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RECYCLEDCRAFT: Space Sex Mystery?

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.

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A smile.

Then I shall work on taking us to where such a thing can be done.

'Safely', for preference. But in the meantime...

You may wish to get comfortable. This next trip might be some hours.

A sense of creeping warmth seeped from the SCA, as well as the bands. More suggestive, this time.

Konoka had cleaned up for the moment, but hours meant the greater half of a day. She had time to get truly comfortable, and that included if she wanted that comfort to be a bit inescapable.

So to that degree, Konoka changed her clothes. Given that she was used to uniforms, Konoka had been a bit of a stickler between finding the right balance between comfort and presentation. But when she decided to go for "endurance" restraints, comfort ruled above all. Her uniform was swapped out for pajamas, which were made of a sleeveless top with a bow framing her cleavage, and pants that hugged her hips and thighs but were much looser on the lower half. She did up her long hair--which had grown even longer in her time since inheriting the ship, but she valued keeping it--in a semi-loose knot.

From there, she pulled out several of her restraints and toys, and moved them to the main deck. Some days Konoka wanted to perceive nothing, to be truly helpless. Other days she just wanted the comfort and to squirm, and today was one of the latter.

"Shall we?" It was as much of an invitation for Star Gazer to 'help' as it was to give a heads up that Konoka would begin restricting her own limbs otherwise.

The teasing went on throughout the costume change - hugging her arms, slowly kissing her hips, swarming around her ankles. Her head was ruffled, though that wasn't so much teasing as a more lighthearted kind of play (as messing Konoka's hair wasn't quite within the Star Gazer's power).

"Oh, yes," the ship replied, the main chair briefly flaring to life in confirmation.

Bondage was a-go~

Just several months ago, Konoka never would have imagined that she could feel the teases of a lover like she could now. But here she could freely play with a ship that could touch and tease her body. The time she'd gone home, she had wisely not described this to her (former) classmates, lest they waste their time stirring up even more rumors about her than they already were probably doing.

Konoka first made a harness around her chest, letting the ropes squeeze and frame her body. Only then did she sit on the 'driver's' seat. Aside from this chair having its own restraints, she also had ropes for her legs, as well as some cables that would let Star Gazer interact a bit more directly. She began to tie her own legs together too. She could either secure herself by the chair's straps, or let Star Gazer add her own touches.

Konoka also produced a thick gag. Since they could communicate mentally, there wasn't much need to have her mouth open...

As Konoka put each restraint into place, sensations ghosted around the effected skin. That sensation grew, doubled once she sat down. Those cables briefly hummed to life, only to subside once the 'test' proved satisfactory.

I'll secure these, the ship noted, when Konoka got to her legs. No need to bend over excessively, after all. Not her Captain...

Though perhaps that was a bit forward, even now.

Roll your shoulders for me. Please?

Just to test her range of motion.

Since Star Gazer said so, Konoka left her bondage to the ship, with only the harness done.

So as she settled down, Konoka rolled her shoulders to test her range of motion, sitting down but otherwise unrestricted. It was roughly normal of what she was capable of (but also, a nice last-minute stretch!).

"That's about what I've got!" Konoka answered.

As was her preference, the Star Gazer fit the rest of the restraints in to place from Konoka's feet on up, letting Konoka's shoulders be one of the last parts of her to be set with a final-sounding click.

Again Konoka's SCA buzzed, as the ship 'breathed' with her.

And how it feels?

The restraints that actually bound her felt like an embrace. Even though Konoka had learned to apply some of her own bondage, there was still something special about having someone else do it.

Even more so, when the ship itself could guide its hand like a personal touch could.

She could feel a thrum with her every breath, now that she was locked in.

"Good." Came her voice, breathy.

That breathiness the Star Gazer took as a good sign, and for some minutes more the only things Konoka would feel were the solidity of the restraints, the chair itself, and a ghostly warmth that touched first part of one limb, then another, then the small of her back...

The 'joystick' would only come out if Konoka thought to summon it.

Konoka sighed in delight. In all honesty, she hadn't done this particular setup for titillation (there would always be a time for later), but with how comfortable and erotic things felt, she could hardly resist the urge to vocalize her pleasure.

She did in fact, test her binds by attempting to buck her hips a few times. The straps didn't yield, and she only got a tiny ways away from the butt of her seat. Now well and truly contained, Konoka allowed herself to relax.

Even more, letting these binds embrace her felt like an extension of Star Gazer herself, so letting those binds squeeze her felt like a long, warm hug. How could she not enjoy bondage like this?

The mood of the hour was understood; while sex wasn't on the immediate agenda, the Star Gazer did enjoy making Konoka happy, in many different ways.

Through the link came a purr - the vibrations reverberating through the gag as well, testing how that feedback was working.

The gag settled in her mouth. It was ostensibly a ball on the outside, but it was also quite phallic on the inside, filling her mouth. She couldn't really control her lips, and small bits of saliva drained freely from the corner of her lips. The deep, purring rumble made Konoka purr right back into the thing lodged in her mouth and kept there. As far as she was concerned, Konoka was sealed away in a private little place away from the world, the Void, as it were.

"Mmmnnnnhhh~!" Just hearing herself was getting Konoka a little worked up, but it wasn't yet enough to pull for arousal. But she did have the tools to ask for, once she did. Part of her wondered if she should have her more... sensual energy for that coordinated flight, or if she should run it through before then.

((Did you have a preference on when things should turn erotic? I don't actually have one myself, for this scene or the next one.))

It was a good thing indeed that they could read each others' mood in this way - while some emotional states required context, others were quite plain for the Star Gazer to read, when it would be otherwise misfortunate to misinterpret!

There was an impression of touch along Konoka's cheeks, as if to brush something away from that filled mouth of hers.

Just let me know if you feel yourself falling asleep, Konoka. I wouldn't want you to miss our arrival!

Amongst other things.

Sure thing!

Konoka nodded too, even if she didn't need it. The Void lacked a day and night cycle, so she relied on Star Gazer's time keeping and regulation to keep her own cycle in check. Though she'd been bound, the idea of falling asleep could be something of a risk! They still had a few hours to go.

Then, give little ol' me somethin' to tease? She wanted to lavish a bit of affection back. Run her tongue in such a way Star Gazer could feel it. Tease little parts and send sparks of joy. Of course, she'd have to do this all while tightly bound to the ship's seat, but... with a little creativity, anything was possible, right?

[[No strong preferences for the current scene, though I'm seeing Konoka wants to lavish affection now. I am curious to how an erotic bent could be applied to their flight.]]

((Alrighty then! That works for me.))

With a subtle gleam - one that refracted in the bracers, the medallion that had been her gift from her context, even Konoka's wayfinder she had shaped in the void nexus - Konoka would feel a certain doubling of all her senses. Another self, breathing in her chest, resting in her chair, purring in her... throat?

Well, that was Star Gazer's void engine, no doubt. And as the coupling deepened, Konoka would find herself again better able to sense parts of her ship. And the more she could sense, the more she (they, the two of them) could play.

Suddenly, the ship's lone 'pilot' found that her senses expanded. Her body was wider, deeper, with new things she could sense. This was only the second time she had felt this coupled expansion this way, the first being when she discovered her ability to fly back when she practiced her newfound magical girl act. But this was a little different, as she was both cognizant of new limbs while being aware of her own bound body. Her inability to move the latter meant it was easier for her mind to focus on the new former.

Konoka ran her suppressed tongue around the shaft-like device gagging her. Despite it blocking her tongue's range of motion, it could still move enough to tickle at this second mouth she felt, as if she were kissing someone already inside her.

Konoka reached out to try and touch anything she could, part of her subconsciously squirming in her bonds, as her mind tried to fill out what she was "touching".

Some of the parallels were obvious - cooling systems and other piping bled into Konoka's pulse; vacuum seals and plating sensors felt as the intactness and nerve sensitivity along the skin, not truly notable unless something went wrong.

Others went deeper, more abstract; internal databases and webstream access, yet vaster than these was the sense of the void: radar, input from her own SCA, all used to leverage balance against that unending, roiling chasm of emotion.

Through the tether came a brief 'kiss' in turn - the Star Gazer picking up on what Konoka was sending and returning it. The ball gag vibrated once more, as well.

There were a surprising amount of likenesses to her body than Konoka expected. She could feel a heart beat even through what was clearly a cooling system. Plating sensors were her nerves, Star Gazer's primary means of sensing what Konoka did. But then she also beheld what it was to float in the void. That same odd sensation overtook her in the same way she did when she learned to fly.

Konoka's legs bucked in her binds, now wishing that she could wrap her legs around her lover somehow. She hummed from the rumble, continuing to let her tongue lavish affection. She didn't bother holding back the low moan that overtook her as a result.

Her nipples poked against her shirt, perhaps begging for attention Konoka herself could not give.

That sense-doubling spread to her legs, her nipples - the Star Gazer echoing back again and again what her Captain felt.

Then, from the SCA, pressure crept down her chest, her crotch, every curve that pressed against the chair. Touch, wanted, became returned.

Konoka now felt like there was a solid body pressing on top of her. Somehow, her wish had come true, before she even thought to vocalize it, even thought to think it. Was she that predictable? Or was it that Star Gazer had come to know her?

She supposed it didn't matter too much. Star Gazer was a ship that had abilities well beyond Konoka's understanding (until very recently), maybe it wasn't unusual that it--she--could pull from Konoka's desires.

Konoka now felt that she was cradled, hands embracing her in such a way that she could actually rock against a solid body. So she did: Konoka bucked against Star Gazer, as if to try and grind against the ship holding her. The frustration of not being able to embrace her lover fed into her arousal and pleasure, but now she was better understanding what it felt like to truly couple with Star Gazer.

For the Star Gazer, desire was - not simple, but bright. Like a nova, vast and layered. Enough to carry someone else along.

But, in this moment, she was carrying Konoka, and that felt like enough for both of them. Part of the chair curled, taking a more intimate pose. The pressure line moved to squeeze the girl's thighs and arms.

Nothing penetrative, not yet; this was simply to establish presence.

"Mmnnnhhhh...!" She was definitely feeling the warm embrace of the ship now, the pressure along her body feeling like a hot and heavy body cradling her. She mewled softly into that gag, appreciative in how much it worked as a semi-permanent kiss.

Now she was worked up enough that she desired some flavor of sexual release. But she'd still rather keep the pace as it was, rather than being too insistent, so she simply hummed into the thing keeping her mouth occupied.

And the Star Gazer could certainly oblige that - both the want and the framing of the desire.

The touches along Konoka's limbs dimmed; enough to keep her aware and awake, but not to excite her further. The gag in her mouth ceased to thrum, though her SCA and the broad bands kept the pace.

Whenever you wish, Konoka.

And there it was. As the stimulation died down, Konoka's neediness surged in its place. She let that feeling stew and intensify, for just a little bit. But her patience could only last for so long.

Eventually, she began attempting to rock her hips, in some attempt to stimulate herself. "Pllsh..." Konoka groaned through her gag. But after a moment, she remembered the mental link, and opted to make it clear.

Now, please...!

The 'craft giggled through the link, and even before Konoka restated herself the Star Gazer was already priming the 'control stick' to press against her Captain.

Pressure also restored along her skin - but this was still only to a teasing extent, all across her back, the curve of her neck, and her chest.

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