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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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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...

"It's interestin'," Konoka murmured. She could feel both the SCA pressure and the augments press closer to her. There was a desire inside her to make it squeeze her, but more than that, she desired it to make it so she could not escape.

Voicing that out loud, at least directly, would ruin the magic, however. So she did something more vague, and hoped that her lack of discomfort or denial would help Star Gazer read between the lines. "How well can it hold me though?"

There was also the other issue: the main 'control stick', the not-quite-phallus that could reasonably fit inside her, was awfully close. But she couldn't angle it in a way that it could penetrate, and she didn't remember if she had made any convenient slits in her leggings, despite having gone through the effort of not wearing any panties. But the desire was there: getting penetrated while removing as little clothing as possible.

Konoka would at least try though, and she attempted to pinch the control stick between her thighs and buck upwards, trying to bring it down.

The Star Gazer classified that statement as an understatement, but no need to draw attention to that...

At her word, both arm-augments pressed down, snuggling right up against muscle, leaving both upper limbs pinned.

The side-augments, naturally, then gravitated towards Konoka's thighs, pressing them back towards the chair's comfortable front.

And then there was the central attraction, the 'control stick' - which, while its side-to-side motion was unfortunately limited, its ability to extend was not.

"Would this help?" the Star Gazer asked innocently, even as she guided the appendage between Konoka's legs.

Now this was firm. Konoka, almost instinctively, bucked to challenge its grip on her. Her arms refused to move from the rests that held them. A frustrated grunt gave way to a sigh that was somewhere between exasperated and pleased. Likewise, her legs, partially folded under the chair, were now gripped to the front. Her attempts to buck the toy had initially been a struggle, but now Star Gazer was helping with just a little direction... and extension.

It was certainly helping with the aiming part that she'd been struggling with, and now she was so tightly pinned that she could do nothing but stare down at the pseudo-phallus... right as she now saw that her tight leggings did indeed have a convenient slit for exposing her lower lips. And now they were somewhat puffy, eager to receive in lieu of Konoka's helplessness.

"I think it will, yes!" Konoka interjected, nervous anticipation in her voice.

The augments along Konoka's legs pressed, testing to make sure both were at full extension. The seatbelt straps made as if to loosen, only for the Star Gazer to seal them again just as the control stick reached that tempting slit.

"... Now, slow or fast?"

If Konoka needed more time for insertion to not be outright painful, then slow was better. If that wasn't an issue, however, the Star Gazer would be all too pleased to get intimate.

When her legs got pressed into a spread, Konoka actually felt paralyzed for a moment, and began to squirm a bit. Star Gazer's ability to truly press her, leaving her bound form helpless, was unlike anything else she experienced, and somehow she found increasingly intriguing new ways to experience bondage.

There was no panic, but she had come a bit close, right until the seatbelts loosened before clamping down on her thigh. Konoka attempted to freeze, but relaxing her muscles felt a little difficult due to how much tension she had worked up within herself.

It was why she eventually answered with, "Start slow." She had a good feeling that Star Gazer would work things out soon enough.

The Star Gazer switched to the tether, projecting warmth and assurance. While the chair's bindings didn't abruptly loosen, they would become easier to tolerate, less likely to impart bruises-

Unless they came about due to the lovemaking, but for now they weren't an explicit goal. Keeping Konoka in her seat, and aroused, and even at her mercy, was the name of today's game.

And so, again the Star Gazer purred, the pressure nesting in-between Konoka's breasts, over her lungs and heart, without holding true weight.

With the grip loosened just enough, that 'wrong' tension disappeared. Konoka could properly get her body to relax, and let the restraints properly embrace her.

Now satisfied, Konoka gave a small sigh in delight while the pressure lightly teased her chest. She was now both comfortable and anticipating when the chair would truly get working, leaving her at Star Gazer's mercy.

Konoka's pleasure was the Star Gazer's pleasure - especially when Konoka really began to relax.

With that heightened comfort, the 'control stick' began extending again; moreover, the chair as a whole could vibrate, something the Star Gazer wasted no time showing off.

This feels much better!

Oh, the whole chair could vibrate! This was even better than a massage, forget never needing a spa, she'd never really have to move again!

"Unnnnnnngggghhh..." Konoka sighed her content once the control stick poked at her nethers. Her arms were practically jelly, but she still attempted to push back against her binds, just a bit, just to test if they held her tight enough to make sure that she would go absolutely nowhere, and she couldn't stop that control stick from getting inside her.

The chair also had joints, which Konoka would no doubt have noticed while finishing its assembly.

The Star Gazer made two deft motions - one to lean the head of the chair back, while keeping the seatbelt snug and adjusting the augments not to damage Konoka's arms or legs during reposition - and the other to effectively start pushing the 'control stick' inside of her.

The vibrations intensified, exceeded only by the purring in Konoka's mind.

So ensnared by the vibrations that Konoka almost forgot about the folding joints before her head tilted back. Knowing that she had been avoiding tensing herself up the wrong way, that meant she couldn't quite look down at the penetration just as it struck true. A small gasp escaped her as she felt the 'control stick' push into her entrance.

The purring going on in her mind made the actual penetration feel even better, to the point Konoka's toes curled within her shoes.

"Nnnnngh, it's so filling...! So tight!" Konoka mewled in delight. At this point she didn't writhe much, just let her hips subtly roll into the penetration.

Without prompting, the Star Gazer projected to Konoka what she looked like, letting the visage of her passage being penetrated show directly in Konoka's brain.

The purring amped up, pairing with the vibrations to make it seem the chair was contented... even though Star Gazer was much, much more than just the chair~

"Just keeping taking this, just like that! Konoka!" The affection and lust were clear when the Star Gazer spoke aloud again.

There was nothing quite like having her own helplessness on perfect display. Getting a perfect view of her own body as it was bound to the chair, the control-stick plunging into her drove her wild, leaving her unable to hold back her moan, nor stop her from tilting her head back from the sheer pleasure of it all.

"I...!" how did she voice her delight like this?! She could barely talk, she couldn't move, only moan helplessly, as well as sometimes bucking in her tight binds as Star Gazer held her and possessed her and fucked her. "Oh--ggnnngh!" There was definitely pleased mewling from the way she struggled to voice herself. Konoka was losing it... and enjoying every moment of it.

The Star Gazer, increasingly ecstatic herself, was quick to reassure Konoka that words were unnecessary; just the feeling was enough.

And there was more than enough to feel; the augments from the chair pressed down warmly, the seatbelts continued to press smooth against Konoka's torso, and the 'control stick' began to move out before pumping hot right back in.

And again, and again.

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