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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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Through her SCA, the Star Gazer sent a text - an animated GIF of a stick figure doing a spittake.

Fortunately, the commenters apologized for their more... enthusiastic comments.

The safety orientation proceeded apace; what signals they'd need to use to indicate turns, what each 'color' meant (that the independent-fliers would receive as part of a broadcast for the length of their flight - whether they were getting too close to another path, etc.), and that it was okay to abort a flight early if they found themselves getting tired. Even the pros could wear themselves out!

... That wasn't intended to be a double-entendre, but some of the attendees laughed among themselves anyway.

Thankfully, much of the safety orientation went by without too much further incident. Konoka partially wondered how some of the heavier wing types controlled themselves in the air (were they closer to birds, or to bats?), and had even asked a question to one, but her first priority had always been the safety orientation.

Eventually, the orientation concluded. Konoka got in "line" for the flight proper, via going to the massive takeoff pads that functioned as starting points. Star Gazer would be right there alongside her.

She took a few practice jumps. Gravity was still a bit tricky. "Might have to start off slow," Konoka warned.

Some of the people Konoka asked would have answers, but for others - well, they hadn't so much studied how things worked as simply knew, instinctively, how to fly and what their limits were.

As for the two of them, the Star Gazer was happy to let Konoka determine their pace. A gentle stroking of her shoulders came through the link, causing her bracers to briefly flash.

We'll be alright, the ship assured. She had faith in her Captain.

Well, if Star Gazer had faith in her, then she could have faith in herself. She was now Captain, after all. Feeling the ship's touches was very assuring.

"You are clear for takeoff."

Once she heard those words, Konoka balled up her fists. She took a few practice jumps, again getting a sense of gravity's pull, and then... she jumped again, and allowed her power to take root. She stayed in the air this time, and waited for Star Gazer to start moving before she did.

It took a bit of focus, but she eventually found her balance.

All lights green.

Was the additional message, once Konoka lifted herself into the air. The Star Gazer showed no hesitation in following.

Still, she wasn't going to rush her captain; holding to a rigid distance from the ground, she gave Konoka room to experiment, even fly around the compactness of Star Gazer's form.

You're doing it! was the cheerful praise, a frisson of delight chasing down the tether.

She was still in the state where she had to focus to maintain her flight, but it was becoming easier moment by moment. Konoka had taken to flying forward quite some distance off the ground, but she was otherwise staying steady. It was only after Star Gazer had flown under her that she had taken any serious degree in variation.

The little buzz of delight had certainly helped. Konoka giggled and twirled in the air, moving first above and then below Star Gazer, and it was... actually kinda surprising just how small the ship was in comparison. Even though Konoka had been inside Star Gazer for months, the living quarters had never felt all that cramped. Her room and the storage unit felt just like any house, the ceilings not feeling anything close to claustrophobic (Konoka was short, but she wasn't tiny). But now, looking outside, she was surprised by just how relatively light her ship was.

There were a few other things to see beyond the planet's natural beauty - other pairs on their own flight paths, handling flight with various degrees of grace - but for Star Gazer, her attention was mostly reserved for her Captain.

They chirped at her through the link, the ship waggling its 'wings' playfully.

Do you feel all right for going a little faster, just for a bit?

Best to get a variety of experience before they were spacebound and all.

Compared to say, driving, taking flights like this felt more like riding along bikes with other people. Konoka at least attempted to say hi to anyone who waved at her, now relaxed enough that she could do so mid-flight. Better still, it gave her an excuse to look over the land, from seeing the cities and houses laid out below to the pink haze and towers that marked their track.

"Sure!" The now Captain nodded, and brought her arms to her sides before pouring on some speed. She naturally kept her distance from getting too close, but Konoka did make a point to weave through the air, as to practice her control in smaller spaces.

Banking her non-void engines, the Star Gazer practically leapt to follow her Captain, tilting the ship first slightly one way then the other.

Exhilaration flooded down the link - only to be tempered by remembering the safety rules for this flight. She didn't want to put her Captain in danger, after all!

Put simply, Konoka found flight exhilarating. Compared to when she first learned that she could fly, and put it into practice for being a magical girl, this was a completely different level. She could dart through the clouds, navigate through haze, and be as free as a bird.

And best yet, she could do it close to Star Gazer.

"Oh my gosh! This is the best!" Konoka cheered, exuberant laughter overtaking her.

The equivalent of a smile beamed down - or up - at Konoka.

The Star Gazer made a note of how a different pair were having trouble staying in their lane, and adjusted their own flight pattern accordingly.

Konoka, could you fly on top of me, next? We'll try turning in sync.

Konoka was more agile in a smaller space than a ship, but she still had to be careful not to bump into anything or anyone. Star Gazer's adjustments didn't escape her notice, so she too adjusted to cope with the shifting lane.

Star Gazer herself also seemed to have more ideas. Curiosity bubbling, Konoka wordlessly complied, shifting until she was roughly on top of the center of Star Gazer... while flying, of course.

Their flight code was still green; good, that gave them the leeway for Star Gazer to do something... a little more daring.

If you'd like, we could practice an in-flight takeoff?

There came what was an unquestionably sensual touch along Konoka's spine, with the suggestion.

"In-flight...?" the term confused Konoka momentarily, before her brain caught up and she first imagined landing on Star Gazer and flying off that way. However, that notion was shoved off immediately when there was a pleasurable spark that struck her spine, and immediately her world had been turned upside down.

A garbled fluster left her, partially because she was having a hard time imagining it, and partially because this had been their first stealth-public attempt in several months. "How will that work? Would someone see us?"

Now, on the one hand, the Star Gazer did mean it literally.

On the other hand: They don't have that close an eye on what we're doing. As long as we - or simply I - follow our outlined path, no one will have cause to think twice.

Amusement bubbled through the link. And so long as you are able to take back off, they won't question anything after the fact, either~

It was a challenge, put that way - but one the Star Gazer felt Konoka could live up to, if she took it.

Konoka blinked. So somehow, she was not too far off the mark. And on the other hand, it was supposed to be more... saucy. While she wasn't entirely sure how it would fold out, her curiosity had been won.

Konoka dipped her head, letting said curiosity shift back between their link. "Then, let me try it. I'm up for the challenge."

The start was simple enough: Then let me guide you.

Colored lines, like a diagram, began to filter into Konoka's vision - directions on how to position her limbs for landing, as well as the best place to settle herself.

Once she was there, the answer for how the rest of this would work became obvious - Konoka's torso was positioned right on top of a panel that molded itself to her curves.

How does this feel?

It wouldn't do to overwhelm her Captain by taking this too fast!

Konoka's eyes flickered toward the center of the ship, where the lines guided her. At first blush, it didn't look particularly special, but that changed when she drifted into position. She could see a faint depression where her torso to hips could fit comfortably, so land there she did.

If she was careless, she could still slide right off of Star Gazer, so she made sure to plant herself firmly.

"Feels kinda... warm?" Konoka started. She dared to rock her hips once, as a curious experiment.

It should.

The Star Gazer's voice came equally warm - and where Konoka rocked against the ship, it rocked right back.

Vibrations coursed up, teasing between her legs, caressing her chest.

Konoka could look up and ahead at their course, but she might start lacking the focus for that...

"Wha--!" Konoka was slightly surprised to feel something push back. Sure, the Star Gazer had long since been able to change and channel parts of its body to interact with Konoka, but she had never imagined it would take form like this on the outside of her. Konoka thought to almost relax in the small depression, but that clearly wasn't happening with the way those sensitive teases rolled over her hips, then toward her chest. Just like a lot of their interactions, the touches felt keenly focused, but not quite like human hands, despite it only being vibrations.

Intrigued, Konoka rubbed back with one hand. She could briefly look up to see the skyline, but much of her body was more interested in Star Gazer's shell riling her into sensitivity.

Fortunately, this was a matter where the Star Gazer could safely multitask - basking in Konoka's reactions on one part, keeping to their course with the other.

The ship's material reacted to Konoka's hand like a cat being stroked, pushing up against her skin.

With a similarly sinuous motion, a pulse struck along Konoka's stomach, warm and inviting.

Nominally, Konoka wondered if that small depression was enough to keep her from being flung off the ship if Star Gazer was fast enough. But then again, gravity was slightly heavier here, it would take at least a little more strength before she would be blown away.

On the other hand, there were more important thoughts to be had! For example, the light teasing on her body being so very well focused, even with the wind blasting right by her face. Konoka hummed her satisfaction, vaguely in hopes of Star Gazer feeling it kind of like how she felt Star Gazer graze her stomach with rumbling.

There were other options the Star Gazer could deploy to keep Konoka safe - even while keeping her on her outer hull - but odds were they wouldn't be necessary.

This wasn't a race, after all! And neither was the other thing she was doing with Konoka, for that matter.

Purring down the tether, that sleek material holding Konoka shifted, supplying the girl with warmth on multiple levels.

As she realized that she was in absolutely no danger of falling off, Konoka relaxed considerably. Which worked out well when she realized just how warm this little crevice on Star Gazer was getting.

She could feel bands of warmth tease her front side, mostly focused on her chest but a few areas below her, too. Part of her wanted a bit more direct stimulation, but how much could she get away with stripping...?

For now, she settled for adjusting her skirt, to give her legs and hips a little more flush contact with this warmth.

The Star Gazer pressed up against Konoka's clothes, enjoying the contact for what it was.

Something you want, darling?

On the edges of their vision, other pairs continued their own shenanigans - some focused on the flight, others perhaps on the sights... or their own secret pleasures.

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