TO SERVE THE FIRST MINISTER

The First Minister has returned to Bajor, and I find myself alone for the first time in several days. I knew his visit would be disruptive of the station's daily routine, and that security would be a problem, but I did not anticipate the effect his visit would have on me, personally.

It has been a most enlightening three days.

I had worked closely with Major Kira in preparation of the First Minister's visit. After all, she had promised Shakaar that using the station for these meetings would be safe. In light of the recent troubles on Bajor, I was dubious, but I made every effort to guarantee Shakaar's safety ... I realize now that I did not want to disappoint Kira.

Seeing them together, knowing their shared history, I was jealous ... and shocked to have Quark be the one to point this out to me. But still, I maintained the proper decorum, and didn't allow my feelings to interfere with my work ... at least not at first.

Of course, when the turbolift went into freefall, I had to admit it ... I had allowed myself to be distracted ... it almost cost us our lives.

When we finally made our way back to Shakaar's quarters, I got the impression that the Major would be staying, as she had the night before. I turned slightly, to give them some privacy as they spoke quietly at the door, then much to my surprise, Kira started to walk away. I was about to join her when Shakaar called out to me, asking if he could have a word with me.

Of course, I assumed that it had to do with my inattention earlier ... he would either be requesting someone else for his protection, or warning me that I would be reported for dereliction of duty ... I was prepared for the worse.

What I was not prepared for was the reality of his wish to talk with me. He had no complaint about my service to him ... he knew that it was a nearly impossible task to maintain the safety of one being on such a large station. That was not what he wished to talk about.

I had noticed over the past two days that Shakaar was not one to 'beat around the bush', as the saying went. He was usually quite direct in his approach to every subject. At this moment, however, he seemed to hesitate before he spoke.

When he did, he started by telling me about the relationship he had with Major Kira ... how they had known each other in the resistance, and how they had been 'occasional lovers'. Seeing that I was uncomfortable with the subject, he apologized, saying he knew I had feelings for the Major ... a statement that I, of course, denied. After all, Shakaar and Kira were, apparently, resuming their past relationship, and who was I to interfere ... regardless of my feelings for her, she only saw me as a friend ... how could she see me as anything else?

However, Shakaar surprised me once again, when he told me that, although he and Kira had spent a great deal of time with each other in recent days, there was no need to deny my own feelings for her ... they had no commitment to each other, nor were they likely to in the future. Theirs was a relationship of mutual pleasure, nothing more.

As I sat there, puzzling over his statement, and wondering if there ever *could* be anything between myself and Kira, he gave me a rather curious gaze. We sat, staring at each other for several minutes, until finally, Shakaar shook his head slightly, and smiled.

I was about to ask what was on his mind, when he suddenly stood and crossed the room. As he looked out at the stars, he quietly asked if I had ever been with a man. I stared at his back, completely dumbfounded by the question. He did not turn, as I remained silent, contemplating my answer to him.

Of course I had never been with a man ... for that matter, I had never been with a woman, either. The idea of having sex with a humanoid had never really crossed my mind ... at least, not consciously. After what seemed an eternity, I finally told him as much.

His smile, as he turned to face me, was more of astonishment than anything else. He then asked if I would be interested in experimenting ... he was curious, and found the idea of making love to a shapeshifter very erotic. If I were willing to satisfy his curiosity, he would teach me how to satisfy Kira in ways that no mere humanoid could ever dream of.

I must admit, I was intrigued. I mean, what could it hurt to experiment? He was willing, and although I did not experience 'arousal' in the usual fashion, I was able to mimic such a state ... it would be interesting to see if I was able to enjoy the experience.

And of course, if I did want to explore a possible relationship with Kira, I wouldn't want to go into it completely ignorant. If nothing else, this would show me what my capabilities were.

I agreed, and we made our way into his bedroom. As we stood next to the bed, he reached out to unfasten my tunic, and I stopped his hand in mid-motion ... he did not realize my 'clothing' was part of my being. He was fascinated, having never seen a shapeshifter before ... I decided to give him a show, as I slowly removed my 'clothing' a little at a time.

When I was done, I stood before him ... a perfect example of humanoid male physiology. He ran his hand over my chest, feeling the smooth skin, and small hard nipples. I felt a slight tingling as his fingers ran over the skin. I was startled by the sensation.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, I reached out to untie the sash around his waist. My hands were shaking slightly as I removed the sash, then opened the seam in his tunic. As the garment fell off his shoulders, I mimicked his movements. His nipples hardened under my fingertips, and I saw him shiver slightly as he closed his eyes.

Wanting to see how my touch affected the rest of his body, I unfastened his trousers, and slipped my hands under the waistband, pushing them down over his hips and thighs. He stepped back slightly, kicking off his shoes, and bending over to pull the pants off the rest of the way. As he stood back up, I saw that he was partially aroused.

It was my turn to be curious. I knew that I had recreated the physical attributes of a humanoid male properly, but I was unsure if I had gotten the 'feel' of them correct. Mimicking forms visually did not always render them correctly, as I had learned over the years. I explained this to Shakaar, and asked if I could touch ... he smiled, and said that he insisted that I touch all I wanted.

I took him at his word, and as I ran my finger from base to tip, it lengthened and swelled slightly. Fascinated by the silky feel of the skin, I pressed my palm against the head, feeling the moisture that was beading up on the tip. As I continued to explore the feeling of his sex, I reached for my own with my other hand. I altered my being slightly so that the 'feel' of the skin was as warm and silky as his own ... I was surprised to notice that I was also half erect, although I do not recall making myself that way.

Shakaar smiled, asking permission to touch me with his eyes. I nodded, and then gasped as his hand grasped my flesh ... the friction along the length of my shaft as he pumped from base to tip was ... I don't know ... it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

All I knew was that the more he pumped, the more I wanted to feel his hand pressing against my flesh ... I made my cock longer, and thicker, so that more of my 'skin' came in contact with his hand and that wonderful pressure he was subjecting it to.

What happened next is pretty much a blur ... before I knew it, we were in bed, lying side by side, stroking each other. As the sensations became more and more pleasurable, I found myself losing my 'solid' form temporarily, and my 'hand' melded with his pulsing shaft ... my own shaft seemed to be the center of the universe ... wanting ... needing ... I did not know what ... but I felt as if I would dissolve into nothingness and everything all at once.

When I came to my senses again, Shakaar was propped up on his elbow, lightly running his fingers over my chest, and smiling at me. I smiled back, and asked what had happened ... to which he laughed, and said he didn't know about me, but he just had the best orgasm of his life.

Having nothing to compare it with, I had to agree with him ... and thought to myself that if it ever got any better, I *would* dissolve into nothingness ... or everything. For a while, we lie there, talking about other ways of pleasuring another ... he told me about anal sex, and 'blow jobs' ... both for men, and women ... and the more traditional forms of pleasure between a man and a woman. He told me of the things that would drive Kira to the brink, and those that would push her over the edge.

While we talked of these things, we experimented a bit. Due to my unique physiology, we discovered that penetration during anal sex took on a whole new dimension ... from what Shakaar said, far more 'safe', and extremely more pleasurable. After all, I could make myself any size I wanted ... start out very small, and after penetration, slowly thicken and lengthen, till my partner was filled ... I could also self-lubricate, as well. Definitely a bonus, from what he said.

Obviously, Shakaar found this quite satisfactory ... and extremely pleasurable. I, too, found extraordinary fulfillment in the act. When we were satiated once more, we discussed variations on the technique ...ones that would come in handy with a woman ... and as we talked, so many possibilities came to mind of ways to stimulate and tease.

Later, Shakaar asked if I could *become* a woman ... he had a few things he wanted to show me. I obliged him, and he did things I had never dreamed of ... it's amazing what one can do with a tongue. When he penetrated me, and I wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeply into me, I once again lost the ability to hold my 'solid' form for a moment. As he came, my whole being merged with him ... it was beyond anything I had ever felt before.

All too soon, I had to leave ... if I stayed much longer, I would need a bucket. I thanked him for the experience, and he thanked me ... we had both learned a great deal. Just before I left him, he made me promise to tell Kira how I felt ... I said I would ... I was looking forward to showing her all I knew.

THE END

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