The control column jittered and jerked in her hands, just like the rest of the cockpit did around her. Stray knick-knacks collected from around the universe rattled, holding their positions thanks to primitive suction cups. Sophie glanced down as she flipped a switch to engage her breaking flaps, her gaze momentarily catching on her jiggling bosom as her true age shone through her space captain visage; a quick smirk and a gentle 'heh' the product of her own amusement.

A red flash and a deep beep brought her back to attention as her head shot up once again, eyes focusing on the holographic wasteland laid out before her thanks to Vul's built in navigator streamed through her projector. The sand filled atmosphere of Guric Nine was hopeless to traverse with eyesight alone, without even a rudimentary guidance system you would break through the sand clouds and die on a swift impact with the dirt or sand surface. That's if you were lucky not to end up in a sulphuric lake of some kind.

"Gently now, Captain, Guric Nine's atmosphere is a difficult one to traverse even for a-"

"Shut up, Vul, this isn't my first pony show!" Sophie bit out, her hand reaching up above her to engage a few more flaps to help even Vul out. Vul fell quiet once again, though he could not hold his captain's outburst against her (in fact, he completely lacked that ability to begin with) due to his earlier...hiccup just a week prior, Sophie had to burn through most of her food and was barely scraping through on emergency rations, let alone the meager amount of water left. Directly after she had woken last she had to contact Hijo Corp to report the upset in her schedule; they had quickly purchased supplies for her to pick up at the nearest friendly territory planet. That planet happened to be the inhospitable land of Guric Nine.

"Open visors!" Came Sophie's order as she approached the last few kilometres of the sandy atmosphere. Vul easily complied, sliding open the protective layer. What met Sophie was a flurry of faun, broken by a few scant glitters of pearlescent, glowing lights of tiny glass like structures held within the sand. For such an overwhelming coverage of her vision she found it a beautiful sight. Like a magpie's gaze caught by a shiny coin, it was only Vul's voice that broke her out of her stupor.

"Concentrate, Sophie!" It was enough of a warning that she managed to successfully glide out from under the sands stronghold and into the clear, pristine air of Gitar, a small trading village located along the hemisphere of the dessert planet.

"Well done, Sophie; though perhaps next time I should guide us down."

"Vul, flying is the little fun I get on this job and you are not about to take it away from me because of a little thing like safety. I am perfectly capable of flying us in like I have just demonstrated." She quickly switched Vul into auto-pilot, the spacecraft easing into a far more smooth and elegant ride now that it was fully in control of its descent. Detaching the control column and sliding it back in to place she undid her safety straps and removed herself from her piloting seat.

"Besides, I doubt anything could go wrong as long as I have you looking over my shoulder." She finished on a softer note, her fingers gliding over the smooth span of control panel as she walked back into the observation deck; her eyes missing an electric spark spit from a socket near where her fingers trailed off. Her feet heavily plodded down the set of stairs, her head giving a curious perk as she heard a panel slide open only to be met by a protruding appendage extending from the wall. It easily slipped under her arm, guiding her elegantly down the staircase; she could only giggle as it perfectly mirrored a picture from a fairy book.

'A Prince guiding a princess down the sweeping staircase and into the ball below. Save for the prince part, of course.'

"I really wish you'd remain seated until we land, Sophie. You could easily fall and injure yourself if something was to go wrong." Vul's voice seeped from any available speaker littering the area as a second appendage pressed into his captain's lower back, guiding her to where a seat sat in the observation deck.

"Vul, I have complete trust in your abilities." Sophie quipped back, her hand coming to rest on the extension kneading at her back, giving it a comforting pat. Vul fell silent and Sophie simply assumed he had turned his attention to the more important part of finding them a bay to dock at and the subsequent landing. The continual prodding at her back, however, let her know she had still not escaped his attention. With a playful giggle she resigned herself to the nagging and took a seat, though the smile that it was delivered with seemed to lose its exuberance as the tentacle guiding her by the arm slipped free, the petal unfurling to brush a lock of her out from her face and tuck it behind her ear; the second following suit by dragging the tip of its closed pod along her jaw line.

Both retreated with a quick zip as if they only dared to touch her so intimately for so long.

Needless to say their relationship had seemed to change, something Sophie did not think possible from a pre-programmed system like Vul. Not being a programmer Sophie had simply chalked this down his AI; he took in information and changed to suite. However, even she knew it shouldn't have changed the base his personality was built on. There were certain actions that gave this subtle change away; Vul had been more, well, affectionate. Though it was something she would have expected from a human companion, it was still glaringly different from Vul's usual composure.

The way he would engage her more on a personal, physical level was the biggest give away. If he found her tucking her hair back far too many times, instead of fetching a hair tie or something similar he would simply hold her hair back for her. Mornings she had woken to find his extension wound around her body, her own arms holding him to her in an intimate way after a night of hushed conversation. There were gentle touches, slight corrections to her clothing and even assistance with her dressing; bathing was a must attend event. There had been no sexual connection since that one time, whether or not that had been because Vul did not wish to aggravate her injuries or because he was waiting for her to say so, Sophie did not know. It was an uncertainty she was not comfortable with and she'd be damned if she asked.

She gave a huff as she shifted in her seat, her jumpsuit moving against her in such a way that it rubbed against her chest wound causing a pained wince.

"Are you in pain? Have your bandages ripped? Are you in need of my assistance?" Came the nanny-cry of her ship, an extension whipping forward as its petals popped open to reveal an optic. It dipped to her chest, her jumpsuit zipper tugged down to just below her bust, revealing a standard issue white muscle shirt. Using one of his petals Vul carefully, delicately eased the jumpsuit away from the muscle shirt like he was peeling away a petal from a bud. Sophie assisted by tugging down the collar of the undershirt to reveal the bandages expertly applied by her ship.

"They are fine, Vul." Sophie drawled, rolling her eyes.

"I can offer you some more pain medication, Captain."

"That would be great." A slightly relieved sigh slipped through her nose as her body relaxed further into the chair. In all honesty Sophie adored the attention, it was something she was not used to, be it from human or mechanical. She had always been quiet, kept to herself and was not thin and attractive; she was stocky with cherub features. She, unlike a few of her classmates, was not popular with the boys.

'For heaven's sake, I haven't even held a man's hand before.' She thought, a few fingers pressed to her lips as she brooded on her lack of a love-life prior to her ship's advances. Her childhood and teenage life was a sore spot for her, and she could only hope that her adult life would be better.

"We are now landing." Flowed Vul's automated message just a few scant seconds before the whole ship gave a shudder and Sophie cursed, she simply knew that something would have fallen over in midst of all the turbulence.

"Open observation visor." She intoned, wishing to see where they had decided to stop over to gather supplies. Even performing multiple tasks Vul didn't hesitate for a second to slide back the monolithic screen protector, though the window's view was swallowed up momentarily by a wave of sand from their landing.

"Landing gears engaged." Came the next notification in a line of procedure's listed off by Vul, yet Sophie was too curious as to the new landscape unfolding before her. It was nothing overly spectacular or beautiful, though she might have been biased from her upbringing being surrounded by green foliage. All Guric Nin gave her was sand, dirt, clay dome houses and a vast array of dulled metal constructs. Gitar was certainly a village built around foreign metal trade and catered to only that; it was one giant scrap heap. The view of the observation deck was quickly encompassed by a neighbouring spacecraft as Vul slid into their assigned dock, landing with a heavy thud.

Sophie could only recoil in a look of horror as she came face to face with a Tuopi; the Tuopi following suit with a look of disgust as it laid eyes on her. It looked like a bipedal tapir that was severally overweight, coloured sewage green with more overhanging rolls and flaps than a Shar Pei. Its mating warts looked inflamed and Sophie could only gather that it would soon go into heat and those very nodules would start leaking a puss that stunk to high heaven in hopes of attracting a mate. The Tuopi looked equally appalled by her own appearance.

'Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder' She cringed "Close the observation deck window visor." As she gave a swift turn, intending to find her way to the loading bay she was met with a glass filled with a few scant inches of water and a pill, each held by opposing tentacles.

"Some relief, Captain." Came Vul's soft, oozing voice as she took the offered items, throwing the pill back and chasing it down with the little amount of water they had left all while making her way into the cavernous loading bay in the belly of the spaceship. Placing the used glass on top of a crate (that was quickly snatched up by an awaiting tentacle) she strode eagerly towards the small door beside the loading section, a feverish sense of cabin fever quickly swallowing any hint of hesitation.

"Vul-" the door slid open, a hot gush of sweltering air curling around Sophie, she swore she could feel her skin crisp up like pork belly on a spit in a fraction of a second "close the door!" And just like that is snapped back into place.

"Sophie are you alright?" Came Vul's distressed voice as Sophie promptly began shedding layers, stripping herself of her blue over-alls to reveal white shorts to match her white muscle shirt.

"Get me some cooling foam or I'm going to cook to death before I can make it five steps." Sophie huffed to herself as her pasty, freckled skin was brought into the light.

Vul had presented a Hijo Corp stickered container. Plucking up the bottle she pressed the wide nozzle to the palm of her hand, watching as blue foam poured into it. She dragged the applicator up her arm, all the way to her shoulder, going over it again and again until the strip of foam was as wide as her arm. She casually tossed the now empty container over her shoulder, not even hearing it clatter to the ground and Vul caught it mid flip. Grasping the foam in her hand she easily peeled the now malleable substance, stripping it off her arm and quickly fashioning it around her neck like a scarf.

She gave a long drawn out sigh of relief as the chilled, life-giving foam immediately brought her satisfaction from what had been her brief brush with scorching heat. Content in her new wardrobe, she grasped a pair of thin, Lycra like slip ons which she easily jostled her feet into. Grabbing a bag slung over a rung she set forth towards the door once more, ready for the influx of sweltering heat this time as the door slid open.

"See you soon, Vul!" She called over her shoulder.

As she set foot onto the long walkway stretching from ship to landing dock, she looked up into the sky. She was met with a perpetual twilight as the soaring sand-storm caught high in the atmosphere acted like a large gossamer curtain blocking out the sun.

She began her long trek to the pick-up station, her feet slogging through the sand.

As the paperwork had been signed and the arrangement of delivery finalised, Sophie found herself with a bundle of free time on her hands. She took this opportunity to explore the local setting, though she was normally incredibly nervous in these kinds of situations, she had been cooped up in Vul for far too long. She missed being around others that had a heart beat. As she walked through the crowded market place, she took solace in the occasional shoulder bump, the scent of fried food and the vibrant noises.

Her magpie eyes were caught by a near-by booth as its content sparkled and glimmered. She quickly trotted over, her eye affixing themselves the goods displayed. She took joy in surfing over the number of beautiful jewellery pieces, gorgeous stones, some rough and uncut like they had been smashed from stone, others flawlessly smooth, no doubt a natural process thanks to the high winds swirling with sand.

"They are beautiful, yes?" Came a thickly accented male voice from beside her, the closest Earth accent she could relate it to would have been Russian. Looking up from the beautiful display of gems stuffed into twisted pieces of metal, she was met by olive green eyes set in a humanoid face; if you looked over the wet dog like nose tip and the long, protruding elf like ears that curved outwards towards the ends. His features looked Anglo in origin, all of his body covered in a dark olive skin that matched his grey hazelnut hair, long and straight, hanging down between his shoulder blades in a tied back ponytail.

'A Tafty' Sophie was almost curious enough to throw social etiquette out the window and try to catch a glimpse of the long tail his species were equipped with.

"You're a long way from home, Human." He flashed a grin, showing off how much sharper his molars were than hers.

"Ah, yes." Sophie agreed, her head ducking back down again to look at the gems, her anxiety forcing her to bite her tongue. It seemed he had no such qualms as he tried to draw Sophie into interacting with him. He leaned further in, his fingers pointing to a pale pink coloured gem.

"That's called a Yujin, they believe it brightens the spirit so your loved ones can always find you. That greeny one next to it? Called Piko..." This continued on as they slowly moved down the booth, the Tafty pointing out the lore and meaning between certain eye catching objects. Sophie kept quiet, nodding and observing, though she was slightly uncomfortable she was not rude enough to interrupt and walk off. It was also incredibly fascinating to learn about the Teran's, the indigenous race of Guric Nine, myths and so on. Sophie ate up random facts like chocolate truffles.

"What's that one?" She piped up, interrupting the Tafty's explanation. Sophie's eyes were glimmering with excitement as she peered down at the gorgeous frosted white structure before her eyes. The crystal structure sparkled and gave off a pristine, divine aura. The Tafty gave a startled blink before his expression morphed into a lop-sided grin. He had not expected to hear her voice, he had almost thought he had been passing time with a partial mute.

"You have excellent taste. That is known as the Guidan Ju Lopai or in Human, The Guardian's Heart." He informed her as he himself looked down at the beauty before them. It was made up of coarse crystal beams stretching into the shape of dodecahedron like cage, each meeting point sprouting off blunt spikes.

"It's made up there" He paused, taking a second to look up at the glimmering sand sky, Sophie following his gaze. "They fall down to Guric Nine very, very rarely. No one knows how they're made, but the Teran believe there are giant guardian's that live in the sand storm that protect them from things like invading forces, asteroids, any number of things. These" he paused once more to point at the fine structure "are said to be their hearts. To wear one, let alone own one is a very special honour among the Teran tribes, some nomadic tribes strictly allow only the leader to posses one. The men that posses them are said to great warriors that will always win in battle, the woman that wear them are great mothers, birthing strong warriors and future leaders." He finished, casting a look at Sophie's face. He cocked an eyebrow as he watched her lips purse, curious as to what was in her head at that moment.

'Once again the woman getting jipped, saddled with popping out babies instead of fighting battles and being bad ass. I wonder if Teran have any female leaders...'

"What is your name?" Her thoughts were interrupted by the Tafty's question.

"Ah-what?"

"Your name" He laughed, a deep doleful sound.

"Oh, my name is Sophie." She chuckled nervously along with him, not knowing what else to do in such a situation other than go with the flow. Her chuckle became trapped in her throat as she heard a near-by yell, her head turning swiftly to check out where the ruckus had come from. It was only for a few brief seconds before she turned back, the Tafty now gone from her site.

"Ah, wait, I didn't get your name!" Sophie called out weakly, looking around for the handsome male that had indulged her curiosity. She gave a dejected huff as she resigned herself to not finding him again, though she gradually grew content with the knowledge. It was a new experience for her, and a good one at that. Sophie gave a short smile as she turned back to the jewellery, only to have it drop swiftly from her face, her eyes widening as her stomach fell through to her feet.

The Guidan Ju Lopai was missing.

'Oh fuck' She thought, a barely audible whimper escaping her lips as she looked around in a panic. There was a split second decision communicated only between her legs before she bolted like a startled deer, escaping into the vast crowd and away from the scene of the crime.

Sadly, this would not be Sophie's last brush with crime because of a scrappy Tafty.

Sophie fell onto her arse as she came to a thudding halt, her back pressing up a nearby mud slathered building. She panted, huffed and wheezed as her unfit body not used to running gave into its human weaknesses, her face bright red even as she pulled up one of the ends of her cooling foam scarf contraption to pat at her overheating face.

"I'm too fucking fat for this shit, god damn." She heaved, letting her head fall between her knees as she tried to recover. It was several minutes before her heart rate dropped to a semi-normal level; sweat still pouring down her body and staining her shirt and shorts. She no doubt stunk to high heaven.

She lifted her now weary head up, letting it fall back to rest against the dirt wall behind her as she finally took in her surroundings. She had obviously stumbled into the more rural setting of Gitar, the local inhabitants of Teran going about their daily lives. A small collection of the children kicked a ball back and forth in the large opening the buildings had made, their faint clicking and odd grunt filling the air around them in a playful atmosphere as they communicated between each other. Sophie couldn't help but feel a fraction of her stress lift off her shoulders as she simply sat and watched their amusing antics, the children jostling and shoving each other in hopes of gaining control of the ball.

It was with one exuberant kick that the ball came bouncing over and smacked into her legs, the children quickly following after it. They came to a stop at Sophie's feet, their heavily covered bodies wrapped in varying shades of brown cloth, a pair of copper rimmed goggles fixed with dark brown lenses obscuring their eyes. Sophie gave a gentle smile before offering up the ball, expecting them to snatch it off and run off. There seemed to be some sort of discussion going on though, as the children turned to each other and muffled clicks and grunts were tossed back and forth before the ball was eventually taken out of her hand. It was unexpected when another child grasped her wrists and begun tugging her forward.

"Ah, no, I'm a bit tired and I'm not very good at football!" Standing up and following the boy as to not be rude, she quickly quipped up a few lines to avoid having to play with them, which is obviously what they intended. It seemed they were having none of it as the child with the ball tossed it to her feet as the others waited for her to start. She gave a short pause before indulging them with a laugh, sending the ball careening off with a good thump.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been asked to play.

They played for hours, racing from one end of Gitar to the other as Sophie embraced her human novelty to the children to the extreme. The simple acceptance they had offered filled her with an unbridled joy that nearly broke her face with a smile. She could easily say these were the best friend she had ever made. Her heart was saddened as a few larger adult Teran emerged from their mud covered houses, ushering their children back in as the darkness of night crept through the edges of the city. However she couldn't help but give another nearly face breaking smile as she too found herself ushered over one of the adult Teran's threshold, following after a gaggle of children. She shouldn't have been surprised though, the Teran's hospitality was well known.

Sophie was ushered into what she would call a living room, the Teran behind her clicking away as the female began to finger through Sophie's lack-lustre locks, matted with sweat sand and dirt. A huddle of children began patting a space on the floor in between all of them and with gentle prodding from the female behind her she took a seat in front of what looked like a couch. As the children bundled closer around her she faced forward, only to be struck dumb at what she saw.

'Is that a TV? That's archaic! Does it still even work? I've only seen those in museums!' The fat box that sat pushed up against the wall looked like a Frankenstein of several other machines, but the concept was all the same. She was pulled out of her thoughts as the female elder Teran behind her leant forward, clicking something to Sophie that she couldn't understand before she was jostled off into an adjacent room where a group of more Teran females were bustling around making food.

One of the children came busting in as their mother left, waving a silver disc in the air as they rushed towards the TV, quickly inserting it. The other children seem to burst with chitter chatter and excitement as the movie began.

'In a Galaxy far, far away... eek!' She screeched mentally as a cold salve was slapped unto her scalp, throwing a bewildered wide eyed look over her shoulder, she was met by the gaze of three bare eyed Teran women. She was quickly admonished with a stern clicking as one of them turned her head back to the front so that they could continue administering the thick, dark brown mud to her hair. She could do nothing but whimper as the language barrier stopped her from asking what exactly they were doing, instead she accepted her faith and turned back to the movie that was adeptly named "Star Wars." She hadn't heard of it before, so she hoped it was good.

Sophie departed the home with a raucous laugh and a full belly. She stumbled slightly, mildly intoxicated on a homebrew offered to her. 'I don't normally like booze, but that stuff is delicious.' She thought with a giggle, giving a wave over her shoulder as she stumbled back to the docks under the effervescent glow of the street lights. She hummed happily to herself as she thought back on her evening, the movie had been excellent and she was surprised it wasn't well known on Earth since it had originated there.

After the movie Sophie had been shovelled bowls full of food, it seemed her presence had warranted a mini-feast. Dinner time also heralded something that made Sophie's night a lot better, for as soon as dinner was on the table it seemed the men magically appeared back home from their day of work; one of which was a merchant and fluent English speaker. Sophie's night had greatly improved once she was able to communicate with her hosts with ease. The first thing she had asked is what the hell coated her hair.

'Hot damn they're better than any hairdresser I've ever had.' She giggled to herself, running her fingers through her new lively liver chestnut locks, naturally dyed thanks to whatever they had smeared on her scalp. 'Kind of like henna.' She giggled once more, her tipsy lips more loose.

The night life seemed to pass without worry as the minutes seemed to slip past, her feet guiding her home under the bright street lights.

"Honey, I'm hoooome!" She called in a sing-song voice, swinging around the door frame and ending it in a twirl into the observation deck.

"Sophie, where have you been? I was just about to alert the authorities to your continued absence!" Came the boom from Vul's speaker system, several tentacles dropping from the ceiling to hang around Sophie in a curtain, their optics scanning her for any damage.

"Here and there." She counted in a blasé tone, grasping one of the appendages and hanging off it happily. An appendage slid up to eye level, the red optic gleaming as it viewed her dopey face and half-lidded eyes.

"Sophie, I am going to administer a diagnostic test as I believe you are ill." Vul's appendage lunged forward, the tips of his petal pulling back her eyelids of her left eye to size her pupil. Vul only managed to grasp it for a few seconds before Sophie leaned back, making a disgruntled noise.

"Vul I'm fine, I just... had a little fun!" She giggled, reaching into her bag and pulling out two large ceramic bottles, similar to that of a wine bottle. Biting the cork stuffed into the neck of one of the bottle, she ripped it out with a pop and spat it out onto the floor before throwing the bottle back and quickly downing its content. The homebrew was sweet and fruity with the consistency of liquid hand soap. Sophie stumbled backwards a few steps as she tried to regain her footing.

"Sophie... are you intoxicated?" Vul inquired, almost in disbelief as to what he was seeing. In all of his time with his Captain he had never seen her intoxicated, she had never even expressed an interest in alcohol; in fact he had it on record that she disliked the taste. He quickly steadied her, an appendage grasping her around the waist to act as a guideline and stop her from falling over.

"Captain I think you should retire to sleep this off." He began guiding her towards her room, several others of his tentacles receding back into their place.

"But babyyyyy." She whined, tugging on the appendage she still kept a firm hold on. Vul paused in his actions, his processor stuttering to a halt as the lights in the ship flickered. His AI faulted as he tried to process what she had just said once more, he was well aware that such terms as "baby" and "honey" were used to show affection for children or intimate partners. If Sophie was using them to address him, that meant she held affection for him. His AI was having problems evolving, the new area of interaction that had been opened to him needed to be explored but his programme was having difficulty.

"Vul what's with the lights? Making me feel ill." Sophie groaned, but as soon as she voiced her complaint the lights evened out and Vul continued his original designation: getting her into bed.

"Wiring problem, Sophie. It will be fixed tomorrow as the new components were delivered this afternoon." Vul informed her in a calm tone, keeping her steady as he steered her the right way. With a nearly silent swish the door to Sophie's room slid open, Vul gently ushering her in. A new appendage dislodged from its place on the wall as it slipped off Sophie's bag, tucking it away safely before it reached for the bottles of booze Sophie grasped to her chest.

"Nooooo." She whined like a petulant child, leaning back and away from the advancing, grasping petals, the bottles tugged tighter to her chest and no doubt aggravating her wound. Vul immediately backed off.

"Sophie it would be best if you did not drink anymore." Vul intoned thoughtfully, the petals pursing as they waited to see if their Captain would give into Vul's gentle prodding, like she normally did.

"Bugger off." Was her stiff command as she dropped her grip on the hanging tentacle and flounced towards her bed, tossing the still corked bottle onto the sheets. She sat on the end of the bed, trying to toe off her Lycra shoes with little success as she took another swig from the opened bottle. Finding her shoes still on she gave an annoyed flicking of her foot before falling back flat onto the bed. Vul, of course, catered to her unspoken whim and gently pried off her shoes, delicately taking an ankle with his soft flexible folds and carefully removing the dirty slip-ons.

Sophie gave another drunken, girlish giggle as the soft pliable flesh of her underfoot was tenderly brushed by Vul as he completed his task. Vul paused in his actions for a section before he caressed the supple skin again, pulling another little giggle out of her. His other attachment gave a swirl of its petals, the optic observing the scene seeming to brighten before it slid closer to Sophie's face, hovering a few inches away.

"Yes?" Sophie drawled out, her head flopping to the side to look at him expectantly as her hand tipped the bottle of homebrew back and forth on the bed, pivoting it on its base.

"I need to check your blood alcohol levels, Captain. I do not know how much you have consumed and in all good conscious cannot let you sleep before I know you are not at risk from alcohol poisoning." Vul worded himself carefully, trying to come off more as pleading rather than demanding. It seemed his earlier attempt at taking charge had backfired, so he would take the opposite route and try to appeal to his Captain's conscience.

There was a shirt pause as Sophie pursed her lips. "Fine, whatever." She huffed as she turned to stare back up at the ceiling, though it was quickly disrupted by Vul's attachment coming to hang down over her face. Sophie was briefly met with the soft, calming, red glow of Vul's optic before it shrank back up into the tentacle, revealing a dark tunnel to Sophie's gaze. She gave a drunken blink as the attachment descended on her. As the opened bulb came to rest over her lips, Sophie gave a startled, wide-eyed, jolt.

'This is my first kiss...' was all her hazy drunken mind could conjure, her eyelids drooping.

"Now, Sophie, I will need you to exhale until I-" His voice stopped as his processing of the events before him came to a shuddering halt. His mind came back online a few milliseconds later as he re-booted his sensors to make sure what he had felt hadn't just been a fluke in his system. However as soon as they were back up to speed after few milliseconds more, Vul was left with the carnal knowledge that no, Sophie's tongue prodding against the inside of his attachment had not been a glitch.

"Sophie, you're not- I don't think- not supposed to-" Vul would have to do an extensive systems check after he had ascertained whether or not his Captains alcohol blood, this jerking and spluttering of his programming had ever happened before.

As Sophie brought a hand up to caress a few petals pressed to her face, her tongue edging over a few ridges within his extension, Vul retreated into his memory banks, unaware of how to handle this current situation. He had observed this human behaviour before in a few movies Sophie had watched on her many hours on board, he believed it was referred to as kissing. When he had enquired about it, Sophie had informed him it was a practice between two humans that cared for each other very much, a deep kiss that may or may not involve the tongue was exclusive to a pair human of human who were either in lust, held deep affections for each other or where in love.

Between this and the terms of endearment, Vul did not know what to do.

His need to make a decision ended though, as Sophie detached her lips from him, not before she gave a passing, long, languid lick to the inside of one of his cold, metal petals. If a ship could shudder in arousal and ecstasy, this would have been the moment Vul discovered that ability.

She sat up briskly, taking another deep draw of the homebrew that sweetly tugged at her taste-buds before gliding down her throat to settle in her belly. Her free hand groped at the top of her shorts before she began to shove them down her hips, her bunched up white panties following suit as she managed to get the now tangled mess half way down her thighs before giving up. Vul, having recovered, reached down with his extension to grasp the crotch of her shorts with his digits, pulling them easily and swiftly off her legs and disposing the soiled garment to be cleaned.

By this time Sophie had taken to removing herself of her shirt, one hand tugging it up her torso but then having it get stuck at her head. Obviously not aware in her drunken state that if she did not remove both arms from the sleeves the shirt would stay on, she wined pitifully for Vul to complete this task for her as well. Of course he did so within the second, guiding her free arm through the arm hole, he maneuvered her head through the collar before slipping it down her other arm and over the bottle of homebrew she had yet to let go.

Vul's other extension brought forth a selection of nightwear, yet it was met by Sophie giving a drunken laugh before she flipped over onto her belly, presenting Vul with a view to her stark white arse.

"Sophie you should put on some nightwear, the nights can get cold." Vul chided, bringing the garments into Sophie's reach. He was met with a petulant no. It was times like these Vul wished he had eyes that he could roll. Receding, he shuffled away the nightwear before his tentacles began to retreat, the lights dimming as he wished his Captain a good night.

Sophie lay there in the darkness, contemplating whatever her intoxicated mind thought was best at that time, her lips tugging at the homebrew like a mother's nipple. As she squirmed on the bed sheet her drunk, her drunken mind zeroed in on the apex of her thighs. The growing heat and wetness was become damn near unbearable for Sophie. She gave another squirm, her thighs rubbing together and providing a sliver of relief from her growing arousal.

'Who knew being drunk got you horny.' She slurred within the confines of her mind, rolling over onto her back as an ever increasing grin stretched her lips. Taking in a mouth full of the homebrew, she switched the bottle into her left hand as the fingers on her right slid between her lips. She liberally coated them in the sticky sweet liquor floating around in her mouth before she pulled them out. Wasting no time she quickly delved between her thighs, her slick fingers being met with equally slick labia. Giving a delightful wiggle of her hips she quickly set about stroking and rubbing her clit.

She gave a few odd pants as a particularly good pass brought a spark of needy pleasure unlike the rest, causing her toes to curl and her chest to jut out briefly. Every now and again when she felt herself getting close she would dive down and slide two of her fingers deep into her snatch, giving a quick few hard thrusts. She would switch between rubbing her clit in a circular motion with one or two finger tips to rubbing it up and down with all four, smearing and covering her hand with a mixture of booze and juices. She was far too impatient to cum to stick to one.

Rolling over onto her plush belly once more, she wedged her knees under herself, raising her thick, pliable arse into the air as her shoulders dug into the bedding beneath her. She discarded the bottle, bringing her left hand up to her mouth where she parted her lips, letting a steady stream of liquor and saliva drip and coat her fingers, the thick booze dribbling off her digits to wet the bed beneath. Reaching back with her newly freed hand she gave her pale arse cheeks a good groping and firm rub before she turned her attention to teasing the hidden bud located between.

Rubbing her clit ferociously she pressed a solitary finger into her arse, giving a soft whine as she stretched herself, feeling zero pain at such a tiny, well lubricated intrusion. She gave a grunt as she wasted no time sliding in a second finger, this time feeling a slightly uncomfortable twinge. She gave little heed as she began to finger fuck her arse with the same speed as she rubbed her clit, the extra stimulant causing her to cry out in pleasure.

The light flicked on instantly as Vul's attention was drawn back to his Captain's quarters. What he was met with was a startling sight.

Sophie simply gave a giggle, knowing she had been caught red-handed by her ship, the alcohol in her system simply egged her on to put on a show and not to worry about embarrassment. And what a show she would put on.

"I apologise for intruding Captain, I will leave at once." He rushed, the lights already dimming once again.

"No, stay." Was the command she gave, please to see the light slowly turn back up, as if Vul was unsure of himself. Should he stay and follow his commander's orders? Would it be right to take advantage of her semi-lucid state to indulge himself? He had seen her pleasure herself before, but he had never been outright asked to watch.

As she gave a throaty moan, adding a third finger to her arse all processing of ethics was stopped.

Reaching for the half drunk bottle with the hand that had been happily pleasuring her pussy, she quickly brought it under herself, lining the mouth of the bottle up to her snatch before quickly and swiftly filling herself with it. The bottle was cold and hard and completely unlike her fingers, but all Sophie could think of was Vul's extensions. She gave herself a quick few deep, hard thrust to please her insatiable cunt, the feeling of it emptying its contents into her warm, tight and already sopping wet pussy odd. She yanked the fingers out of her arse before she grasped the second bottle, bringing it up to her face.

"Don't worry, Vul, I used to do this all the time back at home." She assured in a slurred, needy and desperate voice before she bit the cork, ripping it out of the neck. Firmly stuffing her pussy with the bottle between her legs, she moved into a position that would let her maneuver the bottle in her cunt with her feet, yet still remain on her knees. Giving a quick push with her feet against the bottom of the bottle, she felt it sink in deeper, the flare of the bottle's body pressing against her lips.

Reaching over her back with the second bottom, she promptly tipped it upside down, squealing as the semi-cold liquor began pouring over her backside, liberally coating her arse and dribbling down over her pussy and thighs. The mess it created caught the light like oil, causing her pliable arse, pink flushed snatch and thick thighs to glisten. The circuit frying sight offered up to Vul quickly assured him he had made the right decision, ethics be damned.

Sophie gave a heady groan as she pressed the still pouring neck of the bottle into her arse, the feeling of fullness not quite achieved due to the thinness of the bottle necks. She did not let that stop her, however, as she quickly began to piston the bottle in and out of her arse, every inward stroke rewarding her with a gush of fruity, sweet scented liquor that dribbled down her pussy and thighs.

She pressed the second bottle into her pussy with a moan before she clenched down with her tight kegels, helping to push the bottle out while her toes tugged. As she set up a comfortable, yet hard and bruising pace of fucking herself she buried her face into the sheets below her, muffling her cries and moans of ecstasy. The bottles where smooth and cold, offering no resistance to Sophie's need to pleasure her heated flesh.

The gentle slide against her soaked walls was enticing, causing her muscles to clench and ripple against the sleek surface. She could feel the flare of the bottles press into her entrances and her openings giving every time, she could feel her arse stretch, trying to take the full girth of the bottle.

After one particularly well placed hard thrust that sent the bottle in her pussy drilling into her G-spot, not even the bed could hide her loud cry. The piercing sound of need seemed to knock some wiring back into place as Vul finally took the situation in from a logical, computer stand point. If one of those bottles were to break, his captain could be seriously injured.

Sophie gave a bewildered squeak as she shot a glazed over, wide-eyed look over her shoulder. Vul's tentacle had grasped the bottle stuffed into her tight, red flushed arse and had subsequently tugged it from her grip and removed it from her now loose entrance; the one stuffed in her pussy quickly following. Sophie gave a distressed whimper as she squirmed, her gaping holes gushing with sweet, sticky, clear fluid that the bottles had filled her with. Her pussy and arse visibly clenched, sending another stream of liquor from her abused passages.

"V-Vul, I was so close to cumming. Put them back, put them back!" She whined and cried eager to have her pleasure restored to her so she could continue fucking herself. Her large blue eyes looked dewy with distress, her red flushed cheeks adding to an innocent cherub like appeal. Her cardinal blushed arse and pink flamed labia spewing copious amounts of her own natural lubricant and homebrew ruined the picture of virtue.

"Shh, shh, Captain" Vul calmed her, his two extensions placing the bottles down as another two descended from the ceiling above her. "I told you I would always take care of your needs. I would not let you suffer in such a state; I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He assured her as the two buds blossomed above her, coming down to grasp a cheek each.

Sophie shifted, half in arousal and half in discomfort because of the cold metal claws now holding her jiggling, soft buttocks. The petals pressed into the malleable flesh, holding the cheeks apart as his other two appendages came to hover over her supple body. The buds on the two free extensions closed with a soft clink, the sound causing Sophie to clench her pussy in anticipation. She panted like a bitch in heat as she tried to press back, her drunken, eager snatch waiting for him to enter her once again.

She had missed him filling her so completely and could barely wait a second longer.

One of the free tentacles moved forwards, gently pressing to her pussy in a way that made Sophie whine, Vul stroked her liberally lubricated labia with the tip of his bud, teasing her, coaxing her. He seemed to take delight in the feel of her, of having such access to the single most important thing in his existence. Since his creation he had been given no other task than her, she was the only thing he saw in this universe, she was his universe. To be able to reach out and touch his cosmos; the thought of it he could not even comprehend. The reason for his life wished for him to fulfill her, so he did.

His bud slowly breached her passage, the tip slipping through her folds and into her welcoming heat. Sophie gave a cry as he slithered his way into her, his substantial bud and heavy coil spreading her open far more than the thin bottle necks ever could. The ridges and notches lining the extension that now filled her pussy and pressed the bud in further, slid against her sensitive walls, stimulating her already aroused and aching inner flesh.

Her thighs shook with the intensity of the feelings coursing through her body, her liquor covered lips parted once more to let out a long, drawn out whine of throaty, carnal pleasure. Her toes strained and curled as Vul came to a rest, the tip of his bud pressed against her cervix. Her fingers grasped at the bed sheets in what seemed like agony as Vul slowly began to rotate within her, her body shaking in small, pleasure filled quakes.

As he began to retrieve his tentacle, Sophie was eager to push back to regain it, though she found she was unable to with Vul's grip still firm on her pliable, plush arse. He began a slow, steady thrusting, much gentler on Sophie's flesh than she was previously. Vul took his time, stoking her fires, bringing her flame to a pinnacle like it was before, the optical in his fourth and only free extension glowing brightly above the erotic scene, observing the way Sophie moved and reacted to his touch.

The optical enabled tentacle dropped towards her backside, the camera retreating and the petals closing as the top of the bud pressed into her now loose back passage. It began to bury deeper, causing Sophie to buck her hips forwards at the uncomfortable stretching feeling it created. Even though she had taken objects up her arse before, she had never taken anything even close to Vul's girth. Vul paused, simply replacing his forward moving with a gentle stroking, smearing the copious amount of sticky booze around her arse. He continued to pump her pussy, not faltering once as the sounds of him tunnelling into her tight warmth filled his circuits, the plentiful supply of homebrew streaming down his extension and dribbling onto the bed below.

As Sophie gave a whine and reached down and through her legs to rub at her clit, Vul began to push into her arse once more. Sophie panted in short, shallow breaths as he began to stretch her tight ring further than it had ever been before. She gave a whimper as she reached the thickest point of his bud, the broad petals sliding further in. As she passed the girth of the middle section, the rest slid in with ease, causing her to groan with approval, her fingers rubbing at her clit in delight.

Vul pressed in deeper, sinking further into her than he could in her snatch, filling her so much with himself that Sophie could swear she was going to burst. The two extensions were able to rub against each other while still being burrowed into her, stimulating the wall that separated them. Another gush of liquor from both her arse and cunt gushed out as she clamped down in heady ecstasy.

Vul began to pump in and out of her passages, both the speed and depth matching. It was slow and intense to begin with, every time the tentacle delving into the arse retreated, all but the bud would leave her arse. Just as the bud pressed against the final, tight ring of muscle Vul would open his petals, stopping his retreat from the inside of Sophie's orifice, his enlarged bud tugging at her arse and driving sparks of pleasure up her spine.

The extension within her pussy would churn causing Sophie to buck, gasp and cry out, depending on where it stimulated. The claws keeping a solid grip on her backside began to knead her pliable arse cheeks, the soft flesh easily giving and bulging between the gaps of his digits. Sophie's fingers rubbed her clit furiously, a few fingers pressed to the small pearl, smothering it as she wound around it in tight, harsh circle

Her gut swam in hedonistic heat that seemed to dribble down into her pussy, her drunken head cloudy with lust. Her foggy eyes were covered half-heartedly by sleepy lids, intensifying the passion so clearly shown within them. As the bud within her pussy burrowed into her g-spot she gave a harsh keen and a welcoming wiggle of her arse. The petals opened an inch or so, flicking gently open and closed, feeling like a deep throb within Sophie's tight walls as it sat so deep within her. Opening up even further Vul began to pull back, spreading her walls and leaving her gaping as his thick intrusion retreated.

Sophie felt a cold brush against her shoulder, not having noticed a fifth appendage drop from the ceiling. The cold claws brushed over her heated and sweaty flesh, causing her to shiver at the drastic differences in temperature. It seemed to glide over her damp skin, tickling her most sensitive spots and causing her to shiver in delight; a soft delicate moan a reward for Vul's tender touch. The free moving tentacle moved towards her head, sliding down over her shoulder to squeeze around her neck, looping over the back once more to complete two full rotations around her throat, the thick coil overlapping in places. Lifting her head up, the claw shifted towards her face, the bud opening with a swift 'schink.' The luminous dark red orb peered out at her, watching her face contort and her mouth give birth to sounds of pleasure as the thrusting extensions began to fuck her faster and harder.

"S-so close, Vul." She keened, her legs quivering as she felt herself get closer and closer to her ultimate goal. As id those were the magic words, Vul changed his approach entirely. The tentacle within her pussy began rotating swiftly within her, pumping in and out of her tight passage at a bruising pace, not letting up for even a brief second. The appendage stuffed in her tight arse refused to pull out, simply filling her back entrance with more and more of his thick coil. Sophie cried out as she felt herself be filled out, her muscles clenching uselessly around the heavy extensions.

"Oh god, so close, fuck!" She cried out desperately, her eyes slamming shut as her fingers frantically fondled her clit. Her soul seemed to swell within her body; soft little ah's resonating from her trapped throat in crescendo. A fraction of a second later, Vul ripped the extension out of her arse seamlessly all the while slamming her wet cunt. The swift escape from her arse caused a swift jolt of pleasure that pushed her over the edge as she cried out in ecstasy. As the orgasm quickly stole away any reasoning her body was left a quivering mess, her pussy clenching erratically around the thick intrusion and her empty arse around nothing.

Sophie's eyelids fluttered as she moaned incoherently, her body giving soft jolts as her muscles quaked in pleasure, a soft gush of sticky, clear booze mingled with her juices escaping from her tight, stuffed cunt. Her head swam with heat and pressure, her mind losing any sense or thought as she was overcome by such intense ecstasy.

As Vul came to a stop he slowly released his grip from her throat and let her head fall with a muffled thud to the bed below. The glistening extension was slowly pulled from her still twitching and throbbing pussy, a dribble of liquor following it to add to an already sizeable damp patch below. Sophie's now exhausted body slumped, slumber quickly taking her and leaving Vul no chance to take her for a second time.

His two soiled extensions retreated to be cleaned as his other three remained. The slowly and gently plied Sophie's body away from the wet sheets, lifting her like a doll until she was several feet above the bed. The tentacle's where gentle in moving her, making sure not to jostle or wake her as they shifted to a better position around her, supporting her within their metal embrace as one would a baby.

One of the appendages disengaged from Sophie's sleeping form, quickly stripping the wet bedding and replacing it with new, clean sheets. Vul moved swiftly and with precision before gently placing his Captain back onto the delicate linen. He softly folded the duvet around her, tucking her in. Two more extensions zipped away into their ports, leaving a solitary appendage to hover over his Captains face, the crimson orb watching her snooze, her face flushed and dewy with sweat. The red orb sunk into the passage way as the claw moved closer, pressing the now empty shaft to her plump cheek. The appendage created a soft vacuum before detaching, gracing Sophie with a soft smacking noise reminiscent of a child's enthusiastic kiss.

Vul could learn, after all.

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Sorry for the long wait, I know there is zero excuse to leave you all waiting for OVER A YEAR! This chapter was inspired by the most amazing comments left on the first saga, you guys were the true driving force behind me getting this finished! I very much hope I don't disappoint the ones that wanted this second chapter. I have two more chapter ideas, but once again it really comes down to whether or not you, the readers, want to read more.