After Mission Distress: Distressing

Posted on Wed Jan 21st, 2026 @ 8:31am by Lieutenant Urvasi Elandorn & Lieutenant (J.G.) Dylan Blake

3,552 words; about a 18 minute read

Mission: Short Treks
Location: Urvasi's Quarters, Deck 5, Room 44
Timeline: 2439-08-12, 12:45

ON:

Urvasi made it to her quarters with her steps seeming to get slower and harder until she got to her door. The team had just finished rescuing the Enterprise from certain doom going into the heart of a star, while before that rescuing the Defiant, and before that working on the problem on DS47. She was overheated, despite the EVA suits best effort. She had Flown the Sundweller through a slipstream at 230 LY an hour, which required intense concentration with intense twitching control to get through it correctly. She felt wrung out, physically and mentally.

Once inside her quarters, she moved to the side and hit the quick release. The suit folded down away from her into a maintenance mode. She... didn't have the strength to even do the bodily function empty besides the diagnostics and recharge maintenance. She was now in her standard EVA wear, a bikini bottom with a wisp top. She trudged to the communication/computers section of her room. She sat down, not caring the wisp top really didn't conceal nothing. She really, really, needed some pampering. Maybe.. just maybe, Dylan wasn't too wiped to help out.

Urvasi hit the call button to Dylan's Room. She hoped he had made it.

The call went unanswered for several rings before finally the connection was established. "Lieutenant Blake," he answered sounded oddly professional over the comm link abet weary.

Urvasi's ears, muzzle, and whiskers were drooped, seeming almost asleep, as the voice call connected. As she heard Dylan's voice, she perked up, her head lifting in some hope. She breathed out in an exhausted voice, "Dylan... you're there..." She took a couple of breaths, then said, "I need.. " she drooped, her mind so tired she dropped into her known dating sociology with many females to males, not wanting to put anything upon the male, but she really needed this. She continued, "A.. massage... and company. I.. I.. " She thought, then said, "A hot water bath or shower in exchange... Can you... please..."

"Sure," Dylan's voice softened as if he was smiling unseen by Urvasi. "I'll see you soon."

Urvasi felt some of her tension go away at hearing his words. She replied with a little more to her voice this time, "Thank you." Just thinking about Dylan being able to come over gave her some energy. She stood up, returned to the EVA suite, pulled out the waste containers, then went to the replicator to dematerialize those and then to create some new ones. She brought those back, put them into the EVA suit, and then hit the button for it to seal back up. She started the diagnostics, then went to the kitchenette to make some tea for them. As she stood there, she could not help but smell of herself after having been in that suit and sweating for a while. Her previous roomies had always said she smelled of allspice, and that even after a heavy workout, her musk and scent were pleasant... but wasn't that just them being nice? She debated taking a quick shower or to finish the tea. Well, she was here, so tea first.

Just as well she'd opted for the tea as the door chime sounded announcing Dylan's arrival outside.

Urvasi opened the door with her TK as she was only expecting Dylan. She called out, "By the kitchenette, Dylan." The space by the door, where the EVA suite was in the corner to the right, was a scent of heavier allspice plus the muskiness remembered from the first meeting in her room. Urvasi turned around towards Dylan at the kitchenette with two tea cups filled with a cinnamon spiced naturally sweet tea and moved to the table. She was dressed in a low thong with a wispy top. Her appearance showed her exhaustion. Her ears, muzzle, and whiskers were drooped, hair by her temples matted to them, the rest of her hair straggly, nipples seen but not perked. As she was now out of the EVA suit, the smells at the door were lighter near her.

Urvasi sat the two teacups on the smaller kitchenette table and then shakily sat down into one chair. She smiled to Dylan, "Please, have a seat. I figured we could use some hydration before doing anything else. *intake of breath* *somber* Thank you so much for coming.. I hope the bath offer offsets the not letting you immediately grab some rest in your quarters."

"That's OK, I had a few loose ends to tie up with Commander Randell before I could get away," Dylan explained as he drew nearer noting for the first time how weary she appeared now free from the confides of the EV suite.

He opted to skirt around the table, side step the option for tea for the moment and moved closer, swooped and hugged her as she sat. "I'm just glad you're alright," he said softly. "I was so worried after we'd discovered the mines on the station. Barlax was injured by one, I was afraid you'd be hurt too."

At Dylan's first move to move closer to her, Urvasi's eyes opened wide. Her first thought was, 'Oh no... I stink...', and then... he hugged her, despite how she thought she smelled. She.. relaxed into his arms. If he could want her despite no bath yet, she would not stop him. She brought her arms up around him as she listened to his words. She sniffed to prevent herself from breaking down crying. On her part, she had faith that Dylan would be protected by those higher in authority. She felt touched, and ashamed. "Thank you, Dylan, for being worried for me. I am very glad you are alright as well." She sighed, then added, "I was able to sense the mines with my empathic ability due to them being in dimensional space.. I was the one to pinpoint their locations for the teams." She suddenly let out a sob, "I am so sorry Dylan, I kept you in my mind with Faith you would return, protected by those in command in your team. Was this wrong thinking of me? I can learn to do better.. "

Drawing back Dylan was bewildered by her answer but soon found this puzzlement replaced with a smile. "There's nothing to apologize for," he said. "You're right, the others kept me out of trouble and safe but it still didn't stop me from fretting. I just never had the chance to express my relief until now."

Urvasi stood up and leaned into Dylan, holding him tight. His thought process was different her culture. She just leaned into him, holding him, feeling him, smelling him, just being with him. Then, that thought again, 'I stink', came to the for. She had to know, and asked, "Umm, Dylan, are you okay with my smell? I don't want to be... off putting. I have not had a shower or bath yet... I must stink."

"It's fine," he assured her. "I'm not exactly smelling my best right now. either. If it worries you, why don't you shower first?"

With a further squeeze in the hug, Urvasi lightly yiffered as she said, "How about a bath instead? For me, and you?" She sighed as she leaned into him, then continued, "I just wish the bathtub was big enough for two, but sadly, it is not. Still... if we shower, it would be big enough for two, if you would want to. If not.. you could help me undress and dress, then hand me my oils as I take the shower. On your shower, I could help you dress and undress, and be ready to help with any needs you have." She sagged into his arms, then said in a small voice, "Or, maybe, if you don't mind my stronger scents, just let me lie on my stomach on the bed and give me a massage... " She blushed, then said, "Great, I am sounding like a demanding girlfriend.. not good..."

"You're fine," Dylan assured and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Considering that impressive flying you deserve some pampering. Come on," he unwound from the embrace and led Urvasi back to the table. "Let's drink first, then shower together followed by that massage."

Her weight grew heavier for a moment as Urvasi almost went into an exhausted sleep within Dylan's arms. He had recognized her effort in the mission, the demands of flying through that high speed slipstream, and it felt... awesome. However, she needed that shower, and the massage, by someone who wanted to be with her, and that person was Dylan.

She answered him by saying, "yesss..." and then drawing away from him. She sat back down to drink of her tea. As it had cooled slightly, she drank it rather quickly as the need for that shower was uppermost on her mind.

With the tea finished, Urvasi got up, reached for Dylan's hand, and led him through the door to her bed, then through the door to her bathroom. Inside was a tub/shower combo, the tub just big enough for one, and since it was a shower combo, the shower was bit enough for two.

Urvasi gave Dylan a kiss, then lifted her wisp top off of her, then slid out of her panties. She now began helping Dylan undress, a pang for his seed momentarily crossing her mind, causing her to lick her lips as she looked directly at his groin when she helped him out of his pants and underwear. However, this time was for just relaxing without sexual tension, so she would cross that bridge later after their needed rest.

"Eyes up here missy," Dylan teased tilting her chip upwards with a finger. "We can fool around another time, as much as it pains me..." he smirked having been enjoying the view of her undressed form and the exciting jolt it had given him. He wanted to remain true to his words as they were both tired and would be left unsatisfied should they explore anything more forward. None the less he coulnd't resit the urge to hold her again and feel the softness of her fur against his skin.

Urvasi held him tight for the moment, just enjoying the feel of his skin upon her fur and its variances. She breathed in his scents, then released the hug and said, "Shower, Urvasi Temp 2." The shower turned on at a pleasant warm temperature, which Urvasi reasoned would be a temperature that a Terran would find nice. She stepped into the show, then held out a hand to help Dylan into the combo. She handed over the herbal and essential oil soap, then did a 360 to get herself fully wet and then presented her back to Dylan. "Ready, and soap everywhere. And, Dylan... that soap is very good for Terran skin as well. I... formulated it after our first time together in hoping for when we would have a chance to shower together."

"So this is entrapment?" he joked library soaping his hands ready to apply to her offered back. "You planned this all along?"

Urvasi yiffered and replied with an exotic, "never, not me, uhuh... well... Mayyyybeeeee."

He chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm not complaining."

Taking care he began to swirl the soap across her body, applying pressure to her knotted muscles in the process. He playfully tugged her tail ensuring it wasn't forgotten during the soaping. Though he promised to himself to behave he paid greater attention to her breasts and nipples than was necessary before stepping back a little to admire his handiwork.

As he soaped her up, paying attention to her muscles, Urvasi let off murrmurrs as well as yiffers here and there. On soaping up her tail, she let out an erotic murr as he grabbed around her tail root, then yiffered as he moved out to the tip, loving that he did this a couple of times to make sure her tail got fully soaped. On getting her front, she murred and yiffered as he took care of her breasts, her nipples growing hard from his attention, along with feeling a welling wetness in her nethers.

After that really good lathering, Urvasi rinsed off even as she took Dylan's hands to have him help her. Then she switched places and lathered him up, lingering only slightly in his intimate areas to show want and desire yet without need. She helped him rinse off, brushing over his body with her hands.

Her touch sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body, alighting all of Dylan's senses and sent his brain into a spinning conundrum of battling lust versus sensibility. His eyes were wide with hunger as she washed him, threatening to break his promise.

With both of them being much cleaner than they were, Urvasi said, "Shower, off." Two extra large towels moved into the shower via her Telekineses and she dropped one over Dylan's head even as she grabbed hers, saying, "Oops... *yiffer* sorry."

"Nah, you meant that," he swatted her with the towel playfully before rubbing his dripping hair.

"Hey, delicate female here, delicate female," she yiffered out enjoying his antics.

"Don't make me tickle you," Dylan half threatened. Envisioning the sight of her squirming under his touch brought on another wave of heat to his cheeks and below the waist. Hurriedly he resumed drying himself to distract.

She replied, "As if you could... I am denser than you, right?" She left off the teasing as she helped him dry off, then she began the process of drying off with her towel, and motioning for Dylan to use his towel on her as well. Between the oils, her fur, and the towels, it didn't take long to get her fur dry enough. She smiled at Dylan, saying, "Common, this way."

Urvasi led Dylan to her luxurious queen sized bed, and then she crawled into the middle and laid face down, her tail down between her legs. A deep breath of sleep sounded out as she momentarily drifted into unconsciousness, and then a quick intake of breath as she woke back up to say, "Sorry... didn't mean to drift off. Whenever you're ready..."

"Didn't mean to snore, you mean?" Dylan continued to tease from the other side of the room having briefly popped out to request some clean underwear from the replicator to contain his physical reaction.

"Hey, ladies don't snore.. we 'breath'. Besides, you're a guy, so 10.5 on a Richter scale?" she countered.

"Ha, ha, very funny," he replied sarcastically. "I'm sure the computer could settle that matter if we asked."

Urvasi yiffered in humor, "So, we have it spy on us while we sleep to see who snores louder? Passssss."

Crawling on the bed beside her Dylan's gaze followed the contours of her slender, yet muscular body and shapely backside. Shaking aside the thought he returned his attention to matter at hand: "Where is the most of your tension?" he asked. "Across here?" he lent forward pressing against her shoulders before sliding his hands towards the base of her neck. "Here?" he asked again. "Or further down?" he probed pressing his fingers further down her back."

Urvasi murred in pleasure at his presses. She said, "Most is between the shoulders, neck is second, lower back is third.. then, at pelvis illiac plates, which include several of my muscles running beside my glutes for back stability and tail movements. For those muscles, best way to massage them is to press hard along my inner thigh into the joint areas and then massage upwards through the glutes, then return and massage outward along and outwards of the glutes, and up and between my glutes. *exotic yiffer, low erotic voice* Wandering fingers are expected. *Normal Voice* Don't worry, when you get there, I will shift my tail around so you can feel those muscles. Did that help?"

Leaning back upon his heels Dylan had bitten his lip as Urvasi moaned under his testing hands feeling that familiar blood rush around him and clear invitation to something sweet as nectar.

God, the woman was an insatiable tease he thought. "So, pretty much everywhere?" he replied, his voice sounding more throaty than normal.

Urvasi giggled, then replied, "Well, you try piloting a ship at 270 light years per hour with extremely controlled twitches and see where that puts your muscles... but, yeah, sorry."

"Alright, I'm no masseuse mind you," Dylan reminded. "Let me know if I'm too heavy handed."

Urvasi let out a breath of humor, then said in a low voice, "Not to worry, boy friend, I will."

As Dylan started she murred heavily at him working into her muscles and joints. Then, when he shifted to work on her neck, she said, "If I fall asleep, just wake me when you need some info, okay?

Now straddling her waist to reach her neck more comfortably Dylan chuckled again: "I'll take it as a compliment if you do."

She yiffered in a low, exotic, way, "Sounds good, thanks..." She sighed out in feeling him at her neck, murring, "Feels good." She also enjoyed feeling Dylan's weight over her, even though his weight was only that of a 'Junior high' school male for her race. Of course, as he was sitting and not pressing his front into her, she didn't know of her affect upon him. Their banter, their closeness, one helping the other with teasing, felt perfect and natural for her culture. She whispered, "You can press harder... feels good..." Shortly, her breathing was deeper as her tail began lazily shifting in her light sleep.

Deftly working the muscles in her neck, applying more pressure in a controlled manner Dylan moved his hands in a steady rhythm feeling the tension beneath his touch shift with each pass. Her fur was still damp and smelt softly of the soap he'd lathered her with in the shower but also he could feel an oily texture in the depths of the hair strands. Together they made the skin feel soft and subtle, a gentle disguise for the firm, toned muscles below.

Utelizing each of his fingers, palm and heel of his hand he shifted lower to work upon the shoulders and spine. It was then he noticed she'd become more sedated and her breathing deeper. With a smirk and slight shake of his head Dylan concluded Urvasi had indeed fallen asleep.

"Dream on sleeping beauty," he whispered.

And under his ministrations, Urvasi did indeed continue sleeping. As he got to her buttocks, he did not need to wake her. Her tail, an indication of health, emotional state, and thoughts, continued to move about gently with the tail tip flicking back and forth from the good dreams she was having, which allowed him to feel out the muscles being used to control those motions.

In retrospect it was properly a good thing that Urvasi remained asleep, or at least put on a very conceiving act of doing so as Dylan continued to massage her tired body. The close proximity to her naked lower body continued to stimulate him, the firmness of her backside added to the mixture along with a fleeting temptation to explore her delicate areas in more depth. However, the day had left him spent and the need to sleep was greater than anything else.

Dylan contemplated his next move, wondering if the computer would recognize his requirement for fresh clothing in her quarters. Properly, he concluded as he'd already been able to acquire some boxers. Of course he could redress in the same, sweaty clothes, or risk it dressed as he was for the short journey back to his quarters to crash out. Rrawran would properly be back by now and may pepper him with questions about the shuttle mission. The prospect of reliving it again made him want to groan. The final option was to remain here. Ursavi hadn't offered him an invitation he recalled - would she be angry if he slid under the linen or slept on the sofa? Considering the structure of the dating game in her culture it was unlikely she'd object and may even encourage it.

Twisting to look over his shoulder as Ursavi continued to sleep on, unaware of his dilemma and yawned. Sofa, he decided. Close enough to show willingness but far enough to not be intrusive.

As Urvasi felt Dylan roll off of her, she rolled in his direction to snuggle up against him in a spooning position. She remained asleep as she did this. It was a habit picked up from the dorm settings for learning about each other when the ratio was 1 male to 3 female. She was against her second stage dating male settling down for a recuperative sleep together.

The plan to sleep on the sofa quickly faded away as Ursavi - pretending to sleep or otherwise - matched his movements thus resulting in the two of them laying close to one another a in comforting manner. Dylan lay anxiously rigid for a moment, again contemplating his next move while behind Ursavi continued to sleep on, the warmth and weight of her body cocooning him. The anxiety to exit the bed eased, the racing nature of his brain slowed as time seemed to stretch until Dylan too had fallen asleep.

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