Sparrows need Engineers: Yosha

Yosha rubbed her temple and let out an audible sigh, allowing her distaste for the current predicament to become abundantly apparent. "Look I get we're traveling together, but you're not a contributing crew member. You're just a hitch hiker, so please; and I mean this with all sincerity and kindness you're allotted...Shut the fuck up."

Craysar scoffed at the notion, "What? Nonsense, I assure you that the will of Galaxara brought us together. So, in turn we are fated to be comrades, and comrades help one another!"

"This is the stupidest argument any one has ever given me to try and steal my pudding." Yosha retorted drily.

"But because Galaxara brought us together, you want me to have your pudding." Craysar said back with glee.

Yosha stared at her blankly, wondering whether the little woman was mad, or just too stupid to see that she was speaking nonsense. She wondered how she would deal with the woman for another four months on the transport vessel. She had been contracted out by a company to deliver chemicals from a station she was passing through to another planet. If she had read the fine print of the contract though she might have turned it down, seeing as she was not allowed to use faster than light travel.

She rolled her eyes when her systems lockouts stopped her, informing her of the increasing speed of molecules could cause the contents to morph. Making molecules become erratic and shipping containers to become too pressurized. Then in fancy scientific terms mentioned her ship bursting into a large fireball.

Since Yosha enjoyed her internal organs remaining internal, she opted to just do the standard flight to the planet without FTL travel. But she had already picked up a side contract to add another bit of credits to her purse and had a mouthy hitch hiker riding along now.

She thought it was odd that a quaint older woman would contract her to provide passage for a young woman to the next planet. But upon hearing she was part of the Galaxara sect she realized the older woman was probably just passing off the chattering woman to her.

Galaxaras believed the galaxy itself would provide for them, as in food and shelter would all be provided by the galaxy. Which really translated to the people living in the galaxy would take care of them, which broke down even further to: Be a bum, others will pay for you.

Now here she was, stuck on a ship moving at a snails pace through the vacuum of space with a bum who was trying to persuade her with Galaxara. Using a roundabout way to try and convince her that she wanted to give Craysar her pudding. Probably like she convinced that old lady to buy her a ticket off that planet and send her to the next one. But then Yosha pondered if she paid for it just to get her out of her hair, what's 100 credits for quaint solitude?

Yosha thought of her friend Tuegrin who was on the planet she was traveling to. She had just joined the Cargo Crafts company and was an engineer on a sparrow. Yosha had thought her friend was dead set on getting an oak class engineer spot, but Tuegrin seemed happy in the smaller vessel. Yosha reminded her that the smaller class wouldn't boast her resume, but she seemed adamant that something good was coming out of it.

Yosha hadn't been able to pry too much out of her but did get a little bit of information, that Tuegrin had a human male wrapped around her finger. Yosha smirked, 'and by wrapped around your finger, do you mean biting the pillow at night with you behind him?' She remembered how Tuegrin had given a smug smile, retorting with 'Biting, drooling, screaming, he does all the best things a human boy does.'

The thought made Yoshas own cock swell with a bit of life, thinking of how nice it would be to have one of those human boys wrapped around her. Their flat chests and narrow waists, how they didn't have a pussy like she did for fucking. But instead wanted it so badly they were eager to get their ass fucked instead, she almost slipped into a devious daydream.

"-So really, your pudding is better off with me as a gift that I can remember when Galaxaras taken me to another."

Yosha snapped back to her senses, looking down and seeing her pudding was gone from in front of her and in Craysars grip. Her spoon diving in for another eager bite as she was halfway through the container, "Hey, you fuck!" She snapped as she reached over and tried to grab it.

Craysar leaned back and held it out of her reach, "Now now, it's already almost half done, why would you want to deprive me of a satisfying ending?"

"You realize you're an extremely rude woman?" Yosha said sternly.

"Yes well you're easily distracted and it's not my fault if you didn't suggest I stop Galaxara from bestowing your pudding upon me."

Yosha rolled her eyes, she had actually been in a good mood to, for the beginning of the trip. Seeing as how she was on her way to see her friend, but now she wondered if she would make it. Or if she would be thrown in jail for wringing this little womans neck and throwing her out into the devoid space outside the ship.

Craysar finished the pudding cup and tossed it to the garbage can, standing and picking up her plates.

"You can at least do the dishes." Yosha said with a raised eyebrow.

"But then my robes would get soiled, I wouldn't be able to have them cleaned easily on your shuttle. Judging by your- uh, garment? You don't have a working washing machine on the ship." Craysar said with a sympathetic look. She eyed the dark blue coveralls the large woman wore; the sleeves were rolled up and the top was open. Craysar actually had to force herself to look into the womans eyes, but even that was tough.

She had never met a woman who was close to seven feet tall, or had such a heavy chest to match her taller proportion. Yosha was a giant, and her arms were huge too, the woman was a brutish hourglass of scowling muscle that actually looked charming to Craysar. Her hair was almost jet black and shoulder length, messy and wild in sharp comparison to her stoic behavior. But one thing continued to baffle her, Craysar had never seen a human woman with teal eyes.

"Then go change into something else? Your charter on this ship does state you'll do whatever duties the captain instructs." Yosha stated, then pointing at herself. "And your captain says, wash the dishes."

Craysar pouted, "I really-"

"Just think of it as Glaxaras will, right?" Yosha said, cutting her off. "I'll lend you a shirt."

Craysar twisted her face into concerned disgust.

"It'll be clean." Yosha said, followed by a mental 'Clean-ish'.

Craysar followed her to the sleeping quarters, taking the oversized shirt from Yosha and then going to the bathroom to change. She wore a long purple robe with black hems at the end of the flowy gown and sleeves, she unbuttoned the front and dropped it to the floor. Stepping out of it and then picking it up to hang on the hook in the bathroom, she then pulled off the white gown underneath. Thin moisture wicking material that did a remarkable job at keeping the wearer cool in the thick robe. She huffed as she stood bare chested in the bathroom, pushing her tight butt hugging shorts to her ankles so she could sit down on the toilet.

She stood up and pulled her tight shorts up, watching as the chastity shell bounced slightly. Craysar paused for a moment, thinking about the simple contraption. Craysar had put it on shortly after starting their travels, a thin strap going around their waste then tapering down to it. Then on the bottom of it there were straps on each side that wrapped around their legs and back to the holder. Meaning they could move about freely, with the small shell being hidden away. Craysar huffed, looking in the mirror and thinking about how 'She' was actually 'He'.

It started out innocently enough, he had traveled and tried to live the Glaxar life to its fullest. But soon he found that most were not as helpful as he had hoped they would be, but then he had found another oddity. Some actually thought he was a girl, and they were usually more helpful, so when they may have said 'Ms. Do you need help?' He began to roll with it, no longer correcting them and instead abiding by the 'She/Her' titles. After doing this Craysar soon found that his belly was empty a lot less, and that people were a lot more accommodating to his request for help in Galaxara ways.

Sure, every now and then a dangerous lot would step into his path, but with some fancy talking and quick footwork. Craysar always found his way to safety and a gentle place to rest his head, then this previous lady had bought him a ticket and shoved him on a ship. He had been confused for a bit, but decided to go with it, all in Galaxaras will, correct? Then seeing the captain, a mountain of a woman that looked down on him. He was so much shorter, not even on the higher side of five feet in height. Her figure was incredible, wide hips and large breasts that bounced slightly when she yelled.

Her hair was longer than Craysars, his only being just below his ears and longer bangs in the front, he always pushed it to the side. Craysar had felt so small under her teal gaze, but one thing happened that he couldn't understand. In all of his years of traveling she did something to him that he had never worried about before. Burning under her gaze and fearful that she would see through his simple ruse, his brain refused to function as his cock pressed hard against the chastity shell.

He didn't wear it for anything sexual, just finding that it hid away the one feature that could allow others to know 'He' wasn't a 'She'. But in that moment it seemed like it wouldn't be able to hide him, his throbbing dick begging for release and attention. The way she lumbered over him like an animal laughing at the small morsel of prey that was going to be her meal.

He pushed the thoughts out of his head, pulling up and covering the cage with the shorts, then pulling her shirt over his head. He paused as it hung on his shoulders, the neck loose around him as he was so much smaller than hers. He blushed as he balled his fists around the hem of it, not wanting to focus on the garment but being unable to deny it as he thought.

'...It smells nice...'

*

After doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen Craysar went to put his robe back on, walking past a sitting room and glancing in. He saw Yosha sitting on a couch, the top of her coveralls off and around her waist.

Yosha looked over, seeing Craysar watching her, "You wanna watch t.v.?" Yosha asked.

Craysar nodded, "I'll change bac-"

"Don't worry about it, just come sit down." Yosha said as she waved for her passenger to enter.

Craysar entered, he looked around for a moment before acknowledging that Yosha was sitting on the only couch in the room.

"C'mon, just sit down already." Yosha said, patting the seat next to her on the small couch. She felt bad for being so mean to the Galaxara follower over dinner, after all it was just a simple pudding cup. "Anything you want to watch?"

"I don't even have the faintest clue what kind of television is out there, I rarely get the chance to sit and relax in front of it."

Yosha nodded, "Well now you got the chance, relax and enjoy!"

Craysar heard the words but thought it a sick joke, 'Relax? Relax how?' he thought to himself. He could smell her, the scent of perspiration and hard work on her skin as she had gone about her ships duties. She was a one-woman crew, a single soldier army to keep the void of space from seeping into the shuttle. Her powerful dominating presence weighed on Craysar, and in times like this he couldn't help but babble and fidget.

"What's this show about?" he asked.

"I don't know, I just found it." Yosha answered.

Nodding, "Who's she?" he said while pointing at one of the women.

"I don't know, I just found it." She replied again.

"Why's he so angry?"

Yosha immediately regretted the invitation she extended, "Craysar, I just got here too, I know the same amount you do."

Craysar shrunk in his seat, nodding in understanding.

The night rolled on and Craysar decided it was time to go to bed, getting up and going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Then crawling in the bunk across from Yosha, he thought about climbing to the top bunk. But he was fearful he may roll out of it in the middle of the night, so instead he decided to just use the bottom one. Even if it meant that he and Yosha may look into each other's eyes every now and then. As he settled in, he reached for his journal, writing down the day's events so he could have a testament to his time following Galaxaras' will.

Cracking it open he began to write:

'First day of the trip and I believe the captain is not a fan of my thoughts on Galaxara, her vapid expression proved that. But that being said, the time with her does not seem to be of ill company. She is quite the travel companion, and her brutish demeanor can be seen as endearing... to some. I hope the next few months go by without a problem.'

*

Everyday that Yosha spent with Craysar was another day she was sure she'd go mad, the little chatterbox could not sit still. Following Yosha everywhere around the ship like Craysar was glued to Yoshas rear, she even found the curious zealot waiting outside of the bathroom.

"So what happens to the waste?" Craysar asked.

"What?" Yosha asked, too stunned to think of the question as she was shocked Craysar was standing outside waiting for her.

"The excrement, is it shot into space or what?" he asked sincerely.

"It's held in a tank and compacts it, the water that can be removed is pulled through several different types of filtration systems." Yosha moved to the sink to wash her hands, "Filters that include evaporation, uv lighting, very tight micron filters, everything is pulled out of it, so you're only left with pure untainted water."

"Poop water." Craysar said in disgust.

"Oh what, never had a bit of fecal in your food?" Yosha asked with sarcasm.

"Disgusting," Craysar retorted, "I would rather not believe that our- poop!- is in the drinking water."

Yosha rolled her eyes, "If you're worried about it, use the colonic cleaners, they sanitize and break down any of the bad bits to render them mute. There's a box of them right there." Her sarcasm being muted by her annoyance over the novice worries, these systems had been the standard for decades. Craysar was being entirely unreasonable, Yosha figured this a kind way to inform the passenger to go fuck themselves and get over it.

Craysar stitched his eyebrows and looked at the box she pointed at, seeing several tan wands wrapped in plastic. Each one was long and thin with a bulb on the end, several holes were visible around the bulb, along with the other end being threaded. "Oh, so those sterilize and clean the waste?"

"Sure." Yosha said as she walked down the hall passed Craysar, not wanting to be pestered by the pointless conversation. She thought about the box and how she had picked up a bulk pack of the cleaners when she found them on sale at a station. They were made from a synthetic jelly that when cast with heat would dehydrate and become hard. But when water was applied to them they would become slick and slowly turn back into the jelly like consistency. Meaning when attached to the proper water hose, one could ensure they were cleaned and ready for a partner's entry.

Yosha had purchased them with hope that she would find a mate to share them with, but that had been well over a year prior. She had used a few on herself, finding that when the wand was worked into the anus and used long enough a generous amount of jelly-like lubricant was made. A tingling feeling would form and it was actually quite enjoyable, but she was bored with it after a while and soon moved on.

That night before Craysar went to bed he wrote in his journal about the days events:

'We're well into our travels, several weeks have passed and I do believe the captain is growing tired of my questions. But what else am I to do? There is no entertainment on the ship and I find myself scratching at the walls due to boredom. Will this flight end before my life does? I did wish for a problem-free trip, but now I may regret that wish.'

*

Yosha pressed her forehead into the cool beam over the hydronic cooling tanks for the engine. Wondering if she should reconsider ever taking on another contract for a traveler to tag along on her ship.

"But why have two tanks if only one is used?" Craysar asked.

"Like I said, the ship is built with redundancies. If a problem arises and this tank fails, there's a whole other tank to use so the engines still receive coolant and stay operational. We could be lost and thrown into the void of space without these safeties." Yosha answered.

"But they would find us right, we have safety beacons, like 'SOS' signals and the like, correct? Yosha? Yosha?"

Yosha temporarily entertained the idea that rather than resting herself against the beam, she should move to bash her head into it instead. "Craysar, please. We are fine out here, I promise you nothing will go wrong, it's just a very long trip. We have only just passed the one-month mark, and we have just under three more to go."

"It's quite boring though, is there nothing to entertain yourself with on this ship?"

"I can think of one thing I'd rather be doing." Yosha said under her breath, imagining her long futa cock pumping her knuckle pussy while she jerked the days away in quiet solitude. But with this pestering being here, she never had a minute to herself, every time she thought she was alone, Craysar was there! Waiting and prying and asking questions, Yosha understood they were bored, but fuck she was about to lose her mind from it. She never had a chance to sit and think in peace, the Galaxara follower even talked with mouth fulls of food at meals.

"What would you rather be doing?" Craysar asked.

Yosha grit her teeth, taking a deep breath and looking at Craysar. "Why don't you go do something on your own for a bit?"

"But there's nothing to do, Yosha, that's the issue." Craysar retorted.

Yosha had to look away and squeeze her eyes shut, trying like hell to keep her composure. 'This is why that old bat put this fucker on my damn ship.' She thought to herself. "WHY N-" Yosha stopped herself as she realized she was raising her voice, clearing her throat and starting again. "Why not go take a shower, just...stand under the water. It helps me clear my mind, and deal with all of this."

"I don't think that'll work."

"JUST TRY IT!" Yosha boomed back.

Craysar leaned away from her yell, "Alright, no need to get yourself in a tizzy. I'll try it, but I have little faith it'll do anything to cut through this dreary atmosphere."

Yosha was fuming as she stormed to the cargo hold of the ship, trying to keep from losing her cool and blowing up on the passenger.

Craysar made his way to the bathroom, taking off his robes and undergarments he turned on the shower. Letting the water get hot and then getting in, he let the steady pelting water rain down over him and get into every nook and cranny. Looking down at the hard shell over his nether regions he clicked the buttons on the side to open it up and take the unit off. Water running along himself and feeling more pleasant than he initially thought it would.

He looked at the shower nozzle, then down to the knobs that controlled the water. Seeing four in front of him he found a separate hose on its own, small in diameter but long. He soon realized with little info pictures on the knobs assisting him, that some of them controlled water flow to the small hose. Thinking about it for a while he remembered the colonic cleaners Yosha had mentioned, looking outside of the shower curtain he eyed the box of them. Finally deciding to reach in and pick one out, he fiddled with the plastic and soon had the wand out.