The hibernation pod..

[Enkil]

I'll keep my usual intro rant to a minimum on this one.
This is a bit of a weird sci fi story. I am undecided if it is any good or not, it includes a golden shower, pee drinking and drug themes, restraint and a few other odd ideas I am not sure if i like or not since i've not really explored them much before.
Actually you could probably think of it as a perverted fan fiction spin off of the rebel moon movie series.. regarding what happened to the assassinated princess. This one is a bit heavy on the sci-fi, but it does get more perverted later on.

Enjoy.. hopefully? (it's a one day write, and not fully edited so may have errors)


The hibernation pod.

There was an old legend of the last time someone attempted to assassinate the royal family in charge of a galactic empire. They very nearly succeeded too. The princess somehow escaped the capital after the regicide of the king and queen without anyone noticing. They thought she had died too, so nobody went looking for her.

The Young princess, on becoming old enough for such duties had been the tool of the downfall, her first official duty to commission a new battleship. This told their enemies where the royal household family would be, even if they knew not when. Compared to assassins infiltrating the mostly hereditary staff of the royal palace, it had been relatively easy to insert their people into the various work and military crews assigned to its construction. When the knives and energy weapons were done, no member of the royal household lived, and the admiral, the architect of this coup had been appointed grand regent as the next most senior official. He was in effect now the king. Over the decades it should be easy enough to insert himself in the hearts and minds of the people, with their royal medical technology, the more forbidden branches at his disposal, he would live one life to many generations of citizens who would with time forget he had ever been anything but the king. He simply needed to wait. Too bad for him, that was not what happened.

However it seems the princess was not a lost cause after all. Her ornate outfit, serving generations of princesses had come from a time where such assassination attempts were common, and integrated a discrete personal shield, and stasis field. Sadly the same could not be said of the king and queen, their fashion newer. Certainly the beam of the energy weapon had been fatal to the princess, a millennia of weapon refinements had seen to that. But nobody had understood the true nature of the white flash, the technology so ancient not to have been seen in use for centuries, the components needed so rare that the use of stasis fields had fallen from favour as the materials were shared with hyperdrives. A single personal shield and stasis could be broken down to build over Ten thousand capital ships engines – and with the past conquests of the galaxy by the kings and queens that had come before them; it had eventually proved too tempting.

Certainly the princess was no less dead.. except that in her case her death frozen in stasis meant as far as her body was concerned the damage was frozen in time a mere half a heartbeat from the point she had died. Also the princess had been young and pretty and the conspirators had not the heart to desecrate her body further. The image of her still form had also been used as propaganda to accuse the one that had been falsely accused of the regicide to maintain the support of the population to the appointment of the regent. However, this also meant she had been interred in the morgue, still wearing her outfit, and its precious one off stasis shield. Not everyone had been a part of the coup, and her body had been reverently placed into the royal palace morgue awaiting her internment in the family crypt. It was lucky no autopsy had been required, since you could see the hole. Nobody had thought the lack of blood odd, assuming the beam had cauterised the wound. Like her ancient outfit however, the medical centre in the palace was equipped with those same forbidden technologies, including the companion to that stasis field.

The medical staff, still loyal to the royal family had seen right through the deception; when they had been given rather strange orders by the regent that were contrary to royal tradition over the handling of the corpses, He wanted elimination of any genetic matter involved. Cloning was not unheard of and he wanted to avoid the possibility of an heir appearing. So when the scanner of the machine in the royal palace where her beloved body was kept had lit up an indicator light that had not shone in a thousand years; which in turn had communicated this status to the machine that granted their abnormally long royal lives; the staff had only hesitated long enough for the minions of the Regent to leave them alone, then activated the machine.

The morgue freezer, also a near unique design; integrated into the other had automatically relocated the princess to the second machine, which contained a similar device to the stasis she wore, then as gently as a handmaiden, removed her outfit, automatically put it to order and returned it to the princesses wardrobe. The stasis of this machine was limited however, nowhere near as powerful as the one in her dress, but it didn’t need to be. Its only purpose was to keep the patient stable for the brief time it took to deposit them into the chrysalis, which a moment later took over the duties of the organs damaged by the weapon blast – which as far as her body was concerned meant she only missed about 3 heartbeats. Her mind however too long without the bio-electric field that maintained her living thoughts had been silent too long, and required a little more work than the laughably simple process of taking over from then repairing her damaged skin, heart and lungs.

But this too simply required time, and given enough of it she would make a complete recovery, with little more than a mark like a birthmark left to indicate she had once died. One of her most loyal retainers knew that if the regent discovered she had survived, he would immediately attempt to remedy that fact. So once the machines had done all they could, he had smuggled her naked form to the royal hangar. Here however came the first problem. The intended destination was a long disused royal estate on the very fringes of the empire, which realistically would never have been used again beyond the eccentric royal who had commissioned it in centuries past; it was only even still maintained because the royal family was the only ones wealthy enough to keep funding such a folly and forgot it still existed.

The only royal ship reasonably capable to travel there had been taken as a flagship by the regent, and it had too many potential traitors in it’s crew now. The only other ship was an old transport, about the same age as the forgotten estate and one of the few places its location was still recorded. It was kept mostly for posterity it’s ornate form little more than a curio in the modern age. However it was for the most part entirely operational, except for the fact that it used the older form of hyperdrive that required a use of a hibernation pod for the crew on long trips.

It would not even seem suspicious if it took off. He could simply file a flight plan for the storage of the dead royals possessions and royal Honor guard robots that were of no use to the regent. Lately it’s only uses had been ceremonial, which such a flight plan would be in keeping with. Mostly it was only still used by staff for travelling between royal estates close enough not to require the use of the hibernation as the relative time dilation was small, less than a day in most cases that combined with the long lives of the typical passengers meant remaining awake was the norm. Using the time instead for leisure activities or catching up on paperwork.

Although the ship seated a full royal delegation or all the house staff; it only had a single functional hibernation pod now, longer trips were usually of a nature that only required one traveller anyway. The others pods removed or derelict long enough not to have been maintained. This presented the second problem. Although the transport could technically reach the remote destination, only one passenger could survive the relative time dilation that was necessary so that travellers could reach destinations that far distant within real time in the normal universe. Although the trip in real time would mean only about a week would pass; within hyperspace, relative time would be closer to 5 years.

He secreted the princess’s naked comatose form in one of the many staterooms on the transport, and tucked her into the bed, then made the necessary arrangements to have the royal families possessions packed and loaded onto the transport for transfer to storage. With a full household staff and no known living royals to serve the task took less than an hour. He filed a generally vague flight plan, merely listing the purpose as locating somewhere on one of the many royal estates to store the items – which given most of the home world was distracted by the assassination, was accepted without further scrutiny. The transport had both a record of all the royal holdings, and the necessary clearances to travel to them by default; so long as the operator was ranked high enough in the royal household to have credentials to activate it – which the princess’s loyal retainer was.

He launched the transport before the absence of the princess’s remains were noticed; although the medical staff would probably report her body destroyed as ordered to the regent, and take the secret of her survival to their grave - it was best not to take chances. He plotted a course to a mostly disused system that contained an unmanned fueling platform; which would seem routine to any in the empire tracking the ship, and set about trying to solve the problem of only having a single pod. He could have requested a second pod be put into working order, however given his flight plan did not include a second traveller, this would have raised suspicion and caused dangerous delays to departing.

As the automated platform ran checks over the transport he read up on the details of these older pods. They were fairly simple. The occupant wore a mask that fed a cocktail of nutrients and drugs orally to the occupant, so they remained asleep, did not perceive the passing of time, and suppressed their breathing since the pod handled that externally. This cocktail would be partially processed by their body to slow metabolic processes, the excess drug and nutrients excreted into the suspension fluid as urine where the pod would filter and reuse it. Most of the drugs would be taken up and broken down but others would be almost entirely intact when passed out in their urine. The pod was also capable of filtering any incidental solids out, although after a week there would be nothing left within the bowels of an occupant that needed filtering.

Ironically in times past the fact some occupants wore thong underwear in the pods for modesty, in case of “solids” to allow unimpeded elimination, then spent the entire time in the pod in effect pissing their underwear would have once been considered exciting. It was even more kinky for the ones that opted to wear normal underwear, particularly under an outfit, given they would wake up having soiled them. To be fair it still was kinky, but given most women opted to disable their menstrual cycle, wearing underwear at all had gone out of fashion; so the point outside of fetish play was rather moot since no girl wore anything under a skirt that could be soiled and could quite safely wear that outfit in a hibernation pod. Although it would need to be laundered afterwards – which made it simpler to just use the pods naked.

To maintain oxygen and blood flow each pod had two gauntlets that locked onto the arteries in each arm, it would directly oxygenate the blood, pump it into their body and remove co2. The second for redundancy although it was seldom necessary, the only incidents of them failing had been prior design flaws that had been eliminated by the time of this units construction. The pod fluid also contained neural transceivers to keep the occupant frozen in place and maintain the brain activity of an occupant. It could also maintain the healthy tone of bone and muscles. In long trips it was not uncommon for a traveller to exit a pod significantly more trim and muscular than they had entered.

In times past they could also be used to facilitate a shared virtual environment between pods – like a sort of shared dream scape, which could be used to give the occupant the illusion of training to match their outward physique. Although by necessity such cross connections between pods was usually carefully restricted to avoid close links between minds outside of surface thoughts. These had fallen out of favour when more modern hyperdrives had been developed that could match relative time with real time. When most points in the galaxy could be reached within two weeks, a dreamless sleep was seldom any threat to mental health – although in rare cases the tech was used for rapid assimilation of new skills outside of space travel.

The pods were also quite large. It occurred to him that two people could probably fit in a single pod, but they were only equipped with a single mask, and try as he might, there did not appear to be a spare one anywhere on the transport. Without the medications he would literally drown.. or at least feel as if he was. Over time this would likely damage his lungs too. The gauntlets were less a problem, the pod had two as standard, he could just use the redundant one. For any other person this might have presented an issue too. Both gauntlets shared a common connection point to the pod for the blood supply; but the retainer in this case had been carefully selected and groomed from childhood to be employed in this role; as such they had taken great pains to make sure he shared the same blood type should she ever need an urgent transfusion in an emergency. Other than the downside of slightly reduced oxygen when split two ways, the gauntlets should maintain two people. They contained sensors that would change the saturation level as needed. Two occupants might be straining things but would work.

He was not much different in age to the princess either. He was only just older than her by the necessary margin of years that he could be properly trained for his role as her companion by the time she needed him when both of their ages were still in single digits. His role was a complex one. Although she had personal servants and handmaidens, the empire was old and sensible enough to be pragmatic on matters of human needs, both physical and emotional – he was expected to get close to the princess, even love her, and be loved in return – some princesses even married these retainers if they were not to become queen. Otherwise they were simply servants that on occasion would perform the duties of the husband if he was away, or simply too lazy. This would assure that he would always be loyal and act in her best interests.

He was also instructed in more physical matters, no small matter given the age in which he was required to learn of them represented in part a tragic loss of his childhood, but such knowledge had never caused issues, even in those moments where the curiosity of the childhood princess had needed indulging, which he was duty bound to fulfil. He had on those instances been elevated from retainer to intimate servant. More than a few baths had been shared, comparisons of their bodies made, and intimate places ordered to be washed with great care, taking more time than strictly necessary for hygiene. If anything her demands in that respect gave him a better appreciation of the princess. In the end his childhood was, beyond a foreknowledge of how the objects of her curiosity were actually used, fairly typical of youth of the age. The only difference was he was always on hand should she need him, while a low born citizen might need to seek out a favoured playmate.

As the pair grew up, their ages in double digits, his duties also included instructing her on the reproductive features of her body, and should she need more intimate attention - on command she could order he perform the recreational activities of her body too. The pragmatism of the empire covered this too, the medical technology had long since conquered the human body, and pregnancy was only possible if both parties desired it. The only downside (if you could call it that) of this technology was perhaps that the main side effect of this technology on younger women was that for the entirety of puberty often until their 20s, their bodies; infertile as they were, behaved as if they were in a permanent state of high fertility, and the effect of constant arousal that accompanied it.

To be fair, nobody was complaining, it meant morale was high galaxy wide, since very few sexual taboos, especially such inconvenient things as chastity or modesty still existed by the second millennium of the empire. People acted as their needs dictated, and even constant arousal can be treated easily by enough sexual satisfaction. So their productivity; once the disruption to social ideals created by complete control over their reproductive processes died down, was not really impacted much.

In any case the increasingly intimate nature of his status with the princess gave him the beginning of a wicked idea. She had been making more and more erotic demands on him (usually involving his hand) prior to the assassination attempt. Even the very day the attempt had been made she had been so busy she had pulled him into the toilet (since it was the only place she could get out of the public eye for a few moments), begging him to do his duty to ease her discomfort, which had reached such heights by that point, she suggested he do something very interesting indeed, something that she had not demanded since one of their more wild childhood experimentation sessions years ago – and which had gotten very messy, since she really had needed the bathroom break too. Quite badly as it had turned out, which she had not even hesitated to do all over him as he tried to perform the requested duty with his mouth. It was the need to dry his uniform afterwards that had been the sole reason he had avoided joining the fate of her parents during the assassination as he had not been in the room. Something that was foremost in his mind. Her making him do that had saved his life, so the idea of doing it again on his own initiative and the act saving them both and allowing them to escape together seemed ironically bitter sweet. In more ways than one. Since that is exactly how he would have described her aftertaste too.

He pulled up the specs of the pods, and looked up the specifics. His mad idea might just work. According to this the metabolic reducer and breathing suppressant passed almost entirely intact through the body, as well as a survivable percentage of the nutrient mix. Although he would lose weight, and not in a good way due to the calorie deficit. Downside was the drug that made you sleep and not notice time passing hardly passed through at all. The acids might not do his teeth much good either. He would also be partially aware of almost the entire five years of relative time passing, between falling asleep naturally at least. Which meant when he got to the other side, he might actually have to force himself to breath for a time after he exited the pod, as not breathing for 5 years would doubtless be habit forming. In addition to that, the numbing agent used to install the gauntlets would wear off by the second day, as it was assumed occupants would be comatose by then. Since he may still be awake, he would feel the needles after that. It would not be pleasant.

Plus he would be frozen in that position the entire time. He turned to regard the princess. That might not be entirely terrible considering where his face would need to be. Feelings aside, the blonde girl looked pretty damn smoking hot even unconscious. Puberty had hit her hard the last few years, and none of those hits had been with an ugly stick, He could think of worse ways to spend 5 years alone than pressed up against a hot girl who he loved madly. Even is she was asleep.

She was already carefully positioned in the pod, the biomonitor above showing almost no brain activity and a slow beep indicating her dulled heart rate. The soft support straps holding her upright standing naked in the open pod, her legs slightly apart. He did some mental calculations in his head. Not enough space. He adjusted all the straps which raised her body up another 2 feet in the pod, with her legs even further apart now. He found his eyes drawn to between her legs. It was not the first time he had seen it, although with her in a coma, it was his first time seeing it when she was not aroused.

Apparently every time he saw it, she must have been quite horny. It had lost its usual pink accents from being engorged in excitement. For the most part it was a normal skin colour now. The labia lips were slightly apart, a cool white on the outside and a cute light pink on the inside. Almost like it had looked when she was a child. Even so he could see dampness in there. He gently wiped at the wetness between her labia lips with his fingers before enough accumulated it started leaking out. It felt different to how he remembered it, more wet than slippery, he sniffed his finger and licked the wetness experimentally. Ah. Urine. He looked at her labia now. Apparently the wipe had stimulated her bladder to release a little. Slow drips of pee started dripping out from between her lips.

He sighed. Well if he was going to have to put up with it for 5 years, he should probably see what he was in for. He leaned in experimentally and ran his tongue along the dripping slit. There was that special smell of hers that made his heart race. Where he licked that had not yet been moistened by urine, she had a slightly metallic sweet taste, lower down her pee was running over the lips down her legs a little then losing grip and simply falling to the ground on the floor of the pod in a puddle between her legs. There she had a subtle salty butter taste with a slightly acidic after taste. His licking further stimulated her bladder and he suddenly found himself with an entire mouth full of her urine.

He swallowed with resignation and kept his mouth pressed to her, sucking gently and periodicity tickling her urethra with the tip of his tongue and massaging her tummy to keep the bladder flowing into his mouth. Although it was soft he noted the fur between her legs irritated his nose and cheeks. He should probably remove it before he closed the pod on them both. His own too. Otherwise one or both of them would be bleeding from a rash by the time they reached their destination.
The flow soon slowed and stopped, and without thinking he licked her clean of any pee traces. She twitched a little, and for a second her hand tapped the back of his head as if she had for a moment attempted to press his face into her harder a moment, then she went still again. Her breathing hardly changing.

He stepped back. A little colour had appeared in her labia, but it was fading to white again. Glancing up at the bio monitor it showed some spikes of brain activity, touching on the REM range in a few places then dropped to almost nothing again. He reached up and checked her eyes. They twitched a little occasionally as if her body was fighting out of unconsciousness and trying revert to REM sleep, but failing on both counts. She was still somewhere between sleep, unconscious and comatose. In his current position he realised his face was at the level of her breast nipples. These too looked different from how he recalled. Normally they were partially or fully erect. Right now they were just two cute little pink bumpy circles, one breast discoloured by what looked like a birthmark; but he knew this was where she had been hit by the gunfire. The only imperfection on her skin. The mark was surprisingly large.

He ran his free hand over the mark gently, pressing his fingers into her ribs. He could feel her skin was warm, her chest moving smoothly, and the slow but strong beat of a heart under his hand. Her nipples almost looked the colour of strawberry icecream he thought. He looked back up at her and checked her other eye. With thoughts of icecream in his thoughts he realised he had automatically just started absently sucking one of her nipples as he looked up to check her eyes. They twitched again for a little longer, so he took his mouth off, feeling a little guilty he had done something so casually. Her eyes went still again, and as he turned to check the other eye his chin brushed her breast. As it did her eyes twitched again briefly. That was interesting.

He left her for the moment and hunted around the medical supplies until he found the depilatory cream. It would permanently prevent hair growth until a different cream was used to make it return to normal. He applied it to both his face and the princess’s vagina, noting that her brain activity had little spikes as he rubbed it into her. He waited the required number of seconds, and pulled out a machine designed to go with the cream to aid in removing hair. He ran it carefully over his face, then the princess’s vagina. Then after wiping the skin clean he pressed his face between her legs again gently. No irritation this time. He stepped back.

Thinking over the earlier readings he looked again at her eyes under an eyelid. Watching carefully this time he sucked a nipple deliberately and her eyes reacted by a momentary twitch of REM pattern movement, although it was erratic and halting, stopping quickly when he ceased sucking. He sucked again, giving a little bite and massaging her down her back across her ass, upper thigh and back until the nipple hardened in response. The REM pattern continued to twitch erratically so long as he stimulated her body. He stopped sucking and just massaged her waist. The activity dropped back to almost zero, except for when while massaging her tummy his hand had accidentally given her clitoris the briefest of passing contact. Then there was several small spikes.

Curious what would happen if he used more intense stimulation, he sucked a thumb to moisten it, then gently placed it on her clitoris and started circling it in increasingly fast circles, then went to town sucking and nibbling on one of her nipples as he watched her eyes. With a surprise, he realised the more sexually he stimulated her the closer to normal REM behaviour her eyes changed to. They were still erratic however, feeling guilty about it, he also reluctantly slid a finger inside her vagina and rubbed in there too. That made her eyes move almost normally for a sleeping person, she even started getting a little slippery and wet inside, so he slipped a second finger in and alternated between thrusting inside and massaging her clitoris. That made her really wet, and her eyes were finally moving in a natural REM pattern. Her hands started twitching and he found one suddenly pressing the back of his head to mash his mouth into her breast with one, and the other grabbing the hand between her legs and roughly shoving it inside and out, like she was using his hand like a dildo in her sleep.

He could hear the beep of the heart monitor speeding up, along with her breathing. Then with the squirt of something warm and slippery in his palm, her hips jerked at little at him and she gave a tiny moan for the briefest second. Now that he had stopped, her heart and breathing slowed a little as he stepped back to check the biomonitor, when she moaned there had been a momentary spike almost to the waking level. Although her readings now indicated she was in a deep REM sleep instead of a coma. The readings remained stable for a few minutes, but as her nipples started going soft again, and the colour of her vagina paled again, the blood engorging it draining so did her readings slowly sink down to the red again too. He placed the flat of his hand on her vagina and gently massaged it until he could feel her getting wet again. As he watched, her readings rose back into the REM range and remained there while he kept rubbing.

He stepped back feeling equal measures of guilt and curiosity. Every time he sexually stimulated her, the brain readings would rise for a few minutes into the normal range, but as soon as he stopped, it was like she fell into despair and soon faded into the red again. It also only worked if the stimulation was sexual. After her trauma, it could be days, weeks, months or even years before her brain activity returned to normal, and it would probably require some sort of regular therapy to try to coax out brain activity or she might never recover. He looked over the specs of the pod again. “neural transceivers to stimulate brain activity” this section got his attention. He reclined the pod, and attached the face mask and one of the gauntlets to the princess. Then he configured the pod for a 30 minute calibration cycle. The pod sealed, and began filling with the hyper sleep fluid. He watched her readings carefully as her breathing shuddered to a stop, and the gauntlet took over the job of adding oxygen, pumping blood and removing co2. The readings didn’t change much, other than the heart reacting a little to the external pumping of blood.

He moved over to the pod controls and dialled up the neural transceivers. He could see a regular blip of brain activity artificially generated by the fluid, but not a lot else. There were other settings that controlled the percentage of brain activity types to stimulate. He could adjust creativity, memory retention, eroticism, problem solving, meditation, lucidity and social simulation. There was also a setting for synchronicity which appeared to relate to the shared magnitude of the virtual environment and another for implanting new skills or knowledge. He turned most settings up to high, noting some slight spikes in the brain activity. Thinking back to the earlier discovery, he set the eroticism dial to maximum. Now the brain activity showed a few faint lines more than background activity. He dialed up lucidity and social to maximum too. Now there was a consistent line of very low activity across the board. Still in the red however. Lacking any other options he dialled the synchronicity setting to maximum too and set maximum power for the neural transceivers. This setting was considered unsafe if more than one pod was linked, but since there was only one pod there was nobody else to link her mind with. Also it brought her total brain activity up about 50% more. It was still in the red, but now the monitor was showing actual independent thought occurring. A flat 25% of activity across the entire range, and it stayed there this time.

The calibration cycle eventually ended and the pod door opened again. He walked up and pressed his hand to her vagina again, watching the brain activity as he gently massaged it with his palm. This time the neural system seemed to multiply the effect. Instead of gradually increasing spikes that quickly faded if he removed his hand, he got a much more gentle bell curve, which went right into the REM level then over time after he stopped massaging gradually curved back down to 25%, taking several minutes. Ok so sexy rubbing good. What about if he used his mouth, since it was about to spend about 5 years there anyway. He tilted the pod a little so that her vagina rose above the fluid filling it, and gave it a wipe clean. Another bell curve. Then he leaned over and letting his chin sink into the liquid a little pressed his mouth to her vagina and gently started licking it as he looked up at the screen. This time it jumped into the REM region immediately, then a bell curve multiplied it until her brain activity reached almost the waking level. Then something odd happened. His chin that had been tingling where it touched the liquid suddenly felt warm, and he could see the synchronicity line jump from zero and a second synchronicity line appeared at the opposite end. The bell curve suddenly went flat around the “light sleep” level and as the second synchronicity line dropped and almost met the rising line below, his head suddenly felt heavy and everything went dark as the lines overlapped.

He was standing or rather laying he realised, in a silent expanse of infinite blackness. Then looking up he noted a female figure over him like smoke turning solid. He realised it was the princess, well a slightly younger form at least, squatting naked over his face. “Lick me more my love”, she called to him. The mirage was all the more confusing as she was slightly transparent and through her he could see her bio monitor floating behind her. The synchronicity lines were jumping around overlapped, and the line seemed to be thicker. He did as she asked and licked. The screen became smoky but he could see the flat line of brain activity started creeping higher with each lick, so he focused on licking and sucking both princesses both the one in the real world and whatever this shared hallucination was. The bell curve pattern returned, but as it got higher he started seeing flashes of images around them in the darkness, and sounds. Scary sounds. He realised that her last moments before being shot was starting to appear like a wraith, and the screams. Then when one particularly solid form appeared he felt as if he had been hit in the head. The princess shrieked, “Nooo!” and the brain activity graph dropped like a stone back to the 25% red zone, and he found himself back in the room with the pod and his mouth pressed to the princess’s vagina.

The shock had been so much for her, that he could taste a mouthful of her pee again, and her brain activity remained flat at 25%. he gently licked her a few more times, mostly to clean her up, getting a few small bell curves starting again, then leaned back and stood up.

He replayed the brain activity and he realized with the neural settings so high, he would be in a shared mindspace completely unfiltered with the princess if he was touching the fluid. He reached over to the controls and turned the neural transceivers power level down. Her brain activity level dropped down to 20% and he leaned in and licked the princess again until her brain activity nearly reached the point she woke up again, and the sync lines pulled him back into her mindspace again. Once again the memory wraiths intruded and she pulled back inside herself. But it took longer. He made further adjustments until her default activity was only 10% then repeated the experiment. This time the bell curve peaked just below the waking point, although there was some odd flashes in the background, no wraiths appeared this time, and his licking caused her suddenly to climax in his mouth. In her mindspace she had smiled, slid down his body to lay on him, and given him a kiss, then just as she positioned herself in her delusion to mount his penis, she fell asleep. He concentrated and realised to an extent he could control his mindspace counterpart, so he imagined a comfortable bedroom, with her tucked in the bed. Her counterpart found itself sleeping peacefully in the bed, alongside a phantom version of the retainer, aged slightly younger to match the princess’s own youthful self image, the pair snuggled up asleep together. It was an odd feeling standing aside looking at his younger self tucked in bed sleeping with the princess. He also found with some effort he could stand up in the real world, and the mindspace vanished as soon as the fluid was no longer touching him.

He checked the brain scans. While he was in contact her readings sat firmly in REM, but as soon as he disconnected, the bell curve returned and she gradually slid back to the 10% red zone. Although after his oral pleasuring of her, it had taken nearly a full hour to happen this time. If she became so active she nearly woke up, the memories would crash her back down like a lead weight.

Also the fact that in the shared mindspace she was literally begging for him to pleasure her, reduced his feeling of guilt somewhat over his prior experiments in that regard.

He decided to take the risk and join her in the pod. It appeared the only way she was going to recover was if he was with her. It would probably take years to gradually work her up to waking, and as luck would have it, the hyperdrive would give them five of them.

He drained the pod again, and returned it to the normal upright position. He checked the settings one last time, making some minor adjustments that increased the erotic ranges of the neural transceivers. He programmed the destination into the autopilot, waiting until it entered hyperspace before stripping off his clothes, then triggering the activation timer of the pod. 120 seconds. He stepped over to the pod and locked the second gauntlet onto his arm. It stung a moment then went numb, the latch locking onto his arm, he felt an odd burn in his body as the two lovers blood started to mix. 30 seconds in, he felt no particular urgency to take a breath, as the system adjusted the oxygen mix of both their blood.

He had considered simply installing some sort of catheter hose from the princess to his mouth, but if she needed sexual stimulation for 5 years for her mind to ever recover, that was not going to do it. Besides none of the hoses were thin enough, and he was not a doctor.

He squatted down between her legs and pressed his mouth carefully to her vagina, trying to form a mostly airtight seal with his lips, since her vagina, and her pee would have to take the place of the hybernation pod mask for him, trusting the fluid would hold him in position for the 5 years as he literally spent all that time only living by drinking her pee. He positioned himself so he could still reach her clitoris with his tongue tip if he wanted. She was dribbling a little pee already, so he swallowed it experimentally. The position worked. Another 30 seconds in, she had an odd medicine after taste, but also had an almost hunger quenching quality on top of the melted butter flavours now. The pod must be already feeding the drugs and nutrients to the princess he realised.

He gently reached behind her to hug her ass as he gently sucked on her. He looked up and noticed the bell curve rising again on her brain monitor, although with the pod still drained the sync lines didn’t move. He tickled her clitoris playfully with his tongue a moment and noted with satisfaction as the curve rose to somewhere around the REM level another 30 seconds later.

A final 30 seconds later the pod door closed, and he had to wiggle around as he hugged her into a position that would not restrict circulation while maintaining the position of his mouth on her vagina. 5 seconds later just as he finished repositioning he could feel the warm fluid pooling under him as the door finished sealing. His feet could no longer move. He made some final adjustments to his mouth and as the fluid reached his waist. He decided to focus on licking her clitoris as he waited for the fluid. He realised that she was getting wet from his licking. When the fluid reached his shoulders she surprised him by grabbing his hand with one hand and weaving her fingers into his to hold his hand. Her other hand found its way to gently resting on his head, tangled in his hair. To a limited degree it helped hold it in place against her just as his face was completely covered and could no longer move. It felt nice there. Warm. She was holding the hand with the gauntlet he realised. Their hands and bodies were now locked permanently in that position for the next 5 years.

The pod finished filling and it released a massive dose of drug and nutrient into the princesses mask. Her brain readings dropped as the sleep and other drugs kicked in. Then realising he had made a grave miscalculation so did his. Shared blood supply meant shared pod drugs. Minutes later, as the princess’s kidneys caught up, his mouth filling with her urine suddenly disturbing him. It must have included a diuretic. Unable to move or take a breath he felt a moment of panic, but soon realised all he need do was relax his throat, like sculling a beer, as it filled his mouth her pee drained straight into his stomach. Shortly after that he realised he no longer had any desire to breath anyway; and the sense of panic faded to nothing. Then he blacked out. . Or rather found himself standing in the room he had imagined earlier, only now it seemed entirely real.

Their synchronicity lines had overlapped again, and with such a high neural setting, and sharing the same tank, they were 100% synchronised, which is about 95% more than was typically recommended in these pods. They were literally sharing the same mind, the same bloods, and her pee now. The princess was still asleep. Even in the shared virtual world. The cloned version of himself faded and vanished, so he walked over and slid into the bed to take his place. The princess put her arms around him holding his head, and held one of his hands as they both slept.

After a while a pain woke him. He realised he was awake, but also that he was still in the shared mindspace sleeping next to her. The numbing agent on his gauntlet had worn off. It really did sting. But he realised it was easy to ignore the pain, as he was getting a fair dose of the same drugs as the princess because they were sharing blood via the gauntlets. But a single dose between two meant he was not entirely asleep in the pod yet.

He focused on the mindspace and realised that the other drug must have kicked in because she appeared frozen in time as she slept. The pod must have been struggling to sync them again, as his mind felt heavy, and in the mindspace his avatar moved about 20 times faster than she did. He realised he would be getting a much higher dose of the metabolic drug vie her swallowed pee. No wonder he felt odd. He calmed himself and moved his tongue experimentally. He realised his mouth was full of pee again, she must have been emptying her bladder into it for a while as they had slept. The taste was perverted. Especially since he could move his tongue around in it.

He ran his tongue around the edge of his lips. They really had formed an airtight seal on her, and pee tight too as it turned out. He licked inside the princess, and realised the pee had filled his mouth, overflowed and filled her vagina too. Nasty. He relaxed and allowed himself to swallow. Eventually he cleared his mouth and a short while after that the last of the overflow out her vagina was gone too. His mouth cleared he discovered she was leaking into his mouth again. Naughty.. well not really, at this point it would just leak out as fast as her kidneys made it. So why could he feel it if her metabolism had slowed? He realised he was getting some of the time perception drugs too via her blood. Once again a half dose. He decided to see if his licking could rouse the princess again, and began teasing her clitoris with his tongue tip and sucking gently. The odd heaviness in his mind gradually faded and he noticed in the mindspace he was slowing down, or she was speeding up.. in any case they must have synced again and met in the middle. She woke up in the bed, sort of flickered out and in existence for a second, and he found himself within the mindspace with his head between her legs licking much like he was in the real world to her in the pod. In the bed this time she was on her back, watching him lick her, smiling happily.

Then she gasped, and at the same time he had the strangest out of body sensation. They had reached 100% sync again.. which meant he could feel what it was like when he licked her, both in the mindspace and the pod, by that same measure she could now feel what she tasted and felt like to him when he licked her. Their minds started overlapping more until she suddenly pushed his head back in the bed and said suddenly with confusion, “oh my.. what have you done.. what happened?” the ghostly images in the background were starting to flicker into existence, and odd sounds echoed in the distance. Not sure what to do he grabbed her face in the mindspace and said, “focus on me, my face. You have had a trauma, you nearly died, but I don’t think your mind is ready to remember it yet; you go into shock every time you try to wake up. Concentrate only on this room, and us” in the pod he squeezed her hand weakly.

The images flickered into being for a moment as wraiths, her eyes went wide with fear but she didn’t look. Instead she was looking at him, the both of them flickered out and back into existence only now they were holding hands. She nodded in understanding, helped in part by the 100% mind sync, and let her own mind exist more in his world than her own for a time. The wraiths and sounds faded and vanished. She avoided her own mind and explored his instead.


She looked out the window into the nothing void outside, but to her she could see all his memories out there.

“Oh my. You really do love me don’t you. I can feel it. The way you feel it is different but nice. Like a sort of hug but you are on fire at the same time but it doesn’t burn, it is warm; but it does hurt a little. Here; this is how I feel about you..”

She thrust a feeling at him like pushing something into his hand, and suddenly he felt the love she felt for him too. Hers was a curious sort of thing. Like the laughter of children, excitement and a curious numb sort of sad yearning. Both feelings blending into a single merged sensation for each of them. “Oh wow”, he said. Words failed him but since they could feel how each other felt right now, she understood all the same.

She looked about. “Where is this place? It’s nice.”, she asked. “Just something I made up when you needed to feel safe.”, he answered. The princess sort of looked into space a moment then giggled, “Oh I see. Sorry, I guess that scared you too. OH. Oh my. I see where you are in the real world too. Oh wow that is so naughty. You have your mouth THERE? And you cant move it for 5 years?”

He smiled and nodded, “it will seem shorter than that to us thanks to the hyper sleep meds, but with two of us sharing the one dose it will be too small”. In the pod in the real world he licked her. In the dreamspace she jumped and moaned. “Oh bad boy.. don’t stop. Oh I like this.”, she moaned. She flickered out of existence a moment and suddenly he found her sitting on the side of the bed naked, with him licking her in the dreamspace too. “Oh actually I can feel and taste what I am doing in your mouth in the pod right now. Oh wow this is so filthy. I think I really like doing this. Oh.. nasty boy, you like me doing it too?”, she giggled.

In the dreamspace she closed her eyes a moment. The room flickered a little, then he noticed that in the pod she was pissing full force into his mouth as he licked at her. She flickered again and opened her eyes, and he found that she was pissing into his face in the dreamspace too as he licked her there, somehow he could smell her piss, and taste it too now, and it seemed to keep going forever. Which in a way it was. Because of the time perception drugs he was experiencing it on two different time scales. It was very confusing and very exciting. In the pod she ran out of pee, and as he swallowed it, a sensation she was now sharing with him, she climaxed on him. For her she felt it in both places too. So it was like she had two orgasms at the same time in two places.

“Oh wow that felt so good, and nasty and dirty.. and we get to do this for years?”, she said happily. “Well our MINDS get to do it, although I expect more than a few times our bodies will react similarly in the pod in the real world too.”, he answered.

“Ooh.. can we do this too?”, she flickered out and appeared again on her back on the bed with her legs around him, and his penis inside her. He thrust at her experimentally. The neural settings amplified the sensation and added any stimuli needed to make it feel real. “Oh fuck… we CAN do this here. Wow this feels better than real, and you can go on for literally days in our dreamspace since there is no biological parts to get tired”, she moaned perversely.

She made him fuck her for a week straight in their mindspace. Luckily at some point in the pod he had fallen asleep so he could focus his entire mind on the activity, and since he was sleeping in the real world it could have been a minute, an hour or a day and they still experienced it as a week in their minds since dreams really have no point of reference for time.

“We shouldn’t get too carried away, or the real world will be a disappointment.”, he laughed.

“Oh I am not sure about that.. I am loving it when this happens..”, she said. In the pod he felt her pissing into his mouth full force again so he started licking her there. As usual the sensations carried over to the dreamspace and she was soon rolling around on the floor moaning, as she could experience both the giver and taker thanks to their sync.

“Wow you are really getting good at doing that even with the weird time scales and out of body sensations.”, he said impressed that she seemed so capable of effecting at least that particular function of her body while technically being in hyper sleep. “Actually it is getting harder to do, I think the pod is trying to slow my metabolism more, enjoy it while you can.”, she said.

He nodded. That was how the pod worked. The longer the relative time the slower it needed to make anyone in a pod function to survive it. Since he was getting a reduced dose of the perception drugs he had solved the problem in part by trying to sleep as long as possible in the real world. Which given the reduced nutrients too, it was getting a little too easy to do. His body must be pretty weak this many weeks later. At least half of the perception drug was still getting to him. The pod was dosing her heavily because it detected they were not fully in suspended animation yet. The sensors were confused by two heartbeats and the higher oxygen needs, but it had been designed to cope with pregnant women, so it had some capability to understand the situation. For him now a day passed in what seemed like hours now. It was still not enough for him to perceive the 5 years as two weeks, but it gave him time to work on the problem of the princess’s trauma, and he was getting deeper in over time. He had made some progress, she was now at the brain activity level she should be with the extra supplied by the neural system and the almost non stop sexual stimulation. The double dose of the metabolic drug from her urine seemed to be making it easier to sleep too.

By the time they arrived at the remote royal estate on an uninhabited ocean world, technically two weeks later, for them it had felt more like three months. Still better then 5 years thankfully. He had used the time to gradually coax her back into her own mindspace and face the traumas a little at a time in between numerous sex adventures in their minds. When the pod finally released the pair of them, they had lost much of their weight. For the princess she looked even hotter than she had when they departed, all her body and muscles toned to perfection with not a trace of fat. He had not faired quite as well, but he looked like he had spent a little time at the gym at least. A few other interesting side effects occurred too. The pod always tried to match biological reality in the dreamscape with physical reality. Which meant after all that virtual mind sex.. she could near snap a steel bar with her kegal muscles, piss on demand, and came like a fireworks display with little more than a light breeze, She also squirted more often than not if he got her off now.

Unlike the rest of his body her loyal retainers penis had fared pretty well too for the same reasons. Gaining stamina and a little size during their trip.

She liked the lack of vagina hair and left it like that.. and after 5 years of effectively having his mouth pressed to her, the skin of her vagina was so immune to external factors it never got a rash of any sort, ever. She could literally walk around in pissed in clothes for a week, and other than a funny smell would still be fresh and ready for a fuck any time she wanted one. Not that she needed to, the transport contained her entire wardrobe.. although she had made a habit of wearing knickers.. just to wet herself in them. Both of them found that exciting now for some reason.

With nothing better to do, they nursed each other back to health for a month, regaining their lost body mass and the pair were soon having dirty sex so often it was like breathing for them both.

Interestingly they had not immediately noticed as they had taken it for granted, but certain effects of the neural sync carried over after being linked mind and body for five years. Each time they coupled, both of them could feel the sensations the other did. It must have changed something in both their brains that meant physical contact allowed them to link minds now.

They had been very lucky to be so biologically compatible, neither of them had any recent illness’s so there was not enough immune response for each others immune system to attack each other or sharing blood for so long could have been fatal for them both. In the end thanks to his error although it had taken a few days longer, the time perception and sleep meds had eventually worked for them both. The pod too had tried to compensate with higher doses of nutrients as well but since it was designed for a limited range of body sizes and a second occupant no larger than an unborn child, it had fallen a little short, which is why two weeks had felt more like twelve.

The pair of them teased one another over how he probably had not needed to spend the entire trip with his mouth pressed to her vagina; especially as it doubled his breathing suppressant dose. However on reading further on the topic of the pods he discovered the reason they medicated via masks instead of direct to the blood stream related to the occupants stomach. It had been found that without regular liquids into the stomach on a long trip, medical issues; sometimes fatal could occur. Even worse had his mouth not had an airtight seal had any of the pod fluid been swallowed or entered his lungs, when it immobilised them it could have also been fatal. They had actually been very lucky.

The estate had been pretty much self contained. She made use of the communications system to monitor what was happening on the homeworld – and discovered that a revolt had broken out, apparently it had been discovered who had really killed the royal family.

The pair were eventually able to return. The remote estate had another transport mothballed with all its pods intact, so as tempting as it had been to share again; they decided not to take the risk, although they had overridden the limits to neural sync between pods since they had grown so accustomed to having full access to one another’s minds.

Their return was a surprise to the population who thought her dead, and had been searching for any distant royal relation at the time. But anyone still left to object from the admirals traitors were soon dealt with as the princess had also returned with the near sentient robotic honor guard platoon which had travelled with them to the remote royal estate.. Instead she took the throne – her loyal retainer never far from her side, and often under her skirt saving her the need to take a bathroom break and up to a lot more too.. the princess had decided she quite liked it when he had his mouth on her like that.. when he wasn’t doing it without asking she would usually front up and ask him to do it anyway. Either way he spent a lot of his time with her using his mouth between her legs.

In fact a minor scandal broke out when he was discovered under there once.. the problem soon resolved itself by marrying him, at which point it was none of their business what her husband got up to between her legs. Many young lovers throughout the empire started making a habit of doing something similar in so many cities it eventually became a cultural tradition too. Although if they had known what he was really doing under there for her, it might not have caught on so easily… then again if they did, perhaps girls might have brought back the old habit of wearing underwear again.. and wetting them.. a lot. That certainly would have been interesting. Her husband certainly thought it was.. since that tended to be what she spent a lot of time doing when they were home alone together.

If the female royal household staff thought it odd she had so many pairs of pissed in knickers to wash, they never mentioned it. But given the laundry soon contained their own panties in much the same condition.. it soon became obvious that the female staff doing it too had also become a cultural tradition. Probably because the royal couple had been doing it for so many hundreds of years in their artificial eternal youth, the house staff had grown up to take it for granted enough they started appreciating how fun it was to do it themselves..