Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!atl-c02.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!peer01.cox.net!cox.net!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "longbeachtrekstar" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW FFF TOS: "Down and Dirty" 1/1 (R/Ba) [R] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 256 Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2004 17:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1102269305 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 05 Dec 2004 12:55:05 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2004 12:55:05 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85943 X-Received-Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2004 09:55:22 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Down and Dirty Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TOS Codes: Rand/Barrows, McCoy, PWP Rating: R Parts: 1/1 Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just for fun. Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: Inspired by Elizabeth's question, "So, if two yeomen are mudwrestling in a holosuite, do they have to shower?" There's no holosuite here, but there's yeomen and mud! Written for Round XV of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ Summary: Rand and Barrows leave their corners and come out swinging! "Down and Dirty" by longbeachtrekstar, August 2004 The landing party began spreading out across the landscape, conducting a pre-shore leave survey before any passes were granted to the crew. Captain Kirk's experiences on Gamma Trianguli VI and the so- called Shore Leave Planet were enough to make him just a bit more cautious before granting recess on a strange new world. Much to Yeoman Barrows' chagrin, Doctor McCoy pointed to her, saying, "Why don't you and Sulu check out the southern ravine. Rand and I will continue straight ahead." Tonia stood stock still, lips pressed tightly together in a bloodless straight line, as she watched the Doctor and the Yeoman move off into the woods. Sulu turned and headed toward the ravine, taking a dozen steps before realizing that Barrows wasn't behind him. He stopped and turned around. "You coming?" ***** McCoy and Rand made their way through the brush. With a careless step, Rand nearly fell into a large round mud pool. "Oh!" she screamed. "I gotcha!" replied McCoy, seizing her upper arm and pulling her back from what would have probably been a harmless but messy tumble. Once she'd regained her balance, Rand inspected the mud pool with a sneer of distaste on her lips. The mud was rather thin and flowing, and every once in a while a bubble of inert gas would slowly make its way to the surface. "Ugh! I hate to think of all the nasty things I might have caught if I'd fallen into that." "Actually," replied McCoy, "biologically speaking, these mud bogs are practically sterile. I've already got several samples back on the ship for further study." He squatted next to the pool and stuck a finger into it. He pulled it out and inspected the ooze as it rolled down his hand. "It contains a naturally occurring substance that has anti-viral and anti-bacterial properties." He smeared a small amount onto the back of his opposite hand. "It should even prove good for the skin." He stood up, wiping his hand on some nearby leaves. "Well, let's get on with the survey, so we can make our report. The crew is already in line at the transporters, waiting for the good word." ***** About an hour later, Rand was passing the same spot, traveling in the opposite direction on her way back to the rendezvous site. The Doctor was somewhere behind her, fussing with some lab samples. Rand had her head down and was so engrossed in her tricorder readings that she did not notice Yeoman Barrows standing in her path. Barrows stood with hands on hips, her weight on one foot, her other stockinged, booted leg sticking out before her from under her red miniskirt. Her expression was as disagreeable as a Denebian slime devil's. Her head still down, Janice nearly bumped into Tonia. "Oh, excuse me," she said, casually stepping aside to go around. Tonia stepped in front of her again. "And where do you think you're going?" "What?" "Are you and the Doctor done with your *examination*?" "Are we... what? What's the matter with you?" Tonia poked Janice hard in her right shoulder. "Just because you're blonde, don't think you can play dumb with *me*." A scowl came across Rand's face. "I *beg* your pardon! Don't you go poking at *me*, missy!" With that, she gave Tonia a one-handed shove, forcing her to take a step back. "How *dare* you!" Tonia stepped forward and shoved Janice with two- hands, sending her to the ground. Janice sat there a moment, looking up, confused, as Tonia ranted at her. "Why don't you just go back to your little botany friend, Sulu, and leave Leonard alone!" "'Leonard'?" "Or better yet, go shake that little caboose of yours in front of the Captain. Everybody on board knows how steamy you are for him." "That's enough!" Rand struggled to her feet and lifted the tricorder strap over her head, tossing the device aside. "I don't know what you've got stuck up your ass, but *Leonard* and I-" "Bitch!" Barrows laid a slap across Rand's face. "Oh!" Rand immediately slapped her back, and then they were at each other -- arms flailing, boots kicking up dust. Just then, McCoy came onto the scene, and saw the two yeomen sparring with each other. "What in tarnation... ?" Neither woman noticed him, their attention focused exclusively on each other. He was about to step forward to break it up when Barrows caught a hold of Rand's tunic, and with a mighty pull, laid it wide open, exposing her left breast. McCoy stopped his advance and, with a smirk, stepped discreetly behind a bush. This might prove interesting after all. Both women paused, surprised by the tit's sudden appearance. They looked at it silently, its flesh goose-pimply from the cool air, its nipple erect with the excitement of combat. "Bitch!" cried Janice, resuming her attack. It was only natural for her to respond in kind, and she quickly ripped Tonia's tunic wide open, leaving the girl practically topless. Their naked tits were mashed together as they grappled with each other. Reaching behind her opponent, Rand grabbed hold of Barrows' uniform near the waistline. With a tug, Tonia's miniskirt came up. Her matching red uniform panties disappeared into her ass cheeks, and two inches of bare white skin were exposed above the normally hidden tops of her dark stockings. It was bound to happen... Both of them struggling, precariously off balance, they tumbled together into the nearby mud pool. With a mighty *sploosh*, Rand landed on her back, the muddy ooze quickly enveloping her. Barrows was on top of her, but the force of the landing caused her to slide off Rand, face first into the muck. Their quarrel was momentarily forgotten as both girls splashed about in a sudden panic. It did not take them long, however, to realize that the bog was only knee deep and they were in no danger. The damage was done, however. Both yeomen were plastered with the thick ooze -- including, most tragically, their hair. Both of them took great pride in their appearance, and their tresses and locks now hung drippingly off their shoulders and plastered to their muddy faces. In a slow and scathing tone, Janice spit out, "You stupid *cunt*!" She punctuated her statement with a fistful of mud slung at her adversary. "Fuck you!" Tonia launched herself onto Janice once more. Despite their anger, the girls were loath to actually strike each other. They wrestled instead. But grappling with each other while coated in mud was difficult, and they constantly slid out of each other's grasp. Each time they did so, their uniforms slipped or ripped a bit further as well. In no time at all, there was little left but a few sodden strands of material wrapped awkwardly about their bodies. Even their stockings were shredded, and their boots -- filled with slick ooze -- slid off their feet. Tonia was on her hands and knees, with Janice above her. Rand's tits slid back and forth across Barrows' back as she leaned into her. One hand wrapped around Tonia's shoulders, seeking a handhold among her tits, while another reached between her legs. "There's nothing between Doctor McCoy and me! Whatever gave you that idea?" "I just don't want you sniffin' around him, that's all!" If Tonia had been wrong, she was not yet prepared to admit it. She also couldn't admit the exhilaration she felt as Janice's boobs flattened themselves against her back, while Janice inadvertently groped her own tits beneath. Worse still was that other slick hand between her legs -- mere inches from her pussy. Janice had such nice hands, Tonia suddenly recalled. Soft, with long slender fingers. Ohhh, those fingers! Tonia squirmed and tried to slip free. They both struggled to their feet, but slipped and fell again, each falling backwards, away from each other. For a moment of stunned silence, they laid in the bog, knees up, staring at each other between spread legs. A high pitched sound escaped Janice's lips. For a moment, Tonia thought she was trying to stifle a sob. Suddenly, Janice threw her head back and let out a screeching laugh. As Jan struggled for breath between shrieks, Tonia was infected by her silliness and began chuckling as well. The absurdity of their predicament was suddenly apparent. "'Sniffing around'? Where in the world did you hear that?" laughed Rand. "I don't know." Tonia raised her muddy hands before her and inspected them. "Oh, boy. Geez, Jan, I'm sorry." "Eh." Janice waved off her apology as she tried to pick a bit of grit out of her mouth. This was impossible in their present condition -- she only got more dirt in her mouth. She finally gave up and hocked a most un-lady-like lugee off to the side. "Today's Saturday, right? I needed a bath anyway." They both resumed their laughing as they struggled out of the muck. Doctor McCoy finally came out of hiding, trying to pretend he was just now arriving on the scene. "What the devil is going on here?" he asked, thoroughly ogling the naked women as he approached them. "We were just having a bit of fun," offered Rand. As he drew near, the women stepped around him, causing him to pivot. "Fun? It looked like a fight!" McCoy stopped himself too late. "So!" said Tonia accusingly. "You were watching the whole time." She and Rand stepped closer to the Doctor. "Well, I... I might have seen... *something*... but... but..." He took a step backwards. Looking over his shoulder, he fearfully realized that he had been cornered and backed up to the edge of the bog. He looked back at the two yeomen before him. "You wouldn't..." The two girls smiled at each other. "Of course not, Doctor," said Janice as she turned away. Tonia stepped closer still to the Doctor and draped Janice's discarded tricorder over his shoulder. "Be a dear, Plum, and fetch us two more uniforms from the ship." She leaned up and kissed him innocently on the cheek, leaving a heart-shaped smudge of mud behind. She moved over to Janice and put her arm around her waist. "We'll be washing up at a pond right down that path," she added, pointing. McCoy watched speechlessly as the two mud-caked girls turned and began walking away from him. He watched their gray-brown butts jiggle as they moved away, and noted with intense interest when each girl's hand slid down from waists to said butts, with playful pats and squeezes. Tonia suddenly stopped and turned. With a seductive wink, she cooed, "And no sneaking up to spy on us this time. There's no telling *what* we may be up to." (End) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: