Walk the ship.

Once evening comes, and the sun which shone a path many hours earlier is now on its way to sleep. Orange sky pierces through cracks in the darkening clouds, and just as you find yourself staring up at the beauty of sunset for longer than you meant, drops of rain fall to your face. It's light, though it's difficult to tell how heavy it may become, or how long it could continue. It isn't time for bed though. You've eaten, perhaps a bit earlier than usual, so you decide to work it off by a patrol through the ship. It's quite large, and as its captain, you'd like to know what's happening and where.

The third floor down, all the way at the back, is where the engine room is located. It's where the very core of the magical mechanics of the airship is held. From there and to the outside snake dark metal circuits that eventually lead to the exterior machinery which allow the frigate to fly. That's where your stroll eventually leads you.

From outside the door, you can hear the soft, melodic sound of a girl's pleasure, partly hidden by the hum of the magitech engine. Of course, you need to find out more, so you take hold of the door knob and push it open.

The first thing you see is Fava sitting atop the central mechanism. She's dressed as she always is, and with her new top--a firm sports bra coloured grey with thick black trim all around the edges as well as the straps around the back, which stretch around to behind her neck and her lower back, though it leaves a gap in the center for extendable wings, and she also wears her baggy brown trousers which barely hang from her hips. Her entire body is trembling slightly as she grips the metal between her legs. Her face glows cyan, and her eyes flutter open to finally spot you watching.

She screams and rolls off to the side. In the process, she nearly slips right out of her pants, though she grabs them and hoists them back up as best she can. In an attempt to save face, she brushes herself off and looks as nonchalant as possible for a girl caught in the act.

Next to the engine is Mole, dressed in a filthy, loose white crop top that somehow manages to stay on despite it clearly being a size too large, or perhaps the fabric has been stretched. Otherwise, she has nearly the exact same cargo pants as the other, though this pair is darker. Her purple hair is tied back into a ponytail, and her brass goggles with pink lenses rest across her forehead.

"... Were you riding--" you begin to ask.

"I wasn't riding anything!" Fava yells back. "Shouldn't people knock before the enter a room?"

"A bedroom maybe, but this is where the magic parts of the ship are located. We kinda need to be able to go in and out."

"He's right, you know," Mole says.

"Whose side are you on?!" Fava shouts.

But eventually she calms down. She fans herself with her hand and breathes deeply. "Whew. Ahem. Well, did you need something, Kyle?"

"Not specifically. Just checking in. Are you both doing well?" you ask. "Actually by the look on your face, I guess you're doing very well."

As you speak, Mole is staring Fava over. She looks her up and down, and then grabs her goggles to snap over her eyes. She leans in close, and by the time the pixie realizes she's being inspected, the goggles are nearly touching her belly. Quickly, she takes a startled step backwards and bumps into another mechanism.

Mole then stands up straight again. "Oh sorry. It's just... Well, your entire body is so fascinating. I've never seen anything like it. You're an artificer like me, but like, you made your own form. I know you're a pixie inside there, but the body seems to be capable of feeling everything an ordinary girl could. You're even blushing. How does that work?"

"It's difficult to explain in short, but the most important material is a very special wood. It's far more complex than just carving something out of it though. There are other ingredients and all manner of magical processes. The entire blueprints are a variation of one used to create sentient golems. So this body is in a certain sense living. I'm not aware of my pixie-self at all while piloting this form."

"I think you saw Alice last time we met," you add. "She's one of the sentient golems Fava just mentioned."

Mole touches a hand gently to the other's bare stomach. "It feels just like skin."

"That tickles," the pixie replies quietly.

"And when you were sitting on the engine before, you could even feel the vibrations."

She looks frantically to you and then back to the girl. "That's enough about that."

"Since when were you bashful?" you ask.

"I don't know what you mean!"

It's quite the view between them. Two cute engineer girls, garbed in pants that barely stay up, and both wearing sports-bra-like tops, though one far looser than the other. They're both covered in smudges of oil and dirt, like a couple of grease monkeys. One blushing faintly, perhaps because she was **** to stop a rather naughty act right as it was getting good, and the other seeming quite eager to inspect her body. When Mole bends over and leans in to yet again stare upon Fava's stomach up close, her barely held breasts bounce freely in a filthy crop top. The nudge of her hand accidentally dips the other girl's trousers nearly far down enough to reveal something even more titillating, though her curvy hips still manage to keep them up enough.

"And you still have a belly button," Mole mutters to herself. "Why?"

"Because it's cute. I don't know," says Fava. "Is that so weird? It's supposed to look real. The only thing I couldn't change was the appearance of the skin, but you can't really tell from a distance."

Mole then turns to lean over the humming engine, stretching her body out over the mechanisms, and when she can't reach her target, she lives a wrench and holds it as far as she can until she can reach the lever to shut it down. Gradually, the glow of the machinery fades, and the noise turns to silence. She then sighs and leans back against it, pulling the shaft of the wrench against her breasts. With her other hand, she pulls her goggles back up to her forehead. "Well, it's getting late. You still need to sleep then, right, Fava?"

"Of course I do," she answers. "I'm still a mortal creature in here remember. I'm not a machine."

"Just checking!"

She looks down over herself. "Geeze. We got really dirty working on this stuff."

"I guess it's easy for you. If you don't want to clean up today, you can just fly out of the body and leave it for tomorrow."

"True!"

Idly as Mole ponders to herself, she maneuvers the wrench up and then down into her shirt. The tip grazes over her cleavage, across the mole there which likely contributed to her namesake, until it slides down and between her tits behind the loose crop top. It strokes up and down with ease--skin so slippery from the engine's oil, or at least oil-like substance it uses. "... It really got warm in here from having this thing running while the door was closed." Her eyes turn to a bucket in the corner. "Remember last time when you helped me, Kyle? The water over there. Could you... cool me down a bit?"