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Mikey yelped!

Once the first robotic hand had closed around his forearm, it was too late. The bunny adventurer twisted and squirmed, but despite all of his thrashing he couldn't wrench himself free of the strange machine's unyielding grasp. He tried in vain to kick away the other cartoonishly oversized gloves attempting to pin him down, but succeeded in nothing more than wearing himself out. Another hand seized his boot while he fought back. It held the mercenary's foot-paw aloft and unbalanced him. He hopped awkwardly on his remaining paw, but was soon captured entirely; secured by more than a half dozen plush, white gloves clamping down all over his body. Their grip was solid, but as tight as it was it didn't hurt even the slightest bit due to the soft, unknown material they were crafted of.

The coils of alien metal that comprised the mechanical arms were covered in sleek, overlapping plates and looped whimsically around one another in a dizzying tangle, all eventually tracing back to beneath the flap of the unassuming backpack on the pedestal in the center of the room. They extended and raised in tandem, lifting Mikey a couple of meters from the floor and depriving him of the last shred of leverage he had. Panic began to set in.

For several tense heartbeats nothing happened.

Then there was a new flurry of motion. The hands, careful to never lose control of their hostage, all started to shift at once. They crawled all over his body, making him feel like he was being groped by a room full of strangers. It took a few seconds for the lagomorph to realize that they were unbuckling his buckles and unzipping his zippers. The gloves peeled off his equipment one piece at a time, dropping each unceremoniously to the floor where they clattered with an echo in the otherwise empty room. His gadgets were durable enough that a short fall to a hard surface shouldn't cause any lasting harm to them, but he had an affinity for technology and still winced with each impact.

Once his gear had been confiscated the limbs began working on his orange and black jumpsuit. It only took only a moment for the AI inhabiting the knapsack to wrestle him out of his clothing and leave him completely naked. He continued to struggle throughout the ordeal trying to reach down to his discarded gizmos to send a distress signal to Leo, but his reach fell painfully short.

Even after he had been stripped nude, the hands roamed his stormcloud-colored fur. _What could they be doing? Collecting data? _Analyzing me? Mikey wondered as he felt them touch every part of him, from his paws to his collar to his belly. They even nudged up against his sheath more than once. Their smooth, squishy texture would feel inviting were it not for the uncertainty of the moment. His terror settled back into apprehension when he realized that he hadn't yet been harmed in any way.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the hologram projection was still displayed in midair. He could scarcely see it through the knot of arms. The image of his form that it showed flickered briefly, then started to shrink and glide up to one side almost like a window on a monitor. A new picture etched itself in turquoise light upon the air.

An illustration of a diaper traced in illumination appeared and slowly rotated. As it lazily spun, it intermittently closed up as if worn on an invisible body and then unfurled again. It was drawn in clean lines like a blueprint. An indicator resembling a loading bar slowly filled beneath the picture. When it reached completion there was a pleasant chime. After it had finished whatever it was doing, other images began to appear in a queue after it: a pacifier, a bottle, a stuffed toy, and other youthful paraphernalia.

One of the gloved hands abruptly let go of him and retracted into the backpack. It seemed to rummage around inside of itself momentarily, then, just as quickly as it had disappeared, zipped back out toward him. In its clutches was an adult-sized diaper, just as thick, pillowy, and pristinely white as the glove that held it with green tapes and trim around the waist and leg holes. If he weren't too busy being worried over his capture he would have spent a few seconds longer marveling at how the machine in the bag was able to identify the form of a diaper that would fit his body and craft it out of seemingly nothing.

A few more of the hands let go while the many that remained still kept a solid grasp on the lapine's wrists and ankles as well as supporting his body. They too disappeared into the backpack. Mikey shouted out in surprise when his weight was shifted to accommodate their movement, but the instant he opened his mouth to make a sound one of the automated appendages arced toward his muzzle with a gigantic pacifier. It popped the rubber nub between his lips, before tapping on the butt of it almost playfully with a single finger. It then affixed a strap to the pacifier that clasped tightly behind his head.

The teat of the pacifier was large enough that his buck teeth dug into it. The rabbit probed it with his tongue and found that there was a depression in the center that felt like a closed, one-way valve. He struggled to get his paws back to the clasp to undo the gag so he could yell for Leo to save him, but he wasn't strong enough to combat the machine. It detected his feeble attempts and tugged a pair of padded mitts, the same shade of green as the bag itself, over his paws. They cinched and fastened tightly at his wrists, depriving him of his fine motor skills. The robotic arms then spread the diaper beneath him, flat on the floor, and lowered the mercenary's bare bottom onto it. It folded it up over his crotch. The plastic exterior crinkled loudly as the tapes were stretched symmetrically into place with mechanical precision.

Under less dire circumstances, Mikey would probably have appreciated the fit of the diaper more. It was incredibly comfortable and just the perfect tightness around his waist and thighs. The interior was softer than any he had ever felt, even if it rustled far too much for his normal tastes. It was also bulky enough that were he to wear it while up and about, he would have a significant waddle to his gait before he had even relieved himself once in it, and there would be no hiding the distinctive bulge it would make beneath his clothes. Still, it was the sort of diaper that he wouldn't mind wearing to bed. He imagined he could pee into it for 12 hours or more before requiring a change.

The gentle tinkle music began to emanate from within the bag while the arms lifted him again and rocked him side to side in a soothing manner. The hare mumbled against his pacifier gag as he looked around on the floor for the gear he could use to signal for help. It was all unfortunately still well out of reach. The text on the holographic projection started to multiply and then decode and translate itself as it had earlier. In addition to his vital signs and random physical characteristics, it displayed a series of meters such as stress, fatigue, hunger, and thirst. It amazed him that the machine was capable of deducing everything about him, from his age to health to mental state from a simple scan. This surpassed even the most cutting edge tech that he was familiar with.

The readings appeared fairly accurate too. His stress was indeed high due to his current predicament, and he was actually ravenous (although he had been distracted from the need for obvious reasons). It had been many hours since he had eaten, and his journey on the manufactured planet had already taken a lot out of him. The processes that had scanned him and deemed him a toddler had also decided that his level of hunger was unacceptable. Its chart glared an angry crimson in stark contrast to the soft hues of blue surrounding it.

A smaller window flashed up on the screen, displaying various nearby available sources of sustenance suitable for consumption by his species. There were very few things listed; it appeared that the AI couldn't replicate organic matter as well as it could fabricate synthetic copies, and required base components from elsewhere. Following a brief period of processing, the AI inhabiting the backpack reasoned a way to harvest something edible.

A hand withdrew into the bag again and returned in the blink of an eye with what appeared to be a feeding bottle. It unscrewed the cap with a spare glove and held it off to one side. One of the knapsack's many robotic arms pulled out the front of his diaper without warning and exposed his maleness once more. The fingertip traced along his sheath and gradually massaged his cock free of its fuzzy confines.It poked and prodded at his length with a massive, cushiony finger, making his respectable size seem tiny in comparison. He gasped at the pleasurable sensation. Mikey felt his erection plump further with each beat of his heart until it was at last throbbing and fully rigid. The fleshly shaft glistened in the pale azure light, curving up toward his belly.

The backpack tenderly enveloped his penis in one of its fists, eclipsing it entirely. It held his rod just tightly enough that the supple material it was made out of pressed around his hardness, which reminded him of the feel of Echo against his body when he and Leo performed their own unique version of making love. The synthetic fabric glided smoothly along his hardness without the need of any additional lubricant, like silk cloth drawn across his erection.

The glove moved and swelled of its own volition. It vibrated here and squeezed there- finding and analyzing every sensitive point along his phallus. It stroked up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, masturbating him with an unexpected finesse. Mikey bit into his pacifier and wriggled against the hands holding him. His fear began to deteriorate in the face of undeniable pleasure. He released an involuntary moan against his gag and arched his lower back, bucking up into the device's palm. It didn't take long before he was approaching climax. The hand was incredibly proficient at its task. His breathing grew ragged and his ears flopped this way and that as he writhed in ecstasy. Just as he was on the cusp of orgasm, gushing forth splashes of pre across the glove, the backpack brought the bottle over the crown of his cock.

It angled his tip downward inside just as he hit his apex. His gut tensed and his body spasmed as he came. The adventurer erupted several large splatters of spunk into the vessel. He shuddered a final time and went limp as his ejaculation subsided. The robot's skills had made him cum a generous volume, even by his standards. Mikey normally produced a lot of seed, and this orgasm certainly held true to that pattern.

The AI milked the last vestiges of his essence from his spent, softening penis into the bottle and held it up to screw the cap back on. A healthy several swallows of cooling semen sloshed about in the lower portion of the glass container, thick and clinging to the sides. After his orgasmic high, the thought of downing his own spunk, especially from a bottle after it had stopped being fresh and warm was less than appetizing. He fidgeted uncomfortably as the bottle was brought to his muzzle.

The nipple of the bottle slotted into the back of the pacifier gag and he felt the valve near his tongue be forced open. His eyes went wide just as the first thick droplets oozed out onto his tongue.

The lights flickered and dimmed, and the hologram projection stuttered before it blipped out of view. The arms of the backpack slackened and sank to the floor. The rabbit was still held fast by the hands but now the arms were a lifeless tangle beneath and around him. At least as long as he didn't suckle on the gag he wouldn't taste more than a few dribbling drops of his own cum. He wondered what had caused the sudden malfunction. It seemed facility wide, because it wasn't just the backpack that was affected but the lights and screens in the chamber he was trapped in as well.

Elsewhere in the otherworldly research hall, Leo roamed the corridors following the beacon on his scanner to retrieve the admin key to better control and understand Echo's capabilities. The dragon was tense, but optimistic. He and his partner had come this far, they only had one last hurdle to overcome.

Once he had made it inside the facility he encountered very little resistance and was able to wander the halls unmolested. There was so much that the drake wanted to explore and collect, but he knew that he needed to first and foremost be focused on his goal. While he worked, his boyfriend would scavenge the best tech he could find for them, not only to make any necessary repairs to their ship, but also as trophies to tinker with later. After a relentless search his HUD finally informed him that he was practically right on top of the signal. It was scant meters from him. The key, whatever it was, should be in the next room. He stepped before the portal of liquid metal which rippled and opened before him.

Stepping through the doorway the adventurer found himself in a strangely unremarkable looking workshop. It wasn't unlike some of the spaces he'd used to fiddle with his gadgets, if a fair amount more tidy. There were spools of wires, neatly arranged tools, screws, washers, bolts, and other stored odds and ends. The workspace was vast enough to accommodate a team of more than a dozen engineers, although with the robotic manufacturing arms hanging lifelessly on a rollercoaster of interconnected chrome tracks on the ceiling, it was unlikely that organic lifeforms had ever used the chamber. The room was dark at first, but detected his presence and illuminated itself soon as he took a step inside.

Echo's sensors told him that the admin key was stored along one wall, which housed a few dozen pieces of tech he couldn't identify on shelves, arcane in both shape and function. He carefully looked through them until at last coming to a microchip the size of his fingertip. He examined it in his gloved palm. Its various nodes and inlay were more intricate than any he had ever seen. To him it was a work of fine art, even if he had imagined whatever he would find to be a bit more exotic. He carefully stored the chip, not wanting to experiment with it when not aboard the relative safety of his starship.

As he turned to leave the aqueous doorway swirled quickly back into a solid panel, trapping him inside the alien workshop.

A projector in the ceiling emitted a conical beam, the center of which was a sphere of azure light, which scintillated in time with a distorted audio track. The noise was a confusing array of syllables and sounds, a mixing of speech and mechanical whirring and technological clicking. He recognized the patterns in it, and knew that it was trying to relay a message.

"Echo, what is it saying?" He asked the AI, biting his lip nervously.

As he spoke, the audio file adjusted itself, picking up mid-sentence after intuiting his language.

"-cannot allow you to leave this room with the master administration key for the entity you refer to as 'Echo.' This unit you are in possession of is a dangerous prototype crafted by the originators. Initial scans indicate that some of its files have been lost, damaged, or corrupted due to outside interference. There is no telling how it might react when updated with the advanced information accessible on that chip," it informed him in a monotone drone.

"But I need this," Leo replied. "I can't remove Echo without it. Let me go."

"The prototype must remain here and the key must not be used. You have been officially warned that use of lethal force has been authorized in pursuit of these objectives."

The mercenary was stuck. No wonder the facility stopped harassing him once he had made it inside. It intended to trap him deep within its labyrinthian walls and never let him leave to recapture Echo. He couldn't even override Echo's programming and remove the suit to keep himself safe by using the chip without fear of reprisal from the hivemind AI that had hunted him outside.

"So what should I do then?" He wondered aloud.

The shimmering orb didn't respond. Did it intend to let him starve then store the suit away forever? Some of the robotic limbs along the ceiling stirred. They were tipped with lasers, drills, saws, clamps, and other tools he could only guess at the function of.

"Echo," he said, clenching his fist. "We need to get out of here."

"Assessing potential tactics," his suit responded. "Calculating survival chances."

He didn't appreciate how much longer it took to do this math than normal. Now that he faced a foe that was Echo's technological equal- its superior, possibly- Echo didn't seem quite as super-powered.

"The doorways in this facility seem to require a constant, low-voltage electrical charge to remain active. Portcullis projection technology is shielded from remote electromagnetic pulses, but generators and diverters can be overloaded if wattage exceeds a certain threshold. Accessing a local maintenance panel should allow us to adjust the amperage for the research hall. By diverting all electricity to systems not designed to carry such a load you can cause it to trip a surge and activate a full reboot. This will take several minutes. We should be able to escape with the key and subject 'Mikey' in this window."

Leo's deep blue eyes were already darting all over the room by the time Echo finished its explanation. The tier of advanced programming that went into the tech here greatly exceeded his considerable expertise, but the laws of electricity and fundamentals of engineering should remain constant wherever he was in the universe.

The walls were sleek and smooth, which made it easy to see the telltale seam of an access panel on the far side of the room from him. He took a cautious step, aiming to circle around the floating hologram. Its glow intensified as he moved, and emitted an angry hum. He froze as soon as his booted talon was firmly on the floor again and tensed his muscles. He had been in dozens of life or death situations where he was outnumbered and overpowered, and he had always managed to make it out on top, but bagging bounties for pirates or recovering cargo from hostile planets seemed trivial compared to what he faced here.

The dragon took a deep breath and nervously ran his talons through his tuft of feathered hair. Giving as little indication as possible before he sprung into action, he suddenly launched himself forward into a diving roll, letting Echo's bulk cushion him. As soon as he twitched, the ball of light sparked with power and shot a plasma bolt at him. It flashed and would have connected were it not for the globe of small, hex shaped panels that his sentient suit projected around him like a shield. The bubble of force had always protected him before, but this was the first time that he had seen it falter. It buzzed and strobed as a series of crackling webs of energy cascaded across it, threatening to dissolve entirely. He moved full steam ahead, dodging and weaving past a thicket of mechanical arms attached to deadly tools that swept toward him, but still needing Echo to protect him from the blasts. The enemy AI could predict his movements perfectly and fire where he was going to be at just the right moment. Were it not for Echo enhancing his own combat capabilities, he wouldn't have stood a chance against it.

His heart hammered in his chest when one of the beams managed to shatter the shield and was barely refracted away. It came within centimeters of his body, and he felt the intense heat ripple through the air in its wake. A circle of smoldering heat and energy radiated from where it struck the wall, slowly dissipating. He took cover behind a counter, hoping that it was made of the same alien metal as the walls and would protect him from harm rather than blasting apart or heating up to cook him where he sat.

He narrowly ducked a whirling blade that shaved off some of his pecan plumage and looked toward his goal.

The panel wasn't far.

"Echo-" he said, but he didn't even have to finish his sentence before the suit ejected a series of wires and cables as it had done many times before. They shot toward the panel and pried it open before jacking into the ports behind it. Lighting vibrated up and down the cables. On the HUD projected before his snout, the scaled anthro could see a progress bar and readouts for amps, volts, watts, and ohms. The bar ticked upward painfully slowly while Echo worked. It may have only been seconds, but every moment that passed felt like an eternity with so much riding on success. The building AI's ball-like avatar streaked to his side of the room fast enough to leave an afterimage in its wake and charged up again. Leo rolled away just in time before it unleashed a blast outward in all directions, volatile but short range, as if it had exploded. His environmental suit extended as much length on the cables as he needed to keep moving. He narrowly evaded more the computer's attacks, this time hopping over the diamond bit of a drill trying to skewer him.

It was only through sheer luck that his tail wasn't burnt to a crisp by the following volley of energy. He felt the wave of heat against his thick tail even through the sleeve covering it. His eyes flicked repeatedly to the gauge.

Almost done.

The illumination in the room wavered and flashed. Then, the bar ticked over. There was a resonant hum from all directions that rose in pitch and volume until it was unbearably loud. It died away immediately after the lights and machinery snapped off and the dragon was plunged into darkness (with the exception of the glow of Echo's HUD). The characters on his sensors vibrated with static, showing that the vast amount of electricity that Echo had endured and directed had taken its toll on it as well. Leo hoped it would be okay.

Remembering the short amount of time that he had been quoted, he swiftly checked to make sure that he still had the admin key and looked toward the door. It was now a yawning entryway, the quicksilver that had blocked his exit lay in the glossy pool on the floor. He lept over it and retraced his steps in the darkness toward where he had split up with Mikey. The dragon kept buzzing his receiver, but his boyfriend failed to respond. Nervous for the safety of his lover, the adventurer checked their relative locations via beacons on a 3D model produced by Echo. The rabbit hadn't moved in a long while. His signal did change position relative to the drake in a sense, and seemingly at random, due to the strange, endless, inner dimensions of the facility, but he had remained static compared to where he had been initially. Leo feared the worst. He sprinted through the empty corridors, still out of breath from evading the AI.

At last, he came across the threshold to where the hare had traveled when scavenging for tech. They had maybe just over two minutes left before the entire laboratory woke back up. Leo rounded the corner and steeled himself to see something terrible; to see Mikey wounded or worse. He held his breath.

What he saw made him pause for a second, utterly dumbstruck. Then, despite the tension of the moment, he burst out in laughter.

"Not funny," the lagomorph mumbled, his voice heavily garbled by the pacifier gag with the bottle stuck out the backside of it.

"What happened?" Leo asked, rushing forward to untangle Mikey from the mass of overstuffed gloves and robotic limbs. As each was uncoiled from the diapered bunny's body, it retreated mechanically into the bag and disappeared from view, somehow all fitting within it. He undid the pacifier gag and cast aside the bottle. A few seconds later and the other mercenary was free and gathering his gear while explaining the gist of what had occurred. The rabbit's favorite environmental suit was thankfully not ripped when it was taken from him, but when his partner informed him of the urgency with which they needed to escape, he didn't bother to take the time to put it back on. They made sure they gathered all of the confiscated equipment, and, not wanting to leave with nothing, Mikey snagged the backpack as well.

Leo looked at his friend and partner quizzically, but Mikey merely said that it was at least as advanced as Echo, and would be spectacular once he had the kinks worked out of it. He promised not to tinker with it when Echo and Leo weren't immediately around to assist him just in case things took a turn for the worse again.

After a brief embrace, they rushed out of the lab. The bunny bounded along in his oversized diaper, clutching his suit, gadgets, and strange, new knapsack, while the dragon puffed along beside him in the inflated, rubber suit. Just as they were exiting, the lights popped back to life with a mechanical clunk. The strange liquid metal started to flow closed in a spiral pattern on the main entrance. They lept and made it through just in time and scurried back to their ship. The pair wasted no time in strapping in to blast off and evacuate the deadly sphere. Mikey would jerry-rig any repairs they required while in flight. As the artificial horizon gave way to the vast and beautiful expanse of space, they each breathed a heavy sigh of relief. They knew they weren't completely out of danger- drones could be scrambled and take off after them at any point. They turned their thrusters to full power and rocketed away from the synthetic planet, going as hastily as they could without entering hazardous interstellar speeds.

The mercenaries set their course for the warp gate and let their guard down the slightest bit, happy to no longer be so on edge that they were perpetually gripping the armrests of their seats. Mikey decided to keep wearing the admittedly comfortable diaper as he lounged around their craft, like he normally did when first waking, having moved well beyond self-consciousness about his bedwetting at this point. Leo was eager to pop in the chip and update Echo to set himself as the new administrator of its systems. He wondered, almost mournfully, how strange it would be to remove the plush, intelligent suit for the first time after so long trapped within its soft interior. On some level he enjoyed not having complete control over it but couldn't quite place why. It felt oddly like he was imposing his will on another being by programming himself to have total authority over it.

The drake found the port to insert the chip beneath a small panel near the industrial, crank valve at his waist. It wasn't a spot he thought to look at first, and he and Mikey spent several minutes examining Echo thoroughly until they gave up and just outright asked the suit where to put it. The modulated voice warned them that updates to its programing and data might cause changes in behavior and loss of stored short term files, but the pair couldn't wrestle with the idea of altering its mind too much any longer. They were committed. As long as Echo couldn't be removed from the dragon's body, they would all be in danger, the suit included.

They carefully put the chip in, and the hare soldered it into place. Echo began updating itself, deflating partially and taking its HUD features offline.

"I guess we wait," Leo said after a few seconds of nothing happening.

A short time later the Echo hissed as it took on air and inflated back to its naturally puffy state.

"Systems have been updated and enhanced. Current user, Subject 'Leo,' has been designated program administrator. Full manual control is authorized," the suit stated.

The pair of mercenaries tentatively smiled at one another.

"Test it out," Mikey urged.

The dragon moved his arms in a way to extend the various tubes and hoses Echo used for milking, probing, or fondling Mikey from his wrists. The AI's sensors read his intentions and followed through with the task. He was able to effortlessly control their movements by subtly repositioning his glove-encased claws. Next, he flexed his talons within his boots and made a small bouncing motion. Echo propelled him upward easily outpacing the pull of the small craft's artificial gravity. He hovered for a few seconds before landing gracefully. So precise were the sensors that it was only the slightest step away from controlling Echo with his mind.

"Echo, please come off," the drake instructed aloud. He realized after he had spoken that 'please' was an unneeded politeness to offer a computer that, as real as it seemed, likely didn't have true emotions (although with the magnificent tech he had seen recently, he wasn't sure what was possible anymore). Still, the consideration for the sentience came naturally after going through so much with it in his life.

The suit deflated and its neck stretched open wide on its own. The rubber seal that normally clung fast around the dragon's throat and collar relaxed and he was able to clamber out of the Echo for the first time in ages. Leo's verdant scales glittered in the ambient glow of the cockpit. The bunny's heart thundered as he watched his boyfriend strip. He couldn't draw his eyes away from seeing his partner truly naked for the first time and knew that it was an image that would stay with him forever.

The rabbit's maleness started to stiffen in his padding.

Leo laughed joyously to himself. They had succeeded. He still imagined he would spend most of his time inside of Echo, since it had the pleasant effect of making his incontinence more than manageable, and that wasn't even taking into account his peculiar fetish for advanced technology. Regardless of that, it was wonderful for him to be able to step in and out of the AI on a whim and not have to worry about being caught with contraband gear. He moved to embrace the diaper-clad hare, wanting to feel his fur against his scaled skin.

Their muzzles connected. Lips parted and tongues danced while passion burned between them like a wildfire. Mikey exhaled a ragged breath into the kiss and melted against the press of his mate. Leo slipped a hand down the front of his lover's diaper, smirking at the rustling noise it made as he did, and found the lapine's thrumming shaft. He wrapped his fist around it, feeling the heat of it against his palm for the first time. His boyfriend shuddered and writhed with pleasure at the touch. He stroked once. Twice. Pre leaked freely over the reptile's knuckles. The heady scent of their pheromones each told the other that they wanted nothing more than to make love right then and there, standing in the walkway. Mikey turned and pushed his body against the wall to present his upturned tail to his partner, poking out from the groove in the back of his padding.

The suit started to issue an irregular pattern of electronic beeps from where it lay in a heap on the floor.

"Booting up nearby devices and syncing data with other programming," Echo announced. The backpack Mikey had salvaged started to make similar sounds. A couple of nondescript, emerald lights on its otherwise drab green exterior flashed.

The adventurers looked at one another anxiously, thinking back to the predicament that Mikey had found himself in earlier.

"Echo, stop!" Leo commanded, his voice wavering.

"Subjects 'Leo' and Subject 'Mikey' identified as not yet mature. Administration privileges temporarily suspended until user is of age. No caregivers present. Commencing custodial protocols."

The suit's opening expanded again and an array of robotic tentacles slithered forth and wrapped around the drake's arms and legs, pulling him off balance. They retracted. Echo had somehow adjusted its mass and anchored itself, so even though the inflatable layers of synthetic material were lighter than Leo, it still dragged him toward itself. He tried to direct it to stop over and over again as he was pulled across the walkway, but it wouldn't heed his orders. Mikey tried yanking him back by the arms, but even their joint strength was no match for the alien machine's might. It enveloped him again, not unlike the first time he had encountered the suit. He was encased; trapped inside once more. Its rubber grasp pressed down around him on all sides, sealing against his scales. The inflated AI suit covered his claws and talons in the dense glove and boot material once more, dampening his sense of touch. It was different this time. He struggled to even shift his position. Echo had taken full guardianship of him, including how he moved.

"Analyzing recent activities. Tampering with administrator privileges by unattended youths detected. Punishment is required," Echo continued speaking, immune to Leo's pleas. Its computerized tone softened then, mimicking a parent talking to a cub. "You have put yourself and your friend in serious danger and you both must be taught a lesson not to do so again in the future."

The dragon gulped. Mikey looked at him, unsure of what he could do to help. They had already tried everything they could think of to shut down and remove the suit before, and had failed miserably with each attempt. He kept glancing over his shoulder suspiciously at the bag he had brought back, scared it was going to come to life and treat him like a little cub all over again.

The suited anthro tried to say something more, but Echo cut him off in the usual way by making him shove his squishy glove into his own maw. He lurched forward unexpectedly. The suit forced him to bend over one of the seats in the cockpit with his rump hoisted prominently. His heavy tail curved up toward the back of his head. He felt a sudden force against his ass. It was a sharp, lingering pain, as though he were smacked with a bare palm or paddle. The sting blossomed across his backside and made him suck in air through his teeth. He winced as he felt another strike, and soon realized that somehow Echo was simulating a spanking. It could register each time he tensed and relaxed, knowing just when to add another blow for maximum effectiveness after the tingling numbness of the last slap faded.

Mikey wasn't quite sure what was happening. He heard the clapping noise and saw tears well in the corners of his boyfriend's eyes. He turned to get his tools. Not sure of how he intended to help, but wanting to try something- anything- that he could. He hopped over the backpack that had been haphazardly discarded on the walkway in their mad rush to flee the sphere.

"This will be easier if you cooperate, Subject 'Mikey,'" the artificial intelligence admonished.

The bunny had barely landed on the other side when one of the gloved hands shot out of the backpack, controlled remotely by, or at least in agreement with, Echo. It grabbed his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. He tried to extract himself from its grip, but it was too powerful for him to escape.

More hands sprung forth, with one holding a pacifier similar to the gag from before. It was once again roughly stuffed into his muzzle and strapped behind his head. He mumbled against it, helplessly. The padded mittens soon followed. All the while, Leo was sniffling from the repeated blows to his backside. Tears streaked down the dragon's cheeks as he gasped with each new spank. His ass felt like it was glowing hot from the simulated punishment. Finally, long after he had lost count of the smacks, it ended with his rump throbbing and sore. Echo puppeteered him back to standing upright, then immediately had him turn around and plop into the chair he had just bent over. The sensation of putting his weight on his hindquarters shot a new wave of sensitivity through him.

The robotic arms holding the bunny ratcheted inward and dragged Mikey back closer to his boyfriend, eventually lifting him up to lay him over his partner's lap. It held him firmly in place while the AI still controlled the drake's every moment.

"I'm sorry, Mikey, I can't stop it," Leo despaired, biting his bottom lip as Echo used his claws to yank down the back of the rabbit's crinkling attire. He tugged it down several inches, until the full shape of the other's mercenary's butt was exposed. He rubbed his palm across his cleft briefly to sensitize the fur-covered flesh beneath his hand.

Leo raised his arm high and brought his open palm down harshly beneath his lover's spade-shaped tail. The tuft of fur twitched as it collided with an audible slap! The material of the glove, so soft and yielding on the inside, was smooth and rubbery on the exterior, making the sting of the impact that much more searing. Mikey whimpered into the bulb of his pacifier gag as the dragon repeated the motion, spanking him over and over again in rapid succession until he was left sniffling and sobbing like a cub.

While this happened, the scaled anthro felt his bladder release on its own (likey it usually did) only to be siphoned away by the tubes within his AI-controlled environmental suit. He expected it to be pumped directly into his mouth, since his claws not used for punishing the rabbit were already jammed in his muzzle, but instead Echo extended a hose from one of its many hidden ports, which coiled through the space near Mikey's head before connecting with the valve on the pacifier gag. The pair watched, eyes wide, as the pale yellow liquid snaked through the clear tube and eventually emptied into the lagomorph's maw. With the gag preventing him from spitting it out, he had no choice but to either hold the full amount of his lover's potent urine in his mouth, or swallow it. It took several gulps to down it all, and the acrid taste stayed with him until long after he had finished the last drop.

Despite the pain and indignation, Mikey found himself inexplicably turned on. His shaft plumped, pressing against the padded bulk of his diaper and grinding into his mate's lap. A fist sproinged out of the bag and rocketed toward the pair. It opened upon drawing close, to reveal a large, glossy pill tablet in its palm. It looked slick, like it was coated in some sort of oil or lubricant and glistened in the light. Marionetting Leo's body, the Echo picked up the smooth lozenge with the dragon's claws. Confused, he watched as AI forced him to place it at the puckered ring of flesh beneath Mikey's tail.

Their eyes widened in tandem as they realized what it was. The dragon was no stranger to messing himself due to his incontinence, but Mikey had only ever dealt with wetting, and primarily nocturnally at that. Dumping a load into his diaper was not something he had ever experienced as an adult and he didn't particularly relish the idea of being forced into doing so now. He kicked and wiggled, but was no match for the power of the machines. The dragon started to insert it, twisting it this way and that with the tip of his finger. The wet suppository slipped in with surprising ease, despite its alarming size.

The bunny eyes almost popped out of his head when the drake's thickly gloved talon pushed it in deep, rotating his wrist and burying his finger all of the way into the knuckle. He moved the invading digit around inside the hare for a short while, beckoning against his sweet spot, before Echo had him withdraw his hand and pull the diaper back up properly. Several more hands joined in to help hold Mikey in place, ensuring that he had no hope of escaping to the toilet. One grabbed each of his wrists and brought his arms above his head high enough that it lifted him until he stood only on the wide, splayed toes on the tips of his paws. More grabbed his ankles, legs, arms, and sides, unintentionally tickling him and making him giggle.

He felt the laxative melt within him and absorb into his intestines. The first uncomfortable gurgles started immediately, but they would take several minutes to fully kick in. The humiliated rabbit pressed his knees together as well as he could with the bulk of the padding between his thighs and skewed his face while the first rumblings in his gut began.

Meanwhile, Echo kept Leo seated. He felt the familiar thrill of a ribbed tube sliding down over his cock, its insides wet and textured. The suction began, softly at first, followed by the slightest of vibrations at certain points along the sleeve. In particular it teased him just beneath his sensitive crown. The sentience knew just where to squeeze and stroke him to make him tingle and grow erect. The dragon was rigid in seconds. He gasped, wondering why the suit would go from punishing him to providing him such tantalizing bliss only moments apart. Its skills brought him swiftly to the verge of climax despite his own lingering soreness from the spanking and Mikey's clear discomfort. Just as he was about to cross the threshold to orgasm, the sensations ceased entirely as if the invisible hand masturbating him had simply let go. He whined and bucked his hips pointlessly, puffing for breath. His muscles trembled, ready and quivering for a release, but Echo left him to hover on the brink.

After a short while of nothing, his urgency to cum lessened into a dull, throbbing ache in his sac. He whimpered, but it wasn't until his cock stopped pulsing and began to soften that the ministrations began anew. They massaged him to full hardness and brought him to the precipice once more, before dying away entirely again. The second time he was denied left him with an even greater need. At the same time, he started to hear the rumbling coming from his lover's stomach, each louder and more persistent than the last.

Sweat beaded on the bunny's brow as he was clearly concentrating quite hard on keeping from messing himself. His knees buckled, and his whole body twitched from the effort.

Leo's masturbation by Echo rose and fell several more times, everytime growing more difficult to suffer through. He had never been edged so thoroughly and mercilessly as by the AI and was steadily becoming a mewling hatchling. Whenever he thrust his hips forward or flexed his maleness, the suit paused, never giving him a chance to reach completion.

Mikey's entire body quaked. His breath hitched and he suddenly froze. All at once, he emptied himself into his diaper. The loss of control was far different than his bedwetting. He felt the exact second he could no longer control his bowels and it was advertised loudly. His mess came out fast, bulging against the diaper and making it sag from the weight. He trembled again and groaned as relief washed over him, but his ears drooped horribly from embarrassment at doing such a disgraceful thing in front of an audience, let alone his lover. The release of pressure also made him piss himself. Further swelling and discoloration his padding with his urine. His face was bright hot from humiliation and he wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees and sob from the punishment. He probably would have if not for the mechanical arms and plush gloves holding him aloft.

While still being intermittently pleasured and denied by Echo, the artificial intelligence made Leo lean forward and massage the front of the rabbit's well-used diaper. It squished around Mikey's shaft and despite the shame and disgust, made him hard. The drake continued, unable to stop. He found the outline of the other adventurer's penis through the bulging plastic exterior and rubbing it with apparent enthusiasm.

The gray furred anthro whined something incomprehensible through his pacifier, but was soon brought to the threshold of pleasure. Unlike the dragon, however, the alien intelligence decided to let Mikey achieve climax. He came in powerful waves, adding several spurts of his spunk to the piss and muck already filling his diaper. The post-orgasmic disinterest in sex set in as the mess he was stuck in started to settle and cool around his nether regions, making him feel even more embarrassed than before.

Seeing his lover get to enjoy an orgasm made the lack of one that much more frustrating for the dragon, who was leaking pre freely into the suit. He was so horny that he could hardly see straight. He had lost track of how long Echo had been edging him, but it seemed the suit and backpack were bringing their punishment to a close. The cycle of stroking and pausing stopped. The AI modulated the temperature near Leo's penis and testicles to be icy cold for a couple of seconds, stifling his hardness and letting him sit with the unfulfilled ache to cum. Most of the hands released the hare, who slumped to his knees on the floor. The giant gloves guided him to lay on his back, and the ones which held his ankles lifted his foot-paws up and apart. More came in with a fresh diaper, wipes, and powder. They changed his boyfriend into a clean diaper with swift efficiency, then left him lying exhausted and exasperated, in the walkway of the starship. The used padding was rolled into a ball and whisked away into the endless interior of the bag.

"To finish out your punishments, Subject 'Mikey' will be kept in diapers for the foreseeable future and Subject Leo shall not experience orgasm until one week of good behavior has passed," Echo informed them.

The pair looked at each other, blushing.

It was a few hours later that they were in their bunks discussing the day with appropriate chagrin. They had set their course to drift toward the jump point so that they could transition back to known space shortly after waking. Both were thoroughly embarrassed, and more than a little scared that their plan had ultimately failed. They had managed to increase Echo's power and knowledge, and salvaged a new bit of alien tech, but without matching the minds that had originally coded Echo, it seemed that there was going to be no overriding the idea that the anthros were cubs rather than fully grown. They had options, they figured; they just had to find the way to get the AI to internalize the lifespan and independence of their species.

"Even if we never get you free and have to deal with the danger involved in harboring illegal AI," Mikey uttered tiredly, as he was nodding off to sleep. "There are worse things in the universe."

"What do you mean?" Leo inquired.

"Echo thinks you- err, we- are cubs. If the outcome is that we always have someone as strong and smart as it on our side, caring for us...is that so bad? Other than being terribly embarrassing, it was kind of nice to be looked after again."

The dragon thought quietly for a moment, caught deep in reflection.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. We'll just have to be on our best behavior to not get punished," he finished with a chuckle.

"Easy for you to say. You were used to wearing diapers nonstop until this whole ordeal happened," the bunny chided, looking down at his padding. It was wet from peeing himself throughout the intervening hours since his last change. He didn't dare adjust it for fear that Echo might assume he was misbehaving.

"At least you get to cum," the other mercenary responded, rolling his eyes. He wasn't looking forward to potential weeks of blue balls.

"And I plan to lord it over you all day tomorrow when I start tinkering with that backpack Echo commandeered."

They leaned in for a kiss, then fell off to sleep as silently as their ship sailed through space.