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Happy Holidays: Brought to you by Comfort Transports

(And a very perverted dragon)

The spaceport was damn near empty; most people travelling for the holidays made plans to get where they were going at least a few days in advance, and travelled during normal hours. Nalani was unlucky enough to be stuck having to take a long, lonely trip across several systems to get home, and even then she would miss most of the holiday by the time she arrived.

The cougar frowned as she remembered the rather heated argument she had with her husband just before she left. The red dragon was obviously unhappy with the situation, as would most people who found out that their significant other was going to be gone for nearly the entirety of the holiday break. Neither of them were happy about it, and both of them knew that she had to go. It didn't stop the two of them fighting over it and eventually yelling at each other, ending with the mountain lion storming out of the house, throwing her bags into the back of her car and speeding off to the starport all on her own.

She hadn't even heard from her husband in the week since she left; not a single text or call from him even as the holidays approached. Of course she hadn't reached out either, but she'd been busy working with clients pretty much non-stop since she landed, or passing out with most of her clothes on in the hotel just long enough that she was functional for the next day's agenda. Quite literally worked to the bone, Nalani simply hadn't had the time or the mental capacity to dwell on her relationship problems.

Shaking herself free of her own thoughts, Nalani picked up her pace through the terminal. Not only was she stuck travelling during the holidays, but the only transportation she could manage to get before everything shut down was uncomfortably close to the end of the day's itinerary. There quite simply wasn't time to dawdle and if she missed this flight she'd be stuck at the ass end of nowhere until the new solar year back home.

By the time she made it to her gate, the timer for embarkation was down to a scant few minutes and the boarding area was completely empty. She power-walked up the ramp to the attendant watching her, quickly presenting her boarding credentials before the timer completely emptied. The tabby housecat looked as bored and annoyed at being there as she was, but the man did his job and scanned her ticket. The track behind him crunched and cycled as her information was fed into the system, a personnel pod pulling from storage and sliding up into the rack before unsealing itself before the mountain lion. The attendant handed her back her ticket and gave her a bored nod as Nalani clambered up into the pod, slid her carry-on suitcase into the slot, closed it and swiped her paw over the 'close' sensor. The pod's door slid shut behind her, leaving her in the empty, surprisingly spacious interior.

A low hum emanated from the floor of the pod as it powered up its systems, automatically adjusting the internal gravity so she could get herself settled for the trip comfortably without being shaken around as the pod was carried to the transport craft waiting for it, already loaded up with the scant few other unlucky travellers. As the feline moved about her personal cabin, the transport undocked from the port, fired up its engines and started to break for the upper atmosphere.

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Nalani sighed and finally let the deep, soul-burning sigh that had been building in her since she left her hotel this morning. Hell, since she left her house a week ago. Her entire body hurt from working overtime and getting far too little sleep. This was quite literally the first few moments she had alone to herself, without any work or travel to worry about in far, far too long. She stripped off her jacked and kicked off her shoes, sliding them into another interior compartment before she settled back into her seat. Or, tried to at least. Looking around the pod's interior, she slowly came to the realization that the standard pod seat was nowhere to be found. Panic started to set in as thoughts raced through her already exhausted mind. What if they'd accidentally put her in a cargo pod? Were those even safe for living transportation? Her gaze swept across the interior before settling on a faintly glowing panel on the doors' interior. Maybe that was a panic button for cases like this?

The second her paw slapped the panel, a gentle hum started to emanate throughout the pod. Glancing around, the feline noticed that the missing pod seat wasn't the only difference she missed. The pod's interiors had a few dozen nozzles spread out throughout the interior, and the base of the pod, while machined for foot traffic, didn't have the same generic carpeting she was came to expect. Her inspection was interrupted as the floor started to fill with some kind of fluid; when she looked up at the various nozzles, she noticed that each of them was gently pulsing and filling the pod with a clear, oddly viscous substance.

Realization struck her as her exhausted neurons made the connection to an old memory. She and her husband were in bed one night when he mentioned a peculiar news story that had come across the wire. A powerful executive had been found insensate and nearly drooling all over herself when she'd arrived at her destination; an investigation found that the luxury travel pod's programming had gone a little too far in its attempts to satisfy its occupant and had actually gone so far as to play out some of her fantasies while she was in transit. From what she could remember, the pod was built by Comfort Transports, and the design was very similar to what she found herself stuck in.

Before she could do anything to confirm her suspicions, the doors converted to a full screen display and she found herself looking at a life-size recording of her husband. The crimson drake looked like he hadn't been sleeping well, and from the timestamp attached, the recording was made a few days into her business trip.

"Hey hon. I know we left things pretty shitty; we both said some things we wish we could take back or we didn't mean. I know you didn't want to go, but I also know you had to. I just wish we were together. It kills me that you won't be here." The drake looked positively miserable, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets and his gaze so terribly forlorn. "That being said, I still want you to have as good a holiday as you can without me, and we can kiss and make up when you get home and hopefully spend at least some time together before work butts in again." His lips curl in a weak smile. "I do love you Nalani, and I'll see you when you get home. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your early present. I pulled some strings and managed to get your itinerary for the trip home. I'm sure by now you realized you're not in a normal pod. Yes, this is one of those pods that were on the news, and no, nobody knows but you, me, and a buddy of mine who won't say a word. So, please, hon, enjoy yourself."

The red on the display looked straight at her, and the exhaustion in his gaze disappeared as he signed off. "I love you."

There was definitely something in the fluid filling her pod, because her eyes suddenly couldn't stop watering. "I love you too." Nalani whispered aloud as her fingers traced over where her lover's face had disappeared. She stood there quietly, shoulders shaking as she wept quietly, suddenly feeling so very, very alone.

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As it's occupant occupied herself with dealing with her own feelings, the pod finished filling up with the suspension liquid. The cougar never noticed the fluid slipping up and over her head, the fluid designed to allow occupants normal movement and breathing. She didn't flinch or twitch as a thin metal band was placed over her brow, the sensors immediately taking readings and analyzing data. The pod's processor immediately began lowering the oxygen content within the fluid, slowly so as to not alarm the distracted feline. When her brain scans indicated that she'd drifted off into blissful unconsciousness, the pod slowly brought the oxygen levels back up to normal and the jets pushed her into the center of the pod where she floated, finally resting.

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Well over twelve hours passed before Nalani's eyes started shifting beneath their lids, then fluttering open and stretching out as her brain started to reboot. She was still terribly sore from overworking herself but she at least felt halfway functional. Her eyes very slowly came into focus as she remembered the events leading up to her much-needed sleep. Having totally not cried her eyes out as she passed out, she was better able to deal with her situation. Her chest still throbbed as she thought of her husband, so very far away and alone, but she knew he loved her, despite their recent knockdown, drag-out fight. And she knew he knew she loved him. She still floated alone with her thoughts for some time, thinking of how they would make it up to each other when she saw him next, before her thoughts turned to the pod.

There was nothing she could do about patching up her marriage until she arrived; at the very least she could do as he wished and take advantage of his gift until then. She shifted about in the fluid, her feline grace meshing quite well with the zero-gravity sensation. From what she'd read about these pods, the fluid also didn't surprise her, though thinking about the technology at work made her start to hyperventilate when she realized she was breathing through fluid. As she thought about familiarizing herself with the pod's functions, a holographic display lit up before her eyes, seemingly floating a few inches before her muzzle.

Her hand drifted through the screen before she realized it was simply being projected in augmented reality. With a thought, the screen displayed the various categories of its functions. Intuitively, she browsed through the different menus, humming to herself and twitching her tail back and forth as she decided on what to try first. As much as she hated massages, her body screamed at her with every movement she made. Additionally, it's not like it would be some stranger with their paws on her body; if anything she expected it to be more like a jacuzzi than anything else. With another thought, she opened up the refreshments menu and ordered up a lime water.

The pod hummed as it processed her commands, the jets within gently pushing her to float slightly spread-eagled as a tube extended from one of the ports to offer her a straw-like tube. As she started to strain her neck to reach it the tube extended itself between her lips. She pulled on it and winced at the particularly strong lime taste, but before she could pull away the taste lessened until it was perfectly balanced to her taste. Her eyes widened at the speed at which the pod adjusted to her preferences. At about that time she felt a firm pressure press up against the small of her back and start to roll upwards. Nalani flinched at the touch, then shook herself internally. It may have felt like a pair of strong hands digging into her sore muscles but she remembered quickly that it was just the pod doing the work.

The feline did her best to relax into the pod's machinations, pressure sliding up and down her back and neck, jets simultaneously working at her limbs and soothing the sore muscles all over her body. After only a few moments, she couldn't help but groan at the relief she felt; she simply didn't realize how bad she was hurting until the pain started to fade away. She could almost feel herself drifting off in the pod's embrace yet again.

A few hours passed with the cougar just floating in the pod, jets pulsing and pressing on her, working her body back into some relative state of normalcy. Her lips pursed every now and then, pulling on the water feed, even as she drifted in relative unconsciousness. The pod continued its scan of her mental and physical state. It had been some time since there had been any significant change in its occupant's state and there were still problem areas that were causing her pain. The processor ran though it's algorithm before beginning to engage a new program.

Nalani didn't resist as the jets moved her about, rotating her so that she was in a semi-fetal position, her back straightening out for the pod to continue its work. She didn't notice as a few gel-like tendrils slipped beneath the hem of her business shirt and worked their way up her back, but she certainly noticed the sudden, deep pressure pressing in circles at her smaller back. Her limbs spasmed as she instinctively tried to get away from the lances of pain suddenly jolting through her.

The pod reacted quickly, more tendrils quickly shooting out of more nozzles to grasp at her arms and legs, quickly wrapping themselves around her and immobilizing her. Panic started to set in before the pressure suddenly alleviated on her back, the massage having worked out some rather deep knots. Her eyes nearly crossed in relief and she went limp in the tendrils' grasp. The pod's scanners continued to target her problem areas, the, let's face it, tentacles, along her back sliding along her body as they continued their work. She did her best to relax, but the pod kept her immobilized as she twitched instinctively with each new problem area the pod worked out.

Finally, after another hour or so of deep massage, the pod's scans showed that its occupant's body was no longer in any pain and was in fact in a rather deep state of relaxation. Now that it no longer needed to keep her still, the pod started to slide its tendrils from her fairly limp body.

Nalani's eyes fluttered open as she felt her limbs start to slip free, her gaze following the one slipping off of her arm and back into the nozzle it came from. A longing, fleeting thought slipped through her mind and was quickly caught by the pod's scan. The tentacle immediately stopped retracting and Nalani blinked in surprise. She wasn't sure what was happening, but the various tentacles that had been holding her in place suddenly shot back out, quickly grabbing at her limbs and roughly pulling her into a spread-eagle once again.

A gasp escaped her lips before she realized exactly what the pod had read from her mind. She'd shared with her husband long ago that one of her most wonderfully wettening kinks was tentacle porn; when the pod had released her, the submissive in her had quailed at being released so soon. Apparently the pod had reacted and read her subconscious desires, because even after pulling her as it willed, the pod released yet more tendrils, these darting for her clothes and starting to tug at them from within.

"Wait!" The cougar cried out suddenly, and the tentacles immediately froze in place. She had the sudden, horrifying image of arriving at her destination and climbing out of the pod completely naked save for a few shreds of clothing and the tentacles unwound themselves from her limbs but didn't retract past releasing her.

Nalani grinned as she very quickly, but very carefully disrobed in record time. Her clothes went flying about the pod's interior, a few smaller tendrils collecting them and depositing them in the corner. The curvy cougar floated, completely nude for a brief few moments, save for the hair clip keeping her fierce red hair tied up and out of the way. Her cheeks burned as the tentacles continued to simply float there, letting her languish in her nudity before they darted for her again, roughly and firmly jerking her about to resettle her in her previous spread position.

The tentacles hadn't even done anything to her aside from restrain and move her, but simply the feeling of being completely under their control had her insides twisting and tightening. The pod's scans continued to run as the tentacles continued, a handful of the free ones sliding up her legs and along her torso, covering her in a network of writhing, pulsing 'flesh'. They tightened about her, pressing through her fur and constricting her all the further, despite already being completely immobilized. The pulsation of the tentacles wrapped around her sent shivers down her spine, and she struggled against their grasp just enough to send another submissive thrill through herself, just enough to remind her of who or what was in control. The pod caught her action and tightened about her just a fraction more, reinforcing what she already knew.

She also knew that if she truly wanted to stop, the pod would immediately cease all action and release her, but her fantasy wasn't limited to being covered in tentacles binding her so that she couldn't twitch. The pod revealed it's knowledge of this fact as it craned her neck to gaze down her covered body, the slick feeling of the tentacles' ooze seeping past her fur and into her skin, degrading her psyche as she was used and molested all over.

The repositioning of her head suddenly made a lot more sense as right before her eyes a much thicker trio of tentacles slowly rose out of another set of nozzles, their pulsating seeming to inflate them for a brief moment each time, a thick squirt of fluid squelching from their tips each time in a milky white. Her eyes widened as they slowly approached her, the pod letting her see what was coming for her next, her heart racing as she thought frantically about what they were going to do to her.

She didn't have to wait long as a thing pair of tendrils grasped at her lips and pried her jaws open, the first of those phallic shapes quickly darting forward and sliding past her teeth to the back of her throat. Nalani immediately gagged as a hot, slimy blast of fluid soaked her throat, the tentacle inflating to fill her mouth and keep her from biting down or closing her jaw in any way.

Her eyes widened as she barely had time to register the new presence in her maw before her lips below similarly spread. Another fleeting thought shot through her mind and another AR screen popped up before her eyes, an internal camera showing a close-up of her own nethers, the rather intimidatingly thick tentacle there pressing at her folds, forcing them apart until the very tip was pressed at her quivering, already soaked entrance. Nalani's gaze glazed over just a little bit as she groaned as best she could into the tentacle occupying her mouth, the tip beneath and very nearly within her soaked her depths with its own fluids, the sheer pressure and proximity of the tip forcing a good jet of it inside of her while the rest stuck to her spread folds and soaked down her crotch in a thin coat of off-white. Her groan quickly turned into a muffled cry as she watched that tip, still spurting it's warm slickness against her suddenly shoot forward, burying itself a good few inches into her suddenly soaked, clutching passage.

Her toes curled in tight as she quivered in the tentacles' grasp, her body tensing from the rather sudden penetration, both tentacles starting to roughly thrust themselves into her, the one in her mouth splattering every surface within with its fluids, very quickly overflowing her cheeks and slopping messily from her lips to soak her cheeks and neck before it forced its way down her throat, the cougar's neck bulging as it was forced open by the intruder, another pulse visibly working its way up through her lips and down her throat to soak down that passage.

She barely had time to react to this new intrusion, eyes watering but still able to watch the AR screen show her close-ups of her own violation before she arched her back as best she could in the tentacles' grasp. A hot splash against her tailhole was the only, very brief, warning she received before that hole too was forced open, the screen changing to show both of her holes spread tightly open by identical tentacles, pulses of warm, slick fluid coursing through them before her very eyes before they disappeared into her body and she shuddered at the dual blasts of warmth that spread within her seconds later.

Her ears twitched and she blushed deeply as she heard the obscene squelching and shlicking coming from the tentacles as they had their way with her, the pod's interior echoing with her own muffled groans and the tentacles pulsating around and within her. Even as her eyes glazed over with completely unrestrained lust, her mind still caught the images playing out before her; every rough thrust of every tentacle burying themselves within her, every slow bulge of fluid creeping up before pausing at her entrance, forcing her open just a little bit more to admit it, then a flare of pleasure jolting through her as it blasted down deep within her.

The trapped feline couldn't help but continue to writhe and struggle within the tentacles' grasp; not that she truly wanted to escape but the sheer sensations building up within her making her spasm as she tried to express her pleasure in whatever way she could. The tentacles holding her tightened their grip a little more, another quiver of submission running up her spine before another jolt of pure delight answered it, the tentacles alternating their thrusts and changing up their tempos, never all forcing her open at once, yet never leaving her with less than two holes being firmly fucked into submission.

She quickly lost track of time as the tentacles had their very pleasurable way with her, the AR screen making sure she didn't miss a single moment of her nethers answering another heated blast of cream into their depths with clenching pulsations of their own, or of the tentacle in her rear pulling out just so she could watch the cream pour messily from her gaping behind before it lunged in to plug her back up and refill her with yet more, or of the second tentacle joining the first in her throat, their thrusts contorting her throat from the outside grotesquely, her stomach starting to feel heavy with their contributions.

She also quickly lost track of her orgasms, the first striking her quickly when her cunt had first been filled, only to redouble as the tentacles began to truly use her. She came again when her airway cut off for a few seconds as the sole tentacle in her throat at the time stayed buried deep to dump what felt like a thick, hot load of cum straight into her stomach. She knows she almost blacked out when both tentacles in her lower body suddenly forced themselves as deep as they could uncomfortably go before the AR screen locked on and showed them both thicken and pulse violently, several thick bulges quickly working their way up and forcing their way into her, thick blasts erupting deep in her guts and right up against her womb simultaneously, not stopping until the successive blasts were forcing the previous ones to splatter very messily and very noisily from both of her holes, and even then continuing until her crotch was so soaked and dripping with milky white that she had to use the tentacles themselves for reference.

Throughout her ordeal, Nalani writhed and groaned and shuddered against the tentacles, her fingers long since clenched shut and knuckle-white as she could so nothing but take everything the pod gave her. And it gave her exactly what she wanted. Her eyes glazed over and stayed completely distant, her body shivering in climax after climax even as her brain shut down from overload. Brief flashes of consciousness let her know that the tentacles kept working at her even as she zoned out, every moment filled with the slick slurping of thick, writhing tentacles violating a very, very willing cougar.

The pod injected its occupant with a light adrenaline shot to fully wake her to cognizance hours later, her fur long-since soaked from head to knee in thick, off-white spooge, her holes beaten into gaping submission yet still weakly clenching now and then at their masters. Her slowly awakening mind shuddered in shame and deep, deep pleasure at how well used she looked, the AR screen giving her a wonderful view of the fluids still dripping from her every well-fucked orifice, still stuffed to overly full with at least two tentacles a piece pulsing and gently writhing about, buried deep inside of her. She wondered why the pod woke her up before releasing her if it was done, but before she could follow that train of thought, the tentacles suddenly and violently came to life, each of those holding her suddenly gripping her almost painfully tight, those inside of her pistoning in and out of her already sore orifices and thickening yet further, making her body nearly scream in protest at the sudden new stretching. Her eyes widened, the surprise escalation of the pod's thorough fucking of her poor, broken-in body wrenching her with her hardest orgasm yet, her passages both clenching down as tight as they weakly could on their intruders who simply forced their way through, fucking her straight through her climax and into another, and another, and another, until the cougar's eyes rolled back into her head and she was fucked straight into unconsciousness. The last thing Nalani could remember, before her final chain orgasm turned off her brain, was obscene bulges travelling down the length of every tentacle, even those wrapped around her, forcing her to stretch around each of their girths before they soaked her down outside and bloated her out insides with veritable firehoses of steaming hot cum. The pressure built up quickly within her until she felt something deep in her gut give way and hot tentacle juice geysered into her womb from her over-pressurized passage. In only a brief pulse or two, she watched on the AR screen as her womb began to bulge obscenely from her belly, a similar one growing from her stomach as the tentacles in her throat filled her up from that end. Even still, the pressure in her womb and stomach both began to quickly strain her limits; just before they crossed the threshold into pain, every tentacle buried within her quickly and smoothly slipped free, leaving her lips pursed in a lewd, stretched 'O', the AR screen showing her tailhole and sex in a very similar gaping situation before the tentacles let out a few last, heavy blasts each, giving her crotch and face one last thick, heavy cumbath. Her vision quickly whitened out before she clenched her eyes shut, that final degrading act sending her already pleasure-wracked body into its final, mind-breaking climax.

The pod's scans revealed that its occupant was in a deep, deep sleep and very, very comfortable despite her body's obvious soreness. It considered cleaning her up but the next scan revealed her dreams to be a very similar continuation of what had just transpired. Instead, the pod firmed up the gel Nalani was floating in, locking her in place, completely soaked within and without with hot spooge, her gaping holes still sloppily leaking white cream as she gently writhed, still enjoying the pod's pleasures even in her dreams.