By Proxy

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This is the section where the 'action' starts...for those of you who have been skimming your way down. ;)
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By Proxy
by OdoGoddess (odogoddess@odospadd.com)
Part 3

"So...what do we have to do?"

Kira smiled. "I think it would be best if we just...get used to each other first, before trying to follow some alien guidelines."

"Still, they'll be expecting us to follow them, won't they," he pointed out. "Just tell me the steps. We don't have to follow them right now, I'd just like to know."

"First they inspect us...we have to disrobe in front of them."

"Not in the docking ring, I hope." He looked mildly alarmed, but also a touch amused, his voice ripe with sarcastic wit.

Kira chortled. "No. Well, at least you don't. Not until you're in a cabin. One of the VIP quarters should be fine." She sighed against his chest. They still sat side by side on his couch, but leaning against each other now.

He drew in a slow breath, ran a hand through his hair. "And then?"

"You're Shakaar's proxy, so I have to ready you."

"Ready me?"

"I...I have to bathe you."

"Bathe me?"

"Yes. That's why I figured one of the VIP quarters. There's enough room there for a tub. Some of them still have the walk-in spa's."

"I see."

"Then I dry you and...and prepare you."

"Prepare me?" Odo could feel himself throbbing unmercifully now as Kira methodically described this ritual they would undertake. If he felt this way now, he would surely disgrace himself before the Salk'Haians.

"That's a fancy Salk'Haian way of saying I make sure you're...aroused."

"Ah."

"Prophets, this does sound worse than it reads off a padd."

"If you say so. Frankly, I think you won't need to do very much in the way of...preparation...Kira."

She considered this, noted the way Odo was seated by her, trying not to squirm. She gently but decidedly slipped a hand to his groin, making him gasp. Her hand silently considered the topography of his lap, not a little impressed. "Just talking about this made it...??"

He nodded, then shrugged a little. "Actually, it's been this way on and off since you stepped from the turbo-lift at the Docking Ring." Her eyes widened and he amended, "The discussion has definitely contributed."

"Well...I still have to prepare you. One of the things I have to do is adorn your body with the Salk'Haian design for virility."

"Where?"

"Your chest and belly."

"Nerys..." his voice was agonized and he fought the urge to gush into the pocket of fabric her hand had cradled around him. It was close though, and he took her hand in his. "I...I can't take much more. I'm not a changeling anymore." She frowned at this odd statement and he explained, "I can't do this indefinitely."

She considered this and murmured, "You'll only have to do it twice."

"Twice?!"

"Once so they can see your response...and once more...inside of me."

"My response... you mean they want to see me--"

"Ejaculate." She said the word succinctly.

"Dear sweet Prophets..."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"I wish those Salk'Haians were here right now," he muttered between grit teeth. "Just get it over with."

Kira considered this, then began carefully slipping his trouser's open. "Kira?" She ignored him to gently extricate his swollen penis from the fabric and hold it, gently carress it and then feel it throb heatedly in her fist. Odo could no longer speak. He watched, head swimming, as she slipped her other hand within his pants and gently nestled his scrotum. The testicles and their covering was a little different from the Bajoran construction, he knew, but his organ was almost the same.

To Kira's interested eyes, his penis wasn't very different from a Bajorans, although he was surprisingly large...unless all Human men were well-endowed. He was as long, if not as thick as Shakaar...and Shakaar was 20 centimeters taller than him, and more heavily built to boot. She liked his slenderness though; being with Shakaar required time and great care and still felt uncomfortable at times, something it looked like wouldn't be a problem with Odo. A sudden wetness between her own legs indicated her body was already looking forward to this proxying. She stroked him gently, enjoying the silken feeling of his shaft.

"Kira..." A soft plea as he felt himself throbbing in her grasp.

"It's all right. We're going to be doing this soon enough, after all."

"But..." he looked at her, hands fluttering. It was obvious he was thinking of something more...reciprocal.

"Really, it's all right." She laid her head back against his chest and continued to gently stroke him within her fist, fascinated by the way the loose skin slid back revealing the red glans, then puckered up over the tip of it as she moved her hand up and down. "There's not really much you can do right now for me, at least not with the baby in the way. Let me touch you and bring you a little relief...experiment a little...before we proxy."

He couldn't fight her request or his response; it was too close and the feelings of his imminent release were upon him. Moments later a powerful spurt of thick, white heat issued forth...followed by a few more, not jetting out quite so far as the first. The remainder trickled down her hand, still oozing from him as he moaned with relief. She could hear his heart hammering wildly beneath her ear and smiled.

"That should do quite nicely," Kira commented, lovingly wiping him clean with one of her handkerchiefs. She'd taken to carrying them for the unpredictable sneezing fits that came over her thanks to her pregnancy, now they had another use.

"Do?" His voice was hoarse and foggy.

"For the Salk'Haians. We can do this for the first part of their...program."

"Oh."

"I hope it was still...satisfying, though?"

He looked at her incredulously, then noted the impish look in her eyes. Without a word, Odo drew Kira to him and began to kiss her until all logical thought fled from them both.

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The next afternoon Kira was chiding him.

"You look fine, stop fidgeting."

Odo's hand dropped guiltily, but he still shrugged his shoulders and squirmed a little.

"This thing is damned uncomfortable."

"Yes, well, be glad this is just a try-out." Kira tugged at her own outfit, a hooded robe with an alien symbol on the back and chest and added, "At least you don't have to walk through the corridors with just a robe on or show your naked body to someone on the Docking Ring."

"Are you sure we should be doing this? That damned Ferengi--"

"I deactivated every single one of his snooping devices in the bar after I caught some holo-images he'd manufactured from one of Worf and my...sessions. Don't worry. Besides, I encrypted his terminal to one of Kira's spring-ball training routines. No matter which device he tries to access for the Habitat Ring, it'll only show him a springball game." Jadzia smiled gently and apologetically. She had agreed to help them...and to remain quiet and unobtrusive. This was the second instance she'd felt the need to speak.

Odo nodded, looking utterly miserable, if oddly dignified in dark russet velvet-- tunic and trousers-- decorated with silvery Bajoran runes. The Bajoran circlet and earring connected to it was the capper, Kira nodded thoughtfully. He looked a lot like that king in the holo-story Dax liked to share with her. The rusty color brought out the rich golden red of his hair and made his eyes sparkle like blue gems. It was the heavy matching cape (and boots) that were what the constable found discomfitting. The cape pulled at him with each step and made him feel as if he was choking. Kira thought he was just a bit jittery over what they had to do tomorrow.

Which was why they'd decided (after a minor argument that is) that they should practice in an actual room with a spectator. It would help them get used to the prospect...make the actual proxying not so arduous, and get any potential difficulties out of the way. Jadzia had been the first choice for both of them. For one thing, she was close to them both and despite her reputation as the source of idle station gossip, Dax knew how to keep mum about truly private things. For another, she knew the customs and mores involved on both sides and could help them correct any possible snafu's. For another, she'd been pregnant before, or at least some of her past hosts had, and she knew many particulars about love-making at Kira's advanced state and could offer sound, practical advice for that particular aspect of this proxying.

Last but not least to Odo's mind; she'd already seen both of them naked before. She had beamed him up from the Founder's homeworld, not to mention having nursed him on the voyage home as he suffered through the effects of Bashir's broad-spectrum vaccines, and she'd shared her Hoobishian bath program with Kira a few times, so her involvement wasn't quite so troubling a thing as one might normally imagine. As for Dax herself, Worf was off the station, having headed for Earth in the Defiant on a clandestine Starfleet mission, so she was at odds and this promised to be a very interesting way to occupy one day at least.

"Okay, do you remember what we do?" Kira focused on Odo.

"Shakaar can't say anything since he's being proxied, so I have to greet the Salk'Haians, tell them I'm...eager to open myself to negotiation." He stepped to Jadzia, swallowed and nodded. "I greet you on behalf of First Minister Shakaar of Bajor."

Dax nodded. "I accept your greeting on behalf of First Minister Shakaar of Bajor. Be thou his proxy?"

"That is I. The First Minister is eager to open himself to negotiation with all of Salk'Haia."

"This is pleasing to hear, but we await proof of your open intent. We note an adherant wears the symbol of our world in our honor. Be this your choice of proxy for Salk'Haia?"

"She is. I present the splendor of Bajor cloaked in your world."

Kira stepped forth and opened her robe before Dax. The Trill merely nodded. "She wears our world well. Your choice honors us." Dax looked at Kira and smiled gently. "Honor our guest of Bajor for Salk'Haia."

"I shall." The Major covered herself again, and turned to Odo. "Are you ready?"

Odo nodded, then released a breath, glad they'd remembered all the greetings correctly. He looked to Kira, who smiled as he said, "I ask them to follow me...room 41-G on the Docking Ring...section 12?"

"Section 20."

"20...oh, major..."

"You're doing fine. What next?"

"Well, after we enter the room is where you take over, major." His voice quavered and when he noted her bemused expression, he straightened a little, alert to problems, "Did I miss something, major?"

"Odo...I think after last night that you and I are most definitely past 'major' and 'constable', don't you?" she teased, leaning in to embrace him encouragingly for a moment. She gave a quick 'don't interrupt' look to Jadzia who merely looked scrupulously at the floor coverings and studied the pattern as the two would-be lovers spoke.

"Sorry, Kira...I'm...I'm feeling...fluttery."

"Fluttery?" Kira smiled at this.

He touched his stomach and murmured, "My stomach is jumping around and I feel as if I'm going to regurgitate my food."

"Stage fright." They both looked to the Trill who shrugged apologetically. She managed to change her smirk to a quirk of the lips and whispered, "Sorry...just trying to be helpful. Try holding your breath, Odo."

"What?"

"Hold your breath," Dax instructed.

He did. She began to count to herself-- very slowly-- to twenty-seven. It always worked by twenty, but those seven extra seconds... Odo looked at her with desperation, face turning purple. She nodded and he gasped.

"Better now?" she dead-panned.

"What?"

"See? You forgot all about whatever was on your mind." Dax sighed, then added conspiratorially, "Simple. Effective. And it works really good for, uh, premature ejaculation, too...if that happens to be any sort of problem. It was for Tobin." She sighed again, voice trailing off, "...poor Tobin."

Kira and Odo ignored her. Kira touched his face, continuing the ritual. "All right, proxy of Bajor, I must ready your body for this task."

"Proceed."

Without preamble, Kira threw open her simple robe and stood before them both, gloriously, radiantly nude. She and Odo had spent the night gently carressing, touching each other under the cover of darkness in his bedroom, not to mention under the covers period where they had experimented with various ways of achieving penetration. The only real obstacle was Odo's wish to be face-to-face with her, which rather negated some of the more effective techniques. He had already conceded this for the sake of a successful proxying, though, and in any case...he hadn't really seen Nerys in flighlight until now. His organ sprang to immediate and pulsing life at the sight.

The lush curves of her body were rounder and more lovely thanks to her pregnancy. Full, heavy breasts rested on the beautiful rounded bulk of her belly. Odo forgot all about their audience as his hungry eyes feasted.

"Prophets...you are so beautiful, Nerys."

"Actually, constable, you're not supposed to say anything," she chided him with a smile. He nodded and she stepped up to him. "First, I must cleanse you of the influence of your world so that you might meet Salk'Haia free of bias."

"I...understand and agree, proxy of Salk'Haia."

The major stepped up then and slowly, efficiently, stripped him of everything except the circlet and earring. He stood nude before them both now...already achingly hard, his throbbing member flat against the left side of his belly. Kira led him to the large spa where folded towels and a small pot waited, and gestured.

"Step into the cleansing waters."

He did and stood, eyes closed as she gently tipped a few scoops of the warm water down his body standing at the side of the spa. It was a token gesture, no more, enough to satisfy the ritual. Odo was grateful. He didn't know how much more ritual his hammering heart-- or throbbing penis-- could take. He opened his eyes as she finished dousing him from the neck down; the Salk'Haian's had a coda against wetting their heads, which was fortunate for them in this case.

Nerys spread one of the thick, folded towels down by the spa, urged Odo to step out onto it. He stood before her as she gently toweled him dry, fussing a bit over the damp, springy, surprisingly auburn thatch of hair that lay between his legs. It complemented his pale, satiny skin and the rosy color of his genitals. It was his fully erect shaft which contributed to her difficulty, getting in the way of her drying his curly reddish gold hair. Kira took care of the situation in a matter-of-fact manner which made Dax hide a smile.

Then she stood straight before him once more. "Are you ready to open yourself to Salk'Haia with joy and candor?"

"I am."

Kira took the small pot now and dabbed some of the material inside onto her fingertips. It was a thick, green ointment and smelled pleasantly like sweet mint, a Salk'Haian import. It cooled on the skin. She carefully drew the symbol from her robe-- an inverted triangle with curving lines issuing from the bottom point to meet below-- beginning on his chest and finishing just below his navel, near his throbbing, aching penis. Clear slippery fluid was gently dripping from him now. Kira hurried her design and led him to the bed, followed unobtrusively by Dax, who managed to keep her hands laced behind her back and her lips perfectly even with more than a little inner-directed scolding.

The two barely noticed her though, as Kira carefully urged Odo to lie back and then settled herself carefully beside him. Her bulk made even such a simple movement difficult, but she managed, and soon, she was curled against him, head against his chest, her belly resting partly on him, one leg curled over his. She gently traced the symbol on his torso, not a scripted action, then gently spread the flat of her hand over his swollen erection. Odo closed his eyes at this.

Much like her first effort at bringing him pleasure the night before, she merely stroked him now, assessed the heaviness of his warm, bulky scrotum and delighted in the feel of his silky skin, and the soft springy hair in which his prominent maleness nestled. The slight residue of the ointment caused cool tingles to radiate where she touched him, making him gasp. Kira gently adjusted herself a little closer, nuzzled his chest and shoulder where her head rested silently, a comforting gesture.

Her hand gently circled him now, closed about him decisively. As he fought the urge to thrust into her hand, she began to compel his response. A soft sound, almost a sob escaped him and she held him more firmly, moved her hand a bit faster. The intensity of what they were doing, their surroundings, their silent audience all compelled to make Odo cry out helplessly...shuddering uncontrollably. He contracted in her fist...then gushed forth, a copious amount of heavy white semen making its own design amidst the green tinton hon his chest and belly as it spurted from him.

Kira gentled him now, crooned wordlessly at Odo as he trembled and caught his breath. After a moment, they both considered the results. Dax studiously said nothing at all. Kira nodded. Odo sighed.

They both spoke as one.

"It satisfies their rules I think."

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2B cont'd