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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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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.

Oh, how satisfying it was to get stimulation! After holding back for so long, initially only here for the sweet comfort of restraint, Konoka's excitement got the better of her. It was no real loss though, not while Star Gazer was so willing to indulge her.

Konoka rubbed her hips against the 'control stick', needy for not just stimulation, but penetration. Judging by the sensations she could feel of the other side, she knew Star Gazer would anticipate it as much as she herself did.

It wasn't as if this need be the last time Konoka take the chair in such a way, after all...

The doubling-factor set in again, that sense of being penetrated likewise becoming penetrating.

The Star Gazer hummed through the link, a sigh of pleasure in her own idiom. All touches breezed down Konoka's sides, her stomach, up her legs... like a magnetic effect, all pleasure concentrated towards one location.

The newly minted Captain could feel both getting penetrated and penetrating all at the same time. It was like a circle of feedback completing itself, so potent that her eyes rolled back when it struck. Even with Star Gazer's physical presence being so wildly different than her own, Konoka could feel her embrace as if she were a physical lover. But it was also unique in the way she could feel pleasure being drawn towards a center spot.

Konoka arched her back as much as her binds would allow as the feeling intensified. At this rate, she was going to come soon.

Sighing again, the Star Gazer shifted through the link; likewise, Konoka would be able to feel the 'doubling' effect likewise shift upon her.

Again her chest was caressed, stroked. Light touches went to her ears, the back of her neck and knees.

And, not to be seen by the naked eye, the Star Gazer could also tell they were approaching their destination...

And their reserved slot wasn't altogether too soon. Good.

She slowed down the pace one last time, an decrescendo of touch meant to heighten pleasure.

While Star Gazer's touch slowed down, Konoka's rocking became more deliberate. Even if her own body was so tightly contained, her mind had no such limit. Star Gazer couldn't give her the same kind of touch a human did, but she didn't have to: the ship could give her experience no one else could, and so much more.

Konoka found herself letting go, and a climax slammed into her. She rocked her hips into that control stick as much as her bound body would let her.

And where Konoka couldn't reach the whole way, the ship herself reached back through her, spreading touch and love up and down through the Captain.

On top of that, mostly for her own amusement, she shifted out of the void in time with Konoka's climax.

Breathe at my count, Konoka, she sent, before helping to bring her darling back down to the world... even as she was still bound.

That climax came with hard, insistent moaning. If the first part of the release had left her breathless, then feeling herself getting pierced all the way through (if metaphysically) had made her scream once more. It felt almost like her body wasn't listening to her at all, squeezing every last piece of pleasure out of itself by raw instinct.

It was thankful then, that Star Gazer told her to breathe, and come back down. Konoka forced herself to take deep breaths.

Gag off, please. She added, which would help. She could get the rest of her body to something calm later, but that had to be taken care of, first.

And with a twist, the Star Gazer bade the ball gag to lessen, shrink - also, separately, freeing Konoka's arms. She had put that particular gag in herself, after all.

The ship elected to wait until Konoka had calmed down enough before informing her of their arrival... or, even as the doubling effect waned, she was free to look into it herself.

Still, it was best to keep to one thing at a time, regardless.

Having overwhelmed herself with that experience, the Captain (ah, has she finally earned that title now?) took a moment to simply breathe. The bonds eased off of her, and she simply collected herself in her seat and listened to her own heartbeat. She felt a little annoyed with herself that she got worked up enough for something that she had meant to relax to prepare for, but Star Gazer hadn't complained. It wasn't worth worrying about, so she'll figure it out soon enough.

Just as she felt a bit more recovered, the ship informed her that they arrived.

"Good! I should probably go wash up," Konoka said, knowing full well that she had made a bit of a mess last time she got some release.

Konoka would have enough time to clean both herself and the chair (that sort of automation was still a few upgrades away, for the Star Gazer. It did provide the grounds for a much more lighthearted sort of teasing, however), and even for some more normal rest while she and her ship talked over the finer points of the 'flypast' sky space.

There were two designated areas for it - one on the planet, set over some modest fields and lakes for in-atmosphere flights - and the other in the inhabited planet's nearby asteroid belt. The latter had more requirements, particularly surrounding spaceflight checks, but reviews indicated the asteroids were no true danger for those brave enough to accept the premise.

The Star Gazer wanted to try both, though in no particular order. The safety orientation ran in shifts, and the length depended on how many people attended a given session - anywhere from three-quarters of an hour to over four, particularly if someone wanted a hands-on approach.

It actually took a few hours to make planetfall. It gave Konoka time to clean up and rest for real. Mostly, the wait came from waiting for the planet to cycle its ring so it would not complicate their landing. Said ring acted as its natural defense system against the nearby asteroids, so that they wouldn't cause a problem (and they also hovered nearby enough to hold a few stations, too). The planet itself had gases that turned the sky a hazy pink during the daytime, but there was hardly anything dangerous, as far as their landing site went!

Konoka decided that she wanted to do the land version first, if only so she could tour this planet proper (and she'd have an easier time doing the asteroid belt later). She still had a couple of questions, though. Namely... "How does the flight path work? We attend the safety demonstration, then..."

The Star Gazer put up a map on the main screen; two circles, one large and one small, hovering in sync with each other over an outlined path.

"We would have to submit our intended route to the control tower. We'd be allotted a certain amount of leeway for how far we could be from each other at maximum. The rest of it... well, we can take as long as we like."

It sounded quite straightforward, really.

"I'd recommend taking time to see how floating against this planet's gravity feels first, however. And staying close once we begin our joint flight."

There came a gentle shoulder rub through the link. A fond gesture.

"Ah!" So ultimately, she would be touring alongside Star Gazer in a predetermined flight! Now how the flight was going to go was starting to become a little clearer in her head. "Well, here's to a good flight... and a good practice!"

She did in fact, hop up and float as a quick test to feel what gravity felt like on this planet. It was different on a lot of planets, as she learned!

The Star Gazer gently reminded her that they hadn't actually landed yet - Konoka would need to go outside to get the best feel for it.

Fortunately she'd also have to go outside anyway so the in-atmosphere control post could take her photo - that, and one of the ship herself, would be used as part of an information package to tell all of the visitors apart on their paths.

There were also clearly-phrased signposts to direct them to the next safety orientation start point.

"Ah!" Well Konoka might have jumped the gun, due to them already being in the atmosphere. However, they naturally had to land first, followed by getting checked in, neither which had happened yet.

Eventually, they arrive at their destination and Konoka emerges out into this newfound world. At the moment, she was just making sure her uniform of choice, the slim school-girl-esque one, was in working order, and primed for her picture. In the meantime, she was taking note of what the crowds--if any--might be doing, or how the folks accepting her and Star Gazer's pictures might regard her.

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