Fic: Be Careful What You Wish For
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Pairing: Kirk/Chekov
Rating: R
Summary: Chekov is turned into a dog via a misunderstanding with some aliens. Jim comes to a realization. He and Chekov explore Chekov's kink.
Note: this is a slightly refined version of the fic I posted here, which is a prequel to my puppy play series. The stories are all linked on this page, and I'll do more thorough linking when I've reposted all of them.
A little research had shown their caninized Navigator was now, fittingly, a Russian breed of greyhound-type dog called “Tazi.” He was also incredibly adorable and inordinately fond of cuddling.
He’d proven he still had his mind, using a PADD and a stylus held in his muzzle, but he couldn’t operate his station like this, so he wandered around the ship while they worked out a cure. Often, he spent whole days on the Bridge, napping in the laps of whoever picked him up first. Uhura was a favorite, which probably made Chekov the envy of the rest of the men on board, puppy form and all. But doggie-Chekov was an equal opportunity snuggler, with a fondness for Jim’s lap, and Sulu’s, and Bones said he was a popular visitor in the Sick Bay.
He definitely didn't like his replacement at the helm. Sulu had to pull him away from chewing on Ensign Graves’ trousers multiple times, and Jim suspected only the fact that he’d proven he was still sentient kept Chekov from piddling on the poor bastard’s shoes.
They’d had Chekov back to normal for three days before Jim remembered that one obscure little warning about the Hsiw. “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.” The populace was some kind of psi-capable species known for granting the heart’s desire of their visitors. Chekov had gone down with two lieutenants who ended up in a relationship afterward.
Surely being a puppy wasn’t his heart’s desire...but maybe there was a logical explanation for this. He summoned Chekov to talk about it, and the truth came out.
“It is not anything to do with my heart, keptin. The one I wanted was not with the landing party, and the aliens had limited power. Becoming puppy...it was to the letter, not the spirit, I believe is the American saying? It is a...”
“A kink?” Jim asked, eyebrows waaaaaay up. “But not one you want to explore with...the one you want?”
Chekov half-smiled, looking sad. “Keptin, it was no secret I had my mind, whatever my form. He still said his...work was no place for a puppy. Anyway, I am not in relationship with him, but I would like to...explore this. And, maybe, get it out from my system.” He looked up at Jim shyly, “I do not know anyone I could explain this to, though. Would you help me, then?”
“Alright, if you’re sure. But there are some complications - other factors you’re not aware of, ensign. I’m in a relationship, and while he may not object to your presence as far as exploring this kink goes, we’re committed to each other and I don’t want you to think this will be more than it is.”
“You are in relationship?” Chekov blinked.
Jim nodded. “Dr. McCoy and I have been with each other for several months, though we had something of an open relationship prior to that. If he says no, then you leave - no questions. If he says yes, then whatever terms he has, you follow them unless you think you might like the punishment. Also, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea - we have the kinky fun sex in his quarters. In my quarters, we’re equals and we have a fulfilling, fairly normal relationship, normal sex included. You’ll only be seeing his quarters, so you’ll only be seeing a fraction of our relationship, and not the most important part.”
“Okay,” Chekov nodded.
“Do you have any supplies for this? What we’re talking about here isn’t just about obeying orders and barking and cuddling.”
“I haf some things.” With a brief pause, Chekov added, “I will show you.”
“Lead on,” Jim grinned.
The ubiquitous box of sex toys was hidden in Chekov’s closet, and Jim was mildly impressed with the contents. He was only interested in two or three things as far as this fantasy was going, but it was easiest to just take the whole box to Bones’ quarters.
“Puppies need names,” Jim mused aloud as he helped Chekov out of his uniform shirt, once they were in the privacy of Bones’ rooms. “Any ideas, whiz kid?”
Chekov shook his head mutely, hands fumbling with Jim’s trousers.
“Alright, what’s Russian for dog, or puppy?”
“Schenok,” was the immediate reply, and it seemed fitting, so Jim shrugged.
“That’ll work. No more talking for you.” He yanked Chekov’s trousers down and tore off his own shirt before pushing Chekov to the bed, dragging the box with him and pulling out the lube first.
“You’re going to be a good puppy for me, aren’t you?” Jim asked, smiling. Both of them were naked now, and his fingers were slowly lubricating Chekov’s ass. Chekov had put his collar on himself, blushing a little, and it looked sinful and wrong and hot.
“Yeeees,” Chekov whimpered, and he whined when Jim caught one of Chekov’s nipples in his mouth.
“Good puppies don’t talk,” Jim teased, licking Chekov’s chest and crooking his finger to brush Chekov’s prostate.
That got him a more satisfying, non-verbal whimper.
With all the prep work, the plug slid in easily, and Chekov moaned as his ass filled with hard silicone. Then, his tongue flicking over the head of Chekov’s cock, Jim turned the vibrator on, hearing the tail thump against the bedspread and grinning at Chekov’s noisy distress. He was so thin - watching him writhe on the sheets was erotic in ways Jim couldn’t put words to.
The toy box was deficient in one notable aspect, though. There was no cock ring. Well, Jim could fix that. He kissed Chekov’s hip and said, “Don’t move, ‘kay?” before getting up to rummage through Bones’ closet. Bones’ ring was probably cleaner, but Jim’s was closer to the right size.
Bones was so big he thought with happy relish before returning to the present and his pretty little ensign-puppy.
Chekov whined at the cock restraint but it wasn’t his call. Jim tugged gently on the front of Chekov’s collar and said, “Heel, boy,” getting off the bed and watching Chekov with an impatient expression.
He was standing, when he did clamber off. Well, Jim could fix that, too. He pushed Chekov down at the shoulder with a pointed look, and Chekov caught on pretty quickly after that.
“C’mere,” Jim called, making little kissy noises as he walked backwards, sitting in Bones’ chair. “C’mere, Schenok,” he said again, with a little more authority this time, and Schenok crawled to him uncertainly, on all fours. “G’boy,” he ruffled the puppy’s hair. “Now sit.” It took a moment for that one to sink in, but the puppy was clever and obedient. Schenok nuzzled Jim’s naked thigh.
Jim ran his fingers through those pretty curls and his voice was raw when he finally gave the order, needy and hopelessly aroused, “Suck me.”
That was how Bones found them, hardly five minutes later.
Pairing: Kirk/Chekov
Rating: R
Summary: Chekov is turned into a dog via a misunderstanding with some aliens. Jim comes to a realization. He and Chekov explore Chekov's kink.
Note: this is a slightly refined version of the fic I posted here, which is a prequel to my puppy play series. The stories are all linked on this page, and I'll do more thorough linking when I've reposted all of them.
A little research had shown their caninized Navigator was now, fittingly, a Russian breed of greyhound-type dog called “Tazi.” He was also incredibly adorable and inordinately fond of cuddling.
He’d proven he still had his mind, using a PADD and a stylus held in his muzzle, but he couldn’t operate his station like this, so he wandered around the ship while they worked out a cure. Often, he spent whole days on the Bridge, napping in the laps of whoever picked him up first. Uhura was a favorite, which probably made Chekov the envy of the rest of the men on board, puppy form and all. But doggie-Chekov was an equal opportunity snuggler, with a fondness for Jim’s lap, and Sulu’s, and Bones said he was a popular visitor in the Sick Bay.
He definitely didn't like his replacement at the helm. Sulu had to pull him away from chewing on Ensign Graves’ trousers multiple times, and Jim suspected only the fact that he’d proven he was still sentient kept Chekov from piddling on the poor bastard’s shoes.
They’d had Chekov back to normal for three days before Jim remembered that one obscure little warning about the Hsiw. “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.” The populace was some kind of psi-capable species known for granting the heart’s desire of their visitors. Chekov had gone down with two lieutenants who ended up in a relationship afterward.
Surely being a puppy wasn’t his heart’s desire...but maybe there was a logical explanation for this. He summoned Chekov to talk about it, and the truth came out.
“It is not anything to do with my heart, keptin. The one I wanted was not with the landing party, and the aliens had limited power. Becoming puppy...it was to the letter, not the spirit, I believe is the American saying? It is a...”
“A kink?” Jim asked, eyebrows waaaaaay up. “But not one you want to explore with...the one you want?”
Chekov half-smiled, looking sad. “Keptin, it was no secret I had my mind, whatever my form. He still said his...work was no place for a puppy. Anyway, I am not in relationship with him, but I would like to...explore this. And, maybe, get it out from my system.” He looked up at Jim shyly, “I do not know anyone I could explain this to, though. Would you help me, then?”
“Alright, if you’re sure. But there are some complications - other factors you’re not aware of, ensign. I’m in a relationship, and while he may not object to your presence as far as exploring this kink goes, we’re committed to each other and I don’t want you to think this will be more than it is.”
“You are in relationship?” Chekov blinked.
Jim nodded. “Dr. McCoy and I have been with each other for several months, though we had something of an open relationship prior to that. If he says no, then you leave - no questions. If he says yes, then whatever terms he has, you follow them unless you think you might like the punishment. Also, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea - we have the kinky fun sex in his quarters. In my quarters, we’re equals and we have a fulfilling, fairly normal relationship, normal sex included. You’ll only be seeing his quarters, so you’ll only be seeing a fraction of our relationship, and not the most important part.”
“Okay,” Chekov nodded.
“Do you have any supplies for this? What we’re talking about here isn’t just about obeying orders and barking and cuddling.”
“I haf some things.” With a brief pause, Chekov added, “I will show you.”
“Lead on,” Jim grinned.
The ubiquitous box of sex toys was hidden in Chekov’s closet, and Jim was mildly impressed with the contents. He was only interested in two or three things as far as this fantasy was going, but it was easiest to just take the whole box to Bones’ quarters.
“Puppies need names,” Jim mused aloud as he helped Chekov out of his uniform shirt, once they were in the privacy of Bones’ rooms. “Any ideas, whiz kid?”
Chekov shook his head mutely, hands fumbling with Jim’s trousers.
“Alright, what’s Russian for dog, or puppy?”
“Schenok,” was the immediate reply, and it seemed fitting, so Jim shrugged.
“That’ll work. No more talking for you.” He yanked Chekov’s trousers down and tore off his own shirt before pushing Chekov to the bed, dragging the box with him and pulling out the lube first.
“You’re going to be a good puppy for me, aren’t you?” Jim asked, smiling. Both of them were naked now, and his fingers were slowly lubricating Chekov’s ass. Chekov had put his collar on himself, blushing a little, and it looked sinful and wrong and hot.
“Yeeees,” Chekov whimpered, and he whined when Jim caught one of Chekov’s nipples in his mouth.
“Good puppies don’t talk,” Jim teased, licking Chekov’s chest and crooking his finger to brush Chekov’s prostate.
That got him a more satisfying, non-verbal whimper.
With all the prep work, the plug slid in easily, and Chekov moaned as his ass filled with hard silicone. Then, his tongue flicking over the head of Chekov’s cock, Jim turned the vibrator on, hearing the tail thump against the bedspread and grinning at Chekov’s noisy distress. He was so thin - watching him writhe on the sheets was erotic in ways Jim couldn’t put words to.
The toy box was deficient in one notable aspect, though. There was no cock ring. Well, Jim could fix that. He kissed Chekov’s hip and said, “Don’t move, ‘kay?” before getting up to rummage through Bones’ closet. Bones’ ring was probably cleaner, but Jim’s was closer to the right size.
Bones was so big he thought with happy relish before returning to the present and his pretty little ensign-puppy.
Chekov whined at the cock restraint but it wasn’t his call. Jim tugged gently on the front of Chekov’s collar and said, “Heel, boy,” getting off the bed and watching Chekov with an impatient expression.
He was standing, when he did clamber off. Well, Jim could fix that, too. He pushed Chekov down at the shoulder with a pointed look, and Chekov caught on pretty quickly after that.
“C’mere,” Jim called, making little kissy noises as he walked backwards, sitting in Bones’ chair. “C’mere, Schenok,” he said again, with a little more authority this time, and Schenok crawled to him uncertainly, on all fours. “G’boy,” he ruffled the puppy’s hair. “Now sit.” It took a moment for that one to sink in, but the puppy was clever and obedient. Schenok nuzzled Jim’s naked thigh.
Jim ran his fingers through those pretty curls and his voice was raw when he finally gave the order, needy and hopelessly aroused, “Suck me.”
That was how Bones found them, hardly five minutes later.