DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek: Deep Space Nine characters are the
property of Paramount
Studios, Inc and Viacom. The story contents are the creation and
property of C. Zdroj and are copyright (c) 2003 by C. Zdroj. This story
is Rated NC-17.
WARNING: This is a slash story, containing explicit male/male sex (also
changeling/Ferengi sex, for that matter). If such material bothers you,
or if you are under 18 years of age, please seek more suitable reading
by C. Zdroj
Chronology Note: This story is set
roughly some time during ST:DS9's first three seasons.
Odo straightened abruptly at the sound of the doors hissing open. He
scowled at the interruption to his monthly unannounced search of
Quark's rooms. Damn! The little troll would have to come back before
he'd completed his work. Never given to needless panic, however,
the constable took in his immediate surroundings at a glance. Quark's
bedroom was an ideal hiding place for a shapeshifter, littered with all
manner of shiny trinkets, vulgar objets
d'art, and a downright voluptuous excess of bedding. Hmmmm ...
Odo considered his options for a half-second, noting the texture and
color of the items on the bed. Within an eye-blink he transformed
himself into a pillow of green silk and reposed himself to wait.
Perhaps, he reflected, this would not be all bad. Maybe he would get
lucky and Quark would take a com-call in his bedroom from one of the
Orion Syndicate contacts that Odo knew he had, but had yet to prove the
existence of. He smiled inwardly. If Quark attempted to reach any such
contact now, Odo would have the greedy little Ferengi right where he
wanted him. The sentient pillow on Quark's bed found it hard to
suppress a shiver of anticipation as the barkeeper entered the room.
Quark's footsteps came stumping agitatedly through the doorway. For
some moments Odo could hear him pacing about the small space.
"Fee-males!" Quark growled at last. "Nothing but trouble ... ask a Dabo
girl for a little favor and she demands a raise. That'll be the day,
when I pay my help extra latinum for routine sexual ... Hmmmm ..."
Quark stopped muttering for a moment, surveying the contents of his
bed. Pillow-Odo couldn't see the Ferengi in his present form, having
neglected to fashion even simple eye-structures, but the abrupt silence
made him freeze inwardly, causing a sensation somewhat akin to holding
one's breath. Pillow-Odo, of course, had no need to breathe.
"Guess if you want anything done right, you have to do it yourself,"
said Quark sardonically. And with that, the Ferengi began to strip
himself. Again, Odo couldn't see this, but he could clearly hear the
sounds of Quark peeling off and flinging away his clothing. There was
some rattling as Quark rummaged through a bed-side drawer, finally
extracting something. Despite himself, Odo found his curiosity roused.
What the hell was Quark up to now? Probably something illegal ...
A moment later, Quark flung his naked self on the bed, and Pillow-Odo
heard the electronic hum of some small device--soon accompanied by
protracted moans of delight from the Ferengi. Odo very nearly recoiled
in disgust. He didn't need eyes to know what was going on: Quark was
using a vibrator to give himself oomox--less than a foot away from
where Odo lay.
The procedure seemed to go on for an eternity. Odo tried not to flinch
as Quark panted and moaned and gasped, "Yes ... oh, damn yes, that's good!" over and
over like some grotesque porn-vid set to play in an endless loop. When
Quark finally squealed through his climax, Odo shuddered in horror.
After the moment had passed, he found to his shock that his pillow-self
had tensed and even contracted somewhat. Probably trying to shut out
the unpalatable noise of Quark's orgasm, he reflected sourly. Forcing
himself to relax and smooth out his bunched-up contours, he continued
to lie still, waiting for Quark to get up from the bed.
No such luck. Quark sat up and then knelt on the bed, grabbing a nearby
pillow and then flinging it aside in frustration. He reached out again
and Odo was startled to feel the Ferengi's hands on his body. Before
Odo could move or even think, he felt himself being wrapped around a
length of hard flesh and pressed between Quark's thighs. Gods no. This
was not possible.
Nothing had prepared him for the possibility that Quark would put his
innocent bedding to such a use, though, upon reflection, it really
should have occurred to him, considering what a lecherous little toad
Quark was. The Ferengi's cock became longer and harder as Quark pumped
it into the depths of the bunched-up pillow that was not a pillow. Odo,
now in full-contract with Quark's prick, was stunned at the size of the
thing, and also at the way his own pleasure sensors reacted to Quark's
vigorous pumping. For even reduced to something as simple as a
bed-pillow, Odo was hyper-aware of touch.
Ripples of delicious friction radiated across Odo's surface and deep
into his pillow-form. If he'd had vocal cords at the moment, he might
well have given a little moan or gasp. As it was, he had to fight to
hold his shape.
On it went, for several unbearable minutes, Quark thrusting with that
huge, delicious cock right into Odo's bunched-up pillow-self, and Odo
unable to react at all. Odo shivered. The tortures of Dr. Mora's lab,
he decided, were nothing compared to this. He did not even want to
imagine what might happen when the Ferengi reached another climax. Just hold the form, he told
himself. Hold the form ...
Odo concentrated on the thought, repeating it silently like a mantra.
Quark began to pant and groan once more as his exertions went on.
"Oh ... profit ... this is ... amazing. This fabric is just like--Hey!
What the ...?" Quark's thrusting stopped abruptly, and Odo felt the
halt of Quark's motion everywhere in his being. Too late, he realized
why this was. The portion of himself that was in actual contact with
Quark's penis had formed itself into a kind of glove that fitted Quark
perfectly--a soft glove of flesh which had begun, reflexively, to grip
the Ferengi's cock in spasms. Odo had, in effect, shaped himself so
that Quark could fuck him more effectively.
For a moment, Quark stared down at his pillow-wrapped penis in complete
bewilderment. Then comprehension slowly dawned, and Odo trembled as his
worst fears were realized. He was discovered.
"Odo?" Quark hissed suspiciously. "Odo--is that you?"
Odo had no idea what to do. The portion of him that was wrapped around
Quark's prick was still humming with desperate arousal. How in hell
could Quark know it was him? he wondered furiously. Then he answered
his own question. Because bedding
doesn't normally grab your penis when you masturbate. If he'd
had legs at the moment he would have kicked himself. How could he have
been such an idiot?
To his further shock, Quark broke into a decidedly evil chuckle. "So
now the truth comes out, huh? I should've known you were after my body
all along. All that obsessive lingering around my bar. So that's what
you had on your mind, eh, Constable?"
Odo was determined not to dignify this--any of this--with a reply. He
stubbornly remained a mute if embarrassed pillow. Yet Quark's
erection--if it were possible, and evidently it was--seemed to grow
even larger within the confines of the pocket he'd created. And Odo
could feel it. And Odo suddenly longed desperately to writhe and rub
himself all over Quark's magnificent prick. Don't, he told himself firmly, ... even think about it. Keep still.
Quark extended a finger experimentally to tickle the surface of his
formerly innocent piece of bedding. "Come on out, Odo," he cooed.
"Uncle Quark knows it's you. Hmmm ..." he pondered, "or maybe you just
need some more ... encouragement."
Quark began to move his hips once more, this time with malicious
purpose. Odo quivered but held out for three good hard thrusts--and
then, his changeling reflexes began to take over. Odo tightened around
the Ferengi's prick and shuddered all over. Slowly but surely, his
self-control began to crumble at the onslaught of pleasure. He felt his
shape twist and writhe as Quark pumped into him, until he had no
choice, it seemed, but to dissolve utterly and reform without thought
into the shape that he longed to be.
And so he found himself in humanoid form once more, gasping on his
belly in the middle of Quark's bed--with the little Ferengi kneeling
squarely between his thighs, his cock buried to the hilt in Odo's warm
changeling flesh. Quark, evidently unfazed by Odo's shift in form,
thrust delightedly once more. It felt ... wonderful. Odo moaned in
rapture. He was astonished and mortified at the same time--but neither
astonished nor mortified enough to ask Quark to stop. Quite the
"More!" Odo panted, now that he had a voice once again. Quark,
obliging, rammed himself hard into the changeling's pulsing depths. Odo
twisted in pleasure, grunting and clenching with his entire body as he
felt the Ferengi's cock plunge deep. His liquid insides contracted
around Quark possessively. "Harder!" he begged, his voice a breathless
rasp, and Quark swung his hips forward yet again, driving his hard rod
firmly between Odo's legs, deep into Odo's gooey center. Odo moaned
again, tensing once more to grip and hold Quark within himself,
trembling in every cell as he was fucked.
Quark, never one to disdain a lucky windfall from the Great Treasury,
was by now in his own private heaven. Initially shocked to see Odo
materialize in his bed, and nearly scandalized to find just how much he
enjoyed fucking the constable, he had quickly set any reluctance aside
and moved on to pure, lecherous enjoyment of the situation. His hips
began to thrust now with abandon. His prick slid easily back and forth
inside Odo's wondrous liquid cunt, which proved a near-perfect
combination of heat, friction, and lubrication. Odo's walls fit his
erection like a tailored glove, gripped like a firm hand, and sucked
like a wet mouth all at once. It was exquisite. There was just one more
thing that would make the experience perfect.
"Tell me to fuck you, Odo," Quark panted as he continued to shag Odo
furiously from behind. "Say 'Fuck me, Quark!'"
Odo drew Quark's prick into himself with a deep groan and swirled his
liquid substance around it, feeling, touching, tasting. Involuntarily,
he ran the tip of his tongue over his own lips as he sensed the wetness
seeping from the tip of the Ferengi's engorged prick. Odo moved his
hips slowly, delighted beyond all measure when Quark's pudgy fingers
slid underneath his belly to brace and stroke the insides of his own
smooth thighs. The touch made him tingle all over.
"Say it," breathed the Ferengi. "Ask me to fuck you!"
Quark's hips bore slowly forward and down, forcing that marvelous,
monstrous cock deeper into Odo's depths. Odo stretched himself wide and
contracted greedily around Quark's long, gnarled, exquisite penis. The
constable closed his eyes and let his hips roll, enjoying the force,
the fullness, the sweet friction of having Quark inside him. The words
spilled from his mouth as if he'd been saving them up.
"Fuck ... me ... Quark," Odo growled, low and soft, enunciating each
word carefully. His plea was answered with another deep plunge of
Quark's rod. "Aaaaaah ... yes," Odo groaned, arching, pushing his hips
up to meet the thrust. Quark swung back and forth, slowly at first,
then gradually harder and faster, ramming up Odo's backside as if he
meant to churn the changeling's substance to butter. "Aaahh!" Odo
rasped, "Harder!"--his voice somehow commanding and begging at the same
Quark's thrusts increased in speed and force. The Ferengi, primed for
his own orgasm, pumped his hips mightily and gasped as he felt Odo's
channel pulling and sucking him in. Odo clenched his jaw and locked
trembling arms and legs against the rising force of Quark's thrusts,
emitting little grunts at each push of Quark's hips. The hot changeling
substance inside him squeezed and caressed Quark's prick with ravenous
hunger. Hunger. Yes. He knew what that was now.
When the hot blast of Quark's semen shot through Odo's liquid
substance, it was like a comet tearing across the changeling's pleasure
sensors. Odo swore loudly in Bajoran as Quark spilled into his depths,
reflexively gripping the Ferengi's prick in spasm after uncontrollable
spasm. It was quite some time before they were able to stop and catch
their breath. When they finally did pause in their exertions, they were
still joined together. Odo lay sprawled on the bed, far more relaxed
now than his pillow-self had been, so sated with pleasure that he'd
almost forgotten what he'd originally come to Quark's rooms for. "That
was ... amazing!" the constable sighed, lolling on his stomach amid the
now hopelessly tangled bedding, his eyes closed in bliss.
"No need to thank me or anything," grinned Quark, still buried deep in
the warm, silky changeling flesh, and feeling rather pleasantly fluid
himself . "But something tells me ..." He thrust just slightly again,
felt Odo contract and then relax with a sigh. "... that you weren't
hiding out in my quarters waiting to give me a present ..."
"What of it?" Odo growled. He let his substance begin a low-level
thrumming around the Ferengi's cock, squeezing delicately. Quark gave a
whimper and another tiny thrust and Odo growled in deep pleasure.
"It just ... seems to me ..." grunted Quark. "That if you and I are
going to ... enjoy each other. You might think about ... doing me ... a
favor ... or two ..."
Odo's voice hardened, even as he tensed once more around Quark's
erection. "Are you offering me a bribe, Quark?"
"Bribe?" Quark sounded scandalized. "By the Great Treasury, no. I'm
offering you ..." Odo grunted softly at another gentle thrust that made
all his pleasure receptors tingle. "I'm offering you ... an
opportunity." More thrusts. Tiny bursts of pleasure all along Odo's
spine. His liquid insides swirled around Quark's thick cock, drawing it
up into his body almost as if swallowing. Quark gave a little gasp, but
pressed on with his speech. "I'm offering you pleasure, Odo. All the
pleasure you want ...."
Odo closed his eyes. Nothing in his whole life had ever felt so good as
the Ferengi's warm hard length within him. He let himself concentrate,
stroking Quark in a gentle, liquid rhythm, until the Ferengi began to
keen softly and then to thrust harder, panting.
"And just who is giving who pleasure here?" rasped Odo, teasing,
enjoying both the physical sensation and the feeling of control.
"I would say ..." panted Quark. "That it's ... mutual ... Constable.
Besides ..." And here the Ferengi abruptly stopped thrusting himself
into Odo's backside. "You never know whether or not I might have some
holo-recorders running in here ..."
Odo froze. The Ferengi could be bluffing. Then again, he had been
planning to bring a Dabo girl up here. It made a certain perverse sense
that he might have planned to make a recording of her. He'd tried
before to make a recording of Major Kira for the use of one of his
customers. Electronic snooping devices and recorders could be hidden
just about anywhere, and easily activated surreptitiously--as Odo knew
quite well himself. He was forced to concede that, in the words of an
ancient human expression, Quark had him by the balls.
Odo tore himself free of the Ferengi's now-offending penis and sat up
on the bed, glaring into Quark's smilingly lecherous expression. "As I
always say, Constable," the Ferengi continued, as if nothing at all had
just happened, "Why bribe ...?"
"When you can blackmail?" Odo finished for him, folding his arms across
his chest. "And what Rule of Acquisition would that be?"
Quark looked affronted. "That would be 'Quark's Rule Number One for
Dealing with Nosey Constables.' Nosey, sexy, shapeshifting constables
with really great asses, that is." He looked Odo's still
naked-appearing body pointedly up and down.
Odo fumed silently, furious with Quark, but even more furious with
himself. He, of all people-letting his ... 'coupling-urges' lead him
into one of Quark's duplicitous little schemes. Any green security
recruit would have known better.
"Oh, come on now, Odo," wheedled Quark. "It's not so bad. I'm sure we
can work out a suitable ... arrangement."
Odo snorted. "If you think I'm going to pay you for your ... services
..." he began, his voice heavy with disgust.
"I'm nobody's whore!" sniffed
Quark. "All I want from you is a promise not to ... disclose some of my
business practices. And in return, I won't disclose some of your ...
personal practices. And of course, we could continue ... amusing each
other." The Ferengi offered hopefully. His tone of voice made the
sulking Odo look up into Quark's toothy grin. "Who could object to such
an exchange of ... favors?" Quark asked reasonably. "It's a win-win
situation." He promised.
Odo looked at him dubiously. His eye was drawn to the juncture of
Quark's thighs, where, unbelievably, the Ferengi's cock was beginning
to rouse itself again. It figured, Odo thought wryly, that closing an
illegal business deal would give Quark a hard-on. On the other hand ...
given the excuse to linger in Quark's bedroom for long periods of time,
perhaps even while the Ferengi slept ... who knew what sort of evidence
Odo might eventually be able to discover? It was indeed an opportunity
too good to pass up, he decided.
Odo gave a non-committal grunt. "Why don't you show me what you have in
mind," he growled, looking Quark squarely in the eye. Wordlessly, he
formed an erection of his own, so that Quark couldn't help but take
notice of it.
Quark beamed. "With pleasure, Constable," he purred. Moments later, he
had grabbed Odo's prick with both hands and was sucking it avidly. Odo
fell back amid the tangled bedding with a groan. Quark's pointed teeth
caused tiny, sharp tingles of pleasure as they scraped over his
constructed genitals. Odo closed his eyes and let his hands find the
Ferengi's ears. He could easily outlast Quark in bed, he told himself.
As soon as the Ferengi drifted into sleep, Odo would have all the time
he needed to search these quarters from top to bottom for evidence of
criminal activity. Oh yes. Odo moaned and thrust into Quark's hot
mouth. Oh yes indeed. All the time he needed to get that damned Ferengi
right where he wanted him ....
Author's Notes: A story challenge on
ASCEM was just the spur I needed to
finish a piece that had been lurking on my hard-drive for most of a
couple of months. Partial inspiration to finish this story also came
from a hilarious J. Juls Garak/Bashir piece on ASCEM featuring
Odo-as-bedsheet. My thanks also to Quark himself, who has in many ways
become my personal muse of smut. This story was posted to ASCEM in June
of 2003, and to my astonishment, received an honorable mention in the
ASCEM GO Awards that year in the DS9 "Other Slash" catagory. My thanks
to those who read and voted for this twisted little story about my
favorite slash pairing.