Chapter 2: Under Fire & Over Heat

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 His cheery demeanor from earlier had been replaced by a serious, calm and confident attitude, showing why he was in the position he was in.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 **** 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.”