Over the next week

For the first week, they slept in the cryostasis caskets they had arrived in, resting their heads on bare metal. They hardly slept at all, and spent every waking moment working more than any of them had worked in their lives. A fire axe was scrounged up from an emergency hatch. Brynn pointed out that it was obsolete since there was no wood in the ship, but it proved useful nonetheless.

Everyone except Brynn took a turn chopping wood, she was too frail. The rest hacked away for hours at a time, felling trees the way Jesslyn told them how to and then chopping it into long logs. Brynn used the felt pen to mark out precise measurements where notches should be placed in the wood. They were making a log cabin.

At the same time, Jesslyn and Natasha were working double time. While Natasha hunted, pulling in several more rabbits and a handful of strange, fluffy, wolf-like creatures that she'd butcher for pelts and meat (which she then smoked over the fire, making a little smoker from gathered branches), Jesslyn toiled in the fields.

She had started pulling off layers while she worked, down to her jeans and a sports bra. She ripped plants up by the roots so that they couldn't compete with her crop. She dumped buckets of water into big holes, checking drainage. Her body glistened with sweat as she worked.

They took turns bathing in the river. Michelle even tried to learn how to hand-wash clothes, by trial and error, and before long they started coming decently clean and you could always find t-shirts, flannels, underwear laying out on a large, flat rock to dry. They were exhausted, but they were beginning to thrive. Brynn was working the computers, cataloguing any useful information, testing the limits of their drone helper, and attempting to establish contact with Hania.

In record time, they had constructed their shelter: a pile of logs that didn't look half bad, with four low bed frames erected inside. Over these they laid the fluffy alien pelts to make a basic mattress, and cut out rough squares of linen for blankets. All four of them had helped haul stones to create a makeshift hearth at the center, where Michelle set up to cook a thin rabbit stew for them all. She had even begun experimenting with the local plants, running them through the analyzer to make sure they weren't toxic before experimenting to see what had any real flavor.

***

They were all exhausted, but doing well for themselves. After that first week, they finally got to sleep in something that would almost pass as a real bed, and three women began to rapidly sink into deep, sweet, well-earned sleep when the fur door-flap was pulled back and Jesslyn walked in, fresh from the river.

And still naked as the day she was born.

Natasha threw the crumpled-up t-shirt she was using as a pillow at the naked girl.

"Come on, man!" she shouted, "have some decency!"

Jesslyn stuck out her tongue.

"I've been sleeping in a metal pod all week, let me have some comfort!"

Natasha angrily got up to grab her shirt.

"You'd get your ass beat in a real barrack," she spat.

"Barrack? This is shaping up more like a commune," Jesslyn replied.

Natasha grumbled something about "hippie shit" as she fell back into her bed and began rapidly drifting back to sleep.

Michelle was a bit more distracted. She had noticed Jesslyn was an attractive woman when she was working, but even moreso now. Working in the sun, shirtless, had gotten rid of most of her farmer's tan, but the shape of her bra was clearly printed on her skin, highlighting two handfuls of tits, with cute, pink pornstar nipples. Michelle's eyes traced down Jesslyn's body as she walked to her bed, over her toned stomach and especially her flaccid cock. Michelle thought it was respectably big, poking out from a curly red bush a thick, bitable thighs. Her mouth watered thinking about burying her nose in that bush, sucking Jesslyn off until she was hard as steel as feeling her salty precum roll over her tong-

She stopped. Her fingers had already found her own bush, and without thinking she was rubbing gentle circles around her clit. She hadn't realized how pent up she was. She glanced over at Brynn in the other bed. She had clearly been watching too. Her violet eyes were open wide, studying Jesslyn's every move.

Michelle was tired. Exhausted, really. She decided to just sleep instead. It was only going to be a matter of time before someone was making enough noise to keep everyone else up.