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Chapter List
- 1-Joinings
- 2-A Picnic in the Holosuite
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: Not for minors, I don't
own these characters, etc, etc. Also if you are looking for a lot of
sex right off the bat, you may want to pass on this one. Or at least
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“Oh yes,” Ezri cried, one
hand rubbing her clit, while her other hand frantically caressed her
nipples, “Yes!”, Ezri cried once more, bucking wildly on
the bed as she entered the throes of orgasm.

Collapsing back into her bed, Ezri
sighed contently. “Wow, that's the second time today and my
shift has not even started yet”. Since being joined with the
Dax symbiont, Ezri had, unsurprisingly, been rather overwhelmed with
other emotions and personalities. Instead of just her own thoughts
and experiences to draw on, she now had experiences from seven other
lifetimes. From the brief lecture the doctor had given her, she knew
that was to be expected.

The doctor had not warned, however, was
that she was also overwhelmed by sexual desires. Before she had been
joined Ezri had not had much in the way of experience, some might
even say she was a bit sexually repressed. She was no virgin by the
few men she had been with had been far from mind-blowing. All of the
sudden, however, she had all these memories of fantastic sex with all
the men and women that the Dax host had been with over the years.

Of all the things that came with the
joining, this was what Ezri was least prepared for. Until the Dax
host was placed inside her, Ezri had rarely masturbated, but now it
seemed like she could not spend 5 minutes alone without her hands
ending up inside her panties.

Her new found love of masturbation was
not the only change either; Ezri constantly found herself checking
out patrons at Quark's, people on the promenade and even, to her
embarrassment, her fellow officers in Ops.

In particular, Ezri found her attention
drifting more and more to Colonel Kira. The colonel was quickly
becoming the dominant character in Ezri's fantasy life.

Ezri was not quite sure why she felt
such a strong attraction to Kira. True, Jadzia had always found Kira
to be rather attractive (and she had fantasized about her from time
to time), but she had always been far more interested in Leeta, and
later, in Worf. She suspected that it was Kira's fiery demeanor that
got her going as much as Kira's body. Ezri had never realized it
before joining but one some level she had always been drawn to
impassioned people, probably because Ezri herself had always been so
reserved.

Kira was involved with Odo however and,
even with her newfound sex drive, Ezri was still pretty shy about
attempting to bring her fantasies into reality. Ezri was not
surprised to realize that her hand was once again playing with her
pussy. “I've really got to do find something other than my
hands to relieve this tension, otherwise I'm going to end up staying
in my quarters 16 hours a day.”

Ezri, after she was done pleasuring
herself again, turned her mind towards getting Kira in to her bed.

Not for the first time Ezri thought
about asking Quark to make a special program for her. She had no
doubt it would be easy for Quark to make such a program and Quark,
even though Ezri suspected he might feel a bit jealous, would make it
for her. She did not think she would have the courage to ask though.
Quark was a Ferengi and no fool and if she asked him for a
holoprogram of Kira he would guess the real reason she wanted the
program, no matter what pretext she might give him.

At times like this Ezri wished she had
Jadzia's openness when it came to sex. She wouldn't have cared what
Quark thought. In fact she probably would have said something highly
suggestive to peak the Ferengi's imagination. Ezri, however, found
she could not bring herself to broach the subject with Quark.

Ezri surmised that only left her with
one option; somehow she had to figure out a way to get the real Kira
to sleep with her. To the best of Ezri's knowledge Kira had never
shown any interest in either herself or Jadzia. Fortunately, Ezri was
aware of a few circumstances that would help her cause. While Kira
was involved with Odo, and obviously cared a great deal for him,
changelings have no natural sex drive. Thinking aloud Ezri mused,
“Whenever Kira and Odo have sex, there mustn't be any passion.
I bet afterwards to Kira it feels more like using a sex toy. I'm sure
Odo's shape shifting abilities make it feel like using the ultimate
sex toy but no matter how talented Odo might be, he cannot experience
passionate sex the way most people do. He may be able to bring her to
orgasm but she would not be able to return the favor. And knowing
Kira is I'm sure that's leaving her very frustrated on some level.”

Ezri realized that given Kira's
aggressive tendencies and her current frustrations, rather than
chasing Kira, the best plan would be to arouse Kira's passions. If
Ezri tried to go after Kira, she would be lucky to just be rejected.
But if Kira started seeing Ezri as vulnerable and perhaps alluring,
than her biological desires would kick in and pretty soon it would be
Kira who was chasing Ezri. Now Ezri just had to figure out a way to
peak Kira's interest.

Later that day it seemed luck was on
Ezri's as Kira unexpectedly invited Ezri to dinner in her quarters.
Thrilled as she was by the opportunity, Ezri had no illusions of a
romantic intent behind the invitation. Ezri was still having a tough
time fitting in as people were still adjusting to the fact that Ezri
was someone they had known for years and a virtual stranger at the
same time. Everyone on the station knew that and Kira was obviously
making an effort to make Ezri feel more accepted. Ezri was not going
to waste this valuable opportunity to have an impact on Kira.

Going through her wardrobe, Ezri
realized she did not really have anything that matched the look she
wanted for this evening. Even though she felt quite differently about
her body since being joined, she was still rather shy about
exhibiting it in public. The joining had given her the courage to
think about updating her wardrobe to make it more sexy but she had
not yet done so.

Thinking there was no time like the
present, Ezri made her way to Garak's.

“Ah, hello Lieutenant,”
Garak said as Ezri made her way into his shop, “And to what do
I owe this honor?”

“Um,”, Ezri said, fidgeting
with her hands, “I'm looking for a dress.”
“Well,
that is certainly a start. Is there anything in particular you are
looking for? We do have quite a wide variety of dresses. That's
generally what one will find in a clothing store such as this one.”

“I'm having dinner with uh, with
a friend.”

“Say no more,” Garak said,
a knowing look in his eye, “I know a dress that would be
perfect for you; come with me,” Garak said as he ushered Ezri
into one of the changing rooms and strode off. A few minutes later,
Garak returned and presented a sheer black dress to Ezri.

As Ezri took it from Garak she was
surprised to realize just how sexy the dress was. In attempt to keep
up her guise of just having dinner with a friend Ezri stammered,
“It's, uh, a little provocative for dinner with a friend, isn't
it?”

“Lieutenant, I have been a tailor
for many years and I have observed that whenever someone needs a new
outfit to have dinner with a 'friend', they are meeting with a, well
shall we say, with a 'special' friend. Now I shall be out front if
you have further need of my services.”

After Garak had left, and after Ezri
was no longer blushing quite so much, she tried on the dress Garak
had given her.

As she admired the outfit in the
mirror, she certainly could not fault Garak's choice. The dress was
perfect for what she had in mind. It was just tight enough to
accentuate Ezri's figure and it showed just a hint of cleavage. There
dress was cut just above the knee and there was a slit going up one
side all the way up the the top of her hip. In all, it was exactly
the look she was hoping for. It was a suggestive dress, one that
showed off just enough to be intriguing without it being an obvious
'fuck me' dress.

After nodding to herself to affirm her
choice, Ezri quickly changed back into her uniform and left the
changing room.

“So does it meet with your
approval, Lieutenant?”

“Yes, Garak. This will do
nicely,” Ezri said still feeling a little embarrassed that
Garak knew she had romance on her mind for dinner with her 'friend'.

“An excellent choice. I'm sure
the colonel will be quite pleased as well.”
Ezri had thought
she was embarrassed before but now she suspected her face was coming
close to matching her spots. Forgetting this was Garak she was
dealing with, she feigned ignorance, “Umm, what makes you think
I am having dinner with Kira?”

“All my years as a tailor
have taught me a thing or two when it comes to observation. I have
noticed that ever since you've come to the station the colonel has
gotten a great deal of your attention whenever she is nearby.”

“Oh god,” Ezri thought to
herself, “Have I really been that obvious?”
As
if in response to Ezri's unspoken question Garak said, “Most
people would not have picked up on it but you would be surprised at
the skills one picks up on the job.”

“You haven't shared this, um...
observation of yours with anyone else have you?”

“Not to worry Lieutenant, my lips
are sealed.”

Ezri
walked out of Garak's shop feeling a good deal more embarrassed than
she had walking in. Still she had her new dress, and with it came
high hopes that her dinner with Kira would be well worth a little
embarrassment.

Ezri
still had a few hours before she to meet with Kira so she went back
to her quarters and had a sonic shower. Lately anytime Ezri was naked
she had sufficient grounds for masturbation but today she resisted
the temptation. It wasn't easy as images of Kira kept dancing through
her mind. Ezri willed herself to wait however, confident that it a
little waiting would make her evening even more special.

After
her shower Ezri put her new dress on and once again found herself
admiring it in the mirror. She was surprised by just how sexy it made
her look. “I look hot,” Ezri said, running her hand down
the front of her dress. For the first time Ezri realized that her
fantasy could quite possibly become reality in a few short hours.
Taking one final look at herself in the mirror Ezri nodded and headed
for Kira's.

Once
Ezri arrived at Kira's quarters, she took a deep breath, braced
herself and pushed the door chime.

“Come in,” Ezri heard Kira
say from within her quarters.

Ezri
let herself in and was immediately captivated by Kira's beauty. Kira
was almost always in uniform so this was the first chance Ezri had to
see Kira in anything else. She had memories of seeing Kira in a
number of outfits but remembering something and experiencing
something are very different things.

Kira's
dress showed off her curves quite well. The dress was strapless and
showed off a surprisingly generous amount of cleavage. Ezri's head
was filled with images of what it would be like to touch those lovely
breasts. This image was replaced by an even more arousing image of
Ezri straddling Kira, sucking on her breasts. Ezri was snapped out of
reverie when she realized that Kira was saying her name.

“Huh?”, Ezri said, quickly
tearing her eyes away from Kira's figure, “Sorry colonel, I
guess I just kind of zoned off.”

“Rough day? I understand. It
happens to the best of us. And please, call me Nerys. I mean we've
been friends for over six years now. Well, not YOU and I but Dax and
I. And...”
Ezri cut her
off, by now she was used to this sort of reaction from Jadzia's
friends, “I know what you mean. If you think it's confusing for
you, just imagine how confusing it is for me. Half the time I have
trouble keeping my own name straight. So tell me... Nerys,”
Ezri said, savoring the way the name felt coming out of her mouth,
“what are we having for dinner?”

“It's not quite ready yet but in
a few minutes the replicator is going to make us the most lovely
hasperat.”

Ezri
had yet to try hasperat. Jadzia had loved it but, as Ezri reminded
herself, she was not Jadzia. On more than one occasion she had found
herself ordering on of her previous hosts favorite dishes only to
find the taste completely unpalatable. Still she certainly was not
going to criticize Nerys' choice of dinners. Ezri just hoped she
would find it agreeable.

Nerys
guided Ezri to the couch where a bottle of wine was waiting for them.
As Nerys filled Ezri's glass she explained, “I had Quark
provide us with something to drink. The replicator may make a
passable hasperat but it certainly can't compete when it comes to
alcohol.”
“Shall we make a toast?” Ezri asked,
raising her glass.

“To renewing old friendships,”
Nerys said, raising her glass as well.

“And creating new ones,”
Ezri said.

Ezri
was glad to have that there was real alcohol on hand. Partly because
she figured it would make Nerys loosen up a bit but mostly because
she needed something to keep her own courage up. She quickly downed
her glass of wine and was rather pleased to see Nerys mirror the move
and refill their glasses.

Ezri
and Nerys spend the next few minutes just talking. At first their
conversation was mainly about work. Kira was currently bogged down
with reports and she complained about the annoying minutiae that went
along with paperwork.

As the
wine began to take effect the conversation shifted to more frivolous
matters. Apparently Ensign Lato had been caught in one of the
holosuites with a holographic, and rather naked, Kai Winn. Quark,
naturally, claimed ignorance as to how Lato had ever got his hands on
a holographic image of Kai Winn.

Nerys
knew she should be outraged that that someone would violate the
sanctity of the office of the Kai like that but, she confided in
Ezri, Winn had long since defiled the office and she found it quite
amusing to see someone using Winn, even a holographic version of
Winn, for a change. The two ladies were both amused and disturbed at
the idea of Kai Winn and Ensign Lato.

After
they polished off a bottle of wine and opened a second one, Nerys got
their dinner from the replicator. “Most Bajorans prefer the
real thing,” Nerys said as she dished the food out for Ezri and
herself, “But then most Bajorans haven't tried my cooking.”

Ezri
found herself glad that Nerys wasn't much of a cook. The replicated
hasperat may have been bland in comparison to the real thing but it
was still seemed very spicy to Ezri; she could only imagine how much
more spicy homemade hasperat would be.

Ezri
was a bit surprised to find how much she was enjoying Nerys' company;
this was the first time Ezri had been able to spend time with her in
a private setting. She had expected that she would be lusting over
Nerys but she had not expected to feel such a connection with her.
She certainly hadn't been expecting to start thinking of her as
simply 'Nerys' either.

After
finishing their food, not to mention a second bottle of wine, Nerys
and Ezri continued to converse. They did however move to Nerys' couch
as it was much more suited for prolonged conversation.

“You know, I am glad we did
this,” Nerys confided in Ezri, her words slightly slurred.
“As
am I, Nerys. Things have been so difficult since I arrived on the
station. Outside of Benjamin and Quark, everyone's been acting
awkwardly around me. And on top of all that I've got eight new
personalities swirling around in my head to the point where sometimes
I am not even sure who I am anymore.” Ezri had not meant to
begin babbling her problems, but somehow it had spurted out and now
she felt quite miserable.

Ezri had planned to
appear vulnerable to Nerys tonight but had never intended to actually
get upset. She was still able to see the irony in what had happened
but it only made her more upset.

“I try so hard to fit in. There
are so many people on the station that I think of as dear friends but
they think of me as a stranger. No, they think I am worse than a
stranger. They see me as an impostor. They do not want me around,”
Ezri sobbed.

Nerys
embraced Ezri pulling her close on the couch. “Ezri, I won't
even pretend to know what you are going through. I cannot imagine
what it must be like to have everyone expecting you to be someone
else. I will tell you one thing though. You, Ezri, are no stranger to
me. You are my friend.”

Ezri
was so touched she did not trust herself to speak. Instead she just
hugged Nerys tighter. All the thoughts of getting Kira into bed were
gone, the only thing Ezri was thinking was just how safe she felt in
Nerys' arms.

After
Ezri had calmed down a little she turned her head up to look at
Nerys, “Thank you, Nerys. You don't know how much what you just
said means to me. Do you mind if I lie here a little while longer?”

“You just lie here as long as you
like,” Nerys said.

Ezri
laid her head down on Nerys' lap while Nerys gently stroked her hair.
Ezri, seemingly for the first time since she had been joined, truly
felt that she, Ezri Dax, belonged somewhere. She lay there, feeling
the colonel's warmth and being soothed as Nerys continued stroking
her hair. It was not long until Ezri drifted off to sleep.

To be
continued...
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