A Captain and Her Ship Ch. 02

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.

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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.