RECYCLEDCRAFT: Space Sex Mystery?

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PREMISE (example)

You awaken on a train - or a sleek-feeling spacecraft, or a boat, or even a submarine.
The shape of the craft isn't important, or even immediately apparent - but you are here, a sealed, surprisingly comfortable room with a soft bed, whereas before you were home. If home was even where you wanted to be.

"Good morning, passenger," a voice purrs; you can feel a presence with it, but there's no indication anyone is in the room with you.

There is, however, a comfortable weight along your legs, your arms, your spine... something appears ready to keep you here for a while.

What will you do?

CONTEXT

What is this, exactly? This premise is a smut spinoff of a wider continuity - the 'space'craft your character is on has taken your character from their home. It - any and all pronouns are fine, and if you OOCly have a preference just give a heads-up in your starter comment and we'll go from there - has been through quite a time recently, having lost its crew and the programming that initially determined its purpose. (Some data/facts still remain for basic navigation and specialization - see the next entry!) Nor does it remember exactly how it happened, just that something terrible happened and it has to do things more on-its-own now.

But what it can still do is (A) interpret characters' emotions and respond accordingly, (B) provide safe and sturdy transport plus life support and (C) bond intensely with those now tied to it!

This can be for a one-on-one scenario, a group account, or even joint threading if everyone would like to put in the time to sort things out! Can start with the premise above, or can be time-skipped along to where both parties are familiar with one another.

OPTIONS

What kind of 'craft are you on, anyway?
The Ace - originally a sleek fighter craft, this one was made to take to space and the skies with impunity! Very flexible, good at interpreting orders, and still carries echoes of 'tude from its former crew. And now it's focusing all that energy on you. Think you can take it?

Star-Gazer - originally a solo-craft meant for exploration, this 'craft was built to take someone far, and to provide companionship to anchor someone to reality on the way. It's designed to be cozy, and is not meant to be shared. Maybe it remembers another name alongside yours, but it no longer recalls those memories consistently. But perhaps that isn't a bad thing...

Like the Lightning - this was a mercenary's craft, passed along from generation to generation. With acute knowledge of trade routes and meticulously-crafted stealth routines to take shelter on even the most unexpected worlds, its job is to do the job - but it can't do so alone, and that's where you come in. Such a partnership does come with benefits, as a matter of course.

The Lost One* - a missioncraft, badly damaged, better suited for a group than an individual... but it has found someone, and will desperately work to make sure they are safe. Believes very strongly in doing the Just thing, but now it doubts it knows how to determine that anymore. Appears to have lost everything twice over, and has just enough memory to make it very hard to accept things at face value. Befriending this one is the most difficult possibility, but it is doable - if you wish to sincerely try.

*This IS meant to poke fun at myself, to be clear.

GENERAL SCENARIOS

Introductions - Exactly what it says on the tin.
Visiting a World - Can be just shopping, can be a 'risk of getting caught' sort of deal, or you've caught whiff of Adventure. Each 'craft will have different reactions, of course, but fun CAN be had by all!
Voidstorm* - Traveling through one of these tends to have... unique effects. Usually ones that are temporarily bad for one's sanity, but not having to be alone during them is supposed to help. Or it can just make things weirder; you never know! Don't try to break the windows and go outside, though; that's never a good idea.

*I'm not changing what it's called, because I can't think of anything better to call it. To explain 'from the outside': imagine if sex pollen were a space phenomenon you could fly through, and be directly effected mentally/emotionally. Hallucinations, particularly shared hallucinations, are common. Seeing people you love outside and feeling compelled to go out there is also possible. Other possibilities include seeing emotions as aura colors, feeling compelled to speak and act on one's deepest feelings, and not being able to understand other languages.
You can see why sex pollen wouldn't be out of place here, right?

KINKS

Anticipated Content: Mindsharing, Voyeurism and/or Exhibitionism, Sense Play, Cuddling (through atypical means), Xenophilia, Mechanophilia, Vulnerability (Emotional, Physical), Light Bondage, Body Worship.
Personal Favorites (Not required for the premise, just ones I like): Biting, Sense-sharing, Orgasm Control, Sensory Overload, Slow-to-Warm-Up, Breastplay, Lactation.
Nos: Watersports/Scat, Bloodplay, Necrophilia.

Any kinks not listed under any of these are open to discussion, as well.

Comments

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Kenna made an encouraging noise, pressing on Konoka's shoulders lightly.

"That's good," she said, her own voice a warm, low tone.

The further along Konoka got, the more she'd be able to sense the rock moving - rocking, ever so slightly.

"You're going to get cracks soon; that's perfectly natural," Kenna reassured.

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As Konoka continued to work her hands on the rock, pushing and compressing down, getting the rhythm of the glow, and then drawing upon her memories, she indeed started to see cracks. There was a fleeting moment where she felt panic shoot up her spine, but she eventually managed to catch on what was actually happening, and simply calmed herself back into the rhythm. She'd see this through, especially after coming this far!

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Konoka would feel when the wayfinder was ready, before there were any visible signs.
But, right after that sense of rightness peeked through, the rock burst apart harmlessly - revealing a very colorful wayfinder indeed!

"Oooooh," Kenna breathed; parts of the wayfinder glowed, the colors ranging from reds to yellows to, of course, purple. Evidence of her past and present, mixed together, patterned less like the first one Konoka had seen and more like stars in the night sky - only much (relatively) larger.

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Konoka felt, rather than saw, her little project come to completion. That sense came just at the right time, as the cracks reached a peak before shattering completely. In her hands was the waystone, her work gleaming in her hands.

"It looks amazing!" Konoka marveled, her voice low, but far above a whisper.

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Now that Konoka didn't have to be totally focused on making the wayfinder, Kenna's arm made its way to rest on Konoka's stomach, right near the void-rock.

"The way it reacts to us, we tend to think of it sort of like a piece of our hearts, or minds or the like. So it's like you you can't be lost, now that you have one."

Kenna sighed happily. "Even when the void is fluid, it's a way of saying we can be steady, too. Constant in change."

And fun to touch!

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"A piece of our hearts..." Konoka echoed thoughtfully, again gazing at the wayfinder glittering in her hand. "I guess that makes sense, for a wayfinder to enable me to uh, find my way."

Konoka leaned back to look at Kenna again. "So it's okay to not change too much, then?" It was something she thought about, from time to time, given how much her adventures had changed since she'd been called into the void.

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Kenna's only response to that was a warm grin - and to slyly move up her hands to Konoka's chest.

"Hey, I for one like how you are now! It's more than okay to me!"

While that may not have been entirely about why Konoka was concerned, hopefully it was still reassuring to hear.

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Konoka laughed, not just from Kenna's touch, but her rather simple, yet profound answer. She may not have been answering to Konoka's real concern, but it was enough to assure her anyway. It probably didn't hurt that Kenna had a real talent for touching just the right places.

Taking a firmer grip of her completed waystone, Konoka leaned back to kiss at Kenna's taller form. Whether she'd actually reach anything or not probably depended on how Kenna responded.

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Konoka would be rewarded for her initiative this time round, as Kenna leaned right on in to that kiss, giving as well - or perhaps more - than she got.

Slowly, Kenna's hands massaged Konoka's chest. Around them, much more slowly, the odd rock began to shift, heating up and becoming yet more pliable.