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Archivist's Note: I have archived this story, because this is one of the starkest (read: grim) and yet most realistic portrayals of Odo's devotion to Kira, that details just how far he would go to save her... even when it's an alternate universe Odo and Kira. If you like this story, please send your feedback directly to the newsgroup alt.startrek.creative and put "REV: DS9 'The Whore' by McNamara" in your subject line. It is the only way I know of whereby the anonymous author might read it.
The following is a story based on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
This story was written very late at night. If shapeshifters in a sexual
context make you ill, do not read any further. This story is not
copyrighted, or any of that crap. It contains scenes of partially
non-consensual sex (depending on how you interpret it) so please be
forewarned. You must use your imagination for this one. I certainly did.
Any comments would be appreciated.
The man took him back to a small, closet-like room with no windows and no
light and a mattress somewhere near the corner. He laid Odo down on the
mattress and took off Odo's clothes, fumbling around in the darkness with the
buttons. Odo held quite still as the man pulled off first his shirt, then
his boots, and finally his pants, throwing them on the floor next to the
mattress. He put his hands on Odo's body and explored him haphazardly, and a
bit roughly, running his fingers over Odo's slender torso and down his loins
and between his legs. Odo's skin was warm and smooth, and he let himself be
pliant under the man's rough hands. The man kissed him a little, a few times
on the mouth, and more or less ceremonially. He put his great knotted arms
under Odo's back and arched the shapeshifter's spine grotesquely, so that his
hips were on the level of the man's chest. Odo made a small startled noise
as the man bit his neck, then his shoulder, and dug long fingernails into his
soft loins. The man unzipped his pants and fucked him brutally, holding
Odo's wrists pinned over his head in one of his massive hands, so that the
shapershifter could not struggle. Odo clenched his teeth and shut his eyes,
waiting for it to end, and sobbing silently to himself.
They spent the night at a hostel. Odo used the remaining latinum to buy
them a few nights there, and he put Kira in a bed with a blanket. In the
morning, she was well.
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By an124986@anon.penet.fi
(this service is now defunct, the author's current e-mail is unknown.)
Date: Thu, 1 Sep 1994 12:16:38 UTC
The Whore
by McNamara
Lepta IV was a dangerous place.
It had no real permanent inhabitants, but served rather as a stop-over point
for all the depraved and libertine misfits that were crawling across the
galaxy, making livings in their own specialized, criminal ways. It was more
than a little frightening.
But they were there, and for a time there would be no going back. Odo had
originally fled Terok Nor with Kira because she had asked him to, and because
she had told him he might be implicated in the terrorist act she had helped
orchestrate. They had run like fugitives, stowing away on a freighter bound
for Federation space, and had finally found themselves stranded, penniless
and forsaken, on the colony of Lepta IV.
When they had arrived, Odo had carried Kira from the ship. The cold and
damp had gotten to her in the freighter's hold, and she was slowly starving
as they tried to ration the food they had bought. Eventually, she succumbed,
and now she was completely dependent upon Odo. He had taken care of her as
best he could, but they were broke, and in a hostile place.
For a while, they slept in an alley in town, in a doorway. Odo brought Kira
all the food he could, but a few days in town and he quickly discovered that
what they needed most was money. He would need money to buy food and the
bootlegged medicine that could occasionally be purchased. But there were
very few ways of getting money on Lepta IV. Odo learned that criminals and
outcasts tend to hold on to their money, and only spend it on things that
might alleviate the misery of their dirty existences, like liquor, or sex.
Odo didn't have any liquor. The only thing he had was himself.
The center of all dealings in the capital city of Lepta IV was a sort of
tavern, and inn where smugglers slept and drank in bars and cut deals. It
was where all transactions occurred, and it was where everybody went who
wanted something.
Odo hated the thought of doing what he was going to do. It made him
physically ill; he didn't know if he would even be able to go through with
it, once he found a taker. As he entered the inn, a wave of nausea and fear
passed through him. He had to, whether he wanted to or not.
The place was vast and smoky and strangely lit. The tables and bars were
populated by bizarre, outlandish characters, alien and humanoid, all of them
twisted and grotesque. As he looked at the crowd he thought about how similar
the humanoid needs for sex and nourishment were: if starved for them enough,
they would take virtually anything. He knew he would never be able to pull
this off in a more sane environment. People there would have scruples about
who or what they slept with. But, he imagined, not here. He thought he
would be able to cater to the depraved sexual fantasies of this crowd, as
freakish as he himself was.
He sat down at a table, alone, and looked around. He had no idea where to
begin. He thought of presenting himself as female, but he doubted that would
help. There were plenty of female smugglers about, and plenty of them might
want to have a shapeshifter. He didn't care who took him, as long as they
paid well.
Very remarkably, his customer found him. He had been sitting there an hour,
making occasional eye contact with passers-by ... he imagined he looked
pretty available. He looked at his face in the smooth table surface: in the
strange, bluish light it had a pale, masklike quality that suggested a weird
sort of erotic mystery. It's inhuman appearance somehow made it exotic and
curious, rather than repulsive, and the sad blue eyes reflected a century of
sorrow and neglect.
A large, raw boned human man sat down at the table across from him and
stared.
"Never seen anything like you before," he said in a deep, smooth voice.
"What are you?"
"I'm a shapeshifter," Odo replied.
The man raised his eye brows. He had a sick, haunted look, and his face was
worn and a little cruel.
"A shapeshifter, eh? That sounds interesting."
Odo had very little patience for the small talk that surrounded business
transactions. "I am perfectly willing to do business with you, sir," he said
shortly.
The man smiled slightly, and looked Odo up and down. "What kind of business
are you in?" he asked sly.
"I have nothing to sell," Odo said, "except, perhaps, myself."
The man continued to look at him. "A shapeshifter," he mumble to himself,
"that could be something. That could be interesting. What do you do,
shapeshifter?"
Odo cringed inwardly at the blunt reference. "Anything you want," he said
flatly.
"Now, you understand, I don't much care for women, I'd much prefer to fuck
something like you, but I want a man who's small and plenty soft and'll let
me do whatever I want."
"Whatever you say," Odo said.
The man nodded, grunting. "What's it going to cost me?" he asked.
"Ten strips of gold-pressed latinum," Odo replied, dispassionately.
"All right. Fair enough. But I'd better get what I'm paying for or you'll
be in for it."
Odo nodded. He didn't doubt it.
It was painful having something shoved up into one's body, and Odo let his
insides soften a little to compensate. The man slid in him smoothly, and he
seemed to continue to slide in without stopping, Odo's liquid insides sucking
him in. The man fucked hard and rhythmically, pushing a little deeper each
time, many times over until Odo's head began to spin. Odo simply tried to
put up as little resistance as he could, opening up his body to his demanding
client, in the hopes that he would soon be satisfied.
When the man was done he laid Odo's limp, naked body back down on the
mattress and rolled away. Odo heard him laugh softly in the darkness.
"What was that you did when I was fucking you, some shapeshifter thing?"
Odo sighed, still lying on his back. "That's what you're paying for," he
said sourly.
"Well, it was incredible, let me tell you, you alien cunt. What I wanna
know is, where else can I find stuff like you?"
"You can't," Odo said. "I'm the only one."
"That's much too bad," said the man sadly. "What I wouldn't give to have
you every night."
Odo sat up and searched around on the floor for his clothes.
"Oh, no you don't," the man said suddenly, moving over and pinning Odo to
the mattress. "I'm not through with you yet."
Odo was trembling ever so slightly, but he set his jaw and said nothing,
waiting for the man to finish with him.
But the man only continued to feel his body, spreading his legs and bringing
his knees up so that he was entirely exposed. He put his fingers up into
Odo's body and Odo acquiesced, letting parts of himself liquefy to amuse his
rough client. The man did him one more time, pinning Odo on his stomach and
holding his hips, then twisting back his arms to hold them behind his back.
As the man came inside of him Odo felt suddenly sick and dizzy, and he
shuddered involuntarily. He thought through the haze of pain and dizziness
that he would most certainly lose his shape if the man kept up much longer.
They had this strange, wild sex for fifteen more minutes, before the man
finally decided that he had had enough. He gave Odo his clothes, and took
out some latinum.
"I want you again," he said.
"Sorry. This is a one-time deal."
The man looked at him angrily, the appeared to think to himself. He made a
decision, and put away the latinum.
"Sit down," the man ordered suddenly.
Odo sat down on the edge of the mattress. The man pushed him back and undid
Odo's pants, taking the approximated genitalia and putting it into his mouth.
Odo flinched away from him, grabbing a little at the mattress, and at this
the man gave him a brutal, back-handed blow across the face. Odo shrank back
like a wounded creature and tried to hold still, scrunched into a ball and
shaking violently as the man sucked mercilessly on him. He licked around the
smooth inner thighs and sucked on the facsimile balls, then put his tongue
around the delicate head. He nibbled at it with his jagged teeth, and Odo
gasped, stricken, at the sharp pain. But eventually the man finished with
this too, and he threw Odo the latinum.
"If I find you around here again, you're mine. You hear?"
Odo nodded, numbly, and stumbled for the door. The man reached out and
grabbed his ankle, growling: "You were good ... for a damned alien cunt!"
Odo grasped convulsively at the door handle, let himself out, and slammed the
door behind him.
Once he was out, Odo leaned against the wall and gasped a little. He felt
dizzy and sick, and he slid down to the floor for a moment to recover
himself. When he felt a little better, he looked at the latinum in his hand,
and felt very relieved.
When he left the inn he went straight to a pharmacist's shop and bought
Kira's medicine, in small, bootlegged hyposprays. After that, he bought a
loaf of bread from a cook at the back of a restaurant, as well as a couple of
strange fruits called apples. With these prizes, he returned to Kira in the
alley, where he found her asleep.
He gave her the medicine, and later the food when she was conscious, and she
only looked at him strangely when he refused to tell her how he had paid for
it.
She laid in bed and ate the second apple while he sat next to her.
"Why won't you tell me how you got all this, Odo?" she asked between bites.
Odo looked uncomfortable. "You wouldn't want to know," he replied
obliquely.
"But I *do* want to know."
"I don't want to tell you, Kira."
"Why not?"
"Because you would lose all respect you ever had for me."
Kira chuckled. "Was it really that bad?"
Odo nodded. "Yes, it was really that bad."
"You didn't steel it, did you?" Kira stopped chewing and looked at him.
"No, I bought it. With real money."
"Money from where?"
"The answer would disgust you."
Kira put the apple down. "Oh my god ..." she stared at Odo incredulously
"... you didn't ... did you?"
"Yes, I guess I did." He sniffed. "A grifting smuggler got what he wanted,
and I suppose I did as well."
Kira stared at him. "But that's ... that's *sick*!"
Odo scowled. "How else did you expect me to help you?" he asked angrily.
"It must have been horrible for you," she said contemplatively.
"It was."
Kira shook her head. "I can't believe you went through that for ... for
*me*."
"One does what one has to do, sometimes."
"Well," Kira smiled "I'm grateful for it." She paused, taking a bite of the
apple, then said: "What did you have to do?"
Odo looked surprised. "I'd rather not describe it, if you don't mind."
"Sorry," said Kira.
"You know," Odo began, "I don't understand the humanoid sexual appetite.
How can a being actually enjoy something like that?"
Kira continued to eat. "Odo, keep in mind you didn't have a great
experience."
"No, I suppose not."
"It's great if you do it like you're supposed to."
"I see."
Kira threw away the apple. She looked at Odo for a minute, as he stared at
his lap, and thought some of the same curious thoughts that the man of the
previous evening must have thought.
"Why don't I show you?" she said, slyly.
Odo looked up from his lap and stared at her. "You?"
"Yes, me." She sat up in the bed. "First of all, I bet he didn't kiss you
very well."
Odo still looked shocked. "No, he didn't."
"Well then." Kira leaned forward and put her hand under Odo's chin. She
tipped his head back slightly and kissed his mouth, first lightly, then
harder until she parted his lips with her tongue. She tasted his mouth
thoughtfully, and began to unbutton his shirt with her free hand.
Odo made small noises of protest when she first began, but he let her
continue, bringing his hand up to hold her wrist. He closed his eyes and let
her put her tongue in his mouth; it was strange, but it wasn't bad like the
night before. He didn't know what to think.
Kira pulled away for a moment. "You see," she said, "sex isn't about
dominating someone or hurting them. Sex isn't really even about sex, if
that's possible."
He wasn't sure he understood, but he nodded anyway. She put her hands
around his neck and kissed him some more, then took him in her arms and drew
him into the bed with her. They lay under the blanket and she held him,
slowly drawing off his clothes piece by piece, until he was naked. His body
was rather miraculous, perfectly humanoid, slender and powerful. His skin
was soft and he felt warm against her. She kissed his neck a little, and his
shoulders, and his chest, and ran her hands in slow, lazy circles over his
hips and his belly. She wasn't rough with him, she didn't try to hurt him,
she simply touched him softly and kissed his throat, whispering quietly in
his ear.
They didn't make love. She considered it, but it seemed unnecessary ... he
practically fell asleep in her arms, his head against hers. She didn't want
to disturb him, lying so quietly against her. She just wanted to feel the
smooth contours of his body, and to kiss his warm skin, and to feel his
pleasant presence. He let her do what she wanted, which wasn't much, and he
hardly minded at all.
They left later in the week. They caught a freighter into Federation space
and this time Kira was well. Odo was glad to be leaving Lepta IV: he never
wanted to think about what had happened there, ever. He wouldn't soon forget
that morning with Kira, although he imagined she would. In fact, afterward
she behaved as though it had never happened, treating him as she always had,
as a companion and confidante, but little besides that. And eventually, the
whole episode disappeared from memory, and neither of them thought of it
again.
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