Ching! The chime signaling the upcoming jump into hyperspace sounded. "Three minutes to hyperspace insertion," a soft female voice sounded.
"Thank you Marcy," the merc said.
"You're welcome Captain Black. Will there be anything else?" The voice belonged to the onboard AI that basically ran the ship. "Some coffee, some refreshment, maybe me?"
Black laughed. "Come on now Marcy. You know we have company onboard. Maybe you can holo in later. Speaking of our company, what are they up to right now?"
"They are in the galley, Captain."
"Fine. How about setting up a meal in about fifteen minutes? Something light. Okay?"
"No problem Captain. But what about my needs?" It was amazing, but Black could actually hear the need in the AI's artificial voice.
Advances in space travel necessitated the increasing intelligence in computers, but somewhere along the line, the shipboard computers took on a life of their own. They developed personalities and formed intense bonds with their crews. There was one special need the ships had; they picked who would be their Captain. The Gryphonite high command would present their choices and the ship would choose whom they wanted. The Captain was responsible for the "mental" well being of the ship. The two became a completed pair. Ships had been known to disappear when their Captains were killed in the line of duty. Gryphon ships and their Captain's were feared across the universe. They were dangerous to their enemies and revered by those they helped.
The only problem with the AI's was that, just like humans, they needed company and sometimes, a consoling touch. The AI's themselves solved this problem by inventing the holo generator. The generators produced a life-sized solid figure. The figure was an embodiment of the AI itself. It was able to artificially reproduce the same feelings that were present in a human body. Through actual contact with their Captain's, they maintain an even-keel, "mentally". Sometimes this made for some interesting situations. The longer an AI and their Captains spent together, the closer they became.
Black smiled and leaned back into his command chair. "Well, Marcy. Maybe you should just make the meal for, say... thirty minutes from now?"
"Are you saying what I think you are you?" the relief was evident in the AI's voice.
"Yeah Marcy, I guess I am. It's been awhile since we've "touched" one another, hasn't it?"
Marcy's voice was actually purring. "Too long. I need you. I need you now!" With that, the air in front of Black started to shimmer and pulsate with swirling lights. A shape, definitely female, started to form before his eyes. The lights started to fade, and there Marcy stood.
She was beautiful, even if she could reconstruct herself into any form she wanted. The one before Black was what Marcy called her "base" form. It was the one she was most comfortable with, and the one that Black thought of when his mind turned towards her.
Her raven hair was long and hung down past her ass. Skin the color of light copper graced her body. Large breasts capped with puffy dark nipples shown through the gauze-like dress she wore. Her pubic hair was cut close and formed a small inverted triangle between her thighs. Eyes the color of night looked out from a slightly oriental face. Lips full and a deep red begged to be kissed.
Yes, she was definitely beautiful and she definitely wanted Captain Black! He could see the wetness from her juices dampening the crotch of the dress as she moved towards him. Her breasts swayed as she stopped and bent down to kneel in front of him. He smiled at her and lightly touched her face.
"Shhhh..." she whispered. He smiled again.
Strong, long-fingered hands reached out and started to undress him. The pieces of his body armor started to pile up on the floor beside them. Soon, he was clad only in his skin suit. His long rock-hard cock was clearly visible through the thin tough material. Marcy ran her fingers down its length, causing Black to drawn in a hiss of air.
Black stood and started unbuckling the suit's fasteners. The suit fell from his body and pooled on at his feet. His large, thick prick bounced gently as he stepped away from the suit. By doing this, Black had moved closer to Marcy, his cock brushing her lips. She needed no other urging.
Marcy opened her mouth and sucked the head of his dick in. Her tongue swirled against the underside of his cock head, causing him to stagger backwards, pulling his dick from her mouth with a large popping sound.
She smiled up at him, "Sit down before you fall down!" He did, leaving his legs spread wide. Marcy stood up between them, her thighs touching his.
The dress slowly started to fade from view, revealing her firm, lush body. God, he thought as his cock jumped with desire, I love this part of the job!
Moving back a little, Marcy lifted her left leg to place it on the outside if his. As she lifted her leg, her cunt, slick with her juices, was visible in all its glory. Her lips were slightly extended and her clit peeked out from its folds. Marcy then lifted her right leg, giving him the same show. His heart was racing as she smiled down at him.
