Omni-Pod Chamber I: Awakening
First attempt at a story! A lonely caracal wakes up near a machine that will forever change him
He woke with a start, sitting alone in a chair with a crick in the neck. The type one gets from sleeping in a chair and the neck resting at an odd angle. Blinking his eyes a few times, the caracal brought a hand up to his neck to gently rub at it, as he looked down. He saw himself naked. He didn't remember last night, nor why he was naked and alone in a chair, Rough concrete ground under his feet scuffing ever so slightly against his paw pads as he stood up. Working out a few more kinks as he looked around, the caracal saw a pair of closed windows along one wall, and as he watched, they both slowly opened up. Automatic shutters slid open to reveal a warm summer morning, looking over waves of amber grain in the distance. Maybe he was at a farm, he thought, before he walked over towards them
Looking to the side as he moved stiffly, he spotted a large grey machine, nearly ten feet to a side and twelve feet tall with a simple name written across the front. 'Omni-Pod Station', something about this machine brought Varien back to last night. Some odd memory surfaced as he rubbed his one arm idly with his other. Feeling a weird pattern to the fur of his left arm, he looked down and with the new light from the windows, read 'Omni-Pod S/N 952842'. Blinking a few times, the caracal simply couldn't figure out the connection between the two.
As the male stood thinking, still stroking his fingers over those etched in letters, the machine started to come to life with a soft hum. The power returning to the machine, a series of glowing screens started popping up, hovering off the surface of the machine by an inch or two. Drawn by the pretty glow, Varien slowly walked on over and rested a hand-paw over the symbol that matched it. Suddenly the rest of the pictures, symbols and icons all winked out, leaving only the glowing paw shape. With a slow swirling motion that showed it was loading, the machine gave a loud beep before it slowly opened on up. Only darkness could be seen within.
Hesitant around this machine, Varien did not pick up on the soft steps behind him, only catching on the moment before a rough hand shoved him forward, causing him to stumble before a pair of long metal arms shot out, grabbing the caracal by the shoulders and dragging him on into the chamber within. As soon as it has secured its prey, the front doors slammed on closed.
Varien was restrained, as a leather harness was quickly slipped around his body, blushing bright, the caracal moaned as the hands that added this equipment also caressed along his body. Not knowing he was so sensitive to just touches like this, he didn't see in the darkness the twenty different cables that were brought over and then forced into his body at the hidden ports and plugs. Painless in entry, suddenly he could feel everything being fed into him as he stopped seeing with his own eyes, but instead with an almost mechanical feeling of place and position of everything inside the chamber.
A light blue HUD appeared in his eyes, the Omni-Pod logo appearing for a few moments along with version number and parts numbers on him. Head, chest, arms, hips, tail, legs... all in there, and for every part, there was another twenty sub parts that identified him. Alone and scared, he was on the brink of breakdown and crying before red letters appeared and said simply 'Emotional distress registered, changing emotional patterns.' Slowly the feeling of being scared changed to feeling loved, and in turn, feeling lust as his tip peeked free of his sheath.
New words appeared across his vision, 'Pre-set 7 selected by Owner, please stand by for part inventory and stocking.' There was still something that was bothering the caracal as he read the words, but he couldn't seem to focus on it, a stumbling block that prevented him from thinking too long on it. And even as he tried, a piston arm came up, and slowly pushed a long plastic tube over his sheath. Pressing until it reached his base, warm latex liquid was sprayed all along his length. A pair of what felt like rings started to stroke up and down, from base to cocktip again and again, while what felt like a pair of faux tongues started licking over his heavy cum filled sack.
Numbers and words kept appearing, before a pair of cables at his chest suddenly twisted and pulled. All of his chest muscles came off with it, leaving a rib cage and a synth skin covering. He would have screamed if he was able, but something denied him that much release as the painless removal showed a greying out of the previous green letters and numbers of that in his vision.
Trying to think on this new situation, Varien's mind preoccupied with the stroking until a pair of tentacles started coming up and one slid along his anus before suddenly plunging in. Little wires extending and pushing into his prostate as stars filled his vision. Those latex rings stroking quicker and quicker before bringing the caracal to release. All pent up, and ready to blow before the signal from the tentacle in his rear suddenly popped his entire cock and balls assembly off him. Leaving a smooth synth skin area between the legs, Varien was now incomplete. Without the connection, suddenly all that pent up energy had nowhere to go. And watching it move up to his face, he could only mewl out in desperation as the length was brought to orgasm and milked by the machine, stored away without giving him his own release.
Humping the air futilely, the caracal tried to get stimulation once more as he could feel phantom hands start rubbing and stroking along his body. Slowly, these too faded as the words came into his eyes 'Restocking complete, new equipment being issued.' Without a chance to protest, a large and heavy pair of C cup breasts was pushed into his chest cavity, a micro laser sealing it all together before an air brush started repainting the breasts to fit his natural coloring. At the very top of the breasts the words 'Property of Omni-Pod Inc.' was etched permanently into the fur.
'Testing chest module, in 3... 2... 1...', appeared before a pair of rather firm warm hands were brought under his shoulders before they each cupped a breast and firmly squeezed. Giving a loud moan at this, it felt like there was a lover, another caracal just behind him, showing him he was a good mate. Those fingers worked over his sensitive new flesh before they started tweaking the nipples. Crying out more, and giving pleasured mew, the hands were brought away when a pair of phantom mouths clamped over his nipples. Licking and sucking, those two tongues swirling around his areolas before they nursed just as firmly. Milk was drawn out from his nipples as they gave life sustaining fluids.
Distracted from the pleasuring of his breasts, the chamber had moved onto the next step and a new femsex unit was pushed into his groin and attached there. Hooking up through his neural network as well, the tentacles touched against it for a moment before setting the in heat property to 'permanent'. She gasped out as suddenly a deep need filled her every thought, as the chamber maneuvered her to her hands and knees in a doggy style position.
It didn't take long, before Varien was humping the air out of a need, the need to be fucked, already kept on edge from her earlier attentions. A single finger was brought up to rub along your sex, her juices captured for testing before the finger is taken away. Crying out in her need, she tried her best to impale herself on that finger again, anything she could do to feel pleasure to push her over the edge again.
'Testing for softness', came on up in his view before a thick latex cock was brought up to his cunny and suddenly thrust in. She knew it by the parts number that appeared in her vision, she was being fucked by her own cock! She cried out again and again, brought up to the edge of orgasm, before the cock stopped and pulled out. Letting her cry out her frustrations as she tried to hump against that length, nothing would come of it as she was kept to the edge. Slowly, hours of teasing and denial came and went for the caracal, and towards the end, a pair of tentacles came up and slipped into her ears, creating a direct brain interface.
Words appeared again, but they hardly seemed to matter as her memories of being male slowly started being cut away, blank spaces left behind every time she tried to think of them. Instead, new memories installed in place of always having been a female caracal. Mental blocks written in about what the Omni-Pod system was, never able to comprehend the relationship between it and herself.
New memories of how best to use her body to please her masters and owners started flooding in, how to use kinks and fetishes to cause pleasure, how to use her in heat scent to drive males wild. Pushing her out of the machine and back into the chair, it induced her into a sleep-state once more.
Hours passed...
She woke with a start, sitting alone in a chair with a crick in the neck. The type one gets from sleeping in a chair and the neck resting at an odd angle for hours...