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Endurance Suits

Timberwoof Lupindo

Copyright © 2014 by Timberwoof Lupindo

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"Cadets, today will introduce you to endurance suits: space suits you can wear for weeks, perhaps a month at a time. These suits are designed to be as comfortable as possible while taking care of all your biological needs. They consist of the usual parts of a space suit, plus some features specifically designed for long-term wear."

"Oh, this I want to see," one of the cadets muttered.

"Oh, cadet, you probably don't. There are two ways out of this room. You can leave through that door over there and march yourself to the mess hall, ring the service bell, and have a nice meal while we wash you out. Or you can leave through that airlock over there, which leads to the hangar deck where we've set up your accommodations for the next week."

The cadets looked at the airlock; the indicator lights told them the other side was in vacuum. Those in line with the window could see space out there.

"I see some of you have checked the status lights on that airlock. Yes, just as for the survival suit exercise, we mean business. And just to prove the point, I and the master chief will join you on that exercise. Now I need a volunteer. Timber, you were one of our champions for the survival suit exercise?"

"Sir, if it's all the same, I'll be happy to defer that honor to the Prince."

She looked at the Tarkel Prince in time to catch his glare at Timber.

"That's an excellent idea. But I want to see if you Wester Woofs are as tough as they say. The Prince gets to show us next. Timber, drop your pants and get on the table."

"Y-yes, Sir."

Timber did as asked, blushing while taking off his pants ... even though they had all seen him naked in the locker room after workouts. To hide his nervousness he folded his pants and underpants neatly and laid the on the shelf below. He stood between the stirrups and gave them a wary eye, then hoisted himself up. Without being asked, he put his legs up on the stirrups and exposed his tailhole to the whole class. He hoped his ass was clean.

"Good pup. Now just relax. This is a rectal catheter."

She held up a bulbous contraption cast of steel that looked like a decorative end-cap for a curtain rod.

"This is one of the reusable models. We have disposable ones that inflate and are a little more comfortable, but I consider these the gold standard. Yes, I see the big eyes you are making. Don't worry; you've all had bigger things come out of your ass. So. The first step is to lube it up. It helps to lube the ass first, like this."

She squeezed a tube of lube onto a gloved finger and rubbed Timber's tailhole, then pushed her finger in and rubbed the lube in. Then she queezed more lube onto the curtain rod end and placed it against Timber's tailhole.

"Cadet, relax. Take a breath and let it out. I hear you Wester Woofs are tough, so you can take this, unlike certain delicate royalty."

"Hey!"

She glared at the prince. "I didn't necessarily mean you. But we will find out. ... Ah, he's relaxed. Ready? On three. One."

She pushed the rectal catheter into his tailhole.

"Augh! Oh. Gah, that's ... big."

"You're all set. It's in good and probably won't come out by itself. You can get off the table now and walk around. Here's a diaper until we're ready to put you in your suit."

Timber made a face at the word, but accepted it. The alternative could me more embarrassing. He took the diaper from the chief, ignored the sniggers, and wrapped it around his butt. Surprisingly, he felt okay ... and decided to pull one over on the Prince.

Timber got up off the table, winced for all to see, bent over as though in pain, and moaned. He took careful, hobbling steps. The chief cast a worried glance at him and he gave her a wink. He grunted, "Oh. I'm fine, I guess. Who's next?" He looked blearliy at the prince and stood there, bent over as though in pain.

Timber hobbled to the head end of the exam table where the Prince would be sitting. As soon as the Prince turned his back on him to take his place on the table, Timber stood up straight, grinned, and gave the OK signal with is forepaw.

The chief glared at him ... but returned her attention to the next cadet.

"Okay, Prince, just relax. As you can see by that Wester Woof's reaction, this won't hurt much. First the lube on the finger, in it goes, and then, hold still!"

She pressed the lubed catheter against his tailhole, and slowly worked it into him. The Prinve cried and moaned throughout.

"Quit acting like such a baby."

"Whom are you calling a baby?!"

"You, your highness."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

"Look, pup, I've squeezed out six pups of my own, and each one of them is smarter than you are. I know something about babies, and I'm not taking any shit from you. Now shut up and take your catheter."

She pushed it in and he yelped.

Then Timber laughed and walked around perfectly normal to demonstrate he was fine. Timber squeezed against his rectal catheter. It was a bit uncomfortable, but he was getting used to it. And if he squeezed just right... The prince was not so happy.

Timber watched as his cousin got his; he noted that Timby still had the ring in his cock. Timby took the rectal catheter with as much dignity as was possible in the circumstances. He got off the table, put on his diaper, took some experimental steps, and decided he was fine. Then Timby got a sort of dreamy look on his face.

"Stop that, Timby," said Timber conspirationally. "I know what you're doing."

Timby gave his cousin a half-guilty grin.

"Well," observed the chief. "If you can get that enjoyment out of it, you might as well learn how. It might be the only fun you have for a week. All right, who's next?"

"You're all past the worst part of this, except maybe the week in the suits itself. If you're hungry, wash your paws and have some lunch. The cafeteria has laid out some food for you at the back. Enjoy it before you get suited up. I should warn you, breakfast this morning and the food here now is prepared with stool softeners, so you'll want to be suited up within a few hours from now."

"Stool softeners? Won't that use a lot of water?"

"Cadet Garruf is right. But think of it this way: We can either pump the water into you through the rectal catheters and hope it dissolves everything, or have your bowels just produce soft stool in the first place. Either way, the suit has to reclaim the water and feed it to you."

"Ewww!"

"Well? What did you expect? You can't carry a week's worth of water with you in these suits. There's about a day's worth in a clean tank and another day's worth being processed. It's a closed system, so you won't lose any.

"Okay, first step: Sit down on your suit and put your legs into the legs of the suit. If you have a tail, it goes up your back. Take off your diaper and plug your ass into the receptacle. You'll know when it's sealed; trust me on this."

One of the cadets' suits went click-hisss and he said, "Gack! It's inflating!"

"Yep. That's the secondary seal."

•••

Timber and his pack emerged from their space suits tired and cranky. It didn't help that before being dismissed to quarters they had to clean out their suits' waste disposal systems. They showered together, dried off, and filed into the sleeping room. They looked at one another and considered the discomfort they had shared for past week. One or two of them just plopped down in the common area; soon the whole pack lay down together and slept as a family unit.