| 525: Escape Pod Living on a space ship isn't too hard, but sometimes there are things you don't understand. For example, you might get woken up early by an alarmed security officer and dragged, still in your pajamas, to an individual escape pod, where you are launched in space with your friend with barely a hug. Or when the escape pod says weird things... "Warning," the small pod's computer announced, "Damage to aft computer, fuel reserves depleted. Input organic material." "What is it saying?" asked the younger girl. "I don't know," said the older, "computers always talk weird. Computer, talk simpler!" "Please input vestment to receiving container." "Simpler!" "Remove your clothing," came the computer's final instructions. "Aww, we have to remove these? I like my pajamas!" "It's okay," the older girl replied, "it's just the two of us here anyway. We'll be fine." The girls complied in removing their clothes, putting them in the recycle bin, which was quick to take them in to replace the nearly-depleted fuel of the pod. "Computer damaged. Expect glitches," said the computer, trying to simplify complex messages as much as possible. "What did it say?" asked the younger girl. "We'll be fine. Let's just rest, okay?" The younger girl replied with a "hmm" before seeking comfort in her older friend's arms, where she found a comfortable hug. Both girls tried to rest, adopting a fetal position, their naked legs entwined. "Intimacy detected, releasing pheromones." The younger girl looked at her friend questioningly. "I don't know," came her reply to the implicit question, "but it smells like flowers." The younger girl smiled and came back to her comfortable cuddling. Soon, however, the girls found themselves restless; they started to rub together, for lack of space to stand up, their small legs stroking each others' private areas. They felt good, instinctively seeking intimacy without realizing why. For several minutes, they were rubbing each others' bodies, the older girl placing her hands on the younger's bottom, whose hands were cuddled against the older girl's chest. Soon, the girls' legs were covered in each others' fluids, although they barely realized it; their movements were automatic, aiming at mutual satisfaction. They stayed together, comfortable yet agitated, until their caresses lead them to an apex. "Haaaaa!" they moaned together, their bodies tensing for several seconds, before falling back to their even more comfortable cuddling. "Orgasm detected, releasing incense." "Smells like cinnamon!" commented the younger one, the first one to regain her composure. Without a word, the older girl placed her lips on her friend's, staying that way for several seconds; the younger girl looked at her questioningly. "Why did you do that?" "I don't know, I just really wanted to do it." "Do it again, okay? It was really fun." "Yeah... Let's do it until we reach the port." The End. |