Story from PirateEagle's FA post

Pirate Eagle is a tough bitch, leading some of the roughest star-scum in the whole ‘verse to either riches or ruin...and in the end, she always comes out on top, no matter the odds. Even her own crew doesn’t dare to speak of her any louder than hushed tones in backroom conversations, and even then they only make complementary statements in case her beak comes around the corners of their habs to mention that she was listening in.

But you have a very different opinion about her, one that you keep to yourself just as tightly in fear of her reaction: to put it simply...you lust after her. You always did have a bit of a thing for a strong take-no-shit woman to begin with, but coupled with Pirate’s body...well, you’ve had one or two thoughts about “fraternising” with the Captain, that’s for sure. It doesn’t help that she tends to stick around in her latex undersuit just in case she needs to hop into a fighter on a moment’s notice, which naturally clings tightly to her shapely body. Even in her more advanced age, an age many space pirate’s don’t even dream of let alone see, that time has only served to improve her body, and you practically have to look away from her motherly and strong body with that latex suit hugging her every curve…if you look too long, you’ll start to stare without even noticing. The one time you did, you were fixated on the noticeable cameltoe bulging out from between her wide and stout hips, and she called you out wondering what you were up to before demanding you get back to work scrubbing the decks.

Then, one night, your duties were assigned to laundry night...normally having to scrub up the filthy rags space pirates wear is considered one of the worst jobs to be relegated to, somewhere behind “frontline infantry.”

But working alone in the cramped and filthy room you come across something that makes your heart skip. A pair of panties, pink, with the scent rising off em...it could only be Pirate’s, her being the only woman aboard this particular vessel, unless some tough guy likes to secretly feel pretty on a Saturday night then it has to be hers. As if by instinct you press your nose to the slightly-stained gusset, sniffing up the scent and moaning as her sweet musk tempts your nose. Even if the scent of the other crew’s clothing has slightly marred the experience, your Captain’s scent still comes through strong, and boy is it good. Your mind goes back to her latex cameltoe, thinking about just how tightly these panties were pressed up to her hole...but then, a familiar voice stops you dead in your tracks: “Oh wow. Fifth one this week, huh? I’m startin’ t’ run out of panties, you lot keep stealin’ em so of’en!”

You turn to face Pirate as she tilts her head and licks her beak at the sight. Somehow, though you should probably be scared for your life, you feel only excitement. That feeling only grows when you realise she’s holding up a pair of purple panties....with a large fresh, wet looking stain covering most of them. “Oh no, please don’t let me interrupt ye, eh?” she teases, holding up her panties with both fingers to you. “In fact, ‘eres a pair I jus’ took these off fer th’ first time in a long time. You want ‘em?~”

You drop the pair to the floor, and then you almost drop to your knees when she starts unzipping her latex suit, her huge breasts and her messy, bushy pussy showing to you. You are stunned silent, but you stammer out a “yes please” to her.

She chuckles a little: “Really? You know I wore these fer a whole week, right?” she says, waving them around a little and draping them on her massive breasts. “Fine, ye can huff ‘em, but ya gotta do it in front of me.”

The scent of them comes up to your nose even as you stand a few metres away from her. She’s been running, exploring, fighting, and sweating in that suit, with those panties soaking up every drop of sweat from her...all that scent locked in from the suit that she never really seems to come out of, now held in front of you. You kneel down as she comes towards you, and drapes them on your nose, starting to finger herself off as you prepare to show your Captain how much you love her scent.