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Housebreaking

Mama-Bear's face softened into a smile, and the bot gave forth a sigh. "Cosyne... We own your ship. We have access to it's information systems and logs and minds built for statistical analysis.". The bot stayed quiet for awhile after this, paws on her hips, waiting for something. When it didn't happen, and Cosyne just stared at her blankly, she rolled her eyes and spoke again, "Being a silly dog, I know things like this are hard for you to understand. As a matter of fact, all of you are somewhat silly in your own respects, so I'm going to give you all a little... help... here, understanding what your devious care-takers are up to. We have access to your ship's logs, thanks to some modifications made by Tanjent long before we were put in charge of taking care of you.", Tanjent, who was now silently sitting in front of her caretaker in a diaper, sucking on her cock-gag voluntarily, looked away in tears; feeling like a traitor, much like Tumbles. "The backlogs.", she continued, "From the records of what's being used where electricity, water, and waste-disposal wise. We can figure out more or less what each of you have been up to every waking moment on this ship, and, from that, we can get a good idea of when all of you need to eat, sleep, drink, and use the facilities. If you were allowed to use them, anyways. By now, all of you should be able to pee. A few of you have had to for awhile.", several crewmembers squirmed uncomfortably at this, "Regardless of whether or not you are bursting at the seams right now, if you don't take this, and every subsequent, opportunity given to go to the bathroom, you will not hold out to the next opportunity granted. I'm sure some of you are thinking we might be wrong in our predictions. So you can rest assured that if you turn down an opportunity given, we will not give you another until an 'accident' has happened. So... special cases first, before everybody watching is too busy wallowing in their own shame to help you guys later and properly observe your own new ways of life. Cosyne... Do you need to be taken for walkies? Or would you rather slowly let it pile up until you make a small puddle on the cargo-bay floor for your sister to clean up?"

Cosyne's eyes went wide and, looking to his sister, he nodded sheepishly. Mama-Bear quietly walked outside of the circle, and Mama-Frost retreated to it's circumference as well, Frost still dangling from her paws. Mama-Cosyne grinned and spoke for the first time, her fur blue like Cosyne's and her form more athletic and less voluptuous as some of the other modified bots, "Dogs can't talk like people do. Nods, head-shakes, words... those don't work. If you need to go for walkies, you'll have to ask like a pet.". Grinning wider still, she dropped a leash to her feet.

Cosyne looked at it for awhile, his ears slowly lowering. Eventually he reached out to pick it up in his paws, starting to clip it to his collar as his whimpering began. Before it could latch shut though, Mama-Cosyne's foot slammed down on the leash, pulling it, and his paws, to the floor. Her velvet-furred paw slapped his nose and she said quite firmly, "No. Dogs don't use their hands like people do.", and with that, she lifted her foot from the leash, after he reluctantly let go of it with his paws.

Cosyne looked up at the bot, then down at the leash. He stared at it for a bit, and then something happened to him. His form shivered, and his fur stood on end as it rippled down his frame. His ears drooped and his tail curled tightly between his legs. He let out a whining yelp, one far more canine than most hybrids could manage, and his eyes opened wide as his cheeks flushed. The yelp tapered to a whine, and his eyes shut as his head lowered slowly and his cock began to throb, hardening as a very terrible part of an old fantasy started to become real. He wondered, really briefly, as he looked to his sister and saw her sucking a rubber cock and looking truly ashamed in her diaper and collar, what was happening to them. His tail started to hike, and he wondered if this was something they had all carried forever in the hidden parts of their own identities. He was about to wonder if this would be good for them or ruin them, but then his nose touched the leather handle of the leash. The smell permeated his nose, and all thought ceased, replaced by that scent. Cosyne let out a loud, lingering moan as he opened his muzzle and scooped it in with his tongue. The leather touched his tongue, the nylon held in his teeth, and his tail started to wag, his eyes as bright as his cheeks felt as he sat on his hindlegs with a loud bark, begging with his cock's red flesh bobbing stiffly in the air in front of him, dribbling precum profusely.

When Cosyne, Syne, Tanjent, and Bell had shifted, they all had heard eachother's choices. The clinics and meatshops all offered a catalog, literally, of available genitals, running the spectrum from beast reduced (or enlarged) to human proportions, to plain human, to more exotic options. All had heard Cosyne opt for almost the most beastial option.

Now, as his tapered, proud length wagged with his tail, all of them knew why.

Cosyne whined and scrabbled at his caretaker's thighs, whimpering and holding the leash in his muzzle.

The bot looked down at him, smiling sincerely, "My puppy need walkies? Huh?", she spoke down to him, like one would to a pet, "Huh? Little boy need to water the bushes?". Cosyne shuddered again, and howled, pawwing more franticly and waving his tail in a frenzy. The others watched in amazement at how quickly their friend became almost indistinguishable from a dog, something several of them had seen before. "C'mon!", the bot woofed as it took the leash from Cosyne's mouth and clicked it to his collar. Immediately, the coyote lowered to all fours beside her, tailwagging a storm as he yipped like an eager puppy and pawwed the floor of the cargo bay, muzzle flat on the floor.

As the bot took her first step, Cosyne bolted ahead to the end of the leash, tugging on it as he eagerly darted from side to side, sniffing eagerly and occasionaly wheezing when his caretaker tugged him back by his collar, keeping him in line. As he was walked in laps around the cargo bay on all fours, Cosyne's bot talked to him between random tugs on his leash to rub in who was in charge, "Now don't think that just because you're a dog you won't get in trouble like the rest. You've got human dignity AND doggy dignity, and your punishments will deprive you of both. Doggy's don't cry sweetheart, but you will.", at that, the bot stopped and tugged the leash, "Heel!", she ordered softly. Cosyne, tail lowered, scuttled to her side to sit.

She held out a paw, pointing to a corner. "That is where you do your business. Now lets go.", she spoke softly as the crew watched in sheer amazement, Cosyne's only response a eager woof and a lopping crawl over to the corner as he was walked there. When he got there, he spun in a circle, sniffling, and looking to his bot with a questioning >Woof!<. She nodded once and, his cheeks burning, his heart pounding in arousal and anxiety as he lifted his tail, then his leg proudly. Cock still hard, and obvious, jutting out a briiliant red-pink over his blue fur, he looked to his friends, his humanity asserting itself in a deep pang of shame, trying to reassert itself. It almost failed, but then, Cosyne demonstrated where his doggy-practice had, on his own, never quite dared to go. As he let loose his bladder, a shiver worked down his back.

The shiver rippled through him, and hit his dangling cock. The cock shuddered in turn, and as the warmth of his piss splattered across his forelegs first, then backscattered off the floor as his forceful spray was directed straight down, tiny droplets of awful warmth saturating his length and sac and groin. Humanity came back, but it had lost, and wasn't feeling particularly human-like, the canine face to face with how much he loved this treatment. He lowered his blushing cheeks, howling incoherently as the warmth spread, the piss soaking through his fur. The howl made his cock bob again though, lifting the stream and soaking his chin. He learned from that mistake and stood still, looking very puppyish again, though no dog ever had the deep embarrassment and lust in their eyes that this one did, his eyes rolling as the puddle grew wider and wider, warming his three lowered feet. As he sat there, draining his bladder, he had one coherent thought, "Oh my god I am a dog...".

After the pissing ceased, that lewd red length dangled beneath him. He started to move again, but his owner-bot said, "Stay.". With a whimper, he obeyed, looking to her questioningly. The bot, far beyond any biological concerns of it's own, kneeled next to Cosyne in his awkward pose, next to the puddle. It wrapped a velvet paw around his length as the other stroked his back reassurringly. "Good boy...", she whispered soothingly, "You'll get the hang of it later, with practice.". The prone coyote cried out in a yelping yowl, in lustful appreciation, or shame. Which one wasn't clear. "It's alright Cozy-puppers, you'll get lots of practice, I promise!", she woofed happily, her soft paws doing a number on his cock, it's knot swelling quickly. When it finally got full, Cosyne started humping insistently, trying to tie with that lovely paw, but it kept letting go or slipping further up his shaft, teasing him, denying him relief until he howled in frustration. Cosyne ached, hungering for that warmth, that feeling of something tight and warm squeezing behind his swollen knot, releasing his seed and stress. His howl, deep, full of need and satisfaction, was ended when she clamped his muzzle shut and bapped his nose. "Behave! Stay. Until the mess is cleaned.". With that, he whimpered in anguish. Somehow, Cosyne didn't believe he could just finish himself off. He believed, truly, deeply, that the only things that could help him were a bitch or a helpful human. But none were near.

Tanjent, trying to hide against the fllor, was given a nudge by her own bot. Mama-Tanjent purred gently, "Go on kitten. Or you'll have four more friends to accompany you in your cute little diapers, but you don't want to put your brother's housebreaking on hold, do you?". Tanjent looked at her brother and blushed furiously. She knew better than to delay. The cat pulled the waistband of her diaper out and dropped her cock-gag into it to hold it as she padded up to her brother, kneeling next to him, at the puddle's edge. She shook her head and smiled softly, rubbing his cheek softly, lovingly, her sadness fading as she looked at him and realized she at least partially understood how he felt. She looked to the puddle, that large, daunting puddle, and she shivered, wondering if she could really do what was needed. But first, her eyes were drawn to that bulging knot. Cosyne was still hard, throbbing, and whining. Tanjent licked her lips, trying not to think of what she wanted to do to her brother, but her other task was equally hard. Literally. This was an opportunity she needed though, a chance to test how her family would react to figuring out her own hidden wants. She needed to make sure first...

Hesitantly, almost as if she wasn't actually doing it, she lifted her paw to that throbbing piece of meat. Her pink pawpads, purple-furred paws, and brilliant neon-green fingers reached for it's tip, stopping just before it. She started to rationalize as she curled her fingers around the tip, gently testing the waters as she watched his face. "I'd do it even if I wasn't all twisted and weird, I don't want him to suffer...", she thought to herslf as her face flushed, but she could not ignore how warm it felt in her paw. How that warmth seemed to grow beneath her diaper too, her clit slowly swelling and pulsing as she gave it a squeeze.

Cosyne yelped in surprise, and his tail wagged. Seized by desperation, the part of him that was deeply disturbed by his sister teasing his cock was far off and really hard to hear. The dull ache of his knot was much louder, and his puppy-self spoke with it. He shot her a glance, one that begged with all he was for her to do it, to push him over the edge. It begged for relief, but it must not have been clear enough.

Slowly, like silk, Tanjent's paw make a tight, soft, warm circle around his cock, slipping down to the base of the knot and resting there. Whatever else she might do today, she wouldn't take advantage of her brother. Smiling at him, she winked and waited, squeezing rhythmicaly and thrusting with her pelvis once to let him know it was okay. No sooner than she had humped, he followed, driving his knot through her soft paw and yelping cutely as she squeezed, hard, spraying volley after volley of cum into his piss-puddle. Spent, he trembled, and started to fall, but Tanjent shoved him over before he could fall in the puddle. The cat giggled softly and patted his side as he panted gratefully, resting.

Cosyne fixed, Tanjent looked at the mess before her: a puddle of dog-piss, laced with cum. She shuddered softly, wondering what her friends must think of her as she licked her paw clean of cum and pre. She didn't realize they thought she was a saint, for keeping them out of diapers and relieving poor Cosyne in a way that'd make most people squeamish. As she lowered to all fours, and sniffed at the puddle, she shivered and shut her eyes. Seconds passed. Her friends watched anxiously as she took one big step into her new life.

Tanjent lowered her muzzle to the puddle and took a dainty, hesitant lick of puppy-piss, tasting it as she trembled, then swallowing. It was bitter. Salty. Sorta sweet. Strong. And it made her pulse quicken in pure lust. She wanted to show restraint, she truly did, but something grew in her, just like with Cosyne.

She licked.

She licked, because that was her place.

Dainty, at first. Soft little kitty-licks that echoed in the silence, her dextrous tongue pulling slurp after slurp of her brother's piss into her mouth, leaving no doubt in her friend's minds what she was doing in front of the large, pink diapered rump that was pointed towards them.

They thought she was licking to help them. To make things easier for them. Only Doc knew better so far. Tanjent wanted to believe it, herself. It certainly made it easier for her to get started, but once she got started, things changed.

That puddle looked less like a obstacle, something that scared her.

With every lick, it became a comfort. The taste faded into a bliss that overcame her.

Her licking sped up, quick little laps of her tongue, rapidly, one after another, now less languid, more like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk. Her tail, poking from her diaper, proudly lashed in the air behind her. Her cheeks burned a brilliant red as control sapped away, dissolved by lust, by feelings of rightness.

She licked, because it was her place to lick. To serve.

By being something more than a bitch. More than a simple slut.

By being a toy. An object of service, and amusement. She wanted it so badly, but a thread of fear remained. It kept her at a kitty-lick, tongue-full after tongue-full of the lovely fluid washing her pride down her gullet, leaving deep contentment and lust in it's absence.

"No no no no no no...", Tanjent whimpered to herself, silently, her cheeks burning. It was so hard to not purr, so hard to not ROLL in the puddle, soak it up into her fur and spend the day covered in her brother's scent, building furniture and waiting to be 'needed' as her crewmates felt nature's call.

Her whole being focused on not purring, at least what of it wasn't focused on the terrible, lovely taste of gulp after gulp of the kind of milk a Toy cat like her craved, she managed to get caught off guard by something. The cat lifted her face sharply, a tendril of something viscous hanging from the side of her face, dangling out the side of her mouth. A strand of milky cum, stetching to the puddle where it fell with a tiny splash, most of it in her muzzle. On her tongue.

At first, she didn't understand that sharp change of taste, of scent, but she caught on quick. Kitty-eyes opened, and her heartbeat felt like it tripled. Her thighs quivered, and her tail froze still. Something shook her, and her eyelids drooped as another droplet of cum slowly stretched down the side of her muzzle. The shaking continued, resonating through the cargo-bay, the largest purr the tiny cat had ever made, as she realized she had Cosyne's cum on her tongue.

Coyote cum. Her brother's cum.

Her purring was past her control. And so was she.

Slowly, she looked down to one of the ropes of cum in the puddle, lowering her face slowly, her nose dabbing at the pool near one of it's ends. Slowly, daintily again, at eye-level with her panting brother, Tanjent flicked the cum-length's end onto her tongue, pulling her muzzle forward to coax it into her mouth, resting her chin in the piss with no hesitation to accomplish this.

With a mighty purr, and a muzzle-wide grin, she shut her eyes and slurped. She pulled the strand of doggy-cum into her mouth like a piece of spaghetti, splattering piss all over her snout as it was snatched into her mouth, the far end curling, whipping up and splattering over the bridge of her snout and along it's length. Panting, purring, she basked in the taste as other observers slowly realized what Doc had.

The bots were at least partially right, this was her place.

With a swallow and a lustful, playful giggle, Tanjent licked her lips clean of cum an piss, lifting herself and mrowling as piss dripped from her soaked chin-fur. There was still so much left! Another mrowl, and she dug in, licking so quickly, so eagerly, that her tongue flicked specks of piss into the air with every fervent lick, slowly soaking her entire face. Everytime she tasted cum, her purring got louder and she shivered, whimpering in the same way she usually did when she came, until it was all gone. Dizzy from excitement and her rumbling, upset stomach, she groomed her brother respectfully, tenderly, and then cleaned her own fur.

When she was spotless, she slowly turned around and sat down to look at her friends, pulling the cock-gag from her diaper to suck on it again while she timidly purred at them, looking for signs of disgust. Of hatred. Of rejection, but all she could see was bewilderment, and, she dared to hope, caring and gratitude.

Mama-Cosyne walked the coyote back to the circle, and Tanjent walked back of her own accord, while Mama-Bear intoned, "That is how pets are to use the Tanjent-cat properly. Next, you're all going to learn the acceptable ways to use her if you are out of diapers, or in pull-ups."

Tanjent almost fainted, her eyelids fluttering. Out of happiness. Out of sheer overload and guilt. While poor Cosyne tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

This was their new lives. Everything they had secretly dreamed of. Both knew that these fantasies were wonderful, far more satisfying and lovely than just dreaming of them, but both were afraid by how much they wanted this, craved it even; especially given how these ideas had played into their lives already.

In the back of both of their minds, both grappled with the fact they had just engaged in foreplay with a sibling. And liked it.