Christine's folly
Note, Christine is an anthro dolphin herm (refers to themselves as female). Monique is an anthro skunk female. Both are from the Flexible Survival world.
Cerine's character, under a psudonym, goes on a rescue mission!
In the Flexible Survival world.
A distress call comes via Christine's comms, after having finally extracting herself from her friend, Monique's house, 'Help needed at old toy factory!' comes the message.
"Oh no don't tell me someone's wandered in there..." she squeaks to herself, scribbling out a quick note to her lover and slipping it under the door so she'll know just where she is before she checks her gear and starts making her way there, the dolphin squeaking a little as she runs along.
The directions on the girl's nav unit lead her to the factory. No signs proclaim what kind of toys, but there is an overturned semi that has 'Lou's Latex' stenciled on the side of it's huge liquid-carrying trailer. The big double doors are slightly open but no light spills from inside.
Christine reaches for a small flashlight she keeps in her back, holding it in one hand as the other reaches for the laser pistol, trying to be cautions as she walks towards the dark entrance. "Hello? I heard somebody was in trouble here"
Silence comes from inside, but the 'phin girl's nav beeps loudly to announce she has reached her destination.
"Well, this is definitely the place" she squeaks to herself, flicking on the light and cautiously venturing in.
The inside is silent, dark, the beam from the flashlight flickers over heavy machinery, dormant since P day. Of course, human nature is to shine the light around, but people rarely ever look directly up, where there is a pair of mechanical arms, moving silently.
Christine does shine it up, just a little bit in case there's any walkways around. The dolphin stepping slowly into the factory as she looks for any signs of the person in trouble.
As the torch arcs up, the arms dart away, silently. A blinking light can be seen, on a control panel, about twenty feet away.
Not seeing anything else worth investigating, the dolphin squeaks over to look at the blinking control panel, a little curious but this is also the first sign of anything since she set foot inside the building.
As she shines her light down onto the console, the first thing that catches her eye is something big and purple. Sitting on top of the control panel, is one of the biggest dildos the dolphin has ever seen. In the moment she can snatch her vision from it, however, she would notice that the blinking light has 'Standby power' written beside it, a key further down suddenly turns, all on it's own, to the 'operate' notch.
"Operate? No wait hang on...." she squeaks to herself, rather intimidated by the massive dildo before she reaches to try and stop the machine, theorizing to herself that if it turns on there might be someone injured on...whatever this thing is.
The arms, hovering just behind her, grab hold of her upper arms, pulling them above her and lifting her from the ground. Quickly swinging her around, they drop her onto a moving conveyor. The first thing the girl would notice, is that her feet are firmly stuck to the belt by something, the second, of course, is that she is approaching the first machine.
"Ngh! Ahh what the heck is this?!" she squeaks, tugging against the arms as they pull her own above her head and lift her up, causing her to drop her flashlight but keep her pistol, which fires off a few shots at one of the arms before she's dropped onto the belt, where she finds her legs firmly stuck, but not for lack of trying to pull them off of the moving device.
Beside the girl, on the conveyor, are dildos. They look quite large to the girl, and as she approaches the first machine she can see it pick up each one, press it into something and, seemingly, take a mold of it. All too soon she is the next thing on the conveyor and, rather than picking her up and moving her to the machine, it lifts the mold maker over and, pulling her coat away, it clamps down around her shaft, a tingling pressure building before relaxing as it releases, a perfect pattern of the 'phin girl's cock in the mold. The assembly line rolls on.
Her eyes are wide as she sees the machine taking molds of what's on it, worried that she'll be next before she finds her gear being stripped away, her packs strapped onto her coat rather than her body and before she can try and fend anything off, there's the sensation of something clamping around her hard shaft before it pulls away, leaving her quite confused and curious as to what the machine needed a mold of her cock for...
In front of the girl, just out of her reach, the mold is placed and, as she advances to the next machine, she could watch arms reach down, pick it up, and place it under a nozzle. A quick squirt later and a new, perfect copy of the 'phin's shaft is made and popped free of the mold, before it goes back and is used twice more, the three perfect copies of 'her' lay now on the belt as it moves toward a new machine, one that reads 'quality control'.
Christine squirms a little, trying to free herself as she watches the replicas of her cock move on, trying to free herself from this setup if she can by aiming her pistol if she still has a good grip on it.
The machines seem to not really care about the pistol, the beam from it likely unable to do any real damage to the heavy machinery. The next machine seems to reach for all three toys, picking them up in various limbs and, as the 'phin moves closer, start moving in on her, their intent to put them into her quite obvious.
She squirms at that, shaking her head and twisting as she works on freeing her feet so she can dive off of this thing! The dolphin girl blushing quite heavily at the thought of replicas of her own cock being forced into her, and the laser pistol flashes out a few more times, trying to hit the conveyor.
Only one beam contacts with the conveyor, and, luckily, the machine seems built to take high heat and doesn't even look affected. The girl's laser pistol chirps, however, to warn her of low charge. The chirp is quite a distraction, and more of one than the machine's needed. All at once, the toys are shoved into her slit and rear, tail being pushed out of the way, thrust in until they hilt. Just as the girl would open her beak to gasp, the third is likewise, pressed past her lips.
Christine shakes her head, struggling to spit the toy out as the tip of it presses past her lips, muffled, she groans as the other two hilt inside her and she's left trying to flick her tail and force them both out of her body with her movements.
The arms bend and move as she does, not really letting her twist away from them and, as the one in her mouth hilts as well, a light flashes before her, 'Activating modules' and she could feel a light tingling, as if mild electricity is passed through the toys. The arms release and at that moment, just before Christine could bring her arms around to try and remove them, all three toys begin to wriggle and squirm, burrowing just a little deeper and starting to vibrate.
That gets a muffled groan from the dolphin, trying to move her arms to get at the toys as the steady vibrations of them cause them to wiggle that bit deeper into her stretchy rubber body, leaving her whining and trying not to let them get in deep enough that they'll slip inside her all the way.
It's far too late, the toys having burrowed in far enough to not be retrievable, the one in her throat pushing down a little and pinning her vocal cords, silencing the girl as a big green light flashes and the conveyor starts to rumble forward again, the new area being 'packing'.
Christine silently cries out at the feeling of the one in her throat pinning her vocal cords, taking away her voice as she struggles again to try and move herself about as the other two slip that bit deeper, and if the bases are in entirely, her body would slowly start to close around them to trap them inside herself.
Deep inside the girl, the toys wriggle and vibrate, causing her pleasure to rise and rise as the conveyor reaches the next section and a pair of heavy arms reach down, grasping for her wrists and pulling her over doubled, placing her hands at her ankles and squirting something on them, that soon dried hard and pins her like that.
Christine squeaks in surprise, shaking her head and flicking her tail as she's bent over and pinned in position, feeling like some sort of odd display piece as she tries to rock herself from side to side in the hopes of breaking free from whatever the substance is.
The arms reach now, picking the girl up by her waist, her feet detaching from the conveyor as it puts a big wooden panel down under her before placing her back down on it, the belt rolling her ever onward.
The sun sinks slowly, causing some mutants to scurry to safety while others just begin to awaken.
Struggling as hard as she can as she's picked up, she tries to pull her hands away from her ankles as she's held in mid air, the toys teasing and keeping her from focusing too much before she's placed down onto the panel and she's rolled onwards, leaving her trying to lift her head to see just what's happening next as she rocks from side to side to hopefully knock herself off of the conveyor belt.
The girl seems oddly well balanced as she is and, as she manages to look up, catches a face full of plastic. Clear wrap is curled around her, pressing together behind before a soft hiss indicates there is a vacuum sucking all the air out, causing the soft plastic to pull tight around her, making it now quite impossible for her to move.
Christine whimpers as she feels the wrap curled around her form, twisting before the air is sucked out of it, leaving the rubber girl quite stuck in her current position, and rather thankful that she doesn't need to breathe with her body like this, but still very very concerned as to what's going to happen to her as she tries to look out of the clear plastic trapping her body, making her feel like some kind of toy ready to be packed or shipped off!
Sure enough, four wooden panels are brought down and fixed to the edges of the panel she is standing on, just as an overhead unit begins to pour packing foam beads down, raining them down and piling them just above the top of the box as the lid is brought into place and secured.
The dolphin girl silently tries to cry out as she sees the panels fixing into place around her, trying to struggle as all she sees is the wooden sides and then the packing starting to fill around her trapped form until it's all she can see and the lid gets secured, plunging the girl into darkness.
Inside, trapped and sealed, the toys continue to work, burrowing and working away at the girl's self control, buzzing and wriggling within her, trapped in her own little box. On the outside, the machine examines the girl's discarded equipment. The machinery is not malevolent, just... odd. It packages her things in a second, smaller box and affixes two delivery labels to them.
With the only thing she can focus on now being the toys inside her, the dolphin feels her control eroding away until she's trying to squirm with the toys, trying to moan or cry out in arousal and need as she feels the snug wrap all over her body but she's unable to move an inch at all to rub her most sensitive regions.
The box is moved about, the girl barely noticing, sealed and carefully packed, but at last, all feeling of movement ceases. All of a sudden, the top of the box is broken free and lifted, letting a little light trickle into the box, through the beads. Her hearing still well muffled by the plastic shrink wrap, the 'phin wouldn't be able to hear Monique churring, "Wonder what it could be..."
Trying to squeak as there's movement, the well trapped dolphin attempts to call out, not having any idea where she is anymore or how long she's been trapped in there for.
Pulling down one side of the box, most of the packing peanuts spill free, giving Monique a look as to it's contents. "Oh love, what did you get into?" she churrs, seeing Christine trapped in the shrink wrap. A manual floats down with the peanuts and the skunk retrieves it. 'Thank you for purchasing your new dolphin-ornament. Your dolphin ornament comes pre-fitted with high quality fittings, maintaining a good wriggle and soundless operation for many years.' it reads and the skunk can just giggle at the absurdity of the language, noticing the muscle twitches the 'phin is making, having a guess as to the 'fittings'.
Christine blinks in confusion and tries to cry out as she sees Monique, trying to squirm about and free herself from her 'prison' so she can get close to her friend.
Tilting her head to the side, Monique shakes shakes in negative, "No, you look too cute and happy like that. Besides, I hear you would lose all your value if I took you out of the original packaging." she churrs, but does pull Christine off of the crate, pulling her over beside the fire and picking up the manual and having a read as to what features the 'fittings' have, "Ohh, they will feed and breathe for you, that is nifty." she churrs, "And have a life-time guarantee!"
Christine whines silently, barely able to hear anything that Monique's saying as she shivers and twitches inside the shell around her body, even her shaft encased but she can't rub against it.
Settling in, quite comfortable on her couch, Monique relaxes and watches her friend, giving the 'phin a big smile, knowing that deep down, she is enjoying this every bit as much as the skunk does, likely, with the 'fitting's' help, quite a bit more.
What Monique can see though, is the girl's blushing face as she tries to squirm and move about to try and hide her enjoyment of it, her nipples, slit and even her cock all looking rather needy but trapped.