Leo had lost track of how long he had been trapped in the capsule. He was afraid to look and find out. It had taken the dragon 36 hours before he turned off the clock on his HUD, feeling he was going slowly crazy from watching the seconds endlessly tick away. Doing so had been surprisingly easy. He merely spoke out into the dark confines of his prison and commanded Echo to dismiss the display like he would with any piece of worn tech, and it obeyed. The time blipped off of the holographic projection in front of his face as if it had never been there. 

Despite the chrome cylinder sealing him in, it became apparent that oxygen would not be an issue when he failed to suffocate. He also did not go hungry or thirsty during his internment. Every so often, just as his stomach started to rumble with displeasure, his new, heavily-padded suit responded of its own accord. 

A slender hose would twitch and extend, working its way into his maw. He resisted at first, not knowing what was coming, but eventually the inflatable rig would win out and the tube would squirm into his muzzle. The green drake was surprised the first time this had happened to find that it was food that was dispensed; a mushy concoction of tasteless gruel. He skewed his face at the bland sludge, but just as Echo had somehow measured the size and shape of his body with a mere touch and responded to his earlier arousal, it seemed to detect his desires. The flavor adjusted, cycling through several offerings and lingering on those he enjoyed, while rapidly doing away with those he wrinkled his snout at.

Echo often spoke during these feedings in its robotic drone. Mealtimes began to make him feel small and oddly safe, with the suit cooing in his ear and treating him like how a mother might handle a hatchling. It murmured encouraging words in some programmed semblance of caring affection, but lacked the tone, empathy, and depth to make them sound truly sincere. The wyrm wondered how much influence he could exert over the equipment that encased him, since it seemed so responsive to his needs. By vocalizing his wants alone, he found he could adjust the volume, pitch, and tempo of Echo’s modulated voice until it so perfectly replicated conversational speech that it was uncanny and he had to revert it back to its more mechanical cadence. Captain Irving felt that familiar, fidgety yearning to open up the hardware and poke around, as well as take a peek at the coding.

The wingless dragon’s hydration was far less enjoyable and quite a bit more frequent. The moisture in his urine was constantly recycled. The sleeve that had initially settled over his flaccid, reptilian length stayed in place. It siphoned off his pee each time he relieved himself, which was filtered through some unseen mechanism and immediately dispensed back into his muzzle once more. The acrid taste and unsettling feeling of knowing that he was drinking his own piss, took some getting used to, but after enough cycles it became routine. Thankfully, when he messed himself (which was frequent given his soft diet and regular feedings), the leavings were sucked quickly away as well. He wasn’t quite sure what happened to the muck. Perhaps the various tubes and hoses and valves and seals simply disposed of it down a sewage line. Leo wondered how that function of the rig would work when it was not attached to the strange capsule.

So there he was, trapped in the claustrophobic cylindrical prison, with only the soft glow of his holographic display and his suit’s computerized voice to keep him company. Sleep came at odd intervals for indiscernible amounts of time.

Echo initially stated that it was unable to leave the capsule until it had sufficient charge. This confused the wyrm. The laboratory that he had discovered it in had still been powered, and heavy electrical cables ran to where the environmental suit had been kept. He could see its charge, locked forever at the 50% mark, moving neither up nor down, on his HUD. Was it damaged? A coding bug? He struggled to find the command to bring up a thorough diagnostic readout.

The young mercenary knew that a rescue and salvage operative would chase his beacon down eventually, to retrieve his gear and complete his mission, if not to rescue him, so he still had a chance to be saved. Although that relied on whoever was sent being able to navigate the labyrinth of a university, find him, and find a way to free him. That would take some time and be no easy feat.

Once the initial panic had passed, Leo was simply bored. Without networking to existing systems, Echo was unable to respond to his asking for music or videos, and refused to display information on the suit’s specs in an understandable way. His mind would drift back to the moment when he first found the remarkable alien technology, and how from the second the mist thinned enough that he could lay eyes on it the rig seemed tailor-made for his wishes.

An aberrant mix of complex tech and industrial aesthetic, it was at odds with itself. It seemed like an ancient relic with how it mirrored an antique environmental suit. It was thick and plush and soft, with rounded, pillowy contours quite unlike the common, modern designs that were sleek and form-fitting. Its creamy white exterior was an enticing change from the scaled or corded pattern of black or silver carbon fibers that made up the rigs that he was used to. It had a primary pressure valve at the waist, with a crank handle that inflated it around the wearer until it hugged them tightly with its silky interior. Rubbery gloves encased the wearer’s paws, or Leo’s case, his talons. His inattentive musings and focus on the suit would trigger a natural response within the scaled adventurer.

He had a gear fetish that Echo exemplified in two different ways. Not only was its look, and feel (with how it cradled every angle of his form and rubbed delightfully against his scales and spines) both imminently desirable to him, but it was also an astounding piece of machinery. From the time he was a wyrmling the drake enjoyed doing little more than staying up for hours- days even- at a time, taking apart and reassembling any piece of salvage or equipment he could get his claws on. When he thought and focused on the appearance and sensations of suit, he would feel himself harden.

A needy warmth spread through his loins, his arousal piqued. 

The first time that this had happened, Leo was surprised by Echo’s voice suddenly interrupting his sexual thoughts.

“I am sensing that you are once again experiencing high levels of physical arousal. You should be regularly stimulated to provide relief and ward off emotional fatigue. My bio scanners inform me that regular ejaculation is healthy and enjoyable for your species. Allow me to assist you.”

He was already fully erect, his member extending up the warm, moist tube that had sheathed it for the past however many hours. The ribbed rubber grazed against his sensitive flesh as it gripped his phallus. He had experienced Echo masturbating before and while it definitely provided enough physical pleasure to climax, the fact that the AI forced him to do it, with its own voice and simulated thoughts, made him feel uncomfortable about the situation.

“That’s all right, Echo, I think I can manage on my own. Why don’t you just ignore me for a little bit?” He ventured optimistically. He had only intermittent success getting the rig to acknowledge his commands. Sometimes it was seamless and responded to his wants in the blink of an eye, without him even needing to vocalize anything- like when he felt his weak grasp on his bladder begin to give or a cramp in his bowels and a wet lump forcing its way out of his tailhole and the necessary mechanisms to keep him clean and cared for shifted into place. Other times the suit was almost willfully obstinate and stoic in its refusal to give into his demands, like a caregiver putting up with a cub’s tantrum.

“I am programmed with affection toward my wearer and will optimize my performance to satisfy their needs. I fulfill your base emotional desire for care and comfort during feeding and voiding, but regular bodily stimulation is also a requirement of adequate mental health.”

Before the suit had even finished speaking, Leo felt the heavily inflated pockets of air around his arms start to shift. He fought against them, but it was a futile endeavor. Echo was able to control his body like a puppet. It made him move his right, gloved claw down in front of himself, having a wide enough berth inside the chamber to reposition his form, though not much more than that. He was forced to grab his enclosed, padded groin, and he felt himself quiver in a mix of trepidation and want as he felt the soft, plush interior of the suit rubbing against his groin. The sleeve over his shaft undulated. As soon as he touched it through the material of the suit, it slipped slightly and rolled its bumpy, ridged surface over his turgid length.

A small hose, a bit larger than a wide straw prodded at his muzzle. The freelancer knew that it was the same tube that “recycled” his orgasm from before and force-fed it to him. He snarled, and nipped at it with his sharp fangs. He knew from experience that simply refusing to open his mouth wouldn’t suffice. 

The mercenary’s other arm started to move too, though rather than slide toward his crotch it lifted up to his maw. 

“The material I am made out of can withstand 15 kilotons of force. If you insist on attempting to damage the external equipment, I will be forced to protect it,” Echo buzzed. 

As he snapped at it again, his gloved talons slipped inside his mouth. The rubbery material slid across his long, reptilian tongue. Leo’s teeth sank into it, feeling it squish insignificantly under the force of his jaw, but he could tell that he was not even scratching it. His digits continued to glide in until his lips were up to his knuckles, and he wasn’t so much biting into his glove as he was suckling on his coated claws to prevent from gagging. At that point, the small hose was practically imperceptible beside the girth of his resilient glove. Despite his misgivings, having the pliable synthetic fabric of the suit inside his mouth reinvigorated his hardness, which had weakened slightly during his struggle.

Leo felt himself pulse against the textured tube around his erection and leak enough pre into it to fully lubricate the interior. He rubbed himself though the suit, compelled to knead his maleness, and felt his breathing grow ragged.

His wrestling against the suit didn’t last long. At some point he realized that it was a fight he was never going to win and simply gave into the pleasure. He might as well enjoy his confinement and forced masturbation as well as he could. The sleeve vibrated and began to create a strong suction in a steady, pulsing rhythm. The sound of it reverberated through the small cylinder, mixing with his moan and gasps, stifled as they were by his own rubber-clad claws in his mouth. He felt his sac draw tight and his abdomen flex as his orgasm drew near, and found himself bucking his hips forward in erratic thrusts with wild abandon. Echo responded to each spot that brought him bliss. It would detect that one small segment of flesh was extra sensitive or needy and tease it with a change of heat or pressure or texture or speed.

With a tremendous groan he felt himself spasm. He came hard, spraying the inside of the tube with thick ropes of dragon cum. As he expected, they were siphoned off with a slurping noise and promptly deposited into his mouth before he had even finished ejaculating. It tugged on his rod in a milking sensation, pulling every last drop of his essence from him and making him gasp at the power with which it massaged him. The output of the tube caused his spunk to cascade over his glove, cooling just a bit as it ran down his talons, before his sucking pulled the jizz down his throat. He sputtered at the salty morsel, but once his digits were free of everything but his own saliva, it finally let him stop, and removed his claw from his mouth. His spent flesh softened in the sleeve as he slumped back, worn from the intense session.

Having found a sole way to stimulate Leo, Echo took to masturbating him more frequently after that, often several times back-to-back. It was only hours later, maybe, that he was forced to sexually perform again. He was still physically exhausted from the previous attempt, so it took him longer to get hard than normal.

“Further stimulation is needed,” the suit prescribed.

“Further stimulation?” Leo asked warily. 

“My database shows that your species can receive sexual pleasure via a prostate massage. I’m equipped to provide for this,” Echo explained. 

There was a faint whirring. Something slithered up along Leo’s leg from within the suit, making him jump. It was a supple tendril of rubber banded with coils of metal and tipped with a solid, albeit squishy, mass. Suddenly the tip of something thick and pliable poked beneath his tail, butting up against his tight pucker. It ejected a wet substance, coating itself and gently spraying something slick against his hole. He involuntarily flexed his ring as it prodded at his entrance, and shivered in nervous anticipation.

“Echo...no. It’s alright if it takes a bit lon-” the dragon tried to explain, but huffed in surprise partway into the sentiment as the oiled probe tried to penetrate him. He had been unaware that the suit had capabilities that didn’t rely on outside tubes feeding into it.

Leo clamped down, squeezing his hole shut and tucking his sinuous tail as best he could to stave off the entry. His tail was covered in a long sleeve of the inflatable material, which limited its ability to move as readily as usual, and the device was attempting to jab into him from within the suit, neutering his ability to resist.

Echo ignored his defiance.

“I’m having trouble with insertion. Your assistance will be required.”

It had barely finished the sentence when he felt the firm pressure of the suit shift the entirety of his form. He bent forward, his short stature and slime build just barely letting him bow at the waist with the top of his head grazing the rotating door of the capsule. His arms straightened and reached back, each grabbing one of the firm globes of his ass. His gloved talons gripped and pulled slightly apart, displaying his rump for the taking. He felt the cool tickle of air for only a second before the bulbous tip slid beneath his tail.

It was at least several inches long, and shaped like a strand of beads. Spheres popped into him, one by one. The first was the most difficult to take. He had never been penetrated before, and the greased rubber was negligible. It felt enormous as his hole widened around it so that it could force its way inside of him. He moaned out, his voice echoing off of the metal around him. He whimpered and writhed as each bead went in. Leo had no idea how truly long or large the toy was that had been slinking inside of him, but after a dozen balls it stopped. He felt a strange pressure on a sweet spot within him and suddenly the beads started twisting and vibrating, galvanizing his arousal. They pulled back. One...two...three bubbles squeezed out of his rump and then thrust back in again, continually forcing against his prostate.

His rigidness returned in full force, and he was suddenly lost in a fog of pleasure like he had never felt before. Pre liberally spurted from his shaft, as if forced out from deep within him by the probe. In tandem with the device lodged in his cleft, the milking of the sleeve began again in earnest, expertly stroking his cock.

The dragon was swiftly drawn to the brink of ecstasy as Echo ignited all of his pleasure centers. The pressure welled behind his sac and he clenched himself down around the tool. It wriggled within him like a sentient tentacle and with a strong, oscillating vibration brought him to orgasm. This new climax was more powerful than his previous ones, with the added enthusiasm of bucking in concert with the device buried in him. Another helping of cum splattered into his mouth which he reluctantly swallowed. His body ached from the compliant position, and his virgin hole was sore from being used for the first time. He slacked in the suit, letting its puffy form hold him up.

Echo seemed to decide that he’d had enough entertainment and stimulus for the time being, and allowed him some reprieve, releasing the restrictions on his arms and forcing him to stagger to stand upright again. Leo groaned as the suit controlled his fatigued body once more. He found it curiously comforting having someone, or rather something, “care” for his needs so much (even if Echo went about it in a peculiar fashion). It slowly pulled from his abused backside with a series of winces and whimpering from the drake as each damp sphere was plucked free of his tight heat. This treatment caused his already compromised bowels to be weaker than normal, and he felt his messes leave him more liberally over the next while. Thankfully, he was cleaned up by the marvelous bit of tech after each such embarrassing incident. It wouldn’t ever be long before the rig entered a new attempt to milk him.

Having thoroughly lost track of time, the wyrm was alarmed when he heard crashes, clanking, and electrical static from outside the cylinder. There was the industrial grinding of gears which had started to fall into disrepair, and a sliver of light appeared at the edge of the capsule. He had grown so used to his dim confines, with only the soft glow of his hud to illuminate things, that the light that filtered through this crack was blinding. As he shielded his glittering, blue eyes he heard the suit’s soft surface rub against itself. 

Gloved fingers worked their way into the crevice and started to help the machine pry open. Errors and warning messages flashed before Leo, projected into the air in front of him in both his own language and in some symbols completely alien to him. It seemed as if Echo itself was resisting whatever was happening. A rebooting notice appeared on the adventurer’s HUD, along with a countdown.

10...9...8…

“Don’t worry, you’ll be out of there soon,” a confident, calming voice from outside the capsule assured him. It was muffled by the chrome and shrill beep of the countdown.

7...6...5…

“Who’s out there!?” Leo cried weakly.

4...3...2…

No answer came, just a grunt of effort.

1…

There was an immense thunk! like a massive breaker being thrown. The bright lighting of the lab streaking into the capsule, the holographic display- all of it suddenly died, leaving him in blackness. Echo partially deflated as if a slow but steady leak sapped its strength.

There was a screech of steel against steel, and the cylinder slowly, jarringly, rotated open. A dazzling light kicked on from a shoulder-mounted flashlight of the fur standing in front of him, obscuring his savior behind a curtain of illumination. A paw reached forward out of the brightness, offered toward him. Leo grasped it, and it closed around his wrist, helping to pull him out of the chamber. The tubes, hoses, and cables that were connected all along his suit had relaxed into a nest of limp strands, like hanging vines in a dense jungle, and the drake had to work his way out of the mess.

“You’re okay,” the voice reassured him. “I had to hard reboot the entire lab to get you out of there. There was some error with the system. We don’t have a ton of time to get things sorted out though, so you best hurry getting back your bearings.”

The first mystery paw was joined by a second one, which yanked tubes from valves and ports along his back and spine. Once the reptile was no longer tethered to the pod he turned toward the shadowed figure.

“Thanks,” he panted, “Who are you?”

The anthro reached to his shoulder and tapped his electric lamp. The beam changed focus from a high-intensity spotlight forward to a soft, spherical glow, bathing the two of them and a couple of meters in all directions in a washed out light.

The fur that stood before him was hardly any taller than Leo. He was a gray-furred hare with eyes like sparkling seafoam against their drab backdrop and long, wide ears that flowed floppily down over his shoulders. He had a youthful, cocksure smirk and stood with one paw on his hip. He was, at most, a year or two older than the lizard. He was far less geared than the drake had been when he began his expedition. He wore a partial environmental suit that left his head, large footpaws, and sinewy arms from the shoulders down bare. It was a bright, reflective orange, with a series of black bands and accents, and a pair of fingerless black work-gloves. He wore a heavy pack and had a variety of minor tech and equipment adorning his diminutive frame.

“I’m a spacer like you. When you didn’t report back I was sent to find you and complete your mission if you were...you know…” He made a motion of with one claw sliding across his throat. “But you’re not. And that’s good. I can give you my merc license number if you want, but you can just call me Mikey,” the rabbit explained. One of his ears shifted as he spoke and drooped in front of his face. He flipped it back over his shoulder with a jerky motion. “You must be Captain Irving then?” He extended his paw to shake in a proper greeting.

“Yeah,” he said weakly, grabbing it. “Leo.”

“Gonna’ be honest- thought you were naked in there,” he said, nodding toward the dragon’s discarded suit that lay where he left it on the floor. “Would’ve been a hell of a story; a search and rescue where the target got trapped pawing off in some ruins. But it looks like you got yourself an upgrade instead.” He looked Leo up and down in his new suit. The scaled anthro’s face grew warm. If only Mikey knew how close he was to being right.

“That must be yours too. I’m guessing that the researchers here didn’t leave it behind during their evacuation.”

Leo noticed him look pointedly at his soiled diaper, which he had removed upon donning Echo. It exuded an unpleasant odor suggesting it had been some time. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at having the smelly padding called out.

“Yeah. Look...I got injured a couple of years ago and-”

“Say no more, Leo,” the bunny interrupted him, clapping him on the shoulder. “We all take risks and anyone of us could come out the same way or worse. Now why don’t you tell me what happened so I can finish rescuing you.”

The dragon was grateful for his attitude. With the cocky hero routine he started with, Captain Irving expected some jokes at his expense from the handsome bunny. He explained how he came to be in the predicament that he was in, carefully omitting the milking and orgasm torture that left his member and tailhole aching. He learned that he had been immobile in the pod for over a week before Mikey found him. Luckily, the fur was already flying past the system on the way to another posting when he received the mission or it could have been much, much longer.

“Well, the hermetic seals won’t open until the power kicks back in fully, so we are stuck in here for a little while longer together. After what you told me it is probably time to get that thing off of you. Let me take a look.”

The slender lagomorph examined him all over but couldn’t seem to find a seal or release, despite his best efforts.

“If it is electronic, we might be able to take it off once it finishes rebooting,” he concluded. “You mentioned something about a power failure, but it’s been charging for months on end, theoretically, so it must be a programming bug, or a system failure...or it was coded that way on purpose as a failsafe for any number of reasons. Like not wanting it to have a chance of leaving this lab. That means it might be harder to take off once it wakes back up. AI can be dangerous, so we should probably get it off of you while we can, and you can tinker with it later.”

“You’re not going to make me turn it in?” Leo asked, surprised that another freelancer would so blithely ignore intergalactic law.

“No. That’s up to you. I’d like to keep my plausible deniability and pretend you never told me.”

“So how do we get it off?”

“I’ve got a plasma cutter we could try. It would make a clean incision so you could repair it later. I’ll set it to stop if it detects flesh so it won’t harm you. Might scorch your scales a bit, but you should be fine.”

Leo agreed and they began. Almost half an hour later and they had made no progress. Not only had the plasma cutter failed to make a mark, but a traditional, diamond-sharpened blade didn’t scratch it either. They had run through a small assortment of gizmos and gadgets and still Echo seemed as good as new, encasing its hapless host.

“You might be trapped in there for a hot moment,” Mikey concluded just as the overhead lights started to hum to life. One by one they flooded the massive laboratory with pale light. There was a voltaic fizzling as whatever electronic brain that Echo had started to wake up as well. The pressure valve at Leo’s waist twisted of its own accord and the rig took on air until it was fully inflated once more.

“If I can get back to my ship I can sort it out. I have enough high-end tech scanners that I should be able to at least learn enough to take this thing off,” he explained, realizing he would definitely need to do so sooner rather than later considering that eventually he would need to relieve himself and there were no more outlet tubes connected to him to solve that issue. The quicker he could get a fresh diaper taped around his waist, the better.

“I know, I found your ship. That’s how I knew you were here.”

“You went on my ship?”

“Of course- I had to look for you.”

“Fair,” Leo conceded. He was meticulous in his collection and organization of gear, and would have to make sure nothing was put back out of place when he returned.

Without warning, just after the facility gained full power, the ground rumbled violently and nearly threw both mercenaries to the ground. An alarm wailed and angry, crimson lights flashed along the walls. 

“What’s going-”

“Vital equipment loss detected. Lab destruction imminent,” a crackling, prerecorded voice over an unseen speaker explained. Muted explosions resounded through the walls.

“Time to go!” Mikey finished. “Your ship’s closer!”

Leo nodded and they sprinted to the doors. Mikey made it before the drake, who was stuck awkwardly waddling with the bulk of Echo around him. The hare furiously typed away on the keypad, but the massive doors wouldn’t budge.

“They really didn’t want anyone taking this thing,” the bunny commented, slamming a fist on the keypad. A massive tear rent up one wall to the ceiling. A web of cracks erupted from it and formed a giant slab of granite above them. Debris crumbled down and a massive chunk of the building rocked loose and hurtled toward them. There was no time to dodge. They instinctively cowered together, but a scintillating field of kinetic energy unexpectedly enveloped them, forming a faintly glowing hemisphere around the pair. The gigantic piece of building slammed into the nearly invisible shield and crumbled to gravel as it bore down upon it.

The duo looked up in amazement, seeing a hole open to the sky through the dust.

“We’re not dead!?” Mikey gasped, mystified.

“Surroundings deemed hazardous. Evacuation in process,” Echo chimed.

The environmental suit’s HUD flickered on. An image displayed in front of the dragon’s snout as an outline of his rig. A stylized flame emitted from each boot in the picture and the wyrm instantly understood what was happening.

“Grab onto me!” He directed the rabbit, just as fire and exhaust exploded from small boosters on his booted foot-talons. The lapine managed to snag him just as he ejected into the air, spiraling off into the sky. They rode up together as the building fell to pieces in a series of detonations, then landed safely outside the university grounds. The damage was not limited to the facility itself, however. The destruction of the lab destabilized their entire shard and massive fractures formed across the earth. They sprinted off toward Leo’s small vessel, and made it right as the ground began to break away beneath them.

After climbing aboard, they had barely braced themselves before boosting off. They were just in time and watched as the floating bit of planet burst into space dust on their display moments after leaving the rock. They slumped back once the rumbling of the craft stabilized and sighed in relief in unison. In his exhaustion and fear, the drake hadn’t noticed how badly he had needed to relieve himself and suddenly, embarrassingly, a mess formed in his bowels. He grimaced, as he felt the shit leave him, squeezing out his tailhole in a smelly lump and depositing into the seat of his irremovable suit. The release was accompanied by an unmistakable wet noise that he was thoroughly humiliated that Mikey couldn’t have not heard. He was grateful, however, that Echo’s pressurized interior contained the scent.

To the dragon’s surprise, he detected some bizarre machinations beneath his rump. His excrement suddenly seemed to be siphoned off, vacuumed away by some unseen force. This mystified Leo, who had no idea of where the muck could be headed without a hose connected to the exterior. He had his guesses- broken down by nanorobotics or possibly teleported away. They were unlikely, considering the technology he knew existed and what did not, but the fact that he was wearing something that bordered on sentient self-awareness threw the limitations on his speculations out the window. The pressure of his mess leaving him against his bladder caused that to release as well, and the hiss of his urine likewise disappeared into nothingness for the time being.

He held his breath for a couple of heartbeats, dreading the extension of a hose to recycle his piss, but it never came.

Irving marveled at this. He had much tinkering to do with the suit, that was certain. But for a brief instance he was able to imagine a world where he didn’t need to depend on diapers and wouldn’t have to sign his future away on medical bills in the process. It was unclear if he would ever be able to remove Echo. At that point he wasn’t quite sure if that was a problem. Even if he took it off, the morbid fascination with donning it again would never go away.

Seemingly unaware of Leo’s private unease, Mikey glanced over at him and rolled his head back in relief against the headrest of his seat.

“That’s some suit you got there,” he stated with a sly smile. “How do you feel about teaming up?”