Vixyy had IRL things to do, so I cranked up a random word generator, and did my own Thursday Prompt this week. Enjoy!


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Resekdhe’
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer

Prompt: cooking

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“Zogat, Captain,” the station’s mess steward said courteously as Varan sat down. “What would you like for firstmeal?”

“Resekdhe’, please,” Varan replied, “with a glass of mopa’ juice and a piece of cold roasted yevech.” The steward gestured his comprehension and headed off to the kitchen area while the vir leaned back and suppressed a yawn. Playing the game module had been a wearying task, involving as it did the exorcism of Meredith’s paladin character.

For some reason known only to the game designers, casting out evil entailed sex. Varan had been forced to do this before, after the Teddy Bear Picnic; it required transforming her mage’s staff into a phallus and using it with consecrated oil as a lubricant. With Meredith’s paladin stripped and tied down and the herbs from the purification kit burning around her and wafting their fumes up her nose, the mage had fucked her to at least three screaming climaxes that finally succeeded in the paladin’s Purity stats reaching their usual high level.

Varan had saved the game module at that point, gone to her quarters, and masturbated before going to sleep.

She had taken her padd out of her uniform and was reading through the latest news as the steward came forward and placed a steaming bowl, utensils, a small plate and a glass on the table. “Enjoy your meal, Ma’am,” he said after setting a napkin beside the glass.

“Thank you.” She smiled and took a deep smell of her breakfast before setting the padd aside and taking up a spoon while the steward went off to look after other customers.

Resekdhe’ is a thick, hot gruel, made by stewing zh’rekk grain with milk for several cycles before it is mixed with spices and small chunks of dried fruit. She spooned up a mouthful, blew gently across it, and savored the portion after she’d placed it in her mouth. It was just the right consistency, sweet but not cloyingly so, with the spices sending little jolts of sensation across her tastebuds. Meredith had told her about her father’s Madras korē, and Varan thought that the comparison might be apt.

Growing up on a zh’rekk farm, Varan knew how to make resekdhe’ for herself, of course. That didn’t bar her from enjoying it when other people made it or judging whether they’d done a good job of it. In this case, the cooks had succeeded. While it was not as good as her mother’s, it was still very tasty.

The piece of yevech had been carved from the breast and only mildly seasoned before cooking. It made a good contrast with the hot spiced gruel. The fruit juice was a mild stimulant, and after getting halfway through her meal Varan glanced at her padd again.

Her ears twitched upright, and she almost spit out her mouthful of juice. The Foreign Ministry had announced that the Confed had agreed to the Sovereign’s demands, with their ruler and staff being surrendered to Imperial authority at Lalande within twenty Terran days. The war would soon be over, and although she would always go where she was assigned without complaint, Varan allowed herself the wish that she could be reassigned to the sector around This Far.

If only to see Meredith in person again.