The Coy Method - SAR - Coy After Hours
Posted on Mon Sep 22nd, 2025 @ 12:40am by Commander Rosa Coy
1,269 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission:
Character Development
Location: DS9
Rosa stepped off the turbolift and onto the bustling promenade of DS9. Her boots felt heavier than usual, weighted by the adrenaline that still coursed through her system from the training exercise into the Badlands. The Badlands always brought danger, even in controlled conditions, and tonight she needed release. Not just rest — release. Coy lingered in the back of her mind, as always, whispering sharp-edged suggestions, pressing her with memories of every moment her heart had spiked during the mission.
The symbiont was almost cruel this evening, pushing images and cravings like a drug into Rosa’s system. She could almost taste her future companion in her mouth, feel them against her skin. This caused her senses, which were already on edge to be at incredibly heightened levels. So, while the cadets bunked down for the night, she hunted.
The bar’s lights were low, amber spilling across tables crowded with off-duty Starfleet officers, freighter crews, and civilians. Music throbbed faintly, matched by the hum of conversation and laughter. Rosa slid onto a stool at the bar, shrugging out of her jacket, ordering a drink. She wanted something strong and quick, something to burn the nerves out of her veins.
She leaned on the bar gaining the ire of the Ferengi behind it. “Ale, double, strong.”
“Eh, erm, which ‘Ale’ would you like?” The lobed man stammered as he started to reach for the lower shelf stuff.
“Uh, uh, nope. You know which Ale I’m talking about.” She nodded in the direction of the wall safe and squinted. “The ‘good’ stuff. Savvy?”
He scurried away to get the bottle she requested and in the mean time she spun around and scanned the room.
She saw them almost immediately—a presence that drew her attention even before Coy’s commentary sharpened her awareness. Broad shoulders, strong arms, perfect for support during lifts. She pictured herself being pressed up against the wall, then returning the favor. Their skin, or was it a thin layer of hair, ooh, even better, soft, waiting to be stroked. Their tight-fitting leather upper had everything pressed in tight, begging for release. They locked eyes for a moment, Rosa did not look away until they did when she turned to find her drink on the counter.
Her body responded before her mind did, tension knotting low and hot. Coy’s voice purred: “That one. You’ve already imagined their hands on you.”
Rosa sipped her drink, ignoring the heat in her chest, though her pulse betrayed her. She didn’t glance again immediately, controlling herself, but she knew she would. That knowledge was its own surrender.
She took the Ale and downed it before asking for another. The Ferengi hesitated until she flashed him a full sliver of GPL. He sat the bottle down and backed away. Sometimes, money was necessary.
The stranger eventually moved closer, or perhaps Rosa maneuvered herself near them without fully admitting it. Conversation began—banter light and easy, Rosa’s words carefully balanced between control and invitation. She was always better at reading flight patterns than social ones, but here she trusted instinct including Coy’s, and the instinct was good.
Coy whispered innuendos into her ear, taunting her composure. Rosa held the line, mostly. She let laughter slip, she let her hand linger when she didn’t need to, she let her eyes hold theirs a moment too long. Each was a crack in the armor. She justified them all. Coy savored them all.
After several minutes of flirting she could tell the stranger was game for more intimate playtime. “Names Coy, you want to go back to your place?”
“Xzenna.” They held out their hand, a small tail suddenly emerged from behind. Coy instantly got excited. “I don’t normally, but you sound like a thrill ride I cannot pass up.”
”If you say no to this, I will never let you live it down. She has a tail for the God’s sake.”
Rosa smiled, “You have no idea.”
They left the bar, spent a few minutes walking, and half staggered into the housing section of the station, where Xzenna invited Coy behind closed doors. Rule number one was complete: No attachments: never the same lover twice. Coy checked this particular little box.
Xzenna stopped at her bed and kicked off her heels, dropping her down two and a half inches, closer to Rosa’s height, yet still very much taller. “I’m new to this sort of thing, but don’t you dare go easy on me.” Her eyes held a look of a woman in need of release. “Where shall we start?”
Rosa clenched her jaw, half wanting to let loose, the other half maintaining some semblance of control. Rule two: Control is an illusion. She walked over to the replicator, “Computer, Coy toy number…” She glanced briefly at Xzenna, sizing her up, “13.” She finished.
The computer chirped and a rubber bound item with adjustable straps and a variable set of appendages on either side appeared upon the pad in a shade of green with purple stripes. Rosa picked it up, walked over to Xzenna and tossed the toy onto the bed.
“Oh, my, is that for me?” They asked.
“For us.” Rosa said simply, her focus animalistic. “But first…” She took hold of Xzenna’s leathers, found the release clasp and pulled. They fell away, revealing the intimacy of everything that was beneath, her fur-covered birthday suit, if you will.
Xzenna let out a breath, a sigh of relief. They had that breath taken away again as Rosa quickly grabbed them by the thighs and lifted them before falling into them on the bed. Coy was loud in her head, loving every minute of it.
What followed next was several hours of back and forth, rolling in the bed, up against the wall, romping upon the floor, pure unadulterated passionate sex. They each took turns with Coy toy #13, as it was built to pleasure them both at the same time. By the time they were ‘finished’ Xzenna lay curled into Rosa’s form, lightly purring.
Rosa had lost herself in it. Every gasp, every shiver, every moment she gave in was amplified by Coy’s murmur of satisfaction. She was both participant and observer, her own pleasure doubled by the voice sharing it with her.
Afterward, Rosa lay back, chest still rising and falling with the high of release. She felt lighter, looser, sweat cooling on her skin. Coy was quiet at first, indulgent, then eventually teasing again: “You’ll tell yourself this was stress relief. But you chose them because you wanted to. You’ll choose again.” he was right of course, though that didn’t make it any easier.
Rosa smiled faintly, even as her eyes closed. She’d kept her three rules—no attachments, no promises, no regrets. The drink, the body, the night—they gave her what she needed. Tomorrow she’d be an officer again, her cadets none the wiser. But tonight, Rosa Coy had been human, hungry, and free.
Before she donned her flight jacket and left Xzenna alone in the bed, she tucked the toy safely on the pillow next to the furry woman. She then stepped back, slipped on her coat, and left. In approximately two hours, she would be heading out for one final training mission. The cadet’s final test would test them. With Coy satisfied, at least temporarily, she could be sane again and focus on the mission at hand.
Rule #3: Always leave them wanting more.
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