Note: all characters in this story are consenting adults. I use potentially triggering language including "pussy," "cunt," and "clitoris" to describe anatomy.
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BREAK YOUR VOW TONIGHT
Please don't waste my time if you're just a bit horny. Be polite, be direct, and be sure to show me what you're working with. Respond to this maindrop with images to the following private channel and if you're lucky we'll have a night to remember:
Ovid read the maindrop post on Jay's proffered pager, blushing furiously, and then read it again. "Man," he said to Jay. "This is insane. Is someone hiding in the hull or some shit? Who'd risk losing their position on the Tananarive?" He looked around and saw a couple of other Tenders chatting by the kettle, but otherwise the room was all pilgrims who wouldn't have access to the maindrop.
Jay laughed at him, taking back the pager. "This was Harvey, 110%," he dismissed, referring to the ships' witty assistant navigator. "Nobody else with access to the comms is enough of a jackass to drop this on a non-secular trip to Mars."
Jay put his hood up against the ships' coldness and popped a final stuffed date in his mouth. He suddenly raised his eyebrows at Ovid. "You should send him photos of that monster eggplant in the fridge. That thing's large and in charge."
Ovid smiled appropriately, then got a notification from his own pager. The new temp controls in the Cap's quarters had crapped out again; he had to be there the next morning. He quickly excused himself.
Later that night, Ovid lay on his stomach in bed, staring at the anonymous drop again. On Base, it wasn't like he ever had a very high sex drive. But this post... There were two photos attached to the post. They were close-ups of a pussy with thin outer lips, and an enormous, juicy clitoris poking from a thick cloud of hair. His usual nerves stopped him from replying, but his cock hardened as it bumped into the smooth fabric of his sleep sack as he lay fixed to the wall.
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It was cold and dank in there, no circulation but for the little manual fan on the floor someone had brought in. Someone breathing loudly came in and activated magnetic kneepads by the right wall panel. I put away my pager; they audibly whipped around at the sound of it joining the board. A voice. "Oh! hey, Cap, didn't know if you'd be in so I just started work... it's you, right, Cap?"
"Hi there... Ovid, right?" I continued, unbuckling from my chair. "I'm glad you let yourself in. And you found the thermostat too, good. It is cold in here." I stepped out from behind the panel. The mechanic's hair was longer than I remembered. He turned to look at me. "It's been a while! How is your position treating you?"
Ovid started when he saw me. I do look different from the rest of the crew; where they get long and lean in the lack of gravity, my body is stocky. His shadowed eyes traced downwards taking in my chest and stomach through the tight standard quarter-zip. He caught himself, looked up and made eye contact. The lighting in here is awful, I had to ask him to see to that when he finished the repair on the temp controls...
"I enjoy the work, and meeting so many different people is good for me right now, as I figure out my path and where to go from here. But as a waterman I'd appreciate more intensive spiritual education before beginning. The video was helpful, but it's still a culture shock to be serving so many pilgrims to Mars—I worry that I do not pay the proper respect." It was half the truth. Ovid missed his older sister and her friends, too. Barge work could be lonely.
"Mmm! Thank you, that's well taken, although I've seen you serve well. I have a martian friend who could probably agree to give extra programming to new crewmen, I can give you his address. In the meantime, have you spoken with our packman?"
"Who, Thomas? A few times. It was awkward, though, we don't have much chemistry..." The mechanic turned back to his temp controls. I checked my watch.
"It's worth another shot, but you're doing just fine." I shivered without the warm chair at my back. "Will you be bothered if I do some exercises?" The mechanic shook his head.
I put on some music and then went to the door. I began my usual circuit on the cable machine. Time passed. Finally, I hooked my foot under the resistance band and slowly completed several pull-ups, working up little bubbles of sweat. I noticed that the sounds of Ovid's work had stopped. I turned and he was fixed on me, not bothering to look away.
"What's wrong? Like what you see?" Now he looked at the floor and quickly explained that I had great form. I smiled.
"Pull-ups are kinda hot, too, you know?"
Ovid let out short shocked laughter. "Uh- I guess so..." He wasn't bad looking. Thick eyebrows and lips, lanky, rubbing broad hands with some cleaning solution. I caught his eyes again. He tilted his head curiously.
"I think so. I once knew someone who came from crunches." More of that laugher. Hard to tell in his lighting, but Ovid seemed to glance at my crotch.
He spoke up. "That'd be pretty handy on a dry ship like this one. Some nights I wish I had a trick like that." He snorted. "Is that why you're doing pull-ups?"
I raised my eyebrows at him "I'm just trying to stay warm, mechanic. Sounds like you're not too invested in your vow, though. Is that why you're ogling me?"
His head drooped and he picked up the fan from the door, turning it off. "I'm finished with the temp controls. It'll take a little while to get started but you should have heat now. Is there anything else?"
"Ovid."
"Yes?"
"What's your schedule today? You'll see a lot more if you come to my bunk." I rubbed the pools of sweat off onto a towel. The room was silent but for the distant hum of the engine. His face lifted and separated into an expression of concentration. I gave him a moment and went back around my screen to get my bottle. I drank. I heard his voice again.
"Come back, cap, I want to see you."
I returned, pouring out a bubble of water between us. "Would you like some?"
