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"...then, after shooting the last twenty goons, I was able to escape by diving into a massive cup of hot chocolate-"
"Excuse me?!" O'Brien interrupted Bashir's elaborate tale of his dream. Odo turned over to him, just like Dax. "You fit into a cup? "
"As I said, Miles , in my dream the cup was massive , HUGE , so I took a plunge in it and escaped right out of the villain's reach!"
O'Brien kept shaking his head in disbelief. He even stood up.
"Gotta start my shift. Too bad my coffee cup was only non-massive sized!"
"Ha-ha." Bashir replied in exaggeration. "You make it sound like I dreamt it just to spite you."
"You said the villain in your dream looked like me, too."
"Surely a memory from the holosuite program."
"Yeah yeah." O'Brien waved it off and walked away. Dax rose as well, stretching.
"Gotta go. See you around, boys!"
Bashir turned to him.
"That leaves only us two. Odo, tell me you at least enjoyed my dream."
Odo looked down on the table.
"Uhh, that bad ?" Bashir chuckled.
Odo quickly looked up, not having meant to offend.
"It's not that!" He told the doctor. "It's just..well.."
Bashir studied him for a moment, then he looked first proud over solving the puzzle, then apologetic.
"You have never had a dream." A frown appeared. "But wait, you were humanoid for a while-"
Odo shook his head.
"Not one single dream ?"
Odo shook his head once more before continuing:
"It…was just…your whole tale..what you have been able to experience in a single night-"
"It probably wasn't more than ten minutes during my sleep."
"Even worse!" Odo realized his agitated tone and looked sorry himself. "Nevermind what I said. I suppose it's just this last missing puzzle of humanoid experience I didn't collect. It does help to understand the humanoid mind with solving crimes."
"So you had sex after all ?" Bashir blurted out, then quickly went on: "Sorry, curiosity talking. You were in my office so often during that time, I figured you would have complained about soreness or the like and since you didn't, I assumed.."
"Still missing. I didn't experience that or dreaming."
Bashir's grin faded, a thoughtful expression settling on him while he took in Odo. He suddenly reminded Odo a lot of Mora.
"Tell you what, Odo. I'll figure out a way for you to experience dreaming. There are sex dreams, so you might even get two for one!"
"Take these when you want to dream." Bashir handed Odo a bag of crystalline looking drops.
Odo eyed the drops.
"Really ?"
"Yes. Wasn't a walk in the park, but I figured something out. I can't guarantee it will be exactly like a humanoid's dreaming experience, but should be about 98% percent. That good enough for you ?"
"Uh, yes, I hadn't expected to be able to experience dreaming at all."
"When you want to dream, take a few, not all at once. Once the effect starts to kick in successfully, you will feel a tingling sensation."
"I see."
*Also, it's very normal for dreams to also be…boring. They could entirely be of your usual surroundings, sometimes a slightly altered version. Just to give you a heads-up on any possible disappointments if you don't dive into a giant cup of hot chocolate the first time!"
Odo nodded.
"And just to be absolutely sure you are fine during your experience, please contact me when you are about to take those."
Odo nodded once more, thanked him again and made room for Jadzia through his departure.
"Didn't Odo just ask you like a bazillion questions about his last case? Don't tell me he just got another super specific one that needs the intel of a doctor?" Jadzia asked him, with a shoulder glance towards the entrance.
"In a way. Remember when I told you guys about my dream?"
".. yeah?" Jadzia responded like any person who couldn't quite remember. Julian rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her.
" Anyway , so Odo has approached me, saying he wants to dream as well."
Jadzia gaped.
"And you found a way to do that for a changeling?"
"My very first action was to curse him loudly in my thoughts why he couldn't have just gotten it over with while still solid, then I tested a few ideas…and failed."
"..but..Odo didn't look too unhappy just now when he left..and- and you also gave him something!"
"Placebos."
Jadzia's eyes widened and she broke into a grin.
"No!"
Julian shrugged.
"Gave him a bit of capsaicin in crystalized form for intake. The good old chili in the butt thing."
Jadzia let out a laugh-groan hybrid that spoke of her experience in that matter.
"I'll need your help for creating the setting, Jadzia. You can manipulate environmental controls for specific rooms, right ? Saves me the trip to Sisko."
"What did you have in mind ?"
"A little light show, some fog.."
"Easy enough, especially if I don't even need to toy with the gravity. It's almost too bad, I can do it on my own. Would love to tell Benjamin we need some fog because you put some chili in Odo's butt!"
After his shift was over, Odo retired to his quarters. He read a bit in solid form, then contacted Doctor Bashir before he sank into his natural state.
He grabbed the bag he had been given. Only a few, Bashir had told him.
But he had also said something about 98% percent.
How bad could it be for him to use the whole bag? It would surely only increase his experience.
The moment the drops were absorbed into himself, he felt a tingling sensation in him.
Just as the doctor had said.
He moved around.
His quarters still looked much the same. Had he fallen asleep yet?
The tingling sensation didn't stop and even felt like it was increasing.
…or…or was it getting warmer in his room? Not to a threatening degree, at least.
He also could have sworn that the lights had been brighter before and not as dimmed as they were now.
The lights. There were lights .
Looking up at the ceiling to see if maybe something had broken down to explain the decrease in light, he had found colorful, dancing lights. Indeed very beautiful. He couldn't stop looking at them.
The pretty lights started moving around. Appearing here, appearing there. He followed, gliding along. He wanted to be surrounded by them.
It was a nice dream so far, even if he was still in his quarters.
…or was he ?
The lights were getting harder to see over time and he noticed fog building around him, covering the walls.
So this was what a dream looked like.
Now, the fog combined nicely with the dancing lights, one becoming the other, and he couldn't get enough of their sight, following them.
Suddenly he felt himself flowing over a small barrier. A new room, probably?
It made him wonder where he was now.
He was wondering still as he was oozing downwards.
He didn't like his new surroundings. They were dark and cramped, dank and.... boring.
He realized his mind was probably trying to make a transition and given the previous setting were his quarters, it had guided him in his own bathroom and now he was oozing down the shower drain.
Was this between two dreams ? Was his mind still busy making up the next dream ?
A sound. High pitched buzzing.
He had no idea what it was and so he followed it. It might be the next dream. Or a better dream than being in those dark and boring pipes.
The buzzing got louder the closer he came.
Until it stopped.
Odo glided on, in the direction the sound had come from.
He reemerged in a bathroom.
Some of the fog had come with him, partly hiding a lot of items on the shelves. For short moments the fog wasn't covering them, Odo could make out they were products like skin cream or make-up.
What a strange dream.
He moved on. Out of the bathroom.
He was in quarters he didn't recognize.
There, a sound.
Gliding on after the sound brought him into a room with a bed.
A bed with Quark in it.
Odo stopped his entire mass completely.
Quark was in his dream??
…but, yes, it made sense. The doctor had said he would dream of normal, everyday things. And he certainly saw Quark daily.
Served him right as well, for Odo to find him like this. Even if it was just a dream and Quark would never find out.
Not that he knew if humanoids felt the same as he did about being seen regenerating. But it would make sense. He had heard there were good and bad dreams, the latter ones often about being naked and vulnerable.
And wasn't Quark also always so particular about looking proper? He certainly would hate to be caught not being fully styled.
Or was he ?
Odo retook human shape, stepped closer to the bed and pulled the blanket slightly off Quark to see better.
Only one layer of clothes, he got him! If he were awake he would feel very humiliated!
Odo was about to wake him up, then stopped.
Quark pestered him so often when he didn't have time, about things he did not want to hear, like all the things humanoids could do to each other in a holosuite or a bed or something.
Giving him the same treatment would be only fair. Quark certainly didn't have time now, because he was sleeping and…and as he usually couldn't shut up about touching and groping and sex and everything then, now he would bother Quark!
Odo pulled the blanket completely off.
What now?
Where were humanoid genitals again? Ah, right, between the legs.
He turned one arm back into its natural state and let it stretch out until it had reached Quark's crotch. He dapped at it shortly through the pants.
A brief stir from Quark.
He had made him react. So Odo touched it shortly again.
It was difficult to say where to focus on best, because he didn't really know how far the sensitive area stretched. He turned his other arm into its liquid state as well and made two more appendages.
The four tendrils felt around on Quark's crotch, mapping the area, sometimes pressing down to distinguish sensitive skin from less sensitive one.
Quark groaned.
Very good, his plan was working.
Odo positioned his four tendrils on all four corners around the crotch and had them work their way inwards. In the middle, just before they could meet, their path was blocked by standing up, hardened flesh. It was even high enough to be seen through Quark's pants.
Intrigued, Odo had his appendages slightly lift up Quark and pull down the pants.
Quark moved his head from one side to the other, maybe in reaction to his erect penis now out in the open. But he didn't wake up yet.
He was quite shameless then, if he could sleep through being stimulated.
Remembering lines from a recently read novel, Odo wrapped two tendrils around his penis, emulating those techniques and starting to squeeze slightly, while the two other tendrils moved upwards, where they branched out into smaller tendrils, some pushing up Quark's upper clothing, some sneaking below the cloth to tease the flesh there.
A moan from Quark. One hand of his started moving slowly, creasing the bed sheets.
He must get felt up like that all the time.
Quark was now lying bare in front of him on the bed, as vulnerable as he felt in his regenerative state. Finally, justice.
Quark's member was slowly squeezed by tendrils that were coiled along his whole length, pressing and releasing.
A drawn out moan amidst Quark's unsteady breathing and semen spilled over Odo's tendrils, running down them and back onto Quark.
Odo couldn't believe he hadn't woken up yet.
Was the real Quark really this rotten that his mind had this dream version of him be like this ?
Or was this version just as insatiable as the real one actually was ?
Wasn't his ears a place he always liked people touching him in public? If that didn't wake him up, then Odo had no idea and Quark was utterly a lost case.
He had his tendrils move up to ears, on their way smearing Quark's semen over his own skin.
Before he had reached his ears, an idea came to Odo.
He remembered humanoids having an opening at their backside. Wouldn't Quark notice if something went in there ?
His remaining tendrils, along with newly sprouted ones, coiled around Quark's ankles and moved his legs to the sides, spreading his butt cheeks apart. Additional appendages helped with spreading his cheeks further and also lifted his lower body slightly up from the mattress.
One tendril a little smaller than his butt opening he pushed against it. As he felt it having trouble getting in, he softened it until it slipped inside and crawled up further.
While slowly pumping against Quark's butt, he touched both of his ears, flowing over and around them. Quark started moaning more often and his penis began to stiffen again, which parts of Odo took care off immediately by wrapping around it.
Just then Quark's eyes opened.
" Ah…O-do ?!" He gasped in between the tendril's thrusts. "What- ah - are you - uuhh - is this- ah - is this - uhh - really happening?!"
"Shut up, Quark." He shoved one of his tendrils into his mouth. It was fun making him shut up this way. It wasn't like it would him uncomfortable from everything else he had seen him take.
Seeing how much he could push into Quark made him wonder about his ears.
He let the tendrils on Quark's ears sprout smaller branches and stuffed those in the entrances of his ears. They were able to glide on for a moment, Quark moaning heavily against his appendage, until he suddenly winced.
Odo withdrew from those spots. There was no need to hurt him, even in a dream.
The frown on Quark's face and sounds of discomfort vanished. Instead, the room was filled with Quark's panting and slick, wet sounds Odo's tendrils made as they dug in and out of Quark's openings.
But somehow this digression didn't seem enough yet. Quark was always up in his business about trying this and that, it was about time he got the same. Now he would be everywhere of Quark.
He let the rest of his body loose humanoid shape and pooled around Quark, roughly shifted hands with many fingers forming everywhere around Quark, even below him, touching, stroking, groping every part of his skin.
While Odo was wondering how to form tongues additionally, the focus towards himself let him notice something.
The sensation of tingling in his body that Bashir had told him of as proof of successful dreaming; it was gone.
But…but he was still where he had been before, nothing had changed…did this mean..
His realization came too late, however; Quark moaned through it and spilled his seed once again.
Odo watched in horror, how the very real Quark was very really panting in his real bed.
Shaking with disgust over his own actions, he immediately drew back all outreaching parts of himself until his shape was that of a humanoid again. He had never felt such shame and guilt.
"I- I am- sorry!"
Odo stuttered, stumbling backwards and out of the room, hiding his face so Quark wouldn't have to see him any longer after what he had done to him.
Quark didn't see Odo in the bar the next day.
By evening he had become worried enough that Odo was worrying too much about what had been quite a pleasant surprise for him and so he had paid a visit to his office.
Except that Odo wasn't Chief of Security anymore, but one of his deputies.
After some pushing, Quark got the info that apparently Odo had relieved himself of duty.
Around the same time he got a message from the Bajoran government, informing him that Odo had reported himself for assault and when it would be convenient for Quark to give his testimony.
"Why did you tell them to drop the charges?"
Odo asked him over the bar counter.
The first time Quark saw his face again after a week and they were back to immediate accusations. He had missed it. Both their exchanges and Odo's face.
Quark stopped his wiping of the surfaces, leaning forward to keep the discretion Odo certainly preferred.
"I told them that we tried something new for our anniversary - not that our sex life isn't exciting as it is - and that you thought you had gone overboard. Which you totally hadn't. Me and the officer had a laugh and I was told this happens all the time and also happy anniversary to you, too."
"But I- I did something to you, I assaulted you! It's only right I get properly punished for it!"
"Odo, we had sex. We had great sex, in fact. You fucked my brains out like no one did before."
"...you can't mean that."
"I've had a week to think about that, so don't you dare tell me this is just me speaking in the heat of the moment - which we literally had, heat! A lot of it! - or whatever hormonal humanoid excuse you wanna find. You surprised me with sex and I liked it. End of story. Well, not really. I would very much like a sequel. A whole series, actually. One with many, many parts . It could run on indefinitely, I would love that."
"You- you want to do this again..?"
"Didn't I just say that ??"
"That doesn't make any sense."
"How about you don't make any sense."
Odo opened his mouth.
"Go, ahead, Odo, call me immature for that just now. Call me anything at all. Just believe me when I tell you that I enjoyed what we did together. Sure, you had the most say so back then, but that was pretty hot , whole new side of you. Well,...not entirely, you always were a big fan of crowding."
Odo blinked at him and stepped back from the counter and Quark.
"I..have to head to my office."
"Go right ahead. Have fun." Quark told him, seeing it for the flight it was, but glad he wasn't running head over heels anymore.
Odo answered his door. Quark stood in front of him. Wearing only his sleepwear.
"What are you doing here?"
"Sleep..walking…and sleep talking. Hello." Quark mumbled, trying his best to act the part and walked past Odo into his quarters.
"You can't seriously want to be here.." Odo said, walking after him.
Quark walked on undeterred and laid down on the most cushioned place he could find in Odo's quarters. From his spot on the floor he held out his arms towards Odo.
"Can't hear you. Sleepwalking. Now cuddle with me."