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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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Attempting to rock herself had an unexpected boon: while the pressure on her spine encouraged her to remain upright, meaning rolling to the side wouldn't get her far either, the pressure between her legs slowly crept up so that it was just on the edge of going inside her.

'How does this feel to start?' the Star Gazer asked, her projected voice almost suspiciously innocent.

This really was fun for the both of them, she reflected. She could never have anticipated enjoying herself this much!

Her struggles got her nowhere, of course. She couldn't even flop on her side; the most she managed to get was rocking her hips a bit.

...which got very interesting when she realized that there was actually pressure sitting at her entrance! She could feel it teasing so bad that she actually tried to rock her hips a bit more vigorously before stopping herself, realizing what she was looking like.

"A-amazingly tight!" Konoka gasped. "I can't get out of this at all! And oh my gosh I'm really horny!" Dare she beg? Dare she plead?

"Please..." She was too worked up.

The Star Gazer purred.

'And I can't resist that...'

With that, she did more than just inch the band of pressure upward; all the bands hummed in harmony, and with quite a significant pulse all of her available sensitive skin inside that could be touched - was touched.

Konoka felt more than just the penetrative pressure (or at least the closest thing to it). She also felt a warm pulse touch her skin all over. It was like an extremely pleasant heat wave, a burst of pleasure that wasn't quite an orgasm but was enough to make her squeal.

"Aaaahhh!"

And Konoka couldn't do anything except arch her back, limbs fused into a perfect standstill. There was nothing quite like the way Star Gazer played with her--no, there wasn't quite anything like having sex with Star Gazer. Even if something like this wasn't rare in this line of the world, no one would believe her if she told them about this at home.

And really, she was fine with that.

Star Gazer's purr this time was rather more intense - Konoka would be able to feel it, not just in her head, but in her body.

Whether the girl's eyes were open or not, she'd be able to witness her vertical prostration, every struggle come to naught.

The bands along her body almost quivered with the intensity of the connection between them, and the pressure at the center of her body edged in and out, curving around and around her, before pressing as far back in as the Star Gazer could reach.

This was another unique thing that Konoka doubted she'd ever find elsewhere: Star Gazer's link meant thinking and feeling such things blurred her senses in ways she never imagined. Stilled, bound, and now having her senses blurred made her nearly squeal from how intense the sensation was.

The sudden push made her almost-squeal into an actual one. Konoka, having been worked up from earlier, was already close to a climax. Her nerves felt like they were blending in with her senses, like a bound damsel drowning in a lake of pleasure.

Her eyes had drifted closed sometime in the middle of this, but suddenly she had a perfect image of herself, bound naked, squirming violently in restraints, even aware of how her nipples had grown pointed. Star Gazer had done this the first time they got intimate... was she able to do this constantly? Would she need a full body mirror if she could do this? An experiment for another time.

Now all she craved was release.

The pressure squeezed down even tighter - not actually able to cut off circulation, but Konoka would most certainly be able to feel it on her nipples as well as inside her - all as the Star Gazer let herself open up completely to Konoka.

Sometimes being in one spot was a good thing after all.

"Ggggaaaahhhh!" It was so tight, Konoka wondered if she could actually take it (she could, but the intensity of her current predicament left her a bit uncertain of her own limits). But nothing felt better: Konoka came even harder than she did last time, and it felt like her entire body simply blossomed white.

Of course, even after this orgasm, she was going nowhere. She still had quite some time left, though how long she had, she didn't remember.

The pressure almost completely dropped, such was the intensity of the orgasm... but the timer pressed on, and the Star Gazer herself recovered within a few fractions of a second, fast enough to at least secure Konoka from an embarrassing fall.

'That... That was even better than last time, comparing your reactions.'

She sounded now, of all things, flustered, and Konoka would be greeted with a more soothing 'touch' than mere restriction, as she came back to herself.

'I wonder if this trend will continue, as we get to know each other more over time...?'

The Star Gazer put her own thoughts away, choosing to focus more on reading Konoka's input, the purring simply starting straight up again.

Konoka sagged into that pressure. Right now, it was a tight hug from the ship. She was thankful the internal temperature was on the warm side, but part of her wanted to snuggle up, especially since she couldn't move.

That fluster could be felt through their link, however, making Konoka very aware of her own.

"Wow, that... was like seeing stars," Konoka murmured. "I actually kinda hope it keeps goin' up too, though I don't think things have to be perfect all the time." In other words, don't worry if it doesn't turn out that way.

"Well, either way, I'm sure our standards will adjust!" the Star Gazer answered, managing to sound quite cheerful about the prospect.

A certain amount of warmth pooled upon Konoka's shoulders, then made to press down on both.

The Star Gazer was, mostly, now content to pass the time this way; the news she had learned, while it represented a good deal of unknowns up ahead, still hadn't changed what she felt about Konoka, and to her that was most important.

As Konoka basked in her afterglow and eased off of her initial rush, she felt Star Gazer's light embrace on her shoulders. "It feels nice being able to relax in the comfort of a ship, after adventurin' outside." Konoka had really only done adventuring once in her life, much earlier when her class had ventured into the magical world housed on Mars. But that had still been one of the biggest imprints on her life, and one of the few things she had to compare to the adventure she was on now.

Though some part of her was restless, most of her was content to bask in the relative peace of enjoying Star Gazer's embrace. She wasn't going to worry about where she wanted to go just yet.

Naturally though, there was at least a couple of question she had. "You mention before that you experience things through me... is there something I've experienced that you really liked? I mean, besides the sex."

The Star Gazer purred quietly at Konoka's pleased statement.

And while she could have made a production out of 'ranking' experiences, there was a simpler way:

"There were certain shops that had a better... atmosphere, so to speak, that was easier to perceive through your senses."

Down the link came a few images; moments where Konoka had found interesting things to smell, or a particular shade of wall that registered as soothing.

The images helped Konoka recall some of the things she had encountered on her trip earlier that day. The smell Star Gazer recalled was actually an incense Konoka didn't expect to run into; it smelled of a potpurri mix that faintly reminded her of home. One of the stores also had some dark wood walls that felt... comfortable to her.

"Ah, so you like sights and smells that are comforting to little ol' me, I take it," Konoka realized. "From what I'm guessin', your state of bein' means those experiences are a bit rarer, aren't they?" And thinking on it, it also meant a question: "Is it possible to change the ships walls to be like that?"

"If I encounter something where that's not the case, I'll let you know immediately," the Star Gazer amended.

Fortunately, Konoka's next question distracted her from having to break that down too far.

"Void platforms are also useful for making such changes, particularly for those with different sensory needs, or who require accommodations not originally incorporated in a given voidcraft's design. Such as for different individuals or species who cannot see, or cannot see certain portions of the electromagnetic spectrum that are otherwise vital for navigating the 'craft."

And so on and so forth for different senses.

"I see, so I should be able to learn how to make that happen?" Konoka asked. She'd been especially interested in knowing how to take care of and pilot the ship, now that she was truly starting to see the ship as an aware entity. She learned the immediate basics so far, but now she was starting to have an idea of what she was looking for to further Star Gazer's development.

"I can't wait," Konoka began to gently rock a bit in her grip. "It'll all work out somehow, but now we can do it with our own two hands..." Though Star Gazer didn't technically have hands, so, "...figuratively speaking."

"Yes, though for the most part it is something voidcraft initiate for their crew; you are not secretly made of void metal, Konoka," she remarked,

"And the brunt of the energy for conducting such changes has to be channeled through the 'craft."

At Konoka's remark, the Star Gazer chuckled, the sense of pressure shifting before sliding down to Konoka's waist. The rocking motion would be met with resistance, but not overly so.

"Haha, I guess not," Konoka hadn't meant to sound that way, but getting caught in goofy comparisons was par the course for being airheaded.

Konoka was slightly stiffened from the touch, and she slightly writhed into the resistance, rather than put any effort into actually breaking free.

...however, it seemed her time was up, and the timed restraints snapped loose. "Whoa!" Konoka almost stumbled, but this new grip from Star Gazer kept her from falling over completely. "...oh, it's over."

Now, wasn't that well timed?

Through the link, Konoka would be able to sense the Star Gazer's pleased mood.

"Only for now," she said. And wasn't that the truth? They really did have all the time in the world!

... Hopefully.

Their night in-dock would pass peacefully (if not necessarily quietly, should Konoka be game for another round), and the Star Gazer walked Konoka through what procedures she had for preparing to re-enter the void, and did her best to describe what void-shifting was like.

It would be another few days' travel to a void platform, if Konoka wished to go there before heading to their designated rendezvous point with the 'local' void ministry branch.

The night was peaceful, if not quiet. Konoka did in fact find that she had the energy to go another round, and thus let Star Gazer drive her to a delightfully exhausted sleep.

Waking up to an alien sunrise was beautiful, to say the least. Konoka had blinked her bleary eyes to first interpret the strangeness of the sunlight, then see the beauty of looking over a sea of clouds, just out of the window. Konoka had gotten her first tour of Star Gazer's upper surface entirely because she wanted to look outside for herself. Whatever hassles that brought had been worth it, because Star Gazer had been correct that the sunrise was beautiful.

Launching back into the void had gone pretty smoothly. Their next real destination was a void ministry site, but Konoka had been thinking more about both her selection of outfits and her experimentation with her libido and her captivity fantasy. A void platform would mean she could dig into both a little more discreetly. That's where they were, touching down as Konoka was now considering her options once more.

"You mentioned some time ago about uniforms you felt I'd be comfortable in," Konoka spoke, once the ship landed. "Can I try one?"

There had been just a nub of a ledge on the back of the ship, above where the bedroom was; the Star Gazer hadn't been altogether certain Konoka would balance on it well, but she had.

It had been quite a nice bonding experience, overall.

But for now, pulling in at the liminal space, the Star Gazer felt that something was off.

Still: "Of course, Konoka. I'll just..."

She wasn't in the habit of swearing, but she was most unamused with herself. "We'll have to come back in again; we have to load in the requests before the transition, then the packages will load into storage automatically. I should have remembered."

It wasn't like the actual holes in her memory, concerning her origin data, but it was disconcerting not to be on top of things like that.

"Would you like to put all the requests in one order, or separate them out? No one else is approaching this platform, so at least we can spare the time. Whether you specify details beyond number for each one is up to you."

For the rest of the details, naturally, the Star Gazer would happily improvise.

"Oh!" Well, knowing beforehand might have helped, but what's done was done. Konoka hadn't actually stepped out of the ship yet, so she retraced her steps to move out and then make the order.

Except now that she had the opportunity, what did she specifically actually want?

"Ummmm..." Konoka pondered for a moment, before deciding it just couldn't hurt to have some of the basics. "Right. Adult toys! Vibrators, wands... maybe cuffs and gags?"

The Star Gazer readied for shifting back out of the platform, at the same time saying,

"That's all in order. Any additional color preferences?"

She added, "There will be purple, of course."

And that certain devices would be selected in a variety of sizes went without saying, really.

"And... five styles of uniforms, to start. Does that sound all right, Konoka?"

Oh, Star Gazer had a preferred color! Made sense, given how the outside of the ship looked.

"That sounds good!" Konoka nodded. "I was considerin' a long mirror, but your ability to bean my looks directly to my brain is honestly so good I'm not sure I need it."

Konoka saying that gave the Star Gazer quite the heady feeling!

She interpreted it as both a sign of trust, and high praise; purring, she went to nuzzle Konoka through the link in response.

"Thank you, Konoka. Well, let's go back around!"

There was a jolt as they pulled out and re-entered the void, but the Star Gazer could only conclude that such things were normal.

Pulling back in, now that the orders were placed, was simplicity itself. The platform looked like an airport lobby, empty of people, with a few odd-looking plants along the back 'wall'.

But more importantly, the Star Gazer could tell their order had gone through without a hitch.

"It worked!"

Her voice, as well as her projection through the tether, was most pleased.

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Up to you how far (if at all) along this timeline to skip, or Konoka can opt for something else!

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