To Boldly Be

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.

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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.

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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”