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A Routine Trip

By Zrathie

Georgia's breaths came out in pants. The ewe nurse was seeing a fox patient, yet she was getting treated. She looked down at the medical scanner and the fox secured to the table. The table was tilted downwards so that her patient's head was low enough for her to straddle the headrest while she was standing. Sloppy licks echoed in the small room. Jason's tongue lapped over Georgia's slick almost dripping vulva.

The fox's eager tongue lapped over her sex the flexible appendage poked inside and rolled over her clit. The room smelled of sex and sounded even more so. Georgia soft rasps and the slick wet sounds of the fox lapping at her sex. Dripping with excitement, the fox rolled his tongue, tasting her and wanting more.

Jason was dressed in a spandex compression catsuit. It hugged his body tightly. He was firmly locked into place with the medical force fields keeping him immobile save for breathing and the smallest of twitches. The rounded bulge of his erection including his vulpine knot was outlined by the tight pristine fabric encasing the fox.

Georgia was barely hanging on; she had to hold back just a few more minutes. There was a reason for the fox's over-eagerness. He had another need beside his carnal desire to cream. Jason suddenly moaned and looking down at his catsuit Georgia could see why. The fox had leaked; a small wet spot had appeared at the crotch area of his catsuit. Jason wrapped his lips around the ewe's clit and sucked hard.

It was too late for him because the belly area of his catsuit stained yellow as he lost the battle with his full bladder. It was more the sight of the fox's accident that brought Georgia over the edge. She could feel her hips convulse around the fox's muzzle. She even brought her legs closer together, squeezing his pointed vulpine muzzle between her thighs. The ewe moaned and watched as the fox's piss travelled downwards over his abdomen due to his tilted position. Soon it even coated his chest. The tainted pheromone scent of fox urine soon filled the small room.

His piss tinkled over his body and off his flanks before dripping to the floor. It was if he had been marked by another male. Georgia could see he didn't enjoy the turn of events because his erection had deflated away and tucked back into his sheath. Finding a creature who enjoyed watersports and desperation as much as her, was a challenge out in space.

"It looks like you couldn't hold it after all," teased Georgia.

Georgia stepped backwards off the now spluttering fox. His red and white muzzle was glazed in her juices. He let out a defeated sounding whine. The ewe walked over to a computer terminal and tapped in some commands. Soon the air inside the room was buzzing with unseen microscopic nanites. The machine's searched out for the urine and cum coating the pair. It was subtle at first the edges of the piss puddle under Janson slowly contracting. It was if it was evaporating but at a much faster rate. The same was true of his soaking outfit; it was being not only dried but cleaned.

Georgia pressed a few more buttons, and the mechanical scanning bed began to tilt upwards until the fox was laying flat. Now the fox was mostly dry. Only a damp patch being cleaned near his crotch where the worst of his piss had leaked. Georgia next released the restraints allowing the fox to move again. As Jason sifted into a standing position, the evidence of their naughty actions was long gone. Except for the panties and trousers that Georgia had dropped near her terminal. She quickly pulled them back on.

"You're quite a kinky ewe. I had the impression your kind was more straight-laced," said Jason.

The fox looked down at the clean outfit that just moments before had been soaked in piss.

"Unlike your kind, us sheep don't boast about our interests," said the ewe.

"Oh," purred the fox.

"I saw your name on the manifest for the shuttle flight. I have to warn you it's not a routine trip. I've been given a task to train some spacers," said Georgia.

Jason approached Georgia and took a gentle hold of her arms.

"What exactly are you training them in?" asked the fox.

"It's reverse toilet training, actually. I've been given a bunch of undersuit number two virgins,"

"Oh, I didn't know that was a thing. Sure it's not nice or pleasant to void oneself in an undersuit, but on long spacewalks it's unavoidable," said Jason.

"Well, these spacers have been avoiding it, so their bosses have paid me a bonus for some exposure therapy. That's why I'm warning you fox if you're on my shuttle you're fair game," warned Georgia.

The next day Georgia was standing at the airlock to the shuttle. It was mainly a medical cargo flight, but there was a passenger section near the front of the craft. She was checking in her passengers for her "routine" flight.

Her first passenger was a slim, lanky deer by the name of Matt. Next, Jason arrived, the fox must have been game after the warning she gave him. Georgia slipped him a wink after checking off his name on the passenger manifest. The last two passengers were a plump coyote named, Richard and a tan timber wolf named Paul.

The creatures fanned out in the passenger section all electing to sit spaced widely apart in the many vacant seats available. Georgia moved to the cockpit, the only part of the craft with windows. It was more of a "work van" than a proper passenger vessel. There was enough space for a work crew and their supplies, but the passenger section lacked the luxuries of most commercial passenger vessels.

Georgia was glad her passengers were all wearing their space suit underwear as instructed. The garments were jet black shiny latex-like catsuits. They had full coverage of a creature's body, foot paws or hooves and hand paws all that was free were their heads. The outfits were skin-tight but had a modesty bulge at their crotches and an inbuilt bra for when a female was wearing them, just like the one Georgia was wearing now.

Georgia strapped herself into her seat harness before going over her preflight checklist. Slowly and methodically, she went over the systems before starting the engine and cutting power from the station. Then Georgia closed the hatch door and began to drain the air from the docking airlock back into the space station. Before starting the undocking checklist, she communicated with the space traffic controller that her shuttle was preparing to depart. She also made a cabin announcement.

"Hello everyone, our flight to Jatos Station will take approximately three hours. Unfortunately, our shuttle doesn't have a toilet, but I'm sure your undersuits can handle any emergencies," said Georgia.

The ewe continued her undocking checklist. Pressing the switches and buttons on the command console. The radio sounded with positive undocking permission, and Georgia programmed the flight computer with the undocking manoeuvres. She declared her intention to undock and fly the preprogrammed course to her destination. With a tap of the execute button, the docking clamps opened. The shuttle was pushed away from the station with small thrusters. Soon she was clear of the station, and the main engines blasted a burn that would put them into a vector towards Jatos Station. The machine fell silent as they began their drift towards their destination. Now that they were on course, Georgia could turn her attention to the next task.

Georgia looked over her patients of victims depending on the point of view. She first looked at Richard. She selected the coyote's space suit undersuit and input some code. A dialogue came with information about Richard's gastrointestinal statistics. Georgia could tell that he must have recently used the toilet there wasn't much faecal matter inside his bowels. It made sense because those who were reluctant to use their undersuit's toileting capabilities often structured their restroom visits around their time off shift. The ewe repeated the procedure for Matt, Paul and Jason. They all frustratingly must have visited the toilet before getting onto the shuttle. They would all make the short trip unless she intervened.

The ewe's plan to cause bowel accidents was not over. She knew of a way to bulk empty bowels. Fiber-spores was the best option. Their undersuits could deliver a payload of them via their medical nanomachines. The Fiber-spores worked by converting the energy found in blood sugar and/or body fat into faecal matter. They worked rapidly for weight loss, albeit with the side effect of increased bathroom visits. This would be perfect. She clicked deploy on her screen and let loose the spores on all of her patients.

The spores were starting to work away on her patients' bowels. Faecal matter was beginning to grow right inside their intestines. It didn't matter when they had voided themselves because they soon would again. This only allowed the spores to convert more of their sugar and fat tissue into the faecal matter before the passengers noticed they weren't as empty as they thought they were. The spores didn't irritate the bowel walls or act as a laxative; they acted more like bulk fibre filling up a creature's bowels until they were forced to release just due to the sheer amount.

Richard was now only barely aware of the ticking time bomb in his guts. He had a heavy feeling, not of needing the restroom but of the precursor. Richard hardly noticed as he was wrapped up in what he was going to do on his work shift at the station.

The coyote began to feel the familiar sensation of needing to use the toilet. Richard wasn't concerned; perhaps his last bowel movement had dislodged more waste he had been holding. He wouldn't need to worry about it for hours really. He breathed in and out hoping to need would subside again. The slight need grew over the next few minutes. A gurgling sound came up from his intestines.

His guts kept growing more and more bloated. Like he was being packed full of shit. Little did Richard know, that was precisely the case. His need steadily increased over the next few minutes until it was just as bad as it had been this morning before he took his dump. The coyote felt this was not laxatives but more like bulk fibre. He had only eaten an hour ago by his estimation.

Georgia checked on the progress of Richard. She could see that his bowels were quite full to the point of needing the toilet quite promptly. The ewe nurse could cease the fibre spores actions by sending out a command to kill them off. Georgia would stop them for her other patients but not for Richard because she wanted to see the coyote pop. She issued the kill command staggering it out so that her passengers would have different states of bathroom need. First, she stopped the spores inside Jason. Some minutes later it was Matt's turn, and after more time the wolf, Paul's spores were silenced.

Richard now needed to take an absolute massive shit. He was past the point where he would have dashed the toilet. If he was still on the space station, he would be running to the bathroom. The only real thing that kept him clenching was the thought of shitting his space underwear. He had avoided that so far, but this time he might not be so lucky. The urgency was getting worse and worse. Not a diarrhoea type of urgency but the feeling he had so much shit inside him that it would push out like a tube of toothpaste that someone had stepped on.

Richard could just imagine the mess he would make shitting the suit. He was sure it would slide everywhere coating his fur in his own shit. He would have to hold on for as long as he could.

Richard could feel the moment when he began to soil himself. A soft log of coyote shit breached his defences. It slid out into his undersuit. He just couldn't resist the urge to defecate, void his packed full bowels. Surprisingly he could not feel his shit balling up in the seat of the outfit. Instead, the suit was carrying it off in bubbles of living latex. He could feel the balls move up his back separated from his fur and kept trapped inside bubbles.

"User deification detected: Beginning faecal matter containment and processing," said the AI voice of his undersuit.

One reluctant astronaut down. Georgia ticked off the coyote's checkbox on her data slate. Her next patient was going to be the wolf, Paul. She set a medical test for the wolf that would deploy in about fifteen minutes.

"Paul, Nurse Georgia has ordered a mandatory abdominal check," said the undersuit AI.

Paul gasped as the suit poked and prodded at his abdomen. He did need to go, so the suit's actions were somewhat painful. The wolf still had control and could wait for the last hour or so of the shuttle ride. He just had to hold it until he reached the other space station and found a proper toilet.

"Abdominal check report: Lupine bowels are at capacity. High risk of constipation found. Please void yourself in five minutes or more active measures will be taken to safeguard intestinal health," said the suit.

"Oh, shit," thought Paul.

The wolf wasn't going to start shitting himself just because this machine was ordering him too. He waited for the five minutes trying not to panic.

"Lupine non-compliance detected. Recommend action: A microdose of DeerLax laxative via nano dispersal,"

Paul couldn't tell when the undersuit had drugged him until he could feel the urge to shit grow larger. Whatever this stuff was, it was now putting some pressure on his bowels. His bowels were being stimulated by the suit's drug. It was forcing his waste in his abdomen down towards his anus. It was starting to get uncomfortable now.

"That will help you have a bowel movement," said the suit.

Paul gritted his teeth and hugged his abdomen. Paul's insides started to gurgle and rumble. He began to cramp, his intestines beginning to rumble. His hand paws had no grip on the glossy rubber they clutched helplessly at his abdomen. The wolf was unable to stop the suit from drugging him it seemed. The wolf kept his tail star tightly clenched as another abdominal cramp rolled over him.

He had to fight the laxative; it was only a micro-dose. His bowels gurgled loudly, and another cramp made his middle convulse. Each abdominal cramp was forcing him to bear down on his tight pucker fighting back from his urge to release. He needed to void himself, but he could fight it, but as more time passed, his cramps were getting stronger. He just couldn't concentrate. He checked the time only fifteen minutes had passed from when the suit had begun activity trying to make him soil himself.

"I know you want to defecate, but I don't know why you are resistant to using my toileting capabilities," said the suit.

Paul gasped, as a big cramp forced him to battle for control of his bowels. He sucked in a breath, hoping to ease the urgent feeling. His faecal matter was being forced down inside of him, increasing his urgency to soil himself. Still, now it seemed to have ridden out the peak of the effect of the laxatives and slowly over several minutes it wore off completely.

"Lupine laxative resistance detected redeploy DeerLax at low dosage," said the suit.

Paul was watching the clock but was soon gasping and panting as the new dosage took effect. His drugged bowels were causing his insides to cramp and gurgle wanting to empty themselves. It was worse this time. Paul was getting desperate; he had never wanted to defecate more in his life. The cramps were getting stronger and coming closer together. Paul gnashed his teeth in between waves of abdominal cramps. His insides were rolling and grumbling.

Paul tried for a second time to comfort his irritated bowels. His slippery hand paws didn't offer any relief as they clutched at his abdomen. In fact, his desperate grasping only served to provoke deeper abdominal cramps as they desperately clawed at the suit. His belly let out loud gurgles as his hand paws squeaked across the smooth rubber.

"Still resisting my lupine friend? You must know I'll only increase the dosage if you manage to keep control," said the suit.

Paul kept his legs tightly crossed, bearing down on his quivering tail hole. He was panting for the exertion of keeping in control of his bodily functions. Drool flicked out from the corners of his mouth. A new horror began as the undersuit started to massage his abdomen in strong slow circles.

"Let me help massage your waste right out of you," said the suit.

Paul let out a gasp. The suit was right. He wouldn't be able to hold his bowels for long like this. There was no escape.

"I can repeat this treatment as long as it takes," said the suit.

Paul was panting heavily now; cramps surged through his insides. He wasn't going to hold out much longer. His cramping insides were growing worse by the minute. Paul moaned in despair as the drug was taking full effect now. He kept his straining anus clenched shut with all his might. Finally, the laxative wore off. He was panting and gasping as his upset intestines settled down. Even the suit stopped its manual stimulation.

"Lupine laxative resistance detected redeploy DeerLax at a moderate dosage," said the suit.

Paul could only panic as he felt the laxative begin to work again. Soon all his efforts were focused on keeping his tail star shut. He clamped down with all his might with each cramp. The only thing between his release was his anal muscles. He was feeling himself start to weaken as the nearly constant pressure and cramps offered no reprieve. Eventually, the capabilities of his anus gave out, and Paul was compelled to let go.

His bowels exploded, and his anus offered no hope of stopping the contractions as he unloaded an utterly massive load of his waste into the undersuit. The laxative made sure he completely emptied his bowels. Thankfully his faecal matter didn't come into contact with his fur or any other part of his body.

"Defecation detected you are such a good wolf," said the suit.

The wolf messing was much more apparent to the other passengers. They keep silent because they could be in the same boat real soon. They were close to the station by now. Georgia had to turn her attention to her piloting. Almost all functions were handled by the craft's computer, but she had to be ready to take over if there were any problems. It didn't take long for the ewe to be directed to her assigned docking port. The docking procedure was smooth, but she was sure at least two needy passengers were hoping to get off the shuttle sooner than later.

Georgia drank in the view of the fox as he stood near the airlock door. He and the deer were very eager to get off the shuttle. She knew exactly why. The ewe was waiting until after they arrived at the passenger terminal to continue her games. Half of her passengers had used their space undersuit as a toilet on this trip--the other creatures, Jason and Matt, were about to escape. Not on her watch!

By the time the airlock had finished cycling the passengers were ready to disembark. Jason and Matt would soon be in search of a toilet. Matt, the deer, had a sheen of sweat covering his exposed head fur as he stepped out into the space station airlock. Matt quickly disappeared from the group as well as Jason, all the others went to the baggage reclaim area to get their suitcases and personal effects.

Matt walked towards the toilets as overstuffed bowels growled threateningly; it was audible even inside the passenger terminal. The deer found a public toilet cube. It was a prefab toilet that could be hooked up to a space station's plumbing network or used as a portable toilet on outposts without such luxuries as running water. It was the size of a universal-pattern shipping container and had two large stalls taking up half of each side. Matt pressed his right hoof hand to the scanner that would allow him to use it. The door opened, and he rushed inside. The space undersuits were smart clothing. They were wise enough to peel themselves open around the butt for a creature that wanted to use a real toilet over its waste functions. Matt plonked himself down on the throne. This time the suit kept his rear end covered by the tight rubbery material refusing to yield, slide open and peel away from his nether regions.

"Due to an outbreak of parasitic worms, all passengers must first pass through a biological scanner before access to station toilets are permitted," said the suit's voice.

It was the same story inside Jason's stall. Unlike the deer, he decided just to use his undersuit. He kept himself seated and unleashed his payload inside the rubbery undersuit. He had a feeling that Georgia was letting him off lightly and could have made him mess himself at any time. It wasn't as taboo for the fox to take a dump in these things. It was the other creatures who were having their hang-ups tested.

The deer let out a conspicuous growl, almost canine in nature and heft himself up off the toilet seat and exited the stall. Matt hoofed it over towards the arrivals hall and quickly found the security checkpoint for biological hazards. Thankfully there wasn't anyone else waiting due to this station's relatively slow traffic. The scanning unit was a board where a creature would stand, and the scanning ring would rise up out of the floor and do a pass over them. There was a ferret operator behind the controls.

"You must be Matt. I've been expecting you," said the scanner operator.

Matt should have been more suspicious of this random station guard knowing him by his first name, but his mind was locked on the sole task of getting to a toilet before he shat himself. The border guard ran the scanning machine quickly, and he typed away a few commands on the computer terminal. Matt would soon discover just what they were. As the machine scanned his body for foreign parasites, he began to sweat profusely. Not from fear of the scan results but his bossy bowels kept cramping. It wouldn't take long before he would void himself whether he wanted to or not, but he still had a chance.

Meanwhile, Jason had finished his business and was heading down to the luggage retrieval section. Georgia was there and flashed the fox a grin. He walked over and took a look at the screen of the data slate the ewe was holding. He saw that his name was checked off on a list displayed on the screen.

"It looks like our buck has hoofed it out of here," said Jason, as he looked around for him.

"Don't you worry, I'll make sure he makes use of the proper bathroom arrangements," said Georgia.

The other creatures were eager to get their bags and escape the clutches of their rubbery undersuits. Georgia waited until they left with their bags before moving towards the baggage conveyor belt.

"You're a strange one that's for sure," teased the fox.

An electronic ding sounded as the scanner completed it's a final pass. The ferret waved the deer through. Matt trotted through the somewhat quiet shopping district of the station proper. Many space stations had this design with a touristy section near their passenger airlocks; it resembled a shopping mall with three levels curving around the doughnut style space station. He looked around for a sign showing where the toilets were. The deer soon found one and followed it until Matt found a new toilet cube. He waved his hoof hand over the access panel, but instead of granting him entry, it flashed a message.

"Your station toilet usage access has been provoked for two hours, for NULL by NULL, have a nice day," came the announcement out of the card reader.

This was bad, even the toilets at his living quarters had the same access system. Having access revoked was meant to only be if one vandalised the restrooms or routinely left the toilets in a state. He was past the ability to hold for another two hours. He could call tech support, but not only that would be embarrassing he would probably be on hold for at least an hour.

He was sunk now, he had to find at least a quiet area for him to soil himself. He didn't want to do it in a shopping area full of different creatures. The cramping in his rectum was getting worse and worse as he searched for a quiet place where he could slip away for a few minutes. Eventually, if you found a secluded viewing cupola. He stood near the window, grasping the handrail. He pretended to look out at the view of the curve of the space station, but really he was judging how many creatures would visit this area. One eye watched the doorway for several moments, hoping no one else would arrive in this area.

It seemed that many of the spacers were quite bored with this scene because no one else had come by for at least five minutes. Matt struggled with his convulsing tail hole. Finally, he let loose, he let out a soft log of shit. It was a strange sensation messing his clothes. Never had he done so even in the academy as part of the training. He felt relief as the space undersuit began working on his accident, and it didn't go anywhere other than the rubber storage bubbles collecting his faecal matter.

"it's a great view, huh?" came a sudden voice.

Matt spun around to face the sudden intrusion. He hoped the obvious bubbles of contained shit moving up his lower back had not been seen.

"I got your suitcase from the luggage conveyor. You must have run off somewhere, so I used my medical privileges to locate you. I hope that's not too weird. I just wanted you to have your suitcase back and not have to go to baggage claim," the ewe said.

The deer pressed back against the railing as he felt another heftier stool slide free from his arse. It took all his effort to stop defecating. He clawed back control as the last release took the edge of his bathroom needs. He still felt a hefty payload inside his bloated guts. Perhaps he could hold the rest for the under two hours remaining on his toilet ban?

"What's the matter? A bit shy that I caught you taking a dump?" she asked.

Matt could feel his cheeks burn. He went to stammer a denial, but the ewe's confident expression stopped him. Georgia walked closer and showed him the screen of her data slate. It showed that his undersuit was currently transporting his faecal matter to its processing system.

"You've been holding onto your stool on me. You've needed to open your bowels since we were halfway here. That's an unhealthy habit, is there a reason why you have been doing so?" asked Georgia.

"I don't like using the undersuit... For that. I prefer to use a normal toilet," said Matt, avoiding eye contact.

"Your employer has noticed too, that's why you were assigned to my shuttle. I've been tasked to subject our group to some exposure therapy," explained Georgia.

"That's shown me. Ha, thanks for getting my bag. I must be getting to my quarters now," said the deer.

As the deer moved toward his suitcase. He found he could not move. It got worse, his body was moved by his suit, and he was made to squat down.

"Medical suit control overrides activated," said the undersuit.

"You haven't finished your bowel movement. I'm afraid that I can't let you go until you've emptied yourself," said Georgia.

"I-i can do that later," stammered Matt.

Georgia typed in some commands on her data slate.

"Deploying DeerLax at a moderate dosage," said his suit.

"A good dose of laxative will overcome your shyness. There's no need to thank me. I'm glad I can help you," Georgia said.

Matt only held on for a minute soon recognising the ewe was staying for the show. He grunted with relief as he vacated his bowels. He was now free of the severe cramps that by the end of it we're getting quite painful indeed.

Georgia couldn't help but watch the deer's display. She didn't want him to slink away without being totally empty. Georgia could see the relief flood over Matt's face that he didn't have to hold his bowels any longer. Not there was anything wrong with that when you had equipment that could deal with such a mess automatically.

"Medical suit control overrides cancelled," said the undersuit.

"That must feel so much better. I hope you use your undersuit's functions more often in the future," said Georgia.

She rolled his suitcase towards the deer, keeping her briefcase by her side. Matt accepted it graciously now that he was free of his mandatory hold. He stammered an excuse and trotted out of the room.

Georgia took a seat on one of the viewing couches, and she went over her paperwork on the data slate. She kicked off her to-do list with the deer being the last creature that needed some undersuit training. She had to admit to herself; she was becoming quite elaborate with her games. Anyone else doing this task would have just set the bio-spores on back in the shuttle, and that would have been the end of it. She didn't feel too bad. She was making mundane tasks quite enjoyable, and it was worth the small bribe she paid the security officer.