A Man In the Crew

"You should be fine. These modern pods are exquisite, and have almost no turn around time... though memory refraction can be, temperamental." The young red head they named Axie told him as she bent over to check his vitals. He smiled and nodded, and realized he could see down her loose fitting vest and her small hanging breasts as she bent over. They were covered in small freckles, and green flecks glinted in her eyes as she saw him staring and a smile spread across her face.

"Stand back up for me, I need to check your muscle response." She said softly, her grin becoming something he thought looked a bit mischievous. As he stood, her hands grasped his wide shoulders, and started to slide down his thick chest and rippled abs, wrapping around his chiseled abdomen, and resting on his hips.

"Your upper body seems in good shape." She continued and looked down, gazing momentarily at his cock as her hands slid down his firm buttocks and thighs, then drifted back up and brushed against his quickly hardening penis.

"And your lower body seems, exquisite." She murmured as she looked back up and locked eyes with him gripping her hand around his now hard shaft.

"Axie, is he ready?" Interrupted Skipper over the overhead comm rather pointedly.

"Well, I guess we should get you dressed." She whispered into his ear. She then let go of his hard cock and backed away with a wink before she grabbed the comm unit on the wall.

"I'm happy to see the comm back Skip. He'll be ready momentarily." She reported with a smirk and he pulled on a tactical vest that was folded up by his pod.

"So um, what do I do for pants?" He asked questioningly looking around. They had plenty of vests, but only the bikini bottoms for below the waist.

"Hmm. Thats a fun problem. For now use this towel, make a sort of loin cloth out of it, I promise I'll try to come up with something better." She said with a giggle tossing him a thin black towel. He tried to figure out a way to cover himself with it for a moment, and then settled on a wrap around his waist like a kilt.

She guided him out of the hatch and down a short corridor to a ladder that lead to the decks above and below, and she clambered up it with a slip. He followed behind, and got a nice glimpse of her bikini clad ass as she shimmered up ahead of him.

"Good to see you in clothes Breeder." Called a commanding voice down the dully lit corridor they arrived at, and he turned to see the imposing figure of the Skipper.

The corridor they stood in was much darker and tighter than the cargo hold, and he had to stoop lightly to keep from hitting his head on the many power conduits that littered the overhead.

"Daz here is going to take you to the aft point defense turret, and train you in how to operate it." She said briskly, gesturing to a short dark haired girl standing shyly beside her. She was clearly the identical twin of the other gunners mate.

"Follow me, and I'll show you the way. Watch your step, the conduits here are everywhere, the turrets require an enormous amount of power." Said the short girl quietly but with a comfort. It was clear that the gun deck was where she was most comfortable. She led him down the corridor as it snaked along what he assumed was the dorsal edge of the ship.

"Here is my turret, but I'll go ahead and set you up in the aft turret, as that will become your station. It hasn't been used for a while, so it might be a bit finnicky. We've been short a gunner for quite some time." She continued as they passed a circular hatch on the overhead.

As they walked, he couldn't help but watch the way her ass bounced up and down with each step. Like all the crew, she was exceptionally fit, but her short frame left her with slightly fuller hips and an absolutely beautiful figure. Like all of the crew, her clothing was very thin, and the bikini bottoms she wore left little to the imagination. It was all likely for handling the intense heat that seemed to permeate every deck around them.

"And here we are. This is going to be a bit awkward, but were going to just have to kind of cram in at first so I can show you things. You first." She said with a flourish as she slid a hatch aside at the end of the corridor. Beyond the hatch was a small transparent blister that stuck out from the hull, with a singular seat in it and a heavy tri-barrelled EM cannon that mounted through the center of it. He climbed through the narrow hatch and took the seat, as she climbed in behind him, and without anywhere else to go sat in his lap, balanced precariously into him to avoid the butt and grips of the EM cannon. The hatch sealed behind them with a hiss.

"Ok, so obviously, this is you main weapon, three barrells, 600 rpm, and the firing trigger on these two paddles." She said as she pulled his arms around her and placed them on the two grips on each side of the cannons receiver.

"Now, this is your active turrets, this switch here activates passive defenses, which will throw up a randomized wall of starburst flak across our entire aft section." She said reaching between their legs to show a switch at the base of the seat. As she did so, her ass ground back into him and he could feel his cock hardening.

"Now lets traverse the turret. This takes some getting used to." She continued and directed his feet onto two pedals below the seat. As he pressed each one the turret turned in that direction, and with other quick experiments he figured out how to traverse up and down.

With each traversal, she was pushed around in his lap rapidly, and it wasn't long before they were both breathing slightly heavily, and his hard cock was digging into her bikini clad ass, there was no way she couldn't know.

"Ok, now to have some fun!" She said with a smirk, and leaned forward to pull a priming pin on the guns receiver. As she did so, he felt the pressure on his hard penis give way, but a little bit more than he expected it too. Suddenly he noticed his towel had came untied, and before he could stop her she had sat back down in his now mostly unclothed lap.

"Ok, uhm... Oh, uh take aim at something out.." She started to stammer, as she felt what had to be his cock slide between her legs, but before she could finish, and before she could look down to confirm her suspicions, the comm crackled over head and grabbed both of their attentions as the sound of a general alarm rang.

"Trial by fire Breeder. We just picked up multiple contacts, possibly recon fighters from the remaining ships out there. Daz stay back there and help him aft. Shoot anything that.." And then the comm was cut off too as a dark winged shape popped out of the swirling nebula and peppered the side of the ship with cannon fire, causing sparks to rain down from the comm unit and it crackled into silence.

She pushed his feet out of the way instinctively and took over the turret movement, but his arms were still wrapped around her with his hands on the grips holding the trigger. As she brought them around and the fighter filled the sights he squeezed gently and the tiny bubble they sat in rocked with the recoil of the gun, and the fighter erupted into shattered debris.

"Good shot! now lets get some heat on them!" She exclaimed and sat up again to flip the switch beneath them for the passive defensive perimeter. When she bent over, his hard and free cock ground against her soft lips from behind, only barred from entrance by the thin fabric bikini bottom. She let out a sharp moan and he pulled the trigger accidentally in surprise. The resulting jar from the recoil only made their predicament worse, and his cock was jostled under the inside hem of her bikini. she sat up with a start, and reached between her legs to adjust her bikini, but her fumbling attempts just helped to inadvertently move the fabric to the side, and with another shudder through the hull his tip prodded at her entrance.

She gasped loudly, and clutched onto his knees, but they both saw a fighter shoot past them, and knew they had to make the shot regardless of their predicament. She maneuvered them in, and he pulled the trigger, his cock sliding deeper into her wet and welcoming pussy with every shuddering recoil from the gun.

They were done fighting it. She had never done this with a real live breeder before, and he was loving the feel off her tight soaked sex, so she moaned and ground her pussy back into him and he thrust in response up into her as they scanned for another target.

The last fighter shot overhead preparing to double back and take another run, and she guided them on target again, and he pulled the triggers, causing fire to rip through the canopy of the banking fighter, and it slowly dissolved into a twisting spiral leading into the milky nebula. Again, the thundering recoil of the heavy cannon ground her down onto his waiting cock, and she dug her nails lustfully into his thighs as she rode him. Silence fell around them as the battle ebbed to a stop, but their heavy breathing continued as he pumped in and out of her, his hands sliding from the triggers and down around her waist helping guide her up and down his manhood.

With a shudder she came, and the smell of her sex mingled with the burnt wiring and hot metal that filled the battle weathered turret. He felt her spasm and grip tighter around his shaft, and with a shuddering moan he drove it deep inside her and fired stream after stream of long awaited semen into her fertile body.

As they slowed to a stop, and their sweaty adrenaline filled bodies collapsed together, the hatch behind them opened with a hiss, revealing the Skipper glowering down at them.