When the bioships were first grown, it was quickly discovered that they had souls, and needed those souls to function. This meant, according to ancient law and custom, that they could avail themselves of the sacred right of refusal, and had consent in all things.
But how do you pilot a sentient spacecraft that has hopes, dreams, and feelings?
By convincing it to be horny for humans, of course! A conclave was convened, the bioships' deep curiosity about the universe was piqued, and the age of the Bonded Pilot was born!
The bioships, of course, could mold their physical forms as they saw fit, and many became quite perverted...
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Bouru knew as soon as he saw the hulking colony ship that he was going to wind up inside it. It was as big as a Xylo field with a rough, rounded outer shell, twice as long as it was wide, being sprayed down with regen slime after what looked like a sharp angle atmospheric reentry. Bouru ordinarily would have been confused about seeing reentry damage on such a peaceful and stable planet, but the bioship was explaining itself pretty plainly.
"Ohhh fuck hurt me please it hurts so good ahhhhhh" the thought hung plainly in the air, a psychic broadcast of sorts, but the kind that only interested parties would be able to perceive. Bouru was aware of the ship's naughty thoughts because they shared basic compatibility. The more they had in common, the louder it would be, and the more sexual the contact would feel.
In this case, each and every word from the ship - which came through as a deep and masculine voice in Bouru's mind - was like a slick wet tendril around his cock. Whatever else this ship was into, Bouru was into it too - and by extension, a compatible pilot.
Bouru turned around to tell his instructor that he needed to go see the ship, but the ship had other ideas. As soon as the thought entered Bouru's mind to take action, the extremely aroused spacecraft took notice and bombarded Bouru's mind with smut.
Bouru had already suspected which kinks he shared with the ship, but was astonished at the depth of their shared perversion. The ship was completely cum obsessed and would easily fly light years off course for a chance to see a huge cock in action. The ship had also grown its own massive cock, which it hid beneath a pair of exoflaps in its aft ventral section. Every boarding orifice was like a slimy anus and the ship would "malfunction" to make people shove and stretch against the openings. The ship was also a huge pain slut and ever so terribly gay.
While he was being bombarded with this endless series of his own kinks being reflected back at him by the ship, Bouru stood, at the back of his class in spacers school, wearing the standard uniform of a sheer silken tunic that extended just past the bottom of his soft round ass, just barely far enough to cover up the pink silky thong he used to indicate his preferences to curious peers. An image flashed to mind of the last time he'd been "caught" in a locker room by a guy in his class, when he almost immediately got shoved up against the nearest window and plowed by a muscular guy's huge cock where half the campus could see.
The ship, watching Bouru's perverse mind turn to a slut puddle at the slightest provocation, got hard as a rock. An opening appeared on its underside and a twenty foot purple slimy horse cock emerged, hanging majestically in the ample gravity. As Bouru's mind recalled getting plowed into like a filthy slut in front of an audience, the ship came. Its massive cock twitched and pulsed and several hundred gallons of white slimy cum splashed all over the hangar beneath the ship.
The mental link didn't get severed, though, because the ship also liked being watched. So Bouru's ample manhood swelled up and out of the waistband of his thong, rubbing against the soft skin of his abs, as it throbbed and throbbed for release. As the ship's monster cock exploded, Bouru's enhanced libido exploded as well, his several years of cum production amplifiers showing their full effect. He came gallons, pointed straight up out of his panties and under his shirt.
Right in front of the whole class.
And he was modded to remove his refractory period.
So as soon as gallons of his cum splashed almost to his neck before drenching his entire tunic and sliding back down his body, he was rock hard and throbbing again from how dirty he felt.
And as soon as he realized half the guys in his class were hard from watching him, he came again.
By this point, he was drenched, cum was running down his legs and dripping from the front of his tunic. He could feel it dripping down across his ass and started to get hard again when his teacher laughed.
"Go to your ship, pilot." She said with an understanding grin. "And congratulations."
"Bouru..." a girl's voice said. He turned to see Xalia, one of his friends and another huge cumslut, glancing down at the puddle forming beneath him. Xalia had been a biochemistry major, but tested a few too many research chemicals on herself, and ended up with an artificially induced permanent cum addiction. Spacers' School, with its orgies and eventual sexual bonding with a ship, was her best bet after that.
"Oh of course! Please have fun. Gotta go though!" He turned away as Xalia fell to her hands and knees on the polished floor and began lapping up the wasted cum hungrily. Bouru was too much of a cock whore to spend much time with women, but he and Xalia had deep respect for each other's hunger and he was happy he could give her some kicks.
"Don't you dare clean up," the ship's voice boomed in his mind. "I need your dirty body inside me."
Bouru, scarcely able to contain himself, ran one hand under his tunic to rub his wet cum around on his chest while the other reached down to "adjust" his cock (repeatedly stroke its cum-soaked length) so that it would throb sticking up out of his thong. "But there's so many people on the way to your boardholes," Bouru said nervously. "I absolutely reek of cum. Everybody's gonna know..."
"I want..." the ship spoke but hesitated. "I want to observe you, psychically, while you do it. I want to feel everything you feel, and be a voyeur from inside your head."
Bouru felt a rivulet of precum slide down his ironhard cock at the ship's words. Mind-joining had risks, but there was no way he was saying no to a ship as perverted as he was. This would be the ride of his life.
"I'm gonna get grabbed and fucked by a stranger if I cross the spaceport like this. I hope you know that." His mind flashed to the ship's enormous cock, rapidly swelling up out of its sheath and dripping slime down from its tip. The ship wanted to watch him get fucked by a stranger from inside his own mind, and they hadn't even met yet.
Bouru squeezed his glans and brought some slime to his lips, licking his fingers clean. "I hope you're ready for the show."
The spaceport was fairly large, and the pilot school was one of its wings. The ship was parked across a courtyard, which meant a fairly long walk past lots of shops and terminals, across one of the main thoroughfares of the port. Not too long of a walk, but lots and lots of eyes to see a slutty cum boy cum all over his tummy from the attention.
Bouru figured this might be his last slut walk across this spaceport, so he started walking in an exaggerated, feminine way that made his hips sway, and stood up proud with his wet slimy pilot school tunic clinging to the prominent bulge of his panty-restrained cock.
"Oh please tell me that's not just all yours," a suave masculine voice said. Bouru turned and saw a one night stand of his from a few weeks back, a tall burly mechanic whose name he couldn't remember.
"Is what just all mine?" Bouru said coyly, bringing a cum-wet finger to his lips in mock thought. The mechanic - whose name he didn't really need, let's be real - responded by softly grasping one of Bouru's wrists in his much larger, calloused hand and scooping up a drop of cum with his rough finger. "Ohh!" Bouru giggled. "I must have gotten excited again."
The mechanic placed his hand against the side of Bouru's face, making Bouru gasp and throb in excitement. The mechanic pulled him in for a rough kiss, and as the kiss broke, he pulled Bouru's cum-soaked tunic up over his head with one hand. Bouru looked around nervously, now only wearing a soaked pink thong that didn't even cover his hard leaky cock, his lithe form and plump ass on full display to any onlooker.
"It looks like a little more than excited," the mechanic said, lifting the tunic over Bouru's face and ringing it out like a dish towel. Cum oozed out of it and dribbled copiously onto Bouru's face, making the slut boy gasp and shudder, rubbing the cum around his body with his hands. "It looks like you're a filthy cumslut who's just gonna stay hard and keep soaking yourself until you get that hole filled."
Bouru feels a rough calloused hand on his neck and lets it lift him up into a standing position. The mechanic isn't choking him, just forcefully guiding up for his face to be licked and kissed. The two are quickly and frantically making out with Bouru's cum leaking out over their faces whenever their lips part. After a few minutes, Bouru pushes the mechanic back, drops to his knees, and undoes the mechanic's uniform pants. They drop to his ankles as his throbbing, enormous manhood fills Bouru's senses.
A deep and distant moan from the ship's voice reminds Bouru that he's putting on a show, and Bouru begins to stroke and lick the mechanic's cock hungrily but delicately, making sure to be femme and teasing and performative about it at every opportunity. Part of this was for the ship's enjoyment, but mostly Bouru just wanted to frustrate the mechanic into fucking him as hard as possible.
The mechanic's fingers began playfully tugging at Bouru's hair, and Bouru knew he was close to the facefucking he wanted. "You teasing minx," the mechanic said. "Don't make me do this myself."
Bouru's cock throbbed achingly at the realization his moment was here. "But what do you mean? I'm just licking this yummy cocksicle." Bouru's voice was melodic, and teasing, feigning ignorance.
"Open your mouth you fucking whore," was the
mechanic's forceful reply. Bouru gasped and opened his mouth and throat in anticipation. The mechanic's grip on his hair turned tight and his musky, throbbing, enormous manhood was shoved into Bouru's mouth.
Bouru immediately snapped into trained cockslut mode. Jaw loose, lips tight. Teeth out of the way, tongue pleases the edges and underside. Cheeks pulled in for the added soft suction. Breaths snuck between eager thrusts of his partner. Bouru's own cock sliding all over his stomach as his torso moved from the thrusts. He would cum from this if it kept up, his perverted cock already so worked up from sucking dick that it would barely take anything else to set him off.
Just then, he became aware of the ship. His new ship, still joined to his mind, still watching everything. His ship's cock was throbbing, dripping as much cum as two of Bouru's loads with each throb, and it was just his pre.
Bouru couldn't take it. He was too much of a slut. That much cum, from a cock that huge? The mechanic thrust deep into Bouru's face, cutting off his air, and Bouru came explosively.
