Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!news.glorb.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!ngpeer.news.aol.com!feed3.newsreader.com!newsreader.com!yellow.newsread.com!bad-news.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.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: "Elizabeth Helena" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW DS9 "Too Much Information" Mea Culpa challenge (G/B, O'B) [PG-13] 1/1 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 104 Date: Tue, 07 Sep 2004 00:55:28 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1094518528 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 06 Sep 2004 20:55:28 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 06 Sep 2004 20:55:28 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83954 X-Received-Date: Mon, 06 Sep 2004 17:55:55 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Too Much Information Author: Elizabeth Helena Series: DS9 Codes: G/B, O'B, challenge response Rating: PG-13 because I'm not going to tell your children about the contents of tacky sex shops. They should learn about it on the streets just like we did. Warning: Mea culpa for a potentially unforgivable pun at the end. Spoilers: Only if you've never heard of the good ship "Defiant," and Kukalaka, Doctor Bashir's first patient and teddy bear :-). Summary: Stephen's Mea Culpa Challenge: Kukalaka and O'Brien's Dedication: To Cait, for her brave defence of the station against polyester mini-skirt wearing insurgents. In addition, just after I'd drafted this story, including its title, I checked asceml and discovered that she'd posted the DS9 story "TMI." First Birgit, now Cait ... shesh, I'm used to consciously plundering other people's stories and postings for inspiration, but I never suspected before that there was a trek collective unconscious. Disclaimer: This is what happens when you live with twelve other women in a former convent. Oh, not that kind of disclaimer? I did not receive payment for this story, and I rather doubt Carl Jung did either. Further Thanks to: Mosca and Mark Russel Stanley for reminding us all that Kukalaka is over the age of consent ;-). Feedback: Other than asking if I own the implements described (I do not!), feedback is very welcome. I can be reached playing with my tasteful sex toys at elizabeth loves her thesaurus @ hotmail.com (no spaces) or on the list. Archiving: I'm only planning on refusing the Risean House of Over- priced Horga'hns ;-). Blatant misuse of a quote I happen to really like: "Be assured that if you knew all, you would pardon all." Thomas A. Kempis Too Much Information "I am truly sorry." Garak paced the length of the Defiant's cramped Infirmary. Julian sulked, "I told you what my bear means to me." "I didn't think you would be this offended." The Cardassian responded, honestly this time, adding for good measure, "And Kukalaka was not harmed in any way." "No, you just managed to traumatize every childhood memory of Kuk I have!" The Doctor stormed over to the supply cabinet and pretended to be extremely busy. Cardassian pride informed Elim that he had abased himself enough. "Perhaps if you hadn't offended my sensibilities quite so brutally, I might not have done it." Julian blushed, but he refused to turn away from his haphazard inventory. "Look, I thought we'd agreed to experiment with bondage," he muttered. "Julian, they were pink," Garak's lips curled in distaste, "and fuzzy." "They were the best quality restraints from Risa!" Waving his hand to emphasize this point, Bashir accidentally knocked several hypos and ampoules to the floor. "Still, on an aesthetic level, I hardly think my reaction was out of line." Frustrated, Julian bent over to retrieve the medical supplies he'd scattered under the bio-bed. "Garak, you handcuffed my Kuk to the bed!" A strangled gasp caused Julian to turn his head around, and to his horror, he saw a ghost-white O'Brien standing in the doorway. "Woah, too much information!" Miles stammered, and fled the Infirmary. As Bashir ran after the Chief, Garak sat heavily with a sigh. If he ever wanted to see his beloved Doctor naked again, the Cardassian reflected, he'd better start composing more apologies now. - the end - ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: