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Coyote Vulnerabilities

By Zrathie

Qillaq, the coyote looked upwards as he was being transported down the long corridors. He was secured in a gurney in five-point restraints. His wrists, ankles, neck and middle we locked into place. Pushing the gurney was a robotic nurse modelled after a coyote but a very artificial one. The robot nurse was covered in a bright white shiny latex-like skin. The robots were genderless and nude. He had seen several robots of this type, but he didn't know how many there were in total because they all looked identical and they always were immaculate and clean.

The coyote had been here for several days since his capture, and the routine was sitting in. So it came as a surprise when it was taking him to a different room inside the mental hospital. Qillaq himself was wearing a patient uniform. It consisted of a solid white tight pliant bodystocking made of a lycra or spandex material. It covered his whole body leaving openings around his wrists, ankles, the base of his tail and neck. The garment had a zipper running down the back that terminated just about the hole made for his tail.

The robot turned towards a set of doors. The double doors automatically opened and he was wheeled inside the spacious room. The room had a washbasin, cabinets stacked with medical supplies and the floors and walls were covered in white tiles. It was lit with several rows of lights above and a large window at the far end of the room. The window was frosted, so it only let in the outside light but not a view. A spacious section of the tiled floor had an ever so slight tilt towards a drain that ran down one of the walls in the room.

The coyote bot parked the gurney and secured its brakes. The artificial coyote walked across the room to the cabinet near the sink and received some equipment. The coyote soon figured out that the robot was bringing over, stirrups. The machine attached the stirrups to mounting holes that were built into the gurney. With a metallic clack, thumb screws were tightened, and the stirrups were locked into place one at a time.

The robot then proceeded to undo the strap on one of the coyote's ankles. The machines were quite strong, but they were gentle as long as Qillaq didn't fight back. In his early struggles, he had soon learnt he couldn't overpower the robots, and that there were always reinforcements close by. The machine placed first his right and then his left foot paw into the stirrups so that his legs were up in the air and spread apart. The stirrups had built-in straps which allowed the robot to quickly secure the flesh and blood coyote's ankles into place.

Qillaq didn't know what was going on. Usually, in this part of the morning, he would be in the shower. The coyote was grateful for the morning shower not just for cleanliness, but it allowed him a chance to relieve his bladder. As with most mornings, it was quite full by the time he awoke strapped down to his bed in his small patient room. The robots would ignore his requests to visit the toilet until after his shower, so he would often have a wee as he was being bathed. He had another need that could wait with his bladder was the most pressing issue.

"What's up with this?' asked the coyote.

"You are due for relaxing foot paw wash before your shower." said the machine in an electronic-sounding voice.

The nurse bots had been keeping him captive at the mental hospital for a few days. He had come to find Jamie, his fox friend, but ended up being committed. The nurse robot left for more supplies it brought a bowl of warm soapy water, two towels, a washcloth, a scrubbing brush and an oval-shaped sponge placing them on a table with caster wheels before bringing it to the foot of the coyote's bed. Qillaq's current position forced his legs apart, and his foot paws high into the air. The robot unfolded and placed a towel on the thin rubber mattress under each of the coyote's outstretched foot paws.

With Qillaq bound in place, the bot dipped its washcloth into the bowl of water. It took it out and rang out the extra water. Slowly the machine moved the wet cloth to the Qillaq's left foot paw and began dabbing it into his rubbery paw pads. The coyote's paw pads splayed wide open at the sudden contact. His toes parted open, trying to avoid the wet washcloth. With his paws held in place in the stirrups, the coyote's foot paws laid helpless and ready for the artificial coyote's attention.

Next, the robot started on the central pad, blotting and rubbing. Qillaq twisted his leg, but it didn't stop the machine from doing its work. Soon the black paw pad was wet with a good coating of water. The artificial coyote rinsed the washcloth and squeezed out the excess water. He turned his attention to the toe pads going over them one at a time. Lastly, the machine pressed the cloth between the real coyote's toes wetting the short fur found there.

Qillaq was very squirmy more due to the fullness of his bladder and lack of opportunity to visit the toilet than the actions of the robot nurse alone. He knew the machines were on their own schedule and no amount of complaining or bargaining on his part would change their plans for him.

Qillaq was breathing deeply now. Soft puffs of breath escaped the canine's muzzle. The coyote nurse bot had moved onto the other foot paw. The coyote's first paw was damp with water, some of it dripping down to the towel below. His black paw pads glistened under the light. He balled up and then splayed open his toes, matching his right paw now under the machine's attention.

The robot continued to wash the coyote's right foot paw. It returned the cloth to the bowl and walked over to the sink area. The machine took a bottle of green liquid soap and walked back to the bound coyote. It pumped out a good dollop of soap onto the sponge. The coyote robot pressed the soapy sponge into one of the coyote's foot paws and began working the soapsuds into the pads and between Qillaq's toes.

After some work, both of the coyote's paws were now sleek and slippery with soap bubbles. All soaped up and ready for a scrub. The coyote shivered under the attention.

The robot picked up the small scrubbing brush and began to scrub the coyote's right foot paw. He ran the scrubber in tight circles. The captive coyote was panting loudly before he bit down on his bottom lip. As the machine continued to work the more, the coyote continued to squirm and twist in his bonds. He was held tight and couldn't get away from relentless scrubbing. He only got a brief break when it switched to his other paw.

After a good scrubbing, the robot began to rinse the coyote's foot paws. It took a fresh washcloth from the table, dipping it into the clean bowl. The coyote's eyes focused on the washcloth as the artificial coyote squeezed out excess water back into the bowl. The coyote was twisting in his straps, still trying to get away from the machine's attention.

The mechanical animal didn't skip a beat as it continued to rinse the other soapy foot paw of the coyote. After the robot scrubbed at Qillaq's paw pads, the machine began drying the coyote's foot paws using the towels that had been placed under them. It dabbed and rubbed the black paws until they were dry.

It was then when the doors opened, and another creature was being wheeled in. There was an identical coyote robot transporting this new patient. Qillaq turned his head to get a better look at the other captive; he was a jet black panther. His head was bound in a canvas helmet, but otherwise, he was wearing the same patient uniform. The skin-tight spandex didn't hide much at all. The curve of the feline's sheath was clearly outlined in the white bodysuit. Once the panther was wheeled into position, the second robot turned its attention to setting up the paw washing for the new captive.

Qillaq's bladder was now throbbing, somehow he had held it during the paw washing treatment, but he needed the bathroom soon. It didn't help that he was still spread eagle by his bonds. The robot coyote began to set up a pair of stirrups for the panther patient. The machine locked the feline in the same position as Qillaq. The panther's tail flicked angrily, and his sharp claws shot out from his toes and fingers. He was trying to scratch the coyote robot, but the fact he was blinded by the helmet and the strength of his captor's arms kept his flailing leg from finding a target.

A muffled hiss could be heard from behind the helmet as the coyote bot finished placing the panther's foot paws in the stirrups. The machine changed the water and got a new set of paw washing implements for the panther. As the artificial coyote began wetting the panther's helpless pink paws, Qillaq shivered. He wouldn't last long with the wet, slopping and slurping sounds coming from the panther's paw washing.

Thankfully the first coyote bot began adjusting Qillaq's leg straps into a more comfortable position. It took off the stirrups from the gurney before Qillaq's ankles were strapped back down flat onto the gurney, and soon he was on the move once more. Qillaq was still desperate to piss, but at least he was in a better position to hold it. His anxiety began to fade as he recognised the hallway that led to the shower room.

Qillaq was wheeled into the shower room. There, a fox and another coyote bot who was strapping the half-undressed fox into neoprene shackles. The shackles were attached to stainless steel chains that were bolted into the floor and ceiling. Qillaq made eye contact with the fox. Qillaq was disappointed that he wasn't Jamie. It was then the coyote noticed the yellowish wet patch covering the groin of the fox's bodystocking.

The fox must have wet recently because his wet patch was still glossy under the lighting. The coyote bot who was pushing Qillaq's gurney began to unstrap him from his bounds. The fox had his arms strapped above his head, and his coyote bot pulled down his wet bodystocking past his chest, whist and down his legs slipping his bushy tail through the hemmed tail hole of the outfit in the process. The fox stepped out of the garment, and the coyote bot shackled his ankles, making sure the fox was bound. The coyote bot balled up the stained bodystocking and threw it into a pale blue laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

Qillaq was lifted by his coyote bot and placed in a shower chair; that had been placed along a wall. He quickly crossed his legs and ran a hand paw to his crotch and promptly squeezed his sheath. His new position made it possible to hold his throbbing bladder. It was getting to the point where he needed to clamp down over his sheath just to hold back the flow. A sudden sound of water made Qillaq squirm as the other coyote robot began to shower the fox.

Qillaq soon realised he wasn't going to make it, especially with the constant shower sounds filling the room. He pulled his hand, paw away from his crotch and began to wet himself. The Lyra fabric bulged outwards before his piss permeated through it. The hot wetness flowed downwards into the seat and then out the slots at the rear tinkling to the tiled floor. His bladder shuddered as it gave up its contents. The machine watched over him with indifference as he continued to piss himself. Qillaq gave out a grunt of relief when it was over. He watched as his piss puddle flowed towards a drain in front of his position.

Qillaq was relieved he had pissed even though it was not at the time of his choosing. It had been getting painful to hold it those last few minutes. He looked over at the fox who was being rinsed from soap suds. Soon it would be his turn, and he would be cleaned of his own piss soaking the crotch of his outfit. The fox was soon unshackled and moved to the side of the room; where some blow dryers had been installed.

As the fox was being dried off, the coyote bot responsible for Qillaq moved him towards the shower, unzipped the back of his bodystocking and eased out one of the coyote's arms. The process was repeated with his other arm, and the piss-stained suit was pulled down to around his waist. Qillaq's arms were cuffed into place, and the coyote bot removed the rest of the bodysuit from Qillaq's body. The last step was securing his ankles to the floor shackles before he was showered just like the fox before him.

The robots were gentle to him when they washed him so Qillaq tried to relax as much as one could bound in shackles in a shower room. He wondered where Jamie had got to. He had not seen him yet, but he was sure he was caught up in the automated asylum. The now dry fox was led out of the room by the coyote bot tending to him. He was still nude, but the coyote bots had a changing room next to this one; a door down in the corridor. It was only after his coyote bot had finished drying him after his shower that he asked the question.

"I need to shit. Can I use the toilet connected to the change room?" asked Qillaq.

"Sure thing," said the robot in a chipper voice.

It seemed that the robots only cared about the toileting needs of their patents after the morning shower. Qillaq was relieved that his request wasn't ignored. The machine marched him out into the hallway and into the next room down. It was the changeroom where he and other captives would get a clean uniform after their bathtime. As Qillaq had seen before, two doors lead off to different rooms from the changeroom itself.

There was an unmarked door and the other with a toilet sign on the door. The coyote bot made Qillaq move towards the toilet door with a firm hand on Qillaq's shoulder. He was glad to be the only flesh and blood creature here. The fox must have already been dressed and left while he was still being dried. The coyote bot opened the door with its freehand and guided Qillaq inside. Qillaq was plunged into darkness as the door closed behind him. It took a moment for the light to automatically turn on so he could see inside the room.

There was a weird-looking plant where there was meant to be a toilet. It kind of looked like a toilet. It had a green bowl made of shiny green latex looking stuff. On top of the bowl was a round organic-looking toilet seat that was covered in tendrils thousands of them. The same was true of the leaves surrounding the seat. The three leaves were open like the petals of a flower, two at the back and one larger leaf at the front. The interior of the leaves were orange; covered in the same rubber tendrils as the seat while the outer sides were the same green glossy latex as the bowl.

Qillaq's eyes followed a tangle of green snaking vines coming up behind the toilet; they snaked up to the ceiling. The coyote counted three that terminated in bulbs while four to six others ending in a rounded end. The nude coyote gulped and moved forward. He did actually need to poo and didn't want to exit the bathroom without having done his business.

The coyote held his breath and sat down on the toilet. Qillaq yelped. The rubber leaves had come alive and wrapped around his waist. His tail and legs came out from rounded gaps in the leaves. The rubber creaked and squeaked as it folded around him and pressed down snugly.

Qillaq decided to go along with it, not that he had a choice now. He had a bit of trouble getting started, but soon he had emptied the contents of his bowels into the weird toilet. He made sure he was totally empty. He didn't want to have to go again until tomorrow if he could help it. His coyote bot tormentors would allow him to use a toilet unsupervised in the common rooms and the ones off from the canteen during lunch and dinner, but during the night he was strapped down to his bed.

Qillaq let free a small tinkle of piss he did not have much to give because he had pissed in the shower room this morning but any chance not to be at the mercy of the robots he would have to take. He jumped as warm water was sprayed onto his rear and crotch. Hidden inner tendrils brushed through the fur near his tail hole they were covered in what felt like soap.

Qillaq yapped loudly as he felt a slimy tendril slid into his sheath. He tried not to panic as he felt it spray soap and coil around his penis, giving him an internal sheath cleaning. The delicate motions of the tendril made him semi-aroused almost instantly. Next came water. It was warm and comfortable. It washed away the soap and left both his sheath and rear end sparkling clean. The sheath invader slipped out, and the toilet began drying him. Qillaq now had a semi-hard-on. He looked down, and segments of the outer bowl were pumping up like a frog's throat and pumping air across his wet fur.

Soon his fur was dry. He noticed movement above him as one of the vines was lowering down towards his muzzle. He closed his eyes, expecting to be blasted by something. Soon a strong scent filled his muzzle. He opened his eyes and stared at the beautiful red and purple blossom that was just in front of his nose. He couldn't help but sniff its scent. Soon the flower folded back inside the bud, and the vine moved upwards. The leaves released their hold on him, and Qillaq stood up.

The coyote moved to the sink and washed his hand paws with warm soapy water. He looked down at his pinkish-red cock still poking out from his sheath. He hesitated for a moment as he realised that he wouldn't have a chance to masturbate for a while, given the amount of bondage the machines kept him in. Qillaq wet his paw pads and reached down and began to stroke his cock.

At first, it was purely a mechanical action before after a few moments, he closed his eyes and turned his mind to his favourite masturbation fantasies. For a few minutes, all the stress from the past few days melted away as he lost himself in a bit of self-love. He puffed out a breath as he blew a warm creamy load over his hand paw. A soft sound brought him back to reality. He flicked his head to the door. There standing in the doorway was a coyote bot. Qillaq quickly washed the cum from his hand paws before sheepishly walking towards the robot.

They went out into the changing room. It had laid out a white latex catsuit on the bench.

"I hope you don't think you have to conceal your masturbation habits. Judging by the amount of seminal fluid you ejaculated you have been holding back on your sexual needs," said the robot.

Qillaq thought he could melt holes through his cheeks with how he was blushing. It was made all the worse that his still hard knot was standing proudly in the air.

"I have prepared your uniform for today," said the coyote robot.

Qillaq was surprised it wasn't just another fabric bodysuit. He took the catsuit and soon found the garment was far too big for him. There was an open slot cut into the front of the latex catsuit. It also had integrated foot paw socks and hand paw gloves. He slipped into it. The loose rubber was straightforward to put on. It even had a tail sleeve.

Just as he slipped his head through the neck hole, the rubber suit began to contract and shrink. The latex catsuit was growing smaller. Qillaq looked down to see the entry point was sealed closed, welding seamlessly with the rest of the rubber. It didn't stop until the rubber fabric clung close to his body like a second skin or more like he had been shrink-wrapped in glossy white rubber. His sheath and ball looked like they had been dipped in a can of white paint. Qillaq was sealed inside the garment. Once he was dressed, the coyote bot escorted him to the room across the way and not the door leading to the corridor.

The new room had a large comfy chair in the centre of it but was otherwise empty. The light from the ceiling wasn't too harsh and cast a soft glow over the area. The coyote bot led the flesh and blood coyote to the chair where he sat down. Without a word, the coyote bot left the room, closing the door behind it. Qillaq was grumpy that the coyote bot had stashed him in this room without an explanation, but there wasn't much he could do against the robots.

Suddenly there was a mechanical sound as flat-screen television descended from a hidden panel from the ceiling. The screen turned on and displayed stock footage of the outside of the asylum. The scene changed to show a two-toned brown bunny wearing a labcoat sitting in a doctor's office. The doctor began to speak.

"Hi there. I'm Doctor Travis Baker, and I'm here to explain a treatment you are undergoing at our fully automated facility," said the television.

Qillaq watched the screen. Perhaps this was going to explain the rubber suit and the sudden change of routine.

"You have been diagnosed with constipation or have not had a bowel movement record in a day or two by our automated systems. Not passing a stool can have negative health outcomes and can be quite uncomfortable," said the screen.

Qillaq had just used the toilet in the other room. Why were they playing this video?

"Don't be worried medical innovations have come up with a simple but effective solution," said Dr Baker.

The screen changed to show a plant that had a red and purple blossom and looked exactly like the one that the strange toilet had placed in front of Qillaq's face.

"Fiber spores that come from this blossoming part of the bio-bulb toileting solution are the latest medication to help keep you regular. They work by using sugar and/or fat cells in your body; using your own body's energy stores to grow faecal matter right inside your lower intestines and colon," said the tv doctor.

Qillaq gulped he was glad he had used the toilet before. Would this mean he would have to take a dump in the afternoon? The scene changed back to the doctor this time there was a graphic of a generic illustration of the lower intestines and colon. In the graphic blue spore shaped dots were blooming radiating lines outwards.

"The fibre spores work rapidly forming new healthy stool that drives out dry stool from the colon. In cases where a patient is holding their bowels, it helps by giving a forceful flush that doesn't irritate the bowel wall like a laxative. It's a great cleanout even for a patient who has recently voided themselves. The fibre spores will grow a new full load of faecal matter only stopping when the patient defecates again," said the doctor.

Qillaq's bowels gurgled loudly as he realised he needed to shit again. It wasn't super urgent, but it was there.

"I hope that explained your treatment. Thank you for your attention," said the screen.

The television flicked off and slowly began to raise up into the ceiling compartment from where it had come from. Qillaq got up from his chair and went over to the door. He tried the handle but found he was locked in. His bowels gurgled again as he was starting to feel bloated. A whine escaped his muzzle as he soon realised he was under the effect of the fibre spores.

Next, Qillaq tried to remove the white latex-like suit covering his body. He tried to work a finger under the neckline of his uniform only to find he couldn't even get a claw tip under the rubberised material. He pulled at his outfit, the rubber squeaked under his paw pads. He looked around the room, hoping to find a tool that could cut him free. The sparse room only had the chair, a light switch and no other exits than the locked door he had entered from.

By now, Qillaq definitely needed to take a dump. His bowels were getting worse, filling up with each passing minute. He returned to the chair as he tried to think of a way out of the room or at least a way to take off his catsuit. He clawed at the suit, hoping to cut himself free. His canine claws harmlessly skimmed across the seamless rubber. The material was much stronger than actual latex standing up to the coyote's attempts to piece the suit.

Qillaq shivered as an abdominal cramp rolled over his belly. The coyote gagged as he imagined what a mess he would make if he was forced to defecate into his catsuit. His lower abdomen was making more sounds as his need to shit continued to get more acute. He wasn't going to let this happen without a fight, so he hunkered down as did his best to ignore the sensation.

His bowels soon surpassed how they were feeling this morning and kept getting more urgent as time passed. It wasn't a sensation of diarrhoea but the natural need to shit. It felt like he was a tube of toothpaste being filled up with soft coyote shit. The cramps were soon coming in waves, and Qillaq had to actively bare down on his anal sphincter to keep his waste in. Qillaq was gasping in time to the urgent cramping of his guts.

He couldn't tell how long he lasted, but it couldn't have been much longer. One practically painful cramp must have made him relax, or it could have been the sheer effort of trying to hold it in faltering when he could feel his anal sphincter lock open. He had no control as he began shitting. He was horrified and tried to stop himself, but it was too late he was going to void himself NOW.

Qillaq was disgusted, but suddenly his suit began to react. Instead of his payload filling the seat of his outfit, he could feel it was being contained and sectioned off. He dared to look down and saw the suit was collecting his faecal matter inside balls of rubber. The sight of the bubbles and knowing what was inside them made Qillaq choke and gag. He turned his muzzle to the ceiling and closed his eyes as he continued to void his bowels.

"Patient defecation detected, Containment and recycling operations underway," came a computerised voice.

The voice came from inside Qillaq's mind. It must have been some advanced interface to the rubber suit.

"Hello, Qillaq. I am your medical model bio-suit. I am designed to capture and process your urine and faeces as well as other bodily secretions. I would have introduced myself earlier, but I find most patients will hold the contents of their bowels even after I explain my functionally," explained the bio-suit.

Qillaq moaned with relief as his intense cramping subsided. He was still defecating, but the urgency was subsiding. Qillaq was beginning to believe that whoever had programmed the coyote bots had a few psychosexual influences.