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Trisha had thought that product testing for the recently announced Mars mission would be a once in a lifetime experience. She had the chance to set aside her models and rocket simulation games and get her hands on some real space tech. But for all the excitement, the vixen found the process boring: fill out medical history form 1024-A, sign waiver 08-B, state again and again that yes she understands the risks, be poked, prodded, weighed, measured, remeasured in case anything changed, and then finally, FINALLY, she got to see what she came for.

And all it was was a sleek, black, rectangular pod. A sleep-unit the guys had called it. They hadn't worked out the kinks in true suspended animation, so instead of freezing you or whatever they did, this thing just kept you in a drugged semi-conscious state so you didn't feel the passage of time. Plus it came with a state-of-the-art entertainment system, complete with a mind-reading device that would put on whatever you most desired to see.

The vixen's tail was twitching in anticipation. It might be years before a mind-reading system like that was commercially available, and she got to try it now. She would be the envy of all her friends. And on top of everything, she would get paid for the chance to try it out.She couldn't sign her name fast enough.

So when the doctors asked her to remove all her clothes, even though she'd only ever been naked with her boyfriend before, she stripped so fast her claws left holes in her shirt.

After that, she had to fit into a tight latex catsuit. It took a lot of wriggling and help from the doctors, and in the end it left her normally thick, luxurious tail looking like a deflated balloon. Still, the suit looked nice and she wished she could have taken some pictures of it to show to her boyfriend, who would have loved the sleek and shiny curves it had. Once she had adjusted to the suit, the doctors had to add in some "sanitization" probes, one in her sex, the other under her tail. The doctors were very apologetic about their size, but she rolled her eyes within the suit: her boyfriend had been in both holes and was far bigger than either of the probes. Last of all, they added a feeding tube into her muzzle, and to complete the erotic fixation that had been growing in her mind between the suit and her boyfriend, she giggled at the mental image of her boyfriend feeding her his own "protein shakes". She gave a playful suckle on the feeding tube and decided that it did feel rather phallic.

A few moments later, it started to get hard for her to think. The doctors were telling her something about drugs that would help calm her, but she really didn't care all that much. She wavered on her feet, having to be supported by several strong arms.

Then, to the fox's delight, the entertainment system kicked in. The part of the suit over her eyes contained a built-in video screen, and the part over her ears had speakers, and they were showing her episodes of her favorite sitcom. She watched and laughed while her body was manipulated by those around her.

Trisha was gently lowered into the pod. She rested on her back, knees drawn up against her chest, elbows at her side, hands limp by her shoulders. Her earlier sexual thoughts returned for a moment, and she thought her boyfriend really would love seeing her in all this kinky gear in such a compromising position.

There was a thump and a hiss and a popping in her ears as the lid closed and the pressure adjusted itself. Then she was floating on nothing, enjoying her favorite show and smiling at the jokes. She was too relaxed now to even giggle. She could hardly even follow the plot, what little plot there was.

In the corner of the screen, she could see a number slowly ticking down. It currently read 6:23:46:15. She thought for a bit about what it might mean, found thinking too hard to do, and went back to watching her show.

At 6:23:35:00, she felt a tingle all along her body, her muscles clenching and relaxing and clenching and relaxing without her thinking to do it. It felt really weird, but she found she liked it, the sensations fascinating. She had an instinctual reaction to write about it in her blog, but she could not hold that thought in her mind for more than a few seconds.

At 6:23:30:00, the screen flashed a message saying, "Exercise routine complete. All vital signs within acceptable levels."

At 6:23:00:00, after another episode of her favorite sitcom, she tasted her first meal. It was liquid and sweet and she sucked along the not-quite-phallus for each little drop. As the last drop landed on her tongue, she felt a strange sensation from the two plugs filling her down below, like she was being rinsed clean from the inside out.

"Feeding and Cleansing cycle complete. All vital signs within acceptable levels."

The sensations in her nethers tickled at her arousal again, but those feelings were buried by the show on the screen. She was having too much fun to care about sex; but once there was a lull as the credits rolled, her idle thoughts drifted back to her boyfriend and how much he'd like to see her like this. And that got her excited.

After the credits, a new show started up, this time a porno. Trisha marveled at how easily the entertainment system knew what she wanted to watch. The porno wasn't terribly interesting, but it was sexy, with a good looking girl and an even better looking guy having fun on the couch, with the girl (a wolverine) giving head to the guy (a wolf, like her boyfriend). Trisha found herself sucking wantingly on the tube in her muzzle, wishing for a moment she were back home.

The screen flickered a message of "Furthering entertainment protocols" and then she felt a dull buzzing between her legs, which ramped up to an enjoyable vibration. Then the two probes between her thighs began to piston in and out in a mock thrusting motion. Even the tube in her muzzle was moving, and with each press inward, she felt something salty squirt onto her tongue, and she swallowed happily as she fantasized.

It was bliss, just raw, undiluted pleasure, to float there without a care in the world, watching the wolverine deep-throat the wolf's entire shaft (knot and all) and basking in the attentions of the machine. It was as good as sex. No, better than sex. There were no expectations, no mistakes, no concerns about being overheard by her neighbors.

Only it wasn't enough. She wanted more.

On cue, the vibrations and thrusting sped up, reading her desires. She could once again feel that strange tingling as her muscles were forced to contract and relax, but this time the contractions were isolated around her sex, and god it felt good.

Trisha couldn't move much in the tight confines of the pod, but that didn't mean she couldn't try. She tried grinding her hips into the sensations, wriggling any way she could. The vixen let out a contented moan as the thrusting tube hit an excellent spot within her sex. She squirmed harder trying to make it hit that spot again.

The screen flickered to the message "Oxygen usage above acceptable levels. Applying additional calming techniques." Trisha smelled something sharp and bitter as new drugs were added to her air supply, calming her even further and making even the littlest bit of squirming hard to do. She could feel orgasm slipping away despite being so close.

The drugs affected her body only, not her mind. She still wanted that orgasm, even if it was becoming harder and harder to achieve by the moment. As her desire burned brighter than ever, the vibrations and thrusting sped up yet again. That, combined with the electric contractions in her sex, made her feel like she was being ridden by the horniest and most well-hung stallion in existence. Climax felt more necessary and less possible than ever before. Trisha gave a feral whine of need.

The screen flickered.

"Stress above acceptable levels. Enforcing relaxation protocols."

Trisha didn't care about what the stupid entertainment system was saying. She just wanted sex. Her ears perked within the suit as she thought she heard someone whispering into them, but the words were too quiet to make out. Not about sex. Boring. She didn't pay any more attention to them.

The screen blinked suddenly, as if it had lost power, but no it was just changing what it was showing: still a porno, but now instead of a wolverine and wolf on a couch, it showed a vixen (a red vixen just like her, Trisha thought), naked and tied at various points into what almost looked like a dentist's chair. Between the vixen's lewdly spread legs was a dildo attached to a device which slipped it in and out of her with mechanical precision. The vixen on screen was being tended to by an ocelot who would hold a vibe against the vixen's clit until the vixen was just about ready to cum, and would then pull it away.

This really wasn't Trisha's kind of porn. It was only reminding her of her own predicament and how frustrated she was.

The screen seemed to be having problems. Strange colors danced around the images of the frustrated vixen. They were very nice colors though, Trisha thought, very pretty and relaxing. If she had been more cognizant, she might have recognized that the pod was inducing a hypnotic trance in her.

The voice in her ears was louder now. She could have made out the words if she wanted to, but the voice told her she didn't want to, so she didn't.

She wanted to keep watching the porno instead. It was growing on her. When the vixen on screen was pulled back from orgasm, Trisha felt a surge of happiness She wasn't sure why it felt so good, but the voice told her it would, so it did. Each time the vixen on screen was denied, the surge or happiness grew stronger and stronger, just like the voice said it would.

The more Trisha watched the video, the more she wanted to see of it. She wanted to watch the vixen get teased and edged and denied over and over again, and she wanted to be teased and edged and denied herself. The vibrations against her clit and the thrusting probes were keeping her always near orgasm, just like she wanted, but were also keeping her just beneath the pleasure needed to climax, just like she wanted (thanks to the voice in her ears).

It was bliss, pure bliss.

And it was going to last another 6 days, 22 hours, and 16 minutes.