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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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Though she was no longer flesh and blood, the not!Konoka's hand was felt on her hull much like someone stroking her cheek. Well, she supposed it was a cheek but her body wasn't even close to a 1-to-1 match of a human, despite feeling like her body was sealed in something. Weird...

She was about to ask what resonance was, or at least what she meant by that, when she got her answer: a strong chiming sound that seemed to spread through her. Konoka actually found herself moaning as the sound overtook her metallic chassis.

"That... felt good?" Konoka could hardly make sense of it, and yet that's what she felt.

The resonance sparked, thankfully without any actual electricity, and ghosts of colors floated in front of Konoka's 'eyes' when her companion struck the tuning fork again.

"As it should! But that's just for starters. There's even more ways to feel pleasure for you now than you had before!"

The not-Konoka stepped down along the wall, this time reaching out to a device that was suspiciously gun-like. "This is a diagnostic tool, but it can be used for other things. Want to guess?"

While Konoka most likely isn't thinking of it that way, she's getting a chance to decide what strange pleasures she'd experience next!

She could pick up odd sparks within her sensors, the display intriguing to look at but telling her so very little she could understand.

Her attention shifted over to the other device her body double held in her hands. "So it feeds information. Does it like, influence it as well?" Konoka asked. She might have tilted her head, if she had a head to tilt. Some part of her body expressed her curiosity, but how it reflected to the outside world Konoka could not see or fathom.

There was also the simpler answer to that gun-like device. "Maybe it just shoots pleasure in me, I dunno."

"It's called 'recalibration' - but I think you'll find they are basically the same!"

With that, Star Gazer pressed the gun against Konoka's hull, tapped a few buttons... and a flood of pleasure filtered through every system, including some Konoka likely hadn't named yet.

"Recalibration... oh!" As a captain of the ship, she should have been a bit more familiar with the term, given that she'd been taught how to maintenance Star Gazer from time to time! But as she considered explaining (or questioning) its further meaning, she then felt something being injected.

Konoka felt like she'd been pulled underwater.

Well, not quite that. But given that her physical body had been transplanted, Konoka struggled to describe the feeling. And the closest thing was the sensation of being submerged in pleasure, as if she'd been pulled underwater on a hot day while stimulated. Strange, alien delight assaulted her mind at all sides, and Konoka gave a keen that probably sounded like someone's alarm system.

When she could at least think again, she spoke, "Is that what recalibration normally feels like?!"

Only moments had passed; Konoka's own smiling face greeted her.

"It can be, sure! But it can be more targeted. Here-"

A few more button presses, another push from the 'gun' and this time Konoka's navigation and general void-sense were swamped with that pleasurable feeling.

"Targeted? Like--"

Konoka began, but now she felt something like certain parts of her mind being burst with pleasure. It was the same kind of sensation she'd feel when penetrated, but as if she'd been pushed into from elsewhere. She couldn't curl her body, but the impulse seemed to translate into a pattern she sensed rather than saw. And when it stopped, she felt like she had a sense of clarity around the void.

"...uh, I can feel where the void is, now."

Little sparks flickered on her sensors. Since Konoka couldn't have responses like drooling, apparently her metallic body compensated in other ways.

The Star Gazer giggled - and that was definitely in Konoka's voice.

"Silly. The void is all around us! Even when we're inside."

Putting the 'gun' away for the moment, she picked up a different instrument altogether - this one looking more like a harp, if harps had flat tops with slide panels and switches on them.

"But speaking of, this is one way of testing that you can read electrical patterns!"

The setting of it looked complicated, but the resulting pattern - a gentle spiral to Konoka's senses - was quite pretty. And hard to look away from.

"No, I meant I can like, feel it!" Konoka protested, slightly flustered that she'd been mistaken for stating the super obvious. She might be airheaded, but she's not that airheaded. Right?

Hearing a giggle in her own voice gave her pause, however. "You're soundin' more like me, now..."

What a weird thing to dream about.

Either way, as her doppelganger informed her of a new way of reading patterns, a new thought entered Konoka's head. As her sensors picked up on the electric patterns, their flashing lights fascinating and hard to ignore, she thought to ask before she got too distracted, "Hey! Uh... what am I being re-calibrated for?"

"Don't you fret; that's normal, too!"

It was a different threshold for processing information than most humans had, that was for sure.

Her doppleganger adjusted a few more switches, which had the effect of changing the pattern from a spiral, to several intertwined ones.

"Oh! This is just to help you adjust... and grow more into yourself!"

Not literal, physical growth, but in other ways it was expanding her awareness.

"Oh," there was more acceptance in her voice than there had been since she had become aware of this... experience. This dream. Was it a dream? She couldn't tell.

"Grow more... into myself," Konoka's speech was sluggish, despite being in a body that didn't tire in the same way a human's did. But the flashing spirals pervaded her 'sight', they were so enrapturing that all of her perception was starting to be pulled toward them. She wasn't sure what her doppelganger was seeing, but Konoka would probably bet that if she had some human reflection, her eyes would have been spiraling just like these, and her body would slowly relax, too.

Again, her doppleganger smiled, stroking the 'harp' in her hands.

Carefully, Star Gazer set it down, then stepped back to the tuning fork.

"Now, look what happens when we combine these two!"

This time, when Star Gazer struck the tuning fork, the spirals changed shape - repetitively so, in a cycle, and in a way that imprinted pleasure itself along Konoka's circuits.

Though she was relaxed enough that much of what Star Gazer said through her doppelganger simply slipped in and out of her hearing, it did settle in her mind somewhere. The hypnotic spirals that had ensnared her mind simply made her a conduit for whichever show Star Gazer had in mind.

Because her nerves were no longer human, the shifting shapes and patterns pulsed a sense of delight through her awareness in a steady pattern. Shift. Pulse. Shift. Pulse. Moaning was within Konoka's mechanical purview, apparently, though at the moment she struggled to recall if Star Gazer did the same thing.

"I-it's like... pleasure pulsing right in my brain..." Konoka murmured, her voice slightly dull and dreamy.

"Good."

The voice seemed somehow more sultry, even though not!Konoka hadn't changed since starting the joint sequence.

"Let me check out those restraints, though, okay? They're part of the experience!"

During which, Star Gazer would be climbing all over and around Konoka's hull, causing even more pleasure fractals to spiral off.

"The restraints?" Konoka's speech remained slow, almost slurred.

Konoka definitely felt like she was bound somehow, but she had felt too heavy to check her restraints. Her metallic body didn't have arms the same way a human did, nor did her center body allow her to truly buck and squirm. Her mental-self was the only thing resembling a human, and that had been pressed tightly into her newfound body. No squirming there made much of a difference.

Still, when not!Konoka crossed the hull, she did feel footsteps. But even these felt pleasurable, like a lover trailing her back with big fingers.

"Ah--!" Konoka attempted to jerk, but nothing moved on the outside. Under hypnotic influence, her half-trance state might have weakened any movement the metallic-body was actually capable of.

"Mmm-hmm. That way you won't bump into anything!"

Which, given this was either in the void or in space, that was probably for the best.

Not!Konoka continued to work on the restraints - some tightened, some actually loosened, to an extent that Konoka could pick up on it.

But mostly, she simply became more conscious of what was keeping her anchored, even as she slipped into more of a trance...

"Bump into...?" Konoka started, but it was just so difficult to keep track of anything now. She was now just taking in pulses of pleasure everywhere, in different ways. Some actually felt like what sex did, some felt like perfect shots of warmth chasing off a chill, and others felt like caresses and teases. When this first began, Konoka had felt overstimulated, but now she felt like she could pick out individual parts.

Well, if she cared to.

Deeper into a trance, Konoka felt anchored largely by not!Konoka's voice guidance, this pattern of pleasures, and little else. Absolutely nothing else registered to her, including the changing shape of the restraints (Konoka could tell they were changing, but only that). She could imagine a more human body with unfocused eyes, swaying helplessly to the stimulation, slowly becoming a vessel empty of thought.

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There would be something else inside Konoka shortly - Star Gazer, or this dream's version of her in Konoka's human body.

Treading her way to Konoka's cockpit, tracing out the walls and leaving them firm.

"Lemme show you what it's like, to come like this... keep following my voice, Konoka," she said, as if she needed to remind the girl to do so by this point.

Though lazily in trance, Konoka could vaguely make out Star Gazer trailing into her body.

"Yes..." she obediently intoned. It was odd to feel someone inside her, teasing her walls. If she were more conscious, she'd find experiencing the world as Star Gazer did as fairly novel. Perhaps something to reflect on, if she wound up remembering this dream.

Star Gazer moved at a steady pace, occasionally rubbing a hand or her cheek against a panel, before sitting down in front of Konoka's main console.

She stroked the instruments there, the trance embedding each sensation deep into Konoka's memory. Not!Konoka was humming, as well, a tone that harmonized with the tuning fork's 'pitch'.

"Now, reach into me, Konoka. We'll do this next step together!"

From somewhere, Konoka could actually sense the individual buttons and touches to her console. Each touch was felt keenly, as Konoka could comprehend little else. And hypnotized and suggestible, Konoka heard her doppelganger's humming inside her.

Pushing against old human instinct with a lack of hesitation, Konoka reached out toward her body, likely using a device inside. No other conscious thoughts, just raw focus on the desire and pleasure at hand.

The thing was, it wasn't just physical; Konoka was getting to experience what it was like to be tethered to someone, from the other side.

Star Gazer moans, delight clear in her/Konoka's voice, and she began pressing the rest of her body against the console, rhyme or reason briefly forgotten.

Konoka herself wasn't in much of a thinking mood, but the novelty of observing her own body, watching it rock against some part inside her was not lost on her. Indeed, she was casually observing her own body in pleasure, watching it writhe, hearing Star Gazer's moans coming out of her own body, her binding tethers allowing her to sense her body's pleasure and her own pleasure as two separate things.

And yet, connected.

With no conscious thought holding her back, Konoka herself moans wantonly. She doesn't need to think, only embrace the pleasure, the link between herself and Star Gazer, the sight of her own body feeling pleasure.

The pleasure washed back and forth, between dream!Star Gazer and Konoka in her new form.

With all of it echoing, it intensified - and then Star Gazer reached out, finger latching on to a joystick, and she pushed.

'-Konoka? Konoka, can you hear me?'

Wakefulness slid back in, even as the pleasure impossibly peaked.

Konoka felt like her doppelganger was pushing against her clit (did her new body even have one?). Pleasure drowned her entire system with just that push.

The orgasm struck like a tidal wave, washing over her body and overwhelming her sensors--

...senses.

'-Konoka? Konoka, can you hear me?'

Konoka's eyes snapped open.

In a moment of confusion, Konoka jerked her body. Oh, she was back in her body! Oh, she just woke up! Was that odd experience she had just a dream?

"Star Gazer?!" Konoka asked, still sounding groggy but rapidly trying to wake up.

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