The Good With The Bad

Title: The Good With the Bad
Authors: OdoGoddess (odogoddess@odospadd.com) & Cam Burnell (camster@earthling.net)
Series: DS9/TNG crossover
Pairing/Rating: Odo/Riker, Riker/Soren [NC-17]
Warnings: humil, coerced, herm, h/c, very AU
Setting: after "Broken Link"
Summary: After the Founders make him human, Odo is subjected to a humiliating Starfleet medical examination. Riker helps him overcome the ordeal.

This story was originally printed in Infinite Diversities, Spring 1999. Posted w/permission of both authors.

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DISCLAIMER: Not intended to infringe on Viacom, Paramount, nor any other legal holders of Star Trek copyright in this or any other universe...

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"So he's human then?"

"Absolutely."

Admiral Necheyev leaned over to study the naked, drugged and silent ex-changeling on the biobed. He was strapped down on his back, legs in stirrups and opened wide to give the doctor access to the parts she was currently studying, standing in between his spread thighs. "It's really quite fascinating, Admiral."

Odo listened to this in a haze. The first thing on his arrival on the starbase, a security team had phazer swept him, leaving him stunned, but still awake. Then Necheyev stepped in while he was still aching from the numbing effect of the phazer sweep and ordered him stripped. He had no choice, with one security man keeping his phazer on him, while the other ripped his clothing off, even while she stood impatiently, showing no indication of stepping out for decency's sake. Would they have him walk naked to their medical lab?

Once he was naked, though, she ordered him phazer swept again, then they were both transported to the lab. Another pair of guards waited there, phazers drawn. A doctor who he later found out was called Pulaski stepped up, scanned him, took some blood and studied it, then gave him a hypo that made his head start swimming.

She ordered him placed onto the biobed where she strapped him down at the forehead, chest, arms, hands, and waist. She bent his knees up to put his feet into stirrups, and then pushed the stirrups aside to leave him spread open, his buttocks hanging slightly over the edge of the biobed. Once he was under restraint, the Admiral nodded toward the doorway and another man stepped in, a solemn, bearded commander with blue eyes. He ordered the guards out and ignored the Admiral's glare. Then Pulaski distracted them by ordering the computer to start recording, starting to exam her restrained patient thoroughly, head first. She looked into his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, getting hair, and samples along the way.

By the time she was picking at his teeth with a probe, Odo felt hazy, the drug she'd given him at full strength now, probably something to keep him docile. He didn't care, he was glad she had given him something. The entire exam was too much like some of Doctor Mora's sessions...and the Cardassians. They didn't care how he felt about being studied either.

"I'm more fascinated at how they were able to duplicate even the most minute of detail in the sexual organs." Pulaski suddenly spoke up toward the ceiling. "Computer, record. Subject O has an uncircumcised penis normal in appearance, approximately 14 centimetres in length, 8 centimetres in circumference in it's flaccid state. Pause recording."

Doctor Pulaski was all caught up in her study and ignoring her patient and even her audience of Nechayev and the grim-faced Riker. She reached Odo's genitals now, unceremoniously pulling back the foreskin of his penis, making it jump in her hand and making him wince and close his eyes. "Did you see that, Admiral? That's a reflex only human males have. I'm sure Will can vouch for that, can't you? And manual stimulation--" she gently covered and retracted his foreskin with thumb and index finger over and over until Odo started trying to thrust his hips. "Causes that exact reaction, as well as partial erection. See?"

"Interesting."

Necheyev only watched as Pulaski continued to stimulate Odo's penis until it was fully swollen. Then she let it go, leaving him gasping and wiggling his hips.

"Computer, record," Pulaski held up her scanner and read the results. "Subject demonstrates full erectile capacity, with erect penis measuring 19.5 centimetres in length and 12 centimetres in circumference. On the large end of the scale for a human male, but perfectly normal. Presence of clear, stringy secretions indicate functioning Cowper's glands. Proceeding with exam of the subject's prostate. Pause recording."

The Admiral watched as Pulaski put on a pair of gloves and dug out a small tube of ointment. "What are you going to do?"

"It's one of the most old-fashioned exams but still necessary. Scanners can tell us a lot, but they can't analyze urine, stool, or any other bodily fluid. The patient still has to submit them in an exam for testing. The actual fluid from the prostate can be analyzed for all sorts of things. More importantly, you did specify you wanted a complete exam. This is part of a male physical exam. It has been for five hundred years."

"You said on the large end of the scale."

"For a human. Not for a Cardassian or a Ferengi, but we'll stick with what we think we're dealing with here, Admiral."

Now, Odo felt something slippery and cool being rubbed into his rectum. It actually felt rather soothing, but seemed a bit personal. His mind was too fuzzy to figure out how to protest, though. It was still working on how to tell her he didn't much appreciate being stimulated in front of the silent and drawn-faced Starfleet officer, not to mention the Admiral. The annoying doctor kept talking, still rubbing lubricant along his anal opening.

"The clue is to lubricate. Many doctors perform this exam too hastily, but in my opinion, it's like any other part of the body and should be examined thoroughly."

"The very reason I chose you to do this, Katherine." Necheyev said now with a grin. "You're thorough and you don't flinch."

"I do my best, that's all. Now we're ready to conduct the exam. I'll need some help."

"What can I do?"

"Put some gloves on. My hands were sterilized and the subject's entire body was also when he was subject to phazer scan. This sample needs to be uncontaminated."

"Okay, I've got the gloves."

"Just take that sample container. Okay, now while I conduct the exam, you just hold his penis. Make sure anything that comes out gets into the container to grab the sample."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Just be sure to keep the foreskin peeled back, secretions or smegma can hamper the results. I've done this a thousand times. Except I usually have a nurse." Pulaski called over to Odo. "Be grateful the Admiral was kind enough to allow just me and the Commander. I wanted my class of interns in here to see a good old-fashioned level twelve physical exam."

Odo grit his teeth and scowled. His thoughts were foggy, but he managed to growl, "I'm *touched*." His voice was slurred.

Pulaski frowned. "That's gratitude for you. Everyone's a wise ass."

"Forget him, just finish this up. I don't want to stand with a man's dick in my hand all afternoon," the Admiral ordered.

Pulaski smothered an obviously irreverent impulse and managed to nod. "Aye, sir! All right, then -- first, I'm going to insert one finger into the rectum. There."

Odo felt a strange fullness, not unpleasant. It began to wiggle around inside him, which was unpleasant.

"Computer, record. Anal muscle tone is excellent, locating the prostrate now. Pause recording. Well, Odo, you have a very young and healthy body." she called, then slid another finger in. "Now I have to locate and isolate the prostate. His penis might jerk or contract."

"It did."

"Hit the mark. Okay, Computer, record. Prostate located and feels boggy to the touch, but otherwise normal. I am now going to start expressing prostatic fluid. Pause recording. Admiral, be ready."

Odo tried to move away from those invading fingers, not that he could move much at all. Then, as he felt those fingers press down, he felt a powerful urge, almost like needing to urinate badly, but before he could say anything, he could feel his swollen penis begin spurting over and over with each push of those fingers. He couldn't catch his breath and his whole body tensed up. He couldn't seem to stop though, more and more fluid came out, each time making him tense and gasp.

"Stop wiggling, young man!" Pulaski chastised.

"There's quite a bit here, are you sure you need more?"

"His prostate is a little boggy. It's better to drain it."

"What does it being boggy mean?"

"Means he's not exercising it. It's like any other muscle in the body. If you let it go, it gets soft, doesn't work at peak efficiency. In this case, I'd wager he's not engaging in sexual activity or masturbation on a regular basis. Are you?"

Odo struggled to look at her, confused, feeling drops of sweat drip down. She noted his confusion and paused in her actions to clarify.

"How many times have you woken up since your conversion to find you've ejaculated, Odo?" she asked succinctly.

"...ejac...??" his head swam with the drug and blindingly intense pain-pleasure sensations, but he still tried to answer. It very much reminded him of earlier tests, from long ago. Forcing himself to respond despite pain and agonizing sensations being visited on him from without. He could no longer move himself away though, or retract into himself.

The image of a broken-shelled highland tortoise from Bajor came to mind, a young and healthy one he'd been studying at the science center before a drunken Cardassian smashed it with his rifle butt. It had been unable to retract within or do anything against the excruciating blow it had been dealt... just like him. Odo nearly vomited.

Pulaski toggled the biobed with an elbow, tightening the straps around his chest. He retched briefly and then lay gasping, insensate. She waited briefly, then tapped his inner thigh with the back of her hand to get him to focus. "Do you wake up covered in semen, Odo?" He shuddered as his overstimulated organ kept spilling forth under her ministrations. Pulaski frowned and finally removed her invasive fingers. "Well? Do you?"

He struggled for breath, to think, to find his way back from the fog his mind drifted in. "All...all time..." Tears began to slip free, beyond his control, much as everything had been so far.

"All right that's enough." The bearded commander, apparently named Riker was scowling intensely. "I've seen more than enough, Admiral. He is obviously human."

"As human as you or I, Will?" Pulaski smiled.

Riker's scowl grew. "As me-- maybe. As you or the Admiral? I wouldn't lay any bets, doctor." He nodded in the dumbfounded Admiral's direction. "Sir."

"That's quite enough, Commander."

"My sentiments exactly. Haven't you done enough? Haven't you seen enough? This poor man has lost everything he had, including what scrap of dignity you managed to take in this disgusting procedure. Now... you wanted me here as a security measure and I'm here, but I don't have to like it ... and I don't have to condone it. Sir."

"Fine. You've made your feelings quite clear. You can leave if you like, Commander."

Riker hesitated, looking at the pale, trembling form on the biobed and a deep look of sympathy came over his face. He kept looking until the naked sweating form looked back. To his surprise, a pair of eyes as blue as his own looked back at him, foggy from drugs, but still quintessentially human. They seemed to plead with him. He swallowed.

"I'm sorry."

It was entirely inadequate, but to his surprise that clear blue gaze grew hopeful. Those eyes locked on him trusting, pleading. Riker felt a burning sensation at the back of his throat and a feeling of searing shame swept over him as he stood dumbly, unable to do anything. Finally the 'experimental subject' looked away, eyes downcast, expression bleak. Hopeless. Riker felt like a turd.

"That's gratitude for you," Pulaski muttered.

Will glared at her, then before he gave in to his urge to throttle both her and the Admiral, he stalked out. The doctor simply shrugged and continued her lecture, after tapping her subject on the chest.

"All right, listen up -- it's important. Are you listening? Odo, wasn't it? You need to keep that part of your body functioning now that you're human. Especially since the bioanalysis of your skin tone and muscle tone and skeletal and organ biopsies shows your body is barely out of puberty."

Necheyev had stripped off her gloves and was now studying the container full of sperm. She looked again at his body. "It does look very young."

"I think with this sample, Admiral, that we can now safely use the term 'he' and not it." She pulled her fingers out and pulled off her gloves. "The subject is a completely normal human male. In good physical shape, with the facial appearance of a man in middle age, but the physical body of a young human male, I'd say around 16 to 18 years of age, based on his general muscle tone and his teeth."

"...aaahhh..." he couldn't stop shuddering now, despite the fact he was no longer being touched. The room refused to stop spinning. Was it the drugs?

Both women in his view seemed to spin into a single amorphous creature and then his eyes rolled back and he slumped bonelessly on the biobed. Both women studied their now-unconscious subject, two heads shaking with disdain.


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