Author's Note - This story is the result of several ideas that have been fermenting for many years in the back of my fevered imagination. It is my first submission so CONSTRUCTIVE comments are welcome, but please be kind. Special thanks are due to cockslave, without whom this tale would not have seen the light of day. I hope you enjoy it and please take the time to vote.
It was a machine, a brooding mechanical presence, inhuman, unalive, but not quite dead. Drifting through the eternal midnight, it's faceted lenses staring with sightless vision across the timeless void. An alien intelligence, on a collision course with a human destiny.
Kismet Harcourt slipped quietly from the anonymous man's bed, another unfulfilling conquest. She collected her clothes and dressed in the bathroom. It was cramped and harshly lit after the mellow glow of his quarters but she wanted to get out without disturbing him now, and speed was of the essence. Rejecting underwear she slipped into the light grey jumpsuit and pulled the zip all the way from her waist in the back right between her legs and up the front, pausing with the zip at the top, she reconsidered and undid it a little; leaving a generous amount of cleavage on show. She thrust her underwear into her pocket and left.
Hands in pockets Kismet strutted through the station corridor, head up, her long hair flying in the sterile atmosphere and reduced gravity. The space faring men and a few of the women too, turned to watch her pass with hunger in their eyes. She had no time for any of them now; she just wanted to be out, away from the station, away from the eyes, away from people in general. She turned to the docking node and pressed her pass to the panel, punched the access code and waited for the airlock to cycle. The mechanism hummed, clicked and whirred before eventually the door hissed open and she stepped through.
Back aboard her ship she started to feel the tension ebb, this was the closest thing to home she'd ever known, not like a House on the surface, but a home, the place she belonged. The Keyed in the control codes and watched the Docking node drop flaccidly away from the side of her ship. She was reminded briefly of the man she'd left and wondered if he'd woken and realised that she was gone yet.
The computers and mechanics did their thing there was nothing for Kismet to do as the small, sleek, ship, "Halcyon Blue" moved away from the space station and began the long acceleration towards the outer colonies. Kismet picked a direction at random, and set the computer to maintain control. She still had an itch that needed scratching.
Unzipping the front of her Jumpsuit she reached inside to caress her breast, feeling the fullness of it in her hand as the nipple hardened. Her other hand strayed downward over the fabric of the suit it stroked gently at the fork of her body. The Zipper hard and sharp on her labia, her fingers soft and warm on her nipple. She pinched her nipple and caught her breath; twisting hard she relished the exquisite pain. Her other hand pressed harder now as she stroked her crotch, her hips rocking, she paused to unzip the jumpsuit further. Her fingers found the hot, moist, centre of her femininity and her breathing began coming in shallow pants. The dark snake of her orgasm awoke in the pit of her belly, uncoiling through her flesh. Her fingers slipped inside her, pushing into her body, her thumb flicking over her clit, massaging her flesh into a frenzy. Her orgasm rose through her body, her back arching as the fingernails of her other hand bite into her own breast.
Suddenly sirens wailed, warnings sounded, lights flashed. Kismet swore loudly as she returned to the reality of the cockpit. Her hands flew over the controls by instinct, her sexual energy translated to action of another sort as she wrestled the ship back from the massive gravity well. Drives shrieking as the structure shook and huge forces wrenched at Halcyon Blue. Gradually the sleek little ship lost the battle and slipped further towards the huge centre of mass that had suddenly appeared, too close and too large for the small ship to avoid. She gave up the unequal fight and instead turned towards the great black hulk looming before her, controlling the headlong plunge into the improbably large gravity well.
As she drew closer details became visible, clearly it was some kind of deep space ship but it conformed to no design she'd ever seen. It seemed dead, but the gravity well suggested monumental power, which was just not engaged; she wondered why. Kismet pulled the Halcyon Blue into a tight orbit around the hulk, and engaged all the instruments to record the object. Stroking its surface with electronic signals, caressing its contours, investigating, evaluating, measuring everything...
...and the machine measured and evaluated her.
Eventually she found what looked like a docking bay, a slot in the belly of the craft, nestling between the drive nacelles, the doors were closed, but she couldn't help making the obvious anatomical connection. Giggling inwardly she turned her ship and approached the doors. She slowed the ship to a bare crawl and the computer tried to trigger the mechanism, it failed and a warning began to sound. Kismet slowed the Halcyon Blue even further, and the warning continued. The proximity alarm went off as she fell towards the ship, too close now to pull away before smashing ignominiously into the belly of the huge vessel. The gamble paid off, the doors began to slide open, slowly, almost too slowly. The Halcyon Blue slid slowly inside.
The Machine had been aware of the small craft approaching it. It felt the sensors probing. It had no way of recognising the signals but it was aware of the craft falling towards the docking bay. It attempted to warn the small craft away but it didn't respond, so in a final attempt to preserve hull integrity it opened itself up to the invading craft. As the small ship entered its belly the machine scanned it and analysed the atmosphere inside.
By the time Halcyon Blue had settled onto the floor of the docking bay the machine had begun to manufacture a close approximation of the air inside the small ship, so that when Kismet did her checks she found the atmosphere breathable. The gravity here was not as high as the space station, barely adequate to hold things down, and to be on the safe side Kismet donned the protective space suit she used for forays into less hospitable places. She also grabbed a portable "sniffer" to analyse the atmosphere outside the craft. Not quite trusting the readings she was getting from the instruments on her own ship. She stepped outside her ship encased in her suit and took readings from the sniffer. Puzzled she cleared the readout and took another set of readings. This too indicated that the air was breathable.
She opened the mask in the suit helmet and sniffed, wondering why people still did that. If the air was poisonous, it was very unlikely that sniffing it would give any warning at all, let alone enable anyone to seal up the suit again, opening the suit was a one-way operation, but everyone always sniffed.
The machine was aware of the small life form moving through cavities and corridors within its self. It tested the air that the life form exhaled; it scanned the body with its sensors. It also drew the life form through itself by turning on lighting and adjusting the atmosphere. It began to manufacture organic trace chemicals resembling pheromones.
Exploring the ship Kismet bounced in the low gravity. She had worked her way from the docking bay, almost all the way forward. There was one more section she hadn't seen yet the cockpit, and she was sure it was behind this door. The door like everything else about this ship was huge and it opened automatically as she approached.
The cockpit was large, and spacious, but also like everything else in the ship was completely empty, or so it seemed. There was a low pulsing hum, the machine lurked the darkness. The most prominent object in the room was a huge throne. Kismet knew no other word for it; it was clearly the seat of power. The seat was broad and clearly made for a bipedal life form, as there were two footrests or stirrups. There were also two arms with nodules or buttons at the ends. Unable to resist the temptation, she slipped up onto the giant seat. The low hum intensified and the throne shifted gently to accommodate her alien proportions.
The seat began to throb, massaging and stimulating her body. Kismet relaxed and the Throne shifted once again. The footrests lifted, and Kismet felt her legs separate slightly. Overwhelmed with sexual longings she felt her pulse rate rise and her body softened. She settled back in the throne and relished the throbbing sensations thrilling through her body.
She felt a pressure at her crotch and glanced down. What she saw filled here with mixture of horror and desire.
The seat had split into two panels, parting her thighs, and in the gap between was a large phallic object. It was long and tapering like the horn of a rhinoceros, but shiny and metallic, and it was pointed directly towards the core of her femininity. Maybe it was the thought of the rhinoceros that made her think of the possibility of a second horn. She leapt up, looked back at the gap between the seat pads, and saw that there was indeed a second phallus between the two cushions. She was suddenly overcome with a sexual need that she couldn't fully explain.
The machine had been pumping the pheromones into the atmosphere in carefully measured doses and at precise moments so that the reaction of the little life form was not at all illogical from it's point of view. It had to adjust the structure of the control chair slightly but the life form it was used to was also bipedal so it wasn't a very great adjustment.
Almost before she realised it, Kismet was stripping out of the space suit and unzipping the jump suit all the way. She opened the two halves of the jump suit as she slid back into the chair. Her hands gripped the arms and she waited as the thrumming massage began again. She tried to relax but this time the tension stayed with her. Her hands lifted almost unthinkingly to her breasts and the arms of the throne moved with her cupping beneath her swelling female flesh and trapping her in the chair. At the same time she became aware of pressure at her anus and crotch as the metallic horns approached, the metal was smooth and to her surprise it was warm, vibrating slightly with mechanical life.
Kismet shifted to allow the Horns to dock efficiently into her body as they moved in. She held her breath as the tapered metal began to stretch the gateway to her flesh. The arms were now vibrating against her breasts and the horns continued to intrude into her. Distracted by what was happening to her, Kismet didn't notice the whining vibration that began to flow through the whole ship as the drives became engaged. Suddenly the Horns stopped moving and Kismet felt the muscles of here abdomen clench as the arms found her nipples and began a vibrating caress. At the same time the whining vibration rose to a near inaudible level as the ship started to accelerate through space.
Kismet raised her head against the headrest and Suddenly found her mind filled with visions of star fields as the ship moved through the void. She battled the vertigo as the stars whirled in her head; it felt as if she was naked in the vacuum of space. She shifted her bodyweight to allow the horns better access to her body and as they slid further into her heated core, the ship accelerated. She clenched her muscles and the ship accelerated further still. The stars were blurring past in her head. Realising a connection she shifted her body and the ship began to swing to one side. She shifted back and sure enough the ship began to swing in the opposite direction. It wasn't long before she had the hang of moving the ship by careful movements of her body but as the ship accelerated and the horns moved inside her she also became more aroused. The Ship accelerated still further and Kismet began humping involuntarily against the intruding horns. The horns began pumping into her, filling her, stretching her feminine flesh.
Kismet felt the onset of her orgasm and desperately tried to slow down, but all was in vein as the ship streaked across the emptiness, beyond the outer colonies and into deep space. The horns were pumping hard into her now, back and forward, fucking her with a ruthless, rhythmical, mechanical efficiency. As her arousal spiralled upwards the machine clasped her breasts with its arms, clamping her nipples and a pair of tiny nodules moved into position either side of her clit and began to vibrate strongly. Suddenly her orgasm exploded into her body, filling her consciousness with exploding galaxies and the ship burst into hyperspace, passing beyond the known universe and entirely out of human knowledge...