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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Ummmm," Yes, Star Gazer was really gonna make her say it. She might as well now. "How do I keep my skirt out of the way? I feel like I want more... close contact."

Those vibrations, ever warm and teasing, made her want it closer.

Ahh...

You'll have to shift up a little, Konoka.

Which would mean risking her balance overall.

Keep your hands flat against my hull.

Where, instead of pressing up against her hands, it would feel like the material was somehow sucking them in!

"Then..."

Konoka could understand that she had to move a bit more forward, her body weight now shifting against the front of the small depression. She moved carefully to avoid making Star Gazer pitch forward. Even though the ship was still several times her size, balancing her weight against the weight of both Konoka and gravity was still a bit delicate.

Konoka placed her hands at the top of the hull. It felt sticky at first, and then Konoka gaped as her arms were drawn in.

She gasped while her hands were pulled in, leaving her more flush against Star Gazer's hull. Her contours were riding up against the upper side of the sunken bowl she'd been resting in, her chest right at the lip.

There was a brief burst of teasing pressure, playing specifically over Konoka's breasts, as they reached the lip of the exposed hull.

Then the ship played along her spine, showing her how to curve it so her skirt could move this way-

She'd be able to tell pretty quickly when she got things right.

Konoka shifted her body to adjust for comfort. In a way, she felt like she was adjusting herself in a large but shallow bowl. Funny then, how aligning herself just right got buzzing against her flesh, some of the surprise actually making her giggle.

Star Gazer's ability to wordlessly guide her was always fascinating, as she could immediately tell how to move with very little interference--and a lot of reward when she got it right. Shifting just right got her skirt moved to expose her hips, only thin panties protecting her skin. That part hardly mattered, and she found herself mewling as she felt it against Star Gazer's vibrating hull.

Once Konoka had found the 'money' spot, the Star Gazer pushed right on, filtering down through the tether all sorts of tempting sensations.

Rather than the hull pushing too much up into her, the bracers and SCA flashed once, and it would feel like she was being teased by fingers, right under her panties.

The touching tendrils felt like she was being teased with electricity, except everywhere and more pleasurably. Konoka struggled to hold herself together, and was probably thankful that Star Gazer had pinned her wrists, as her arms were already jelly.

"Nnnnghhh...!" Those touches really hit the spot, causing Konoka to needily rock her hips. She was pushing more against sensation than any physical force, but the SCA and Star Gazer's connection were all too adept at playing with her body.

The feedback loop was getting quite exquisite now, the Star Gazer felt. A brief shift in the ship's flight pattern made her realize her focus was drifting, however.

Time to get down to business.

Every time Konoka rocked downward, the pressure increased; when she withdrew - intentionally or otherwise - it decreased. The touches along the rest of her body decreased overall as well, concentrating the effect.

Most of Konoka's hip movement until now was incidental, as if by instinct. She was getting teased everywhere, but due to her 'bound' hands could really only react with the rest of her body.

As the teasing began to intensify around her hips, Konoka became slightly more aware of things. She began to rock against the pressure, feeling it intensify when her hips got close, and loosen when she pulled away. Something inside her clicked, and she focused her body on rolling said hips.

"Ahh... haahh..." Konoka's moans took a soft, rhythmic pattern as she began to 'dry' hump the indent on Star Gazer. She arched herself up a bit to make controlling her hips easier, perhaps unintentionally making her chest strain against her outfit. Her nipples hardened, unseen but definitely felt.

The Star Gazer let the pleasure build between Konoka's legs, all that friction coalescing into something greater.

Noticing the reaction in Konoka's chest, she briefly shifted all of the vibrations that way, before refocusing back on where the thin cloth covered Konoka's sex.

"Hnngh!" Suddenly, Konoka felt what seemed like a strong squeeze to her nipples. The stimulation to her hips had disappeared, but only during that moment. After that, when she had temporarily collapsed, the sensation rammed itself back into her, again making her gasp and shift her hips forward.

The heat inside her was getting unbearable. She wanted to simply lose herself in rutting. The fact that she was doing so in the middle of the sky was nothing short of exhilarating.

The Star Gazer tilted slightly, a light enough gradient that Konoka wouldn't lose balance, even as she devoted more pressure towards making her Captain come.

I have you, my love.

A touch more like a caress traveled from the girl's chest to her crotch, timed with another surge of pleasure.

Konoka felt Star Gazer pitch forward ever so slightly, and almost lost her balance for a moment. But it wasn't enough to stop her needful rutting for very long, and that sweet assurance was enough to make the captain smile as she continued to reach release outside, under the expanse of the pink sky.

Would anyone she knew ever believe she took a flight like this? Probably not, but given their relationship and the world at home she knew, it was probably for the best that she kept it her little secret for now.

Feeling slightly emboldened now that she felt that no one was paying attention, Konoka began wanton moaning into the wind, enjoying the sensations that Star Gazer gave her. And just in time, too: Star Gazer had certainly pushed a whole lot of sensation, sending her mind to the stars with her climax.

The Star Gazer pressed in through the tether, feeling the rush of climax soar right back through her. Pushing harder on her engines, she leveled out and increased speed - they were likely to finish their route in record time at this rate...!

You are safe. I've got you. I love you...!

She could faintly hear Star Gazer's call, while her mind was lost in bliss.

When she could speak again, after she could catch her breath, Konoka spoke back. "I love you too!"

Before now, Konoka would admit she'd have a hard time imagining having a human connection with a machine that did not resemble a human at all. But since her adventures with Star Gazer, she has certainly come around.

Konoka lay for a bit longer to catch her breath, only vaguely thinking about her next move. She was more in awe that she had actually made love in the sky.

The Star Gazer gave a cheery ping! when Konoka returned to awareness.

Rise and shine - we have a flight finale to give!

Though her Captain would have a few minutes to make herself presentable.

And don't forget - this is only the first level!~

The ping sparked Konoka to a sitting position, and she scrambled to then sort out her outfit so that she wouldn't have any (obvious) evidence of her messing around. One note of speech caught her attention though.

"First level?" She asked. But it clicked a moment later. "Oh, right! The space flight!"

It took a little of her old magic, but once she cleaned herself up, Konoka prepared for flight.

It would, of course, take some hours to sort out the secondary training and re-orientation - there were many people who also intended to do both fields in one day, in one order or the other - but for now, it seemed no eyes had managed to pry on their secret pleasures.

I would be honored if you flew in front of me, Captain.

"Allow me!"

Pleased that she'd fixed herself up and no fanfare had come between their adventure, Konoka let her power surge once more. She took off, taking a taste of the wind above the clouds as she adjusted her speed to match Star Gazer's, and then briefly overtook her, to finally lead the way.

This was the last leg of the flight path. She could see the line of signal towers framing the landing destination, many of them standing tall in the midst of rocky mountains. The glowing lights at their cores shined even through the pink clouds.

"We're almost there!"

The joy the Star Gazer felt from flight-union was slightly different from the joy they'd just been exchanging, but she delighted in it just the same.

There was a bit of an audience by the signal towers - but these were staff, largely unflappable, ready to reorient people or administer medical care as necessary.

Fortunately the rest of their cohort had had uneventful flights, so there was no cause for heightened attention on any of their parts.

A few looked quite eager to try the space field next, though, and would catch Konoka up in conversation if she voiced her own intent.

With the flight finished, Konoka caught up with some of the other pilots. Given how enthusiastic they were about taking the space flight, her curiosity grew on what she was actually getting into.

"I'm also going for this, what can I expect?" She asked.

She of course, would waste no time preparing if she could do so while talking to them. The excited energy in the air was infectious.

This being a planet that's both achieved and normalized regular spaceflight, not to mention being familiar with voidcraft, being cleared for near-planet spacefaring is a remarkably straightforward process.

There's an hour-long class for people who need remedial classes on space-related terminology, but there's also a class on form, stance, and adjusting to zero-gravity that's half the length.

So long as it's clear she's thinking straight, Konoka will only have to pass the latter course before she and her ship can tackle the designated field.

For this one, though, there's a queue, to reduce the amount of distractions any pair has to deal with in zero gravity.

"Hmmmm," it wasn't looking too likely that they'd be able to hop into a space flight the same day, but the process itself was straightforward. Just pass one of these two safety classes, and you'd be set up. Konoka honestly wasn't in a rush so much that she was rather intrigued by everyone's excitement and wanted to taste it for herself.

Still, taking the shorter, perhaps tougher course was all that she needed, and it was a challenge Konoka would accept. She was learning to fly, after all.

"I'll take the zero-gravity course, though I'll have to accept we might not get to everything today," Konoka said. Unless this flight was an overnight one, which might be something of another challenge.

"If you wish, we could take a break for the day, and return for our other shared flight tomorrow?"

There came a teasing squeeze of pressure on Konoka's waist.

"It will give you more time to adjust from the planet's gravity, as well."

Given how it had taken time to adjust to it, and all.

"You know, a break isn't bad!" Konoka answered with a smile. "Let's take the flight tomorrow, I'll have all of my energy then!"

With that decision made, Konoka decided to retreat for the night. Tomorrow's flight was sure to be special.

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