Something Else Entirely [Backpost, 18+]

Posted on 29 May 2014 @ 1:39pm by Commander Andreus Kohl
Edited on 30 May 2014 @ 3:27pm

1,777 words; about a 9 minute read

Location: USS Berengaria - Deck 9, Holodeck One
Timeline: Years and years ago, when Andreus Kohl was (somewhat) younger


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A vicious smile sliced across Andreus Kohl's face. Perhaps it was the blond Argelian himself, or perhaps it was a sludge-monster who was shaped remarkably like him. Whatever humanoid form lay within, the surface of the body was caked with sticky, clumpy mud. Slowly raising a fistful of the dripping muck, and winding back his arm, Kohl locked his steely gaze on his nemesis. A single dollop of the mud in his hair dripped onto the bridge of his nose, and despite the sheen of dirt already there, he instinctively blew up at the distraction. A speck of mud shot into his left eye, and he squeezed it shut with a disgusted grunt. He nearly lost his handful of mud, and settled for shooting metaphorical daggers at Amy Reece with his good eye.

Only a single teardrop of mud, rolling down her cheek, marred the porcelain-like skin of Amy Reece's face. The wild curls of her lengthy hair hadn't fared as well; her face was framed by the thick brown mud coating her vibrant, red hair from root to tip. Random smears of wet dirt were apparent across the front of her Starfleet Medical uniform, while the back of her uniform was completely covered in a heavy layer of the muck. Slamming her palms against Kohl's shoulders, Amy snarlingly kicked off from her crouched position, knocking Kohl onto his back with the weight of her own body.

Immersed, Kohl hollered and then coughed, as he caught a mouthful of mud. He blindly mashed a new handful of muck into Amy's face. Spitting clear his own muddy treat, Kohl gave a deranged peel of laughter as Amy's arms flailed and her hands groped to pull free Kohl's. He released his hold, and transferred it to Amy's arms. Legs kicked in the thick sludge, and hips bucked against Amy's to dislodge her. With a strained grunt, Kohl surged upright and tossed Amy onto her back, bringing a grating cry from the other Nurse. Kohl straddled her deftly, and pinned both mud-coated arms back with a triumphant cackle. Amy's slippery body writhed beneath him.

With a heavy grunt, Amy drew up her knees, slamming them into Kohl's back. Despite how jarring it was for both of them, the grip on Amy's arms wasn't released. Raising her legs up closer to her chest, Amy crushed Kohl's arms between her knees.

Kohl groaned out his ache, as his fingertips dug into Amy's livid flesh. His hold broke, and he pulled his arms free by splaying them outwards. Almost instantly, Kohl received a face full of mud. His shocked squeal receded to deep in his throat as he sealed his mouth tightly against the onslaught, and just when the urge arose to suck in a breath and likely a mouthful of thick mud, the hand came away. Kohl rolled onto his side, knocking Amy face-first into the sea of mire, while he coughed out the dirt he'd inhaled. Only the whites of his eyes were distinguishable through his mudmask, and they glared at Amy with ferocity as he pushed onto his knees and began sloughing off the sludge. With an undulating, guttural warcry, Kohl launched himself at the monster from the depths of the thick bog and tackled her. There was an upsurge of mud as the two entangled officers landed, followed by a volley of the dark brown, high-velocity droplets during the ensuing tussle. Squeals and screams and squawks were rampant.

Rolling Kohl off of her own chest, Amy followed her momentum to roll atop of him and grab nearly a fistful of Kohl's honey-brown hair, recently dyed dark-brown by the mud. And from there, the chilly air was filled with shrill, unified shrieks and hisses, and the sloshing of thick mud as bodies thrashed. Neither of them, however, appealed for mercy.



BEFORE...

An infinitely blue sky above him, and an endless tract of verdant grass beneath him, Ensign Andreus Kohl wandered into the thicket of old growth trees. Alongside Amy Reece, the pair of them crossed the twenty metres that separated them from the dirt path. A minute after they began following the gradual turns of the pathway, Kohl murmured, "I don't get it."

"Now, they should have explained this to you back at the Academy," Amy said in a condescending lilt. "Nothing you see here is real. It's all forcefields, holographic imagery, and replicated holodeck matter."

"Ha ha," Kohl said, because he hadn't been amused enough to actually laugh. "No. I mean. Why are we really here?"

Skip-sauntering a few paces ahead of Kohl, Amy said, "This is priceless. This is typical of you. Proto-typical, even. This is exactly what Doctor Sefton was talking about."

Almost as soon as she had said it, Kohl was quick to chirp back, "What was Doctor Sefton talking about?"

"You," Amy accused. She spun around in a dramatic pirouette and raised one arm gracefully to point her index finger at Kohl. "She was talking all about you. She might as well have read out your measurements; she was talking so much about you, despite never mentioning your name."

Scoffing incredulously, Kohl asked, "The entire medical staff is being punished with this torture--"

"Team-building," Amy chidingly interjected.

"With this torture," Kohl repeated, and, of course, he went on, "but it's all only because of me? Really, though?"

"Who else could she have been talking about?" Amy asked, and now it was her turn to sound incredulous. "She said whenever the nurses disagree with her orders, or we don't have enough patients, the nurses pretend not to have heard her and do our own things. Isn't that exactly what you've done here, with your supposed short cut? We're never going to find the rest of the team now. And that's not all she said. She said she doesn't want to hear anymore of your petty jealousies when I get more male attention from our patients than you do."

"She said nothing of that sort," Kohl said, scoffing again.

"Pshaw." Quick to correct him, Amy said, "She implied it."

"Of course," Kohl remarked, as if it was an inevitability. He said it as if it was his doom. "Of course your mind goes there. You're lecturing me on what's wrong with me, and somehow you left turn into the Amy Reece Show. Except... no, the Amy Reece Show would be pornography, wouldn't it?"

"Are you judging me?" Amy asked, as if Kohl were a puppy dipped in honey and rainbows. She thought it was cute. "You're a mattress for the second officer," Amy pointed out, and to get her suggestive point across, she bumped her hips into his.

With a gasp, Kohl asked, "Was it you who started the mattress thing?" Reflexively, Kohl shoved Amy back. "I'm sure I've heard the med techs whispering that for weeks."

"So?" Amy challenged. Her temper rising --half-genuinely and half-playfully-- she slammed her hips against Kohl's again. "The students in the onboard school say I wear 'Fellatio Fuchsia' lipstick. But you started that months before it ever reached their virgin ears."

Reflexively, Kohl shoved Amy away from him again. Losing her balance in her impractically-heeled boots, Amy lurched backward, her arms pin-wheeling as she screamed from her diaphragm. She snatched for Kohl's wrist, to keep from falling, but only ended up dragging him down with her. The nurses hit the muddy ground beyond the path, and immediately started rolling down the steep incline.

Kohl's cries were interposed by grunts each time he was slammed face down into the hill. There was time enough to spit out loose blades of grass mingled with soil, but barely enough time to scream as they were launched off a ledge at the base of the hill. A thick splash followed as both bodies landed heavily in a foot deep bog, and was ensued by groans as their battered bodies protested. Then there was silence.

Absolute incredulous silence was abruptly punctuated by maniacal laughter from both of them.

A vicious smile sliced across Andreus Kohl's face. Perhaps it was the blond Argelian himself, or perhaps it was a sludge-monster who was shaped remarkably like him. Whatever humanoid form lay within, the surface of the body was caked with sticky, clumpy mud. Slowly raising a fistful of the dripping muck, and winding back his arm, Kohl locked his steely gaze on his nemesis. A single dollop of the mud in his hair dripped onto the bridge of his nose, and despite the sheen of dirt already there, he instinctively blew up at the distraction. A speck of mud shot into his left eye, and he squeezed it shut with a disgusted grunt. He nearly lost his handful of mud, and settled for shooting metaphorical daggers at Amy Reece with his good eye.

Only a single teardrop of mud, rolling down her cheek, marred the porcelain-like skin of Amy Reece's face. The wild curls of her lengthy hair hadn't faired as well; her face was framed by the thick brown mud coating her vibrant, red hair from root to tip. Random smears of wet dirt were apparent across the front of her Starfleet Medical uniform, while the back of her uniform was completely covered in a heavy layer of the muck. Slamming her palms against Kohl's shoulders, Amy snarlingly kicked off from her crouched position, knocking Kohl onto his back with the weight of her own body.


AFTER...

The mud that was caked into Kohl and Amy had long since dried out, just like most of their venom and physical energy. Walking side by side down the path, Kohl appeared to be moving with a limp.

"So...who won?" Amy rasped -- her throat sore from all the screaming -- with honest bewilderment.

Kohl snorted gruffly. "Can't say." Limping onwards, he then asked, "...Why did we do that?"

Shrugging helplessly, Amy supposed, "Simple psychology. We first met when you were a senior cadet, belated living out the adolescent you had skipped on Argelius because you were too busy studying for the Academy. I was a much, much, much younger cadet in my first year at the Academy. Now, whenever we're assigned together, we're compelled to regress, and behave as we did then."

"Hunh," Kohl breathed out the sound he made when he found something interesting. Wryly, he added, "I don't remember being this sore back at the Academy. Are we getting too old to be regressing like this?"

"...Not ever."


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