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Fibbing Coyote

By Zrathie

A soft grey-furred coyote named Terry laid in a bed with his bighorn ram friend, Qin. He was trying to get to sleep, but he was far too excited. He could tell the ram couldn't sleep either because he could feel him toss and turn next to him. Terry reached over and petted Qin. He raked his hand paws through Qin's wool in a smooth, gentle movement. The ram let out a breath as Terry continued to pet him.

Terry pulled in close, hugging Qin's back. He could feel the ram breath slowly in and out. The coyote continued petting, shifting his touch to the ram's chest. Terry continued his pets and strokes for several minutes; he could soon smell his friend's arousal. Terry was getting horny himself; his underwear encased erection pushed into Qin's back. The coyote slowly worked his stroking paw lower down over his woolly friend's belly.

With a deliberate motion, Terry reached lower still. Qin gasped as Terry groped at the ram's distended underwear. Terry clutched and pressed the ram's underwear bulge working the cock trapped behind the fabric.

"Can't sleep?" muttered Terry.

Qin gulped.

"N-no," he said.

"You need a coyote's touch tonight, don't you?" Terry asked.

Qin let out a soft whine as Terry continued to work the ram's length. It had taken Terry a while to open Qin up to the prospect hand job. While Qin claimed to be straight, the ram was open to Terry's cuddles and exploring paws. Terry had come to know just what to do to press the ram's buttons. He kissed behind Qin's ear, making it flick. His hand paw kept squeezing and rubbing the front of the ram's boxer briefs; he could feel the heat flowing from under the fabric.

Qin slid his hand paw down the front of the rams underwear. He touched Qin's cock directly. Pumping his friend's erection in a steady rhythm. He kept licking and kissing his ram as he attended to his needs. He could soon feel Qin's pre-coating his hand paw pads making them slippery. He could tell the ram wasn't as straight as he makes out just by how squirmy he was getting. This was no mechanical hand job; Qin loved it! Suddenly Qin shuddered and blew his load into Terry's cupped hand paw.

Terry knew it was too soon to push the ram into returning any sexual affection. But, it would come in time. So, the coyote rolled out of bed and headed for the guestroom's ensuite. He washed his paws and looked down at his tented underwear. Perhaps the wolves had a tube of lube in this bathroom cabinet.

He knew it was rude to spy, but his coyote instincts got the better of him. Besides, they wouldn't miss a squirt or two of lube. He was too hyped up for the trip to Tulip Gardens, and a good wank would settle him down. So he opened the cabinet. His eyes shot open when he saw what was inside.

He had found a secret stash. In the cabinet, the wolves were keeping bathroom control medications. The top self-contained the most potent laxatives and diuretics. Deer-Lax Ultra, Carnivore Helper Forte and Horse laxative. These were definitely used for punishment and left the victim with no doubt they had been drugged with something bowel eviscerating.

The next shelf down contained more moderate strength medications. Deer-Lax, Bulk Fibre agent No. 3, NuLax fruit laxative and hydration aid. The wolves knew their stuff. Terry imagined what happened when one of their guests fell prey to these medications.

The last shelf had a few prepackaged enemas and a hand paw pump bottle of water-based lube. Terry pumped two globules of lube into his hand paw. Then, he pushed the thumb of his free hand down the waistband of his undies and tugged them down. His cock was still hard from his cuddle and tug session with Qin. He smeared the lube over his erection and began pumping.

Terry tried to get himself off, but seeing all those medications and their intention worried him. He let go of his member as it sid back inside its sheath. Terry wasn't going to get off tonight. Vincent and Danny were kinky wolves, and he was sure there would be some antics involved with this drive tomorrow. Terry would have to avoid eating or drinking anything tomorrow morning if breakfast was laced with any of these meds. He looked at one of the prepackaged enemas on the shelf. A good cleanout might be the ticket if the wolves tried any bathroom control games tomorrow.

As a gay coyote, Terry was familiar with cleaning out, so it didn't phase him. He used one of the prepackaged enemas on himself before going to the toilet. While it was a bit embarrassing for him, the coyote was glad that one of the humiliations was off the table. Once he was empty, he took a hot shower. He spent some time getting clean and then enjoying the hot water. Once he was drying off under the fur blow dryer in the shower stall, he realised just how tired he was getting.

He slipped on his undies and quietly stepped into the guestroom. Qin was snoring softly, and Terry slipped into bed next to him. He fell asleep quickly once his head hit the pillow. Terry was dreaming of someone gently petting him. Only it wasn't a dream he opened his eyes. Looking down at him was a muscular tan furred wolf, Danny. His hand paws were petting his face, most likely trying to rouse him.

"What time is it?" he said.

Terry's voice sounded groggy.

"Time to wake up. I let you sleep in a bit, but there's still time for a coffee and a bite to eat if you hurry," said the wolf.

Terry rolled out of bed and walked out of the guestroom and towards the kitchen with Danny behind him. Danny's husband, Vincent, was sitting at the kitchen table. Vincent had a thick black coat and was just as ripped as Danny. Next to Vincent was Qin. The ram had an empty bowl in front of him. Upon seeing this, Terry felt his chest tighten up; he forgot to warn Qin about the stash of bladder and bowel eviscerating medications he had found. He could be dosed up on god-knows-what.

At the head of the table was the baby of the wolf's family. Well, an adult baby, at least. He was a red fox which he had met last night. Jason was sitting in an adult-sized high chair, dressed in a onesie with sun and moon prints on the fleece fabric. His hand paws were locked in padded blue mittens. His muzzle was covered in porridge, and one of his mittens clumsily clutched a green plastic spoon. No doubt there was a diaper hidden under his clothing. His ears were blushing bright red as he saw Terry enter the room.

"Would you like a coffee or some breakfast?" asked Vincent.

"No!" said Terry.

He had shouted that a bit more loudly than he had intended.

"I have kept everyone waiting, and I don't want to hold us up any longer," he said.

Thankfully, the wolves didn't press the matter.

"Good morning," said Qin.

"Morning," said Terry.

Terry felt Danny's hands on his shoulders.

"I'll get Terry ready if you can do Qin," he said.

Terry was ushered out into what must have been Jason's changing room. It was a pastel-painted room with rainbows and teddy bear stickers on the walls. Dominating the space was an adult-sized changing table. Some pastel blue shackles were attached, but what was on the table interested Terry the most. It was a thick canvas straitjacket, standing up on the table under its own weight.

Danny had taken advantage of the coyote's shock to pull down Terry's underwear. The coyote staggered forward as the wolf pulled his arms behind his back. Danny was much more dominant as he helped Terry's first arm into the straitjacket sleeve. Then there was his other arm. Terry was made to cross his arms through the front loop of the jacket. Danny began to tighten several straps running up Terry's back, pressing the advantage. Finally, with a decisive move, Danny scooped Terry up and placed him on the changing table.

Terry gulped. He looked up at Danny. The wolf now had him in a compromising position. Terry's soft coyote form was strapped firmly into the canvas straitjacket. The bondage device held his arms close to his chest. Making them wrap around his torso in a tight self hug. Terry tried to play it cool, but when the wolf retrieved an adult diaper from his cabinet, reality hit home for the 'yote. He had expected some form of bathroom control antics but seeing the folded plastic-backed medical-style diaper made him gulp.

The wolf smiled down at the coyote as he waited on an adult-sized changing table. Deep down, he knew the wolf couple would contrive a way to put him in diapers; Terry had been wise to cleanse his body last night. Nevertheless, Danny was determined to get him padded one way or another. Danny slipped the thick medical-style diaper between Terry's legs. With quick efficiency, the wolf slid the padding under Terry's rump, quickly taping the tail flap around his tail before wrapping the sides around his upper thighs. Four tapes secured the diaper to his waist before two crotch straps from the straitjacket were buckled over it. Now, there was no way to wiggle free from the jacket or the diaper.

Danny escorted the coyote out of the changing room and into his garage. Terry was slightly shocked at how fast he had lost all control of the situation, so he meekly followed the wolf. Terry soon found himself in the back of Danny's car. Danny buckled Terry into an upscaled infant car seat. The five-point harness seat belt wasn't even locked; it connected to a standard seat belt buckle. There was no need for one because the straitjacket prevented his paws from reaching, let alone pressing it.

Then Terry looked across at Qin. His ram friend was in the same situation. Straitjacketed, diapered and being bound in another car seat next to him. Vincent was doing up Qin's seatbelt. The ram was looking at Terry with big eyes. Sure they both had a safeword and could stop this situation at any point, but the feeling was lost in the moment.

Danny, who was now sitting in the driver's seat, turned his muzzle towards the back of the car. "It's kinda a long drive to Tulip Gardens. So, don't feel bad if you have an accident," he said.

Terry signed, now doubly glad he declined breakfast or coffee. Before turning to Danny, Vincent gave Qin's seatbelt a solid tug to ensure the ram was secure.

"Have a safe drive, my love. Call me as soon as you arrive," he said.

Danny blew him a kiss before Vincent closed Qin's door. The windows were blacked out in the car's rear so others couldn't see what was going on in the back. Danny started the engine and clicked a remote to open the garage roller door. They quickly peeled out into suburbia. It was surreal thinking that hardcore kink was going on in the same streets as the cubical jockeys and soccer mums lived.

Terry tested his bonds. He found that his legs were stretched wide open by both the thick diaper and the U-shaped padded thigh rests of the car seat. His tail was looped through a sizable hole that threaded through the gap between the car seat and the actual back seat of the car before it ended up between his legs. Most of his body weight was resting on his diapered rear end, which in turn was sitting in concave cushioning. The seat belt straps; the sides of the car seat hugged around his body. The rest of his body weight was resting on the padded thigh rests. His elevated position left his foot paws dangling in the air, just out of reach of the floor of the cabin.

The wolf licked his chops. "Don't worry, fellas, these diapers are just a precaution," he said.

Terry knew that was bullshit but held his tongue. But, of course, he knew, they wouldn't have gone with a setup this elaborate for "just a precaution."

It was a diabolical bathroom control setup. It was designed to torture creatures into disobeying their toilet training. Terry's legs were spread open; this positioning would keep his rapt attention on his bladder. This awareness would only rise as it filled up with 'yote piss. The tight strapping of both the straitjacket and seatbelt around Terry's abdomen would hold him in place so he couldn't squirm out any desperation waves. Eventually, his toilet training would surrender to the puffy padding of his adult diaper.

That was only the bladder distress side of the car's seat design. His tail star was spread wide open, suspended above the seat by the shape of the seat's cushion. It mimicked the position of being on the toilet. He was sure if he actually needed to take a shit, he wouldn't be able to hold back for long with all this encouragement. But, while he was sure, he would be fine in that regard. Presently, the lack of his morning piss meant his bladder was becoming a problem. It was hovering around five or six out of ten on the scale of needing the little coyote's room.

Terry looked next to him. Qin must have been feeling the pressure too. He could see sweat was beginning to bead across his brow as the ram looked back at him. Their gazes met as the reality of their inescapable situation was becoming quite apparent. It was shared suffering from both Terry and Qin; Terry didn't know if Qin had opened his bladder or moved his bowels before he had eaten. But, judging by his sweaty state, he must be desperate in one way or the other. He hoped they hadn't used Deer-Lax Ultra on the ram for Qin's sake.

The coyote gulped as he imagined what would happen if he or Qin lost control of their bladder or, much worse, their bowels. Terry remembered back to the last time he had wet his pants. Terry had been just a pup in school, and the nasty teacher wouldn't give him a hall pass because two other students were already out of class. The embarrassment from that day was profound and had followed him into adulthood, but now he had to worry about wetting a diaper. Fortunately, Terry was around kinksters who wouldn't judge him, but the prospect did give him some pause. With no rest stops forthcoming, Terry knew he would have to wet himself eventually at least once on this trip.

The car turned onto the highway. The drive was quiet as they matched the speed of the other cars and trucks. As the minutes ticked by, Terry noticed that Qin had begun to perspire more. First, a sheen of sweat appeared over the ram's exposed short fur. Next, his brow was damp, and now his legs had broken out in a slight sheen. It was getting more and more apparent the ram was under stress. Was it his bladder or bowels?

"Is everything fine back there?" asked Danny.

What wasn't fine was Terry's cock. Watching the ram, all desperate, was pushing his buttons hard. His coyote maleness had pressed out into the soft, tempting padding of his diaper. But, bound as he was, there was nothing the coyote could do about it, not that he wanted to in front of an audience.

Terry watched as Qin's arms flexed under their canvas prison. Qin tried to close his legs but could only move slightly nearer before moving them back with a soft grunt. No doubt Qin wanted to shove his hand hooves to his crotch and squeeze down. Terry wanted to do so himself, but for a different reason. He would get a chance once he was out of this thing.

After a few moments, the wolf spoke again. "We're only about a third of the way there, Qin. If you need to go, go." He said.

The ram didn't take the wolf's advice; instead, he became twitchy and restless. He tried to shift positions, but his bonds didn't yield. Terry watched as Qin's nostrils flared open and closed as he huffed out deep breaths. More sweat dripped down over his rounded muzzle. Ultimately, Terry turned to look out at the countryside to avoid looking like he was interested in Qin's fate. However, the ram had the coyote's rapt attention as they continued along. Terry had a pointed ear cast in his friend's direction, and he listened to his breathing over several minutes.

A soft sigh signalled when the ram let loose his long-held morning piss. Terry couldn't help but turn to stare at the ram's puffy diaper as a small oval-shaped stain began to grow. The wet patch bisected the parallel blue lines running vertically down the diaper's front, causing the crisp lines to blur. Judging by the hissing sound emanating from Qin's crotch, this was a full bladder's worth. The ram's shameful piss mark continued to spread, heading downwards as the ram's beleaguered bladder drained. Qin had a bush across his muzzle as he kept his gaze fixed out the window.

Terry didn't taunt or tease his friend because of how it had made him feel when his classmates had done so all those years ago. Not only that, he was getting to the point where he would be using his padding in the same manner. Slowly Terry's bladder grew worse and more urgent. He lost his erection as his bloated bladder made its presence known. The car seat keeping his legs spread didn't help matters. His bladder was now hovering around seven to eight out of ten needing the little coyote's room.

After another hour of travel, the car pulled into a service station. Terry could feel his sweaty and clammy foot paws pads. They betrayed how much he was struggling against his taut bladder.

The wolf climbed out, stopping to look back at the pair.

"Do you want anything while I'm there?" he said.

There was a no from both Qin and Terry.

So Danny closed the door and walked over to the pump before refuelling.

By now, Terry needed the little coyote's room something drastic. He wasn't about to take the bait of asking Danny for the privilege, so he held on. The bound pair in the blacked-out back seats began to whisper to each other. Terry was first.

"I've really got to piss," he said.

"I need to go again, too," said Qin.

Terry reasoned that the wolves had dosed Qin with something; he shouldn't need to pee so soon again. Qin was jerking in his seat. His thigh muscles were straining, trying to close his spread eagle legs. Then, there was a loud tinkle. It only lasted a second or two before the ram regained control of his bladder. Now it was Terry's turn to attempt to bring his legs closed. He could only cross his lower legs, but his thighs remained stubbornly spread. His sheath poked into the thirsty padding. Ultimately, The sound had been too much for Terry, and he began to wet himself. A full powerful stream left his sheath, and the coyote's pissing sound set off the ram's urge to piss, so both creatures started to soak their diapers.

Terry could feel the thick padding expand and press into his crotch as the stream flowed out. He pissed himself feeling the relief of his full bladder subside. The ram was still going as Terry's pee tapered off. The wolf outside replaced the fuel hose on the petrol bowser and walked inside the office. The two wet creatures were left to look at each other and their yellow-stained diapers. The crisp blue wetness indicator lines were now smudged around their crotches, but their diapers held up to the deluge.

"Qin, I found the wolf's stash of medication last night," said Terry.

"What kind of medications?" Asked Qin.

"Enough laxatives and diuretics to supply an army," said Terry.

"Oh, fuck," Qin said.

The ram's insides gurgled loud enough for Terry to hear inside the cabin. Qin turned to look out the window. Terry didn't need to ask the ram to know they must have slipped Qin something to irritate his insides.

They turned off the highway some more time later, so they must be getting close. Next to Terry, the ram was gritting his teeth and gasping. Again, sweat dripped down Qin's brow as he battled his own body. Terry couldn't help but stare as another wave of abdominal cramps rolled over Qin. For the coyote, he was fine. But, looking at Qin, the ram looked uncomfortable.

Viewing Qin's discomfort was making Terry hard again. He had only fantasised about playing bathroom control games with his friend. Terry had never plucked up the courage to ask. He didn't want to be rejected for his strange fantasies. Qin was bound in an adult diaper next to him and desperate for the bathroom, much to the coyote's secret delight. He had to pretend he wasn't getting off on seeing the ram's struggle.

A few more minutes passed as the ram became as sweaty as he had been when he held his first piss. The front of Qin's diaper crinkled as he struggled to close his legs. He had more luck, this time closing his legs an inch or so. Qin's knees wobbled as he struggled to maintain a bowel control conducive posture. Huffing and panting, the ram gulped as he kept fighting his body.

"Terry," whispered Qin.

"Yeah," whispered back Terry.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can hold it much longer," whispered Qin.

The coyote didn't reply. Terry only gulped as he watched his desperate friend struggle against his own body. Then, suddenly, an unmistakable noise came from Qin's diaper seat as the ram began soiling his diaper. The ram unleashed a seemingly monster load in filth inside his padded underwear with grunts and puffs. The ram's expression was more of relief than shame as he continued to void his bowels.

"We're almost there, guys. We'll get you cleaned up Qin, I know it's not fun when you're new to diaper play," said the wolf.

Qin breathed in and out of his nose as he caught his breath. "Oh, fuck," he said.

Terry's knot had squeezed out into the bloated padding of his diaper. He tried to get a hold of himself, but the piss swollen diaper front pressed into his crotch. Every movement seemed to gently stimulate his erection.

The car pulled into the driveway and up to the kinky wing of Tulip Gardens. Terry had made it, sure he had wet his diaper, but he had avoided Qin's fate. The car stopped at the patient drop off point. With a click, Danny undid his seatbelt and opened the door.

To Terry's slight dismay, Danny walked over to Qin's side of the vehicle and opened the door. Then, as the wolf began unbuckling the ram from the car seat, He watched as Qin got out and was transferred to a wheelchair.

Danny looked across at Terry, "Before I take Qin inside, do you need to go number two?" Danny asked.

"I'm fine," said Terry.

The wolf sighed, "I suppose a smart coyote, like you, didn't fall for any of my tricks," said Danny.

Danny leaned in and stroked Terry's head fur.

"Are you sure? I can get you inside first if you're desperate," he said.

Terry thought about it. He would be a selfish coyote diva if he went in first, especially with just a wet diaper.

"No, let Qin go first," said Terry.

Danny closed the door, leaving Terry alone. Terry watched as Qin was wheeled inside by a hulking bear orderly with Danny by their side. Terry groaned once he was sure Danny and Qin were out of earshot.

Terry was still hard in his wet padding. Despite the circumstances, the coyote's mind turned to masturbation. He tried to hump the crotch strap of his seatbelt, but with his legs dangling above the floor, he had no leverage.

Suddenly there was a beep and a hissing sound. The sudden noise made the coyote jump. Terry's ears locked onto the sound, and the coyote looked up at the car's dashboard. There was a round canister clipped to the centre console air vents. Its red LED flashed, and an invisible stream of perfume flowed out. The hissing sound stopped, and the strange air freshener went silent again. It was a pleasant scent and Terry enjoy it, huffing the air with deep puffs.

The wonderful scent of the perfume calmed Terry down. The wolf's strangely ominous statement about him being an intelligent coyote and avoiding Danny's tricks hung in his thoughts. It was too late for the wolf to do anything to him. He had avoided the breakfast meal Qin had ingested. The one most likely behind his diaper defilement. If the wolf had let him go to the bathroom before they left, he would most likely be dry as well as clean. The wolf was most likely annoyed that he was more genre-savvy to this BDSM diaper play stuff than most submissives he played with.

It only took a few minutes before Terry began to feel strange. His lower colon gurgled and rumbled. He could soon start feeling like he needed the restroom. Although it was a peculiar sensation, he didn't feel ill or like he had food poisoning. Instead, it was the familiar sensation of bloating and needing the toilet. He looked out the windows to the main entrance hoping to see the wolf Danny returning. It wasn't urgent, but he hoped the wolf would return before it got any worse. His arousal finally began to fade as his cock slipped back inside its sheath over the next few minutes.

This was wrong. Terry had totally cleaned himself out, plus fasting all day should mean he would be in the clear until the next time he ate something. But, instead, the coyote couldn't help but feel that his body was filling up. It was as if he had held onto his waste from last night instead of taking all the measures to avoid this very situation. His insides began to cramp as he kept his tail held tightly closed, or as tightly as he could, spread eagle in the car seat. It was like his bowels were a sausage stuffed with soft, healthy stool just begging to be let out.

With a huff, Danny tried his bonds. He tried twisting and thrashing, only moving the tiniest of amounts. Danny stopped himself from panicking, but the coyote was growing anxious about the sheer speed his urge to defecate was coming on. He tried to slow his panting breathing and get a hold of himself. This wasn't right. He had taken all the measures he could think of to avoid this happening. Yet, here he was, feeling like a push toy being stuffed.

Minute after minute, Terry could feel his bowels fill up with growing urgency. The more he held on, the worse he was getting. It soon felt like Terry had been holding his bowels for two straight days. He was huffing and puffing as he clenched down on his quivering tail hole. The anti-continence measures were operating against him; the stretched open posture, the elevated sitting position and the tight strapping made it hard to stay clean. All he could think about was his distended lower intestines and the urge to relax and let go.

It wouldn't be long before he would be forced to go by whatever Danny had done to him. Yet, perversely, his pride kept him holding much longer than he would have done otherwise. It was getting painful, resisting his natural urge to pass stool. It was taking all his focus to keep the tight ring of muscles of his anal sphincter from going slack. With each wave of cramping, he balled his trapped hand paws into tight fists as he rode out the cramping.

Not much time later, his bowels were at max capacity. He couldn't stop a massive length of stool from breaching his defences. Once he had started, he couldn't stop shitting himself. It was surprising he was passing solid waste, given the urgency he had felt. Terry suspected if he had been given a laxative, he would be making a much more liquid mess than he was now. The wolf had done something "extra" to his body to cause this, that was for sure.

It wasn't until Terry had deposited a hefty load in the seat of his diaper that Danny returned. The wolf soon began to unbuckle the coyote from his car seat. Terry avoided eye contact with the wolf as he was unbuckled and ushered into a wheelchair. As he sat down, the mess filling the seat of his diaper shifted as he sat down into the wheelchair. Somehow the wolf had made him lose all dignity even with his coyote tricks.

Danny wheeled Terry inside Tulip Gardens. The coyote was met with an otter wearing a nurse's uniform; the nurse exchanged paperwork with the wolf. The otter was sleek with brown fur and a black nose. He had webbed hand/foot paws, typical for his species. Within minutes Danny was left under the care of the otter, and Danny waved goodbye to him. This new tormenter wheeled him out of the reception area and into the building.

"Hello Terry, I'm Dilan. I'll be looking after you during your stay here," he said.

Dilan wheeled Terry to a different part of the building.

Thankfully for Terry, they ended up in a small shower room. The room had a bench, shower with a portable shower head and a fixed one, four neoprene shackles, a few shelves and cabinets, and a large bin. The otter guided the soiled coyote to his foot paws. The filth shifted in the seat of his diaper as Terry stood up. He hoped Dilan would strip him out of this thing soon. Thankfully, the otter began unbuckling the coyote's straitjacket, slowly freeing Terry from his bondage.

Dilan took the straitjacket and placed it on a shelf above some cabinets. The otter gently pressed Terry back towards the shackles. The otter strapped Terry's wrists above his head and ankles wide apart on the tiled floor. Terry was spread eagle in an x-pose standing under a large shower head and above a drain.

Dilan took a plastic gown from a cabinet and a pair of latex medical gloves. He donned the gown, first covering his uniform and then placing the gloves over his hand paws. The loud snap signalled the otter was ready. He approached Terry and removed the tapes from the now drooping adult diaper. The otter quickly took off the soiled diaper and threw it into a covered bin. Next, the otter removed his gloves and threw them in the bin as well. Dilan went to a sink on the wall and washed his hand paws with soap and water. He then put on a clean set of gloves.

He turned on the water and returned to the coyote's side. He took an extra shower head from a hook on the wall and turned it on as well. The otter began to attack the mucky fur around Terry's crotch and rear. The first cleaning stage got most of the mess, and then the otter shut off both showers and fetched some liquid soap. He began to lather up Terry's entire body and not being shy to do his rear or his crotch. Not long later, the water was turned on again for a good rinsing.

Terry relaxed as the water ran through his fur. The otter nurse was attentive and made sure his coat was clean. Not long later, the water flow was stopped again. With the click of a few buttons, the otter started a fur dryer, and warm air was blasted down from vents in the ceiling. Terry felt the air rush through his fur. The coyote had relaxed so much that he had nearly forgotten about the state he had arrived in.

He was brought back to reality when he was moved into a changing room and placed in a fresh diaper. The otter put him in the diaper, and then he was led through a series of hallways and into a small ward. Terry saw Qin in the bed to the right and a fox in a bed opposite him. They were bound in medical restraints, tied to their beds. Dilan led Terry over to his bed. The otter strapped him down. Two straps for each limb, one across his belly and two more over his shoulders. Terry rolled his head towards Qin and saw the ram was doing the same. They were in it now.