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Title: The Frumious Woman

Author: R Schultz ( cousindream@msn.com )

Series: DS9

Rating: NC-17 for graphic lesbian sex.

Pairing Code: Kira Nerys/F, Unknown

Spoilers: None. 

Summary: Kira is still looking for that certain someone. Someone to 
Disclaimer: Trek-universe belongs to ViaBorgCom. I'm using the Trek 
for fun, not money. This fiction is mine under Berne International 
copyright. May, 2004. Apx. 4,300 words long.

Warning: This is TrekSmut. No one underage according to USA or local 
law may enter here, nor may those whose country or locale legally 
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THE FRUMIOUS WOMAN
by R Schultz




Time to scratch.

When the itch gets too bad, I've got to go find someone who'll 
scratch me where it's itching worst. Usually I don't need anyone. I 
can take care of my own problems, and do. I have for... For a long 
time. A little scented hand oil and I'm just fine. There are a few 
Risan toys, besides.

The scratching, however, has to be occasionally done by someone 
else. Nothing else will do.

Jadzia had been a friendly hand in need, so to speak, on many an 
occasion. Much more than a friend. I wished her and Worf the best of 
times.

But what we had enjoyed together had been more than an animal 
encounter. She had been someone to trust, to talk to, to touch and 
caress without anything else necessarily rearing its ugly head. We 
still could. But .. a person needs something more than a friendly 
ear. Sometimes.

She had been so beautiful.

I could now admit I'd had a few optimistic dreams, about her and I, 
combining careers and wedding vows. I can admit it now. It would 
have been nice to have her for a wife. But all that is over with now.

Fortunately there are more options than Jadzia available. There HAVE 
to be more options out there.

There's always "The Vulq". Or I could make a few overtures to Keiko. 
Fat chance. Or one of Quark's Dabo girls. Like Leeta.

Talk about soiled doves.

No, "The Vulq" sounds like a more profitable venture. And it's 
ladies night down at the Gay Bar.

So here I am, striding down one of the usual bleak Station 
corridors. For the occasion I was dressed in scarlet over tule 
ribbon-blouse; a skirt with suspenders, for once, instead of 
trousers. When I was looking for something female, it was time for 
something different, something femme. Major Kira doesn't go to a 
place like "The Vulq". I do.

"The Vulq" could be felt through the feet forty stands away, on Deck 
Ten. The sound-proofing was just fine, unlike a lot of the spaces on 
the Wheel. But some of the New Cut dancing patterns had a powerful 
resonance, and you could touch the walls and feel the beat with a 
light fingertip.

I put in my ear plugs, hoping it wouldn't be TOO loud inside.

The portals irised open, and the charming ambience of "The Vulg" 
assaulted all my senses. New Cut is dreadful music, especially when 
it's a copy of the Federation music being imitated by Bajoran 
wirehead bands. Thank the Prophets neither Sisko's boy nor Nog have 
never evinced any interest in performing in a live band, or it might 
be them performing badly over there against the far bulkhead.

The ear plugs fortunately reduced the aerial violation of my ears to 
an irritating monotonous sub-beat.

Quite a few females inside, including two sweet-looking young human 
women twisting slowly in the wind of the music. I carefully noted a 
few possibilities while crossing the room, getting a big smile from 
a Bajoran blond with a transparent blouse and a taste for bright 
colors.

At the stand-up bar I got my usual liquid something heavily laced 
with an ethanol adulterant and fruit juices. Sisko had introduced me 
to Sangria. Probably essentially vile, but it went down easy and had 
a nice aftertaste.

I put down my credit filche for the drink, but the more butch of the 
two Andorian barkeepers waved it away.

"The lady with the fangs is buying," she shouted in my ear.

She waved to my right and I hoped I'd heard wrong and she hadn't 
just said fangs. Fangs would not be near the top in my list of 
desirable attributes of a female date for the night.

Alas, a few fangs showed.

Fangs she had, but the total package was looking much closer to my 
most-desired dream date for the night than one might expect.

The canine features were there. That's what she first reminded me 
of, with her quite short muzzle and large bifurcated black nose. But 
the muzzle fitted well in the overall face, and the facial features 
were definitely female for all that, and rather clean and classic 
besides.

She smiled to show me a nice set of rending teeth, but the eyes were 
showcased by eyebrows which could achieve a quizzical cock. Also 
humanoid ears underneath a nice head of very normal looking dark 
hair streaked with blond. Maybe a little fuzz at the base of the 
neck.

An appealing package, despite the teeth.

The hand she stretched out was not obviously clawed or padded, but 
as I watched, her fingernails suddenly appeared. Not claws. But 
something much more civilized. Then they disappeared. Now they 
appeared much like my own hands. Looking down at them, I was greeted 
with the welcome sight of a pair of ripe round Bajoran type breasts 
covered by a clinging cross-over of thin bandoleers of ribboned 
cream-colored cloth.

The skin showing around the breasts seemed furless, and the breasts 
themselves were substantial without being overpowering. The light 
wasn't that good, but I thought her nipples spiked under my intent 
gaze.

As if reading my mind, she did a little whirl for me, and let me see 
that her thinly-clothed rear end was very humanoid and lacking any 
tail, unless it was so vestigial it approached invisibility. She 
looked very mammalian and sexy in those form-clinging cream colored 
pants.

In short, the face and claws were not expected, but the rest of her 
looked very much what I might have hoped for.

Maybe I was striking it lucky right off, after all.

Certainly if she was in "The Vulg" on ladies night, she wasn't here 
to pick up any males.

Her smile was a good deal less intimidating when she kept her mouth 
closed, and her fangs hidden away. When she quickly licked her lips, 
I realized on the plus side she might be very good at tongue 
dueling. Maybe the kisses would be fun, also.

"I'm Alice," she carefully mouthed at me. Her close-laid ears 
twitched as she leaned closer to me.

"You're the answer to my dreams," she added. She ran a light 
fingertip down my cheek and chin, finishing with the most tentative 
caress of my lips. This close I could smell the spice and flowers 
scent of her. Probably a perfume, I guessed.

I leaned closer to check, and detected a dry dusty under-scent to 
her. Probably her own natural odor, common to her species.

She kissed my cheek when I was bent closer, a definite purr to her 
breathy vibrations as her tongue laid a trail down to my chin.

Not canine. Feline.

Her lips were practically in my ear when next she spoke.

"I don't bite unless you want me to. Or scratch. And then only if 
you ask really nice."

A shiver ran up and down my spine in a shuddering loop that lasted 
almost a minute.

Meow.




****************************




She was lodged in Transient quarters down on the sixth level, and 
they looked as cramped and sterile as I recalled from less happy 
days.

The scent in her cabin escaped me for a few seconds, until I saw a 
bowl filled with ten or twelve Oranges; a fruit originally from 
Federation space. They grew them down on Bajor these days. The place 
reeked pleasantly of eaten Oranges. I would have expected a 
different food item in her diet before I recalled that most sentient 
races were omnivarious. I deduced they must be a treat for her.

She was the Second on "The Swallow", out of San Juan Capistrano. A 
Centauri-built Earth-owned mixed-cargo ship with Alderberan 
registry. We had one or three exactly like her every day of the week 
docking on the wheel. She'd noticed me during her first hour on the 
station, she said.

Her name was not really Alice, but it was close enough. She used it 
on the ship, she explained. It was a concession to ease life on the 
vessel. Most of the crew were humans, and she perforce had to speak 
perfect Standard anyways. Alice was a lot easier for them to say 
than her silibant-rich proper name.

She said her real name for me, turning it into another purr as the 
back of her fine-boned hand caressed my ear. I could imagine her 
purring her name again and again as she burrowed her head into my by-
now heating groin. I shivered.

This could be real fun.

She'd suggested a little take-out, and we had two buckets of Thai-
style Orion sweet-and-sour, with 'shrimp'. Orion 'shrimp' never saw 
water and you really did not want to see them with their heads still 
on, but crisp-and-spicy fried they were marvelous, especially in the 
blue piquant sauce.

Alice called the lighting to dim, put both of our little buckets 
down on a shelf, and made it very obvious the only appetizer she 
wanted was me. The Shrimp were probably to be for the 'Apres' and 
not the first thing to fit in her toothy mouth.

She swept me into her arms, then immediately paused. She'd felt my 
quick resistance, my stiffening, and she had a quizzical look to her 
face at my reaction. She let me go and asked me to be rough with 
her, or to be gentle. Only take her now. Just like that she'd made 
the transition from aggressor to pliant. I liked being the dominant, 
and she'd picked up on that.

I could see her bunk, and it was overflowing with a soft-looking 
comforter. "Tell me about your home planet, tell me about the others 
like you," I said. It was not a request.

I took her hand and slowly paced towards the bed, urging her to come 
with me.

"We are the Frumious," she said, a masculine whiskey note appearing 
in her voice. "Singular and plural, and two-sexed. I might very well 
be the only one of my race in or near Bajoran space. Not many of us 
get the urge to leave our home planet. But I was a misfit from an 
early age. You understand misfit, don't you? You're here with me, 
we're both females, and we aren't going to discuss philosophy, or 
planetary ecology, are we?"

We weren't.

I had Computer turn up the lighting a little, so I could enjoy the 
hoped-for visual feast of this unusual feline.

Two enticing nipple-topped breasts greeted me when I had stripped 
Alice of her top. They seemed to be accentuated by rings of dimples 
which circled her nipple. I immediately had to feel them; then chew 
the giving firmness. Alice moaned as her dimples rose up and 
hardened between my teeth.

When I lifted my head, it appeared as if her nipples had doubled in 
size. They pulsed to her heartbeat when I softly caressed them with 
a fingernail.

She stripped me in turn, my tule scarf-layer blouse going to the 
floor. After licking my breasts, she peeled me out of my long skirt, 
her lips paying particular attention to my belly. She purred into my 
belly button.

I shivered. Oh, that was nice.

I pulled her up and got her out of her pants, my hands enjoying the 
long straight hairs of her pelvic region. Her backside felt very 
familiar under my hands; very normal, very sexy, despite one oddity. 
Her body was not furred, not really. Nonetheless a discernible 
thicker down covered parts of her body. For example it was thicker 
on the back of her neck. Plus, a large diamond of iridescent nimbus, 
light golden hair, was laid down thick north of her ass and 
following and accentuating her waist. The bottom point of the almost-
furry diamond lay in the divide of her soft buttocks.

I scratched her diamond of light fur and received the purr I'd hoped 
for.

I threw her on the bed. With her cooperation, of course. I'm into 
domination, but not into pain.

I had to taste her. I slid down her. Prompting her legs open and 
taking my first samples of the flavor of her sex.

It had been too long.

She was very clean tasting, her groin lubricating freely. It tasted 
and smelled almost like an almost-sweet oily fruit. It became 
thicker as I licked. Already I was enthusiastic over the flavor and 
scent, and I murmured again and again over the delicious bounty she 
was giving me.

The big surprise was the - the large PIMPLE where her clit should 
be. No, one might better say fingertip. It had just trebled in size 
before my very eyes. No tiny little buried jewel here. This was 
something intriguing and substantial.

It became translucent as it grew, and her heartbeat clearly pulsed 
in its lambent inner glow.

I lightly licked the pointed tip.

Alice about spasmed out of my grasp.

"Please!" she stuttered. "It's too sensitive right now. I need to 
have my ... My - Could you please, in my other...."

So be it. I moved my attentions and my fingers and my face back 
lower on her body.

Everybody had their quirks and problems. Hers was nothing 
extraordinary. Jadzia couldn't stand to be fondled or even touched 
for long minutes after she reached her own come.

The interesting moment came later, after Alice had washed my face 
with her thicker fluids. A remarkably tasty and receptive female. 
And quick to enjoy my attentions. Maybe it had been too long between 
women for her as well.

With a surprising twist and bound, she was suddenly off the bed.

Feline.

It took about half a second for me to be spread open and eager on 
the bed. She was straddling me, some of the sharp teeth showing.

"Would you like me to bite?

"Just a little bit? I won't hurt."

"Maybe just a little..." I returned.

Her teeth were around my throat for a mere second, then she was 
kissing and nipping her way down to my breasts.

She was remarkably gentle, but all I could think of for seconds were 
how it felt for all those pointed teeth to be nibbling on my nipples.

Then a claw lightly flicked my clit.

She again raked my clit, and then my labia with her claws. I think I 
was supported only by the back of my head and my heels for twenty or 
thirty seconds while she did that.

Then fingers, mere fingers, began to investigate my sexual divide.

Her lips found the great muscles of my inner thigh, then her fangs 
touched them in a gentle lingering intimidating caress.

Soon, after more nips and explorations, her fingers were busy in me, 
and I could feel myself building already. Building. Building. 
Building. And suddenly...

It had been a long time between women for me as well. And I sighed 
loudly as I released.

We kissed, and she was calm while I was shaking. "More," she said. 
It was a statement of intent.

Those teeth followed the line to my belly button, then my belly, 
then my red groin hair, then my wet groin.

She took my labia and clit and a good deal more besides between 
those pointy teeth.

No pain, but I knew they were sharp. It felt so very, very 
different. She was gentle and teasing but I knew how deadly these 
teeth were. She chewed me, oh my, she chewed me like I was the main 
course in a fine meal. I was.

She devoured the most sensitive and essential part of me.

Between her teeth and some devoted sucking of my clit, I didn't take 
very long this time either. Maybe it was a little too sharp, but I 
wasn't complaining.

We kissed, with her on top.

Alice licked her eyebrows with her tongue.

It took me two or three minutes for me to find my voice. I was too 
busy mentally judging the possibilities.

"Alice, sweetheart," I cooed, "is it difficult for you to lick your 
eyebrows like that? I mean, can you, does your tongue...."

It did.

Think on it for a second. A tongue that could wriggle deep inside me 
where it counted best.

I was almost coming just from the anticipation as she blew warm air 
over my flooding groin. I moaned at the first tongue caress, the 
gentle swipe of wet muscle going all the way from my rear end to my 
flaming haired pelvic bush. I was burning, and she was teasing me!

Once she stopped teasing me, she inserted a little of her tongue 
inside me. My head snapped back, and my knees hovered in the air.

Then she wriggled more of her tongue inside.

Slid. Forced. Penetrated. Caressed. Fucked. I felt my juices 
trickling down the crack of my ass.

Anyone ever been gently and lovingly caressed from the inside?

For the next ten minutes I had mini-come after mini-come, one on top 
of the other. It kept getting better and better and hurting so good 
more and more and I couldn't breathe, my neck tendons were so rigid.

Then her tongue tip touched my cervix.

I jumped from the contact, mumbled a "Don't!" and she backed off a 
little. She curled and wriggled her tongue throughout my length. She 
slurped, and tried to corkscrew and licked in and out the entire 
distance of my tube of pleasure. It felt like my clit was the size 
of my thumb, whenever her large dark nose would bump against it.

The release was cataclysmic.

I ejaculated as I had never ejaculated before.

She kept drawing her tongue out to drink my fluids, then inserting 
her exquisite mobile muscle again.

I rested. Somehow. With her tongue still all the way inside me.

Then she wriggled it again.

Two hours later I knew I'd found the woman I wanted to marry.




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Then it got better.




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Alice was coming down her own slope at the time, and we were both 
totally covered in sweat. The room must reek of female musk, both 
kinds. I automatically reached down to fondle her clit, before 
remembering her super-sensitivity there.

I jerked back, but Alice grabbed my hand.

"If you want to touch, or if you wouldn't mind licking it or kissing 
it or whatever you like to do, you can do so now. It's okay now, 
really it is. I think." She gave me a hint by putting a hand behind 
my head and applying a small amount of pressure.

I didn't have to if I didn't want to.

It took about one and a quarter seconds for me to be cozily nestled 
between her thighs.

Sure enough her clit was daring me to ravish it. Pulsing, a thorn of 
desire waiting my eager attentions. Maybe desperate is a better word.

Something that size was begging for me to fit it in my mouth. Which 
I did, suckling it like it was a nipple about to fill my throat with 
ambrosia and nectar.

It got bigger.

I backed off. No mistake.

It was longer, and thicker around at the base, though it was still 
pointed at the top.

The heart beat apparent in its pulsing was now hypnotic. I bent and 
engulfed it again. It slid into the groove of my worshiping tongue 
as I curled it to worship its lengthening firmness.

It got bigger round at the base as it got longer, and I do believe 
it got hotter.

It was a little horn now, as long as the first two knuckles of my 
little finger.

I jacked it a little, gazing up in Alice's ecstatic face as her 
knees lifted into the air and she trembled.

It got bigger as I frigged its spit-shiny taper. It also grew into a 
slight arc.

"Alice," I asked gently, "how long does your clitoris grow?"

"Longer than my longest finger."

"How much longer?"

"Another knuckle."

"And how big around?"

"Big as two thumbs."

Sure enough, it grew as large as the adornments on many of the males 
I'd had. Larger than a few. And I'd come on just about all of them.

If I can get off on a finger, I don't need super-large. This was not 
super-large, but it certainly was larger than I needed in hetero sex.

After twelve more minutes of diligent and wondrously rewarded 
effort, I happily impaled myself on her extended clit.

It was so SMOOTH!

It had plenty of spit on it, and slid in me without a pause. For a 
few minutes I sat on it, rocking slightly and feeling the sides of 
my tube clasping and unclasping around it.

Then the itchy sparkly electrical charges made me have to ride up 
and down on its wonderful length, even though I wanted to just sit 
on it for forever and feel comfortably full and wriggle around and 
feel the tip of her horn of clit.

I was having mini-comes and had to speed up my lovely fuck.

After five minutes of frantic activity I knew I'd discovered the 
perfect woman. Alice came with me. A number of times. It WAS her 
clit I was holding with the hot wet velvety clasping milking glove 
of my insides, after all. I could feel my tube rippling up and down 
its length even as my body pumped up and down, forcing my hips to 
move faster and faster. I ejaculated again, my groin sliding freely 
against her in the afterwash.

I never pass out for sex. I did this time.




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There was a note on the table when my station communicator woke me 
up. 

"It was lovely.

"Next time I'm in port? Or you can come to Bandersnatch, my home 
planet."

Not signed.

I was crestfallen. Philosophical acceptance would come later. Right 
now I was pissed.

Within minutes I was out of there and speeding to my own cabin. 
Minutes more and I was in uniform and smoothly sidling into the 
clinic. Even for me it was a speed record.

"Doctor Bashir," I politely asked in my most soothing tones, "could 
you tell me privately about the Frumious of the planet or star 
Bandersnatch? Where it is, that sort of thing?" I didn't want anyone 
else on the station knowing of my interest. The damndest things get 
to Quark's ears.

Doctor Bashir started chuckling.

"Oh my," he said. "I know where exactly you have to go to find the 
Frumious Bandersnatch. They live in the Mimsy Borogoves. Along with 
the Jabberwocky."

Over the next few minutes the good Doctor cheerfully explained all 
about Lewis Carrol and the Adventures of Alice when she went down 
rabbit holes or through looking glasses. Mirrors. He lost me when he 
got to Red Queens and cake that was labeled 'Eat Me'.

Last night I was the one who'd eaten the delight labeled 'Eat Me'.

Nonetheless I was controlled and charming (I hope) when I asked to 
borrow the use of the Clinic Computer. I was no longer trying to 
keep inquiries off the datanet where others could see my interest.

In a few minutes I'd confirmed that no "Swallow" out of San Juan 
Capistrano had docked at DS9. Chortling happily Computer told me all 
about the Swallows of San Luis Capistrano. Swallows. They come back 
to this little place on Old Earth. They're birds.

Naturally no listing of an Alice being on the Station.

I'd been conned.

If it was Quark, he would shortly find the profit in breathing hard 
vacuum in his thousand-year-long slow glide into the Bajoran sun.

There were problems, however, in assuming Quark could pull off a 
deception of this magnitude. For the Computer didn't have any record 
of any race that closely (or otherwise) resembled my Alice. How 
could he create a new race for my deception?

Which left Odo.

When I walked out of the Clinic and stood on the Promenade, I looked 
to where Security stood.

Alice, in Odo's usual shade of earth-orange, was standing in front 
of the doors with her arms crossed. She turned and walked back 
through the doors of Security.

I didn't run. I reined in my speed and I slowly walked. Ambled. 
Strolled. But I think I left heel marks in the metal plating of the 
promenade. When I entered Security, Alice was sitting in the chair. 
Then she turned into Odo.

Then she was Alice again. She was dressed in Odo's dull colors, but 
the outfit showed a great deal of soft breast, and Alice's claws 
drummed on the desk top. Very fetching, actually.

I had to sit.

Alice/Odo stood, and paced while I stared. She looked very nice in a 
knee-length skirt.

"Why?" I asked.

"I love you."

I waited for the rest of it before I began disassembling him/her. I 
wondered if he had any blood to spatter the walls with. No, he 
wouldn't. Still in all, it'd be messy.

"For so long as I can recall," he/she declared, "I have been a male. 
Not actually, but I have taken on the burdens and appearances of a 
male. It was, at the time, convenient."

She paused, staring at me. "That was then. I could function as a 
male should, but had not much use for that ability.

"Now I am presented with you, and my emotions towards you.

"Emotions are such twisty things aren't they?

"Unfortunately I discovered that you seemed to prefer the company of 
females. Comely females preferred, but definitely females.

"I studied females, as I studied you. And I determined that to win 
your affections, I must be a female.

"I make an attractive and exotic female, don't I? Alice could just 
as easily become the Head of Security as Odo. The shape would be 
different, but I would still be me, inside.

"You could be physically attracted to my creation, I think that is 
proven.

"But I can be any woman you want. Not just Alice. Or I can be an 
infinite variety of them. Each week or night a different female. Any 
woman, any type of woman. Short, tall, busty, alien or human or 
Bajoran. Teach me to be a female. Teach me how to be what you need, 
apart from the physical attributes.

"Let us explore the possibilities, Kira Nerys.

"Please?

"Will you let me be your woman? Will you let me woo you?"

Her arms were open and pleading. I remembered last night. She had 
been .. convincing.

I must think on this.

I was glad I was sitting.

She had long since set the security seal. We had a lot of things to 
talk about. I could think of Odo as a she, obviously.

However, first off, of course, I would have to kill Alice/Odo.

Then we could talk.

After that I'll kill her again.




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