The BLTS Archive - Wishes and Horses
by RSchultz (cousindream@aol.com )

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Disclaimer: All the Star Treks and its universes belong to
Paramount and whoever owns them.  I'm just loosening their characters
up a wee bit.  I'm not making any money here.  After I've thoroughly
exposed their fictional people to a li'l harmless mind-blowing sex
I'll put 'em back good as new.  This STORY, however, belongs to me
under common-law copyright.  Set hours only after "If Wishes Were
Horses", first season.

Written Nov., 2000.  Apx. 3900 words.  This story involves consensual
and graphic sex between two (fictional) adult women.  If not your cup
of tea, go.  If you are underage to read this, or if this is illegal
in your country or locale, leave.

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There were no ships arriving or leaving for me to see outside my cabin
viewpoint.  Bajor could be seen from where Commander Sisko had his
cabin.  Odo had his ports largely covered.  The wormhole opening and
closing apparently bothered his personal rhythms.  I had the eternal
wheel of the stars.  Not the view downcenter, the one towards the
center of the galaxy.  The Milky Way.

For me there was just the spread of stars.  Outside, the stars
continued to sit in their apparently eternal ways.  Inside I had to
stare at them for long moments.  Realizing again how much of an
illusion stability was, here.  Tomorrow, next century, the stars would
seem in their own place as always.  Yet change...

I broke off, lack of clear goals prompting me to seek refuge in
routine.  It had been a bad day.  Emergencies and crises.  Resolution,
yes, but the strain told on me.  I was glad to be home.

It had not been enchanting dealing with powerful alien entities that
could threaten an entire star system.  Or allow our feverish
imaginations to do so.  Being a test subject for aliens does not
please me.

Yet, some of their...games had been interesting.  Me fawning all over
Doctor Bashir had been something to behold.  My twin, my doppleganger.
Altered enough to allow for my counterpart to want to slide all over
an embarrassed Julian.  I'd felt like scratching her eyes out.

Julian was not prominent in my own fantasies, but I'd immediately felt
so POSSESSIVE when I saw her/myself oozing over the aroused Doctor.
I'd felt like yelling that I had him first.  MY Julian, not yours!

My second thought was admiration for the lovely and shapely body I had
drawn in this host.  It was still that new to me, after these few
years.  I wanted to run my hands all over the soft smooth skin I knew
hid under that uniform.  Find every sensitive Trill spot on her.  Most
known humanoids couldn't enjoy themselves quite so well or fully by
being caressed on their backs and butt.

Now THAT would have been interesting.  Loving myself....that way.

Maybe I should take a cold shower.  Lose some of these thoughts.
Maybe just postpone them until I got to bed.

Boots there, hair still pinned.  Once in my ensuite wing, my eyes
stared into my little luxury of a mirrored corner.  Three mirrors, so
many ways I could see myself.

It was narcissism, I knew it.  I might talk lightly to Benjamin, or
Nerys, or the Doctor, about how unconcerned I was about my appearance.
Nerys knew damned well I was lying.  She worked so hard, I knew,
trying to defeat her body's hips and shorter legs and tummy.  Genetic.

It was nice, I told them, it pleased me, but was hardly a major part
of me.  My beauty.  Shame on me for my fibs.  Yes, the sight of myself
in the mirror was...gratifying.  It was not a free gift, though.  Even
already, today, in my youth, I had to watch my food and activities.
In years to come....the years would come.  For the moment I...once
more...had youth and beauty.

The issue jacket came off first, on its little hang.  Replicate a new
one tomorrow night.  Then the issue shirtblouse, pulled over my head.
The hairhold next.  I tapped the binds of my bra and it began its
process of coagulation and withdrawal.

Now.  This was the part I'd missed as a male.

Each day I was able to feel my movements through the hours.  In
motion, restrained.  Now my hands cupped my breasts, admiring their
feel, weight, the way they moved or gave way to a touch.  I loved the
automatic way my breath quickened, my chest tightened when my hands
found my nipples.  Only the nipples, but so eager they were to be
touched.  I enjoyed being a female.  I enjoyed my....my own beauty.

I knew the Commander looked, he might touch me some day, and I might
not resist.  I'd stop being 'Old Man' when that happened.  Even Chief
O'Brien looked as well, for all his family.  They all looked, all the
males and some of the females.  Imagining me naked.  For them.  I
liked that.

Maybe even Major Kira, I wondered about her....  That girl at Quark's,
Leeta, there was little doubt whether she looked as well.  I had been
an important man once, one who cut a wide road through humanoid
females.  Busy, lustful, proud of myself.  I had known of women of
many races.

Now....it felt good to be a woman again.  I might say one thing to
those who asked....but I had missed being able to enjoy my breasts
like this.  Mine.  It made so many disagreeable things about being
female easier to bear.  Each month's biter complaints and bloats.
Better the complaints than chemicals.

Forefinger and thumb working on each side.  Softly, insistent,
enjoying every instant of touching.

Part of me, while being almost something else.  Feeling every touch,
every caress, the weight of them on my chest.  I'd never had large
breasts before, and these delighted me.  Narcissism.  Enjoying myself
in front of a mirror.

The faint motion of air, the almost sound of a body shifting stance in
close quarters.  That alerted me first.  An intruder.  Not an intruder
after all.

"I've been expecting you," I began.  "As you...your kind...could read
thoughts, you must have read mine."

A voice, my voice, came out of the shadows in that curve to my
bathroom.  Myself, out of my hopes and fantasies.

"Oh, but I did, JadZia Dax.  We all did.  They all know I'm here.
Does that bother you?"

"Yes," I admitted.  "Not enough to matter.  Are you really me?"

I stepped out of that shadow, to where I could clearly see me.  Tall,
a lovely woman by any contemporary standards, Trill or human.
Considering the way Quark chased after me, Ferengi as well.

My hair tied behind me/her, the lines of trill spots barely visible
head on.  I crossed my arms and smiled at me, smirking, enjoying the
sight of me enjoying the long lines of me in her.  She turned, avanti,
allowing me the sight of my own grace and economy of movement.  Not
the male strides I wore in Command, but the softer flow of me I'd
learned through previous female lives.  She was me without trace of
male forcefulness or male stiffness.

I lifted one arm and brought one to me, turned on one dancer's foot.
I did it three times for myselves, and my other me slowly ran her eyes
up and down my body, fascinated by the sway of my gorgeous breasts.
There was no pretense possible between us, we, me.  This body excited
many sentients, me, and I gloried in that.

She came to me, taller in the boots I had already removed.  An arm
outstretched, in obvious invitation.  She wished to dance with me, to
hold me and carry me into a grace and a playing.  We both said for the
other to lead at the same time, giggled, she allowed me to point out
that one of us still had her/our boots on, and that one should lead.

I stood there, my hand on myself, and I called for soft dance music,
then I/she added 'Vulcan", and I/me finished with 'T'nad, early
period.'  The inevitable rhythms of the Vulcan quartet came through
our movements in the crowded space of my ensuite.  Some called such
music boring, I/we found it strong and giving at the same time.  It's
predictability's pleased my ears long accustomed to Trill chantings.

My breasts felt alive to a factor of three as they moved against the
uniformed breasts of my doppleganger.  The rougher cloth excited me,
the feel of my/her breasts there, that made me tingle as well.

I knew exactly when we would kiss for the first time, and she was
there to meet my lips with her own.  My own.  Gentle, then again, then
finally a slip of tongue meeting tongue tip, moving together without
hurry or fire.  Enjoying without rush or frenzy.  All the time in the
universe.

She raised her arms, as I broke to find the binds to her jacket.  She
slid it off onto the floor, then let me slip her underblouse up over
her head and arms.  She found the binds of my trousers in the same
moment I found hers.  We kissed again, then I steadied her/myself as
she backed her feet out of her boots.

A moment of comedy as I made to kneel, to remove her/my last garment,
our bit of gauzy dark cream Trillian silk.  She went to her knees at
the same instant.  Then I rose to let her remove my unders first,
finding us still facing the other.  We chuckled, and I won the honor
to bring her unders to her ankles, to help her step out of them.

On my knees I ran my tongue in my/her belly button.  Then ran my
tongue down her/my smooth flat belly, letting my lips graze her soft
skin until I came to her dark tangled body curls of hair.  I inhaled
her/myself, my breath tightening as I breathed in my own arouse-ment,
my damp scent of musk.  I found my clit with my tongue, its small
hard jewel in a folding of petals, a wave of scents rushing into my
lungs.  A heat, a fire building out from my sex.

I/she pulled me to my feet, kissing my neck and arms and hands.  She/I
knelt, her hands caressing my hips, the giving swells of my ass.  My
panties flowed to the floor, I stepped out of them and almost fell as
I felt my clit discovered by her/my tongue.  I gasped, wondering if I
could come standing, like this.  Each time she tasted me, she felt my
bud with that marvelous tongue, a buzzing fire reddened my skin.  It
hurt and dizzied me to face her once more, to ache for her/my tongue
on my pearl.  I held frozen in my mind that moment when she/I had
sucked my clit between my/her teeth.

She rose again.  For moments we stood there, naked breasts to naked
breasts and we moved easily, hand in hand, to my bed.  We sit on the
edge side by side, removing foot tubes as if still in a choreographed
dance.

Before we fall backward onto our waiting bed, I question her.

"Can you read my mind, now?"

"I took your imprint, and I am you in every way possible.  I can see
what you've seen, know what you know.  But actual mind reading?  No.
I am you...but I am what you were minutes ago.  If we were to live
together for a day, a week, a year, you could begin to see our
differences as we grew slightly apart.  We would see different things
and we would react...over time....in differing ways."

She smiled at me, adjusting me on the bed.  "For tonight we are still
one mind in two bodies.  Is that not what you want?"

Indeed, it was what I hoped for.  We both reached at the same instant
to bend the other back to the bed, giggling as it turned our meeting
of hands into a rhythm of arms circling, hands meshed, heads forward
to another kiss.  She surprised me with a sudden phrase; "I am not
submissive....do you see yourself submissive if you go to a male?  Is
that what you think, JadZia Dax, in your new woman's body?  Is that
what women were to you as Curzon Dax?  Pliable things to bend to your
will?"

"I loved my women, I respected them all..."  I smirked at my naked
self and I finally gave in.

"And yes, I enjoyed dominating them.  Most of them.  It was one of the
things that allowed me to be sane, when having to deal with morons and
arrogant fools and the clumsy blind in positions of power.  An
Ambassador needs his own little escapes and fantasies."

"I know."  This time I did not resist when I pushed myself back.  She
barely needed to guide me, I knew what I wished done to me, as did
she.  I was going to be passive, for now.  Accept my loving from my
skilled and loving self.

I leaned my head against the wall behind my bed, arms akimbo as she
stood over me on our bed.  Again we kissed, not quite bruising our
lips.  She spent long minutes licking my chin and neck before
beginning to follow the trail of my now-electric Trill spots.  Each
kiss or licking made me sorry she had left one spot, and fired me,
wanting her to already move down to my next one, next bunch.

She/I worked the hollow of my throat, tracing sensitive skin to the
sides of my breasts.  Licking the sides, nudging the bottom of each in
turn with mouth and tongue.  It was almost anticlimactic when her
mouth and teeth found the pebbly center of my breasts.  Each nipple
was sucked and nibbled and fondled in turn.  My pleasure never ended.

When she traced her tongue tip to my belly button I arched to meet her
trail.  She worked me there, my mind wondering why it was so sexy to
be nuzzled there as a woman, and so incidental as a man.

It surprised me when she told me to roll over, yet it was almost
expected.  We had the night, and I knew the best was yet to come.

She touched my bands of Trill spots again, her cold hands dancing on
my skin, scratching, rubbing, bunching with busy hands.  Her tongue
lever left me and my spots.  Each kiss lit a fire, each biting
sparked, each lick laid warm trails of sweetness down to my groin.

When she reached my buttcheeks I knew I was close.  It was if an
electric clock was slowly, ever slowly, preparing to ring its alarm in
my twitching core.  Even I could smell me.

Her merest touch was enough to tell me to rise to my hands and knees,
spreading my legs for her, as she stood leaning behind me.  She
continued to rub and bite and nudge and kiss my spots on each of my
buttcheeks, and my every thought concentrated on the trail of touch
her fingers laid from the rounds of my ass to the seat of me, of my
sex.

A finger....went in.  Then it left me, aching, to rub wetness on my
painful clit.  Back to me, my ....  Two fingers, then three.  Working
at me, touching the spot inside me I shared with a human female.
Touch, rub, poking, touching, pushing.

By magic I backed up when her fingers left me, and her warm loving so
very soft mouth kissed its way down my divide.  My feet dangled at
the edge, she knelt behind me.  Until.  Her tongue touched the very
entrance of.  Me.

Her thumb.  Flicked my clit.  Again, sliding its edge on my stiffness,
my tight hard little seated rod, nudging even the root I could feel it
seated in.  Her tongue delved, found me, my entrance, the entrance,
her mouth's wetness on the wetness of me.

Again the thumb edge on my clit.  My skin could get no more fiery than
it was.  Electricity could spiral out of me at a higher amperage.  My
lips fluttered, I felt them there.  Trying to milk her tongue.  I was
groaning so much I could not tell if there was any noise when she
backed off and re-inserted three fingers.

I convulsed, in my first seizure, clasping her hand and holding it to
myself there.  Four fingers.  I wound tighter yet, tighter.  I knew
there would be more...

Her kisses and tongue returned, for just a minute.  Her thumb
rediscovered my clit, I kept spasming, silent now, choking on
sensation.

Her hand returned.  Four fingers....and thumb.  She worked at the
rings of muscles there, I felt them giving even as they tightened in
spasms again and again.  Then she bent her fingers, deliberately
rubbing at my inside spot.  I heard a voice screaming and screaming
and screaming again.  I collapsed forward, heaving on my belly and
hips, one hand welded to my aching breast.  The fingers....stayed with
me as I slid forward.  Her other hand twisted under me, massaging my
body fur and then my clit.  My muscles gave, then tightened down on
her fingers, milking her intruding wonderfulnesses, knowing I must die
if my cum went any further.  I drooled.  I shook.  I burned.

I died.

It was only for seconds.  My Petite Mort retreated into circles of
light in my eyes, jerkings of my body, sweat running down my cheek and
my sides from my back.   For long minutes all I could do was shake and
spasm.  Quick fleeting after-shocks.  When she twisted her hand, I
came again, then for the slow luxurious feeling her caresses left for
me there when her wet hand touched and soothed my sex, withdrawing
with a few more pulling twists.

She rose, as I knew she would, kissing her way up my body, caressing
with that magic tongue, finding now-soft Trill spots.  As I twisted
over to my back, she laid her soft breasts and silken skin on mine as
we kissed again.  Then we lay side by side as I grew calm, refreshed,
able to breathe easily.  I began to caress in earnest.

She centered herself on the bed. letting me rise to stand alongside
her.  I idly bent and massaged her responsive breasts.  She looked up
into my eyes, giggling when I told computer to reduce the ignored
music to a lower level.  I'd completely forgotten it.

I smiled, knowing we were diverging now, feeling not so much as if we
were one person in two bodies.  I'd already come, and she sweatingly
waited for whatever I might bring her.

I kissed her breast's hardening nipples, caressing them and lifting
them.  Running the back of my hand on her soft firm belly, barely
touching the thick haze of curly hairs at her groin.

"I want to taste you, really taste you," I whispered.  "I want to
taste myself, to feel myself come in my own mouth.  I'm going to enjoy
washing my face in own comings.  Can you stand that?" I teased at her.

She moaned and one leg cocked and opened.  We had all the night and
there were many things I wanted to do to myself.

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Another Wish
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My fingers scratched down Julian's sides until I could knead and
massage his lean tight buttocks.  I hummed into the side of his neck,
letting my legs fall away from the death-hold they had used to pin the
good Doctor to and in me.

"Am I submissive now, Julian?" I purred.  I licked the side of his
face, the points of his nose and chin.

"Right now..." he began, then could not go on.

"Julian," I whispered into his eyes.  "From the feel of you in me, I
don't think it'd take me much work on my part to get you hard
again...."  I tickled him gently.

"Oh, JadZia," he breathed.  "I never...  Not in all my wildest
dreams....  Yes, yes, yes indeed, let's see if you can make the Doctor
pay proper homage to your delightful Trill charms....  Has anyone ever
told you what a soft mouth you have?"

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Another Wish
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She squirmed in the now rumpled bed, and worked her short-haired head
under my arm to my back.  More of her body followed, her breasts
enjoying the motions of Trill under her.

"Damn, those Trill spots run right down the bottom of your butt.  I'd
never have imagined you'd have those little double-curves right in
the...  What do they call it there?  The Doctor would know.  Overhang,
I guess.  God, you're such a delight, JadZia!"

"If it matters, I think you're the one with a great ass, Nerys.  Mine
is too lean, and flat, almost like a man's.  Yours is what a woman
should have."

"Please, JadZia. I have two lovely asses there, or the fat for them at
any rate.  Even my stubbornness might surrender some day and I might
get rejuv on it.  Trim a bit of that gelatin off."  So saying she
whacked her backside with one hand, watching the ripples.

Smiling, she turned to me again.

"Speaking of asses, JadZia, there was a girl in the resistance, she
had such an obsession about backsides, she did.  Couldn't keep her
hands off mine or her mouth..

"JadZia...?" Major Kira began.  "Have you ever been, you know,
someone's mouth, I mean back there...have you?"

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Another Wish
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Squirming, Major Commander Sisko pulled a pillowcovering off one of
his nighthrows.  He handed it to the sweaty and still panting naked
woman sitting on top of him.  He smiled at me, hands behind his head,
as I did my own squirming.  The cloth seemed to be an acceptable
emergency towel, and I felt as if most of the seepage was contained.

He caressed my thighs, smiling into my eyes by Bajor-light.  "Years
ago I never would have thought to be so pleased by my good friend Dax
sitting on top of me and basking in the afterglow of a genuinely
memorable bout of sex."

"Mutually enjoyable, believe me," I finished for him.  Still working
on the seepage, I asked him; "You're sure it doesn't bother you that I
like the superior position?  We can make the next one more.....
Typical.  And yes, I'm sure we'll have another round before too long.
I mean, you've...."  I hesitated, then changed direction.

"Benjamin..."  I smiled.  "Do you mind if we actually and truly slept
together?  I mean, pull up the covers, and just relax together?  You
want some of that, don't you?  When I grew old, as Curzon, it grew
more and more important to just hold, and not simply be...  All the
time so..."

"Come here, old man....  I'm going to have to change that, aren't I?
Wiggle over here, I know damned well you can wiggle, and we'll just
lie together.  You don't steal bed coverings during the night do you?"

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Another Wish
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The room smelled of sex, and Leeta exuded it like a smoke candle.

"Oh, Great Kai, my Mother never told me I'd meet a woman like you,
JadZia.  Will you marry me?"

"I already told you, in the morning I'll be gone, winging my way
throughout the Galaxy.  I'm only a wish, and only for the night.
Enjoy me while you can."

"In that case, can we do each other again, like that, where..."

"You mean this?" I asked.  I twisted, one leg going over to Leeta's
soft pink butt.  In a minute our groin's were almost touching.  She
had the most obscene grin I'd ever seen on a female as she inched
forward until she had one of my legs in a tight grasp, and we touched
at our sex.  I could feel the heat first, then the furred moistness of
our contact.  I knew my groin must be wet, for I heard the snick when
we began our first rubbings together.

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Another Wish
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"Oh, JadZia," Quark moaned.  "You are SSOOOOO tight!"

Considering where he was, inside me, I wasn't surprised.  I smiled
over my shoulder at him, tightening again and again on his maleness in
my backside.  Now it would be my turn again.

"Nis," I began, now that we were on a first-name basis, "I hope that
was good for you".

I didn't try telling him that it was good for me too.  But that was
part and parcel of being female.  Let the male have his little
adventures, and maybe he'll stay happy and appreciative...and
faithful.  Not Quark, but it was no trouble for me to give him his
little thrill.  "Don't forget to strip off that safe-spray when you're
done.  We aren't through with this night yet."

I rubbed the heated fur of my groin.  "And there's something I want
YOU to do for ME.  You'll enjoy it."

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Another Wish
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Keiko mumbled something when her husband, Chief O'Brien worried into
her warm body.  Neither one waking, each comfortable in each other.
Miles faintly comforted by the sweet trace of Keiko's hair shampoo.

Neither dreamed of anything beyond themselves, their own tight
universe, their own essential centers of gravity.

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The End