bubble around the bed, blocking out any disruptive, outside stimuli. There could be a wild party going on five feet away and you would never even know it unless you opened your eyes.
I entered the cockpit, squinting against the glare of the outside world streaming in through the view-screen, sinking in to the overly padded pilot’s seat, strapping in. My hands and eyes began to roam across the controls, familiarized myself with them one last time before liftoff.
“Alex, start the pre-launch checks and give me a system status when finished.”
“Yes, Captain, all systems green awaiting your command. Be advised there is a minus .14 percent deficiency in cabin pressure due to a slight deformation in the hatch sealing mechanism, compensating life support controls now. I also estimate an eleven-percent decrease in lift and maneuvering capability due to unanticipated cargo weight. Captain, I also feel it is my obligation to inform you that you are currently overweight based on the standard body mass to weight index for a female of your stature.”
I snorted, shaking my head. Whatever… Maybe if Alex, the ship AI, had a pair of tits like mine I wouldn’t be listening to some garbage about my ‘fat to body weight ratio’. What does he think they’re made of? And where in the hell did Nathan get this AI, anyway? He was an odd one, different than what I was used to dealing with as far as civilian models go. Hell, he almost fried my ass with the ship security system the first time I sat down in the pilot’s seat, that in itself was scary, since he seemed more than willing to violate his core directives in regards to endangering a sentient life form to protect the shuttle. Apparently he hadn’t been sure whether to classify me as human or not. It was just a good thing that Nathan had been on board at the time, or he would be minus one pony girlfriend at the moment.
Nathan settled into the co-pilot seat next to me, slipping on sunglasses, grinning from ear to ear.
“You heard Alex, guess I’ll just have to work some of that fat off you before we reach Morgan’s Star.”
“I bet you will, Master,” I smirked playfully.
Smart-ass… I was in the best shape of my life, and Nathan knew it. One thing I could honestly say is that he was never easy on me when it came to my pony training.
“Downloading navigational data from Port authority. Atmospheric drive at 99.78 percent, engaging—”
“Stand down, Alex; I’ll be taking us out on manual.”
I turned my attention back to the array of sensor banks, gripping the control stick in my hands. The visor of my flight helmet slid down locking into place, and a heads up display from the nav-computer shimmered to life.
“Captain? I’ve been told you’re an experienced pilot, but I can do this much more efficiently. I estimate an 8.56 percent-”
“Leave her alone, Alex.” Nathan’s deep, yet soft voice tickled my brain through the earphones of my helmet. “You will follow her orders as if they were mine, without question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Burke, releasing manual override at this time.”
Goose pimples bristled to life, running up and down my skin, followed abruptly by a tingly sensation ending between my thighs. I don’t think I could have stopped my eyes from wandering to the bulge between Nathan’s legs if I tried. I couldn’t help it! I loved hearing him talk like that, not to mention he still wouldn’t tell me the exact details of his new ‘augmentation’. Damn… three whole days without sex because he wanted to surprise me during the trip. Well, the waiting was definitely taking its toll on me. Nathan was horny; I could smell it seeping from his pores and it made me even wetter, as if I needed help in that department after hearing that sexy bedroom voice of his. Maybe I should let Alex take us out on autopilot? All I could think about at the moment was stripping down and-
“Sorry, but Alex is used to doing all the piloting. That’s
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