Dodging Dismantlement
#2 of Comfort Transports
Dodging Dismantlement
By: Pyros Byrnur
The disassembly of the 0063's is halted for a holiday; a female worker takes advantage of the situation.
Disclaimer: Don't read unless you're 18 or 21 depending on your living situation. Don't read if you're offended by the thought of a female dragon with boobies getting humped by tentacles. Otherwise enjoy, and as always, constructive criticism is appreciated!
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The machinery of the disassembly plant was nearly overwhelming; the various clangs and the grinding of gears nearly deafening to any without proper protection. It was around a month after the SP-0063 scandal; a high-up business executive had arrived back at Tierma after a 2 week journey within one of the new 0063's. The dragoness inside was so dangerously bloated with what seemed to be some derivation of the pod's gel that she had to be immediately rushed to the hospital. It had taken the physicians two full days to slowly drain her obscenely inflated body back to a decently normal size. Surprisingly enough, the doctors found that the dragoness was quite healthy, and as a side effect from her experience within the pod, her once lithe form now had an odd ability to stretch, at least internally.
To the vast disappointment of many dragons, once the 'dangers ' of using such versatile comfort pods had been made public, numerous influential non-dragons that were visiting Tierma at the time demanded that the SP-0063 line be immediately dismantled. After a week of legal battles, Comfort Transports caved in to the pressure and issued a recall on all 0063 models of the Ecstasy line. These pods were then taken to several factories throughout Tierma where they would be dismantled, and their parts recycled for future models.
Cray worked at one such plant. Though most of the dismantling was done by machine, workers were needed to maintain the machines, receive and send out shipments, and basically man the factory. Cray was a young red, her spiraled horns spanned out wide behind her snout, curling around to end in a blunted tip just below her eyes. The scales canvassing her body glittered like a sea of tiny rubies, shifting back and forth in waves with her every movement. The scales slowly turned more brilliant, yet miniscule as it approached her throat and belly, the little-gem-like scales blending perfectly into a hide-like pattern of bright orange.
The young dragoness was one of the few managers that worked in the factory, but she still dressed in the same dark blue jumpsuits that everyone else did. Unlike the other worn down, overworked dragons, she managed to make it look good. Cray was a bit of an opportunist; when she saw something she could use to her advantage, she went for it. This method of scratching and crawling her way upwards had dug her out of the slums, got her a decent job working at the Comfort Transports factory, garnered her a quick promotion to manager, and allowed her to now live in relative comfort.
After hearing about the company's unpopular decision, as well as the 'experience' that the dragoness at the center of the scandal had been put under, she couldn't help but 'lose' a model into her office's backroom. She had to wait until the workers had all gone home one night, using the excuse of catching up on work so as not to arouse suspicion. Once everyone else had left, she snuck down to where the remaining models were awaiting disassembly, loaded one onto a dolly, and stored it in her backroom. It took her an extra week to get the materials to soundproof the room, set new locks on it, and acquire a portable generator for the pod's operation. Once she had everything, it only took her a few hours to get the pod hooked up and ready.
The moment she'd finished installing the pod in her new little private room, Cray had been anxious to try out the pod's 'comforts'. However, work continued to get in the way. Machines would break down, she would have to mediate between arguing workers, tend to paperwork, etc. She soon began to become frustrated; it seemed like she'd never get the chance to experience the pod for herself.
To her surprise, a local holiday she'd never heard of, which celebrated the fertility of the land which the factory had summarily ruined, was coming up. To her even greater delight, a fellow manager was nice enough to let her know that the holiday lasted for over a week, and the company was generous enough to allow their employees to take the week off. Cray's eyes lit up like a fusion core going critical when she heard this. She took the few days left before the holiday to gather some food, which she stocked the pod with, and worked extra hard to make sure that all of her work for the upcoming week was done. The sheer amount of paperwork she had to do made the remaining time speed by, and soon enough the holiday was upon her.
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The moment the last worker left, Cray ensured that the factory was properly locked down, then went up to her office, locked it as well, turned out the lights, slipped into her modified backroom, and locked the door behind her. With all the factory machines shut down, and the work floor devoid of all life and general movement, the entire complex seemed eerily quiet. The only noises that could be heard was the faint hum of energy coming from the pod that stood before her, sides left wide open like a metallic coffin, despite the faint interior glow coming from within.
Cray could feel the butterflies fluttering around within her belly; nervousness and excitement sending tingles through every inch of her body. The young red could merely stand and stare at the amazing piece of technology before her, imagining exactly what she would have it do to 'comfort' her. She stood there for a few more moments, reverently basking in the warm glow of the pod's luminescent lighting, before she started to make her final preparations.
The red moved around to the back of the pod and knelt near its engine nacelles, running her claws over the smooth surface before she ran across the small indentation of a control panel. Her claws slipped smoothly in between, prying the left-open panel so that she could ensure that she completely disabled the engines and the lift-off protocol. While she fully intended on enjoying the pod, she most certainly didn't want to burn down her workplace!
After making her last checks, Cray moved to stand before the pod again. She let out a soft sigh and reached up to the neck zipper of her jumpsuit. Taking her time, she slowly drew the zipper straight down her front, revealing the flat belly and perk breasts previously constrained within. With a gentle shrug, the jumpsuit slipped from her body to puddle at the floor around her clawed toes. Carefully stepping from her shed clothing, Cray began to climb into the waiting pod. It took little time for her to clamber inside and lay back against the heated, gel-filled backing of the pod. She couldn't help but let out a relaxing sigh; even the warmth and texture of the pod's padding made her feel immensely comfortable. "No wonder these things are so damned expensive..." Cray thought to herself as she ran her paws along the spacious interior.
Completing her exploration of the interior, the dragoness at last keyed in the command for launching the pod. With an almost inaudible hiss, the doors to the pod shut tight, white air hissing from the hinges as it sealed itself shut, trapping Cray within. She felt slightly claustrophobic, but quickly overcame any such fears of being trapped within as the pod began to fill with a buffer of traveling gel. The warm, slick liquid slowly engulfed her body, from the feet up, gently coursing along her scales, clinging to any dirt and dissolving it, the light churning of the gel buffing and polishing every inch of her form. She smiled to herself and laid back against the back of the pod, closing her eyes as the gel filled the pod, climbing up her lengthy body and encasing her in the wonderful liquid.
Just as the gel slid over her snout, she felt a very gentle caress over her forehead. When she reached up, she found that a small band that was humming lightly with energy had been pressed over her head. Cray had read the manuals about the pod's features ahead of time and knew that the band would read both her conscious and unconscious thoughts in order to find how to best please and comfort her during her 'trip'. She decided to test it out, and with a rather clear, coherent thought, the holoscreen flicked on, and her favorite holodrama was playing. Her eyes widened a bit; this episode wasn't due to show for another two weeks! Apparently Comfort Transports had managed to bargain with the producers for future episodes just for these pods! With a small shake of her head the thoughts at the sheer amount of enjoyment she'd get from the pod, beyond what she'd originally planned, made her giggle with happiness.
Cray took a few hours to enjoy a few shows and movies; she was in no hurry, as she knew she was going to be left utterly alone in the factory for well over a week, so she had all the time she could possibly want to explore the pod's features. She shifted around a bit within the pod, her attention soon wandering from the next holomovie that was playing to what she should try next. Her mind went through numerous ideas, not yet wanting to mimic the dragoness she'd heard about quite yet, intent on saving it for last. Instead, she decided a nice, full body massage would help her relax, and help set the mood for her later 'play'. After a half-second, the mind band read her conscious command and began to adjust the pod's settings.
Cray gasped as the gel around her suddenly warmed a few more degrees, the consistency of the fluid thickening around her. The slick goop started to stick to her scales, conforming to her body and making it seem as if she were completely coated in a little 'buffer' from the rest of the gel. Within a moment, the entire buffer started to vibrate around her, shaking her very gently within it, working loose every knot and tightened bundle of muscles that the stress of her work and the anxiety she had about the pod had created. Cray couldn't help but let out a low, long "mrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh" of contentment, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling of her body completely relaxing, every worry and care she previously had just melting away beneath the gel's motions.
Soon though, the pod turned it up just a little more, activating jets similar to a Jacuzzi that blasted all around her. The buffer absorbed a great deal of the force, translating the blasts of directed, compressed air into the firm pressure of ghostly paws pressing and kneading at various points on her body. The dragoness within started to squirm within the pod, her limbs twitching a bit involuntarily as the jets methodically swept up and down her body. She felt a little uncomfortable as the 'paws' slid along her body, grabbing, gripping, and along some parts of her body, even groping at her.
As the massage continued, the occasional pressure over her breasts, the vibrations along her rump, and the teasing along her slit began to build a burning need deep within her. Each time the jets pressed the warm, squishy gel against her slowly moistening mons, Cray flinched and let out a little pleading whimper. As minutes passed, her cunt started to heat up with her desire, heating the gel pressed against it, making each jet across her groin arouse her that much more. It created a cycle of heat that could only end in one way. Soon enough, Cray lost herself in the pod's teasings, all sense of being encased in a huge, hollow chunk of metal slipping away before her still mounting arousal. It didn't take much longer for the pod's mind band to recognize her lustful needs, and the jets adjusted themselves to accommodate her.
The gel around Cray's breasts were the first to change, the intricate pattern of jets paying special attention, making it feel as if paws were grasping at her floating tits, teasing along her areolas, making them perk quickly. Another set of blasts made it feel as if another set of paws were stroking along her rump, gently gripping the cheeks and offering a small squeeze. The gel along the dragoness' sex firmed up a bit and ran up and down both sides of her slit, teasing her entrance by spreading her folds for a brief moment and running a 'finger' over her clit. The rest of the jets ran automatically along her body, no longer massaging rather than caressing and stroking to help her relax and enjoy the teasing.
Cray was in bliss, the wonderful teases arousing her as if several furres were entirely devoted to her pleasure. She was far from silent, her throat vibrating with the constant little pleased noises that she kept stuttering out. The pinches and squeezes to her breasts began to become more firm and insistent as her arousal continued to grow, teasing her nipples into hardening painfully. The 'paws' at her ass started to grip firmly, taking each cheek and kneading it back and forth, spreading them wide to let a 'finger' graze along her virgin tailslit, making her arch her back and groan out in surprise, her tail flagging a bit instinctively. The jets let out a series of short, quick blasts, slowly and gently spreading her legs wide, fully exposing her puffy, dripping slit. The naughty position she was guided into made Cray desperate for the teasing to end, desperate for something to fill the emptiness between her legs.
Within seconds, the pod responded by hardening a thick, flexible rod and lining it up between her legs. In Cray's mind, she felt another furre join her private little orgy, the male's thick shaft lining up between her spread legs and teasing her with his massive tip. The firm, dripping head slid up and down her soaked cunt, lubricating her even more. From the feeling of the male's size, she was going to need it; the tip alone felt like it was the size of her fist! Cray gasped as the gel-dildo slid between her sex lips, the mixture of her juices and the gel lube barely letting it fit within her. The dragoness squirmed in the grasp of the many paws manipulating her body as the male slid into her further, over two inches before she felt her entrance close a little bit. She gasped again, realizing that the nearly-bursting feeling she was getting from between her legs was only from his head! After a moment of letting the female adjust to the size of the head, more of the shaft was fed into her, inch by engorged inch spreading her depths, stretching her inner walls to their very limits.
It didn't take long, and soon enough the 'tip' pressed against Cray's virginity. She barely had enough time to whimper before the male stole it from her, his cock plowing straight through it. Her back arched as she cried out her pain, the many paws on her body squeezing and teasing her sensitive areas to soothe her. The paws at her nipples flicked the erect nubs, the 'finger' at her tailbud gently pressing inside, distracting her with the feeling of being filled from both ends, her insides feeling utterly packed with flesh. The thick maleness within her started to rock back and forth, pulling her away from the pain of her newly deflowered cunt by filling her with pleasure instead, pulling back a bit to leave her with a deep, empty feeling, only to slide back inside of her, inching deeper between her legs each time.
Cray spread her legs wider as she felt her insides stretch around the thrusting rod within her, the pressure of its presence increasing as it slid deeper into her, rising higher along her belly, a slight bulge tenting out her smooth belly, slipping up and down her front with each thrust. She let out little moans and whimpers as the male took her, her cunt utterly drenched with her fluids, the tight seal her body made around the engorged cock keeping the pre she felt filling her belly within her canal. Her sex clenched down tight, massaging and gripping at the thick invader within her, squeezing down extra tight when the male pulled away from her, and relaxing as best as it could upon his reentry, letting him fit just a little more of himself into her.
Glancing down, Cray's eyes went a bit wide when she realized that there was no male filling her, and blushed when she realized she'd not only lost her virginity to an automated travel pod, but that she'd found yet another way to use pod's comfort systems. She watched as that bulge in her belly worked it's way up and down her front, grunting and shuddering with every movement that wonderful gel cock made within her. "Ohhh... Godssss... uuhhnn... ghh.... Fuuuuuckk..." Trembles started to wrack her body, her limbs twitching as she started to spasm, the pleasure of being so filled, with more and more hardened gel stuffing her started to work her towards her first climax. She writhed on the massive dildo impaling her, a paw coming down to press over her belly, feeling the thrusting from the outside, that bulge quickly pulling back and almost disappearing from her body before it slammed back in, stretching her even more. At least a good foot of thick 'cock' was within her by now, and from the looks of things, there was a good deal more to come still.
Closing her eyes, Cray lost herself in her fantasy again, bucking her hips up to help the 'male' slam himself between her legs. Groaning aloud, she reached down and pulled up her knees so that her thighs folded over her belly, letting the 'male' slam his hips down against her upturned cheeks. She couldn't help but whimper as another few inches were quickly worked into her, the cock stuffing her quickly now as if the male could sense her impending orgasm, intent on filling her body completely before she came. It was going to be close though; Cray could already feel the first twinges of an orgasm coming upon her, her walls quivering around the huge dildo within her, her body starting to spasm as the pleasure start to rush her.
Suddenly the gel-cock shoved the rest of itself within her, another few inches filling her belly quickly, the massive tip bashing against her cervix, straining the poor entrance. Faux balls slapped against Cray's rump, a warm pressure against her hips to simulate the feeling of a male's hips against her own. Cray arched her back, screaming out her delight at being stuffed so suddenly, her sex clenching down on the maleness within her, femmecum geysering from between her legs, diluting the gel around her with the taste and scent of her orgasm. She writhed and groaned aloud, her paws barely able to keep a hold of her legs as she came around the massive shaft impaling her nearly entirely.
Cray was desperate to feel the cock within her fill her womb with her first seed. Her voice trembling, she groaned out, "P... please... ghh... f... ahhhhHHh... fill... nnnGghhHh... MEEE!!!" The pod quickly complied, hollowing out the gel dildo within her and pumping it full of a thinner, yet creamier derivative of the regular gel. Within a few seconds, Cray could feel the invader within her thicken forebodingly, the tip suddenly letting loose a thick, heavy spray of 'seed' against her cervix, the creamy cum quickly filling her canal, the sheer pressure forcing a large amount of it to start dribbling from her sorely spread cuntlips, the whitish gel dribbling down her rumpcheeks messily.
The pod's 'cock' slowly pulled back from within her, sliding a few inches free before it slammed back in, rocking the dragoness's body and causing her breasts to bounce lewdly, building up a small rhythm as it continued to pump thick gel into her overflowing body, much of the white 'cum' sticking to her thighs and crotch. Cray's eyes remained clenched tightly shut, the motions keeping her on that sexual high for quite some time. It was several long minutes of heavy humping until the pod even began to slow down, the dragoness' slit dribbling messily, her rump a mess of a mixture of the pod's 'cum' and her own juices. The thick gel buffer around her kept much of it contained around her, the puddle simply spreading along her rump and up her back, effectively sealing her in her own sticky fluids.
After a few minutes passed, Cray let her eyes slowly ease open, her body still tingling from her wonderful experience. She smiled widely, her lips curling in a massive grin as she looked down and saw the results of her first sexual experience. From the videos she'd seen on the extranet, she was quite proud of herself. In fact, from the bulge the still-embedded 'cock' made within her belly, she was extremely proud of how much she was able to hold. Though... it did make her wonder how much she could hold if she ended up like the dragoness she'd heard about... With that thought in mind, the devious little red began to run innumerable naughty scenarios through her head, thinking of all the porn holovids that she could personally recreate within the pod...
Unbeknownst to her, the pod was still actively scanning her mind, and as she thought, it began to store these scenarios for use in the extremely near future. After the 20th or so scenario, the pod began to run through its queue; the 'cock' within the dragoness suddenly thickening and growing wickedly knobby ridges all along itself, the ridges digging deeply into her walls as it jerked back slightly, yet suddenly. Cray's eyes flew wide open, her mouth going agape as she spasmed, her sex squeezing down tight around the dildo. She grunted aloud as it started to make small, quick jerks within her, the jets firing to move her knees up to her chest once again, the feeling of hips slamming against her upturned rump returning. The feeling of a swollen knot at the base of the 'cock' ramming into her over and over again, and the 'talons' gripping her legs made her realize what was happening. She was being 'bred' by the studly dragon in the first holovid that she'd thought of!
Over the course of the next half hour or so, the jets maneuvered the dragoness into numerous positions; flipping her around onto all-fours and pulling back on her horns as she was pounded from behind, then lifting her so that she was free-floating with her legs dangling in the air, the jets lifting and lowering her quickly as if the male was bouncing her in his lap. She came several times during this ordeal, her juices staying within the little gel layer around her, coating her entire body in her own creamy fluids. Finally, she was bent over, the ridged 'cock' being rammed down her throat before it thickened up suddenly, the ridges visible from the outside as it pumped a heavy, thick load of creamy 'dragon seed' into her belly. Cray gagged a bit, whimpering submissively as her belly was filled to the brim, and then some. Faux-cum gushed from her widely spread jaws, only to be caught by the buffer of gel around her face, and splashed back right over her snout. As the pod continued to pump cum into her belly, her face was coated in layers and layers of extremely convincingly creamy seed; each blast was pressed into her scales, soaking her down to her very skin.
Over the next few hours, the cycle would continue. The pod would give Cray time to rest for a few minutes before it ran through the next item on her list of sexual fantasies; the dragoness being bent into every position she could imagine, fucked by every kind of creature that she'd ever seen, often enough at the same time. Every hole was filled over and over again by thick, lengthy cocks and overloaded with their creamy, sticky loads. Even when she passed out, the pod only let her rest enough so that when she woke she'd be able to completely feel its motions and enjoy them to their fullest.
As she was pounded through every fantasy she'd had in the past few years, Cray completely lost track of time. The entire weeklong holiday passed without her noticing, and as workers came back to work after their own drunken celebrations, the dragoness was writhing in the very tentacles that she was hoping to be taken advantage of from the start, her belly already obscenely stretched from all the 'cum' pooling in her guts, belly, and womb, her hide stained in every color of the rainbow. With the first knocks on her office door, she cried aloud as she spasmed violently, her sex clenching down on the half-dozen or so tentacles that were buried deeply within her. The pod reacted by spraying her down with its umpteenth load of specialized gel. The workers shrugged off their manager's absence, writing it off as the uptight female being on vacation; as a result, Cray's vacation extended well past her intended time... it would be nearly a month before the management came to investigate her 'disappearance'.
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Hah, finally pounded it out. xD I'm back, sorta. I realized that I'd been pretty dead for about a year, and this has been sitting around for a few months, so I finished it up. I've been getting my life in order and such, lost a mate, gained a new one, quit WoW, got a social life, met new furs, got a new job... I'm happy for the first time in a long time. ?
Happy Holidays to all,
Pyros
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