I was going to be doing all this for show. She glanced over at Julian, who was sitting morosely on the floor by Odo's side. "You just watch this time, Julian," she said kindly. "Take a break. Maybe next you and I will have to do a demonstration for Odo, all right?"

Julian smiled faintly and flushed a deep red, uncertain whether to believe her. He watched longingly as she stood to remove her uniform bottom, then the top, and squatted once again over Odo. "Now listen," she said seriously, "sucking a woman is very different from sucking a man. Let me demonstrate."

Swiftly, she straddled his head and lowered herself over his mouth. "Point your tongue," she instructed, "that's right, now find my clitoris. There, you've got it." She threw her head back and enjoyed the sensations for a few minutes. Julian squirmed uncomfortably on the hard infirmary floor. He was so close to them, he could smell their mingled scents, and it was giving him a hard-on so intense it was as if he had not come at all. Dax seemed oblivious of him, concentrating all her attention on Odo's tongue.

"Constable, you're cheating," she gasped, "not that I mind, but that's longer than any human tongue I ever felt. But don't stop. Just put it inside me. Oh, yes, there." She writhed over him for a minute gasping in small breaths. A faint flush spread over her cheeks and spread to her neck and upper chest, making her spots fade for a moment. Julian knew she had climaxed. He also knew he ought to get away from them, stop torturing himself, but he was unable to move away from Dax's tantalizing nakedness. With Odo around, why would she ever give him a chance? Odo was a superhuman lover who could adapt himself to fit her every desire. Julian always tried to be sensitive, but, after all, he was only human.

Dax had changed sides and lowered herself onto Odo's penis. The expression on her face told Julian everything. "That's a good size," she said, "perfect."

"Dr. Bashir helped me choose it," said Odo matter-of-factly, as if he were talking about trying on suits. "I originally wanted to go with something bigger."

"No," moaned Dax, moving her hips in a circular pattern, and obviously close to coming again, "bigger might hurt. One of the male Daxes was bigger and he always had problems. This is just right for..." She lapsed out of speech again and purred low in her throat for a minute, clasping her thighs around Odo's and moving in short, shallow thrusts. He climaxed just after she did, and was still holding her by the waist and pushing hard into her when she suddenly opened her eyes. "What was I saying?" she asked in perplexity. "Oh, Julian, I'm sorry," she said, looking at him sadly. "We've been ignoring you. Come over here and lie down."

Not knowing how much closer he could be, he lay down self- consciously next to Odo.

"Wait a minute," she ordered. "Take off that uniform."

"But I..."

"You're worried that someone will come in with a hangnail for you to treat. Computer, Security lock on infirmary. Authorization Dax epsilon omega 2-6-3. No one is to enter," her eyes lit up with a sudden idea, "except for Major Kira. Dax to Kira."

"Kira here."

"You're needed in the infirmary, Nerys. Right now."

"Can't it wait?" asked the Major's irritated voice. "I'm just about to start the diagnostic on the..."

"No it can't. Absolutely not. Be here or you'll regret it. Dax out." She winked at Julian. "That will get her down here. She can't resist a mystery, you know."

Bashir had removed his uniform and lain miserably back down on the floor. He knew what she was up to. She was going to make him be with Kira, who admittedly was quite attractive, but he didn't think of her the way he thought of Jadzia. Always, every night, he made himself come while thinking of her. It was her fault that he had given in to Odo. He was so horny all the time, he had just made it with someone he had never remotely thought of as sexual... No, that wasn't true. As he transformed, Odo had suddenly become attractive, as if he had released a heretofore hidden potential that had bloomed in Bashir's sight. He actually had been intensely drawn to this new Odo. Maybe he was expanding his sights, starting to think of someone besides Dax. That was healthy, wasn't it? So doing it with Major Kira might also have its merits.

But Dax had dismounted from Odo and was regarding Julian appraisingly. For a moment, he was afraid that his erection would fade away, but the thought of her intense eyes scrutinizing his privates made his cock harder and his balls sorer than ever. "Nice, Julian," she said, kneeling to take his penis and balls into her cupped hands. "Very attractive."

"Not as large as Odo's," he found himself saying, and winced.

"Large isn't everything," she shrugged and took him into her mouth. He caught his breath and threw his head back with the intense beat of pleasure that assailed him. Dax, the unattainable--Jadzia Dax had her mouth on his cock. "Mmmpf bmmfp," she said.

"What?" asked Odo irritably, feeling left out in his turn.

Dax released Julian for a moment but kept caressing him with her fingers. "I said, everyone's different, and everyone has different preferences."

"You said all that?" Odo asked with annoyance, deliberately missing the point.

Dax ignored him and continued to suck, lick, and caress Julian's penis and balls. She sucked his cock and squeezed each ball gently in turn; then she took each ball in her mouth and rubbed his cock vigorously with her hands. But Julian wasn't satisfied. He wanted to touch her.

"Jadzia," he gasped, "come here. Come to me."

She understood immediately and substituted her vagina for her mouth, sliding easily on to him. He grabbed her hungrily and pressed his mouth to hers, rolling over on her and thrusting into her vigorously. He sucked and gently bit one precious breast while rolling the other nipple between his fingers. His lips moved all over her chest, neck and face, while his hands reached under to grab her buns and then caress her sides, her face, her hair--all the places he thought he'd never touch and might never touch again. He was glad he had already come with Odo, for, in his heightened state, he wouldn't have lasted a minute if this were the first time. As it was, he was getting a little close, but he wanted to enjoy this as long as he could. He wanted Dax moaning and squirming under him, coming and coming as many times as she could stand. As he was thinking that, she did come, grabbing his buns and back, digging her nails in so hard that he nearly lost control.

Just as her contractions finished, she gave him a devilish look and deftly flipped him on his back, rolling over on top of him without missing a beat. He couldn't figure out how she had done it, but was determined to return the favor when he had the chance. She rode him hard, pushing down on him in a certain way to get his penis to touch a spot deep inside her. She rubbed her clit with one hand and grabbed his balls with the other, grinding her pelvis into his pubic bone until she started a long orgasm that made her close her eyes and sigh for several minutes before she collapsed, spent, on his chest.

Proud of himself for lasting as long as he had, Julian took Dax in his arms and rolled over on top of her once again. Putting one leg over one of hers and the other between them, he thrust hard right into that sensitive spot that she had aimed him at before. She came alive with a groan and immediately climaxed again, thrusting her pelvis against him while he held her buns in his hands. With his face buried in her hair, Julian levitated into the most intense orgasm of his brief life so far, a pleasure so much stronger than consciousness that he must have blacked out for a few moments. When he came back to himself, he was caressing her long, loose hair with grateful hands and kissing her softly on the mouth.

"Bravo!" he heard behind him. Julian saw Dax flush even redder than she already was. They had forgotten Odo's presence, forgotten that Kira had been summoned from Ops to share in the fun. They got up slowly and looked at their audience. Odo, in his new muscular incarnation, stood next to Kira, who was still wearing her uniform.

"Nice performance," Kira observed sincerely. She walked up to Julian, looking him up and down. "So you finally got together, you two. What prompted this?"

"Dr. Bashir was helping me get ready for an encounter with a friend tonight," Odo explained. "I needed to know some of the details of human arousal."

"I see," Kira said with amusement, "and things got out of hand, didn't they? Jadzia, I'm surprised at you," Kira pretended to scold her friend. "Why did you let Odo get away with this?" She indicated his changed body. "I mean, it's nice, but, there are so many other possibilities."

"What do you mean?" asked Bashir, wondering suddenly how Kira looked without her uniform.

"I mean, why stop here when he could have two penises? Three. Three penises and a vagina or two. Four hands. A couple of mouths. He could be everywhere, all over you, penetrating everywhere at once while you were penetrating him." She glared at Dax. "What's so funny?"

Jadzia was snickering into Julian's shoulder. He leaned into her, glad to feel her touch again. "I guess we know what you like," Dax remarked, "and Odo could do it all right, but so could a determined group of friends." She looked at Odo and Bashir. "Are you game?"

Odo didn't catch on until Dax and Julian had moved in on Kira, stripping her uniform from her and laying her on an examining table. "Hey!" she exclaimed, but she didn't struggle much.

Odo walked over to the head of the bed and raised himself to her height by stretching his legs. "Would you care to sample this?" he asked politely. Kira smiled and took his penis in her hands to harden it, and then slipped it into her mouth. Meanwhile, Dax and Julian were taking turn lapping at Kira's clit and sucking her breasts. When Odo stretched a hand over and inserted a thick finger up between Kira's buns, she moaned and pushed down on him hard. Her scent filled the air. Bashir had another large erection and he was just itching to enter her. Just think, he mused, a minute ago I was afraid of having to make it with her, and now I want to.

As if she read his mind, Kira spoke. "Go ahead, Julian," she said invitingly, teasing his erection with her hands.

He climbed up onto the examining table and slipped inside Kira. She was hot, perhaps two degrees warmer than a human. He should have remembered that, but right now all he could think of was the effect her heat was having on him, and her silky softness as she gripped him and came time after time, thrusting up on him and down on Odo's fingers. Dax's hands were on them and in between them, stimulating them both to climax. Julian was getting close again, and then something completely unexpected happened. From behind, something warm and smooth began to penetrate him, sliding easily up his ass and filling him with pleasure to the core. He looked around and realized that it was Jadzia, looking at him with mischief in her eyes, who had put her fingers in as far as they would go. That was all he could stand, and he broke into wave after wave of searing orgasm, aware of all his friends around him, under him, in him, driving him insane with pleasure.

A moment after he had collapsed on Kira and felt her sigh one final time under him, Dax announced in his ear, "My turn on the table!"

Laughing, he slipped off Kira and helped her to rise. Jadzia took her place, and Odo immediately stepped up to take Julian's. With a pang of jealousy, Julian watched the shape- shifter's massive member push into Jadzia's well lubricated vagina. She growled with pleasure and started moving under him. Julian stood slightly behind Odo, watching forlornly, when suddenly he realized that the sight of Odo's muscular backside pumping up and down was giving him a massive hard-on.

Bashir moved quickly to the side of the table and pressed the control that lowered it. When it was almost to the floor, he stepped up behind Odo and pushed his erection firmly into the cleft between Odo's buttocks. The shape-shifter gasped in surprise, and Julian felt a stab of pure pleasure in his groin as he entered Odo up to the hilt.

As Julian mounted Odo, Kira moved to the other end of the table to squat over Jadzia's face and offer her spread labia to the trill's eager mouth. Dax reached up with her tongue, lapping and penetrating, until Kira's moans were added to the general dim.

Jadzia herself was the first to climax. Despite its size, Odo's erection touched her cervix softly without causing her any pain. Once inside her, he had expanded himself, stroking and tickling her vaginal walls in ways she--and her predecessors--had never experienced before. A soft little spur had grown off the top of his penis to stimulate her clitoris. Somehow there was a mouth on each of her breasts, and both of them belonged to Odo. Jadzia rode the crest of a continuous orgasm that seemed to go on forever. The muffled sounds coming from her throat as she licked Nerys sounded like stifled screams.

Odo was expanding in other directions as well. The penis he now pumped inside Jadzia was the center of the intense sensations he was experiencing, but his mouths and his other appendages did their share in giving and taking pleasure. His whole body felt as if it trembled on the brink of orgasm as he fucked, sucked, stroked, and rubbed the orifices and protrusions of three bodies and was fucked and stroked in turn.

Julian was overwhelmed by the sensation of plunging over and over into Odo's cleft. He felt as if he were entering a warm tank of viscous fluid that tugged on him as he entered, and swirled around him as he left. Added to this was the delicious sensation of being penetrated himself, for Odo had sent a penis- shaped tendril snaking around Julian's leg which had found his own cleft and was fucking it in the same rhythm that he was fucking Odo, and Odo was fucking Jadzia. Julian knew he would come soon, but he also felt on the edge of a timeless state of ecstacy.

Another of Odo's tendrils had found Kira's tight cleft. When she felt it push gently inside she let out an ecstatic yell and angled herself to give it room for entry. With Jazdia's tongue moving in and on her and one of Odo's penises pushing its way into her ass, she reached the same timeless state Jadzia was already in, where her only worry was that her legs would buckle before she reached her limit.

Julian finally came, seeing an explosion of light behind his closed eyelids. His spasms lasted longer than he ever remembered, but eventually he fell away, exhausted, to the floor. Kira finished next, after climaxing again and again on Jadzia's twirling tongue. Jadzia seemed to pass out for a moment from the combined sensations she was receiving, and then Odo came, shouting and heaving with the strongest feelings he had ever dreamed of in his life, ejaculating a mountain of simulated semen into Jadzia's warm, soaking wet vagina. The tingling went on and on, spreading through his body like a flame, and he actually reverted to his liquid state for a few seconds, right on Jadzia's body, and slithered off onto the floor before recovering his naked shape again.

No one spoke for a long time. They had all reverted to a place of pleasure that predated speech--a feeling of oceanic, wordless contentment. Julian crawled to the table and pulled Jadzia down unresisting into his arms. She turned towards him and rested her head on his shoulder, while Kira snuggled up warmly to her back. Odo's limbs seemed to be wrapped around all of them at once. Kira's head lay pillowed in his arms, while Julian's head rested on his muscled thigh, and Jadzia's hair trailed over his penis and balls.

No one knew how long they lay like that, dozing and dreaming together, when a musical voice pealed from the doorway:

"Oh, Odo, you sweet man! You planned a party for me!" It was Lwaxana Troi.

Part III


Lwaxana Troi walked gracefully into the infirmary wearing a dazzling dress. Made entirely from a wispy, shimmery, green and gold fabric, it clung to her body at the breast, bunched at the waist, and draped attractively over her hips. One leg was revealed up to the thigh, while the other was covered to the ankle. One side of her bodice extended up to cover her shoulder and neck, while the other side remained completely naked down to her waist. One luscious breast was covered in transparent gold, while the other looked boldly out on the world. Odo, Bashir, Kira, and Dax stared at her in complete amazement.

She smiled even more broadly and rustled her full skirts. "It's just a little something I picked up on Risa," she said with false modesty. "I'm so glad you like it."

"How the devil did she get in here, Jadzia?" whispered Bashir. "I thought you put a security lock on the outer door."

"I did."

"She goes anywhere she wants," Odo rumbled, "she's an ambassador."

"Oh, I just asked a nice Security man to open the door for me," Lwaxana said innocently. "I told him I had important business with the doctor, and the computer said you were in here..."

"That explains it," said Bashir, looking around for his pants. "I apologize, Madam Ambassador. I can be ready to give you that demonstration in a few minutes. I have everything prepared, but I just got... sidetracked." He looked at Dax, Kira, and Odo, who were all still naked, and couldn't help smiling in spite of his embarrassment.

Lwaxana waved a bejeweled hand in the air. "Oh, don't bother about that, young man. I think I just missed a demonstration I might have been more interested in." Julian and Dax flushed, while Kira stifled a laugh.

As Julian got up to find his uniform, his member, which was still swollen from his recent excesses, dangled out in front of him, half hard. He noticed that Mrs. Troi was regarding it speculatively. It twitched, then hardened and started to stand up tall.

"Why, thank you," exclaimed Lwaxana with a radiant smile. "I appreciate the sentiment."

Julian flushed bright red, and wondered why he had enough blood in his body to infuse two places at once.

Odo got up off the floor. "To tell you the truth," he said, "I was just getting ready for our... uh, meeting tonight, and..."

"Your date, Odo. It's called a date," Julian stage- whispered spitefully. Odo ignored him.

"Anyway, I asked Dr. Bashir for some advice," he paused, clearly unsure where to take his explanation.

"I don't mind, dear," Lwaxana said in her ringing voice, "in fact, I'm flattered that you wanted to prepare for me."

"The only problem," Odo admitted, "is that I'm exhausted now and I need to leave this shape for a while. Just an hour," he continued quickly, seeing her expression, "and then I'll be fine again."

"All right," Lwaxana agreed, "you can rest in my quarters. And maybe later we can visit with your friends." She licked her lips in anticipation.

"I'd rather go to my office. My bucket is there."

"No arguments," she said sternly. "We'll pick it up on the way and go to my quarters. I don't want to miss a moment with you. Don't you know that's why I came to this dreary backwater? To see you. I thought we could pick up where we left off last time." She took Odo's arm and led him towards the door.

"Wait a minute, Odo," Bashir called after them, "you're forgetting something."

Odo looked down at himself. "Clothes," he said, aghast, "I've never had to think of them before." He concentrated a moment and restored his uniform. When he was done, he staggered with exhaustion. Mrs. Troi took his arm again.

"One more thing, Odo," Julian said. "Don't forget to do your transformation in front of Mrs. Troi. I know it embarrasses you, but I found it most... interesting."

"Don't you mean stimulating?" suggested Dax.

"He means sexy," added Kira.

Mrs. Troi winked at them all and led the tired shape shifter out of the infirmary.

"What now?" asked Kira, somewhat tired herself. "I guess I'd better get back to Ops."

"How about a shower first?" Julian suggested. "There's one in my office."

Both women agreed. After picking up their scattered articles of clothing, they headed for the office. Julian looked around at the sight of their recent debauch. He raised the examining table to its normal height. It was covered with the sexual secretions of four species. So was the floor. A warm, musky scent hung in the air. He sighed, turned on the room's self cleaning cycle, and followed the women into the bathroom.

Kira had already set the showerhead on mist rather than a hard spray. That was one way to relax in the warmth without wasting water. She entered the stall.

"Hey, this is wonderful!" she exclaimed. "It's as big as some of the guest quarters. With padded walls, and lined with benches. How did you get so lucky?"

"I'm Chief Medical Officer," Julian said flatly. "It goes with the job."

As he stepped into the stall, Julian accidentally brushed his still swollen organ against Kira's damp thigh. "Haven't you had enough?" she teased him.

He suddenly felt angry at her, knowing it was irrational, and that he was just uncertain about what recent events would do to his relationship with Dax. He had wanted to be alone with the Trill, to ask her whether she wanted to continue a physical relationship with him, but with Kira here, he had to wait. As his blood boiled, his penis hardened. All three looked at it in surprise.

"No, I haven't had enough. Have you?" he challenged.

"As a matter of fact, no," answered Kira.

He stepped up and lifted her easily, lowering her onto his erection, and supporting her with his hands on her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, and he leaned her back against the wall and started thrusting into her. The warm mist in the air around them softened the edges of things, made them vaguer. He couldn't see clearly in the dimness, but he was acutely aware of his swollen cock that seemed harder than he had ever felt it. He wasn't sure he could come again, but he felt as though he could continue like this forever. Each thrust brought him a stab of pleasure, but it didn't seem to bring him closer to orgasm. He was ecstatic and frustrated at the same time.

Kira actually hadn't been sure that she could take anymore rubbing in her vagina, but the warm mist all around them had soothed her soreness. She was so swollen that Julian felt larger than before, and at this angle, he was hitting new spots deep inside her, giving her a pulse of pleasure with each thrust. She bounced around as he held her, feeling his hostility in every thrust. She grabbed his nipples with her fingers and worked them hard, enjoying his gasps of half pleasure, half pain. She could do what she wanted with them; his hands were occupied.

Dax meanwhile was not hanging back from the fun. She placed her hands between Kira's thighs, penetrating her anally with one hand and reaching under to stroke Julian's penis with the other. She touched their thighs and mouthed their backs and buns, and even pushed between and underneath them to lick the shaft of Julian's penis, and Kira's nether lips. She stroked Kira's breasts and stimulated her nipples. Kira climaxed, squeezing Julian's nipples unbearably hard in her ecstacy. He felt even more frustrated: his body was racked by intense sensations that promised no release.

Suddenly a voice boomed in the tiled room. "Sisko to Kira. Where the hell are you?"

Everyone froze. Kira released Julian's nipples, and Julian lifted her carefully off his engorged organ. The Major bolted from the shower and grabbed her comm badge just as Sisko was saying, "Sisko to Kira. What are you doing in the infirmary?"

"Kira here. I was just helping Dr. Bashir with a big problem." She made a face at Julian. "I'll be right there." Grabbing a towel, she dried and dressed herself quickly. "Later," she said, looking at them both, and sprinted from the room.

Bashir closed the shower door and sat down on the padded bench. His erection hadn't gone down at all. He looked tired and miserable.

"Why were you so angry with Kira?" Dax asked, sitting beside him and laying a cool hand on his thigh.

He shuddered. "Sensory overload, I guess," he answered. "I suppose I just wanted to be alone with you."

"You did?" Jadzia asked. "What for? Haven't you been getting any sex lately?"

"Don't laugh at me, Jadzia. I wanted to talk to you about... this. About whether it was a one-time thing or not."

"Do you want it to be?" He normally clear eyes looked fuzzy in the mist.

"What do you think, Jadzia?" he moaned.

"I don't know yet," she answered honestly. "This was all spontaneous, and once I started I didn't want to stop. Don't want to stop," she corrected. She looked down at his flaming member. "Need some help with that?" she teased, and stroked the shaft tenderly.

"Yes," he breathed, "I want you, Jadzia."

"Again?" She feigned surprise.

He looked hurt. "We only did it once."

"You're right. Well, I guess, in that case..."

She slipped off the bench to kneel on the floor and coaxed him after her. She pushed him gently down and lay on top of him, opening his lips and inserting her tongue slowly and deeply inside. She caressed his tongue with hers as she held his head between her strong hands. His penis lay between them, still rock hard. Dax grabbed it with one hand, and Julian jumped. "We're just making it worse, you know," she observed.

"I don't care," he said hoarsely. "I've been waiting for this for a year."

They continued to kiss languorously, while Julian's hands found her breasts and gently fondled them. He was in a daze of pleasure; part of his mind couldn't believe what was happening to him. But then his mind wasn't in control; his whole system was a slave to that rigid cock squeezed against Dax's thigh.

Although they had become good friends, Jadzia had never been especially attracted to Julian, and had never intended to have sex with him, no matter how much he wanted her. Today she had taken him inside of her, however, and she was just about to do it again. She concentrated on their kisses, which were really very arousing, so that she wouldn't think about what might happen later. The intensity of Julian's passion was contagious--he was so happy and so grateful that Jadzia let herself be carried along on the moment. And besides, his hands and mouth knew what they were doing, and he was turning her on.

On an impulse, Jadzia broke away from his mouth and swung around him, taking his engorged penis into her mouth and dangling her spread labia over his face. His erection really was a mouthful now--she would swear it was much thicker than when she had swallowed it before. She pumped it in and out until he cried out, then dabbled her tongue gently around the tip to make him wait. Meanwhile, with his hands tightly gripping her buns, he was digging into her with his tongue as if he wanted to swallow her, squeezing her labia with his lips and teeth, sucking and tonguing her clit. Her legs felt weak, and she wondered if they would hold her up after she came again.

She got closer and closer to orgasm as Julian's tonguing and sucking became more frantic. When she came, his tongue was deep inside her, feeling her spasms. The shaking spread to her knees; she collapsed and rolled onto her back. Julian knelt over her, smiling broadly. His face was spread with her juices. He rubbed his wet face over her breasts and belly and then licked the viscous juices up. Water condensed on their bodies and rolled off.

Jadzia took him by the shoulders and guided his lips to hers. At the same time, he slid into her so hard he nearly lifted her off the floor. They thrust their hips together over and over, and each time Jadzia added another layer to her building pleasure, while Julian felt a jolt of pain and a wave of pleasure. She told him she was coming, as if he needed to be told, but suddenly hearing her say it impelled him to a higher plane of bliss. He felt as if he was losing his mind, and then he did, for a whole, timeless moment. They lay still in the streaming mist.

After a time, Jadzia stirred. "My skin is wrinkled," she said distastefully. "I have to get out of this shower." She rose and started to soap herself up. Julian got up, too, and they washed each other companionably before turning on the hard spray for a moment to rinse, and then getting out to dry off.

When Julian saw her in her clothes, he said tenderly, "Hello, stranger. I haven't seen you dressed in a couple of hours." He reached for her mouth.

She gave him only a brief kiss before pulling away. "Come on, Julian," she said, trying to sound light, "you've probably got a line a mile long outside the infirmary."

"If anyone had wanted me, they would have called me on the comm line," he said, puzzled. He took her around the waist and she pulled away. "You aren't going to make love with me again. You didn't enjoy it."

"I did enjoy it, Julian. You know I did. But I'm not going to do it with you again."

"Why not?" Julian looked devastated.

"Because I didn't intend to have sex with anybody. And I'm not doing it again." Jadzia gripped his shoulder for a moment and them walked to the door. "It's just something I decided. I can't explain right now. I'm sorry, Julian." She left abruptly.

Bashir stood there in shock for a few minutes and then walked over to the medical computer and sat down. Her scent was still in his nose and his skin. With each breath he remembered the feel and the taste of her. He sat staring into vacancy, ecstatic and ruined at the same time. It was late. He decided to eat and go back to his quarters to sleep. He'd try to sort it out tomorrow.

Lwaxana spent Odo's hour of rest answering messages, looking through her clothes, and peering into his bucket. It was really too bad that he had been so tired when she first saw him, but she imagined they'd have a good time anyway. She looked at the chronometer again and then into the bucket. It was over an hour now, so why wasn't he stirring--so to speak. She laughed to herself about the pun, and sat down to try to read a novel. No use making food or anything, since he didn't eat. She sighed. Sometimes having interspecies lovers was a strain, it really was. But it had usually been worth it. She bit her lower lip and thought back on some particularly appetizing events.

She heard a rush behind her and a bubbling sound. Lwaxana smiled. Let him come up from behind and think he'd surprised her. She wouldn't rush into his arms. A hand landed on her shoulder.

"Constable," she said, turning to face him, "so soon? It couldn't have been an hour yet."

"It's been more than an hour," he answered, "and I'm sorry I was so tired. But I'll try to make it up to you."

Her lips curled in an inviting smile. "You do that," she said sweetly. "Now, I want to see the transformation that that nice young doctor mentioned. Come here." She led him to a full- length mirror and placed a straight-backed chair before it. "Go ahead," she said, sitting gracefully and crossing her legs. "I'm watching."

Odo closed his eyes and removed his uniform as he had for Bashir. The template body soon shaped itself into the masculine shape the ambassador had been awaiting. She stood, putting her hands on his chest, and steered him to the chair. "Sit down and rest, my friend," she invited, "that must have been a lot of work."

Odo sat, facing the mirror. Lwaxana straddled him, placing her hands around his neck. "How do you like my dress?" she asked, stroking him.

"Very attractive," he answered politely, "but I would prefer to see what is under it."

"How blunt," she smiled, "and how adorable of you." She felt something stir under her thigh. When she pulled a sash, the dress fell away in an instant. She raised herself and came down on Odo's impressive erection. "There," she purred, "I believe in getting right to the heart of things."

And get to it they did. As she pumped up and down on him, Odo put his hand between her legs and tantalized her, marveling for the tenth time that day at human sexuality in all its wonder. As he stroked her, she responded with her movements on him. In the mirror he could see her shapely buttocks bouncing up and down on his shaft, and before he knew it, he was in a rather heightened state himself. He watched her skin take on a lovely rosy hue as she sighed and moaned and finally ground her pelvis into him, impaling herself as far as possible on his shaft.

"Now, my dear," she said a minute later, "it's time I was introduced to my friend." She stood up off of him, releasing a flood of come juice into his lap. "Here he is," she cooed, taking his erect penis first into her hand, then her mouth, and then she didn't say anything for a while, but knelt between his knees working him with her skilled mouth and hands. She kept him at the brink of explosion for as long as she could, and then let him come with long, slow, uniform strokes. She sucked the head of his penis until it was dry, then she kissed it lightly and turned to sit on his lap facing the mirror. He wrapped her in his arms.

For a long while, they talked and played gently with each other. Odo was starting to understand the human attraction for intimacy, and was finding that he shared it.

"Odo," Lwaxana said, suddenly turning sideways on his lap. Do you know how to kiss?"

"No," he said in surprise, "I don't suppose I do."

She laughed her musical laugh. "You've been making love all day, and I'll bet you haven't been kissed once."

"You're right."

She shook her head. "This younger generation. They're in such a hurry."

"I seem to remember that you got right to the point, too."

She took his chin into her hand and rubbed her nose on his. "You weren't supposed to remember that," she said. Then she opened her mouth and pressed her lips against his, prying his lips open with her tongue. "Odo, darling," she whispered, "why do you keep your lips so primly closed? Let me get in there."

"Why?" he asked, suddenly pulling away.

"Hmmm," she mused, "you do have teeth and a tongue, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Well, don't you have any neural sensors in there?"

"Yes, for performing oral sex."

"Then use them. Relax. Kissing is quite arousing for most humanoids."

Odo released the tension in his lips, and Lwaxana set to work, twirling her tongue against his. Occasionally she withdrew to bite his lips gently, and then she would resume probing the roof of his mouth and his inner cheeks. Gradually, Odo joined in the fun, twisting his tongue around hers and dabbing it swiftly around her sensitive lips.

Lwaxana had turned around on his lap to face him. Where her vulva pressed against him, he felt a growing wetness. She felt his erection surging against her belly. Rising without breaking her lips away from his, she took him inside herself and rode him with long, steady beats until they both climaxed. Odo picked her up and lay down with her on the bed.

Later, Lwaxana said, "Odo, I have something to ask you. And if you don't want to do it, you need to tell me. I won't mind."

"What is it?" he asked, suddenly worried.

"Since you can change into anything you like--isn't that right?--I was wondering if you could change into a..."

He could just imagine what. A table. A Rigelian starfish. A bald eagle. And he thought this woman was different, that she liked him for himself.

"...a woman," she finished.

"A woman?" he repeated, dumbfounded. "But I thought you liked me as a man."

"Oh, I do, I do. It's just that it would give me pleasure to please you another way, through a vagina. And you could do the same for me, although I can't become a man for you, unfortunately, my dear."

Odo considered. "I can do that," he agreed. "I just need to know whether you want me this way..." His genitals seemed to melt and reform almost instantaneously into feminine ones. His muscles changed their shape, and breasts sprouted from his hairless chest. "...or this way," he finished, and the penis Lwaxana had just enjoyed grew to one side of Odo's new organs.

"Let's try this way," she decided, sliding one hand through his new vulva and grabbing his penis with the other. He threw his head back and caught his breath with the intensity of the sensations. His neural sensors must be in the right places, he decided.

Lwaxana slid down his/her reformed body and opened the labia, plunging her tongue inside. With the other hand she rubbed Odo's hard penis. She wondered whether Odo would have a separate orgasm for each organ, or if all the stimulation only fed into one orgasm. She decided to find out.

When Odo's vagina reached its softest point, she stopped rubbing his penis, and doubled her attention to his/her vagina, opening it and plunging her hands inside. She noticed that Odo was playing with his own breasts, cupping them and rolling the nipples between his fingers. Odo gasped loudly and started to shout, throwing his head back and thrusting into Lwaxana's mouth. His hard clit shrank and then swelled to enormous proportions just before he came and came and came. Lwaxana thought he would never stop, but finally, the contractions faded. Lwaxana surfaced, smiling broadly, and reached for Odo's still hard penis.

"Let me," Odo said huskily, and pushed the Betazoid woman gently over a pillow on her stomach. Mounting her from behind, he reached around and found her clit, which was already hard and swollen from recent events. Lwaxana shoved her bottom back against him, and the hot wetness of the vulva she had just eaten pressed against one of her buns. Odo lifted her a bit with each hard stroke, stimulating her clit without respite. She was driven into an orgasmic frenzy, heaving her hips against him with all her might, while shouting and encouraging him to drive her to ever greater heights.

Without exercising any control, without thinking about it in the least, he built up to his own climax. As they lay together in the damp sheets, Odo realized that in one day he had gone from near ignorance about human sexuality to complete participation in it. Lwaxana Troi would be on the station for another few days. He certainly wasn't ready to stop now.

Part IV


The two women lay naked in each other's arms, completely relaxed and comfortable.

"I wish I didn't have to go," sighed Lwaxana.

"So do I," replied Odo. "Do you really have to be at that conference?"

Lwaxana laughed and kissed Odo on the nose. "How many times have you asked me that in the last few days?"

"Several. But I thought you could do whatever you wanted."

"Usually I can. But if I don't attend the conference, they won't ask me back next year, and that's how I managed to come to DS9 in the first place." She pressed her lips to Odo's for a long moment. Their tongues played around each other. Lwaxana pulled gently away. "I'll only be gone for a few days, and then I'll be back for a week."

They kissed more deeply, and Odo's hands strayed to Lwaxana's attractive bottom, while Lwaxana began to massage Odo's erect nipples. Their legs entwined, and their pelvises began to push together, rousing their nether lips. Lwaxana slid down Odo's body and spread her labia. Her tongue slid in and around the swollen, red lips and found the hard jewel at the center.

"Let me eat you, too," Odo murmured softly, "Or do you want me to create a penis?"

Suddenly Lwaxana broke away from their embrace. "I have a surprise for you," she said mischievously. "It's something I've been saving for my last day."

"What is it?" Odo asked, startled.

"You'll see." Lwaxana got up and rummaged in a drawer. "Here it is!" She was holding up a long, white object with a distinctive bulge at the end.

"What is it?" Odo repeated. "It almost looks like a penis."

"Close. Very close," said Lwaxana, waving it in the air as she approached her. "Remember when I told you I was sorry I couldn't sometimes turn into a man for you when you're a woman? Well, I can at least give you some idea of what it feels like to be entered by a warm, pulsing cock. Actually, this might be even better."

"I could do that for myself," Odo commented, and thought of Bashir entering him from behind.

"I suppose you could," Lwaxana realized with amusement. "Why don't you demonstrate for me when I come back from Bajor? But this time, I'm doing it for you." By pressing a hidden control on the dildo's side, she activated the device. It started to swell and pulse. It grew warm to the touch. Lwaxana pressed the smaller end onto her own pubis, where it stuck. "Now," she said, and threw herself back into Odo's arms.

They kissed and fondled each other for a time with the hard dildo squeezed between them. "Go ahead and touch it," said Lwaxana, "it has a neural link. Whenever you stimulate it, I receive the impulses."

"So you can feel what it's like to have a penis?" Odo marveled.

"Not exactly. But taking you is going to bring me to orgasm, I promise. And it will stimulate you in a way I'm sure you've never felt before." She buried her tongue in Odo's mouth to stop any more words. The dildo grew hot and slipped between Odo's nether lips, stimulating her clit with both friction and vibration. Odo moaned and tried to shift her hips to get the thing inside her. "Not yet, darling," Lwaxana laughed, moving it out of reach. "I want to wait until you're really ready."

"I am ready," Odo said urgently.

"Are you sure?" she teased.

"Yes!" she grabbed Lwaxana's waist and started to push the dildo into herself.

"No, no, no," Lwaxana scolded. "Not until I say so."

Rubbing the throbbing dildo slowly down Odo's thigh, Lwaxana made Odo despair that she would ever enter her. Then, without warning, Lwaxana thrust her hot appendage all the way into Odo's wet vagina.

"Hmmm," she sighed, "lovely," as she pumped it vigorously in and out.

Odo threw back her head with a cry when Lwaxana first entered her, and couldn't keep from grabbing the Betazoid's buns to encourage her movements. Their breasts bounced and rubbed together. Odo cried out over and over with pleasure as the shaft repeatedly entered her, imparting new and intense sensations to her clit and vagina. Lwaxana watched her face and smiled, while panting with excitement herself. Finally, Odo dropped into a sort of delirium in which she forgot everything but the pleasure. And then the pleasure focussed itself into a long, all-engulfing orgasm that made her scream and dissolve into her liquid form, while neural impulses tingled and echoed throughout her whole substance.

"Odo? Odo!"

From far away a voice seemed to be calling him. Lwaxana. Regaining control over his senses, he realized what had happened and, with an effort, reformed into the more familiar male shape Lwaxana had first known.

"Are you all right?" Odo saw the concern in her face, but he couldn't speak yet. He managed a weak nod, and was afraid that he would have to dissolve again without reassuring her.

"I'm sorry, darling," Lwaxana soothed, stroking his face, "I didn't know it would do that to you. Although I must say, when it was used on me I would have melted, too, if I could have." She smiled and kissed him. "Do you need to rest? Go ahead, dear."

Odo's sigh of relief merged with the liquid rush as he flowed in a golden torrent to his bucket.

Over the next week, Julian hoped that Jadzia would change her mind about not having sex with him anymore, but her behavior towards him had grown colder, and she didn't even acknowledge that they had shared something. Major Kira, on the other hand, although she didn't offer to meet him again, occasionally shot him a knowing smile that made him blush and get an erection at the same time.

Two images from that brief time obsessed him: when Jadzia had first taken his erection into her mouth, and when he had mounted Odo from behind as the shape shifter plunged his massive cock repeatedly into Jadzia.

In fact, of the two, the remembrance of fucking Odo in the anal cleft seemed to bring a hotter stab of excitement into Julian's groin each time he pictured it. Now that Lwaxana Troi had left the station, he started thinking about approaching the constable and asking him to let him do it again. Then Julian would fantasize about how such an encounter might proceed, until he had realized that the thought of Odo mounting him from behind- -with his large, central organ, not a small tendril--seemed just as exciting, if not more so, than mounting Odo himself. He began to crave the feel of Odo pushing inside him, even as he feared it; he had never been taken from behind by a man. Just thinking about it made him feel faint. He started having trouble concentrating on his work.

Finally, one evening when he went off duty, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he found himself, with a painful hard-on in his pants and a fast-beating heart, lingering by the door to the Security office trying to decide whether or not to go inside. In the end, lust won out over embarrassment.

"Yes, doctor?" Odo asked, barely looking up from his datapadd.

Bashir's courage failed him. "Uh, nothing," he said lamely. "I'll come back another time when you're not so busy."

Odo put down the padd. "Wait, doctor. I'm not very busy now. What can I do for you?"

Julian took a deep breath and turned to face the constable. "I want to ask you a favor."

"A favor? I seem to remember that I owe you one. What is it?"

"I want to ask you to..."

"Yes?"

"To change into..."

Odo's eyes grew stormy. "I hope you're not going to ask me to change into Jadzia Dax."

"No, Odo, no! I never even thought of that. I want you to be yourself."

Odo's anger subsided. "You want me to assume the body I showed you last week?"

"Yes. And I want you to do to me what I did to you that day," he said awkwardly.

"And what exactly was that?"

Julian nearly turned and ran until he noticed the gleam in Odo's eyes and the expression of interest on his face. Maybe the constable just wanted him to say it. It was certainly true that even saying this much had made Julian weak in the knees with excitement. In his present state, the thought of grovelling to get Odo to fuck him made him feel faint and giddy.

"While you were inside Jadzia," he said breathlessly, "I mounted you from behind. I put my hard cock into your ass and I drove it in and out as hard as I could."

"And you want me to do that to you?" Odo had risen from behind the desk and Julian noticed with surprise that he seemed to have a large bulge in his pants. "I just have one question," he said, coming around to Julian's side of the desk.

"What is it? Anything." Julian was beyond caring about how he might be humiliating himself. Had it been necessary, he would have knelt and begged Odo to do him.

"Tell me why you don't want to do it to me again," Odo asked.

"I do want to," Julian said huskily. His heart was pounding like mad and he felt a cold pool of fear in his chest now that he knew he was going to get what he wanted. "But first I want you inside of me."

"Come here." Odo's uniform dissolved as he took hold of Julian's waist with powerful hands. He looked down at his own transformed body with its massive erection, which Julian was regarding hungrily. "Ah, you see? I can change a lot faster now," he said with satisfaction.

Odo tugged Bashir's pants down to his knees. Julian's hard- on bounced out in front of him.

"We'll tend to that in a minute," Odo said, brushing it with his hand. Taking the doctor by the shoulders, he turned his body as if it were a feather and bent him over the desk. Holding him down flat with one hand, he put the tip of his penis to Julian's ass and pressed it in gently. "Relax," he ordered, "I won't hurt you."

Julian groaned and squirmed under him. "I just... Please make sure it's wet enough," he stammered.

"Of course," Odo said gently, pushing harder now as Julian's tight asshole unfolded before him. "How does that feel? Good?"

"No. I mean yes. Don't stop!" Julian was pushing back now, trying to get more of Odo inside him. Odo obliged, sliding in gently until Julian was fully impaled on his member. Soft tendrils stroked Bashir's insides and gently pressed his prostate. Julian felt stretched and full; a warm, electrified glow spread through his body. Odo moved in and out, slowly at first, and building to a faster tempo. Bashir couldn't stop himself from groaning and crying out while he twisted on Odo's stem. When he thought he was about to pass out, Odo reached around to grab his erection. When he had pumped it a few times, Julian was gone, yelling and thrusting back against Odo's hardness. And then Odo came, growling low in his throat as he bent over Julian's bowed back. They slid to the floor. Julian was breathing hard, leaning up against the shape shifter, who held him in his muscular arms.

"Thank you, Odo," Bashir said sincerely. "I think I would have burst."

"No thanks needed," Odo said neutrally. "In case you hadn't noticed, I enjoyed myself, too. We can't stay here," he added, "someone might drop by. Shall we go to your quarters?"

"All right," Julian said in a happy daze.

Odo got his bucket and they went to the docking ring without meeting anyone they knew. Once in Julian's room, Odo lay down on the bed and Julian lay on top of him. He pressed his lips to Odo's and realized that they had never kissed. Odo opened easily to his eager tongue, and they explored each other's mouths slowly and for a long time, while, with their hands, they stroked each other's bodies. Odo's tongue was skillful and strong, sometimes pushing boldly into Bashir's mouth, sometimes retreating to tease Julian's tongue while it probed his mouth in turn. Julian pulled his mouth away from Odo's and bent to lick Odo's nipples. The shape shifter trembled with the strong sensation.

"I didn't teach you how to kiss like that," Julian murmured.

"Lwaxana did," Odo admitted.

They kissed a while longer until Julian's raging hard-on had returned in full force, but this time he felt more aggressive. Without speaking, he got up and pulled Odo over onto his belly. The shape shifter did not resist. Once again he plunged into Odo's cleft as into a bath of living fluid that sucked him in and swirled around him in currents as strong as fingers. After a few minutes, he was dizzy with delight, trying to make it last longer, but knowing he wouldn't succeed. As he spurted his seed into Odo's interior, he felt as if he was floating in zero-G, anchored only by his penis--for a few moments, the center of the universe--which was being sucked dry by Odo's living substance.

Drained, captured again by gravity, he lay on Odo's warm back until the throbbing in his body subsided. Then he rolled Odo onto his back, and took the constable's hard cock into his mouth and sucked it, teased it, and bit it gently until Odo was thrashing around in frustration and excitement. He pumped the magnificent organ slowly in and out of his mouth until it blazed with heat and shot stream after stream of hot liquid down his throat. While licking it and nuzzling it with his face, Julian fell asleep with his arms around Odo's torso. An hour later, he felt himself being gently lifted and covered with a blanket. A liquid rushing sound told him that Odo was retreating to his bucket.

"Sweet dreams, Odo," he smiled, and fell immediately back to sleep.

When Julian awoke early the next morning, there was a woman in his bed.

"Surprise," said Odo flatly.

Julian rose up on one elbow and inspected her delightedly. Her face was nearly the same as Odo's usual one, but she possessed a full female figure. "Odo, that's marvelous," he said. "I'm speechless."

"I want to try something new," Odo said in his normal voice.

"Odo?" Bashir said tentatively.

"Yes?"

"Can you change your voice?"

"Of course I can. Why do you ask?" The shape shifter was caught completely off-guard by the question.

"Because when I hear that voice, I keep thinking of your male shape. I want to have another voice to associate with your female shape," Julian said carefully. "I don't know why that's important to me, but it is."

"Hmmm," Odo mused, trying out a new voice. It was as throaty as his old one, and nearly as deep, but it contained a ringing tone that changed its quality. "I didn't even think of changing my voice. It's still me, you know, although there are a few differences in this shape. I've placed my neural receptors differently, for one thing."

"Really?" Julian said lasciviously. "Let's see." He started fondling Odo's breasts.

Odo sighed and relaxed. "That's good," he announced. "They really are pleasing organs."

"I've always thought so," Julian mumbled through a mouthful.

After playing with Odo's breasts for a long while, Julian turned to her vulva. Its moist lips had parted, revealing the red labia within, and a clitoris in an erected state. Julian made appreciative noises and buried his face in it, while Odo once again took Julian's hard-on into her mouth. Suddenly Odo stopped sucking him.

"I want to try something," she said. "Come here, Dr. Bashir."

Bashir laughed as he stopped licking her clit and turned around. "Can't you call me Julian, Odo? I really think it would be all right."

Odo ignored the question. "I want you to tie me down and do to me whatever comes into your mind."

Bashir looked shocked. "Tie you down? I couldn't do that."

"I wouldn't let you hurt me," Odo explained.

"What if you couldn't help it?" Julian asked, his face pale and his hard-on at half mast. He knelt by the side of the bed and looked into Odo's face.

Odo took his head in her hands. "Don't worry about it, Bashir. I'm just as strong as I ever was, in spite of my shape. I could still crack your skull with my bare hands."

A chill ran through Julian's body, and with it came a kind of arousal. "So that it would really be I who was in danger," he said slowly, "because, if you lost control, you might hurt me."

Odo shrugged. "I suppose so, although I've been doing my best not to lose control all along."

Julian's cock began to rise a bit. "I don't know why, but the idea of your losing control excites me," he admitted.

"Then do it. The restraint is over there." He gestured towards the table. "Let yourself go. You really can't hurt me."

Julian got up slowly and fetched the restraint, his half- erect penis swaying before him. "If you change your mind at any time..."

"I'll shift myself out of the restraint," Odo said impatiently. "Come on."

"Just one question, Odo. Why do you want to do this as a woman? Why not have me do it when you're in your usual shape?"

"I thought of that. But I want you to have the illusion of being able to overpower me."

Julian snorted. "Overpower you? I've never gotten aroused by that. And I've never tried to overpower a lover in my life."

"No insult intended, doctor."

"None taken, constable. But my heart really isn't in this."

"Just try it," Odo urged. "We can always stop if either of us doesn't like it."

Odo sat up and looked at Julian expectantly. Julian decided to go ahead with it, although his mind and his penis were unanimous in finding this unappealing. Walking quickly over to Odo, he pushed her roughly down on the bed, feeling like a fool. He grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head. She struggled, but not hard enough to get away. He tried to imagine trying to do this to a woman who was truly unwilling. Kira would have scratched his eyes out by now. The whole thing struck him suddenly as funny, and he had to make an effort not to laugh as he tied Odo's hands together and attached them to the headboard. What could he do that would dissuade Odo from wanting to play this silly game? He suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"Now you're going to get what you deserve," Bashir said, trying to sound serious.

He rolled Odo over on her stomach and stuffed two pillows underneath her, raising her so that her bottom was well-placed for his purpose. Lifting his hand, he let it fall hard against Odo's rump. Odo gave a little grunt of surprise and pain, but no mark remained on the fine skin. Julian was surprised at how much his hand hurt. The shape shifter's flesh was much harder than it felt when it pressed against him. He let fall another smack on the shapely rear, and another. Wondering how long his hands would hold out, he continued to rain blows on Odo's defenseless backside. Every minute he expected Odo to tire of this game and turn on him, but instead, the shape shifter was squirming around under Julian's swats, groaning with what seemed like arousal.

Julian put his hand between Odo's legs and felt a great deal of moisture. At that, his cock finally stiffened again. He felt the hot opening, and guided himself into it from behind. Odo spread her legs and pushed back against him. Reaching around to rub Odo's clit, he made her come again and again. Odo's level of excitement was stimulating Julian, too, but every time he looked up and saw her hands in the restraint, he nearly lost his erection. Rationally he knew that Odo could escape any time she wanted to, but even the illusion of having this much power over her frightened him. Besides, he wanted Odo's hands moving around, taking him in their powerful grip.

Suddenly, Odo's hands melted out of the restraint. "Let me turn over," she said softly. Julian pulled out and complied. When Odo silently pushed against his chest, Julian lay on his back and let Odo lower herself on his erection. With her hands flat on his chest, her fingers rubbing his nipples, and his hands on her breasts, Odo fucked him with long, slow strokes until they came together.

"Why did you stop the game?" Julian asked curiously. "Did you decide you didn't enjoy it?"

"Oh, I enjoyed it," Odo admitted, "especially when you surprised me by spanking me--it that the correct term?" With a bemused expression on his face, Bashir nodded. "But I knew that you didn't like it," Odo continued. "You kept getting close to coming and then getting soft again. And I couldn't help but think it was the restraint."

Julian nodded. "You're right. What really excited me was knowing that you were excited, but I wanted you free." He thought for a moment and then laughed. "Come to think of it, you didn't really find out if bondage turns you on because you were still in control of the situation. You were letting me do what I did to see if it would excite you. You can't ever know if being in someone's power excites you unless you really are helpless."

"What do you mean?" Odo grunted.

"When I went to your office and you held me down me over your desk, I got even more aroused than I already was because I couldn't have stopped you from taking me."

"But you wanted me. You asked me to do it."

"True. Otherwise I wouldn't have been aroused at all."

"So why did being helpless add to it?"

Julian shrugged. "I wanted to trust you; I wanted to be in your hands. And I wanted you to want me. The way you took charge of my body meant that you desired me as much as I had hoped."

Odo thought about it. "I suppose that's what I was looking for just now--not being in control for a change. Finding out what you would do if you were in control." She paused for a moment, reflecting. "But in a way, it was the same thing. We were both pretending to be helpless. I put you in charge, the way you let me take charge of you in my office. True, I could escape the ropes, but you could have asked me to stop, and I would have."

"But that's different."

"Is it?" Odo shrugged.

"Yes, it is. In your office, I felt as if I'd beg you, say or do anything, to get you into me. I was already in your power because I wanted you so intensely. I'd love to take you so high that you'd feel that way. But I won't get you there by tying you up. I know some people like it, but to me it seems like cheating."

"I don't know, doctor, you might have been able to take me that high after all. If you had enjoyed your power more, I would have enjoyed submitting more, too. What were you afraid of?"

"I don't know," Julian said soberly, "but I was afraid. I'll have to think about it."

Odo reached down and stroked Julian's penis, which stirred under his hand. "I think I should try tying you up you sometime. You're obviously excited by the idea of my being in control."

"You're probably right that it does excite me," Julian said quietly, putting his hand on Odo's hand while it stroked his penis. "But you're always in control, remember? You don't need to tie me up because you could crack my skull with your bare hands." He sighed. "It's getting late. Now that I'm done with my self-analysis, can we explore this luscious body of yours some more before we both have to go on duty?"

"I don't see why not," Odo said, opening her legs..

Julian grinned and started to work.

Part V


Odo and Bashir met several times more during the four days that Lwaxana Troi spent on Bajor. The evening before her return, Odo turned up at Julian's quarters again and they enjoyed themselves as much as before. But no further mention was made of bondage. Julian felt relieved, because the subject frightened him, and yet guilty, because he had not been able to give Odo something he wanted in bed.

The next morning, Julian was barely awake when Odo erupted out of his bucket and formed a golden column and then a man. He was completely dressed. Naked, Julian sat up on the side of the bed, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Must you go?" he asked with disappointment. "It's early."

"I have a few minutes," Odo replied, coming to sit beside him and laying a hand on his thigh. "Did you sleep well?"

Julian nodded. "I always seem to sleep well when I've been with you."

"It's only happened five times," Odo said gruffly.

"And I've slept well every time," Julian grinned. "Now, why don't you get rid of that uniform for a few minutes so I can suck your cock?"

Odo shook his head. "I have other plans for you," he said in an unfamiliar tone, picking Julian up at the waist and putting him down on his stomach. He piled up some pillows and laid the smaller man over them. Julian turned around to look at Odo in surprise.

"What are you going to do?" he asked in confusion.

"What do you want?" Odo countered, kneeling between Bashir's legs and melting away his uniform to reveal his engorged member.

Julian suddenly felt afraid. He tried to scramble off the pillows, but Odo held him fast. "I don't want anything," he panted. His erection showed as Odo spread his legs further apart with his knees. Odo reached between them and stroked it gently.

"If you don't want anything, why do you have an erection?" Odo asked calmly. "All I want you to do is tell me what you want."

"I don't want to tell you. Why are you doing this to me?" Julian asked, feeling close to panic. At the same time, the image and feel of what he really wanted flowed through his body like warm honey. His erection ached, pushed at an odd angle by the pillows, but it didn't go down.

"Why are you so frightened?" Odo asked, spreading Julian's buttocks and touching his cock head briefly to the tight cleft. He kept a firm hold around Julian's waist as the doctor flailed about ineffectually. "I won't hurt you. I'll only do what you ask for. If you ask me to let you go, I will."

Julian didn't ask. He stopped struggling and took a couple of deep breaths. "Odo?"

"Yes?"

"You know what I want you to do, so why don't you just do it?" His breathing had grown shallow, and he moved his backside against Odo's penis.

"Maybe I don't remember, so why don't you tell me?" Odo replied, pressing hard on Julian's cleft. "And don't forget to ask nicely."

Julian gasped. "Stop torturing me!" he cried.

"It's up to you," Odo said in that new, hard voice. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to push into me," Julian yelled through clenched teeth, pressing his fists against the bed. "I want you to sink your hard cock into my anus as far as it will go. I want you to fuck me until I scream," he cried. "What else do you want me to say?"

"Are you sure?" Odo teased. "You didn't ask nicely."

"Please." Bashir buried his face in the mattress and grabbed two handfuls of his own hair. "Please fuck me. I'm begging you."

"That should be sufficient," Odo said, setting about doing what Julian had asked.

Odo's erection slid into Julian so fast and hard, the doctor saw stars. He bucked and squirmed, feeling like an insect on a pin. When Odo's member retracted, he craved it back; when it jammed in, he felt such a delicious combination of pleasure and pain that he couldn't think straight. Higher and higher he flew, losing every thought in his head except for what was being done to him--what he had begged for. Then Odo put his hands on Julian's hardness and engulfed it in what felt like a mouth with a twirling, ravening tongue that curled around his cock head. As his body seemed to explode with ecstacy, a curtain fell before Julian's eyes. His own scream of rapture echoed in his ears as he fainted dead away.

He came to in Odo's arms. "I'm sorry," Odo said, looking into his eyes with confusion. "I just wanted to prove to you that you like domination after our discussion the other morning. I didn't know the experience would be so overwhelming for you."

Julian groaned as it all came back to him. He was amazed and frightened by the violence of his response when Odo took him from behind.

"There's nothing like a little humiliation to start your day off right," he said caustically, rubbing his eyes. "I already admitted that I liked you to be in control, but I guess you wanted to prove it one more time, just to make sure."

"Are you angry with me?"

"Yes. Yes, I am," Julian realized. "You didn't even seem like yourself. You were cruel, and you've never been that way before. What was wrong with you?" He looked pale and devastated.

"It was just a role," Odo explained. "I was trying to give you what I thought you wanted."

"Well, you should have discussed it with me first," Julian snapped, "because you must have misunderstood me. I need to think now. We can talk later on." He pulled out of Odo's arms and stumbled towards the shower on shaky legs.

"This is probably a bad time to tell you," Odo said bluntly, "but I might not be able to see you for the rest of the week."

"I forgot," Julian said, swaying where he stood. "Lwaxana's coming back tonight. But maybe it's just as well we took a break. I don't like to lose control like that, Odo. It drives me insane when you take me from behind, but this was..." He trailed off and searched for words. "You held me down and made me beg for it. You showed me that I can't control my desire for you. You completely humiliated me. Does that make you happy? Maybe you should think about why you enjoy exercising your power over me."

"But... I made you come so hard you fainted," Odo said slowly. "Isn't that an experience worth having?"

"It was by far the most intense orgasm of my life," Julian answered stiffly. "Any more intense, and I'd probably be dead." He smiled faintly for a second. "But you went too far, Odo. The first time, I went to you and asked for it. I willingly put myself in your hands. This time you set me up. You forced me to ask for it when I didn't want to." Julian hesitated. "I can't talk about this anymore," he said abruptly and stalked into the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon interrupted Odo's chaotic thoughts. He left without bothering to open the door.

When Odo met Lwaxana that evening, she could tell right away that something was wrong. She asked him about it with worry in her glance. At first he wasn't going to tell her, but then he realized that she was probably the only person who could give him some useful advice. He told her all about Julian and their experiments with bondage and domination.

Frowning, she shook her head. "Too bad," she said. "He enjoys being overpowered, but not to the point of real humiliation. He wants it on his terms or not at all. And you, my dear Odo, weren't very sensitive in forcing him to beg you. Poor boy! You made him reveal himself in a way he didn't want to."

"What should I do?" Odo asked in perplexity. "I wonder if he'll ever trust me again."

"I think he'll come around. It sounds as if you two have something very exciting by the tail." She suppressed an impulse to grab Odo's member as she said this, since they were strolling down the Promenade. "Maybe I can help," she said suddenly.

"How? I think I'm the one who has to convince Bashir I didn't mean to hurt him."

"Yes, but I might be able to convince him that he also overreacted. After all, he's the one who gave you the idea for what you did. He went to your office and practically begged you to use him right then and there. And you complied." She smiled lasciviously. "I wish I'd been a fly on the wall of your office that afternoon."

Odo grimaced. "He was right when he said that I enjoy my power over him. I get very aroused when I see him lose control-- all because he wants me. I suppose I wanted to see how far he'd go to get me."

Lwaxana nodded. "I can see the attraction in that. But your big mistake came when you made him choose."

"I couldn't rape him." Odo looked shocked.

"Of course not, but there are other ways of telling if someone really doesn't want something. Have you agreed on a word or a gesture that will stop things when they go too far?"

"No. But he wouldn't have said it anyway."

She sighed. "Maybe not. He did want you--that isn't the issue. But then he would have been able to preserve the illusion that you forced him because you couldn't help yourself. Instead, you acted as if you could take him or leave him. It was humiliating to make him say what he wanted instead of what he didn't want. Do you see what I mean?"

"I think I do," said Odo, almost in surprise.

"Leave everything to me, dear. I'll take care of it all tomorrow. And you're going to have to trust me and do exactly what I say, even if you don't like it."

"All right," Odo said quickly. Then they entered her quarters and were quickly lost in other matters.

"Dax, what are you doing here?" Kira asked, surprised to see her colleague in Lwaxana Troi's quarters.

"I might ask the same of you," Dax commented. "I was ordered here to give the Ambassador a briefing, even though it's the middle of the afternoon and I have other things to do," she finished irritably.

"Same here," said Kira, looking around at the Ambassador's things, which lay about the room in total disorder. "Why does she need two of us for a briefing? What's the briefing supposed to be on? And where is she? I was told to come in and make myself comfortable, and she would be with me in a few minutes. So I've been here a few minutes. Now what?" She threw up her hands in frustration.

Suddenly Lwaxana rushed in from the other room. She wore a lovely yellow robe that hung close to her body, its thin material occasionally revealing the contour of a breast or thigh as she moved. "There you are, ladies. Please excuse the disorder. Mr. Homm couldn't come with me this time, and I can never seem to keep things as neat as he does." She stood looking around the room, chewing a fingernail thoughtfully. "Let's see... We need this over here--can you help me, please?"

Dax and Kira dutifully walked over to the couch she indicated and, at her direction, cleared the scattered objects off it and unfolded it into a bed. Then they did the same with the other one, placing it across the room from the first.

"That's right. They shouldn't be too close together, you know. We might want to have some private moments."

Kira exchanged a humorous look with Dax. "Are you having guests, Madame Ambassador?"

"Yes, yes, I am," she answered sweetly. "And you're so right to remind me that I shouldn't have my guests move the furniture without offering them refreshment. Please, sit down at the table. Make yourselves comfortable. Would you like some tea?"

Kira's face revealed her annoyance plainly. "Madame Ambassador..." she began.

"Oh, please! Not that title. Call me Lwaxana."

"Lwaxana," Kira started again, "I certainly don't want to offend you, but Lieutenant Dax and I have duties around the station that demand our attention."

"But today I demand your attention," Lwaxana countered imperiously. "Your duties can wait. I have your Commander's assurance that we will not be disturbed all day."

"Excuse me for asking," Kira continued, "but how did you manage that? Commander Sisko never wants to spare us for anything." Even for anything important, she nearly added.

Lwaxana laughed. "With great difficulty. I pulled strings. I called in favors. No one wanted to order Benjamin Sisko to release his two top officers to me for a day, can you believe it? But I persevered, and, this morning, Admiral Nechaev herself informed Sisko of his orders." She smiled triumphantly. "And here you are!"

"Why _are_ we here, Madame--I mean, Lwaxana?" Dax asked.

"Ah! A good question. Once you find out, you won't be impatient to go, believe me. So I'll get the tea and then I'll tell you." She ordered some tea from the replicator. Dax got up to carry the tray. They poured and each drank a sip and pronounced it delicious before Lwaxana would say another word about the mysterious briefing. "Today," she finally announced in a dramatic tone, "we are going to have an orgy."

"An orgy?" Kira asked, puzzled.

"A sexual free-for-all," Dax explained. "We had one just last week, remember?"

"Oh, that," Kira murmured, embarrassed.

"And," Lwaxana continued, "we are going to save a friendship."

"Whose?" asked Dax.

"Odo and Dr. Bashir's."

"Really?" asked Kira, actually wanting to know. "What happened?"

Lwaxana recounted the events leading up to the previous morning's disaster: how Julian had gone to Odo and asked him for sex, and how the two had found their relations were much more intense than they had thought. She finished by telling about Julian's humiliation at Odo's hands.

"Who would have guessed it," murmured Dax. "Poor Julian. He really gets attached to people." Her expression was sober.

"It isn't your fault he wants you," Kira said, exasperated. "Apparently he wants half the people on the station."

"I know," Dax said, "but I never like being the cause of other people's pain, even if I didn't really do anything."

"Be that as it may," said Lwaxana, drawing their attention back to her. "I have thought of a plan that might help things along. Of course, it also might make things worse," she added with a frown, "but I don't think so."

"Let's hear it," demanded Kira, looking amused. Both women sat forward expectantly in their chairs.

And Lwaxana told them.

A few minutes later, Kira, Dax and Lwaxana were stripping off their clothes.

"Just throw your things anywhere," Lwaxana said distractedly. "The place is such a mess already."

"So, why are we getting undressed now?" Kira asked, placing her shirt and pants neatly over the arm of a chair and her boots underneath it. "Julian said he can't be here for an hour."

"We need to warm up," said Lwaxana. "Don't you think that we need to be in the right frame of mind to make this work? Also, we have to improve the room's ambiance, so that anyone walking in that door--namely, Dr. Bashir--will immediately want to strip off his clothes and join in the fun."

"He's always ready to do that," Kira remarked maliciously.

"Nerys," Dax said warningly.

"All right, all right. But is that the only reason?"

"No," said Lwaxana coquettishly, sitting down on one of the beds. "The other reason is that, ever since I saw all of you in the infirmary last week, I've wanted to get together with you. I was so sorry I missed that party, I've been looking for an excuse to have another."

"I see," said Dax, sitting beside her and looking interested. "May I?" she asked, cupping a hand around Lwaxana's left breast.

"Of course. I'm delighted you're getting into the spirit of things so quickly," Lwaxana exclaimed. She took Dax's head in her hands and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. "Hmmm, you smell lovely, dear," she breathed.

Dax had no time for a thank you as their mouths joined again, harder than before. She turned and straddled Lwaxana's lap, fondling her breasts gently all the while. They lay down slowly, side by side. "Nerys, come here," Dax beckoned.

Kira lay on her stomach perpendicular to Dax's and Lwaxana's bodies. Stretching her head over Dax's hip, she spread the Trill's legs as much as she could and started licking her labia. One hand strayed between Lwaxana's thighs; Kira's thumb caressed her clitoris, as her other fingers opened the warm folds of her wet vagina. Dax and Lwaxana continued to kiss deeply and fondle each other's breasts, chests, faces, and shoulders. When Nerys switched positions and put her mouth to the ambassador's vulva, Lwaxana began to come almost immediately. Jadzia and Nerys lay her on her back and stimulated her together, taking turns placing their mouths on her breasts and labia. Her orgasm peaked and lasted several minutes as Dax moved her hand gently in and out of Lwaxana's slippery vagina.

"Ah, thank you ladies," Lwaxana sighed at last. "Who says the younger generation has no manners? You knew that you ought to make your hostess come first."

Nerys laughed. "After you, Jadzia."

"If you insist." She lay back obediently on the bed. "By the way, Lwaxana, you wouldn't happen to have any... toys?"

"Yes, I do. But we can't wear ourselves out now--we have a long way to go. That's for later." She lay between Dax's open legs and spread her nether lips. "What a beautiful color," she said, looking and touching in fascination. She mouthed the insides of Jadzia's thighs for a minute, making her wait, while Nerys attended to the rest of her.

"I've never kissed you," Nerys whispered, and pressed her open mouth against Dax's. They held each other, and both felt an attraction they had nearly suppressed.

Once Lwaxana's skillful tongue had entered Dax, she rose quickly towards climax, but she put if off as long as she could, wanting to prolong the moment before. When she came, it was an explosion, not long and gradual like Lwaxana's, but all at once, and overwhelming. Her whole body spasmed in pleasure.

"What happens to the symbiont when you come?" Nerys asked, fascinated, after giving her a moment to relax.

"It comes, too," Jadzia smiled.

"Then why don't you do this more often?" Nerys asked as Lwaxana pushed her gently onto her back.

"For that reason exactly. I get too absorbed in it. I had to give it up to get my work done. You see? I just did it last week and here I am doing it again." Jadzia frowned with displeasure.

"Oh, Jadzia," Kira scoffed, "if you just stayed in bed with someone during the time you usually spend gambling at Quark's, you'd have sex more often than anyone on the station. Even Julian," she added spitefully.

Lwaxana stopped Kira's mouth with a breast. "Stop arguing, ladies. Our next guest will be here before you know it."

In short order, Lwaxana and Jadzia had brought Kira to orgasm, with Jadzia doing most of the licking this time. After Kira came, the three lay together, shifting around and caressing each other, exploring each other's bodies. Kira spent quite some time stroking her fingers over Jadzia's spots, especially where they colored her breasts, while Jadzia stroked the Bajoran's nasal ridge. Mrs. Troi went back to contemplating Dax's labia, which she said were the most attractive she'd ever seen. Then Kira had to look, too, and before she knew it, Dax was nearly climaxing again, just from their looks and occasional touches. "Keep going," she urged, "don't leave me like this."

"Oh, dear," said Lwaxana, I didn't mean to get you so excited again so early. I'll tell you what--you can be first with our guest." As Dax opened her mouth to protest, the door chimed.

"Who is it?" Lwaxana called musically.

"It's Dr. Bashir, Madame Ambassador," came Julian's hesitant voice. "You asked me to come. Remember?"

"Oh, yes," said Lwaxana, winking at Kira and Dax. "Come in."

Part VI (first half)


The door slid open and Julian stood transfixed, unable to believe his eyes. "Well, hurry up and come in," ordered Lwaxana, "before someone passes in the hallway."

Julian stumbled in. "What is going on here?" he marvelled.

"Just a little party I cooked up," Lwaxana said. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you." Julian's response was delayed by a few seconds, as if the words took that long to penetrate the haze around his brain. Kira and Dax lay entwined together on the bed, watching him with amusement.

"Well, then, would you like to join us?"

"Of course," he grinned, putting his medical kit on the table and starting to remove his shirt.

"There's just one thing..." Lwaxana added slowly.

"What's that?" he asked, throwing his shirt over a chair and pulling off his boots.

Lwaxana let him get his pants down to his ankles before she replied. "Before you can participate, you have to let us have our way with you first."

Julian hesitated, but, feeling silly with his pants down, and not wanting to pull them back up over his erection, he finished undressing before speaking. "What exactly do you mean by that? Do you want me to do whatever you ask for a while?" He bit his lips with anticipation. He could live with that.

"Not exactly. We want you to play a little game, and then you can join us as an equal partner. Let me show you." Lwaxana walked over to the other bed. "You will allow us to restrain you on this bed and do whatever we want to you. When you've had enough, you can stop us at any time by saying the word 'nebula.'"

"Nebula?" Julian asked with perplexity. "Why nebula?"

"It's a 'safe word,'" Lwaxana explained. "When you've had enough, you say that, and we stop what we're doing right away and let you go."

"But if I say it before you're done, I don't get to join in?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes, you do," Lwaxana said. "But you might enjoy what we do too much to stop us."

"I don't know," Julian said, hesitating. "I must admit, bondage isn't my favorite kind of game."

Dax stirred, wanting to speak, although Lwaxana had asked her and Kira not to. "Julian," she began when she saw that he was picking up his pants, "don't you trust us?"

"Yes," he said immediately, "but I'm... I'm afraid anyway," he admitted.

"All you have to do is let us bind you and play along for a few minutes," Dax coaxed, going over and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Then you say the safe word, and we release you, and you can play with us. With me," she added, feeling a little guilty for leading him into this against his inclinations.

Julian had been contemplating Dax's body longingly, but suddenly he looked at Lwaxana. "You know what happened between me and Odo," he said. "That's why you're doing this."

"That right, Julian," Dax admitted quickly before Mrs. Troi could speak. "We're trying to help you overcome your fear. Odo didn't mean to hurt you. He wants to make it up to you. If you stay around long enough today, you might get to turn the tables on him."

Julian thought about that for a moment. "I appreciate your kindness," he said with a touch of annoyance, "but why do you want to tie me up and humiliate me to help me get over having been held down and humiliated? It doesn't make sense."

"The difference is that we won't humiliate you," Jadzia replied. "We'll help you discover how much you want. You don't have to say anything unless you want us to stop. When you're ready to stop, we'll stop. Really."

"All right," he said unhappily, looking at her breasts. "I'll do it." His erection faded completely.

They led him to the bed and positioned him on his stomach over some pillows, just as Odo had positioned him. His arms and legs were attached by restraints to the four corners of the bed. Although his circulation was not cut off, he was securely bound. The three women knelt around him on the bed: one on each side and one behind where he couldn't see them. He felt silly, exposed, and vulnerable.

"Remember, Julian," Dax whispered in his ear with a sinking fear that this plan was doomed, "the word is 'nebula.'"

"I won't forget, believe me," he said irritably. His heart was pounding, pumping the adrenalin throughout his body.

For a few moments, Julian waited while the women whispered among themselves, while he only caught an occasional word. He felt sillier than ever. "Can't we start," he cried, trying his bonds. He felt tired of lying with his bottom raised and his legs spread while they took their sweet time.

"Yes, it looks like you're ready," said Lwaxana, taking his hard-on into her hand.

Julian suddenly realized that, without thinking about it, he'd gotten hard again. As usual, something about being helpless turned him on, while it also made him angry, especially afterwards. He sighed and wondered about their promise to release him; although, with Lwaxana fondling his penis, he had nothing to complain of now. Suddenly he felt a slap to his bottom. Then another, and another. They didn't really hurt, but each left a slight sting in its wake. He would feel even sillier saying the safe word for that.

"What are you doing?" he asked angrily, shaking his restraints.

"What does it feel like we're doing?" asked Kira.

"You said you wouldn't humiliate me," Julian protested.

"We're not humiliating you, Julian," answered Dax, "we're just appreciating your lovely bottom. We thought it might look better red." She stopped smacking her side for a moment and caressed and kissed it all over, gently mouthing his stinging skin. Then she resumed smacking him while Kira caressed the other cheek. Lwaxana continued to stroke his penis, not letting him rise to a climax too fast. She put her head between his legs and tongued the back of his scrotum. He gasped and jumped in his bonds.

"What did you say, Julian?" Kira asked, coming around to look at his face. "Did I hear you say something?"

"Not a thing," said Julian, catching his breath.

They resumed their smacking at a slightly faster pace now. Their efforts had made a warm glow spread through his buttocks and into his penis and balls. His balls began to ache with the need to ejaculate. I'll just wait until they let me come, he thought, and if they don't stop then, I'll say the safe word. The smacks were a bit heavier than before, but they caused him only a mild discomfort compared to the strong sensations in his genitals. He concentrated on the excitement, and the thought of what would come later. He was more intrigued and curious than frightened now. Besides, he had never before had three women all focussing on him at one time.

Every few minutes, Kira and Dax would stop smacking him and kiss and stroke his hot skin. Dax would ask, "What do you think of the color?"

"It's not there yet," Kira would reply.

The smacks grew harder still, and he winced slightly with each one. Maybe this would be a good time to say it, he thought, but just then Lwaxana began to stroke the sensitive place between his cheeks and to press her strong fingers against his anus. She pushed inside. Once again waves of pleasure mixed with the warmth from the spanking.

"How's the color?" Dax asked again.

"We're there," said Kira. "It's time to stop."

"Oh, no," said Dax with disappointment. "What's next?"

Julian braced himself as they talked among themselves. His elevated ass blazed with heat, and he felt more exposed than ever. He felt a firm touch on his asshole. Something warm and slippery was trying to gain entry. "What's that?" he gasped.

"It's an artificial penis, Julian," Dax answered. "It's attached to me with a neural relay, so as I move it in and out of you I'll feel what you feel." She came around and showed him. He was speechless with desire. "What did you say?" she asked. He shook his head as well as he could.

Dax climbed around between his legs and smoothly drove the white shaft deep inside him, where its vibrations made him feel weak all over. Slowly, carefully, she pumped it in and out. At the same time, she ran her hands over his sore ass. Bashir was amazed at how much the soreness enhanced his arousal. Each time Jadzia squeezed his buns he felt a stinging on the surface while waves of liquid pleasure poured through his groin. The effect was not lost on Jadzia, either.

"It looks so attractive this color, Julian," she told him, "and it's so hot against my belly I could almost... I could..." She was interrupted by an orgasm that progressed in three separate bursts. When they were over, she didn't even remember that she had been speaking.

"That's Dax," Kira commented to Lwaxana as they stroked Dax's thighs and back. "She never finishes a sentence during sex."

Still pumping the shaft inside of him, Dax now reached around under the pillows for Julian's erection. "It's all over when you come, Julian," she said in his ear. "There's nothing more you have to do."

"I haven't done anything," he started to say, but then he realized that he had done something--he had enjoyed being tied down and pleasured by three women whom he trusted. And he didn't even feel humiliated. At least, not unbearably so.

He let go when he couldn't hold back any more, coming in wave after wave of jagged pleasure that started deep inside him where the dildo reached, and flowed out through his penis, helpless in Jadzia's hand.

Jadzia collapsed on his back. Her skin felt cool against his backside. The restraints clicked open, but his only move was to draw his arms back and touch Jadzia's hair with one hand. "Thank you," he said softly. She nibbled his ear in response.

Eventually they rolled apart and sat side by side watching Lwaxana and Nerys finish licking each other to orgasm. Then all four of them lay entwined on the bed. Julian massaged Jadzia's breasts, feeling exceptionally lucky to be here touching her again. The combination of his relief and the heat from his backside conspired to bring his hard-on back sooner than he had expected. Lwaxana took it into her hand.

"I think it's time that Dr. Bashir and I got better acquainted," she said suddenly. "Don't you two have something else to do?" She waved them away to the other bed. Julian watched Jadzia go with regret. "Now, young man," Lwaxana said with mock sternness, "I'd like to have a talk with you." She filled her mouth with his hardness and made him catch his breath from a throb of pleasure. She really was very good at it.

"Was it your idea?" he asked when she paused for a moment.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"What they did to me. The spanking," he felt silly saying it, but then he had done the same thing to Odo, hadn't he?

"Yes," she said, "I wanted to get your attention."

Julian flushed until his face nearly matched his buns. "Why?"

"Because I want you and Odo to end this misunderstanding right now. He didn't mean to hurt you, but he made a mistake. You enjoyed what _we_ did, didn't you?"

"Yes, while you were doing it, but it's still hard for me not to feel silly now."

"That where the trust comes in, Julian," she said, regarding him intently. "We're all exposing our desires here today. And we all have to ask for what we want sometimes. So what if you like to be overpowered in a controlled situation? Odo wants that, too, you know."

Julian nodded. "He told me, but I didn't feel comfortable doing it for him. And I can't really overpower him anyway, unless..." He stopped, thinking.

Lwaxana shrugged. "Isn't pretending enough?" she said simply. "We were just pretending that you were our slave, and now the game's over."

"True," he said, "but.."

"No buts," said Mrs. Troi sternly. "It's time you stopped lying there and started hearing about what _I_ like."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Julian agreeably.

"First of all," she began, "I wonder how much experience you have at cunnilingus..."

Kira and Dax had been lying quietly in each other's arms since they had retired to the other bed. "Look, Nerys," Dax whispered suddenly. "Look at Julian." His red ass stood out against the white sheets as he hungrily drove his face between Lwaxana's legs, making little grunts of pleasure as he nuzzled into her. In turn, Lwaxana's sighs were muffled by his member, which she had swallowed up to the hilt.

"She was right, red does look good on him," Nerys whispered back. "Too bad his uniform is blue." They giggled like children, sticking their faces into the pillows to keep from disturbing the others. But Lwaxana and Julian were far too occupied to notice.

Nerys rolled over and lay on Dax, kissing her deeply with her tongue. "Oh, I'm glad we're getting a chance to do this," she said, "because I've thought about it for a long time."

"You have?" Dax asked with surprise. "So have I."

"And we could never do it before because I was afraid to ask you because you were afraid it would interfere with your work. Just think how much time we've wasted being afraid." She buried her head in Dax's neck, nibbing and biting the Trill's spots.

"Don't think of it that way," Dax said gently, stroking her hair and her nasal ridge, "because I wasn't ready until now. Last week, when you were all so passionate towards me, I felt something... snap. I don't know how else to explain it. I found myself longing for all of you again, even Julian. But especially you, Nerys."

They kissed and held each other for a long time, both too overcome by emotion to speak. From the other side of the room, Lwaxana cried out in rapture while she moved herself vigorously up and down on Julian's erection. Kira reached down and slid the side of her hand through Jadzia's swollen labia, touching the clit with her thumb, and then sliding it back. They spread their legs, rubbing their genitals together as they continued to kiss deeply. Their nipples slid over each other's damp skin. Dax squeezed Nerys's ass and slowly moved her fingers towards the cleft.

"Yes," Nerys whispered, "I like that."

Dax's fingers picked up some wetness from their genitals, and found her warm entry. Slowly and deliberately, she penetrated it with one finger, then two. They slid in and out repeatedly, stimulating the opening. Nerys began to groan, and, as she rotated her hips to rub her vulva against Jadzia's, she slipped into orgasm almost imperceptibly, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Dax watched her affectionately, loving the way her eyelids fluttered when she came.

Almost immediately after finishing, Nerys slid down Dax's body and started to lap at her thighs and belly, quickly approaching her genitals. Taking the fleshy part of Jadzia's vulva between her teeth, she carefully bit and mouthed the tender mound and lips, tongue-kissing it inside and out. She pushed her fingers inside and searched for a spot that would heighten Dax's sensations. She found it. Dax arched her back and cried out, wrapping her legs around Kira's head. As her orgasm reached the symbiont, Dax cried out again and again. Finally, she relaxed in exhaustion and took Nerys into her arms. On the other side of the room, Julian and Lwaxana groaned and yelled together with abandon as they finished, too. Then all was quiet for a while.

Kira snuggled into Jadzia's hair. "We owe Lwaxana some thanks," she said. "I wonder if this would ever have happened without her?"

"Probably not," Jadzia agreed, "but it is going to happen again."

They kissed deeply for a while, forgetting all about the plan in their self-absorption. "Jadzia," Nerys said with her mouth on the Trill's neck, "can I ask you a personal question."

"No," laughed Jadzia as she bit Nerys's nipple, "I don't think we know each other well enough yet."

"You've been both a man and a woman."

"Yes," Jadzia answered, sounding amused.

"Which did you like better?"

"I've been asked that before, as you can imagine," she said softly, taking the time to suck Nerys's nipple and then blow on the wetness, making it stand up hard. "I've answered both ways in different lives. Usually I say that I prefer whatever sex I happen to be at the time."

"And now?" Kira pulled back and looked into Jadzia's face curiously.

"The same. I like being a woman, and I wouldn't change right now, but I've had my share of fun as a man, too." The conversation languished as Jadzia pushed Nerys over and lay on top of her, putting her tongue on the Bajoran's nose ridges. "That's wonderful," Kira sighed.

"How sensitive is it?" Dax asked curiously. "Is it like Quark's ears?"

Nerys's eyes opened wide in horror. "Jadzia!"

"Well, is it?" she teased.

"I suppose so, if you must put it that way."

"Then it's very sensitive. Good." Jadzia proceded to experiment with different strokes and pressures until she found Kira's preference. She started trying different speeds. "Can I suck them?"

"Oh, yes." Nerys could hardly speak.

Jadzia licked and nuzzled the ridges until Nerys took Dax's head into her hands and steered it down to her throbbing clit. Jadzia plunged her tongue inside, alternately swirling it around the erected clit and sucking Nerys's swollen hot labia. Kira's orgasm was intense enough to set up a trembling in her body that didn't subside for several minutes. She pulled Dax back up to her and licked the warm juice off her face.

"There's one thing that all the Daxes have had in common," Jadzia remarked.

"What's that?" Kira asked distractedly.

"We've all thought that men were fine, but we all preferred women. In bed, I mean. Especially Curzon. He had a few experiences with men when he was young, but he never met a man who really got him excited. Always women." She sighed as Kira pushed her on her back and started mouthing a trail of kisses and bites down her body. Although Nerys's mouth meandered around, over hill and dale, her final destination was never in doubt. Jadzia smiled contentedly and let herself enjoy it.

Part VI (second half)


Mercifully for the occupants of Lwaxana's room, Odo was late. He was also in a very foul mood, knowing already at least part of what was in store for him.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he grumbled as Lwaxana let him in. "There was a fight at Quark's."

"Couldn't Primmin take care of it?" Lwaxana asked a bit curtly.

"He's taking care of it now. But first I had to carry one of the culprits to the brig. He refused to walk there himself. I don't suppose he knew how strong I was, though," Odo said with pride. "I think I surprised him."

"I'm sure you did," Julian said maliciously.

"Dr. Bashir," Odo said with embarrassment. "I've been wanting to talk to you."

"Odo, can't you just call me Julian? Why are you forever keeping me at a distance?"

"I didn't think I was. I just don't have an easy time calling people by their first names."

"But it isn't hard for you to force people to beg you for sex. Or am I the only privileged one?" Julian's fury had finally erupted after a little coaching from Lwaxana between trists. "We've been intimate, Odo. I've put myself in your hands more than once. I trusted you, and I thought you trusted me, but you really only pretended to in that fake bondage scene of yours."

"I do trust you, Julian," Odo said, saying his name with an effort.

"Well, then prove it," Julian retorted.

"How? I can't help it if I'm stronger than you are, or if I can always shift out of a restraint."

"No? Well, I can help it." He stalked over to the table and picked up his medical tricorder. Lwaxana looked perplexed, glancing at Dax and Kira to see if they knew what was going on. Both shook their heads in confusion. "With my tricorder I can set up an ion field that will keep you from being able to shift. You said you wanted to know what it was like to put me in charge, to be completely helpless. Do you really want to know? Here's your chance." He stood angrily facing the shape shifter, holding out his tricorder.

Odo concentrated and melted away his uniform. "All right," he agreed. "I'm in your hands."

Lwaxana felt a surge of fear. Her plan had included getting Odo to submit to Julian's will, but suddenly it was succeeding too well. She had only asked him to submit voluntarily; now, once he was caught in the field, he would have no choice.

Julian led Odo to the bed where he himself had been restrained and directed Odo to lie over the pillows. He secured Odo's hands together over his head. Each of Odo's feet was attached to a different corner of the bed. Julian set up the tricorder and activiated it.

"Try to shift out of the restraints," he ordered harshly.

"I can't," Odo said after a moment. "You have me where you want me."

"If you will recall," Julian spat, his anger still strong, "being tied up was your idea. You wanted me to bind you and do anything I wanted to you. When I didn't like that idea, you showed me how much power you had over me. You held me down and made me beg for you."

"I'm sorry," said Odo, looking into his eyes. "I made a mistake."

"I know you're sorry," Bashir raged, "but that doesn't help me now. If you had given it any thought before you did it, you'd have realized how wrong it was to use my feelings for you to humiliate me." He paused and knelt on the mattress next to Odo's head, bending down to look in the shape shifter's face.

"What about right now?" he asked in a trembling voice, his eyes flashing with anger. "What do you want now? Do you feel like having me do anything I want to you?"

"If it will make you feel better," Odo answered uneasily.

"It will," Julian cried, "it will make me feel better." He stood and went around behind Odo. The shape shifter felt the mattress sink between his legs as Julian knelt there. For a few minutes, nothing happened.

"What are you doing?" Odo asked nervously. There was no answer. He tried his restraints, but they held him fast. Suddenly realizing that there was really no escape, he struggled ineffectually against his bonds.

"Feeling a little anxious, Odo?" Julian's voice had stopped trembling to become hard and purposeful. "I know what that feels like."

"What are you going to do?" Odo asked, hearing as he said the words that he echoed Julian's plea of the previous morning.

"I don't know yet," Bashir said slowly. He reached out his hands and ran his fingers slowly down Odo's back. Odo grunted at his touch, arching his back into it. "Does that feel good, Odo?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad." He ran his hands down the shape shifter's back a few more times, until Odo had come to expect his touch. Quickly, he reached between Odo's spread legs and took his scrotum into his hands. Odo jumped in his bonds. Julian smiled spitefully.

The three observers sat silently at the table, watching this drama unfold. Now Nerys turned anxiously to Dax. "Do you think Julian's actually going to hurt him?" she whispered.

"He can't really cause Odo any permanent damage," Dax replied.

"That's not what I mean," Kira hissed. "Do you think he's going to cause him pain?"

Dax shrugged. "What kind of pain? That's a relative term. Spiritual or physical?"

Kira clenched her fists. "Jadzia, I love you, but you can be amazingly unhelpful."

Jadzia pursed her lips. "I just don't know, Nerys," she whispered. "I wish I did. Anyway, we have no choice. We need to let them play it out."

On the bed, Julian was fondling Odo's balls with his hands-- squeezing first one and then the other. He stroked Odo's scrotum, occasionally brushing a light hand against the stem of his cock, which was fully erect. So was Julian's.

Suddenly Lwaxana spoke. "Odo knows the safe word," she whispered. "I told him we wouldn't interfere unless he said it."

"Oh, fine," Kira said, raising her voice in frustration, "does that mean we have to wait for..."

"Quiet, please," said Julian. "Odo is concentrating." The doctor's face was drawn and pale with tension. Sweat had broken out across his forehead. Without warning, he reached between Odo's legs and grabbed his hard-on in both hands. Odo cried out and threw his head back, thrashing around in the restraints.

"Odo!" Kira cried, rising quickly.

The shape shifter shook his head. "Keep out of this, Major. This is between Dr. Bashir and myself."

"Good advice, Major," Julian said sharply. "No one was there for me yesterday morning." He stroked Odo's cock gently. Odo sighed and clenched his buttocks, pushing his erection through Julian's hands.

"Julian," Odo said thickly, "I want you now. Please."

"Already?" Julian asked in mock surprise. You're not getting off that easily, Odo." H