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) 2001 by C. Zdroj. This story
is Rated NC-17.
Chronology Note: This story is set
during the ST:DS9 episode "Trials and Tribble-ations."
Whatever it was that he'd consumed at the bar had gone straight to his
head. Odo wasn't even sure just exactly how he'd been coaxed up to the
officers' quarters on board the Enterprise, but by now, the pair of
tribbles they'd brought up with them were eating and purring together
sociably in a corner of the cabin, and the lovely Lieutenant Uhura was
doing some purring of her own, her lips brushing the base of Odo's
For some reason, he just stood there, lightly swaying on his feet,
doing nothing to discourage her. He couldn't think why.
"Let's see if we can't loosen you up just a little bit ..." she said
softly, beginning to kiss her way up along his neck to his jawline, to
nibble at his ear. Meanwhile her hands were moving lower, seeking even
more vulnerable parts of his body to explore.
Odo gasped in shock as he felt his body respond immediately to the
touch of Uhura's warm and inquisitive hands. Damnation! His Bajoran
military-issue briefs suddenly felt painfully tight and constraining as
his cock swelled eagerly, embarrassingly, within them.
Gritting his teeth, he managed to seize Uhura's hands and arrest their
movements. "Lieutenant ... please, I ... this is not the ... not, er
... appropriate ..."
He was panting the words out even as his gaze was arrested suddenly by
Uhura's warm, melting dark eyes. "After you came all the way up here
with me? You mean to say you're not interested?" she asked
softly--almost coyly. "Perhaps it's my decor," she teased.
"I mean I--I think perhaps we've both had a bit too much to drink--and
Uhura managed to free one hand and carress Odo's cheek. "I knew you
were a gentleman the moment I saw you. Or maybe you're just shy ... is
Her face--her body--was very close now, and Odo swallowed hard. She
smelled delicious, earthy and sweet. Of course she would. She was
human, just as he was. His new hormones were, evidently, fully attuned
to and in synch with hers.
"I've always loved shy men," Uhura cooed softly. "You don't have to be
shy around me, you know ..."
"It isn't that," Odo gasped, as his grip wavered and her other hand
found its way to the bursting crotch of his trousers once more. "I just
... don't know if you'd ... respect me in the morning." It was a
last-ditch, desperate, cliched excuse, and it proved no more effective
than the others, as Uhura began to stroke him, slowly and lingeringly,
through the fabric of his pants. Odo whimpered helplessly.
"Looks like you've been depriving yourself for a while, love," she
whispered sympathetically. "Why don't you just let me fix that?" She
slipped his jacket off his shoulders, and it fell in a heap to the
floor as she continued to fondle him.
Odo could no longer respond with any coherence. Indeed, he doubted that
he would be able to walk properly if he tried to exit her quarters at
this point. Additionally, he was no longer certain he wished to leave.
He leaned against the wall, shivering, as Uhura undid the front
fastening of his trousers and gently, gently drew them down, taking the
undergarments with them, exposing his buttocks and allowing his cock to
"Oh my!" she exclaimed.
"Is ... something wrong?" Odo gasped.
"Wrong?" Uhura chuckled softly, drawing closer to him and stroking his
cheek, running long, graceful fingers through his hair. "No, not at all
... I was just admiring your ... initiative." The palm of her hand
grazed the underside of his erection very lightly. Odo shut his eyes
and felt his chest heave. "It's very impressive ..." Uhura whispered
against his ear. Her lips found his temple. He turned his head and
suddenly his lips were pressed into hers. Her kiss was warm, sweet,
dizzying. Her full, soft mouth captured his easily, her tongue slipped
into his mouth, and sensible thought fled him. Warm hands slid gently
up and down the length of his aching penis, rubbing the sensitive
crown, slipping back his foreskin. Her fingers gently tickled his
balls, wandered gently behind them to stoke along the valley between
"Oh ... you are just beautiful," Uhura breathed, stroking his hair as
her kiss deepened, plunging into him and tasting eagerly. Odo thought
he would faint, or collapse--or both.
She steered him back toward the bed, where he did fall--flat on his
back in the narrow Starfleet bunk. Uhura straddled him easily, her long
legs folding up underneath her as her mischeivous hands slid up
underneath his striped tunic, teasing his nipples and making him groan
with pleasure and pain as she worked the unflattering garment off him.
She peered down admiringly at his chest, stroking up over his smooth
abdomen with her warm, brown hands. "There--I knew you'd be much
prettier with that off." Her eyes became wide and innocent. "Now, how
would you like to take a look at me?"
He nodded stupidly, and she reached back to take down her zipper, then
pushed the tiny red Starfleet mini-dress up over her head, revealing a
regal, shapely torso with full, round breasts. She took his hands and
brought them up to touch her, showing his thumbs how to tease the dark
brown nipples. Uhura arched her neck back and growled in pleasure as
Odo's hands moved on her, kneading her breasts. She rubbed herself
against his hard, trembling prick until he could feel the wetness
seeping through her thin white panties. She leaned down and took him in
a kiss, reaching deep into him, a silent demand.
His trembling hands groped awkwardly over her smooth, soft buttocks,
pulling down the gauzy undergarments, then moving uncertainly between
her thighs, his fingers exploring her soft, velvetly wetness.
"Not so fast, cowboy," she whispered into his ear, capturing one hand
and placing it against her breast. "We want to do this nice--and--slow
Her lips began to travel in a leisurely way down his torso, suckling at
his nipples, licking and kissing her way down his body until he felt
the warm velvet of her tongue passed slowly over the swollen, tender
head of his cock. Odo cried out softly, tears starting into his eyes as
her wet fingers slid once more behind his testes and pressed gently
into the small opening of his rectum, a slow, tender invasion. He
clamped around her while Uhura's mouth continued ravishing his cock,
licking avidly over its length.
After of several minutes of this sweet torture, Uhura's fingers slipped
out of Odo as gently as they had entered him. She moved over him,
supple and lithe, covering his body with her own and rubbing the dark
wet lips of her vulva over his pale, smooth cock. He tasted himself as
her tongue ravished his mouth once again, and then he gasped as she
took him forcefully between her thighs and impaled herself with a gasp
The two of them held still for a moment, shivering with delight. "Oh,
that ... is ... wonderful," Uhura sighed in a throaty whisper. Her hips
moved gently, pushing him deeper into her heat and causing them both to
gasp. "Oh, baby," Uhura moaned, "I love the way you fill me up."
Odo could find no words. He could only groan as his hips strained
involutarily upward, trapped between her thighs. Uhura keened in
rapture as Odo surged into her. "Yes," she whispered, as if in some
kind of trance, "... more, sweetheart. Let me feel you ..." Odo obliged
her, moving with a strength of need he had never imagined possible.
After a few experimental thrusts he became almost desperate, driving up
into this woman's body with all the strength he possessed. She gripped
his shoulders with her hands, gripped his cock with strong inner walls.
She gasped with pleasure at each thrust. "Harder, sweetheart ... oh!
That's it ... oh! More! Yes--harder!"
She shrieked with joy, and Odo groaned in agony as he spilled into her
depths with sudden, unexpected force.
"Oh gods, oh prophets --" he panted, almost delerious with exhaustion.
Uhura's lips found his and kissed him over and over, soothing, calming
him, until he felt himself slip out of her.
Uhura grinned down at him. "That was pretty impressive, for a first
try," she whispered, rubbing her lips over his brows and the bridge of
his nose. "I don't suppose you'd care for another round?"
Odo shut his eyes, still gasping. "Another ...? I rather thought that
... humanoid bodies ... had certain ... limitations ..."
"Rules were made to be broken," purred Uhura seductively. Before he
could utter a word of protest, her kisses were once more traveling
slowly down his chest and lower, to his pelvis. Her hands cradled his
now flacid cock while her lips brushed lightly over the organ. Odo
gulped, surprised by how sensitive the damn thing still was. He would
probably have to live for centuries in this stupid body before he
figured out all of its quirks. He only knew that when Uhura's fingers
slid between his buttocks to penetrate him a second time, he couldn't
control the reaction. His back arched, his cock began to stir again,
and he groaned uncontrollably.
"Do you want me to stop?" Uhura asked gently.
"No ... Prophets, no ..." Odo managed.
"Who are these Prophets you keep calling out to?" she teased gently.
"Fertility gods maybe?" She blew on his penis and then began to run her
tongue thoughtfully along its length, her fingers stroking inside him.
Odo writhed and whimpered in delicious agony. It was several moments
before he could actually form words and answer her.
"No ... they're just ... generic ... oooh, gods! I mean ... gods. As
far as I can ... tell, that is ... oh!--oh, Prophets!"
"Well, they certainly do seem to reward their supplicants ... as far as
I can tell ..." she observed
At that moment, there was a soft trilling from somewhere on the floor.
Uhura giggled. "Looks like someone's curious about what the grown-ups
are doing." Her free hand moved deftly beside the bed, scooping up the
errant tribble and plopping it down on Odo's chest. The creature's
furry body vibrated with enthusiastic cooing and Odo almost laughed
aloud at the additional sensations it caused.
Grinning wickedly, Uhura gently lifted the creature once more, and Odo
became aware of something warm and furry and living being stroked lightly up and
down the length of his cock. Uhura laughed softly as the creature's
purring increased, along with the length and hardness of Odo's penis.
"Oh ... Prophets ..." Odo
"I think she likes you," Uhura teased, "... unfortunately, I'm afraid
I'm too greedy to share ..."
Setting the tribble back on the floor and fondly shooing it away, Uhura
brought her attention back to Odo's cock, putting her lips around his
crown and sucking avidly while her tongue gently polished him. Odo
moaned and twisted in exquisite agony. One of her fingers was still up
his ass, lightly stroking. He thought for a moment he'd die of
pleasure, and then realized he didn't care. Finally her mouth released
him, and she grasped his aching prick with one hand. Her deft fingers
brushed up along his length, lightly gripping his crown, then circling
it with a gentle twist-motion, almost if she were opening a bottle.
This proved to be Odo's undoing.
He groaned in shock as he came again, spraying fluid all over Uhura's
hands and his own chest.
From the way that she kissed him afterwards, he knew the night was
still young ... very young. He heard the tribbles purring faintly in
the background and was able to focus on them for about two seconds
before his attention was diverted again ...
He wasn't sure what time it was when he finally, regretfully, crawled
out of Uhura's bed, feeling depleted, slightly dizzy, and wonderfully
refreshed. His mouth was still full of the flavor of her--her lips and
tongue, her sweat, the sweetness he'd discovered between her thighs
when she'd showed him how to taste her there.
He paused for a moment to gaze at her lovely sleeping form. She looked
peaceful and satiated--and exquisitely beautiful. Feeling a surge of
deep affection and gratitude toward her, Odo reached out and gently
smoothed a lock of stray hair away from her forehead. It really would
have been the polite thing to wake her and say goodbye, but ... he
almost feared that if he did that, he'd be pulled back into her bed
again and never leave this time period. Hmmm ... given his current odds
with Nerys or anyone else back on the station, it was not an
unappealing thought. He might have been tempted to ignore duty, had a
tribble not purred rather insistently at that moment.
"Oh, all right, all right --" Odo muttered. "You win." He leaned down
to drop a kiss on Uhura's warm, smooth cheek, then dressed as hurriedly
as he could--considering the aching stiffness that still lingered in
his buttocks and thighs. He supposed ruefully that there might be such
a thing as too much pleasure for one night. "I won't be able to sit for
a week," he grumbled, pulling the ugly period clothing back on. The
pants in particular seemed horribly confining as he--very
carefully--zippered and buttoned them back up.
He did pause to leave a note on her desk, on the rather
romantic-looking paper stationary there, adorned with flowers and
"Lieutenant ..." he wrote, then crumpled the note and shoved it into
his pocket. Good grief--he couldn't address her by rank after all that
... activity. He tried again.
"My Dear Uhura--Thank you for a lovely evening. I won't ever forget
it--or you. Perhaps we'll meet again. I hope so."
He frowned at the note. It was far from satisfactory, but he had never
been good at this sort of thing, and there was the time-line to think
of--if he hadn't already ruined it with this little erotic adventure.
Best not to sign his own name, he decided. Instead he signed himself,
"A fellow appreciator of tribbles."
His mouth quirked downward as he looked at the moniker. Far too
whimsical. But there was no time for a rewrite. He rose, scooped up one
of the tribbles in the corner of the room--yes, that brown one looked
like the one Jones had sold him--and let himself out of the room. As he
stroked the purring creature, it occured to him that he and Uhura had
only brought two up to the ship. Yet this one had been extracted from a
pile of at least a dozen. How did those things breed anyway? He shook
his head. Perhaps Bashir would have a notion. He'd certainly done
enough biological research of his own for one night.
Oh well, he thought ruefully, at least his fantasy life would be a bit
With a last whistful look at Uhura's door, he strode down the corridor,
seeking a way off the Enterprise. The tribble clasped to his chest
purred gently over his heart.
Author's Notes: This story was
originally written for OdoGoddess's Odo Smut Fest,
where it originally appeared back in 2001. It has also appeared on the
Rene Auberjonois Adult Fanfic List.