Part 2 of 3: Different Cultures makes for Interesting Dating Scene

Posted on Thu Jan 8th, 2026 @ 2:13am by Lieutenant Urvasi Elandorn

3,232 words; about a 16 minute read

Mission: Short Treks
Location: Deck 7, Holosuite Complex, Deck 7-9
Timeline: 2439-08-03, 1955 hours (7:55 pm)

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At the exit for the Restaurant walkway, Urvasi leapt to the path and then held out a hand for Dylan. She gladly clasped his hand and pulled him upon the walkway.

Her grasp was strong and firm as she pulled him closer. It was just as well. The experience of the invisible elevator and teasing display she'd put on had left his knees feeling weak and his voice somewhat croaky. Dylan stumbled into her unable to stop himself and bought them both crashing down on the deck.

Caught off guard in not thinking about how new experience would affect Dylan, Urvasi caught him and then went down herself from his feet tangling with hers. She arched her shoulders and lower back with head lifted away so the two landed in a controlled thump onto the wooden walkway. She held him momentarily hoping to calm the jitters she felt from his body.

"I'm so sorry," he gushed quickly and lifted his frame off her. Instead, the new position, equally embarrassing had him straddling her waist with an obvious enlargement visible beneath his clothing.

The look on Urvasi's face was one of concern as she looked over him even as she responded, "No.. don't be.. nothing to be sorry for." She then noticed Dylan's obvious male reaction to her being a female as well as how the now push up position of Dylan looked. She blushed lightly as she said in a low voice, "I like what I see.. but not the where... once your ready, let's get up.."

Feeling his cheeks positively burning Dylan glanced quickly between them both and stood up faster than a blink despite his legs still feeling unsteady, then he offered a hand to help her up.

Urvasi watched the surprising swiftness of Dylan's move and then gladly took his hand in hers, letting him help her up. As she shifted, she brought her legs close to her body, then shifted the right leg down, left leg into a kneeling position, her upper body forward, and then shifted her right leg under her. She was now in kneeling upright position, and then she finished coming up into a standing position, never using her left hand to help her while keeping Dylan's hand in her right. She smiled earnestly as she said, "Thank you for the assist."

She moved closer to take his arm in hers and asked, "So, for your first lift platform adventure, I hope you enjoyed the experience and view?"

He looked at her side ways, cheeks still radiating heat. "It was an experience I don't think I'll ever be able to forget," he replied lowly.

Urvasi yiffered in humor as she replied, "So, you really liked it. I'm glad." She now guided him along the walkway, once more crossing from one large tree to another. She stopped and pointed to the sign in her language at a junction where a circular path going up and around the tree was. "This sign says 'Hrrenxchiarr Restaurant'. All businesses are off the main pathways via a circular walkway, either up or down. So, we follow this to the restaurant." She let him lead going up the pathway as the restaurant entrance was at the end of it.

There was a deck, then double doors leading into the restaurant. The name was along the deck roof, while on each side post of the deck were signs showing off menu items and prices. The doors were made of a bronze wood with reliefs of Vulienrey families on picnics with kitlings playing in the meadows burned in may shades upon them. The four panel windows in the upper part showed a stylish restaurant inside with many patrons partaking of foods while merrily chatting away with one another.

Giving Dylan a quick peck on his cheek just above the beard, Urvasi then whispered, "Don't be surprised at how easily the door opens. Vulienrey enjoy their craftsmanship."

The walk to the restaurant came as a welcome relief to Dylan as it allowed his body to relax enough to enjoy their surroundings again. The workmanship etched into the door was impressive - and was a triumphant to Urvasi's skills to recreate them. "So they should," he replied lightly running his fingers over the carvings. "A lot of hours would have gone into each of these panels. They'll beautify." Despite his desire to enjoy them a little longer Dylan could sense other guests moving around in his peripheral vision and did not want to hold them up. He gave the wooden doors a mild push, and as predicted they swung forward with ease.

Inside the double doors was a waiting area with a podium. The setup around this area was a family dining area to the left, a bar lounge in the middle, and then a more intimate, lower light area on the right. The place was about 70% full, with more families in the left area and less couples on the right. There were kitlings in the left and lounge areas, however, none in the right. One thing that was readily apparent, though, was the families having many ladies, 3 to 8, being called 'mommer' with a name and only one adult male and the couples being comprised of one male and one female to one male and up to 4 females. In that right, more intimate section it seemed the male was being flirty, intimate with one lady while the others were asking questions, egging on the male and female, and generally also being part of the date. Another thing to be noted, the dating side of the restaurant had longer table cloths that hid anything calf up while the booths were offset with openings away from the rest of the restaurant.

Behind the Podium were three Vulienrey ladies, one dressed in a business skirt and jacket, the other two dressed in tasteful server skirts and blouses, and all attire cut and fit to accentuate that they are female. The Hostess was similar to a Grey Fox in coloration while the two servers were one Fennec and one Arctic in coloration. Urvasi's tail pressed on Dylan to go ahead and take the lead.

Dylan's eyes roamed the room before feeling Urvasi's tail encouraging him forward.

The Hostess Vulienrey in the business attire smiled at the couple. "Greetings. Welcome to Hrrenxchiarr (hhhrr'en'khch'e'airr)." The name was pronounced with an unusual consonant sound created with the throat and muzzle, not something easily done without that pairing of physical traits. "My name is Kcxritrena." She smiled and asked, "Will you be dining in the Lounge or the Datenight area?"

The hostess, though a politely programmed holo character made Dylan feel under dressed in his shorts and t-shirt. The way she pronounced both the restaurant name and her own sounded wonderfully exotic. If Dylan wanted to learn some of Urvasi's native language having neither tail or whiskers he'd need plenty of practice.

He glanced sideways to his date and gave her a crooked smile before returning his attention to the hostess: "Datenight, please."

"Very good." She turned to look at the right White with Black accents Vulienrey. "Kessrrentka, please show this lovely young couple to your section and a booth of their choosing." Kess curtsied, then moved over to the opening into the restaurant beside the podium, "I am pleased to meet you. Please, call me Kess. If you will follow me.." She turned and took them into the front outer side, the front right of the restaurant. There were several booths with offset openings. "Please, choose one you like."

"We'll take this one," Dylan moved towards the chosen table and slid himself into the booth before scooting over in case Urvasi wanted to sit beside him.

Kess handed over two menus. They looked like normal thick paper menus, but weren't. They were electronic paper and already programmed with that evenings specials beside regular dishes. Kess told them, "Food on the front, drinks on the back. So, what drinks would you like to get started with?"

Dylan flipped his menu over and scanned the drinks list feeling overwhelmed by the selection of unfamiliar names. "This is my first visit," he explained to Kess. "What would you recommend?"

Kess yiffered as she thought about the Drink Menu.

Urvasi yipped to cause Kess to look at her. Urvasi signed to her with whiskers and ears about the menu and about Federation. Kess signed back, 'Understood.'

Kess turned back to Dylan. "So, your date let me know your from the Federation. Most of our drinks are comparable, just a couple that are different due to the plants and distillation practices. What do you like?"

Urvasi said out loud, "Bourbon Mule, top shelf, ginger beer, top shelf, I desire all natural ingredients. After this, I desire a 10 year aged bourbon not blended." She leaned over to kiss Dylan's ear, then whisper, "Sorry, Dylan, I got so caught up into getting you my world's culture, I didn't put in the Fed concentric menu system. Sorry... boyfriend. Oh, by the way, one of my hobbies is mixology, hence my order. Please, let Kess know what you would like."

"I see," Dylan replied still with a hint of confusion both at the misunderstanding and Urvasi's unusual hobby. "Would a Monkey Gland be too much to ask?"

Kess thinks for a second, then smiles as she says, "Gin, orange juice, grenadine, and a dash of absinthe combine for a truly unique cocktail. Great drink order, sir. I will be back shortly with your drinks." Kess leaves the two to wait other tables and then put in the orders.

Urvasi shifted to be more up against Dylan, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. She put a hand upon his upper thigh, gently stroking, getting near his groin, but not crossing any boundary, yet. "Any questions of me while we wait for the drinks to come back? Oh, side note, the Vrenxch Stew is delicious, like Elk Hunters stew on Terra. I will be ordering that, with a Vrensh Pie, just like Cherry Pie on Terra." She silently giggled as she blew into Dylan's ear, "Cherry... mine is still intact for whoever becomes my husband... if I remember the Terran term correctly."

"Urvasi," Dylan whispered breathlessly feeling his body tense and face redden again at her personal confession and light touch. She'd surprised him like this before asking rather bluntly if he enjoyed the size of her breasts over a shared meal and should have seen this fax par coming considering her actions leading up till now.

He stilled her wondering hand. "Computer, pause programme."

Urvasi stilled as she tried to figure out what happened. She was sure she was letting Dylan know more about her so that he would know she was a nubile, virgin, female who was ready for dating and hoping for marriage. Yet, something was wrong. She must have done something wrong culturally against him, and thus, failed being there for him in some way. She asked questioningly, wondering how far she had hurt him, so she asked, hoping he would fill in the details, "Dylan? Something I did?"

Taking a steadying breath Dylan twisted to face her directly, pushing past the discomfort of seeing her hurt and confused face. "Urvasi, if you want me to bed you, you could have just asked and skipped the program."

Urvasi's body became upright away from Dylan, a very confused and questioning look on her face. Her hand, though, remained on his thigh to show she was still there with him, despite her reaction to his rather unsettling question. She replied, "Umm, Dylan? I'm.. not trying to bed you. I have no intention of bedding you for wedding coitus. We are on a date, so other considerations can be done... but... you don't know that, do you?" She whined in exasperation, then put her muzzle upon his shoulder as she shifted to be beside him. Her hand left his thigh to move to his knee. She blew out a breath, then said, "I'm.... I'm... letting you know where I am in my journey with dating, I think is the most accurate explanation?"

Instantly Dylan regretted his choice of words as she began to deflate. Instinctively he drew her closer, wrapping an arm around her frame as she continued to talk.

Urvasi's body shivered momentarily from stress and trying not to choke out a sob. She quietly said, "In my culture, there are about seven ladies per guy... the guys have their choice of any females they want... after all, they choose who to date, pursue, and marry, while we are trying to woo them to be one of those possible wives. So... I need to let the male know that I am a virgin... I have had no other guys... that I am available, that I want to be there for them, that I desire to be intimate with them to continue dating to possible fiance... which means what I am willing to do... like, oral.. back door, pleasing during movies, enjoying reciprocal oral.. other intimate enjoyments... with the guy and the other wives.. besides the typical 'these are my skills, I can cook, I can clean, I am a mixologist, I have these hobbies, I have this figure, I will be there for the marriage, the children, the guy." Tears were lightly wetting her muzzle as she finished with, "Sorry for making it seem I was trying to bed you. I.. I.. " She stopped talking for a moment, then made a decision to help him out. She continued with, "if you need, I can give you oral to de-stress you and relieve any buildup causing you not be be fully here with me for our date? That is allowed in dating... in my culture... Honest..."

"It's alright," Dylan whispered lightly pressing a kiss upon her head and squeezed her affectionately. "You don't have to do any of that," he continued. "You don't need to put on a show or try to impress me in any way - I'm not going anywhere, and as I already said - there's no competition to fend off."

Feeling the softness under his fingers Dylan gently stroked her fur smoothing her hair hoping he could somehow reach a level of forgiveness and understanding.

Urvasi snuggled more into Dylan's side. While his words were relieving, his actions even more so as well as calming. This was something she needed. Her race was very tactile and she missed the constant touches, flirts, the unspoken language letting her she was wanted, dress well, wore jewelry just right. But this touching, was very much missing in work and play in Terrans' lives, as well as other races not of whiskers, ears and tails.

Slowly he lowered his head onto hers and spoke again in a soft tone: "For Terran's sex is more than just the act to procreate. It's very instinctive, full of endorphins and ranging hormones which can overpower all rational thought if we let it. But it can also connect a couple on a deeply personal level. To be vulnerable to one another, to display oneself without clothing or judgement is a big thing and shouldn't be rushed - at least it should be if you're with the right person."

Urvasi looked into his eyes, her ears perking up for the opening cups to be fully on him while her whiskers shifted strait out to each side of her muzzle, unspoken language for intent listening.

He twisted slightly and kissed her head once more. "I want that to be us," he breathed. "I've had my fair share of broken hearts and promises or one off flings, but no more. I want something more serious..." Dylan paused swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. "But if that's not what you want I perfectly understand."

Urvasi murred gently, a sound like a yiffer, light feminine note, and sigh wrapped into a single out pour of expression. Her previous fears of loss, of not meeting expectations, of not being forward enough, had evaporated to be replaced by feeling wanted while she wanted. She replied, "This is nice, being like this. Touching and stroking are needed by any tactile race female, your touching and stroking are wanted and needed by me." She finally shifted to raise her head, but hesitated just long enough to place a quick butterfly kiss upon his neck while tickling each side with whisker movements. She brought her head up to be near level with his so they wouldn't have to be in awkward positions while they communed with each other.

"Dylan, I want that too. I want trust, and be trusted. I want to respect, and be respected. I want to be intimately vulnerable and reciprocate desire with assured loving actions in return. And.. I don't mean just coitus... a sneaked intimate touch when no one is watching, trusting my partner is knowing his surroundings by doing so. To pass by my partner and do a shift press in front of him, just to let him know I am desiring him and his trust I did it in a way that was not noticeable. A sudden ear kiss or nip, a tail tug or pull at base, whiskers stroked to the root.. all are intimate actions for most ear, tail, and whisker carrying races. I really need to give you some lessons about Vulpinoid Pleasure Zones and appropriate touches for various activities, don't I?"

Feeling relieved they were desiring the same goal Dylan's lips twitched into a smile but held his tongue as Urvasi spoke again.

An almost sob caught in her throat as she continued, "Hell, Dylan, I miss casual 'I see you' touches of others in passing, or in conversation, those touches showing 'glad to have you on board, glad your a ship mate, you look good today, your explanation or words giving guidance or just pleasing, to 'you smell nice today'. All of that is missing on a Federation ship... all of that is missing... no quick tail touch, no quick arm touch or small linger, ear and whisker acknowledgements, tail signs.. nothing."

Giving her frame another squeeze Dylan was finally starting to understand the reasons behind her longing for companionship and why perhaps she'd embraced the prospect of their partnership so fiercely. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I hadn't realized those interactions were so important to you."

Urvasi leaned into him again. "From birth, my race sees each others interactions, from casual, friend, teasing, learning dating. We know from growing up around each sex who are male and who are female.. it's rather obvious. We see the dating seen around us by higher learning and academic age young adults, besides the interactions of parents. I mean, I have my birth mom, then five mommers, one of who was Sumerian. To us, intimate interactions between mommers and mom are the norm, that intimate trust and vulnerability creating bonds between wives besides all to the husband. Of course, there are the social classes age appropriate as well as the observation tests to see where was are in our interaction and maturity. This way, those needing help get help with their socialization learning so as to not be left behind." She had a momentary giggle come out as she interrupted herself, "I always passed mine... I am gregarious in my personality."

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