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This story was written for Day #1 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Voyeurism, and the story was written for ViperXV! It contains M/F sex and Herm focused masturbation involving consenting adults. :3

The Ship's Eyes

Virana felt her breath catch in her throat as the pilot chair began to configure itself for her presence. While for other members of the crew capable of piloting the Vesper the seat remained in a primarily upright position, granting them ready access with their hands and feet to the controls, she required none of those less efficient methods. The chair tilted back with a whirr of hydraulics, several view-screens swinging into position up above and flickering into life with displays of data as well as visual images of both the exterior and interior of different parts of the Vesper itself. At the same time the gryphon felt a momentary surge, not like an electric current being passed through her but literally that exact sensation as several cables rose up through the back of the chair and hooked into the ports which ran up and down her back, where her proud and beautiful wings would once have adjoined to her body.

"Okay, baby..."

The gryphon murmured softly, stroking the chair-arm beneath her before the fingers of both hands tightened around them, her eyes widening for a moment and a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The screens flickered, and the data streams upon many of them began to run faster and faster through the information available.

"...let's see how you're doing this morning, hmm?"

Even though Virana had possessed this interface for years, even though she had connected herself up to the Vesper to fly it on hundreds of missions and thousands of occasions overall, this sensation never grew old. The feeling of extending herself beyond her body. Of feeling her consciousness spreading out through the ship as it slipped into her mind in turn, allowing her to not only analyse its systems and interact with its computer, but to fly it just as she would fly her own cybernetic-winged flight-pack. If the sensation of flying through open skies and darting between clouds was a head rush though, flying through the empty vacuum of space was like hard drugs.

The gryphon's eyes were heavy, half-lidded in a mixture of calm concentration and what almost looked to be a near erotic type of satisfaction as she began to put the Vesper through its paces. She kicked the ship into high gear and set out for a nearby asteroid field, attuning the sensor net manually and striving for greater resolution and mapping of each and every lump of debris. Seeing through the ship's sensors, able to calculate, to know precise distances, vectors, times to intercept and a thousand other relevant points of data, a giddy giggle escaped through her beak as she dived amidst the asteroids, swinging the ship round in a tight arc then hitting reverse thrust and banking sharply to avoid a series of closely packed space rocks. Her chest heaved, back arching slightly, firm nipples upon her breasts poking visibly through the fabric of her form-fitting flight suit. Her breathing grew ragged as her heart-rate intensified with each adrenaline fuelled twist and turn, eyes all but sightless as she devoted all her sensory brain-power to what she was seeing beyond herself.

After perhaps five minutes of breakneck flight however, the Vesper emerged from the far side of the asteroid field without so much as a scratch. A soft, moaning chirp escaped Virana's beak as she slumped back in the chair at last, and the toes of the gryphon's more mammalian lower limbs curled in satisfaction.

She blushed as she glanced down the length of her body, the front of her flight-suit tented around the crotch area. Glancing around however Virana remembered that she was alone here, and that on this occasion she didn't have to worry about any of the rest of the crew teasing her about the effect which her more extreme, show-off manoeuvres tended to have upon her own body when she had reason to perform them. Feeling the blue feathers upon her face ruffle slightly, skin warm and rosy with a bright blush beneath them, Virana tried to calm herself. To remind herself that as incredible as it felt, flying was not a sexual thing. It was her job. Her profession. Her duty.

Still erect, but at least putting the presence of her swollen member within her flight-suit to the back of her mind, it was that continued duty which Virana chose to focus upon. Bringing the ship to a stop and revelling in the peace as she felt it drift through the emptiness of space, Virana reluctantly pulled her focus away from the ship's exterior and instead began to sort through its internal workings. She checked and double checked their manifests for their next few runs to ensure that they had correctly allocated fuel and food stops. She ran some diagnostics of systems that were due for a check-up, bypassing a couple of circuits throwing off minor surges to the rest of the power-grid and marking them for analysis by repair crews later in the day. And all the while, as she ran a sensor-sweep for any potential biological containments, she let her eyes continue to flick across the screens glowing above her, roaming the camera-mapped corridors and storage areas of the ship in search of anything out of the ordinary. A lose panel. A cargo crate improperly secured in the hold. She looked, but didn't find anything amiss.

Indeed aside from those minute sensor re-calibrations and the wiring issues which were probably just a case of natural wear and tear, the ship was running remarkably smoothly. The crew members that she did see upon the view-screens above were mostly conducting routine work or like herself finding themselves with very little to do, remaining at their posts of course but smiling and talking amongst themselves. All was well. All was as expected.

Except...

Virana frowned as she switched between a few of the cameras and saw something that she didn't immediately recognise upon one monitor. The camera feed was coming from one of the cargo bays, but there was something a little off about the image which at first the gryphon couldn't quite place. She tilted her head to one side where she lay in her chair, then to the other. Suddenly it clicked, and she let loose a sonorous note of surprise from her beak as she realised precisely what she was looking at.

Poking out from behind a stack of large, metallic shipping crates due to be stocked with raw materials at their next pick-up in several days time, Virana was looking at an extended pair of bare legs and a twitching, swishing scaled tail. With an almost imperceptible twitch of her eyes she mentally pulled up the image in greater resolution, all the other overhead screens of data and camera footage turning over to the same feed and the various screens drawing together with another gentle pneumatic whirr. As soon as they were connected in a far larger, single screen, the image solidified across them.

"A-access audio. Internal only, c-cargo bay three."

Virana murmured to herself, speaking aloud in her distracted state even though she was already sending the command through the circuitry into which she was currently embedded. Sure enough that same circuitry began to provide further sensory feedback, and as though the words, the sounds were being played into her ears rather than fed directly to the auditory processing centres of her brain, Virana heard what accompanied that which she was witnessing.

"Ah. Ah. There. Right... r-right there..."

The toes attached to those visible legs curled slightly as that voice rang out, and its tail twitched more gleefully from side to side. Virana recognised the voice instantly, and now that the screen was shown in higher resolution even the tail and bare legs of the one visible figure alone were enough to identify him as well. The voice belonged to Kestra, the ship's communications officer. As for the limbs, sandy brown scaled and with a few darker stripes visible on the upper reaches of the tail, they belonged to Rilanthus. Virana would have asked herself what the head of cargo management and the head of communications were doing together, but considering what she was hearing even now it was fairly obvious. They were indulging in a little break from Rilanthus' duties, and sharing in some very personal communications indeed.

"Access secondary visual mapping, cargo bay three."

Virana's beak clicked bashfully as she murmured to herself once more, the screens flickering for a few moments before her gaze as the image was disrupted, only for a new angle of the same room to spring into view. She moaned, a little louder than she expected to, reaching out to cover her beak instinctively as her other hand fell towards the now twitching, renewed bulge in her flight suit. She couldn't really blame herself in the wake of that gasped exclamation though, not considering what this new view of the cargo area permitted her to see. With clothes strewn around them, both Rilanthus and Kestra were nude. Their two scaled bodies were laid out upon the cargo bay's cool metal floor, and as Kestra arched her back and pressed the rear of her horned head down against the floor, she visibly squeezed tighter with her legs where they were currently wrapped around the desert iguana's head.

Breathing heavily, Virana forced herself to stop rubbing at her crotch. To tear her eyes away from the screen even as she continued to listen to Kestra moan and whimper to the male obviously in the midst of performing oral sex upon her.

"Deeper. T-that tongue, oh... Ril. There. Yes. Yes, d-don't stop..."

She shouldn't have been doing this. Never mind that they were technically breaking procedure by sharing this time together while at least one of them was on duty and in a public, active section of the ship. They were doing no-one any harm, and even if they were breaking the rules in any meaningful way that still didn't give the gryphon the right to spy on them and indulge her own lust at their expense.

"God. God, I... I c-can't take it. I need you in me, Ril. Ohhh... oh, please. Fuck me."

She shouldn't have been doing this. Yet she found her eyes drifting back to the screen just in time to see Rilanthus pull back, giving her a shameless view of Kestra's legs lewdly spread, the pinkish purple scales around her slit glistening every bit as much as the warmer pink, soft flesh between them with what was surely not just the male's saliva.

"E-enhance image. Maximum resolution."

She shouldn't have been doing this. Unfastening the buttons of her flight suit, groaning as she unzipped it and opened it up from neck to crotch, trembling fingers reaching to grope at her own breasts, to tweak and tease her stiffened, sensitive nipples before rapidly beginning to fall south towards the tent in her underwear.

"Ah. Ah. Kestra. Y-you're... fuck, you're so hot. So wet."

"Mmmh, s-shut up. Stop stating the... ah, the obvious and fuck me."

She shouldn't have been doing this, yet Virana found herself giggling and blushing as she heard the female lizard playfully chiding the iguana even as he pressed himself down over her, into her, and began to pleasure her already warmed up and receptive body with his cock. She watched as with every thrust of his hips Rilanthus made Kestra's body tremble and clutch itself tighter around him. She watched as the male himself trembled and shuddered, obviously overwhelmed by pleasure of his own as Kestra milked him, his tail thrashing wildly from side to side and infrequently sending drumming, hollow echoes throughout the cargo hold as it rattled against the empty metal container beside which they were lying.

Her hands were all over herself by then. Stroking. Rubbing. Massaging. There was no other word for it than the truth of the matter; masturbating. She longed to reach into her shorts and pull free her cock, to begin pleasuring it openly and freely, but resisted that urge not because of any modesty or lingering worry that she shouldn't have been doing this, instead purely because she didn't wish to get cum all over the pilot's chair. Still though, she watched. She listened. Virana indulged as she watched her colleagues growing ever more passionate in their motions, their cries, their pleasure. She couldn't stop them, nor did she wish to even try, and by the same token she felt as though she had no ability nor inclination to stop her own pleasure from building between her legs.

"Cum with me..."

Rilanthus growled to Kestra, but Virana whimpered and arched her back as though those words had been spoken to her personally. She squeezed tighter still at her trapped cock, groping at it with one hand and her breast in the other, able to feel the wetness of her pre-cum already soaking into the fabric of her shorts. She cried out, her squawking bliss echoing around the thankfully empty cockpit as Kestra shrieked too, clawed fingertips scrabbling hungrily, desperately for purchase upon Rilanthus' scales as she hung on the brink of ecstasy.

"Yes!"

The lizard screamed as Rilanthus' hips gave one final burst of speed and passion, the now near constant echoing clang of both their scaled tails hammering against the metal cargo container beside them and the deck below still not loud enough to keep Virana from hearing the hot, thick slapping of their bodies driving so fiercely and gloriously against one another. Rilanthus threw back his own head, and he let loose a frantic, hissing cry as Kestra's eyes bulged and her ongoing scream reached a new level of desperate, blissful intensity.

That was all Virana could take, shuddering violently in her seat as she watched the two lizards writhe and cum together. She let loose a frenzied, mindless chirp of her own, then a more shameless and pleasure-stricken cry, and her feathers ruffled, her skin flushed, her body shook as the gryphon felt hot ribbons of her cum pouring themselves out into the fabric of her undergarments. She could feel the rich stickiness against her fingers as it soaked through her shorts, she could feel it dripping down around and clinging to the length of her shaft even as it continued to pulse and throb within her grip. She could feel the pleasure spreading out through her body, and indeed through the entire ship to which she was connected.

Throwing back her head in one final, blissful cry, Virana's eyes were far too glazed, far too overwhelmed by various other sources of stimulus to notice the cockpit's own lighting growing brighter for a few moments, indeed for almost exactly the duration of her climax. Nor indeed as she watched Rilanthus and Kestra fall limp against one another, moaning, kissing the other lizard as they caught their breath, did she notice the lights of her chamber and indeed the cargo bay dimming a little. Barely enough to be noticeable of course, but to a definitely more gentle, romantic level.

It was only thirty seconds or so later, as Virana was zipping up her flight-suit once more and blushing as she felt the sticky heat of her cum lingering inside her darkened, saturated undergarments, that she noticed a red light blinking on one of the many screens she had minimised to grant herself a high resolution look at her colleagues getting it on.

"D-dammit..."

She murmured as she pulled the data-screen up and shut off the feed from the cargo bay entirely, leaving the pair to their privacy.

Her eyes danced over the data as the information itself was transferred directly into her head, and once again Virana felt her cheeks flushing deeply beneath her feathered face.

'Power surge detected. Duration: 21 seconds. Cause: Unknown. Suggest full systems diagnostic.'

A full systems diagnostic would take the best part of a day to run, and if she chose to override the computer and not run one, it would be her ass on the line when she had to explain to the engineering crew how she knew the power surge wasn't actually a problem about which they should have been concerned.

She whimpered bashfully, and nodded her head just a little as she gave the computer authorisation to begin its diagnostic sweep.

She really, really shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have watched. Shouldn't have gotten caught up in the moment. Shouldn't have covered up for it by wasting the ship computer's time and resources.

And yet, as she shivered and blushed and glanced down at her flight-suit, the bulge in its crotch still not having entirely dissipated, she couldn't deny how much fun it had been to watch her colleagues going at it.

"Computer..."

Virana murmured as she closed her eyes and focused on interacting with what remained of the ship's active processing power while it began its exhaustive safety checks on the Vesper's power supply.

"Collate sensor logs from the past... three months, and search for instances of Kestra Tivedar and Rilanthus Soretto being present together for more than ninety seconds. Filter out all instances where no visual sensor data was recorded, and all instances where other crew members were also located in the same spaces at the same time."

The gyphon blushed as results began to stream in. Not just one or two, but... a fairly substantial number.

'Seventy-six results found.'

Virana clicked her beak together in excitement, and blushed anew as she glanced up at the large screens before her, resisting temptation... but only for now. Crew performance evaluations weren't anywhere remotely included in her job description, but regardless of that fact, Virana was very interested to see just how those two particular crew-members had been performing together considering what she had just witnessed.

"Computer, transfer all those video records to the console in my quarters. I... I'll analyse them later."

By Jeeves

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