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LeftEar JoNs

"Recreational Activities"

Note: some mature content.

 

06.01.08

USS Excalibur NCC-2004 C

“Recreational Activities”

 

“You, really, need to learn how to deal with stress.”

- “Walk Ins Welcome”, Lt. Cmdr. Doctor Ruth Wydown, Chief Medical Officer to Commander Left Ear JoNs, Executive Officer

 

Commander Left Ear JoNs had never been one to disregard orders, and therefore was taking the advice that Doctor Wydown had given her the other day to heart. Usually, the executive officer balked when shore leave came around, because there was too much paper work, or this needed to be done, or that report needed to be followed up on.

 

It was the third day of the first contact engagement mission with the Satarimi, and Left Ear was taking full advantage of the open shore leave opportunity that the planetary authorities had granted the Excalibur crew. She had done a complete one eighty degree turn from her earlier predilections to stay on board the ship. The simple fact was that the Caitian exec had allowed the stress of her command staff duties to get the better of her, to the point where it had truly become a pain in the arse and she needed to seek medical attention. That had to be remedied, and ASAP, before anything started to interfere with her command objectivity. Why not start with some leave time? The feline certainly had the accrued leave time coming to her. The Caitian officer had therefore grabbed her cycle gear, bolted from the ship quietly and quickly, leaving any paper work and reports for when she returned, and had told the captain and only the captain that she could be reached by communicator if something came up and he needed her. The only other person she had contacted was Wydown, and had merely left the chief medico a cryptic message in her inbox: see you in the clouds, and watch out for the aero rip curls.

 

JoNs wasted no time after beaming down to the main cloud city, and her search had only lasted about an hour until she had located the establishment that she was looking for: an agency that rented out the lower atmosphere hover cycles that she had spotted zipping around the skies during the walking tours.

 

The rental agency was located on the outskirts of the main cloud city, and was a well maintained section of property, as were the vehicles. The blue skinned Satarimi kid manning the place looked as if he had just woken up or had smoked a bit too much of the ocean reef weed the night before or something, but he perked up and became even more helpful when Left Ear slipped him a credit tip in addition to the rental fee. At that point, the feline got access to the better (or rather, the better maintained cycles), and the tutorial session about how to handle the cycle was cut in half by about twenty minutes. After slapping on her gear, the feline jumped on the hover cycle and took off in a plume of exhaust into what was literally the wild blue yonder.

 

The white colored atmo cycle that she had chosen handled like a dream, and was really no different from the civilian models that she had grown up riding on Cait. The most noticeable addition to the Satarimi model were two sets of upper and lower wings that were set flush up against the forward sides of the cycle and then could be extended outward when needed. The wings were a mechanical necessity here on the Satarimi cloud world, and when deployed, they allowed for more maneuverability and control of the hover cycle within the various air currents. Left Ear flew cautiously for a short while, not pulling any fancy moves and such, until she was completely comfortable with the cycle.

 

As the morning wore on, the Caitian first officer dived and weaved in the azure blue skies, dodging clouds and going further and further out away from the main city, letting her piloting skills roar to the forefront and take over completely. Occasionally, she would glimpse another cycle in the distance or a hover vehicle or short range flitter traversing the clouds, or a water based vehicle traveling across the ocean areas, but for the most part it was just her and the open range of the skies. The synthetic leather gear that she wore protected her from the winds, and the amber face plate on her helmet cut the glare of the world’s sun down to almost nothing.

 

Suddenly, a black shape zoomed past JoNs, almost causing a collision and certainly alarming Left Ear. Gloved paws gripped her handlebars tight and she slammed a rear paw down on the shifter, dropping the cycle down to the lowest gear as she simultaneously pulled on the hand brake with a front paw. The brazen rider then had the gall to stop a short distance ahead and hover, facing toward her.

 

JoNs flipped her face plate up and prepared to tell the rider where exactly where he could shove his exhaust pipe. Before she could form the words and get the snarl out, the rider dipped their cycle’s wings in an unmistakable gesture that needed no translator or interpreter. The feline blinked a few times in surprise. He wants to run together? Her temper cooled down, and she took deep breath. “Well friend, the almost blitz is at least one way to get my attention.” She flipped her face plate back down and acknowledged the gesture with her own wing dip.

 

= = = = = = = = = =

 

The riders played all morning and well into the afternoon, pushing the hover cycles to the limits, as well as their own piloting skills to the brink. In the clouds, out of the clouds, diving down to the water and then pulling the bikes up just at the last minute, zooming farther and farther out and away from the city. It was a game of tag shared among adults for lack of a better term.

 

The unknown rider then pulled up the sleek black and custom atmo runner they rode, pumping the gear shift down to a neutral hover with a booted foot. Gloved hands reached up to pull a helmet off, revealing a Satarimi with the typical high cheekbones, blue skin, and white hair of his people. He sat there, smiling, and waited for his newfound playmate to pull up beside him.

 

Left Ear smoothly flew in beside the Satarimi male, and her white cycle soon purred with the same neutral hover setting the other cyclist. When she pulled off her own helmet however, it was his turn to be surprised.

 

The blue skinned elf type of humanoid sat on his cycle for a good few seconds, just blinking as the look of surprised settled across his high cheekbones. Then, his features split into a wide grin, showing pure white teeth. “You’re a Felis?”

 

It was her turn to be pleased that she had blitzed him. “Caitian to be exact. Left Ear JoNs,” the feline pulled off her glove and offered him a paw across the small space in between the bikes, “nice to meet you.”

 

He seemed unsure of the offered gesture - a very human gesture, even by the Cait’s standards - at first, but then quickly adapted. “Lamir S’Torim. It is a pleasure. I had no idea you were one of the off worlders that have been touring our cities and the planetary sites these last few days.” He grinned even wider once he caught a glimpse of JoNs’s tail as it lashed lazily behind her, endlessly pleased that she, well, had a tail. A true felis was a rare pleasure.

 

“The crew of the Excalibur, my crew and fellow officers, got some shore leave time cleared with your government officials.” The wonderment in his eyes was refreshing, and she was also getting caught up in the moment. Even after all of the tours, demonstrations, and banquet meals provided by the Satarimi during the first contact events, Left Ear hadn’t really interacted with any of the planets citizens on a personal level until now.

 

Lamir tilted his head to one side and smiled, the combined gestures giving him an almost rakish appearance. “What are you doing tonight?”

 

= = = = = = = = = =

 

The restaurant that Lamir had chosen was for lack of a better term, a dive. Situated on the north side of the main cloud city, it was a bar located on one of the upper tiers of the city, and catered to the hover cycle crowd. Bright neon strips set into the edges of the plasti-glass tables and overhead lighting made from the same materials offered illumination, and a live band played some sort of modern rock Satarimi tune on the other side of the bar. If the music and general party atmosphere of the main bar wasn’t your thing, there were rooms set up off to the sides that boasted games similar to poker and what looked like pool and darts and another game that Left Ear didn’t immediately recognize. Dozens of synthetic leather clad Satarimi, each sporting different jackets that were emblazoned with various hover cycle chapters or no affiliation at all, offered patronage to the bar. There were even a few Satarimi that represented the local police force that patrolled the outer limits of the cities on hover cycles.

 

It was a loud, raucous, and a vivacious night. And while there was some interest in the feline first officer, the general opinion among the blue skinned crowed was “oh look, a Felis, you’re with the alien ship in orbit? Great, let’s get back to the party”.

 

In short, Left Ear JoNs was off duty, on leave, and having the time of her life.

 

Oh, and the bar may have been a dive, but the food was delicious.

 

= = = = = = = = = =

 

Racing the hover bikes had led to a chance meeting, then dinner, and then a night out on the town. The shared activities between the night elf-like Satarimi and the feline Caitian had then led to another activity: the shared pleasure of the carnal variety back at Lamir’s apartment flat. The wee hours of the night as time faded into daylight had been even more supercharged then the earlier racing they had done. The Caitian first officer was now convinced of one thing: being a reclusive race didn’t necessarily mean that the Satarimi were sheltered or unwilling to deal with outsiders, at least when applying that knowledge to certain individuals.

 

Left Ear stood leaning against the side of the large and open picture window in Lamir’s bed room, which led out onto a balcony overlooking the lower tiers of the city. She was naked and in all her brown furred glory with her powerful panther-like physique outlined in silhouette by the rising sun. The view was gorgeous, with light spraying across the cottony clouds and bringing out the rich blue color of the worlds skies. The breeze coming off the ocean below was fresh, sweet, and intoxicating.

 

Lamir walked up behind the feline, and his own movements were cat like and graceful. Placing one hand on her shoulder, he let his free left hand rest flat on her belly, gently rubbing in circles and eliciting a pleasurable purring sound from JoNs. She in turn pressed back, melding her body with his; her tail curled tightly around his knee and lower calf.

 

He inhaled deeply into her fur, taking in her scent. “How much longer do you have on the planet?”

 

“I have a couple more hours’ dirt side. I need to report back to the Excalibur by twenty two hundred. As the XO, I could probably hedge and report in later, but that tends to set a bad example for some of the more adventuresome crew people.” She nuzzled the azure blue skin of his neck with her nose, and then turned around to face him, gently placing her paws on his chest and stroking him.

 

Both of his hands now worked her upper back and lower back, kneading and rubbing the furred and pliant flesh in deep massaging motions. Left Ear hooked her big paws behind his neck and kissed him deeply; Lamir returned the kiss.

 

Catching some sleep and eating breakfast were overrated, indeed.

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