I had a lot of fun writing the story with Clara Oswald and just as I finished it I got the inspirationg for another story involving another companion of the Doctor. Hope you enjoy.
An holosuite drama: Amy Pond vs Jadzia Dax
The TARDIS materialized with a comforting groan in the bustling promenade of Deep Space 9. The Doctor stepped out, his tweed jacket flapping in the artificial breeze. " Deep Space Nine, the most happening spot in the Alpha Quadrant, a meeting place for all sorts of species and stories.” said the Doctor, a twinkle in his eye as he exited the TARDIS.
"Why are we here Doctor?" Amy questioned.
“I need to catch up with my old friend, Guinan" the Doctor replied with a hint of mystery. “Now, while I handle that, I suggest you explore the station. It's quite safe, and since we're in the Federation, money isn't a concern. They don't use it here."
Amy Pond, ever the adventurous companion, took in the sights and sounds of the diverse crowd. The smell of exotic spices wafted from the various food stalls, and the chatter of a dozen languages filled the air. She wandered through the corridors, past the gleaming bulkheads, until she found herself drawn to the warm, inviting lights of Quark's bar. She stepped inside, and the atmosphere hit her like a wave. It was a cacophony of laughter and music, the clink of glasses and the murmur of conspiracies. She felt a smile spread across her face.
Quark, the bar's infamous owner, looked up from his duties, his eyes lighting up at the sight of a new face. "Welcome, welcome! What can I get you?" he said in his distinctive Ferengi accent.
Amy scanned the menu, her eyes widening at the exotic drink names. "How about something... Bajoran?" she ventured.
Quark's smile grew. "Ah, a Canar for you, then. The finest drink in the house," he said, sliding a frothy blue beverage across the counter.
The first sip was like nothing Amy had ever tasted. It was sweet and bitter, with a hint of something she couldn't quite place. "It's good," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"Good? It's the best!" Quark exclaimed. "Now, tell me, what brings you to my little corner of the galaxy?"
"Just passing through," Amy said with a shrug, sipping her drink. "My friend had some important business with a friend named Guinan."
Quark's smile grew even wider. "Ah, the elusive Guinan. She's got more secrets than a Tellarite politician. But while you're here, why not make the most of it?"
The Doctor's words echoed in her mind: "no funny business." But the allure of a good party was too tempting. "Why not?" she said, taking another sip.
SUMMARY^1: Amy enters Quark's bar, orders a Bajoran Canar, and gets drawn into the festive ambiance. Quark engages her in conversation, and despite the Doctor's warning, she's tempted by the idea of enjoying herself.
The night grew merrier as Amy mingled with the eclectic patrons of Quark's. A trio of Bolian singers took the stage, their voices blending into a harmony that seemed to resonate through the very air. The crowd swayed to the music, and soon, Amy found herself at the center of a dance floor, her laughter ringing out as she twirled with a Betazoid with a penchant for terrible jokes. The drinks kept flowing, and the Doctor's warning grew fainter with each delicious sip.
But as the music swelled and the lights grew brighter, she noticed that Quark had a keen eye on her tab, which was growing longer than the line for the replicator at breakfast. She felt a twinge of unease but shrugged it off. After all, the Doctor had said money wasn't an issue here.
"Having fun, little human?" Quark asked, sliding another round of drinks to her.
"The best!" Amy exclaimed; her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"I'm so pleased to hear it," Quark said with a knowing smile. "Especially since you're spending quite the fortune."
The music and laughter seemed to fade a bit as Amy's smile faltered. She reached into her pocket, her hand closing around... nothing. "Wait, what do you mean?"
Quark's expression grew serious. "Deep Space Nine might be in the Federation, but it's still under Bajoran rule. And here, my dear, we still deal in the currency of gold-pressed Latinum." He tapped the tab with a clawed finger. "And it seems you've acquired quite the tab.".
Panic began to set in as Amy realized her mistake. The Doctor had mentioned Guinan, but not the station's actual governance. She had been so caught up in the revelry that she hadn't paid attention to the finer details.
"But... but I don't have any money!" she stuttered, her eyes darting around the room for a way out.
Quark leaned closer, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Don't worry, I've got just the solution for you," he said with a sly smile. "How about you work off that tab?"
Amy's eyes widened. "Work it off?"
Quark nodded, his smile never wavering. "Indeed. I could use some... entertainment for a very special client. My holosuite has been recently upgraded. I'm sure you'll find it quite... enchanting."
Amy eyed him warily. "What kind of entertainment are we talking about?"
Quark's smile grew even more sly. "It's all just a bit of acting, my dear. In my holosuite, I've got a simulation program. It's set on the late 20th century Earth, in a place called 'The Ridge' - it's a soap opera. You know, drama, romance, a bit of scandal. It's all quite harmless fun, really," he assured her.
Amy frowned, her grip tightening on her glass. "And what would I have to do?"
"Just play a little role," Quark said smoothly. "One of my most esteemed female patrons has grown rather bored with the usual holographic fare. She's quite the fan of your 20th century Earth soap operas, you see. She's been spending hours in the holosuite. But the program's gotten a bit stale. She's been asking for some fresh drama, and that's where you come in," he explained, leaning in closer.
Amy raised an eyebrow. "So, you want me to pretend to be part of this soap opera?"
"Exactly!" Quark beamed. "Just play along with the scenario, interact with the holographic characters, and make sure my client gets her money's worth."
Amy considered her options. The Doctor was busy with his own matters, and she had no doubt he'd find a way to bail her out if things went sideways. Plus, she'd always fancied herself a bit of an actress. "Alright," she said with a grin, slamming her empty glass on the counter. "Let's do it!"
Quark's eyes gleamed with greed as he reached across the bar to shake her hand. His grip was firm, his palm surprisingly dry and cool for a Ferengi. "Excellent choice," he said. "Follow me."
He led her to a dimly lit corridor behind the bar, opening a door to a small dressing room. Inside, a rack of garments was illuminated by a solitary light. At the center of the rack, hanging like a precious jewel, was an emerald cocktail dress that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Amy couldn't resist reaching out to touch the delicate fabric. It felt like liquid silk.
"This should fit," Quark said, holding out the dress. "It's been a hit with other... performers."
Amy took it gingerly, feeling the softness of the material between her fingers. "I'm not a performer, Quark."
"Oh, it's just a bit of role-playing. You'll be a natural," he assured her, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
With a sigh, Amy slipped out of her attire and into the emerald dress. It hugged her curves in a way that made her feel both elegant and vulnerable. She looked in the mirror, and for a moment, she was not the girl from the Scottish countryside but a starlet from a bygone era. "Well, if I'm going to do this, I might as well go all in," she murmured to herself.
Quark hovered in the doorway; his hands clasped. "Perfect," he said, his gaze lingering on the dress. He offered a small device to Amy. “This is a communicator, put it into your ear: I will guide you during the simulation, if you want to say something to me, don’t speak, just think. My client is the station scientific officer Jadzia Dax.”
“How do I recognize her?” Amy asked.
“Oh, it’s easy: she the only non human character.”
Amy's scepticism grew, but she had little choice. She stepped into the holosuite, the door swishing shut behind her with a hiss that echoed her apprehension. The walls flickered to life, and she found herself on the set of 'The Ridge', the holographic world as real as the one she had just left behind. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers. She took a tentative step, feeling the lawn beneath her feet.
Outside the holosuite, Rom, Quark's brother, approached with a concerned expression. "Quark, have you informed her about the client's peculiar concept of 'entertainment'?" His voice was a whisper, as if afraid the very walls would betray his concern.
Quark's smile remained unfazed. "Don't worry, brother. It's just a little harmless fun. Besides. I'm sure she's seen stranger things than a bit of holographic drama," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the tab that was now decreasing with every passing moment.
Inside the suite, the walls of the holosuite had morphed into the garden of a grand country club, the kind that existed only in the most extravagant of late 20th century imaginations. A fake Californian sun glittered overhead, casting a warm, golden glow over the outdoor furniture and the luscious flowers. A string quartet played a soft melody in the corner, and the murmur of polite conversations filled the air. Amy felt like she had stumbled into an episode of 'Downton Abbey' meets 'Dynasty'.
The holographic characters were so lifelike that for a moment, she had to remind herself they weren't real. She mingled with them effortlessly, sipping a non-alcoholic cocktail that somehow still managed to make her feel a bit tipsy. The holographic men were charming, their smiles as perfect as their tuxedos, and the women were elegant, their laughter as brittle as the fine china. They talked of parties and politics, of scandals that had never occurred and romances that existed only in Quark's data banks.
And then, across the room, she saw her. Jadzia Dax, Quark's client, was a vision in scarlet. The spots on her skin glinted in the soft light, like stars scattered across the velvet sky of the holosuite's ceiling. She was a stark contrast to the pastel hues that dominated the room, a beacon of exotic beauty. Amy felt a thrill of nerves run down her spine. Quark told her Jadzia wasn’t human; but Amy couldn’t help but notice that, except for the spots, she not only looked like a human woman, but also an extremely sexy one. This was it. Time to get to work.
Jadzia's eyes met hers, and for a moment, it was as if the entire room had fallen silent. The air grew thick with anticipation as Amy made her way over, her holographic heels clicking on the marble floor. She knew she had to play this part just right.
"Ah, Miss Pond, I presume," Jadzia purred, extending a graceful hand. "The Country Club has been buzzing with excitement over our latest addition. Welcome to 'The Ridge'!"
Amy took her hand, feeling the warmth of the Trill's touch. "Thank you," she replied, gleefully playing along. "I've heard quite a bit about you, Miss Dax."
Jadzia's smile was like a cat who had caught a particularly large mouse. "Oh, I'm sure you have," she said, her gaze flicking to the holographic men surrounding her. "But I've heard even more about your husband."
Amy's eyes widened in mock shock. "Husband? Whatever do you mean?" she asked, playing the part of the unsuspecting wife to perfection.
"Oh, darling, don't play coy," Jadzia said, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "I've seen the way he looks at me. The way his gaze lingers when he thinks no one's watching."
Amy felt the beginnings of a giggle bubbling up inside her but managed to suppress it. "My husband is a very busy man," she said, her voice tightening like a bowstring. "He doesn't have time for... distractions."
Jadzia leaned in, her breath a warm whisper against Amy's ear. "But what if the distraction is too tempting to resist?"
Amy took a step back, her eyes flashing. "You're barking up the wrong tree, Miss Dax. My marriage is unshakeable," she declared, her voice carrying a dramatic flair that would make even Lady Catherine de Bourgh proud.
The crowd around them grew hushed, their holographic eyes locked onto the unfolding drama. The Doctor had once told her that humans were the most dramatic species in the galaxy, and she was about to prove it.
Jadzia's smile grew. "We'll see about that," she murmured, her eyes glinting with a challenge.
The holographic crowd around them grew more intense, their whispers turning into a palpable buzz as the tension grew. Amy felt the thrill of the moment, the excitement of the unfolding drama. She had always loved a good show, and now she was in the midst of one, the leading lady in a tale of passion and betrayal. She straightened her shoulders, standing tall in the emerald dress that had become her armour.
"You listen to me, Jadzia Dax," she began, her voice strong and clear, echoing through the holosuite. "I am not some naive lamb you can manipulate for your own amusement. I am Amy Pond, and I will not stand idly by while you attempt to worm your way into my marriage!"
Jadzia's smile grew, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Oh, but you are, aren't you?" she retorted, her own voice dripping with the same over-the-top drama that Amy had served. "You're just another fleeting amusement for your husband. Soon enough, he'll tire of you and move on to someone more... enlightened. Someone like me."
Amy's hand tightened around the delicate stem of her cocktail glass, the ice-cold condensation slipping against her skin. "You think you know everything," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "But you know nothing of love, of loyalty."
With a flourish that would have made Lady Catherine proud, Amy threw the contents of her glass directly into Jadzia's face. The room gasped, the holographic liquid splashing across Jadzia's perfect skin, soaking the crimson fabric of her dress. For a moment, the entire holosuite stood still, the music screeching to a halt, the conversations dying away like the last echoes of a forgotten melody. Amy thought that maybe she overdid, but suddenly, Amy's ear was filled with the unmistakable sound of Quark's voice, a chuckle echoing through the tiny device. "That's the spirit! Well done miss Pond!”
Jadzia's smile grew even wider, her eyes sparkling with a wicked anticipation. "Is that a challenge, Miss Pond?" she purred, wiping the fake liquid from her cheek with a dramatic flair.
“Tell her it's a challenge!" Quark whispered, his voice a conspiratorial hiss in the tension-filled room.
Amy took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the scene build around her. "Yes," she said, her voice steady. "It's a challenge."
Jadzia's eyes narrowed, and with a sudden movement that defied the elegance of the moment, she lunged at Amy, grabbing a fistful of her fiery red hair. Amy yelped in surprise but didn't miss a beat, pushing back with all her might. The two women tumbled on the grass, the fabric of their dresses ripping with the force of their struggle. The holographic patrons of the country club gasped and murmured, their shock quickly turning to delight as they realized the entertainment had just kicked up a notch.
Quark's chuckle grew louder in Amy's ear. "Oh, I knew you'd catch on quickly," he said, his voice brimming with mischief. "Keep it up, the client loves a good catfight!"
Amy's mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. "What do you mean, 'catfight'?" she hissed through gritted teeth, her hands trying to free herself from Jadzia's iron grip.
Quark's voice crackled through the psychic communicator. "It's just a little game she plays, dear. Jadzia enjoys a good tussle with the female characters in the holosuite, as a way to blow off some steam. It's all quite harmless, really," he assured her, his laughter belying the seriousness of the situation.
Amy's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flaming redder than the ruins of Pompeii. She was about to give Quark a piece of her mind when she heard Jadzia 's taunting words, "You're just a pathetic, weak woman. How could he ever choose you?"
That was it. The gloves were off—or in this case, the hair was about to be. With a snarl, Amy reached out and grabbed a fistful of Jadzia 's hair. The Trill gasped, but instead of pulling away, she yanked back, a feral grin spreading across her face. The two women were locked in a hair-pulling duel, their holographic locks entangling like serpents fighting over the last piece of fruit in the Garden of Eden.
The crowd's shock had turned to delight, their applause and cheers echoing through the suite as the drama unfolded. The string quartet, unfazed by the chaos, played on, their music now a frantic tango that matched the pulse of the fight. The holographic men hovered around them like moths to a flame, their eyes wide with excitement.
Amy felt a sudden burst of anger, the kind that only comes when someone questions the Doctor's taste in companions. She released one hand from the tangle of Jadzia's hair and balled it into a fist. With a swift, deliberate motion, she slapped the Trill across the cheek, the sound ringing out like a gunshot in the tense silence that had momentarily descended upon the room. The impact was surprisingly real, and Jadzia 's head snapped to the side, the smear of the fake drink still glinting on her skin like a warrior's paint.
The holographic onlookers gasped, their eyes wide with shock and delight. The music stuttered, then picked up again, this time with a more intense, dramatic score. The scene had gone from a polite gathering to a full-blown soap opera brawl in the span of a heartbeat.
Jadzia's smile grew, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she reached up to wipe the remnants of the drink from her cheek. Then, without missing a beat, she slapped Amy back with a force that sent the Time Lord's companion reeling. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of the unspoken rule of 'The Ridge': all's fair in love and war.
Amy's cheek stung, but she felt a thrill run down her spine. For months, she had faced down the most terrifying creatures in the galaxy, and yet here she was, in a holographic brawl over a man who wasn't even real. The absurdity of it all made her laugh, a wild, uncontrolled laughter that seemed to infect the very air around her.
Jadzia paused, her hand poised for another strike, and then she too began to laugh. It was a deep, throaty sound that seemed to hold the promise of secrets and whispers shared in the dark. "You're quite the spitfire, aren't you?" she said, her eyes gleaming with something that could have been admiration.
Amy pushed herself to her feet, her dress a mess of torn fabric and holographic grass stains. She straightened her shoulders and looked Jadzia in the eye. "I am," she said, her voice still carrying that hint of laughter. "And I think I can handle a fallen woman like you."
Jadzia 's smile grew, the challenge clear. She leaned back on the lush, holographic grass, her body a picture of casual elegance. "Oh, you think so?" she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Amy mirrored the pose, her own grin just as sly. "I know so," she replied, the words dripping with confidence.
Without another word, the two women crashed into each other, their bodies colliding with the grace of a pair of dancers and the ferocity of a couple of alley cats fighting over territory. They rolled across the holographic lawn, the fabric of their dresses tearing and their hair flying in every direction. The crowd around them had forgotten their drinks and their gossip, their full attention on the unfolding drama. The holographic men were no longer hovering; they were leaning in, their eyes glued to the fight like it was the final match in the Quarterfinals of the Galactic Cup.
Amy's hand snaked out, grabbing a handful of Jadzia 's dress, the material giving way easily. The Trill yelped as the fabric tore, her shapely leg flashing out, the smooth skin marred with scratches from the fake grass. Jadzia retaliated, her own hand reaching for Amy's dress, the seams straining under the pressure. The emerald green fabric ripped, revealing the Time Lord's companion's long, toned legs, which she used to their full advantage as she kicked and twisted, trying to break free from the other woman's grasp.
But it was in that moment of desperation that Jadzia 's hand found its mark. Her cold fingers closed around one of Amy's breasts, squeezing with a merciless grip that sent a shockwave of pain through her body. The room seemed to spin around her as the laughter and music grew distant, replaced by the sound of her own ragged breathing and the thundering of her heart in her chest.
Amy's eyes watered, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she channeled her fury into action. With a snarl that would have done a Klingon proud, she reached up and raked her nails down Jadzia 's cheek, the sound of Dax’ shriek tearing through the air like a knife through warm butter. The Trill's grip loosened, and Amy took advantage of the momentary distraction to push herself free, the fabric of her dress hanging in tatters.
The two of them knelt in the grass, their legs splayed out in a pose that was more reminiscent of a wrestling match than a high society soirée. The smell of the fake turf was surprisingly real, the coolness of it against her skin a stark contrast to the heat of her anger. She stared at Jadzia , her eyes narrowed into slits. For a moment, they just stayed there, panting and glaring, the tension palpable between them.
Then, with a roar that seemed to come from the depths of her very soul, Amy launched herself at Jadzia , her hands aiming for the other woman's neck. She felt a wild exhilaration, a rush of adrenaline that took her back to her schoolyard days, when she'd take on any bully who dared to mess with her or her friends. This was a battle she knew, a dance she'd danced before.
But Jadzia was no schoolyard pushover. She was quick and strong, her movements a blur as she blocked Amy's attack, twisting the human's wrists until she cried out in pain. The Trill's eyes flashed with something new: respect. "You're not like the others," she murmured, her grip tightening.
Inside her, something akin to excitement unfurled. This was the kind of challenge she craved. The holographic characters she usually faced were predictable, their reactions programmed and lacking the unpredictable fire that only a living being could bring to the table. But this new character, with her fiery spirit and unbreakable will, was a wildcard, and that made the game so much more thrilling.
Amy's eyes darted around, searching for an escape from Jadzia 's iron grip. Her wrists were beginning to ache, the pain shooting up her arms like electric shocks. But she knew from experience that giving up was never an option. With a sudden burst of strength, she twisted her body, trying to break free.
Jadzia 's smile grew into a snarl, her grip tightening like a vice. "You're not going anywhere," she said through clenched teeth.
But Amy had other ideas. With a sudden, surprising move, she sank her teeth into Jadzia 's right arm, her jaw locking down like a steel trap. The Trill yelped in pain, her grip loosening enough for Amy to break free. She stumbled backward, her dress hanging in tatters, revealing the raw determination etched on her face. She had faced Daleks and Cybermen, and she wasn't about to be bested by this woman.
The crowd had gone wild, their cheers and catcalls mixing with the dramatic soundtrack. Quark watched the scene unfold with a mix of excitement and concern. He tapped his communicator. "Remember the rules, Miss Pond! Stay in character!"
Amy wiped the blood from her mouth, her eyes alight with a fiery determination. Jadzia 's arm was red and bruised, a clear indication of her tenacity. The Trill's gaze never left Amy's, a silent challenge that spoke volumes. This wasn't just a game anymore; it was personal.
With a roar of defiance, Amy tackled Jadzia , her body slamming into hers like a meteor into the Earth's atmosphere. The holographic grass beneath them bent and snapped as they rolled, their legs and arms entangling in a mess of fabric and fury. The crowd's cheers grew louder, the music swelling to match the intensity of the scene.
Amy knew she couldn't outmatch the Trill in brute strength. Jadzia was built for combat, her body a sleek, deadly weapon. But she had one advantage: she knew what it was like to be the underdog, to fight with everything she had against impossible odds. And she wasn't about to let that slip away.
With a fierce growl, she straddled Jadzia , her legs planted firmly on either side of the alien's hips. The Trill's eyes widened in surprise as Amy pinned her arms to the ground, her grip surprisingly firm despite the tremble in her fingers. The crowd's cheers grew more frenzied, the holographic men leaning in closer, their faces a mix of shock and excitement.
Amy leaned down, her teeth bared in a snarl. "You think you can take what's mine?" she spat out, her eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness that surprised even herself.
Jadzia 's eyes narrowed, her smile cold and calculated. "Your husband will tire of you soon enough," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "He'll come to me, looking for something... more.".
Amy felt a surge of anger boil through her veins. “He isn't yours to take," she growled, her eyes flashing with a fiery intensity that could have melted the holodeck's circuits. Without a moment's hesitation, she lowered her mouth to Jadzia 's right breast and bit down, hard.
Jadzia 's scream was a mix of pain and exhilaration and for a split second, she forgot she was in a holographic environment. The sensation was so real, so visceral. No other character in "The Ridge" had ever fought back with such primal ferocity. She felt a strange thrill run through her, a thrill she hadn't felt since her days as a young trainee on her native planet. It was intoxicating.
Amy pulled back, panting, her teeth marks already fading from the Trill's flesh. "Do you yield?" she asked, her voice hoarse from the exertion and the adrenaline pumping through her body.
Jadzia 's eyes snapped back into focus, the pain in her voice replaced by a low growl of determination. "Never," she spat.
Amy felt a strange thrill at the other woman's refusal to back down. "Good," she said, her voice a low purr. "That's exactly what I was hoping for." She leaned in, her breath hot against Jadzia 's cheek. "You see, I don't just play these games. I live them."
Before Amy could react, Jadzia bucked her hips, sending Amy flying through the air like a ragdoll. She hit the floor hard, the wind knocked out of her as the holographic grass blurred around her. She rolled over, the impact sending ripples through the fabric of the simulation. The crowd's cheers grew more intense, the air thick with the scent of excitement and pheromones.
In a flash, Jadzia was on her, sitting on her back. Amy felt the Trill's hands in her hair, pulling her head back with a viciousness that was surprisingly real. She grimaced in pain, her eyes watering as the pressure mounted. The room swam before her, the fake sky above spinning like the TARDIS during a rough landing.
But this wasn't a battle for survival—this was a catfight on a holodeck, and she wasn't about to go down without a fight. Summoning every ounce of strength she had, Amy managed to twist her body, sending Jadzia flying. The crowd gasped as the two women rolled across the holographic lawn, the grass tearing beneath them.
Jadzia landed on her back, the wind knocked out of her, and Amy took advantage of the momentary respite to scramble to her feet. She knew the Doctor wouldn't approve of this, but something about it just felt too good to stop. She looked down at the Trill, who was already getting back up, her eyes flashing with a wild, almost feral look.
Amy took a step back, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum. She had fought so many aliens, so many monsters, but never like this. This was raw, primal, and utterly exhilarating.
Jadzia, on the other hand, was getting to her feet with a grace that belied the ferocity of the fight. Her eyes were alight with something new—a wild, unbridled passion that made the air around her crackle with energy.
Her mind raced back to her days at Starfleet Academy, to the countless combat training sessions that had drilled into her the art of disarming and disabling an opponent with precision and efficiency. But as she looked at Amy, her body bruised and her dress in tatters, she realized she didn't want to fight like that, like an officer of the Starfleet: she wanted to fight her like a woman
Jadzia took a step back, watching Amy closely. She felt the eyes of the holographic crowd on her, their whispers and cheers like a symphony of anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of fake grass and the metallic tang of the holodeck's systems. This wasn't a battlefield; it was a stage, and she was the star of her own show.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the holosuite, Amy lunged at her again. Jadzia dodged the initial attack, but the human's legs wrapped around her midsection like a python, squeezing with a strength that was both surprising and exhilarating. They toppled to the ground, their bodies entangled in a dance of passion and rage.
Jadzia grunted, her eyes wide with shock as Amy's thighs closed around her like a vice, the pressure on her abdomen increasing with every passing second. She had felt the strength of a Tellarite wrestler once, but this was something else entirely.
Amy felt a surge of primal instinct take over as she wrapped her legs around Jadzia 's waist, pulling the Trill down onto the holographic grass. With a feral snarl, she tore at the fabric of Jadzia 's dress, the scarlet material giving way to reveal the firm, round mounds of her breasts. The crowd's cheers grew even louder, the holographic men leaning in as if to get a better look at the forbidden fruit.
Her nails raked across Jadzia 's exposed flesh, leaving a trail of red marks that stood out starkly against the Trill's alabaster skin. The alien gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. Amy's own breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with the effort of the fight. She had never felt more alive.
Jadzia, for her part, knew that she could easily break free from the human's grip. Years of Starfleet training had honed her body into a weapon of precision and control. But as she felt Amy's nails dig into her, she realized that this wasn't about winning or losing. This was about something deeper, something primal and raw.
The Trill squirmed and writhed beneath Amy, her body moving with a sinuous grace that was both mesmerizing and infuriating. She knew the human was trying to get the upper hand, but she couldn't help the thrill that ran through her as their bodies slid against one another, the fabric of their dresses shredding away to reveal the contours of their flesh.
Amy's eyes gleamed with the fire of a thousand suns as she leaned down, her teeth bared in a snarl. "Do you yield?" she demanded, her voice hoarse with exertion.
Jadzia 's chest heaved as she panted for air, the pressure of Amy's thighs around her waist like a living embrace that she both craved and feared. For a moment, she was lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, the lines between the two blurring into an intoxicating cocktail of sensation.
Her eyes focused on Amy's, the fiery determination in them unmistakable. "Do you yield?" Amy demanded again, her voice a low growl that seemed to resonate in the very fabric of the holographic world.
Jadzia 's chest rose and fell with each labored breath, the pressure of Amy's thighs around her waist unyielding. She felt the weight of the human's body pinning her down, the warmth of her breath against her skin, and something within her snapped. The thrill of the fight had been intoxicating, but now it was time to concede. With a low moan, she whispered, "Yes."
Amy's grip loosened, and the two women lay panting on the holographic grass, their torn dresses a testament to the fierce struggle that had just transpired. The crowd's cheers faded into the background as they stared into each other's eyes, their chests rising and falling in unison. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, the only sounds the rustle of the grass beneath them and their ragged breaths.
Jadzia 's eyes searched Amy's, the fire in hers dimming to a smolder. She knew that she could have overpowered the human with ease had she fully utilized her Starfleet training, but there was something strangely exhilarating about the possibility of defeat. It was a vulnerability she hadn't felt in a very long time, not since she had been a young initiate learning the ways of her people.
Amy felt the weight of the moment, her own eyes shining with a newfound sense of power. For so long, she had been the damsel in distress, the one who needed saving. But here, in this holographic battleground, she had proven that she could hold her own. She had faced a formidable opponent and come out on top, or at least, not completely destroyed.
With a smug smile, she leaned down to whisper in Jadzia 's ear. "You'll leave my husband alone," she demanded, her voice a soft but firm growl. "He's mine, and if you so much as look at him the wrong way again, I'll make sure you regret it."
Jadzia 's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance, but she nodded, panting. "I yield," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Your... husband is safe from me." The words seemed to stick in her throat, but she forced them out, acknowledging the human's victory.
The holographic crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the chamber. The music swelled, a triumphant symphony that seemed to underscore the intensity of the scene. Amy felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment wash over her. She had never been in a fight like this before, let alone one that ended in such a... compromising position.
But as she lay there, panting and bruised, something shifted within her. A hunger she hadn't known was there grew, demanding to be sated. Amy pushed herself up, her legs straddling Jadzia 's chest. She looked down at the Trill, her eyes alight with a fierce triumph. "You know what?" she said, her voice ringing out over the holographic lawn. "You should show everyone here who's boss."
Jadzia 's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye. She had always enjoyed the power dynamics of the holodeck catfights, the thrill of watching her holographic opponents squirm and beg for mercy. But the idea of being the one to submit, to acknowledge defeat to a creature as fiery and unpredictable as Amy Pond, sent a thrill through her that was both unsettling and tantalizing.
"Alright," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the very air of the holosuite. "I'll play your game."
With a grace that belied her exhaustion, Amy shifted her position, her torn dress riding up her thighs to reveal the soft, creamy flesh beneath. The crowd's cheers grew even louder as she lowered herself onto Jadzia 's face, the Trill's eyes widening in surprise before they were obscured by the fabric of her dress.
For a moment, there was only the sound of fabric brushing against skin and the hushed whispers of the audience as they watched the scene unfold. Then, the music swelled, the strings of the string quartet playing a dramatic crescendo that seemed to underscore the eroticism of the situation. Amy felt the heat of Jadzia 's breath against her most intimate parts, the sensation both thrilling and slightly disconcerting.
The Trill's tongue flicked out, tentative at first, but growing bolder with each passing second. Amy's legs trembled, and she had to grip the holographic grass to keep from collapsing. She had never felt anything like this, the combination of power and vulnerability sending shockwaves through her body.
Quark's voice crackled over the psychic communicator. "Miss Pond, this… this was not planned: she might find out that you are human!" But Amy barely heard him, lost in the sensations that were flooding her senses. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt before. She didn't care about the Doctor, or the debt, or even the fact that she was in the middle of a holographic battleground. This was about her, about her victory.
Jadzia 's tongue grew bolder, exploring and teasing, and Amy couldn't help but gasp. The crowd's cheers grew more feverish, the music reaching a crescendo that seemed to echo the pounding of her heart. Her body moved of its own accord, grinding against the Trill's face as she sought more, needing more.
Jadzia 's hands found their way around Amy's hips, pulling her closer, her movements urgent and needy. The sensations were overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that drowned out the rest of the world. All that existed was the heat between her legs and the insistent pressure of Jadzia 's tongue.
Amy threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. The crowd's cheers grew louder, the men's eyes glazed over with a hunger that matched her own. She could feel the holographic grass beneath her, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the fire that raged through her veins. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode the wave of pleasure that Jadzia 's mouth brought her.
But even as the Trill's tongue danced across her folds, a part of her remained aware of the situation, the absurdity of it all. Here she was, a time-traveling human, fighting in a holographic scenario for the amusement of an alien and somehow, she had ended up in a position she never could have anticipated.
The Doctor would be furious, she thought with a grin. The very idea of him walking in on this scene was almost comical. But she couldn't bring herself to care. This was her moment, her victory, and she was going to enjoy it.
Jadzia 's tongue continued to probe and tease, each flick sending bolts of pleasure through Amy's body. Her thighs tightened around the Trill's head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The holosuite's audience watched, transfixed, as the human's body began to quiver.
Amy felt the pressure building, a crescendo of sensation that washed over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out a scream that was part ecstasy, part triumph. The crowd erupted into cheers as she bucked and trembled, her climax painting Jadzia 's face in a display of passion that was both raw and uninhibited.
As the waves of pleasure receded, she leaned back, panting heavily. The Trill's eyes were dark with desire, her breath hot against Amy's inner thigh. "Not bad," Amy managed to murmur, her voice thick with satisfaction.
A waiter, his holographic form as realistic as the grass beneath them, approached with a tray of drinks. He offered Amy a glass of wine with a knowing smile. The liquid was a deep, rich red, the scent of it reminiscent of a fine Bordeaux she had once shared with the Doctor.
"Take it," Quark's voice echoed in her mind, urgent and insistent. "Give it to her, or we're all in for it."
Amy looked down at the glass of wine in her hand, the liquid swirling with a seductive allure. The Doctor would be furious if he knew what she had done, but something told her that this was the way to end the night. With a mischievous smile, she offered it to Jadzia. "Here," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the holographic chamber. "You've earned it."
The Trill took the glass with a shaky hand, her eyes never leaving Amy's. She took a tentative sip, the wine cool and velvety on her tongue. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted, a blend of sweetness and power that seemed to mirror the human's own fiery spirit. As she drank, she felt the tension in her body ease, the adrenaline of the fight giving way to a gentle lassitude.
With a sigh, she lay back on the grass, the fabric of her dress clinging to her damp skin like a second skin. Amy watched her, a strange mix of satisfaction and concern playing across her features. "Jadzia?" she whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to touch the alien's cheek.
But there was no response. The Trill's eyes were closed, her breathing shallow and even. She had passed out. The holographic crowd, once so raucous, had gone eerily silent, their forms flickering and fading into the night like ghosts at the break of dawn.
Quark's voice, a mix of relief and excitement, broke the silence. "Miss Pond, that was quite the performance!" He stepped into the holosuite, his Ferengi features a mask of greed and admiration. "You've really outdone yourself!"
Amy's eyes narrowed as she pushed herself up from the grass, her legs still wobbly. The adrenaline from the fight was wearing off, leaving her feeling both exhilarated and disgusted. She slapped Quark across the face, the sound echoing through the empty holosuite. "You set me up," she snarled, her hand stinging from the impact. "You knew this wasn't just a soap opera."
Quark held up his hands in defense, his smile slipping into a more earnest expression. "Now, now, Miss Pond," he said, his voice oily. "It was all just a bit of fun, a way for you to work off your debt. And let's be honest, you seemed to enjoy playing the part." His eyes glanced down at Jadzia 's unconscious form.
Amy's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She looked around the holosuite, the once-thrilling environment now feeling cold and cheap. "How much did I work off?" she demanded, her voice still shaking from the intensity of the fight and the subsequent release.
Quark checked a pad in his hand, his eyes scanning the numbers. "Let's see..." he murmured, his grin widening. "With the performance fee and the tips from the patrons, I'd say you've paid off your tab and then some."
Amy felt a mix of relief and anger. "And Jadzia?" she asked, her voice tight. "What happens to her?"
Quark's smile grew wider. "Oh, she'll be back to her duties in a couple of hours, I'd wager," he said. "The Andorian wine is quite potent, you know, especially when is spiked with a Romulan sedative. It's all part of the experience. She'll wake up with a bit of a headache, a glorious new memory, and no recollection of the... details."
Amy stared at him, her eyes narrowing. "You planned this," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You knew this would happen."
Quark's expression remained as innocent as a newborn tribble, his hands still held up in a placating gesture. "What? No, no, Miss Pond, it's all just part of the experience!" He protested, his smile slipping slightly. "Why would I do such a thing?"
Amy didn't bother to argue further. She knew she had been manipulated. Shaking her head, she climbed to her feet, her legs still wobbly from the intensity of their encounter. She stepped over Jadzia 's limp form and made her way back to the dressing room, the fabric of her torn dress clinging to her sweat-slicked skin like a second, unwelcome layer. Once inside, she quickly pulled on her clothes, the fabric feeling foreign and uncomfortable against her flushed skin. She looked at herself in the mirror, the fiery determination from earlier replaced by a cold, hard anger.
The Doctor would be furious if he found out, she thought. But something told her that she couldn't tell him. Not just because it was embarrassing, but because she had enjoyed it. The power, the passion, the sheer life-affirming rush of the fight had been like nothing she had ever felt before. It was a secret she would carry with her, a dark little thrill that she could pull out and examine when she was alone in the quiet of the TARDIS.
The door to the holosuite slid open, and the cool, artificial breeze of the Promenade washed over her, a stark contrast to the heat of the room she had just left. The crowd had dissipated, leaving only Quark and Rom standing outside.
"Did you get it all?" Quark asked, his voice low and eager.
Rom nodded, "Yes, brother. I recorded everything, as you requested."
Quark's eyes lit up with glee as he rubbed his hands together. "Excellent! The holosuite character based on her is going to be worth a fortune.” He chuckled to himself, already thinking of the influx of patrons who would come to see the fiery human in action. "Amy Pond," he mused, the name rolling off his tongue like a sweet dessert wine. "We'll have to add her to our regular lineup. She's got the kind of spunk that brings in the crowds!"
