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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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The Star Gazer settled down, glad that things were clearly in order here.

"It will take quite a bit of stamina, Konoka~"

If not for precisely the same reasons as moving boxes did. The Star Gazer had hoped for results from the Void Ministry in determining what world she had come from, but their final report was still more than a few days away.

For what it was worth, while there were a variety of ways to construct a voidcraft, the void engine always required an alloy of void metal with the more conductive metals used in computer chips or motherboards. The resulting patterns, which were described as a world's 'fingerprint' on the void metal, were necessary for forming the basis of tethers. Nearly fractal, the microstructures were simultaneously delicate-looking and very strong, only becoming more so as the voidcraft 'aged'.

In her engine room, there were seamed panels all along the walls and floor, covering these structures as well as their transmission nodes that formed the bases of the Star Gazer's 'corner' of the tether bond, the safety net.

What Konoka would have to do, after finishing clearing those boxes out, was essentially the equivalent of dusting... and it would end up feeling like lot of it.

Not as bad as if, say, the Star Gazer had been a voidcraft intended for large groups, but the attention was still necessary.

Cleaning duties were never too much of an issue for Konoka. She'd been keeping her dorm tidy since she was a kid, and maintaining a space ship didn't feel any different... so far.

When she finished cleaning out the storage, Konoka took a moment to relax a bit, though that relaxation time had largely consisted of putting on the cuffs that she had discussed with Star Gazer earlier. Even if she didn't wind up actually restricting herself, the sensation of feeling them on her person was enough to make her tingle in a little excitement. Part of her wondered why she had gotten like this, but when you had someone who encouraged exploring yourself like this, there wasn't any surprise the moment she'd been given any thought.

Now, arriving in the engine room, Konoka looked over the various panels and the tethers connecting them. She had gathered what she needed to clean them beforehand, but how to actually move about this... "Alright, so how do I start?"

"We unhinge the panels one at a time - we can do the floor segment last," the Star Gazer answered.

There were panels along two otherwise unadorned walls - the wall encompassing the control panel and viewscreen showing the distracting colors of voidspace had no panels - and the floor looked checkered with tiles, but these were simply more panels.

"You may wish to clean one wall in total at a time, as well; it will lessen the strain on your arms."

Rather than burning her out in one big blowout - though perhaps that thought was best saved for later.

"If you are wishing for a challenge, however, the insides of the panels should react favorably to your cuffs once unhinged, should you wish to attempt the dusting one-handed."

"Got it," Konoka nodded. Part of her hoped that she figure out how she needed to work each of these first and dust them before getting truly inhibited. At the moment, she was granted that small mercy.

The brunette started with unhooking the closest panel on the nondescript wall, opening it and taking a look at the wiring and circuitry inside. Gently but firmly, she began to clean it. It reminded her faintly of cleaning lockers, but this took a slightly more delicate touch.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this!" She chirped.

It was about the third panel she worked on that one of her cuffs magnetized towards the open end. "Ah!" She gave a scandalized gasp. She attempted to pull on it, but to no avail, the magnet was too strong. "Awww..." Now she had to be a little more clever in reaching the corners.

If Star Gazer had particularly felt like indulging in her sense of humor that way, she would have jokingly called out Konoka for jinxing herself.

The result, regardless, was that one arm was stretched out wide - sideways, rather than straight up, thankfully - and the other would have to remain concentrated in moving in tiny gestures to get all the dust out.

"I do not believe my engine requires magnetization, Konoka," she allowed herself.

"But your clothes should work as effectively as your equipment in attracting dust, if you are careful."

She could trust her passenger to be careful, even in moments of clumsiness like this. That was simply how the Star Gazer was.

Caught off guard by the change in circumstances, Konoka struggled to keep up with the Star Gazer's good-natured ribbing.

"Uh, don't think I meant to do that!" Konoka countered, but nevertheless she put her arms to the test dusting the insides of those panels.

She was slightly reluctant to use her clothes, given that these were her uniforms, but circumstances demanded she be more flexible about it. "In that case, I'll try it." Gingerly, she used her sleeves (and gloves) to snag dust away from another panel. It would be tricky as long as she was stuck to one panel, but she could still reach a good amount of them before she was helpless to continue.

The Star Gazer took several moments to calculate angle, electromagnetic intensity, and the static charge of Konoka's clothes before...

"Now, I believe that panel's cleaning is complete. Please form an obtuse angle between your central body and the panel to which your arm is attached. Then, step perpendicular away from the panel as firmly as possible."

That would break the connection, hopefully without forcing Konoka to unduly strain anything.

It took Konoka a moment to calculate what that meant, not just the math of it, but how to properly contort her body to do so. But it clicked eventually, and Konoka bent down and stepped away from the panel. It took a try or two to get the angle right, but eventually she yanked free.

"Oh!" And just like that, she was no longer bound. She took a moment to rub her arm, more to check on it than to soothe any aches. "Ah, that's not too bad. Any more today?"

The Star Gazer's presence was pleased, and she made sure to send thanks/reassurance/pleasure right down the tether to her as well.

"It may be prudent to take a break - either for the day or merely to change clothes. It wouldn't be fair to you to have you collect dust directly on your skin, Konoka."

The Star Gazer wasn't inclined to go that far. That, and she personally doubted it would be as effective.

Maybe taking a break for the day was for the best. She'd been doing quite a bit of work, making sure the Star Gazer was in order, and she didn't want to be entirely out of energy when she made dinner, either.

"You're right," Konoka agreed. "I've done enough for today. I'm lookin' forward to gettin' the chair, and want plenty of energy for that!"

Star Gazer had actually given her a choice, but it was notable in how easy it was to trust her when they were so emotionally linked. This trust made it easy to feel more comfortable in not just listening to her, but straight up desire to get her guidance--and even domination. As she practically skipped back to her room to get undressed, she wondered, was there a way to deepen this bond, this desire? She hadn't forgotten the times where she had felt Star Gazer squeezing her, and that strange illusion of being captured by aliens had really lit her loins on fire. But she hadn't wanted that to be solely sexual, even if it were a big part. Hence asking her for lessons, or challenging herself to work while bound, and other such chores. Star Gazer could not read her mind, but that buzzing sense of desire might creep up into their link.

Her uniform had done well in the line of duty, but now she was relaxing for the rest of the 'day cycle', and her comfort was her top consideration. Her brain stirring for more ways in which Star Gazer could claim her actually got her eventually saying, "I may be easing off on the dusting, but if there's anything else for me to help you with or learn, just let me know, okay?"

The Star Gazer only refrained from purring all the more strongly, because of what Konoka was saying.

Their relationship was strongly about feeling, but it mattered just as much what was felt, and that they communicated it also. She respected that - and Konoka herself - a great deal.

"I will, Konoka. Best to close that panel before you put everything else away, though."

Otherwise, the recently-removed dust could just go right back in!

"Ah!" Maybe she'd been too hasty, but she did come back to shut the panel and prevent any more dust from building up.

Dinner came and went. Having a fridge finally meant that she could vary up her diet a bit more, though she still wasn't about to give up interesting grocery runs to different void worlds. And speaking of worlds, she wanted to both lend a hand to help others and explore these worlds more, now that she was becoming more adept at handling herself in void travel. But that would be a conversation for another day.

For now, it was rest.

The next day, the custom chair Konoka ordered would be ready.

There were some kinds of tasks the Star Gazer wasn't the best fit for - lack of camouflaging in worlds that had no concept of space travel limited which worlds they could perform mission-work for.

Which didn't mean Konoka couldn't take in-person training; far from it. It just meant that some jobs might mean temporarily splitting from the Star Gazer - something the Star Gazer herself could accept, though not necessarily look forward to as a possibility.

These thoughts the Star Gazer considered, then put aside; the next day she came to a smooth stop at the designated void platform, noting when Konoka could get off and when their package properly registered.

"This package arrived in the engine room itself, though some small assembly is required to 'hook it up', so to speak," she noted aloud through the SCA.

Now to be fair, they had been talking about figuring out where Konoka could safely deploy in, and knew that Star Gazer couldn't always follow her. But there was still the matter of figuring out the source of the void drawing people in out of their control, too! Not to mention Konoka had grown attached enough that she might not feel ready to run around in a world without her for some time.

But she'll think about it later. As soon as she got word that the chair had arrived, Konoka strode briskly to the engine room, to both take a look at and assemble it.

It seemed the instructions weren't all that complicated. Aside from pulling it out of the box, there was just the matter of calmly slotting parts to make sure said chair was both firmly set and then added to the connections that would let Star Gazer interact with it.

Once it was ready, Konoka sat down on it. Firm, but comfortable! "It's nice! You can apparently sit on it for a good long while, too!"

A few subtle beeps emanated from the chair once it was successfully installed.

The Star Gazer made a pleased noise once Konoka sat down - whether it was just appreciating the work or something else wasn't immediately clear.

Well, except for the safety belts kicking in, snugly tightening around Konoka's form after she'd settled in.

"That is fortunate for us both, Konoka. Unless you had a specific outfit in mind for this?"

Doubtless they would have to order more - not to replace the current styles, more to add to them - but that could wait for another day, and the laundry supplies were fortunately in good shape.

She had hardly settled into the chair before the safety belts activated, snapping around her inner thighs and just below her chest. They were sudden enough to get her to gasp lightly, but Konoka hardly remained surprised. Part of her sensed that Star Gazer had already integrated herself with the chair.

In that way, wasn't it like touching her?

Konoka had always felt Star Gazer touching her, thanks to the SCA device. But now there was something Konoka could touch in return. This sense of physicality made her just a little giddy when she answered Star Gazer's question.

"Maybe that magical girl uniform? I always appreciate the tightness," Konoka smiled. She wasn't wearing it right this instant, as she had slipped into something more casual, but putting it on would take just a few minutes, and judging how quick Star Gazer had acted, she didn't want to lose the mood.

Sometimes all that was needed was a little bit of structure to lean against - or into...

The Star Gazer took the opportunity to test certain subsensors, a curvy line of warmth making its way across Konoka's arms as a result.

Then she turned the seatbelt off in what was definitely full haste.

"'Tight'," the Star Gazer quoted, "is something I wish to experience with you right now."

"So in that case," Konoka realized just how intense that had been, but ironically only when it left her. "I need to hurry back then."

She couldn't say that was her smoothest line, but she didn't care. Off went the original casual outfit, including her undergarments. She started with the leggings this time, enjoying the tightness that had clung to her fair legs. She shimmied a bit to make sure that it wouldn't chafe too much, given how much contact would be in her near future. She decided to take a slightly different tactic and put on a corset, rather than the default shirt, for support, and then the blouse was put on top. Much of it would be disheveled, but Konoka was confident it could take whatever she was about to subject herself to. The skirt and buckled heels joined with little fanfare.

Konoka came back to the engine room, pacing herself to a calm walk despite the anticipation that burned inside her. Some part of her anticipated what Star Gazer could do to her, now that there was a more physical component to her.

"How do I look?" She asked. "And more importantly..." Konoka sat back down in the chair. "How do I feel?"

The calm walk served to build up anticipation within the Star Gazer herself, as well.

"I should say," she began, fitting the seatbelt back in just as snugly as it had been before. The chair hummed pleasingly, and there was a warm pressure at Konoka's back also.

"You feel positively delectable."

She couldn't help using the SCA to also apply pressure along Konoka's mostly-covered collarbone and shoulders.

It was a delightful embrace to feel once she sat down. Konoka was starting to understand more and more of what Star Gazer's 'presence' truly felt like.

She felt her within the coils of seatbelts that held her around her chest and her thighs, and the warmth was strong enough to make her toes curl. The vibrations, as well as the touches to her back, felt like a skillful massage. If she got attention like this every day, she wouldn't have to visit a spa ever again.

She let her head tilt back, the seat's top preventing her from having to lull her head back entirely. Konoka did nothing to stop any part of her voice escaping, so Star Gazer would hear a soft groan drifting from her throat every now and then.

"Did I ever tell you how good you are at embracin' little ol' me?" Konoka asked.

It was as if every part of her Konoka let touch the chair was being cupped, held firmly yet gently in the Star Gazer's assured grasp.

"Not in those words exactly, Konoka," the Star Gazer answered truthfully. But her voice was playful as she added, "Though I can state that it is one of my highest pleasures."

The vibrations traveled lower, moving from her back to her bottom; in concert, the pressure-touch shifted to Konoka's breasts, washing back and forth between them.

"Yeah," If Star Gazer loves giving, then Konoka would love receiving. There was nothing quite like getting intimate with someone who was all around you. She at first dreaded loneliness when she had woken up dazed and confused and away from home that one day, but now she felt ever so closer to fulfillment, despite the unexpected turn her life took.

Konoka actually smiled a bit as she felt the touch to her breasts. Thanks to the wonders of the SCA, there was no visible indent to her breasts, but Konoka still felt like she had the embrace of a lover. Only now, said lover was feeling her through chairs, though bracers, whatever technology would allow.

"I kinda forgot... what else can this chair do again?" She asked. Part of her just might be absent enough that she forgot, but she could equally be teasing Star Gazer to explore with more of her new tools.

For her part, the Star Gazer could not find herself lonely when Konoka was here - which was fortuitous for them both, it turned out.

"Well," she answered, deliberately drawing out the pause.

"The readout for this chair did describe these as augments, as well as a 'control stick'... but I'll let you be the judge."

Then at a moment's command, the chair unfolded structures from its arms, sides, and the aforementioned 'control stick' sliding out from underneath and folding up onto the front side.

None of the structures were sharp, but it was quite plain that a creative mind could find them penetrative.

Konoka watched as the chair shifted, the structures forming just inches from her arms and her thighs, the former which were half trapped under a seatbelt, the latter which were more fully contained. Konoka's thighs weren't thick enough for the control stick to rub against, but they weren't far off.

At first blush, none of them looked phallic. But it probably spoke of how much Konoka changed when it only took less than a minute to study it before she thought, 'I can make that fit.'

So the first thing she did, experimentally, was to try and shift so she could more properly wrap her thighs around it, and get a feel for how it might feel more inside her...

Dressed as she was, she'd be able to tell just how close she'd be able to get it-

It could, if done carefully, fit between her lower lips.

The augments coming from the chair's arms, meanwhile, each pressed gently along Konoka's arms, and the wave of pressure swelled to encompass both of her breasts at once.

"How would you judge this, Konoka?" While the Star Gazer was watchful for any disapproval, in case they needed to stop quickly, there was still quite a lot about this scenario the both of them could still enjoy...

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