peridexion | RECYCLEDCRAFT: Space Sex Mystery?

Current Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fCzAzNq0e8

Entry tags:

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

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.

It was good, being able to confirm that the worst of it had passed for Konoka already. For the most part, she let her passenger sleep.

'And I you,' came the soft response. They remained entangled as Star Gazer escaped the last ebbs of the voidstorm, and as she neared another platform.

"Konoka? You may wake up now; the voidstorm has dissipated."

And there was always more wonder to explore, more to learn... They had some busy days ahead of them!

Star Gazer's voice was physical, but it felt like to her that the ship was speaking directly to her mind, snapping her out of her sleep.

Even so, she roused slowly, yawning and stretching, before slipping out of bed for a morning routine. "Thank goodness we made it through," she said sleepily. "Are storms like that common?"

Life did get busy for her: lessons on how to navigate as an exploring void vessel were an always ongoing thing. And Konoka also liked to visit more worlds to talk to other people, and learn about life as a void traveler. She was now more eager to start exploring the worlds around her, now that safely reaching home was no longer an issue.

There were other things she still wanted to explore too, such as that earlier promise to "pin her to the wall". That came up one day, when Konoka was putting in the effort to clean up and expand the storage.

"It's a weird question, but... how much can you control me?" She asked then.

The Star Gazer did her best to answer, but apart from notes like 'it varies' and 'the worse a crew's overall emotional state, the higher the likelihood of encountering a voidstorm', there was nothing she could truly promise.

Other realms yielded much more success - over time, as Konoka got more used to her systems, the Star Gazer introduced her to implanting more complex requests to void platforms; how to leverage her own depth of connection with the Star Gazer to make unique or multi-layered options appear. She also made sure to teach Konoka how to use her own 'homing beacon': as long as she knew where she was from, getting to her exact world would take less time for them than getting to any other place from now on.

There were more mundane shopping trips to conduct as well - there were many wonders among the void active worlds, plus a few worlds that while not void-active themselves, were still known to and accepting of void travelers.

These gave the Star Gazer hope that Konoka could visit her own home more often... even though the Star Gazer didn't find herself thinking of Konoka's homeworld as home, not as such. Her home was simply wherever Konoka went, and that was all there was to it.

And then there were moments like this, where Konoka asked a question and the Star Gazer answered, eager to see where the conversation might lead.

"Control you how, my dear?" she asked, just a touch of lilt in her voice.

"I presume you don't mean teleportation, or how you can sense what I feel, or I you?"

The teleportation meant the emergency evacuation function on her SCA (which, they'd gone over, Konoka could activate on her own when off the ship by pressing the screen of her SCA three times in rapid succession).

There had been a few things that changed about Konoka, now that she had adjusted to life as a void traveler. For one, she did up her hair more often, especially when it came to doing maintenance, or traveling to hotter places. It was just so much easier to take care of her hair when it wasn't risking getting caught into things or feeling like a heatsink paperweight, but she refused to have it cut. Folding it was a nice compromise.

The other was experimenting with her clothing. In the void, where it was just her and Star Gazer, she could freely dress how she wanted, and that went from trying out wearing her uniforms, to spending the day in casual clothes, or even naked. Today was one of those days she was using one of her uniforms, the first outfit she had initially not cottoned onto. This "frilly office lady" style had grown on her, especially since she was now doing maintenance to make sure Star Gazer was clean and organized.

There was also a collar she wore. It hadn't yet directly been used in any games she played, but she did wear it, and on the days where she wore nothing but the SCA, it did blend into that look.

"Nope! A while back, I declined being pinned to the wall. But that sounded like to me that you had some capability like that, figuratively speaking," Konoka said, while having organized some supplies. "Does that mean you'd be able to pin me somehow? Create your own binds or more directly control the ones I bought earlier?"

It had given Star Gazer quite a bit of surprised pleasure to see Konoka make these changes in her behavior - though some changes were less surprising and more practical. The collar had drawn more of her own attention than she had expected, prompting her to make some discreet void platform searches on her own...

Voidcraft could modify themselves during the brief interval of parking 'within' a void platform, after all. But she'd decided it would be too difficult to make a proper surprise, and she did have other options she wanted to test out with (or possibly on) Konoka first!

"Those are not normally associated with voidcraft customizations, I must admit. It seems most designers do not choose to give their voidcraft arms for robotic-flavored maintenance."

Which had been quite the pity! "The main spheres of influence I do have, however, include selective internal gravity and the power of suggestion itself."

The latter of which Konoka could recall the Star Gazer having used on her before.

"Another idea would be to order a customized chair, either for your room or for my engine room."

Konoka's innate magical abilities and training in the use thereof meant she could, in fact, advance to the more targeted void engine harmonization classes, perhaps even qualify for captainhood itself!

But the Star Gazer might be getting ahead of herself, there; one pleasure at a time seemed to work best.

"I see," Konoka noted that compared to what a simple AI could do, Star Gazer could in fact, flirt with bigger words than what she'd actually do. It was actually a little charming! Nonetheless, the options she laid out were of interest to her. She had not yet reached the part where her magical strength could start being leveraged with the ship just yet, but at least now came the time where she could make the interior of the ship look a little more like home.

That's why the chair idea stood out.

"Then, let me see what the chair can do!" Konoka said in reply. "What do they look like?"

The Star Gazer flashed Konoka's SCA screen to life, scrolling through what was available.

Some looked like chairs straight out of science fiction: slicked-back curves, little lights, buttons or even wires along the arms and back of them. Others looked quite normal, or even like small computer-desk chairs! There were more cushion-y chairs as well, though nothing as filled-out as a full on sofa or bed.

Color scheme was as variable as the chairs themselves, though the Star Gazer herself voiced no preference.

Chairs with seatbelts that could auto-fashion, into more than just from one single point to the other, did have a certain degree of emphasis. As did those that had more unconventional restraints, such as those that responded to body heat or hand signals.

"We have quite a variety to choose from," the Star Gazer noted plainly.

"I'm sure we'll find something that suits our needs!"

Leave it to technology to open up a search immediately. Just like her first session with ropes, being able to enact an idea as soon as she thought to search for it was amazing. Even her world, beginning to see the advantages of online ordering, wasn't as fast.

The selection of chairs was almost dizzying. Konoka could have scrolled for hours just getting distracted by the sheer amount on display. "Mmmm, let's narrow this down," she said, eventually shrinking down the choices to something resembling a luxury office chair. The seatbelt styled customizations definitely got her attention, as did the more unusual restraints.

With that, this narrowed her down to one choice, and she eventually settled on a turquoise office chair style with those customizations. "Let's go with this one," she finally decided. "I'll put it in the engine room."

The Star Gazer made her own notes alongside; not just what Konoka picked, but potential usages for every customization.

Pleasure was not a one-noted thing, not in the slightest. Not for them.

"Wonderful! We'll be coming within range of another void platform within another day-cycle, Konoka; I presume we won't waste any time trying it out?"

Not that she needed to phrase it as a question, necessarily.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject