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"What's the big idea?" Kioga asked after The Crew had showered, in the same stall all at once, with no one looking at each other. Now everyone else was naked, toweling off and searching for fresh clothes while Xian had charitably powdered Kioga up and put him in a new diaper. Kioga remained laying on the bed, his legs still spread from Xian applying the diaper. Xian stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the cheetah's skinny form.

His diaper had cartoon characters from [the reader's favorite video game].

Xian unbuckled the funny wrist-mechanism which had thrown Lugo and Evan into immediate evacuation mode and set it aside. It chirped and fired at Xian, which caused the artotic to lean over on the bed as his tail flagged upward, and then the signature sound of crackling and a few poots filled the bedroom.

Lugo stopped and lifted up the back of Xian's robes, watching him fill the lacy pink diaper hidden beneath. The naked wolf murred and his sheath plumped, so he reached under and squished the growing mess against Xian's rear.

"Karma's pretty quick sometimes," he snickered.

"Oh, shut up and change me!" Xian whined. "Wait," he immediately said after, then sighed pleasurably as a quiet hissing hit everyone's ears. Lugo moved in and pulled the front of Xian's robes up, massaging his girly padding as the eunuch wet the front, making the whole puffy plastic slug between his legs nice and warm from tailhole to peehole.

After he was done, Lugo lifted Xian and lay him on his back next to Kioga, rolling his robes up above his waist to give him full access to the newly-dirtied diaper.

"You ever going to turn that into a penis or pussy?" Lugo asked as he undid the tapes and opened the diaper to a doll's crotch, a tiny hole visible amidst the pubic mound.

"I prefer to use artificial appendages in order to be interchangeable," Xian said as Lugo changed him, whistling low at the sticky plod of soil sticking to the back of his open, swollen padding. The wolf's cock was heavy and out now, dangling from his body and swelling quickly. Kioga pawed at it with his feet.

"Suit yourself," Lugo said as he lifted Xian up and wiped him from ass to mound, then removed the dirty diaper and swapped it out.

Behind Lugo, Evan had already gotten back into a colorful collared shirt, cargo shorts, and a fanny pack. Wes put on a new jersey and jockstrap, but when he tried to pull on some shorts, Evan stomped them to the floor and tutted him. Wes whined, then daddy-Evan pulled him close and started sucking on his mouth, folding him into a kiss.

In protest, Wes broke the tiger's shorts button and ripped the fly, putting his tightie-whitey bulge on permanent display. In lieu of the fanny-pack, the shorts stayed up.

"That's fair," the tiger growled, then carried the coyote to the bed and lay him next to Kioga and Xian, where he raised Wesley's legs and fell to his knees, slurping and sucking at his asshole.

Kioga and Xian had to talk over the moaning taking place next to them. Kioga himself developed a nasty erection straining in his powdered padding, an intimate diaper change to his right, a sloppy rimjob to his left, and the hot drippy erection of his (kinda) boyfriend bouncing in front of him.

"Anyway," Xian said, giggling as Wes's jockstrap boner left a wet spot at the tip, fulfilling so many locker room fantasies. He talked over the crinkle of a new diaper being wrapped around his sensitives. "Our company has reached elbow-deep into Anal Londo to see what kinky phantoms they could summon, and I must say that some of them are rather demonic ... some more tame."

Lugo bent over the bed and, measuring out Xian's robe, ripped most of the bottom off, leaving him with a skirt that didn't cover his diaper.

"Ahh, you fiend!"

"Misery ahead."

"Victory earned," Xian sighed.

The hulk of a wolf hunk bent over the bed and stroked both the skinny twink heads of Xian and Kioga. They looked to him, saw in his bedroom eyes a lusty ringed eclipse, then shuffled towards him, off the bed, and got to their knees in front of him.

Alternately, one spoke while the other sucked on his fat cock, making it more and more slobbery each time they passed it, flinging strands of saliva between them. In the background, the slurp and squelch of Wesley's anus and Evan's tongue teased their ears.

"Try tongue, but hole?" Kioga teased.

"Oh, shut up," Xian said, the cock popping from his mouth and the spit slapping Kioga in the face. "But how about you, cheetah, our Pointycock Soiledpants and Wesley, the Dunce of the Bowel Valley be our encumbered ones?"

Lugo's cock popped from Kioga's mouth, the cheetah massaging his erect diaper. "So, we suffer just like your Magic Mermaid Cove commercial? Why not ... Try Perry, therefore victory?"

Xian shoved Lugo Perry's cock back into Kioga's mouth so he could respond. It felt funny, and fantastically erotic, discussing business over penis. "You Clench'd Houls fanatics are worse than Pillory voters. No, we need to abuse Perry in order to go flawless."

"Guys," Lugo said, rubbing their headfur, pushing Kioga's muzzle over his cock, pushing Xian down to suck his balls, "you guys got mouths like desperate housewives, but tongues like them, too. Shut the fuck up."

Both of them bent into Lugo's groin and worshipped his respective hang-downs until he pulled both of them off and sprayed into his audience, tossing ropes of cum between them in the abstract hope of tying them together.

His little diapered twinks, how they grew up to be such wonderful sluts.

Still on the bed, Wes bucked and writhed until he gasped in a girly voice, his jockbulge spasming lewdly as the tip, then the cap, then most of the front, grew white and goopy.

Evan pulled back with a drenched, saliva matted face, Wes's rump gaped and looking like soaked pillows around a pink rat hole. The front of Evan's briefs, poking out lewdly beneath his belly and his fanny pack, also dripped with sweet male nectar.

Xian stood, crinkling as he moved about, wiping cum off his face and sucking at all his fingers. "At this rate we'll never be done," he remarked, "then again, no shame in grinding a few levels."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Wes showered again.

Kioga and Xian washed their faces, and Xian giggled as he saw Kioga's wetness indicator go blue.

"Leaky kitty," he said.

"I'm incontinent!" Kioga snarled.

"I love you all the more."

The cheetah purred underneath an angry mrowl and returned to the center room, which had been mopped clean and its contents disposed of after a couple of flushes.

Xian, in his princess skirt-robes revealing a clean, lacy, pink diaper, produced two pills the size of miniature Wii remotes. "Wes and Kioga, did you ever want butt babies?"

"No?" they chimed in unison, Kioga in a slightly wet diaper, Wes in a puffy belted garment that was similar to a jockstrap, but had the back cut out and whose front had at least the absorbency for ... one wetting? Maybe?

"Well, today's your lucky day!" the artotic beamed, juggling them. "Do you want to be sluts?"

"Jesus Christ, Xian, no wonder you hired Ferris-Chalmpers to do your marketing," Wes said. He looked so cute in a jersey and padded-jock, his tail curled up and Lugo and Evan, way in the back, stalking around to eye his perky pucker.

The artotic frowned. "I'll spare you the technicalities, then. Just please insert these, mate with Lugo and Evan, and see how you feel."

Kioga groaned, but at the same time had most thoroughly enjoyed the last four salacious hours of complete sexual abandon. They'd checked in early, and so now it was only five p.m., and the drunken reverie outside was just getting started.

Kioga looked at Wes, he appearing adorable in his basketball fetish gear and Kioga in a big cartoon diaper, as per usual. Kioga remembered the crazy times with Wes, all the times the jerk had tried to con him sideways and inevitably had always encountered a worse comeuppance.

Wes looked over the once-intern, this vulnerable stick with a pissing problem and regretted the times he'd triggered that sensitive, smelly process he was burdened with. Better, Wes remembered the dominant attitude Kioga could get during the most (literally) shitty of times.

Wesley reached out for Kioga's paw, and the cheetah gave it to him. They clasped, met eyes, and shook.

"To a new era of depravity?" Wes asked.

"No," Kioga said, "To a new era of sexual reverie."

Xian smiled and handed them both a pill. They lubed them up and, with the respective help of Evan and Lugo, inserted the candy bar-sized pills into their rectums. Wes's went straight in; Kioga had Lugo lower his diaper before kissing him right on the anus, then slipping it in.

In an instant, the suppositories seemed to disappear.

Wes and Kioga seemed tingly all over: their blood flowed like water through their veins, and the tips of their _everything_seemed to shimmer with feeling. Wes swore he could feel his fingerprints as he thumbed over them, Kioga felt air enter his lungs and then seep into his chest.

Both of them, with giggles and mutual erections, admitted they could feel every fiber of their padding against their balls and against their penises, which surged from their sheaths and hungrily snuggled in their diapers.

And then their assholes opened up. A great push had them both squatting on the floor, covering their eyes as they swore another plop coming on.

But there was no plop. Not in Kioga's padding, nor on the floor beneath Wes. Their bowels felt conspicuously empty.

"You're a little prolapsed, Wes," Lugo commented, seeing Wesley's pink ring expand outward like the bell of a clarinet. The coyote reflexively tried to cover up, but instead felt the horror of a gaping hole in back of him.

"You fucked him last time," Xian snapped, sashaying in his princess dress, "switch partners!"

Kioga wouldn't argue. He and Wes--he could tell by the needy, hungry look in the eyes of the coyote laying chest-down on the bed next to him--needed dick immediately.

Thusly, Lugo moved behind Kioga and Evan moved behind Wes--the coyote and cheetah linked paws--and then the wolf pulled Kioga's diaper down and Evan shimmied out of everything below his waist.

Lugo kissed the back of Kioga's neck. "It's good to be doing this again, love," he whispered, and Kioga immediately felt at ease.

Then the cheetah smirked at his rival. "Have fun getting fucked by your boss."

The players moved into position, Evan behind Wes, Lugo behind Kioga, and they began in unison. Kioga watched Wesley's eyes widen as his own asshole spread to the wolf's girthy cock. Evan was wide and spiny, and Kioga saw this interplay on Wes's body as he arched upright, yipping, and even crawled forward to escape it.

"Not so fast," the tiger growled, grabbing the smaller coyote by the shoulders and pulling him back on his monster. Wesley groaned and writhed, fucking himself back upon the hot shaft.

Kioga relaxed, glad his bowels weren't backed up and waiting to splurt on the first provocation. Instead, he let them be filled by a long, veiny, pulsating wolf cock, which after the initial resistance, that squeeze of his tight ring, filled him entirely and left him gasping for air.

Evan and Lugo started fucking, their bitches underneath moving on the bedsheets, sliding a few inches either way as many more slid in and out of them. Kioga felt his diaper swinging between his knees, slapping against the bed.

They both grunted and moaned as their butches pounded away atop them, but when they looked at each other, they pulled in close and kissed, invading each other's' muzzles with their tongues until both of them felt a hot, sticky wetness flood their bowels, cum pumping almost like piss.

Their tops pulled out with sloppy pops, but Kioga and Wes only felt a tiny dribble down their taints. Wes and Evan lay back, panting against the stone brick bedroom wall, Evan's belly and Lugo's chest heaving as their cocks dribbled long strings of cum on the floor.

Wes and Kioga rolled off their stomachs, enjoying every burning ache that shot through them, the tingle of their bowels so thoroughly fucked, then had to pause as they lay on their backs.

The skinny cheetah and the twinky coyote had a bit of a belly-bulge going on. It wasn't quite like Evan's--not just hot cakes and cola--but firmer. Their chests were so small that their ribcages were faintly visible, but after that, there was a clean curve, up and over, like the hood of a car.

Wes slapped his stomach, and it sounded like he'd spanked his own pert, twinky ass. There wasn't any jiggle.

Kioga, marveling to have any sort of belly for the first time, ran his paws over the mound and found it firm. Beyond it, he could only see the first four inches of his moderate kitty cock, but he loved the way it curved down to land at his naked waist, just above his pelvic bones.

His cock leaned up against his new stomach as he lifted his legs to slip his wet diaper on, then heard a gurgle run through his bowels. He yanked his briefs on the rest of the way and prepared for a sticky pileup, but he merely pooted.

"That's funny, I swear I could have messed," he said.

Wes was next to him, rocking on his back, his own erection straining his padded piss-guard as he fingered himself.

"I don't care if it's coming out or going in," Wes panted, his paws spreading his anus and trying to crawl inside, "I just feel empty! So empty ..."

Wes whined again, so Xian sashayed over in his little pink padded princess costume and knelt before his rump and blew. It made a sound deep and hollow as a dry moonshine jug.

Kioga's body gurgled again. It wasn't his stomach, but lower, but when he lurched on his back and reached for his own aching hole, he found nothing but diaper.

"God, Xian, what did you give us?"

The artotic chuckled, shining a flashlight at Wes's gaped hole and finding how far he could see. He marveled at the smooth, pink, pulsing wet walls of the coyote's rectum.

"You're not ovulating, per se," he said, bringing out the funny Poo-Romancer wrist mechanism. "but you are collating. Oh, these mysto-science gadgets are so fun! So, are you ready for your butt babies?"

"Again," Kioga said, watching Wes arch his back as he groped at his tortured hole, then saw Evan arrest Wes's paws and handcuff them in front of himself, effectively barring him from touching anything remotely near his aching anus. He howled in dismay. "You have got to work on your branding." Kioga felt his own rectum pulse, squeezing and twisting at nothing but air. His bowels were always fitful, though, so it wasn't anything terribly new. "But I'm curious. And this belly's kind of fun. Never had one since I was in diapers ..."

Wes snorted. He was now massaging the surface of his diaper jock-strap, humping the loud plastic up into his paws.

"I meant the first time!" Kioga said.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kioga and Wes were walking out of the elevators and towards the lobby of the Frothric Castle Hotel, and already saw several horrified families turn away and gotten a few drunken "I wanna party with those guys! Summon me as a phantom!" jeers as well.

"Think of it as a field experiment in science and live marketing," he said.

Wes and Kioga felt their tailholes on permanent gape, their tails painfully straining in high arcs behind them. Their rings constantly pulsed, and they smelled a strange, heightened musk exuding from the other.

Male coyote, but acrid.

Male cheetah, but brusque.

The two could not help but see a few males in the vicinity stop, stare, then sniff the air as they moved to the lobby. More than once, Kioga looked back to see the same males snap out of their drunkenness as soon as they realized their shorts were straining with fierce, virile erections.

A bellhop appeared out of nowhere and stopped them, a permanent scowl on the Doberman dog's face as he surveyed them, then an ugly crumple to his muzzle as he smelled them.

"Sirs, we at Anal Londo pride ourselves on our hospitality toward a great variety of walks of life," he said, a rise already starting nearly nine inches down in his pants, which were white, "but we've already received complaints from your stunt, Mr. Coyote, up on the balcony, and while thongs and bikinis are a healthy form of sexual expression, what do these adult, cartoon, kiddie diapers ..." he said, trailing off.

The Doberman's cock was filling up, stretching the pleat out of his right pantleg. Kioga could see the tapered head sticking out from his thigh. "Padded, comfortable, kinky, yet so absorbent," he droned, then a yellow spot appeared on his pants and swelled outward, painting a dark stripe down the inside of his slacks as the Doberman bellhop pissed himself right in the hallway.

Soon it was raining on his shoe in loud splatters, soaking the carpet.

"Safe and snug," he droned, as if hypnotized.

Wes saw his massive erection, then smelt the territorial dog piss, and finally could take no more. The coyote walked up to the bellboy, almost a waddle in his padded athletic supporter, and unzipped the Doberman, freeing the peeing beast, sprinkling some on the carpet and his thigh.

"Here, use mine," Wes whispered, then shoved the Doberman's cock down the front of his modified diaper, letting the anonymous bellhop piss all over his cock and sheath, filling the plastic pouch up.

The wetness indicator turned blue in a matter of seconds, then green. Wes pulled the Dobie into a kiss as the Dobie flooded it.

"What the hell is going on?" said an honest fox in a collared Anal Londo "Hawaiian" shirt. He was there with his family, a pretty fox wife wearing a button-down blouse and tight jean shorts, a few kids, and stood staring for a couple of seconds as he tried to suss out why that half-clothed basketball coyote was making out with the staff, and what were these two freaks doing in the hallway, the one in the skirt and both of them with ... diapers?

"Hey, what kind of establishment are you running here?" the dad-fox demanded, walking forward in flip-flops, then waddling as that cloud of musk made his cock spring to life in his shorts, straining them to the point that it was obvious, through the leg holes, that he was going commando.

"Harold, we need to get management," his wife said, chasing after him. When she hit the cloud of pure coyote and cheetah sex, she immediately felt moist, her pussy lips tingling against the rough fabric of mom-panties and tight denim.

Also with the blunt force of fierce male musk, the vixen felt her body contract, not in the uterus but backwards, the passageway behind all her female ... she felt her tail rise. "Harold, we have to get the kids out! Are those sodomers?" she called out.

"Karen, could you take care of that?" Harold called out, pulling Kioga back against him as the fox's fathering instincts, those he'd used on his wife many times in the past, took full effect and he embraced the lithe cheetah with the slight belly, planting kisses up and down his neck as he pushed his husbandly bulge up under the tail of whatever the guy was wearing.

A diaper? Hell, Karen wore bulkier panties when she was "on the rag." And those were a type of diaper, right?

The vixen doubled over and let out a wet, rank fart that landed in her panties with a warm, sticky, lingering splat.

Her kids ran up to aid their distressed mom, but the stink made them run away. Another bellhop came around the corner and Karen immediately motioned at him as she felt her guts rumble south, her ring clenching as material both loose and firm pounded against it.

"Get them back to our room, the number is 8324!" she shouted, stumbling towards her husband and the cheetah he was caressing, now licking him on the lips. "I don't want their vacation ruined!"

Harold had worked down the back of Kioga's diaper ... and the front of his shorts ... and the Dobie bellhop had left Wes with a huge yellow sack sagging between his thighs. Harold saw his wife in distress, saw the small dark stain in the back of her jean shorts, and beamed at the sight.

In tandem, eyeballs skirting to one another and their lusty, charged bodies--and Xian filming the entire thing--Harold lay down on his back, pulling Kioga with him, and the Dobie picked Wes up by his rump, then the back of his thighs, folding his knees up on either side of his head in a full-nelson.

Karen looked lost, her breasts heaving against her button-up blouse ... oh, hell. The vixen ripped her blouse open, buttons flying down the hall, then unclasped her bra, freeing her luscious, white breasts.

She barked in dismay, clutching her abdomen above her waist, farting as a squirt of soupy shit squelched into her panties.

"Harold, I need to find a bathroom!" she hissed, staring as her husband lowered that skinny cheetah twink onto his cock. She should have been furious, she thought, but she loved the sight, even as the smell of her own scat assaulted her nose, even as the murky liquid seeped into the crotch of her panties, warming her pulsing labia.

"There's one right here," the fox grunted, pointing at the front of Kioga's diaper, shoving his cock into his first ass. Harold's shorts caught on his thighs, preventing his legs from spreading, so Kioga tore them in the crotch until they were nearly separated.

Behind her, a pair of fat Dobie balls bounced as a thick dog cock repeatedly thrust into that strange basketball coyote. The poor male's feet were above his ears, and a big musky plastic sack bounced over his groin, sprinkling fluffy bits of diaper gel down between the Dobie's powerful legs. Her eyes widened as she saw a crowd amassing in the lobby, staring in shock and amazement.

"Not even when I had food poisoning did I consider using a diap ..." she started, but felt a pair of ethereal hands clamp down on her bowels. Her anus quivered, warning that regardless of her wishes, she had five, maybe seven seconds.

Fuck it, they were in Anal Londo. She nodded and her husband pulled the front of the adult's cartoony diaper open.

Karen shuffled over to the pile of her husband and this strange cubby cheetah, then apprising the situation she stood between their legs and turned around, angling her rear the best she could.

"Just another toilet," she told herself, squatting down in the middle of a luxury hotel's hallway, spotting all the camera phones in the lobby as their crowd grew bigger and bigger.

Karen squeezed her eyes shut and squeezed down below.

In a great sigh of relief, Karen's rectum relaxed and pushed a torrent of shit, liquid and solid, out onto the cheetah down below. Chaotic brown squirts and long, smelly turds rolled and spilled down into the open portal of his diaper, an admirable kitty cock bouncing within it as her husband fucked this anonymous twink.

Her mess spewed out in a series of noisy, greasy, humiliating farts, some of it landing right in the cheetah's diaper, around his cock, some of it hitting his waist and rolling in. A particularly brazen stream of coffee-colored scat sprayed out onto the cheetah's chest, then trickled down his front and over his sides, hitting her husband beneath.

The vixen watched, just beyond her naked, hanging tits, as the front of the cheetah's diaper filled up and eventually covered his cock in her shit. Her ears burned with humiliation, and her body roiled in disgust as she felt her mess dripping from her tailhole, down over her pussy lips and around, a trickle of droplets and splats falling down into her soiled panties down below.

The fuck party wasn't over. Beneath her, Harold, having been fucking this makeshift toilet bitch the entire time, moaned and bucked up deep inside the male's asshole, assuredly spraying his delicious, baby-making husband sauce inside the same type of chute that she herself had ... just horribly relieved.

That twink's cock was covered in her feces ... maybe her husband's cock was now covered in his?

Karen turned her head back to see that Dobie grip up on the coyote, thrusting up into his poor rectum, and then his balls drew up. She saw the shaft convulse a few times, pumping that precious liquid right into the coyote's rectum ... then suddenly the Dobie's cock popped free and shot more right at her.

Spunk flew through the air, ropes, gobs of the stuff, and showered down the good Christian vixen's front in loads of the musky, sticky stuff.

Karen yelped in dismay, working to get the stranger's sinful semen out of her eyes, gasping as some of it dripped on her tongue, tasting absolutely delicious.

Then she felt a raspy, warm wet rag pulling against her pussy lips, cleaning them. Wet wipes, how kind! She was such a terrible mess; what a relief ... then she realized the spotted cheetah hands on either one of her hips ... and that there was purring just below her dirty rear.

The cheetah was licking her clean!

The vixen bent over and moaned, pulling at her teats, watching as that Doberman lay the coyote on the ground, nuzzling him in the face before kissing down his basketball jersey, then pushing the bottom up to lick, nuzzle, and kiss the great belly bulge below his flat chest.

Was it that big before? It looked like a pronounced beer belly, or worse, that he--a male--was pregnant! She remembered her pregnancy, loving the life growing inside her, how her breasts swelled into generous tits, and murred deeply, putting her paws on her knees as she squatted over the cheetah's face, feeling that raspy tongue drag up her labia, into her vagina, and then up her filthy bottom.

She relaxed, looking down and watching the cheetah's cock writhe in her crap in the open plastic cartoon sack. Cum dripped from her muzzle, and she lapped it up. The scent of her scat, combined with the powerful musk of the Dobie, desperately aroused her, so she reached between her legs and stroked her clit as his rough tongue pierced her anus, licking and slurping it clean.

Across from her, the Dobie buried his nose in the coyote's athletic diaper filled with his own piss, huffing the swollen bulge a few times before taking a fresh one from the strange otter-fox in the princess dress. Begrudgingly, the Dobie changed the coyote's "sport" diaper.

It was complete depravity, so many sins of the flesh and worse ... but she loved it. Loved feeling the cheetah eat out her asshole, loved seeing and smelling her nasty work all over his lower body, piled up in the fetish cartoon diaper meant, at one time, for little accidents, not great catastrophes.

"I see how you and my wife are getting along wonderfully," Harold said underneath them, patting the cheetah's back, "but I have a couple of bathroom urgencies and I shouldn't be adding to the cleaning bill."

"Go inside him," Karen groaned, twisting her exposed nipples, then mewling in pleasure as the diapered cheetah reached up between her thighs and pushed a couple fingers into her pussy, puffy and wet from all the excitement.

"Karen, I know we'll already be talking about this later, but ..."

"Go!" she moaned, clenching around the cheetah's fingers as his nose scrunched up against her tailbase and his tongue drove deep inside her, cumming hard with her best orgasm in years. Her cream spurted back over his fingers and against his chin and neck, running down the part of his chest she'd not hit with her happy accident.

She watched his own cock, swamped in her mire, spasm and squirt upwards, flying in pearly arcs toward her face before landing back down in his diapered mess.

Across, the Dobie had finished changing the belly-bulge coyote, and dropped out of his wet pants entirely. Watching that lovely vixen writhe and whine, he sauntered over. His heavy set of balls bounced between his muscular thighs as his cock grew back to life, hungry for that last face he had marked.

That strange artotic was rifling through a lacy pink diaper bag.

"Karen, I don't think that's possible, because that's not the only thing I need to do, but--Oh!"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kioga had never met this woman, had not eaten dirty ass and shit for a long time, but once this filthy lust machine had started rolling, he couldn't get enough of it. When he fingered and tongued her to orgasm and painted his upper chest in fem-cum--not to mention that incredible torrent of sewage earlier--it had made up for so many strange, awkward nights he'd had with other one-night stands, and especially his stilted relationship with Kyrie.

No, sometimes it was just better to let it all out.

A crowd had gathered and policemen in gas masks had also arrived. They'd cordoned off the hallway from both ends, and were about to break it all up when management of the Frothric Castle strictly reminded them that Anal Londo's rules protected this consensual, if horrendously filthy, type of sensuality.

"Don't be bringing up The Dung Pie Armistice!" the Chief had growled through his gas mask.

Thusly, it proceeded, live-broadcast to all sorts of countries whose decency laws only pertained to their own citizens, and whatever censorship they had was overruled by hungry, horny pirates.

They were fucking, shitting and pissing before millions.

Kioga nuzzled up to Karen's spent, dripping pussy and ground back against her husband's hard cock tied deep inside him. He scented her nectar, lapped at her juices, then bucked even harder against the knot tying his anus as the tip erupted with piss, filling his rectum with hot, acrid fox urine.

"Why don't you go, too?" he whispered to her backside, and in response got a muffled, slurping affirmative. Kioga looked around her lovely rump to see her sucking on another male's cock right in front of her husband.

"That's it, you dirty whore! Work those jaws!" Harold growled, groaning in pleasure as he flooded Kioga's ass, claiming this fairy slut eating his wife's dirty cunt.

He farted, and it was a rank, wet one. He gasped as he felt material slam at his back door. "Oooh, maybe that can wait," he whispered to himself.

Kioga felt a hot blast of urine come from the other direction as the fox's wife hosed him down, the liquid pouring over his face, down his chest, over a belly way larger than he remembered, and into his strained diaper.

The Dobie was going to town up-front, one dominant paw on the vixen's head as he fucked her muzzle hard, inches upon inches of red-hot dog meat sliding over her tongue, bulging one cheek or the other.

In rhythm with his thrusts, she let out rhythmic, muffled sounds of swallowing, almost choking.

Wes was almost out of commission out back, but the bitch-coyote crawled over and started sniffing and worshipping the Dobie's ass, kissing and licking his asshole.

If the dog started shitting in his mouth, well, it was one less mouth to feed.

What did definitely conspire, however, is that Xian, detecting the state of the fox's bowels, Harold's, after that putrid pregnant fart, ran over with a gel-cap suppository, slipped his hands between Kioga and Karen's legs, and popped it into Harold's ass.

"Ah! Who did that? There are limits of decency, you know! I just--Oh no, Karen help!" Harold moaned.

Naturally, it was too late for any sort of pride, prejudice, poise, professionalism, or propriety ... but it was right on time for one last kaboom-boom.

Kioga watched down below, his bowels sloshing, as the fox whimpered and gave a few lame kicks of his legs, then crescendoed into a yelping moan as his knees spread wide. His asshole unclenched and pushed out a long, smelly log that smeared the underside of his balls and landed on the base of his tail, then rolled off, the suppository sticking to it like a piece of corn.

He humped Kioga's rump a few more times, his own convulsing uncontrollably as a long snake spooled out of his ass, coiling at the base of his tail and smearing against his rump as his legs gave a few final lurches.

Karen pulled her mouth away from the Dobie's cock just long enough to watch her husband shit himself like an animal, staining his beautiful balls and his cute rump cheeks, not to mention the base of his tail.

Perhaps she should try it on him some time, she thought with a pulse of her labia, then realized with great delight that she needed to pee. Karen went back to the massive, musky cock hanging before her, slurping at it with the same fervor that coyote twink sucked at the Dobie's asshole. She held one paw to the massive Dobie balls and the other to her abdomen, pressing against her bladder and relaxing.

The stream hit the side of Kioga's head so he turned to it swiftly, then dove face first at her pussy like a dog at a water hose's stream, lapping her labia, prodding her vagina as it sprayed hot piss on him.

Karen felt the Dobie's cock lurch and then that same beautiful taste flooded her muzzle. Her cheeks filled for a brief second before she could gulp his cum down, her ears ringing with the double delight of the Dobie's moaning up above and the loud splatter of pee landing on a soaked cheetah face, cheetah chest, and then flowing downward, she saw out the corner of her eye, still gulping cum like it was milk, that the cauldron of the cheetah's diaper had turned into a slushy slog of sewage, and his cock was floating in it.

A few moments passed. They were all spent; it was so wonderful, save for a bitch coyote who was still licking ass.

Wes whimpered and pawed at the Dobie, who just rolled his eyes and blew a nasty fart in his face, making the coyote's jowls flap.

The crowd beyond them cheered, and Xian excitedly clapped his paws as he sent the footage to headquarters.

"That was insane!" he cheered, twirling around in his princess gown, swinging the diaper bag around, "Now! Who needs changies?"

Everybody raised their hand ... including a few audience members and one police officer, who had cracked his gas mask and promptly shat himself. The material ran down both legs of his jockey pants and filled his boots, squishing between his toes.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Xian changed and cleaned everyone, and ended with a healthy pile of messy, sticky, pissy wet wipes in the center of the carpet. Harold got a gothic Clench'd Houls diaper with the Unencumbered One on the front, clasping a bottle of Estrus. Karen also got a CH diaper, this one with the DoucheKeeper bowing before a bonfire of enema bags. The Dobie got a handsome purple and gold diaper, the same color as his bellboy uniform. Kioga got a leopard print diaper, which pissed him off to no end.

Wesley, insisting that he could hold it this time, finally got his way and got a clean white jockstrap, smooth and cotton, but then sneezed and immediately leaked, leaving a yellow dribble.

"God, Karen, you look so adorable," Harold said as he stood, crinkling all the way.

The vixen clasped her paws between her legs and wagged her tail, squishing the printed padded front. "You do too, honey. But oh! We can't go back to our room like this!" she exclaimed, unable to help herself as she sashayed in her soft black padding. She groped at her safe and sound, surrounded groin, then let her husband take over as he kissed her neck, sliding his paw down the front of her diaper. "We can't tell the kids!"

"Kids, right," Xian said, "our last bastion of innocence."

The Dobie spoke up. "Your kids are probably in our daycare," he said, the concierge standing as regally as a Lord in his shiny, crinkly garment. "I insist you tour Anal Londo while we clean the hotel. Yes, in your diapers. It's a night too warm for pants!"

"Well, I'm not sure," Harold started, then Karen linked her arm in his. The vixen was topless aside from a large bib that rested across her breasts, reading "GIT FUD."

"Come on!" she said with a bounce, her vulpine body jiggling, "It's our vacation too, Harold. We'll have a wholesome day with the kids tomorrow. I'll even change you, kit."

"Karen!" Harold nervously giggled, but nonetheless exited out into the lobby, then outside, to thunderous applause.