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(formatting is fucked. dunno why. apologies for that and other quality control problems, just trying to get this done. been busy irl.)

In the cargo bay six crew members sat in a circle. Cosyne, still not entirely out of the strange state of mind he had entered, or, for that matter, even entirely awake, lay in the corner, panting next to a shining patch of floor that, minutes ago, had been soaked in his piss. Until his sister had pawwed him off into it and lapped the resulting mixture up cheerfully, perhaps even eagerly.

His owner bot, Mama-Cosyne, stood next to him, holding his leash and waiting quietly for him to catch his breath. Tanjent, his sister, sat with the rest, next to his twin brother Syne and Doc, the ship's doctor. Or possibly the ship's new sex slave. Occupational certainty had, quite recently, become a rather frail and brittle thing aboard the I-tritrig.

Each bot fastened a collar to their charge, the ones that didn't already have one anyways, and leashed it to the collar of the crewmember on their left. Except for Syne's. Syne's was handed to Mama-Bear by his bot. Frost's leads had more slack than the others, allowing him to crawl on all fours, and Cosyne was left entirely alone.

"Cosyne was a Good boy! He made a mess of his fur and peed all over himself, but he did do it right and with permission, so he's going to be rewarded. Instead of being walked on leash, we're going to trust him to crawl and run as he pleases without a leash, as long as he stays in my eyesight.", Mama-Cosyne explained, getting a cheerful 'Woof!' from Cosyne as he was kicked several notches awake and several notches back into his puppy-self.

As Tanjent giggled and Bell rolled her eyes at Cosyne's antics, Mama-Bear started walking the crew through the ship, Cosyne padding about on all fours, scurrying from friend to friend to try and comfort them as best as he could while the other six worried about what they might be headed to. The bot lead them to a space only Tanjent was terribly familiar with. It was the space that held the majority of their matter recycling systems, the system that extracted water from their biological wastes and grey water for later use. While replicators like the miraculous devices from sci-fi movies were real now, and the ship had one, they weren't simple devices. The power draw was absurd, and you had to feed them matter to rearrange.

This room held the parts of that as well, and was mostly empty and vast. Or it had been, before the bots and Tanjent had prepared it. Piping curved through portions of the space, between various strange variants of toilets, urinals, tubs and other less recognizable things. There was a cabinet along one wall, half open, inside which several implements made of black rubber and surgical steel lay. Along the walls and adorning the devices were various padded restraints and hitch-points. A large whiteboard dominated the far wall, blank at the moment. Each caretaker unclipped their charge's leashes and put them away. Mama-Bear stood next to the board and cleared her throat, the crewmembers forming a line to listen; Frost and Cosyne sitting, one on their haunches, one on their diaper. Mama-Bear spoke.

"This is where you all will use the Tanjent, if you're good enough to deserve it. If you're not, Tanjent will tend to you in front of your friends. It's also where your behavior will be kept track of. By you, if you behave, by us if not. Red is bad, green is good. As long as you're capable of and allowed to use the board, you're Good. Otherwise, you're Bad. Bad little furballs have red names, good ones have green. The only reason bad cubs will enter here is for punishment, or for helping Tanjent with her jobs... which is certainly punishment for the rest of you.

So far, all of you are good. Except Frost. For losing."

With this, she wrote the word 'Frost' on the board in red. "Of course, Bad little boys and girls can still sink lower... and for every mistake they make, further down they go. Since Frost failed to even get one point, he is in deep trouble. Two strikes in.", the bot put two red tallies next to his name, "Three strikes... and we throw out our weekly schedule to throw you a punishment party, starting the next day. At the end of the week, you'll be given a chance to prove yourself and be Good again. But you really don't want that, trust me. The rest of you, being good, must write for yourselves.", Mama-Bear finished, taking a seat on what looked to be half a toilet.

Mama-Tumbles stood up, "Tumbles has been a good girl. A very good girl. Go write 'Tumble-girl' on the board in green and put one green tally next to it. A green tally is Special. You can spend them to help a friend who needs you.", she explained, handing Tumbles a green marker. The raccoon blushed a bit, knowing he could 'help' one of his friends doing little to make him feel like less of a traitor when he kept getting special treatment, especially compared to Frost.

Next, Mama-Cosyne walked up to the board and wrote 'Cosyne-Dog' in green, explaining that, "No dog, no matter how good, can write.", before walking back to Cosyne. Mama-Doc followed, instructing her charge to just write her name in green. Mama-Syne and Mama-Bell followed suit, their charges writing 'Baby Syne' and 'Tinkerbell' in green, walking back red-cheeked.

Mama-Tanjent stood last. "Tanjent... You've been good, mostly, but you interupted us. One red strike. Your name will be 'Toy' on the board. If you're a good little puddle licker, maybe you can lose that strike.", she mrewled. Tanjent, blushing furiously, ran up to the board, wrote what she was told, and scurried back.

"First of all, we're going to punish Frost. It's potty time, and he's been bad, so now it's time to give him something to do while you all enjoy your privileges while you can.", Mama-Bear growled. Frost shivered and whimpered, caretakers grabbed his every limb, pulling him to his stomach flat, spread-eagled. Mama-Bear pulled a large, 1 gallon, clear plastic enema syringe out of the cabinet, then an assortment of jars of fluids, organized by color, one for every color of the rainbow. She smiled softly as Frost squirmed helplessly, gagged and bound and held tightly in his thick pink diaper, sticking the syringe in the blue fluid and filling it. "Blue. For the boy Frost used to be. It'll show up really well on his diaper when he lets it go.", the bot purred in a voice of pure authority. Frost sobbed and shook his head as the bots held him tight, mrewling pitifully into the bulbous nipple of his cock-gag. He howled, muffledly, as he felt two graceful pawtips hook his diaper's waistband and slowly pulling it down, baring his rump. He shook it, trying to escape his fate.

Mama-Bear gave a chuckle, and tugged Frost's buttplug out with a rude tug. The fox-wolf yelped, his eyes watering and his fallen eartips turning pink as his struggles ceased. He lay silent, unmoving, his chin resting in a puddle of drool as he panted miserably. A single tear rolled out of his left eye before he shut them both, feeling the tip of the syringe against his pucker. Frost moaned and clenched his paws tightly, crying more as he felt a droplet roll from the syringe, down his lips and tickling his balls before getting soaked into his diaper. In the tense silence, Mama-Bear could be clearly heard as she whispered, "Bad Girl.", shoving the tip roughly past his tailhole, deep inside, his poor tailring stretching against the thick taper of the syringe as it was cruelly pressed deeper than needed. Frost trembled, squealing and yipping into his 'pacifier' in pain as his tail twitched spasticaly, barely audible as Mama-Bear growled, "Very Bad Girl.", and shoved the plunger down all the way in a smooth motion, filling the poor, diapered vulpine's bowels.

Frost cried. Not like his friends had before. He bawled in pain and helplessness. Mama-Bear spanked both his cheeks once before slowly pulling the syringe out and lifting the diaper back up. Frost continued to cry as his mittens were locked together and lifted from a pulley in the ceiling until he rested on his tiptoes, almost dangling from the chain. He cried and clenched tightly, his stomach aching, but not nearly enough to want to soil himself in front of everybody.

So Frost dangled and cried, slowly starting to sniffle, then just moan as he dangled, crossing his thighs as best he could while dangling uncomfortably.

"As long as nobody is demonstrating the proper use of Tanjent, you are all welcome to comfort the poor little kit and encourage him to be a good boy.", yerfed Mama-Frost sternly, petting his back gently. Cosyne scampered over on all fours, hugging the dangling fox's legs gently. The others followed, none saying anything except Bell, who whispered soft encouragements. Tumbles wanted to hug him, but felt far too guilty about where he was. He finally started to, padding to the suspended, miserable fox-wolf, but Mama-Tumbles stopped him, grabbing his wrist and shaking her head. "You have a choice, being the best behaved. Do you want to go first, or last?", she asked the raccoon.

Tumbles had to think a bit to realize what he was being asked, and in the end, it was the realization he needed to piss that answered the question. The raccoon shuddered and thought the question out carefully. Realizing he didn't have it in him to do what would likely be necessary if Tanjent looked miserable already, he churfed, "First, I guess.", recalling the alternative to cooperation. While Tanjent brushed tears from Frost's fur, hugging him gently, Tumbles walked around the room, his bot churfling quietly, "Which one?", gesturing to the various devices. At first, Tumbles tried to figure out how each one worked, but the idea of using one was never acceptable. Finally, he pointed to a urinal of sorts,

wincing in sympathy for Tanjent. Mama-Tumbles quietly explained the urinal to him, how to fit Tanjent into it. "Now go get her.", Mama-Tumbles churfed, handing him a leash. Tumbles stared at it incredulously, "You can't be serious.", he protested. "Not at all.", she churred cheerfully, "You get to handle her. We'll give you gloves after they're needed, don't worry. Now go get her, or we'll rig you like Frost and then make you use her.

With a sigh, Tumbles padded up to Tanjent, rubbing her shoulder gently. When the cat looked to him, he sighed quietly and asked in a dejected voice, "Tanjy-cat... do you know how... how we're supposed to be doing this?".

Tanjent attempted to speak, her lips moving, but no words coming out. Her ears lowered hen she realized the collar was still silencing her words, and she sighed, looking around and thinking a bit. She mrewled up at Tumbles, shrugging. Tumbles winced at the scent of Cosyne and piss on her breath, then, noticing her small smile, felt a little better, realizing this was more of an ordeal for him than her. "Well... they want me to fit you into the toil... the... the machines.", he churfed, ears lowering a bit. Tanjent blushed softly and stood beside Tumbles, looking around to figure out which one she was headed to. Tumbles sighed softly and clipped a leash to her collar. "Like this.", he churfed quietly. Tanjent mewled softly and looked at the leash that now ran to Tumble's hand, the other starting to shift their attention to her as well as she lowered to all fours, pulling her cock-gag out of her mouth and sticking it in her diaper, cheeks already a bit pink as Tumbles started walking. He stopped in front of a urinal of sorts, one with a widened bottom, with two dimples in the front. A very widened bottom, with no grate or cage for the urinal mint in place, just two holes. One huge, and ringed with a black rubber gasket, the other small, with a tube running from it to a glass bottle below. Tumbles sighed softly, unbuckling Tanjent's collar. "No talking Tanjy, unless it's in the course of being a 'good Toy'. It's off 'cause we can't get it wet.", he explained, as the bot had explained to him. Tanjent nodded sheepishly, looking to her feet.

Tumbles pulled a bolt from it's sheath, unlocking the upper lip of the front of the urinal, revealing that it was hinged, cut straight through the large hole horizontally. He opened it and, obediently, Tanjent climbed in, knowing how it worked. Knowing how they all worked. She hadn't designed all of them, but she had created them. Tanjent shivered and cupped her breasts, lifting them up and squeezing them together. Tumbles looked down sheepishly and shut the urinal's front with the grating noise of porcelain on porcelain. It shut with a heavy, final-sounding crunch.

Tumbles shut the bolt, locking it shut around her chest, the dimples in the front holding her breasts and lifting them a bit, the gasket making a good seal around her. Mama-Tanjent draped a pair of black rubber wrist cuffs attached by a chain aroung the metal piping poking out the top, then Tumbles pulled her paws up one at a time, fastening each and stepping back with a questioning look to Mama-Tanjent.

The bot took in Tanjent, her head held low as it could with her breasts held up and arms pulled tightly upward. Her breathing, fast, almost panting, pushed her chest in and out of its tight porcelain semi-spheres, eliciting soft mrewls as her nipples poked against cold white urinal. Slowly, she looked up into six pairs of eyes, and her ears lowered. On her knees and centered in the urinal, it was quite obvious what was going to happen to the dangling cat.

Mama-Tanjent gave Tumbles a nod.

Slowly, the fluffy coon plodded up to Tanjent. He looked down at her wordlessly, she looked up at him. Blushing, Tumbles churfed out gently, "Tanjent... if we don't muss you up enough, we'll both pay for it. Understand?".

Tanjent nodded and whispered back, after thinking a bit, "I do. It's alright, d-don't hold back... I want to be your toylet-cat.". The cat blushed, afraid to reassure without insulting herself. To be sure the point was made, she lifted her snout, trying to ignore the snort Bell gave and the surprised gasps of others.

Tumbles gave her a small smile, gently rubbing her headfur gratefully. He lifted his cock to the lip, resting his balls on the raised portion and lightly touching his cocktip to Tanjent's muzzle. Tanjent's soft eyes looked up, soft, vulnerable... hungry. She opened her mouth and shut her eyes, lowering her ears. A quick kiss and lick, and she opened her muzzle fully, revealing a soft pink interior and tongue, offered dociley for Racoon piss. Tumbles reached out and lifted an ear up from it's drooped position, aiming for it and letting loose.

The familiar sound of a somebody relieving himself filled the room, only with squeals and whimpers in place of piss splattering on porcelain. First Tumbles soaked and filled her left ear, then her right one, soaking her headfur in the process. When he let each ear go, they drooped immediately. Next, he hit her nose, then her tongue, letting her mouth fill. She drank some, dribbled the rest, her lower quarters wiggling helplessly as she was used. Next, Tumbles sprayed wildly before redirecting the stream to her tight cleavage. As the raccoon soaked her breastfur and warmed her nipples, the urine dribbled down, collecting in the basins her breasts rested in. Eventually, they overflowed, flooding around her midsection and draining down the tube, collecting in the jar. Tumbles pissed on, soaking her cheeks properly.

Eventually the flow tapered off, splattering down the top of her muzzle. He pushed out a few more jets, mostly against her nose, before slipping his cock in her mouth, resting it on her tongue. One last push of piss, right down her throat, and then

he churfed, "Clean.".

Tanjent sucked his cock clean, droplets falling from her fur with loud 'drip's, finishing it with a kiss before pulling back. "Want to um, give me more?", Tanjent mrewled with a soft squirm, her tits squishing and sloshing in the two puddles. Blushing furiously and purring helplessly, she opened her mouth, the part of her that rebelled against all of this silenced, drowned beneath the pint of raccoon piss in her stomach, next to her dignity, leaving her free to do what she wanted: Serve.

"N-no thanks cat... peeing on you is more than enough.", he answered with a sigh, flushing. Tanjent whimpered and shut her eyes tight, her ears lowering fully again.

With a hissing noise, the bottle of collected piss emptied, it's contents splashing down on Tanjent from above in a soaking, warm, pungent deluge. Tanjents whines slowly faded, followed by a long moan from the dangling Frost, his legs trembling.

***** Tumbles was given the gloves he was promised to handle Tanjent with, lifting her dripping form by the scruff after freeing her. She dangled obediently as Tumbles explained what he had been told, that each of them must chose a different device and that he'd install Tanjent appropriately and decide the order they all went in. Done explaining, he wrinkled his nose as a droplet dribbled from the cat to his foot, sitting her on the floor away from himself, keeping a grip on her scruff. "I don't care what order we go in, so, are there any volunteers for next?", he churfed. He noticed eyes roaming the equipment and started to shake his head, "Look, if you stare at them and figure them out, you just want to use them less. You're probably best off just taking one.", he suggested. After a minute or two of awkward silenced, punctuated by foxish sobs and a low, wet, purr from Tanjent, Bell cleared her throat and softly growled, "I'll go next Tumbles.". She walked around the room, looking at a few devices while the others watched, idly petting Frost, who was sweating profusely and drooling in a ever-growing puddle as he held back tears of strain, his behind spasming.

Mama-Bell walked with her, growling back to her, "Remember sweetheart, you need to sit down to pee, you wet out of both pieces now.". Bell made a less than identifiable, and less than pleased, grunt about that, re-examining at some of the devices. She stopped in front of a toilet, elevated on a black, 2 foot tall block, with a odd device in front of it, something that rest on the lip of the toilet's front, a black sheath with a tube to focus the stream downward, down a white porcelain adjustable chute that emptied into another piece of porcelain, one that looked a lot like the cones they put over a dog's head and neck to prevent them from scratching or biting, with a black rubber gasket around it's base. The toilet's bowl and the funnel both had a tiny drainhole leading to clear plastic tubes, which joined beneath the funnel into a single feed and ended, two feet later, in a pink butt-plug with a hole. Beneath the funnel, restraints were laid.

Tumbles pulled Tanjent to the device, lifting the funnel and unbolting it, unhinging it, and closing it around her neck. It was heavy, held in place by two shoulder braces, the weight keeping her top-heavy, awkward and down. The restraints came next, clasping her ankles in place to further immobilize her, spreading her knees as well. Tanjent whimpered, her ears lowered fully. This was one of the one's she really didn't want to be in in front of the others. But, she belonged there. She opened her muzzle wide, the piss in her fur cooling. Tumbles slid the chute down, running it into her muzzle and resting it on her tongue before locking it in place. Bell shivered as she watched, biting her lower lip. Tanjent started to whimper and blush deeper, as Tumbles slipped the plug down the back of her diaper with his gloved paws, after lubing it up, and teased it against her tail. With some help, Tanjent eventually took the plug with a loud, cute squeak, the tube running out the back of her diaper.

Tumbles gave Bell a nod.

Bell walked up to Tanjent, who was trembling under the weight of the funnel, muzzle locked on the piss-feed willingly, her tail well hiked. She went to pet the

cat affectionately, then realized she was piss-soaked, and stopped, much to the cat's whimpering shame. The large badger took a seat on the high toilet, looking down at the kneeling Tanjent from above as she pulled the sheath over her cock. Tanjent looked up, ears lowered, squirming and purring as she wondered what getting her tailhole used as a piss-drain would feel like.

She shivered as she heard Bell start to go, piss swirling in the bowl from the badger's cunt as a forceful stream was wholly directed down her unprotected gullet. Her first mrewling cry was clear, but the rest became liquid gurgles, as she swallowed as fast as she could, mostly flooding out the sides of her mouth, splashing the sides of her neck as she squirmed before swirling down the drain.

Both looked into the other's eyes the whole time, Bell slowly smiling as she realized, like some of the others, that Tanjent was getting off on this. Tanjent struggled to breath, gasping and sputtering as she howled in shame helplessly as the warm, forceful deluge burst past her spread cheeks, making her mrewl as she purred loudly at the awful degrading sensation, her arousal rising at that intimate touch of badger pee swirling up her ass. The cat eagerly swallowed muzzle-full after muzzle-full, greedily swallowing every time her muzzle filled once the low slowed.

Tumbles retracted the chute, and undid the funnel, setting it on the black mat the cat kneeled on and letting Tanjent lick Bell's cunt clean before moving to her cock, sucking and licking it clean. "Want to make stickies, or... or get lickies?", Tanjent mrewled between panting mrewls, belching a pee-burp at the end, looking surprised herself. Bell chuckled and churred, "I would kitty, but your mouth and butt are all pissed in... dirty. Maybe after you wash up.", watching as Tanjent shivered and smiled meekly up at her before kissing the badger's cock, glad to see she really was enjoying it. Tanjent lowered to lap clean the funnel before sitting in her ankle restraints like a good girl while Tumbles pulled the plug out of her butt, letting the remaining piss soak into the seat of her diaper.

"Next?", Tumbles asked as he let Tanjent up, Bell returning to pet Frost, who was trembling and crying softly. Syne looked to Doc, and Doc to Syne. "I'll go.", said Doc, hugging Syne gently in sympathy as she toured the room.

Doc pointed to a set of gynacologist stirrups on the floor at an angle with a toilet seat above their center, the seat hinged to make it easier to get the victim in or out, a basin encompassing the whole ensemble. The raccoon walked Tanjent there by her scruff, fitting her to the stirrups, and angling them so

her pussy pointed upwards. Doc flipped the seat down and sat on it, smiling down at Tanjent, laying curled beneath her. "This one supposed to get your kitty all wet?", asked Doc, aiming down at the crotch of Tanjent's diaper but not wetting.

Tanjent nodded slowly, blushing.

"Ashame you're in diapers. I wonder what you'll do with that rumpfull of pee.", Doc taunted softly, "Want more kitten? Three people peeing on you not enough?"

Tanjent looked up, jaw lowered, the others gasping at the sudden display of sadism.

Doc whispered quietly, "Would you like it more if I made you beg for it?".

Tanjent shuddered, responding eagerly and happily, her cheeks brilliant red. "Please?! G-get my lower bits all nice and wet please? I want to be a good little pisskitty!", she mrewled quickly, bubbly.

Doc obliged.

Rolling back and forth, her piss splattered off the cat's diaper, sending a mist of piss over her face before the stream moved to her thighs, soaking them, then her feet, against pawpads there; Doc leaning really hard to accomplish this before spilling what was left on her belly and tits. Without even waiting, Doc giggled and straddled Tanjent's face, leaping off of the seat, letting Tanjent lick her clean and answering before she could ask the question, "No lickies today Tanjent, but I have a tip for your excellent job.".

A muffled mrew came from her thighs, and Doc answered with a grin as she pushed out the last of her piss, having saved it. Tanjent squealed in surprise, then lapped the other cat's puss clean again, purring like a chainsaw.

Doc got up, letting Tanjent soak until Tumbles freed her to lick the basin clean, the cat soaked from head to toe now. All eyes looked to Syne.

Syne looked around, shaking his head. "No.", he barked softly.

*****

"I can't do this, I will not... degrade my sister.", he woofed quietly.

The others tensed up and Tanjent squealed, "No!", about to yell before a glance from her bot silenced her. She shook her head desperately at Syne.

Mama-Syne woofed in a cold voice, "If you can't use the toilet like a big boy, you'll be put in diapers.", she threatened.

Syne shivered softly. "I'd rather that, my own secret shames, than piss on my sister!", he woofed angrily, Cosyne looking away at that.

Tanjent was almost in tears, and hit it when Mama-Syne declared

in the rather mechanical fashion the bots sometimes did, "Rebellion, Manipulation, one penance. SYNE! You are a very bad little babypuppy!", the bot growled, effortlessly lifting him up. He was dragged to the cabinet and fitted with mittens and a pacifier gag. He didn't struggle, but the gag, that injured his pride. He sucked uncomfortably, drooling and starting to cry.

Diapers. The very thought humiliated him to the core, but after the fine examples set by his friends, he knew he could live with it. His sister's reactions, her coping skills, amazed him, but he still didn't understand how well this was loved by her as the guilt faded away, having not escaped his own yet.

Having not been broken yet, despite where his resistance really came from.

Tanjent was tied on the floor as she started to sob, ankles pulled over her shoulders, tied behind her neck and forming a bowl of sorts, with her breasts and upper abdomen as the bottom. Her neck was secured to the floor with a magnetic collar, forcing her to stare straight up. She knew what was coming.

"Syne... Syne, why...", she sobbed, laying limply, "I... I don't mind the pee! I don't! I-I love it, if you could only see how wet I am beneath the diaper Syne, I swear it's okay! I... I just don't want more than wetting.", she cried softly, as Syne's legs were pried apart by the bots, his tailhole getting lubricated. Out of the cabinet came a set of butt-plugs, growing in size from small to pretty wide.

Syne howled as he was spread and slowly fucked, getting a spanking with every new plug and a re-emphasis of "Bad Babypuppy!". After half of the set had been stuffed up his tail and rudely yanked out, a heavier buttplug, a wide one, at least 2 pounds, was set beside Syne with a clang. His mittens were lashed to a long heavy bar, in the center. His ankles followed, lashed to the sides. The coyote was lifted by the bar, and he dangled from it, cock pointing up towards his face, tailhole pointed straight down, and aching. Confused, crying, Syne tried to understand why this was happening, why they didn't just diaper him and get it over with.

"If the bad puppy refuses to try and be a big boy, we'll force him to show us all what a accident-prone baby he is.", cooed Mama-Syne, pulling out a bottle of clear solution and the syringe, "And to teach him to behave, he's going to do much more than just piss on his sister.".

Tanjent sobbed as her brother was dangled from the ceiling, his tail tied to the bar next to his mittens, leaving his pink, loose hole dangling directly over her

belly. Mama-Syne started to fill the syringe as Tanjent cried, "Synnneeeee.... I don't want this! Please, j-just pee on me next time, I... I don't wanna be that kinda toilet!", she cried as Syne howled, Mama-Syne filling his ass with a gallon of oily fluid. Then another.

And another.

Then came the plug.

Syne and Tanjent sobbed as the crew looked on in helpless sympathy, the coyote swinging slow over his sister, belly bulging. Tanjent immobile, looking up as her brother tried to hold the plug in, it's tapered metal bottom pulsing in and out of his ass as he tried desperately to clench and pull it into himself, knowing that his poor sister would get a 2 pound weight to her chest followed by the first blast of his enema if he failed. Muzzled, he couldn't even reply to his sister as she bawled beneath him, "Syne.... Syne... I love you! You and Cosyne. I WANT to be used by you, in every way... Every way but this...", she broke down to tears as the swaying coyote butt spasmed, the plug almost slipping out before a sobbing coyote pulled it back in, fucking himself with a thick plug to save his sister from three gallons of filth plus his own mess.

Mama-Syne unrolled a changing mat, setting out new clothes for Syne in preparation, and a thick pink diaper, growling, "If my little Syne should mess before Frost, he's getting two strikes, instead of just one. If Frost messes before Syne, Frost will get three strikes.". In the renewed cries from both boys that followed, as the first splatters of drool hit Tanjent from above, Mama-Syne declared, "Keep talking Tanjent, teach your brother how to be a big boy.", as she crossed out Syne's name on the board and rewrote it in red, putting a single red tally next to it.

This called Tumbles' attention to his tally, and an idea formed.

"Syne... Oh god Syne, I love you! Please don't hate yourself for this, I don't! I just... I-I-I... I just don't want this!", the cat howled in desperation, crying. Syne cried too, howling into his new rubber-cock pacifier as he pulled the plug back into himself again, looking to Frost, like one beaten dog to another, both pleading with the other to give up.

Tanjent's pleading turned to pure whimpers as her eyes widened, looking up as the bottom of the plug grew larger... and larger... Finally shutting her eyes with a wail.

(maybe i'll come back and try to fix the buggy newlines and shitty spelling/grammar later. this is from a recovered non-corrected copy. sorry for the delays.)