The prep platform's micro grabbers had deftly stripped Jana of her clothes and an array of tiny nozzles whirred around her to spray a thin film of pink latex in geometrical patterns on her stomach, back, arms and legs. A second set of nozzles laid down fine lines of gold on top of this, overlaying circuits with terminals near her nerve centers. She stood perfectly still, arms out and legs apart with her hair held up by a tie.
She was familiar with this part of the process from past experience and winked at me as the nozzles retracted. A large ring descended around her with its own set of nozzles that sprayed her down with a thin slick of shiny gel so that her skin appeared wet and glistening. Next, three thick rubber phalluses emerged on robotic arms, one sunk deep into her vagina, one into her ass and the other jammed into her throat and the tubes connecting them to hidden tanks began to flex as they pumped. Her body writhed gently as thick, clear glistening gel dripped between her legs, eventually there was sudden rush of fluid signaling that her cavities were full and the lower phalluses withdrew. She sucked deep on the remaining one in her mouth, drinking the preparatory elixir which would help her prevent vertigo. With a "schloop" it withdrew, and she gazed down at me with a rather intense look and licked her lips, her transformation even more apparent.
She stepped off of the platform as I stepped on. My clothes were stripped and neatly folded and I was patterned with black latex and gold lines by the printer nozzles. I received the 'baster' (as we called it) in my mouth and a hollow cylinder lined with soft rubber sucked my cock into it and coated it with clear gel. When it withdrew, we were ready for action.
The simcraft door raised and I spoke to the computer inside. "Configuration Delta, please." With an instantaneous buzzing of servos, the interior latex cushions rearranged themselves with a large hump in the middle. Jana laid on top of it, face down, ass up, her naked skin glistening in the amber light of the pod. In an instant, rubber-wrapped cables had encircled her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms forward and spreading her legs slightly. From these cables, intricate wires tipped with small discs unfolded and snapped to the golden contact points on her skin like magnets. With her in position, I stepped in behind her and lowered myself down. The sight of her bright pink wet pussy, literally dripping with lubricating gel, made me fully erect and I rested the shaft of my cock in the valley between her raised ass-cheeks. She wriggled about a little, settling in and it took some restraint on my part not to slide into her warm waiting slit, but not yet.
The environment lit up around us. The cockpit was big enough for perhaps three people, the slick rubbery acceleration cushions had formed around us and we floated cozily on the surface. The transparent control surfaces at Jana's fingertips seemed to hover over the lower hull display. The front and top halves of the capsule were a panoramic holo display which showed a drifting starscape overlaid with all sorts of colorful graph plots and readouts as the software initialized and went through pre-flights.
Two curved cushions mounted on armatures lowered to rest on each of my shoulders, they were attenuated to move with me but maintain contact and keep me in place when we inverted. Jana's calves were encircled by two reinforced rubber manacles that rotated from a gap in the cushions underneath her, and a larger one encircled her torso. They were attached to bungie-like cables that could contract or expand like muscles depending on the positions we required for a particular maneuver.
