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Personal Log, Stardate 41153.2.So uhm…This is the first log of Ensign Layara Firlas. I’m the first Naterian in Starfleet. The Naterius Collective, my people, aren’t part of the Federation (yet) so one of us getting into the academy was nothing short of a miracle, especially considering how, to humans, we’re essentially just copies of them except we refuse to wear clothes. Their taboo surrounding clothing had always seemed strange. With all their talk of an ideal society they still seem so concerned with taboo like that.Of course this meant I had to wear a uniform during my time at the academy, there was no real way around that, but I didn’t mind as I had been assured that once assigned I’d get to have something a lot closer to an outfit in accordance with my species’ beliefs. And today is the day I’ll find out, as the ship I’ve been assigned to, the USS Felicity, is coming to pick me up. My nerves are killing me.-I found myself waking up at 0800 earth hours. I’d gotten in my usual 2 hours of sleep (once during the day and once during the night is the normal course for us), so I woke up well rested. Getting out of the rather comfortable bed, I moved over to my computer to record my first personal log, and then stepped into the small en suite bathroom. Looking in the mirror I saw my reflection. My lithe, athletic body was pristine and clean-shaven, save for the hair on my head, my eyebrows and a slight patch of pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a triangle.As had been the case all throughout the academy, I had kept my hair fairly short on top, and buzzed down all the way on the sides. Shaving it down completely was a taboo in our culture, as Naterian hair changes color according to mood, and removing said indicator would be completely against the spirit of our nature of openness. My hair was a mix of light green and yellow, a sign of excitement and nervousness. After giving my body a once-over, I stepped into the sonic shower and then made my way out of my room, ready to start the new life ahead of me.The USS Felicity came to pick me up at a Starbase far out near the Naterian border, meaning the people on the station hardly found me a strange sight, walking around naked with little care. There were even a few others of my species around, to see me board my first starship. Some of the Naterian Council members were there, our Federation ambassador, some of my old friends. My mom and dad couldn’t make it sadly, nor any of my siblings, as they’d been stuck at home, caring for my grandparents whose health was ailing.Still, I had spoken with them earlier and they had comforted me, which was all I needed to get myself moving to that transporter. I hadn’t yet received my special uniform yet, so for now I had decided to wear my usual outfit, save for a small strap around my shoulder to which I had pinned my combadge, which allowed me to talk with the Felicity once it arrived. Walking up to the Starbase’s transporter pad, I saw those who had come here for me gathered near the entrance. Seeing all of these important people there for me, made me blush a little. As I stepped forward to greet them, one man stepped forward and greeted me with the usual kiss on the lips before stepping back.“Miss Layara. In the name of the entire Council, we congratulate you with your first Starfleet assignment. We know you will do your best, even if it is only a small position within a large organisation. Although we have our doubts about the true openness of some of these Federation folk, we trust you will be able to show them the benefit of true, unabashed open nature.”As he said this, he grabbed my shoulder and came to stand next to me, talking to me as well as the crowd, who cheered for him as he finished. He then proceeded to guide me through the throng of cheering Naterians into the transporter room. On my way in, I saw some of those familiar faces shouting at me with encouragement, which gave me all the energy I needed to take these final steps of my old life. When we finally arrived at the transporter room, the doors closed behind us and the man from the Council turned to me. I saw he had grown rather erect, so as is only natural in our society, I began to idly jerk him off.However as soon as he did this, he laid his hand on mine and took it off.
“Layara, I do thank you for your kindness, however it won’t be necessary. Seeing you beam up will be all the satisfaction I need.”I blushed at his kind words, and felt my nipples tighten and harden slightly as he moved away from me. The guy manning the transporter had clearly been trying not to stare at what was for him a quite scandalous sight. Giving him a brief playful look, I stepped onto the transporter pad and felt the tingling sensation fill my body as I was beamed up to the USS Felicity.-For a moment it didn’t even seem like I had been transported, as the room I arrived in looked near identical. However it was clear by the fact that the complement of people inside was markedly different. Standing in front of me was a human woman, in her late 30s, perhaps early 40s (due to us not aging outwardly as much, I always found it hard to guess their exact ages), with her dark, red hair tied in a ponytail. Her uniform made it clear that she was the captain. Standing next to her was a man who looked a bit younger than the captain, but carried that same severity and command presence she did. He was clean-shaven with some medium-length black hair draped over his head. Both of them seemed to be human.Behind the transporter console stood a younger woman with short, blonde hair and clearly blushing like all hell when she saw me. Before I could take in the sight any more, the captain stepped forward and held out a hand, which I gladly shook.“Welcome aboard the Felicity, Ensign Firlas. I’m Captain Barbier, this is my first officer, Commander Vanburen.”The captain seemed unbothered by what most humans referred to as unabashed nudity, and so did Commander Vanburen, save for a brief glance at my body and a playful smile. Both of their handshakes were firm, which already told me they knew they were in command, as was only to be expected. Before I could get in a word, the Captain nodded at her first officer and then briefly said to me:“I’ll be getting back to work. Commander Vanburen will give you a tour of the ship.”With that she left, and as she did, I could sense the faintest smell of arousal on her, but it was much fainter than I was used to. It seemed she was good at hiding it. My eyes then darted back to commander Vanburen who held out his hand to help me off the platform. I gladly took it and stepped off. As I did I noticed his eyes looking up at my hair, which had turned a blonde yellow, along with a faintest hint of pink. The latter signified arousal, but I don’t think the commander either knew that or noticed the pink as he just looked back at me right after looking at my hair changing color.“I’d heard of the changing hair colour of Naterians, but it looks that much more amazing in person.”He let out a sensible chuckle and then turned around, leading me out of the transporter room. On my way out, I gave a brief nod to the transporter operator, whose face had turned a bright pink. I made a mental note to try and look her up again later.-During my time at the academy, I’d been inside starfleet ships before, but none as big as this. Commander Vanburen told me it was one of the largest in the fleet, second only to the newly active USS Enterprise-D, which would be starting its maiden voyage today, in fact. The hallways were nicely carpeted, giving a nice and soft sensation to my feet, and the internal temperature was just right, making the air around me almost imperceptible.On our tour, we passed by several people in the hall, plenty of whom gave me a stare of some kind, either in lust, awe, fascination and one or two in disgust. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to from the time I’d spent around non-Naterians between my graduation and now. Our first stop on the tour of the ship was engineering. Everyone was hard at work, running between their work stations and parts of the gorgeous, pulsing warp core. Commanding the group was a strong, muscular man, who was clearly the largest in the room. Commander Vanburen called to him and he approached. Standing in front of us, he completely towered over me, and even came out almost half a head taller than the Commander, who turned to me to introduce the man.“This is Lieutenant Hajek, our chief of engineering.”The mountain of a man smiled kindly and reached out his large hand, which I gladly took, though I knew my hair was turning green from nervousness. Despite his hand nearly swallowing mine whole, his grip was gentle and so was his voice:“It’s nice meeting you, Ensign. You might be surprised to know you’re not the first Naterian I met, so don’t be shocked when I say there’s no need to be nervous.”He then let out a bouldering laugh, and hearing that he was already familiar with my kind actually rather put me at ease, which he noticed by my hair turning a softer blonde color.“Thank you, Lieutenant, I must admit you’re probably the largest humanoid I’d encountered, so forgive my nerves. It definitely puts me at ease to know that there is someone on board familiar with us.”I gave him a thankful nod as he went back to work, and we continued our tour. The next few stops weren’t as of note. There was the mess hall, with the various food replicators, some of the science labs, where I met various scientists and finally the brig, where I hoped I’d never have to come back to. Our next stop of some significance was my quarters, which were conveniently located near the holodecks.My quarters themselves were rather standard for a newly graduated Ensign, a group of 4 beds, each with their own private space cornered off along with a small common room and a shared bathroom. Commander Vanburen informed me I’d be sharing the room with 2 other people, as the fourth spot was for any extra personnel that might get assigned. First there was the ensign who was operating the transporter earlier, a human woman with last name Baxter. Our second roommate would be a female Trill named Pelza Nim. Ever since reading about them, I’d been quite excited about meeting a Trill as their symbiotic life form was rather unique. Commander Vanburen informed me that Nim was a new symbiote, meaning Pelza was its first host, another rather rare occurrence.Though that news alone had been quite the highlight of this tour, following this, we went to the holodeck. As part of my joining Starfleet, I was allowed to submit some holo programs specific to our species. I’d spent some time talking it over with various other Naterians, and I’d eventually submitted what I believed to be a diverse enough spectrum for any Naterian. The commander showed me how to operate the holodeck and then told me to try and load one up.“Are you sure, commander? They might not be entirely to your liking.” I said, wanting to make sure he was comfortable.He shrugged. “Of course, I’ve seen plenty of strange simulations before, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”“Okay then. Computer, load program Nateris 11.” I’d used holosuites before, but it was still a miracle every time to see the room change in front of my eyes. In an instant we were surrounded by a crowd of my people, not close enough to press against us, but also tight enough to catch the commander thoroughly off guard. In front of us was a large wooden stage lit by blue fires. Through the murmur of the crowd I spoke to the commander:“This is the festival of Nuk-Ur. It’s held every 5 years to remember us of the Nuk-Ur, who doused our world into a century long dark age. So we never forget how important our openness is.” While I’d been explaining it to the commander, he seemed more than a bit distracted by the naked bodies around him, clearly not used to it, despite his composure when he first met me. I quickly turned the program off again, seemingly much to the commander’s relief. He was blushing quite a bit, and was also sporting somewhat of an erection, half mast I would say. Scratching his head, he laughed nervously.“I must admit, it’ll uhm…take me some time to get used to seeing that many people naked. W-we should get going.”
In a quick step we left the holodeck, my hair turning pink as I followed behind him, intrigued by how turned on I was by the fact his erection had been concealed from my eyes. For a while he kept walking in front of me, clearly trying to let his arousal die down. Normally I would have pressed him on it, to get him to be more comfortable with it, but he was also my superior, so I didn’t want to say anything to offend him.After a quick pass by the medbay and a few other minor facilities, we arrived on the bridge. At the helm and the conn sat two humans, two men. The captain was in her chair, preoccupied with reading something on the screen besides her. Standing at the back was the Chief of Security, a woman with a beautifully dark skin and deep emerald eyes. Her ears immediately betrayed her Vulcan lineage, but her stare would have done so too as she gave me that cold, calculating look that Vulcans often do. Commander Vanburen introduced me.“Ensign Firlas, meet Chief of Security T’pok, Chief T’pok, meet Ensign Firlas, the first Naterian in starfleet.”Chief T’pok outstretched her hand briefly and shook my hand. Her grip was strong as steel, and much stronger than I’d expected, though not to the point of being painful. She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t feel she had to. It was clear she meant to say ‘You stay out of trouble, I will stay out of your way’. With that we moved to leave, so the commander could take me back to my quarters and show me the uniform I’d be wearing, the specially adapted one. Arriving at the turbolift, it opened and someone stepped out. She seemed human at first, and if I’d had any knowledge of earth cultures, I’d have pegged her as latina, due to her softly tanned skin and facial features, but a sudden sensation told me something else. A voice resounded in my mind as she stepped out of the elevator and reached out her hand.
I’m Doctor Kistrix, a pleasure to finally meet you, Ensign.
She was a betazoid, a full one judging by how easily she spoke to me telepathically. I didn’t know how to respond in kind so I simply smiled and greeted her.“Nice to meet you too Doctor.”I was rather glad to know there was a Betazoid aboard. Of all Federation species, they were the most like our own in terms of culture and open mindedness. Knowing she was the ship’s head doctor was even more of a relief, as I’d met my fair share of embarrassed human doctors that had to examine me. Knowing she would have no shame gave me comfort, but the idea of her giving me a full physical also made other feelings stir, which she clearly picked up on as she turned back to give me a brief, flirty smile, before greeting the captain. Commander Vanburen and I made our way toward my quarters when I began to sense his arousal again. I saw him glance over at the holodecks and figured the simulation was still stuck in his mind. Without saying a word, we entered.Laying on the table at the center of the room was my ‘uniform’. All it was in the end was the top of a normal uniform, consisting of some black fabric to rest on my shoulders as well as a collar to attach my rank pips to. A special combadge was made that would seamlessly stick to my chest, so that was a non-issue as I put it on. After I’d finished dressing, the commander told me there were also some boots next to my bed in case I needed to tread rough terrain along with a standard uniform just in case. I thanked him, and it seemed clear he wanted to leave, but didn’t yet, and I knew all too well why. His erection was impossible to hide and deciding I should be the one to broach the subject, I said:“I can get you off if you like. It’s actually a form of politeness to help someone if you caused them to be aroused among Naterians.”I stepped in closer and rubbed his tenting uniform. He seemed unsure and wanted to blow me off, but at the same time there was nothing forbidding casual sex between crew members, even if they differed in rank, so long as there was no intimate romance involved. Commander Vanburen took a while to think it over, all the while I kept rubbing over his uniform patiently. It seemed that convinced him as he eventually decided to unzip his uniform all the way and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of underwear. In an instant I was on my knees, taking his boxers down and letting his cock jump free. Its smell energized me as I licked his tip.“I told myself I’d not do this on day one, but that simulation, it was just…mmmm…” I said, as I ran my tongue alongside his shaft.It was clear regret was leaving his body, as he let out a long satisfied moan as his length disappeared into my mouth, entirely. This wasn’t the first human cock I’d sucked (not that they differed from Naterian ones at all), so I knew my way around it. I expertly moved my tongue around it as I moved my head back and forth. Two of my fingers had found their way in between my legs as I eagerly played with myself.I felt his hand come to rest on the back of my bright, pink hair as he gently started moving on his own, fucking my face, which I rather liked.“This has got to be the best head I’ve gotten, fuck…”I felt him shudder as my free hand gently ran over the bottom of his ball sack, teasing it as he continued to use my mouth as a hole to fuck. I felt him getting closer and closer and began working toward his finish as I began to fondle his scrotum and occasionally held out at the end of his length to tease his head with my tongue before he shoved me back down to the base.It was during one of these thrust into me that he finally came. His cock rested at the back of my throat, which was of little issue for me, as he began to unload into me, rope after rope. It was thick and healthy, and I eagerly began to swallow it all. I felt he was nearly empty when a shriek suddenly made him pull away and turn to the origin of the sound. At the entrance of my shared room stood the same blonde lady from earlier, face red as the commander’s final few ropes hit her square on her uniform, right around her loins.In Naterian culture it was of poor taste to let get semen go to waste, as it had some nutritional value to us, so without hesitating I removed my hand from between my legs and began licking up the spilled cum right from Ensign Baxter’s crotch. I felt her strong arousal as she stood there frozen in shock, the same for the commander who wasn’t sure what to say. It was only as I finished that the silence was finally broken as the entire ship was stirred to life by two words, joined by flashing lights:
“Red Alert”
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There wasn’t any time for anyone to say anything. Ensign Baxter and Commander Vanburen just stared at each other for a moment as Layara ran a hand down between her legs to scoop up some of her nectar and then lick it off her finger, as a little finisher. It was Vanburen who was the first to react to the Red Alert as he put on his boxers and uniform in quick succession and exited without saying another word. It was clear he was used to putting on his uniform in a hurry. With a blush as bright as the lighting, he slipped past Ensign Baxter who soon turned away as well, going the opposite direction down the corridor.That left Layara alone to come to her senses. Rising gently to her feet, she looked out her quarters, and saw nobody in the hallway as the alarm continued to blare. She hadn’t yet been told her station, so she figured she should ask the closest person who knew. Walking up to one of the walls in the hallway, she pressed a button or two on the display to activate it and then began to converse with the ship.“Computer, locate workstation of Ensign Firlas, Layara.”Only a split second passed before the smooth female voice replied: “Ensign Firlas has not been assigned a work station.”Layara pursed her lips as she thought about her training, what should she do next. For a moment, she thought it over. Before she could even ask another question, the ship was shaken hard. It was a feeling she’d become accustomed to in the academy, but in a real life situation it hit all the harder. Layara’s hair shifted into a bright orange as she realised the ship was being fired upon.“Chief Hayek to Ensign Firlas. Please report to engineering immediately.”Like a light in the dark, Layara heard Chief Hayek’s voice, which shook her from her thoughts about what to do in such a situation. She’d only gotten a brief tour of the ship, but already knew enough to navigate to engineering. Running down the corridor, she jumped into a stuffed turbolift with various people, most of whom were far too occupied to even be bothered by her nudity. Once it arrived at her floor, she ran out, dashing toward engineering at amazing speeds.Chief Hayek was shouting commands at everyone, ordering them to do various things. His cheery demeanor from earlier had been replaced by a serious, calm and confident attitude, showing why he was in the position he was in. As his voice filled the hot air of engineering, Layara locked eyes with him, at which he approached her in a quick trot. He wiped sweat from his dark brow and took a moment to catch his breath before explaining why he’d called her here.“Ensign, I need someone to repair a plasma conduit in that Jeffries tube. For most of us it’s too risky as our uniform could catch fire, but you should be fine, just leave that shoulder piece here.”
Layara didn’t hesitate a moment, this is what she had joined Starfleet for, in part. The action, the excitement. This was her chance to begin proving herself. Taking off the shoulder piece as suggested, she almost took off her combadge, but Hayek told her to keep it on as it was not a fire hazard.Now is perhaps a good time to mention that the same thing that makes Naterian hair change color, also makes it practically impossible to burn. Since they live without clothing to protect them, their bodies have also built up incredible resistance to both cold and heat. That is why as Layara crawled in the small metal service tunnel and slid her bare back across the hot metal, she only felt a mildly uncomfortable heat, like laying on a heated mattress.Her body began sweating to compensate. Layara gently slid further and further in, and before long she found the plasma conduit causing this high heat. It only took a moment to weld the conduit shut, after which she easily slid back out of the tunnel, her body now covered in a light layer of sweat, all the way down. Hayek briefly embraced her, briefly taking a handful of her ass, a kind gesture in Naterian culture, before letting go and going back to bark orders. The young Naterian had only a second to catch her breath before she was once again called upon, this time by Commander Vanburen, to the bridge no less.Once more she sprung to action, her body bouncing as she nearly leaped through the hallways of the Felicity, still covered in a soft layer of respiration, giving her body a faint shine. In the immediacy of the Commander’s call, she’d left behind her shoulder piece, but she could always go and get it back later. Stepping into the turbolift, she finally had a moment to take a breather. Placing her hands on her knees, she leaned forward and took some deep breaths. Hearing the lift stop, Layara looked over to the panel to her side which said she was only on deck 6, while the bridge was on its own, separate deck.Confused as to why the turbolift had stopped, she turned around and saw a small woman, Trill judging by the dots on the side of her face. Aside from those she also had freckles speckled across her nose and a healthy bit of brown curly hair on top of her beet red head. As Layara turned around, the Trill quietly got in and had to repeat her destination twice over as her quiet whisper had made it impossible for the computer to understand her. Eventually she yelled out in a shrill and surprisingly angry voice:“BRIDGE!”The power of the voice surprised Layara as the lift resumed its journey. The trill averted her eyes, even as she looked at the brunette. Her own hair had lit up in a mix of orange, green and pink. Just as she was about to ask something - whether she was her other roomie, Pelza Nim - the doors of the lift opened again, this time to the bridge. The Trill was the first out, making her way to one of the consoles in the front which was empty. Layara remembered this was the Helm, the place where the pilot sat.In the middle of the bridge sat Commander Vanburen next to Captain Barbier. On the viewscreen was a man, from the waist up, but Layara already knew he was naked off screen too. His face carried a tattoo she knew all too well: a blue eye with a small blue gemstone dangling from a silver headband hanging over the iris. The man was part of an extremist Naterian faction, called the open eye. They believed the Naterians should keep to themselves and heavily opposed Layara’s participation in Starfleet. Commander Vanburen gestured for her to join him.Unsure of where this was going to go, she carefully walked around to where Commander Vanburen and Captain Barbier were sitting, at the center of the bridge. Behind them, Chief T’pok seemed to be on edge, ready to throw herself in front of all three of them at a moment’s notice, if it came to it. The captain began to speak as soon as Layara sat down next to her, as she was gestured to do.“High Vizier Lorka, as you can see, Starfleet kept its promise to only make her wear her uniform during her time at the academy, and she is now fully open as your culture puts it. I assure you we do not put any restraints to her beliefs in that regard, as per the treaty we have made with your High Council.”The man identified as Lorka spat at those words. His voice was raspy, deep.“Stand up, child of Nature.”Layara exchanged a brief glance with the captain, who gave her a nod. Getting that confirmation, she stood up, her arms hanging at her side. The High Vizier sized her up, nodding but didn’t seem to be satisfied just yet.“Hrm, nudity is only one part of openness. Intimacy with all is also part of it.”Lorka crossed his arms and waited for the Captain’s response who, rather than give a reply, walked up to Layara and grabbed her tight, one hand on her ass, the other on the back of her head as the Captain began to ravish the Naterian, much to her surprise. That surprise lasted only a second as she decided to enjoy the hot makeout session with her captain, of all people. She was clearly experienced, as Barbier’s tongue thoroughly explored Layara’s mouth. The kiss stopped only briefly during its 5 minute runtime, aside from moments when both of them had to take a breath, when the captain told Layara with a whisper: “Act natural.”And that she did. Layara’s hands quickly came into action, grabbing Captain Barbier’s firm ass, one cheek in each palm. Lorka’s approving grunt wasn’t enough to break them apart. Both of them kept going with their groping and kissing until Lorka finally spoke out, his voice briefly shrill.“That’s enough, Captain. It was a very open display of you, which I thank you for. My…apologies for firing upon your ship first. We had to make sure we were taken seriously. Thank you for not obliterating us. May your soul be seen and your heart be true, Miss Firlas.”With that, the communication ended. Captain Barbier, clearly beet red, wiped her and Layara’s saliva off her chin as Chief T’Pok informed all of them that the Naterian ship had left. Even though she was clearly flustered, the captain told the chief to stand down red alert. After giving orders to depart for their next destination, she turned to Layara, whose hair was a bright pink as her body was now not only covered in a light bit of sweat, but also the Captain’s saliva and some of her own pussy fluids between her legs. Despite how horny she felt, she was still completely coherent, or at least enough to understand what the captain said next.“Sorry for that, Ensign, but it seemed like the easiest way to put the High Vizier at ease, for now.”Layara tilted her head in confusion.“Sorry for what, ma’am?”Captain Barbier briefly opened her mouth as if to try and explain, but decided not to. Except for Chief T’Pok, who was a Vulcan and thus rather nonplussed by anything emotional, everyone on the bridge seemed to be blushing slightly, even Commander Vanburen. After having reconsidered explaining, the captain simply smiled and said.“Nevermind. You’re dismissed, Ensign.” She then turned to the Trill woman sitting at the Helm. “Ensign Nim, I believe you share a quarters with Ensign Firlas. Why don’t you escort her and make sure she doesn’t get lost. It’s only her first day.”The small brunette turned around, flustered and stunned. Rather than produce an answer she just nodded and then walked toward the turbolift, as Layara followed. The two of them shared a quiet elevator ride down to the deck which held their quarters. During the ride, Ensign Nim took many rather obvious glances at her roommate’s body, which Layara only saw as a form of kind appreciation. The subsequent walk to their quarters was similarly quiet. It was only once they’d stepped inside that the Trill Ensign finally broke the silence.“C-can I ask you something, miss?”Beaming a smile, Layara nodded.“Of course, always. And please, call me Layara, we’re roomies after all. Can I call you Pelza?”“M-my friends call me Pel, actually. And-” Pel moved to touch Layara’s shoulder as the Naterian had turned her back to her. “-how does it feel, being naked all the time?”Just saying the word naked seemed to have made Pel blush as Layara turned around to answer. It was a surprisingly hard question. Aside from her time at the academy, she hadn’t know anything else. Being naked was as normal as breathing to her, but she knew that wasn’t an answer Pel would be able to do much with, so she recalled the teachings of her people.“Well, it’s like being open not just to others, but with yourself. There’s nothing keeping you from being yourself and nothing to give others reasons to doubt your intentions. It’s…hm…It’s hard to fully put it into words without having experienced it yourself, really. You should try it. Come on, strip naked and try it.”If it hadn’t been stuck to her face, Pel’s jaw would have dropped onto the floor as Layara suggested she strip. The Trill muttered incoherent protests as Layara sat down in a small chair across from her, legs crossed and still with everything on display. Pel looked behind her at the closed door as if to check her shadow wasn’t watching.“P-promise not to make fun of me.”“I promise.” Layara said, genuine and also concerned at Pel’s sentiment. Body insecurity was a concept she’d only heard off until now. But hearing her promise it reassured Pel. Originally the Trill would have asked Layara not to tell anyone, but that would’ve clearly gone against exactly what they had just risked the captain’s decency to establish.With a soft whimper, Pel undid her uniform, letting it slide off her to reveal a somewhat pale, thin but healthy frame. Underneath she wore a form of tank top and boxers in a matching beige color to go with her uniform. Stepping out of her uniform on the floor, she tossed it to the side and then put both her thumbs under the elastic band of her boxers, sliding them down and throwing them onto her uniform once they were off.Layara had heard the dots run all the way down the side of Trill hosts, and they seemed to, as they ran up her legs to her hips, where they disappeared under the tank top. The two lines of dots only highlighted the lack of anything else on the rest of her lower body. Pel’s cunt was fully shaven and a soft, virgin pink. Pel turned around, which gave Layara further view of her cute round ass, firm and uptight but amazing looking all the same. As to why she had turned around, Layara didn’t know. Even as the Trill lifted up her top and threw it to the side, she didn’t turn around, and a bit of concern grew in her.“It feels r-really nice.” Pel said, not even believing her own words, much less sounding believable. She slowly turned around, her arms clasped over her chest, hiding it fully from view. Layara wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but she knew she had to comfort Pel. Standing up, she walked up to her until the two of them stood almost against each other. Pel looked up at the almost-a-head-taller Naterian. Gently, the Trill’s hands were grabbed and moved out of the way, revealing what she had tried to hide: a small, rather flat chest. Finally it was clear to Layara what had been bothering her roommate, insecurity about a small chest.Pel tried to say something, but Layara shushed her with her finger and leaned down, placing her lips around one of the Trill’s erect nipples. She gently sucked on the round button as Pel let out a high pitched whine, which she herself clearly wasn’t expecting. The other nipple was softly squeezed in Layara’s hand, clasped between her thumb and index. This feeling of arousal at someone else playing with her chest was unlike anything Pel had ever felt before. The amazing sensation ended abruptly but only momentarily as Layara took Pel’s ass in both hands and lifted her small frame up. Pel followed align and closer her legs around Layara’s waist as she was quickly pinned against the wall next to the door.The assault of Layara’s tongue on her nipples resumed and Pel moaned hard, grateful for these soundproof quarters. With Pel now firmly wrapped around her waist, legs sticking to sweaty flesh, Layara felt confident to let one hand go from the pale virgin’s ass and moved it further towards her, slipping it between those shaven legs and running her hand over the soaked lips of Pel’s sex. The wet noise of her tongue and at the same time her fingers hard at work filled the room to form a lustful melody together with Pel’s exclamations of pleasure. For such a small woman she had a serious set of lungs on her.After running up and down with her hand, teasing Pel’s entrance, Layara finally slipped a finger inside and Pel almost came right then and there. As she continued to work her fingers in and out, Layara leaned back, letting Pel’s chest rest, wondering if Trill orgasms were the same as hers. She’d soon find out as Pel screamed out: “OH god what’s this, I-”By the sensation around her finger, Layara was certain this was a Trill orgasm, and it seemed pretty much the same, though perhaps a lot more intense. It was hard to say how much of this was Pel’s inexperience and how much was Trill physiology. Her body shook hard, Pel’s hips grinding into Layara’s lower abdomen, leaving behind a trail of nectar. As soon as Pel began moving, she removed her finger and just gripped her tightly enough to not drop her. Good thing too, as Pel’s legs went limp. The Trill was still conscious but clearly out of it, so Layara softly carried her over to a chair and gently placed her down.As she took a step back to admire the panting Pelza Nim, Layara noticed a figure out of the corner of her eye. It was Ensign Baxter, again, in her uniform and slack jawed, headphones on her head as she seemingly once more walked in on Layara having some fun, but rather than let her once again escape her grasp, Layara didn’t miss a beat and walked up to Baxter, kissing her and guiding her back, pushing her down onto her bed and with more lust than she had felt in quite a while, Layara commanded her:“Strip.”