The BLTS Archive - Little Red Ezri
by Carolyn Winifred (cwinifred@yahoo.com)

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All belongs to Paramount, archive away wherever. I was describing a PG
encounter when this suddenly went *boink* in my head. It's like the PG
version, except different.

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An exhausted Ezri Dax climbed the spiral steps to Quark's holosuites
and entered the Hoobishian Baths program. She removed her uniform, and
began to let the tensions of the day flow away under the waterfall in
the pool. On cue the program changed her surroundings to a massage
room, to better release the final remnants of tension. She finished
drying herself and lay down on the massage table. She knew Malko, the
young, decidedly handsome, holographic masseuse, who had been her
steady companion the last several visits, would dutifully appear when
requested. He was all right. She didn't know if it was the influence
of Curzon and Jadzia, but Ezri had a craving for sexual variety she'd
never experienced before being joined.

Her heart leapt into her mouth at the sound of a smooth voice, which
said: "What are you doing, cupcake, all alone in the holosuites?" Vic
stood beside the massage table in a fluffy white towel.

"Where's Malko?" Ezri gasped, grabbing for a towel.

"Temporarily removed from program." Vic spread his hands wide and gave
her a big smile. "You don't want that jock again, do you?"

"What?"

"No, you need a lover with class."  Vic deftly removed the towel Ezri
was clutching to her chest and patted her bottom. "Lie down,
sweetheart."

"Um," Ezri began.

"Mmmm?" Leaning down to nuzzle the back of her neck, Vic's warm hands
firmly pushed her shoulders down and began raking touches along Ezri's
back and thighs as he ran a subroutine of the Malko program. "You
don't know how it pains me when you're not satisfied with a holosuite
experience. Omniology's Hoobishian Baths 594 is a very user friendly
program. Your wishes are its desires. You're here for a quickie, love
'em and delete 'em fast."

"Well, that may have been what I was thinking, but you're not my
idea-"

Using a feathering stroke with the lightest touch to send shivers
along Ezri's spine, Vic silenced her. "Ah, but I can be whatever you
have in mind, and Quark has in store."

"And Quark has everything of that type in store," Ezri commented.

"You bet. From mundane to exotic, and things only a programmer can
dream of. Lets get more comfortable, shall we?" With firm smooth
motions Vic rolled Ezri over and laid her back against pillows.

The massage table had changed to a large pillow strewn bed. They were
now in an open balcony room, with a cool breeze coming from the
distant blue ice cliffs.

"The Pinnacle Suite," Vic informed her, kneeling by her hip. "Move
over, baby." He slid into the bed beside her, his own towel never
slipping, and began kissing the spots along her throat. Ezri grasped
his shoulders and pushed him off, still not sure she wanted this
encounter.  She tugged at Vic's towel.

"You're not unduly influencing the dynamics of this towel, are you?"
With a sigh Vic lifted his hips so the towel fell away. Ezri looked at
Vic's less than appealing human manhood, shriveled and shivering.
"What a fine basket you have there."

"Hey, I'm built for realism, and it's chilly in here."

"The Hoobishian baths -"

"I know, I know, 'Wonderful Views of Ice Cliffs,' I read the
brochure," Vic protested. "Get me in the steam room at the Sands and
it's a different story."

Ezri pouted. "It's also a different program. I don't like the Sands
steam room. It's too hot."

"Something else?" Vic's midriff began to waiver. "Vulcan Love Slave?"
Vic purred into her ear and nodded his head for Ezri to direct her
attention downward again. Vic's pallid chest shaded to a light green,
with well defined abdominal muscles. The straight black pubic hair was
neatly trimmed in an even line above the protruding protuberance,
green blood coursing through standing veins. The size made Ezri's
heart begin to thump and she felt herself moist in anticipation. The
Dax symbiont had never experienced Vulcan lovemaking, either as Curzon
or as Jadzia, and especially not as inhibited Tobin, during his time
on Vulcan. "Greater stamina, longer life, and so rarely encountered
outside their own culture."

"Very nice," she said, reaching down to heft the shaft in her small
palm.

"The better to serve you with," said Vic, trying to work a hand in
between her thighs. Ezri firmly stopped Vic's hand. "So what's this
program? Vulcan Love Slave? Is it on the general directory, or do you
have to ask Quark for it?"

"You," Vic emphasized, "would have to ask Quark to run the whole
program." Vic shifted to display his improved manhood. The tip of the
Vulcan penis wiggled along the spots on Ezri's thigh. "This is just
something I happened to download once when someone was running the
program. I can't say much for most of Quark's programs, but I have
made copies of the best parts."

With that, Vic's hips began to shift from one form to another in rapid
succession. Ezri just got a glimpse of one genitalia when it was
replaced by another - longer, thicker, hairier, with more pulsating
veins, in more vivid colors.

"You had my interest, now you're giving me a headache."

"How about a little song and dance number?"

"What's that?" she asked, pulling away a little.

"One of the creatures from Worf's exercise program." Vic looked down
at his current loins.

There was a roiling under the hairy belly that reminded Ezri of the
symbiont inside herself. Two snake-like hemipenes emerged from under a
flap of skin, one a cinnamon brown color, the other with glistening
yellow skin, each ended in a lip surrounded by a fleshy rim. The two
reared up and entwined their sinuous bodies. One darted out a long
silvery tongue to taste the air around where the thick hairy leg of
the beast blended back into Vic's knobby knee. "I don't think those
are genitalia."

"No?"

"Not every species keeps its genitalia in the same place."

Vic tried to get one of the snake things to curl around his finger,
but it nipped him instead. "Ow! Imagine that, getting bit by your own
dick. Let's try something safer."

Ezri looked down at Vic's latest accessory. There was a horny cone
shaped appendage between his legs, in a nest of soft white downy
feathers that she thought were cute. Scaly thighs blended back to pale
Vic. Ezri rapped a fingernail against the cloaca. "Goodness, what a
hard on you have."

"The better to please you with."

At Ezri's rap the lower wall of the cloaca began to turn itself inside
out, until a bright red extension nearly a foot long wavered
unsteadily between them.

"Some ding-a-ling. A Skorr, avian. 'The Soul of Skorr' holoquest, one
of Jake's. Never runs it anymore."

"Those children's programs are anatomically correct?" Ezri asked in
astonishment.

"Oh, yeah."

"Flotter and Trevis?" Ezri queried after her favorite childhood
program.

"They're not. They're not based on real beings."

"Billy the Brontosaurus?" Molly O'Brien's current favorite.

Vic gave her a speculative look, and with a fan stroke up her thigh
finally slid his hand to probe her moist opening. "Let's keep to the
theoretically plausible, shall we?" He leaned away to the side table
and dipped his fingers into a bowl of somata oil.

"Captain Boday. Gallamites are twice human sized."

Vic's hand returned to work oil into the sensitive folds of Ezri's red
labia. "Honey, don't get Ezri confused with the more agile Jadzia.
Even with help, you're a little girl. And I don't know that I could
handle the transparent part."

Ezri started to worry. Even experienced Jadzia had suffered many
injuries during her sexual adventures, and Curzon did die of
jamahharon. As much as she wanted to explore her desires she didn't
want to go too fast. Aware of the subtle shifting of Ezri's emotions
before she was, Vic adapted his programming.

"Let's slow down," he suggested. "Fast and exotic is nice, but so is a
long smooth limousine ride. Vulcan Love Slave is the logical choice,"
said Vic, grasping her head, with his fingers splayed along the line
of her spots, he pushed her back into the pillows as his lower half
made the transition. "My body to your body, we become one."

Ezri giggled, which Vic silenced with his mouth over hers. She closed
her eyes and sighed as Vic drove the hot jade spear in to the hilt.
With muscular green thighs thrusting steadily, soft human hands making
circular movements over her breasts, Vic's tongue teased the sensitive
interior of Ezri's mouth. "Multi-tasking, what a computer program
loves best," he murmured.

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A very relaxed Ezri rolled out of the bed as the Pinnacle Suite reset
to the massage room. She struggled back into her uniform and limped to
the holosuite door.

Vic sat on the edge of the massage table, the towel around his own
restored matrix, setting fire to one end of the small paper cylinder
of cut tobacco he occasionally favored.

"Thanks, Vic."

"Anytime, sweetheart, anytime," he replied with a wolfish grin.

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The End