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**Kitty Litter

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

The pair of sphynx cats exited the vehicle in perfect synchronicity after it parked itself in at the far end of the parking lot of the strip mall where they lived and worked. Their place of business took up two of the three storefront spaces that they rented, with the third converted into an apartment that doubled as a pornographic studio for the purposes of calling it a business. They did actually have to produce films and photos every so often, but that was a small enough price to pay for a living space that was actually much less costly than a similarly sized apartment or house. Besides, their clientele were willing to pay enough for their videos to make it worthwhile, and especially those who wanted to participate. The blacked-out window frontage was covered in stylized depictions of themself with a single artistic brand on each to show off a few of their favorites, and the name of the business: Part and Parcel Body Modification Studio. If their work was ever more than a niche aspect of society, they could have opened a clinic, but the number of people who wanted their services was low enough to stick with what they had. There were plenty of branding/piercing studios who did the least part of their business, but what brought in the real money was bodily alterations done without medical necessity. For that kind of thing, they were the only shop in the entire state.

April and Shodan had been exceptions to the norm for their client list, and they'd been rather taken with the adorable couple. What those two had been after would have cost a drop in the bucket so far as operating costs were concerned, and their payment would have been less than a single percentage of the shop's normal per-customer take, but it had been fun. It wouldn't be that much longer until the pair had to return to "pay" for the work done, and the felines looked forward to it. Their usual client was one after their primary services, most often former members of the military or victims of accidents who had already had at least one thing replaced and wanted either an upgrade or something else. There were others who had become slightly addicted to the process and were slowly becoming more cybernetic and bionic than living flesh. And some just wanted to make changes to themself in ways that most doctors either couldn't or wouldn't provide for one reason or another. Very infrequently, they would get someone who wanted a replacement or improvement for legitimately medical reasons but couldn't get it done through normal channels. Those usually lacked funds for what they wanted, and the Paulies were quite happy to provide their services at either a vast discount or on a payment plan.

They weren't in it for the money, though they did earn themself plenty enough. They were in it for the love of it and for each other, and the newest thing that they were doing for themself was in the trunk of their vehicle.

They stood to either side of the car and arched upwards in an identical stretch, feeling muscles both natural and artificial pull and flex, reveling in the slight chill of the morning air against their furless skin, then made their way around to the storage space at the rear to extract their packages, but they were interrupted as they made their way towards their shop to open for the day.

"Hey! Stop! Halt! What the hell do you think you're doin' goin' around like that?"

The commands and demanding inquiry were accompanied by the slap of shoes against the asphalt, and the felines rolled their eyes with a weary sigh. While they understood that the police who frequented the coffee shop at the far end of the strip mall found it amusing to haze their new recruits in such a manner, it had become a rather old joke and very tiring. It wasn't worth making a big deal of, since it only happened a few times a year and never came to anything, but it could be slightly annoying some days. They turned to face the approaching rookie, a wolf who was bright-eyed and literally bushy-tailed, while preparing a data package that would derail the officer's attempted arrest before things went too far.

"Good morning, officer," they greeted him, speaking simultaneously. "How can we assist you today?"

Their dual-tone voice put the wolf off slightly, and his pace slowed as he came to a stop a few feet from them, one hand hovering near his stun gun as the other fished out his datapad. "You can help me by telling me why you think it's okay to go around naked. This isn't even the bottomless district, and you still have to wear something on top in public over there! I'm gonna cite you for public indecency and take you downtown unless you can give me a damn good reason for this right this second."

They blinked at him, and Pauline deferred to Paul for the speaking part. Male officers tended to respond better to another male in this kind of confrontation. The female half began recording and composing a message to their lawyer just in case, while the male half proceeded with the standard response.

"Officer, may I ask you something?" Paul began, forging ahead before getting permission. "Can you explain precisely what you find offensive or inappropriate about our current appearance?"

The wolf blinked, obviously confused by the question. "You're... you're naked!"

"Yes, we are naked sphynx cats. That is our breed. Are you specist?"

"What? No! You're not wearing any clothes, guy!"

"No, we are not. The weather today is not inclement, so they are not required."

"Oh yes they are required if you don't wanna get arrested!"

"If you'll indulge me for a moment longer... What, exactly, are decency laws designed to prevent or dissuade people from doing? Decency laws, in this case, referring to nudity."

He stuttered and stumbled for a moment, obviously not having prepared himself to be interrogated by someone he was trying to arrest, and he glanced back towards the more experienced partner who was very casually strolling towards the tableau. With help still at least a minute or two away at such a leisurely pace, he had little choice but to either force them into submission and cuff them, or answer the question. They could see the choices working their way through his elimination process as he turned back to face them, and knew that he would decide to go with the latter. It was the least use of force, as dictated by law, and therefore the most reasonable decision.

"They're to keep children from seeing things in public that they shouldn't and to keep things decent. We're not animals, so you have to wear clothes in public."

"The things that children should not see, I would suspect, are genitals, yes? Sexual organs? Very natural body parts that they will most likely become acquainted with eventually with or without parental supervision, yes? However, you will notice that neither of our genitals are visible, nor are any sexual characteristics that are considered objectionable."

And they weren't. The officer took a moment to look them over carefully, noting the chastity cage that hid the male's balls and the plates that covered the female's slit along with the metal caps that had replaced her nipples.

"I... uh..."

"And, if you will check your datapad, you will see a court decision from nine years ago by Judge Listrom. In it, she observed that one cannot be prosecuted for indecency when nothing that is considered legally indecent is visible at any time. You will also note that we appeared in court exactly as we are now to provide ample evidence for her decision. I am certain that Officer Hallister will provide further illumination should you continue to find yourself lost regarding the legal status of our current state of dress."

The shorter fox came up behind the freshly-graduated officer with a chuckle and gave the wolf a pat on the shoulder. "Don't bother with it, rook, they're in the clear. They are legally decent, even if it doesn't seem like it. You two are free to go."

The Paulies gave no reply to that and turned down their auditory implants so as not to hear yet another rendition of their initial arrest for indecent exposure. They would admit that they had courted the arrest intentionally, but it was more to ensure that they could be allowed the comfort of their preferred appearance rather than be forced to constrain themself by clothing. If not for the fact that they intended to have offspring, the male half's nipples would have been capped as well, but they had decided on natural breastfeeding, so those particular bits of anatomy were necessary. Paul's body would be hormonally augmented to assist in the development of breast tissue and milk production, during which time they would be forced to hide those swollen teats behind cloth, and after which the nipples would be capped so as to continue to remain legally decent in public. His genitals and chastity cage would also be altered to match Pauline's, making them virtually indistinguishable from one another save for the differences in their brands. It was something that they looked forward to.

With that possible crisis averted, they continued to their shop and went inside, heading for the surgical theater while musing on their need for symmetry. And it was a need, inherent in them since birth, though they were mirrors of one another. They had been born with their skulls fused, the right side of the male's head melded with the left side of the female's. Their brains had grown together so that they were entangled and shared, more a single mind with three lobes rather than two separate organs. Their parents had allowed them to live with the "deformity" rather than risk losing both of them through separation surgery at such a young age, and they were eternally grateful for such magnanimity. They would never have wished to be anything other than what they were.

They had grown together for sixteen years with the supreme intimacy of sharing their thoughts and feelings, more of a single entity with two bodies than two distinct individuals, and it had been miserable fate that had pulled them apart. It had been debated since they were born whether or not to get them separated once they were considered medically old enough to do so, despite the risks. They had opposed the idea until it became a medical necessity. The first of many tumors had begun to grow in their conjoined lobe, and their doctor thought that it would be possible to separate them without killing them both, though they would both receive a partial lobotomy in the process. The surgery had technically been successful, giving them individual bodies with a functional brain, but they had not recovered as expected. They had been in and out of coma for months and barely functional when conscious until a cyberneticist had approached their parents with a novel idea.

Cranial implants to increase memory, intelligence, and speed of thought were nothing new, though they were usually only given to those who were deficient in those areas. They could, in theory, be used to entirely take over the functions of a brain whose natural cells had ceased to be capable of maintaining them. As it was the only potentially viable solution offered, it had been done. Paul and Pauline had begun to recover but not to the extent hoped. Consciousness became the norm rather than a fleeting dalliance, and they began to communicate in a coherent form, though they lacked the responsiveness and intelligence that they had possessed before the surgery. Over the course of a year, adjustments and attempts to rectify their deficits had taken place but to little avail. It was nearly their eighteenth birthday before the cyberneticist was struck by inspiration. Since they had spent so long functioning as one mind, it was little surprise that their systems were unable to function separately. Transceivers were added to their implants, sharing their thoughts in very nearly real-time, and they were made whole again. The doctors intended to slowly reduce and delay the data that was transferred until they were able to function individually, but they became legally adults shortly thereafter, and their health became wholly their own concern. They declined.

In the years following, as they made their way through medical school and became certified both as medical doctors and prosthetic specialists, there were many further surgeries. Their bodies had turned on them, rebelling against their very existence, but they had fought back with the marvels of modern medical science through intermediaries, and then with their own four hands after earning their doctorates. They had made a slight lie when saying that there might be a single whole and healthy body between them; there was slightly less than one if all of their purely organic parts were accounted for these days. Once graduated, they had turned aside from allowing other surgeons to dig around in their insides. They only visited regular doctors for diagnoses; the treatments, replacements, and augmentations they did on their own. And the packages that they had just received were fresh augmentations to be installed.

"I love you," the Paulies told themself as they set the boxes down and began the process of opening and verifying the integrity of the items within.

Their love was far deeper and more complex than most twins or even siblings. They were one person in two halves, despite their separation. It had taken a while after the first surgery and recovery for them to come to terms with being seen as individuals, but they had adapted to the necessity of pretending to be such for others. They loved themself, the differences and the sameness, and they cherished the moments that they could have to interact in the most intimate ways possible, something done since before they had ever known the probable outcome of such interactions. Precautions had been taken once they did know, and then the need had become moot. Uterine cancer had taken away the necessity, and the following bowel cancers had made it impossible to insert an artificial uterus into Pauline's body; the implants that made digestion of normal food possible for their female body left little room for it. They were hoping for improved bionic replacements to be developed so that they could correct that issue, but none had become available as of yet. Instead, the uterus had been inserted into the male half, since his replacement bladder and kidneys proved less problematic to doing so.

At nearly forty-five years old, it had been an admittedly long wait to start a family, though that had always been an intention ever since they'd understood that sex made babies. It was frowned upon, though the complete stigma of incest had mostly vanished with the advent of genetic modification of in utero fetuses. Defects could be cleared, so long as one was willing to pay enough, and they had gone in for germline resequencing to eliminate the recursive cancers that plagued them for any future children. They hadn't bothered to do so with themself. There was nothing more intimate to them than being so literally inside one another when replacing organs and making alterations to their bodies. It wasn't something that they would force onto their children, though.

And they had finally decided that the time had come for that. The packages contained a few new implants, mostly for their male body: a hormonal stimulator/replacer, a sustainer unit to attach to the artificial uterus, and false fallopian tubes. They all tested as perfectly responsive in their clean-packs, ready for implantation and attachment, so Pauline was first on the operating table. The sterile plastic that wrapped the padding atop it crinkled as she climbed atop it, sharing an adoring smile with her male half, and she sent a mental command to disable all motor impulses from her neck down while muting the pain receptivity to nearly nonexistent. It allowed them to feel if an accident occurred but prevented overly stressing their anatomy. Paul scrubbed and donned sterile gloves, masked up, then set up the tools that would be needed on a surgical tray which he slid up beside the bed. Alcohol swabs were applied across the female's stomach and around her groin following the lines of previous incisions. With the body essentially numbed, there was only a light sense of pressure and a minor chill as the disinfectant evaporated. Then came the scalpel, more pressure, following the dotted lines branded atop the old scars around her sex, biting down through the skin, the fatty layer, and the thin muscle beneath. The cauterizing edge of the monomolecular induction blade ensured that there was very little bleeding, and the tip slotted neatly into the slim groove between the prosthetic pelvis and the synthetic sheath containing the vaginal canal.

The skin was peeled back towards the vulva and held in place with clips to reveal the locking pins that kept the plate in place. A screwdriver slotted into them to unlock it. A slight pull to unseat the plate was followed by a twist to slot the guide pegs into the proper place, then the entire vagina and birthing canal were easily extracted. A few connections to a sustainer unit maintained the flesh until it was placed back into a living body. The cavity that remained between Pauline's legs was just large enough for Paul to slide his lower arm into it, slightly lubricated by the gunk that always accumulated; monthly cleanings were necessary for their removable parts to prevent infection. The polymer tunnel gave access to the place where her womb had been removed and let him disengage the encapsulated ovaries for placement within his own body. He followed up by a saltwater rinse to wash out the cavity, then it was his turn.

A plastic cover prevented the accidental introduction of foreign matter in the interim, and the male sphynx replaced the sterile cover on the bed before climbing onto it while the female scrubbed for her part in the transfer. This had been something that they prepared for long before the decision finally came to do it, adapting the male body to eventually receive these organs, and his sexual organs were able to be removed in the exact same manner. Luckily, only his rectum had needed replacement, and they had been able to save his prostate, which was now inside the cylinder from which the male genitalia protruded. The vaginal canal was inserted to replace it after a quick cleaning, but the new parts required a slightly more invasive process to install. The bed was tilted such that he could watch while she slit open his stomach from just below his sternum to just above his pelvis, a spreader opening the flesh wide to allow her access to the internal organs. The womb-analogue was plainly visible, and they couldn't help but grin as it was removed for a systems check before the fallopian tubes and hormonal stimulator were slotted into place along with the ovary capsules. They both gave a kiss to their hopes for the future, then cleaned it off to prevent any foreign bacteria from being introduced into the abdominal cavity, and it was locked into place at the end of the vaginal canal.

A ghostly schematic played across their shared vision as the synthetic organs ran through their boot cycle, verified integrity, and the onboard operating system began to network with the rest of his implants. He initiated the estrus cycle while he was at it since they had no intention of wasting any more time. Everything was closed back up with molecular glue, fusing the flesh back together, and Pauline returned to the table for the male genitalia to be installed. The last step was to exchange their prosthetic limbs, those on the male body made to exactly mimic flesh while those on the female were obviously artificial. Paul became Pauline and vice versa. Afterwards, they moved into their living quarters on the opposite side of the studio to take a short recovery break while their respective systems adjusted to the new hormones that began to flow into them from the gender swap that both had undergone.

They lay purring on their large, plush bed, grooming at one another in a tender manner, lightly caressing one another, enjoying the shared sensations of teasing. Normally, they would have waited for at least a day after such a swap, giving their bodies time to properly adjust, but they were impatient. Of course, before they could do much more than cuddle, they had to swap keys. They both downed a carbohydrate and nutrient shake to give themself energy, snipped the rings that held the keys onto the ends of their tongues, and exchanged them, using a droplet of molecular glue on each ring to seal them once more. By that point, more than an hour had passed and the ramping hormonal surge was causing the now feminine body to grow increasingly needful. The feelings of estrus were nothing new, something that they had both experienced from both sides, and it would take some more time before the male hormones provoked a scent-based response to the pheromones that were produced, but the rising sexual excitement was something they could share and enjoy between them. Quite frequently, they purposefully denied those feelings, frustrating themself nearly into madness but making the next time that they indulged themself all the sweeter for it.

This time was to be different, though. This time, it was not just sexual release and relief. This time they were taking the final step in the consummation of their existences. Their full being would be brought together in the creation of new life, new existences, an ultimate mixture of what made them physically themself to produce a recombinant admixture (or more than one) who would become their own person, whole and singular. Hopefully.

The monitoring program indicated that ovum were ready to be released, so they moved to the wide selection of phallic attachments that were available. They wanted to feel it, to make this one exceptionally meaningful, to make it memorable beyond anything they had done before, and there was one particularly extreme item that had yet to be used due to its intention as a torture device that would forever damage its victim. While they could replace almost any biological part aside from the full brain with a bionic or cybernetic duplicate that often functioned more efficiently, their reticence might have surprised some, but this was a rather intimate pain to an intimate part. The loss of their penis had been a blow that took nearly a decade to recover from and the development of synthflesh that could reliably replicate the sensations of living skin. In that time, they had needed to rely on the feelings coming from their female genitalia almost entirely for stimulation, and it had been a brutally ravenous several years of sexual frustration that had led to their current chastity fetish. It helped them to appreciate those times that they spent together enjoying their mutual pleasures all the more.

The dildo had been custom built and designed to their specifications, intending it as a last big blast before the biological vagina was done away with for good just in case it became cancerous. Pauline bent her head down to remove the chastity cage which held her male half's testicles and empty sheath, lovingly screwing the monstrosity into place, and giving his furless sack several loving licks while she did so. Paul stroked at her ears, a rumbling purr that matched her own rumbling in his chest, anticipating what would soon come. It was going to be a glorious desecration of their body.

They returned to the bedroom for the final act, and the female half lay atop the bed so that she could be more easily dismantled. Though the eyes of this vessel were biological, the sinus and aural cavities had required replacement. Smell, sound, and voice were deactivated, and sensation across the skin was blocked save for the vaginal area while the prosthetic limbs were removed, providing nearly complete sensory deprivation and immobility. She was left with only visual input at what taste could gather on the air. She watched in mute anticipation as her detached tail lashed to and fro of its own accord in Paul's hand as he stood over her, wriggling against the silken sheets in aching need of him. The frustration, though, was part of the joy.

Through their link, she could feel the whip-tail in her hand, hear it sing through the air as it was brought down, the sharp smack as it struck at the flesh of her chest and stomach, smell the estrus scent and the tang of blood that came with it, and it made her arch and writhe at the strike despite the lack of pain. The tail/whip fell again and again to welt her flesh, and she rolled onto her back after the first dozen hits to ensure that the coverage was adequately distributed. The ache and burn afterwards would mingle with the glow of satisfaction to sear it into both biological and electronic memory. After fifty lashes, it was time for the second stage, preparatory for the final act. It was the kind of thing that could only be done once, unless one were both fiscally capable of and willing to go through rejuvenation therapy. Pauline's stumped lower limbs were spread nearly to the horizontal and the joints were locked into place, exposing her vulva for abuse, and Paul moved to kneel between her legs. A single claw was extended to provide a cutting tool, dragged slowly along her inner petals to sever them. It stung and burned, her silent yowls sounding within their mind, such sensitive flesh providing exceptional pain with the location having become the sole source of physical sensation.

Down one side and then the other, saving the clitoral hood for last, and the then bacon-like ribbons were held up for her observation. They waited until the pain had faded enough for attention to be properly given, then Paul opened his mouth to drop the dissevered inner labia onto his tongue, thoughtfully chewing as they savored the taste of it, raw and bloody, then swallowed it down. The same claw that had performed the female castration then hooked through the exposed clitoris and tugged. She could feel the nerve roots deep within tugging back, the piercing not nearly so agonizing as that pull. The sensitive bundle was stretched and strained, rooted firmly enough that her lower body was lifted from the bed. It was not until he put his other hand against her pelvis and pushed downward while giving a sharp yank at the same time that it finally tore free. She lay writing and thrashing and wallowing in the torment for several minutes before the levels became tolerable enough for cohesive thought once more.

Paul sat straddling her, his knees pinning her arms to keep still, the monstrous faux-phallus bobbing above her chin, the extracted clitorus dangling above her nose. He tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes, then laid the worm-like organ onto her tongue. She held it there, rolling it around her mouth, the last bit of pleasure she would get from it, then swallowed it whole, and purred as it slid down her throat. The only regret was that it had no wireless connection to let them feel the sensations as it was dissolved by her stomach acid. Then he slid down to kneel between her spread legs and she killed all motor control to her body below the neck. It was quite likely that she might damage him or herself otherwise.

The fake cock was modeled off of a canine's in surface appearance: long, tapered, with a swell at the base. It's true nature was more akin to the vaginal pear of medieval torment. She shared the delicious sensation of it teasing at her entrance, the pointed tip slowly spreading her, the thickening shaft as it stretched her walls to a delightfully painful point before the center slimmed down once more, then the knot passing through to seat inside of her. Then Paul pulled back, and the real pain began. The bulge was large enough to remain seated, a retracting piston at the base attached to the male's sheath. It pulled outwards, causing rear-facing needles to extend from beneath the surface of the shaft and sink into her inner walls. They were covered in burred micro-barbs that would continually irritate the surrounding flesh with every movement, and worse was yet to come. He reached the full three-inch extension of the piston, then rammed himself home, his hips meeting hers. It made two separate things happen. Firstly, a small amount of air was pumped into the knot to inflate it slightly, spreading her even more and causing the stretched flesh to tear a little around the spikes that it extruded. Secondly, an industrial adhesive was extruded from the tips and bases of the needles, inflaming the nerves to an inferno horror as it bonded and ate at the flesh.

It was truly an ecstasy of agony, the last expression of weak biology as it was defiled. She knew that the male body pounded at her in furious drive towards orgasm, rutting with hard, brutal, mechanical thrusts that rocked her body and bounced it against the bed, and he knew the glorious maelstrom of suffering that scorched its way through her. It was only a few minutes of fucking before his fingers penetrated the holes alongside her spine, triggering orgasm and sending blasts of seed through the dilated cervix into her artificial womb, and a few more minutes resting atop her to ensure that insemination was complete. Her agony remained exquisite even as he detached himself and activated the pain impulses from her body once more, laying into her with the tail whip yet again. The entirety of their being burned with lust and love and furious agony for nearly an hour as the adhesive set, cementing the torturous device within her for eternity, or at least until the vaginal sleeve was removed for replacement with either a cloned biological sibling or a bionic upgrade. Permanent chastity that could never be removed, denying all feminine pleasure while providing male enjoyment.

Of course, they would switch again for a while once the impregnation was confirmed, and Pauline would become Paul again. The pleasure and pain would be shared, though only this feminized body would directly enjoy the sensation of carrying the new lives that they had created together within it. First, though, it would be a week of hellacious bliss as they made certain that the seeds had been sown. If not, then the estrus cycle would be triggered once more, and this extremity of commingled sensations would be revisited. She was very tempted to initiate a purge of the artificial womb just for that, but it would be dishonest and self-defeating to do so. The pain would always be there, faithfully recorded and accessible at any time it was desired, infinitely relivable. And they looked forward to reversing their genders once more so as to ensure the complete experience was equally shared.

[cener] The End [/center]