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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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Konoka's slumber should have been peaceful, and normally it would be. But while a void storm is noisy, it definitely could be felt. And in the middle of a dream, where Konoka dreams that she is back exploring the depths of the old ruins near her school with her friends, an earthquake was never a good sign.

She didn't remember what she said in that dream, only worry that she had no idea what was coming. But despite that, she couldn't stop the sudden appearance of strange, sticky monsters popping free of the rocks and attacking her the moment she put her hands together. They attacked her thighs too, and suddenly they couldn't be pulled apart. Konoka's panic mounted as her friends panicked and tried to deal with the monsters, but they could never quite get them to stop attacking her.

But her struggling eventually startled her enough awake.

"Mmmm?" Still groggy and confused, Konoka attempted to make sense of what disturbed her. She couldn't pull her hands apart, and though she yearned for Star Gazer's attention, the ability to call her name wasn't reaching her mouth...

Fortunately, the Star Gazer could read her vitals through the SCA, so Konoka's awakening reached her attention straightaway.

"Konoka!" her alarm was such that her voice came out slightly tinnier than usual.

"I'm afraid to report that we've been caught in the middle of a voidstorm! I'm very sorry for this, though they are temporary. We should be all right so long as we remain close!"

One big downside of 'solocraft' was this; that there were no other people to help ward off any feelings of isolation or other untoward mental effects voidstorms could cause. At least her windows were covered; that could only be a help...

Thank goodness, she heard her!

Konoka struggled to sit up, and it took monumental effort to do so, as if she were trying to peel herself off of glue. Talking, or at least starting to talk, took effort, as if her lips were doing the same thing.

"Mmmmm I feel all sticky, and it takes a lot to move!" Konoka reported. "I dreamed monsters are attacking me, they're gonna take me away!" Deep down, she knew it had only been a dream, but her brain refused to shut the contents of that dream off. They felt like a warning sign that she couldn't dismiss, that being tied down was inevitable.

Anxiously, the Star Gazer purred through the tether, hoping to calm her passenger.

"It is going to be okay, Konoka. This must be a side-effect of the voidstorm. It will pass. We will be all right."

As she continued to fly, or attempt to, through the hyperactive void, she did her best to center on Konoka.

"Breath with me?" It was a suggestion, as the 'breathing' was represented by a touch against Konoka's skin, in a place where it would hopefully come across as reassuring.

At first, Konoka struggled to keep her breath in check. She kept her mouth open just to avoid that sticky sensation from sealing her again.

But Star Gazer's connection to her felt soothing, even if the ship itself was wrought with worry. Konoka's worry shifted from herself to Star Gazer, knowing it was the ship that had to navigate this terrible storm. She again attempted to buck loose from the strange stickiness, but this time she succeeded. The only reason she didn't fall into a panic attack despite this was entirely thanks to Star Gazer suggesting she breathe.

So she did. She took one deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Close her eyes. Her heart was racing, but the slow, deep breaths eased her panic down... mostly.

Part of her wanted to hug the ship, to return the favor somehow. The desire would have to do for now. "What's it like out there?" She eventually managed.

"Hectic, as are all voidstorms," the Star Gazer replied, not transmitting any contrasting visuals for fear of making Konoka's state worse.

"I... do not recall how many I have experienced before, however."

Which meant it was frightening regardless, even though by her nature she would endure.

"That so?"

Konoka attempted to send something soothing back through her link through Star Gazer. "Don't think too hard on it, okay? Let's survive."

By now, Konoka's worries had eased. Or at least eased enough that as she settled down in bed, just the slightest flinch told her that she was stuck again. "What a weird effect..."

It wasn't the only thing she had to contend with. Suddenly, Konoka felt a spike in heat, and even the slightest movement set her nerves on fire. "Uh, something new's happened..."

With all it took to manage to navigate the voidstorm, it felt like an indulgence to mentally snuggle with Konoka - but that was what the Star Gazer did, receiving the reassurance with some relief of her own.

That said, she did notice when Konoka became uncomfortable.

"Does this hurt?" she asked, a small pulse of pressure continuing along Konoka's skin.

"Or is it something different?"

"It's..." Konoka started, trying to pull her hands apart so they wouldn't stick. The effort sends shocks up her spine. "I feel like I'm turned on and dealing with a fever at the same time."

Now she felt like her clothing was chafing her, but getting rid of it was a precarious thing, thanks to this oddly sticky sensation forcing her to put in more effort than normal to start moving. "If I stop moving and calm, I get sticky. If I move too much, everything chafes."

The Star Gazer winced, able to sympathize from her own readings of Konoka's state.

"So let's assuming avoiding the chafing is more important, for now."

For all either of them knew, it could lead to actual burns later.

"What if I did this to help, then?"

With the energy the Star Gazer could afford to redirect, tendrils of pressure settled over Konoka's limbs, tracing veins and joints, encouraging Konoka to relax and let go...

"Then..." That meant she'd have to surrender to the sticky feeling. But she supposed that since Star Gazer was guiding her, then it was okay, then she could endure.

Familiar pressure stuck to her limbs, and Konoka sagged down back onto her bed. In a way, she was surrendering to captivity. Star Gazer was binding and entombing her, and taking her away, or so her mental narrative said. When she thought of it that way, and not the truth of the voidstorm messing with her body, it made her body tingle. Rescue, or a chance to flee, would come. She just had to be patient (by listening to what Star Gazer said).

Konoka took a deep breath, and let it all out as a sigh. She pressed her arms to her sides but otherwise relaxed, letting her sticky curse do what it would. The thought of it did kind of make her nipples hard and chafe a bit between her pajamas, but it was so small she could just deal with it. It was strangely pleasurable in a way, anyway.

The repossession, reassignment of blame caused a shift in Konoka's emotions - and a favorable one, as far as the Star Gazer could tell.

As she continued her own frantic flight, Konoka's struggles kept her steady. She continued the stroking of pressure as well, though even with the attempt to calm some of that pressure massaged Konoka's breasts as well.

Being aware that she was caught up in a fantasy was fine. Somehow, she was making Star Gazer's job of getting them out of this mess much easier, so pretending Star Gazer was abducting her wasn't putting any harm to Star Gazer, right? She'll believe that, so she'll indulge.

Konoka closed her eyes, trying to rest and accept her helplessness for now.

But as she the faint shifts of the ship got to her, rubbing her nipples, Konoka's imagination--or something within the voidstorm, or even both?--sparked something.

Konoka opened her eyes again, and this time she was strapped down onto a table.

At first, a faint alarm shot through her body, but it dulled and disappeared just as soon as it came. This was an illusion of some kind, born of both mutual fear and arousal. Arms pinned to her sizes with straps and faintly visible sticky strands. She could feel the cold of the dark room where she was strapped down. From the distance, she could see a faintly human shape leering at her, as if appraising her. It didn't move, but two almost-tentacle-like probes extended from the shadows, teasing her now hardened nipples.

"Mmmmn!" Konoka was still faintly sleepy, so she didn't quite have a dramatic squeal, but the jolt was pleasurable, nonetheless. She was merely reacting to her body's current condition in reality, but the hallucination was clearly enhancing what she felt. Am I dreaming? What's going on? Should she try to call for help? She doesn't feel like she's in any actual danger, but what she's looking at still feels too alien for her to have entirely cooked it up herself. Should she call for help? She didn't want to distract Star Gazer if this was just a hallucination!

The Star Gazer, able to see through Konoka's eyes (though not read her thoughts), saw what she was seeing.

While she knew it not to be reality, it would have come across as alarming if not paired with her emotions of arousal as it was.

And so, she purred, trying to sound less anxious for both of them, as she directed the pressure to tease her breasts and stomach just a little more...

'You are with me. You are safe.'

"Sfff..." Konoka murmured beneath her 'gag'. She made some effort to struggle, especially as the probes poking her nipples seemed to relent for a moment before striking again. The shadowy 'captor' seemed to have no opinion of her torment, though it seemed to mock Star Gazer's words by speaking... something at the same time. She couldn't pick up on it, and didn't really care.

The arousal burned. Part of her wanted to relieve herself. But budging was not an option, not when she was so sensitive she could practically burn herself if she moved too much. It made the bondage, both real and imagined, feel much more potent.

Stuck between the voidstorm and fantasy, the Star Gazer did her best to soothe Konoka through it all.

Slowly, a wave of pressure centered around Konoka's nether regions as well; trapped as she was, the Star Gazer was still free to act in this way, and if it would provide Konoka some relief, then she very much would!

Well, the good news was that the hallucinations can't talk. At least, in a way Konoka can hear.

But Konoka can tell that this one was taunting her. Her imagination was supplying the fact that this alien being was taking her far away, to dissect her and use her magical power. As the illusion of erotic danger surged, so did Konoka's libido.

Star Gazer added her touch at just the right time, as the illusory abductor had taken to using a probe to press up against her lower lips, heedless of the muffled moans of pleasure coming from her normal ones. The sensation of pretending she was in danger was getting her really hot and bothered, and the actual pleasure was yet again pushing her to new heights.

The details of the fantasy may be missed on the Star Gazer, but their effect on Konoka was unmistakable.

The pressure slowly mounted, constrained by Konoka holding her legs together - and so tendrils of pressure snaked their way up the girl's spine instead, hoping to spark sensuality and thus 'ground' her elsewhere.

Which meant the 'assault' on her breasts redoubled as well, of course.

She might be stuck together, but whatever pressure that was rubbing on her lips was enough to spark that friction that fed her need. Konoka actually began bucking her hips slightly just to get more pressure, even though she was supposedly in the grip of an alien villain who might use that against her.

"Ohh!" The probes seemed to be expanding their influence, no longer just tormenting her nipples. Her breasts jiggled from their new torment, now alongside the already intensifying delight happening between her legs. How long could she hold on?

The answer was 'not much' apparently. Konoka's will to scream was so great that she broke the 'gag'. "Aaaaaahhh!" She cried out as she came, writhing against the sticky bonds that almost but never quite yielded.

This, the Star Gazer mused, was definitely distracting Konoka. And if that meant not precisely redirecting her worry, but reshaping it?

That made it all the more delectable.

The 'stickiness' became a lot more fact than fiction after Konoka came, but the touches all around her were ceaseless, only the pressure between her legs abating.

Instead, with that comparatively small amount of attention she had to spare, she darted all around Konoka's frame. Testing her legs, her arms, her back, before again settling on her chest.

'Pay attention here. No, here. No, here!'

She guessed from a higher standpoint, having her stresses of worrying turn into a illusory captive fantasy was a relief, but Konoka was simply not in a position to appreciate that. No, after her orgasm, her (pleasurable) torture continued at her captor's hands. She can't perfectly read their face, but there's something that looks like glee in their face while the probes continue to callously examine her breasts.

Another is now probing at her back, somehow massaging her spine, as if easing her down from her orgasm. The sensations dance about on her limbs, as she tries to jerk them loose to no avail.

"Augh--hyyhh...!" Konoka wants to ask what her captor wants out of her, desperate to understand their aim (but not so much that they'll stop. She might not orgasm for a bit, but this torture still feels good).

The nuzzling sensations will continue, the Star Gazer hoping her efforts won't be in vain!

The pressing on her spine continues, as well as around her neck, tickling under her chin and behind her ears.

'Breathe, Konoka. All will be well. We'll get through this!'

To be honest, Konoka wasn't sure if she was all the way there. Suddenly she was feeling everything at once: her sensitive skin chafing against probes (or was it her own clothing?), her raging libido at her helpless danger, the terrible hallucinating threat of the voidstorm. Her mind was aflame from the hallucination, her playacted captivity given a boost that was still uncanny due to it's incomplete state. Konoka feared she was overstimulated, and she might get lost in the hallucinations, given their extra power.

But Star Gazer held onto her. Their mental link was stronger than that. She had to hold on, for both their sakes. Konoka squeezed her eyes shut, retreating to Star Gazer's soothing voice. All would be well. She would see to it.

She shut her eyes and focused on Star Gazer's voice, letting the ship's tickling of her body be the only stimulation she needed. Her groans softed, as she was eased by the darkness.

The burn was beginning to subside, even if the voidstorm itself was far from over.

Internally, the Star Gazer 'sang' to Konoka - of her affection for the girl and the strength she drew in turn from Konoka's love.

The caresses, firm and playful, continued as well.

Eventually, the torment to her body ceased. Konoka was no longer tormented by her nerves going on the fritz, she could instead tell that Star Gazer was caressing her. It was just the ship's touches to her now, no more burning hot need.

She could finally rest.

Star Gazer actually started to sing to her. She had no idea if the melody was based on anything, let alone something she knew, but it felt like a lullaby to the tired passenger. Even though Star Gazer was squeezing and teasing her, she only felt comfortable and pleasantly buzzed, not needy.

"Mmmmmm trrst yuu..." Konoka murmured and she couldn't tell if she was simply slurring her speech or the sticky curse had 'gagged' her again, and for the moment, she didn't care. She was going to sleep, and simply conveying to Star Gazer that she was free to keep squeezing her body long after she fell asleep.

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