Lift their hood.

You're not at all finished with them.

After standing, you pull off your shirt as well as the rest, and all the girls can do is watch in awe as your body is revealed for them. They hold one another--sticky, winded, and flushed, one blue and one red--as they ogle your chest, though their attention slowly trails down until they stare wide-eyed in surprise at your dick already rising back up for a second round. You first look to Fava and offer a finger as if to say, "One moment".

Then you turn to Mole, bend down, and lift her by her sides. Her pants don't come with her. They slip off with ease, and she gasps with an immediate thrill, shot through her body like a shock of electricity. Just like that, she's naked, and there's nothing she can do about it. She couldn't be happier.

All she can do is blurt out, "Ohh! Fuck me!" much louder than she meant.

And you do just that. You drive her back into the engine, bend her over, grab her ass, and pound her as she desires. She lays with her arms hanging over the sides of the mechanism--eyes rolled back, lips agape. She surrenders entirely to the pleasure. It takes her a time to start bucking her own hips, but when she does, she's already gasping and moaning for more. So much has built up already, and she's about to blow. You don't fuck her for long before you know she's soon going to cum.

Fava, from below, fires the machinery back up. A blue glow trials out through the various bits of metal, wires, and pipes, and it begins to hum. The engine you have her bent over vibrates, and while it wouldn't normally be enough in this position to matter, Mole is a freaky gal, and the sheer prospect is enough to drive her wild. She was already about to cum, but now she's screaming. You drive her farther up the engine as you fuck her harder and faster, and then just like the machine itself, you flick her switch. She may be the engineer, but you feel like you've learned what makes her tick--how she's wired, the feeling of her parts, the hum of her motor. Her moans reach a **** gasping, and she causes quite the mess of her own all down the front of the thankfully waterproof pieces of magitech. Her orgasm is intense, even if it didn't take long. She really did want it badly.

You're still not done.

You pick her up again. This time, you turn her around, and seat her on the engine itself, just like when you first came in and walked in on Fava. Mole is **** to mount it like a horse. With how sensitive her body already is, she melt immediately to the vibration between her legs.

When you turn, you see Fava already standing nearby.

"You're a little... messy," you comment.

She looks over herself. "You should be the one apologizing for that."

You grab her by the hips, and sink your tongue into her mouth. She lets out one long, gleeful, moan of relief, as if she's been waiting for this exact thing without even knowing. Her wings flutter, and you bring a hand to the back of her neck as your other caresses down her stomach. You really did make a mess of her. Though Mole is more coated, plenty got on her as well. You swing her around, forcing her back against the same machinery Mole is currently mounting, and kiss her once again.

Now both your hands slip downward. They move into her pants, around her hips, and it doesn't take a lot of effort to cause them to fall to her ankles. It seems she isn't wearing panties either. "No underwear?" you ask quietly.

"Pixies don't wear any," she answers.

"I feel like I need to fact check that."

She smiles and hops into your arms. Knowing you can easily carry her, she locks her legs around you and forces you to hold her up. You do so, and you drive yourself deep inside her body as well. Just like with Alice, she feels like a real girl. By the look on her face, the sensation is mutual. As you push past her lips, and feel her insides with your girth, she lets out a length moan, swinging back her head as she quivers at her body being stretched. Every inch drives her wild, and even now, by how you look upon her, there is no pixie piloting a larger body. It's just Fava.

It begins slowly at first. You buck her forward and back sensually, and she falls into your chest, surrendering herself to act almost like a toy in your hands. Though she does eventually begin to gyrate her hips, and she finds a method that's quite pleasurable. The way she arches her back and slides herself up against you is almost like that of a belly dancer, to where you wonder if she's learned at some point in the past and merely never showed it. By the look in her eyes, she's overjoyed, and not just because she gets to feel your cock inside her at last, but also because she can experience more than just grinding against one. Pixies are all women, and none could actually take a man's dick (probably). Not only that, but it means her body is functioning perfectly.

As the room becomes hotter, and the experience even more steamy, you pick up the pace, and a moment later, Fava gasps and moans even moreso than you expect. You then peak past her to see Mole laying over the engine still, grinding against it, but now her face is right at the pixie's ass. It looks like she got hungry just watching. The two of you double-team Fava, and she doesn't at all know what to do. Her face is almost like a light bulb in how vibrant her blush is shining. You fuck her harder, and as you do, Mole grabs her hips and goes to down from the other side.

And by how she sounds, Mole is about to finish again. She humps the machinery fast and hard, perhaps stimulated even further by the fact that you made her sit there.

"Aahh... Ah, ooaahh~!" Fava gasps. "I c-can't--!"

You grasp the back of her head and whisper into her ear. "Cum for me," you command.

She practically climaxes at that alone. "Only if you... fill me," she whispers back.

You kiss her hard on the lips, as if to answer her response without spoken words. Then just as you feel her body twitch and quiver, you stop holding back as well. You listened to Mole's request earlier, so it's only fair you do the same for Fava. As she cums, you let out everything you've built back up again--far more than she expects given it hasn't been that long of a time since before. You throb hard, filling her to the brim. The sensation only causes her to climax harder. She gasps and pleads for more, and Mole reaps the benefits of the girl's delicious flavour below. Speaking of which, you hear a familiar sound from behind Fava as well--the other girl cumming, right over top of the engine. Again, it's a good thing everything here is designed to get wet.

Things eventually wind down to a panting halt. Mole remains laying over the machinery, and though you eventually switch it off, she doesn't move. Fava slumps down, leaning back against it, overwhelmed by ecstasy.

You stand, overseeing your work--a job well done. Then you kneel down and join beside them to rest for a time.

Eventually, Fava speaks up. She bashfully parts her messy hair away from her eyes and smiles at you. "That was... amazing," she says. "And unexpected."

"But you were hoping for it, weren't you?" Mole asks from behind.

"Of course."

"Kyle... I'm gonna have to report back to the captain about this. She should know you can work a girl's engine almost as well as me."

Fava leans into you. "Guess I can count on you to help me with my tuneups, hmm?"

You chuckle. "You spoil me."

"Don't sell yourself short," says Mole. "You think I'd let just any guy do that?"

"That's right," Fava adds. "And anyway, this is gonna be quite the trip. I heard it's good to empty your balls before a big adventure."

"I haven't heard that saying before, but I mean, nobody on my ship has any of those."

"What about that Xue guy?"

"Oh! Right, right."

Fava than nuzzles her head against your neck. "You've heard that saying before, right~?"

You wrap an arm around her and tug her in close. "Now that you mention it, I think I have."

Mole slowly stumbles to her feet, though not without trouble. She shudders. "Phew. Well, I think I'm gonna go wash up. As much as I kinda like feeling dirty, I think this is too much to walk around with."

"I think it fits you," Fava says.

"What the heck does that mean?"

"You go wash yourself." Just then, Fava's winds pull back into her body. After that, her back hatch swings open. The original body of the pixie flutters free, and much to your surprise, she's also completely naked. You don't know if she was the entire time, or she undressed before emerging, but she looks quite a bit like the bigger form despite the generosity she made crafting her chest. Fava is far more petite in more ways then one. But she flies into your chest and spreads out her arms. "Mmm... Perfect."

"That's not fair," Mole says with a huff. But then she smiles. "You two snuggle for awhile. Crew bonding is important. If you need me, just come find me, all right?" She bends down and gathers her belongings. She tugs it all beneath her arm and heads for the door.

As you watch her grab the knob, you ask, "Are you gonna be okay walking across the ship naked? Oh! And wait a moment. I can cast Mend to fix that shirt."

She looks back to you with a smile. Then without answering further, she departs.