Sparrows need Engineers: Yosha

With a quick hand he snaked it around himself and grabbed her palm, it felt so large compared to his. He gently pulled and furrowed his brow, trying to convince himself that it was time for her to stop. "Yosha." He whimpered.

Yosha felt his touch and listened to his call for her, she worried for a moment if she would be able to stop herself. But she felt the beast inside her back away as it seemed satisfied, looking deep into his eyes and noting without a doubt. That even though she didn't pump him full of her futa seed, a seed had been planted in his mind, and he would come back. Back to the beast in begging want for her to nurture it and allow it to grow, a seed of desire.

*

'I feel I've made a terrible mistake.' Craysar wrote in his journal that night, 'I feel I may be ending my travel down the path of the Galaxara way, and stopping permanently in this ship. It frightens me; albeit presumptuous, I believe she wants me in a way I could have never imagined.'

*

The next days passed with more tension in the air, Yosha had been so cavalier before when she had a perceived female traveler on board. But now that the truth was out and he was male, she had felt her entire being stiffen around him. The sauntering of hips before that seemed so feminine now struck her as erotic and full of desire. His pouting lips and bashful eyes, the way he would sometimes turn his eyes up to her rather than turning his chin upwards. It was dangerously enticing, her hunger for touch growing day by day.

Human males could be found throughout the galaxy in their own groups, but to find one so alone was rare in her field. She couldn't help but feel drool pooling in her mouth when she watched him bend over, the robe of Galaxara seeming like a slutty ensemble now. She had tried to give him space, but he had started coming back around to her, his speech seemed less annoying now. Yosha wondered if it was the effects of lust making him seem more bearable, or if he was just in fact less annoying.

"I know, you don't know who any of these characters are." Craysar said as he sat down on the couch next to her. He had noted that she seemed to give him more space, but she also seemed eager when he came near.

There was a long pause while the t.v. droned in the room, each one trying to listen to it but unable to retain any information. After a long while Craysar found he was feeling the need to speak again, finally breaking the silence.

"Thank you for, um, helping me. The other day." He said as he wondered if he ever formally thanked her.

Yosha nodded, trying to play it cool, "No- problem at all, um...that was something that I'm sure I would have been freaked out by too."

Craysar couldn't look her in the eye, when he found out the wands dissolved naturally and he was never in any danger he was mortified. He looked back on the experience as one of his most humiliating blunders, but it didn't mean he stopped using them.

"So, do you always wear-" Yosha pointed at his groin, referencing the simple shell that was around his manhood.

"It's not- weird!" he blurted out.

"No, hey no I'm not attacking you." She said as she leaned away.

Craysar pursed his lips, "It's just...people are more likely to help me if they think- I'm, a girl." He felt his cheeks blushing as he tried to answer the question fully. "I can take it off at any time, it just started as a way to ensure I didn't get found out."

Yosha thought about his answer, "So you just let people think you were a girl for convenience?"

"Correct, and in my experience, I was more likely to receive help."

Yosha was surprised by the answer, "Are you still wearing it now?" she asked absentmindedly as she looked at Craysar sitting in his robe. Then seeing his embarrassed face look at her she received her answer, feeling slightly bad that she may have asked in a condescending tone. "Hey, I'm not making fun of you-"

"I feel like you're chastising me!" he snapped back.

Yosha tried to diffuse the situation, "Craysar, you can wear it if you want. But since I already know, do you want to take it off? The robe too?"

Craysar thought about her offer, feeling embarrassed but not hating the idea of taking off the stuffy robe.

"I can loan you one of my shirts again?" Yosha watched as he gingerly nodded his head. Then standing she led him to the bunk room, pulling out one of her shirts that had less stains from shuttle grease and handing it to him. She picked up a pair of shorts on her way out of the room and let him have his privacy.

Craysar exhaled and decided that he would follow through with the offer, taking off the robe and hanging it on the top bunk. He pulled off the under gown and stood in the simple thin shorts for a moment. Pushing them down and undoing the harness that held the chastity shell in place, he enjoyed the freedom he was now provided. Pulling up his shorts that just barely covered his rear and then putting the shirt on. It was so large on him, he took the collar and sniffed it, thinking it didn't smell as good as the first one. Leaving the bunk room he went back to the t.v. room and entered, pausing for a moment as he tried not to stare.

Yosha sat on the couch, her coveralls off and lying on the floor with a pair of loose shorts pulled up around her. A black tank top covering herself as she leaned back into the seat, she noticed Craysar looking for a moment before turning his eyes to the t.v. "I felt like getting outta my coveralls, now we're both more comfortable."

Craysar smiled shyly, sitting down on the couch and trying to focus on the show that was playing. He felt comfortable in the looser garments and was unaccustomed to being so free.

Yosha watched the show, letting time pass by as she sunk further into the couch and relaxed from a long day of searching for work around the shuttle. The boredom was the main factor that made people avoid jobs like this, and she was surprised they were handling it so well. After a while she glanced at Craysar, wanting to ask if he wanted something from the kitchen but stopping her sentence before it had a chance to form.

Craysar wasn't accustomed to being so free and unguarded, relaxing in the seat and leaning more and more towards Yosha. He hadn't realized that while he unwound, another part of him had swelled in its newly allotted freedom.

Yosha could see the head of his hard prick, pulling at the thin shorts that covered him as he sat unguarded next to her. She wondered if he did it on purpose, thinking instead that he probably didn't realize he was putting on a show for her. His length wasn't small, but it wasn't as large as hers, it had a slight bend in it. She figured it must be from spending so much time tucked away, the thought excited her. Feeling her own shaft beginning to make an appearance she wondered if she should allow it, then feeling a devious smirk cross her face as she let it happen.

Craysar wasn't sure when the mood changed but the air felt different, glancing over he was stunned to see the state of Yosha. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, seeing a bulge rising along her right leg. He sat up straight and leaned away, blinking repeatedly as he tried not to make it obvious. He tried to quickly glance at Yoshas face, to see if she was watching the t.v. and hadn't noticed something in her shorts. But when he saw her hooded Teal eyes watching him he felt his stomach sink.

Craysar had spent most of his life in the Galaxara sect, but that did not mean he was sheltered from the worlds he traveled through. Most times were joyous, sometimes were terrifying, but through every scenario he could usually get his body to react how it should. This was not one of those instances, he was positive that this was a once in a lifetime moment that found him in the cold emptiness of space.

Her eyes watched him as if he was a mouse, no sentiment of grace or comfort came from them as they appeared to pierce right through him. She presented herself as a lioness, hungry for the meal that was in front of her. Craysar felt his stomach drop and his butt clench tight, swallowing as he felt a carnal urge to flee run through him. He watched as her nostrils flared momentarily, her heavy chest rising as the air around him was pulled in, his scent consumed by her. "Yosha-" he whined quietly, pushing himself to move away from her as alarm bells rang off inside his head.

Yosha watched as the Galaxara follower that had walked into her den realized his dangerous predicament. The look in his eye stirred her so much more than she could have ever imagined, seeing that fear filled look in those hazel eyes. Silently begging with confusion as he shivered under her burning gaze, this was so much stronger than any dream she could make herself. His eyes weren't wide, but his face was worried, she blinked softly and flicked her eyes to his crotch before lining them back to his.

Craysar watched as her eyelashes fluttered in the still air of the room, seeing her gesture he peeled his eyes away. To glance down at himself in worry, holding his breath as soon as the site bashed against his mind and left him spinning in confusion.

His hard cock tented the shorts, seeping want and dotting the end in a lewd presentation of just how much his body wanted touch. He looked back at her and couldn't help but glance at the state of her own, seeing it was rigid and pulling the fabric of her covering. Its presence dominated the room as she stoically waited for the pin to drop and an inkling of understanding to bubble to the surface.

"You're not-" the word caught in his throat as she seemed to present satisfaction over the cut off statement.

Her eyes narrowed slightly more, "Human?" she said in a husky voice.

Craysars breath wavered as it left his lungs, hanging on the simple word and trying to understand. "Wh-at?"

The smallest crest of a smile formed, her head tilting slightly as the answer snaked its way from her dominating tongue. "Futanari."

The sentiment hit him hard, like the executioners' ax striking the block his head rested on. He had thought she was a woman, a human woman! Now the new information was surprising, but he didn't realize it would strike him with so much fear. Looking into her eyes he began to grasp why this was taking a hold of him in this way, it wasn't her species though, it was her. It was Yosha herself, her body radiated seething energy of lust, wanting physical touch? No, no that was too simple, she wanted to dominate, to pounce on her prey and see that dim light of hope being snuffed out.

Craysar gulped, Yosha wasn't just the captain of the ship, she was the predator of the vessel. Leaving his position obvious, and with this revelation another one followed suit. One that his painfully hard cock teased him of, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, not even in his own thoughts.

Yosha watched his body shudder, the beast inside her smiling as it demanded to smell its prey as it cowered in fear. He had still been using the cleaning wands, she could see the number was dwindling day by day. He was probably still primed for a thorough and deep rutting, the thought electrified her chest, her erect nipples began to press her tank top.

The thought crossed her mind, reaching out a hand she delicately ran it along his cheek and around his ear. Seeing him watch her in silent understanding, mental images flashed of him underneath her. That cute hair of his slick with sweat and pushed to disarray, gritting teeth with drool on his chin. Those hazel eyes, those gorgeous innocent eyes, rolled up and looking at her with a pleading question. Asking if this was his life now, how many times would she use him, how many times could she cum inside of him.

Her cock throbbed at the prospect; a gasping bitch coiled around her shaft as she worked him into the perfect fuck sleeve. Copious amounts of futa cum pumped into his clenching rear as his throbbing cock dribbled its white appreciation onto the shuttle floor. The mental image of his bouncing nuts being bullied by her frothing futa balls that could be easily three times larger.

Yosha pulled her hand away and broke her eye contact, fearful that she may do something she could never return from. Fantasies were one thing, happy little mental dances that could show one how ruthless they could actually be. But this was real, Craysar was real, she could hurt him in the real world. She leaned to the other side of the couch, taking a deep breath and looking at the floor as she tried to push the thoughts from her mind. "Sorry, Craysar."

Craysar felt his chest unclenched and took a shallow breath, thinking of the way she touched his cheek. The hair on his neck was still raised, goosebumps dotting his arms as he tried to collect himself. Hearing her apology didn't steady his heart like he would've hoped it should, but instead it twisted him up inside. Pursing his lips as something felt missed, something he had never even dreamed of wanting before, being held away from him. "Futanari." He said quietly.

Yosha nodded, "I'm not human, Craysar. I'm sorry if that upsets you."

Craysars eyes widened, "No! No, don't be sorry- I- Uh, I lied to you before, allowing you to be under the impression that I was a woman."

There was a long pause, neither one knowing what to say as the t.v. noise came back to their senses. Finally breaking the silence, Yosha looked at the t.v. and said, "I do like you more as a male."

Craysar tipped his chin down, letting a question fall out from his lips, "Do you like males, human males?"

Yosha smirked, "Yes." Loving the innocent demeanor he was taunting her with.

Craysar looked at her hands, watching her right one push her shaft down between her legs and hold it there. He didn't need to vocalize his other question as the answer of how much she liked human males was apparent.

Later that night Craysar sat in his bunk and opened his journal:

'I believe my fears of the captain and my future stance on the Glaxar way may become true after all. But I also fear the excitement my body shows in following through with the prospect.'

*

The next days were maddening for the two-person crew of the small transport shuttle, one male not sure of what to do with himself. One futanari not sure how she was keeping her sanity as he pranced around with her in the ship. Their nightly routine of sitting in front of the t.v. did little to actually calm them down now. Each trying to hide their erection and not knowing how to change the atmosphere in the shuttle.

Yosha found the little vacations she would receive from Craysar were now maddening instead. Standing in the cargo hold with her coveralls at her ankles while listening to the water draining in the pipes as he showered above her. Groping herself with selfish desire and unbridled speed, finding that no matter how much she squeezed or how fast she moved. Her lust was never sated, her hips bashing her fist like a beast as the sticky cream blasted across the floor and wall.

Imagining Craysar just above her, eyes rolling back as he worked the colonic cleaner and bit his lip. Was he moaning while doing it, was he ignoring his begging cock while he worked his ass like an animal in heat? Dipping deeper and deeper, filling fuller until his cup was overflowing, wishing it was thick seed bathing his prostate. Filing his guts as a large futa cock rearranged him from the inside to accommodate her. The thoughts plagued her, resembling sweet dreams but torturing her like taunting nightmares. Each release only pushed her further down the rabbit hole, balls emptying and immediately full once more. Unable to be satisfied unless the root was buried properly, unless the man above her whimpered her name in surrender.

Up above the cargo hold in the shower the Galaxara sect male wasn't in any better shape. Brow tented in shame as he couldn't help himself, the wand couldn't sate him anymore. Fingers did little to dull the desire, he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge that there was only one tool on the ship that could. One key that could turn the lock, but once that door was open what would that mean for his future? One side of his brain begging to think of the repercussions of his actions, the other dreaming of the percussing rhythm of her hips.

He had never dreamed of being touched in such a way, but seeing the silhouette of her shaft had changed him. Rarely sparing a moment to think of his own self as it was locked away and he focused on the next meal or the next bed to sleep in. But being stagnant in the shuttle with such a devious thing, it pulled him like gravity. Was this a futanari power, a threat that he should have been aware of, it seemed otherworldly at this point. Never once letting it cross his mind, but now dreaming of that full feeling that seemed so warm and embracing.

He turned off the shower and felt the cold air of the bathroom kiss his skin, standing quietly as he looked down at himself. Feeling his ass stretched and different from the state it was when he walked on to this shuttle. His cock stiffly pointing up with the slight bend from being locked away, he accepted his fate, he was wholly ruined before taking the first step.

*

Yosha sat on the couch, trying to focus on the droning voices of the actors on the television. She had eaten her dinner in solitude, confused on where Craysar may have been but accepting that he might not want to be around her. 'Of course he wouldn't want to be near me.' She thought to herself, understanding that she must be a fearful sight. She hoped the last few weeks of the trip wouldn't be too difficult to get through.

Craysar entered the room, stopping at the threshold of the doorway and trembling slightly. She was so big in his eyes, her character alone was enough to dwarf him. But the fact that she quite literally had to turn her head down to look at him most of the time added an indescribable torment to his psyche. He thought he was acting foolish as he grasped that he was really standing there, considering backing out for a moment. But it ached, he needed something and knew she could do it, she had done it once before.

In his time of fearful need, remembering how large her hands were, but unmistakably feminine and endearing. She had curled her fingers and struck something inside of him, something that he was now addicted to. Plaguing his dreams and causing him to toss back and forth in the night, he was a man and this world was so new and terrifying. He had spent his days first entering manhood by humping balled up blankets in his younger bed. Gasping in the night as he tried not to make too much noise and understand what the feelings inside him were.

Now his world was turned upside down, spreading his legs and arching his back in the night. Grinding his ring against the bed and trying not to make too much noise to alert his traveling partner. Did she know though, did she hear his wanting breaths in the dark room, did she know what she had done to him? Did she even grasp the state she had him in, silently mewling in the night as he felt so deprived. His prick hard as stone as he squeezed his eyes shut and dreamed of that bastard shaft breaking him. Her scent lingering in the air like deadly fumes that spelled his demise.

It was supposed to be four months in a shuttle, four months of solitude with a touch of comradery and gentle banter. Now it was turning into a trip through a crucible of changing, his knees shaking as he felt the other side was near. Just in sight, sitting quietly as if she knew this is where he would end up, this is where all men would soon arrive and grovel. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, looking at her and saying the only foolish thing his hungry mind could think of. "I- think I need your help again..."

Yosha heard the whimper of a mouse come across like a soft melody, caressing her ear and gently grasping her attention. She looked to the one who dared to disturb her, to break her concentration, trying to hold her beast in its cage. Spying the delicious morsel of frightened human male that had the audacity to put on a display of erotic innocence in front of her. Standing in the doorway with his legs crossed, bashfully pulling the hem of her own oversized shirt down and trying to cover himself. One of those delicious nipples teasing her with an appearance from the stretched collar of the covering.