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Their cruise ship room stank: a set of sticky brown pawprints led from the entrance to a closed bathroom door, where a shower was running. The steam that escaped from under the door reeked of a spicy beef burrito with stinging, acrid notes of an inner city fish market, dulled only slightly by feeble wafts of shampoo.

Kioga frowned at the bathroom door, his own fetor sneaking up from the heavy, soiled diaper secured around his waist. He wished Xian, that skinny arctic fox/otter, would hurry up. He, his boyfriend, and the ship passengers in the hall were all but appalled that this wiry waif could produce so much waste, as if his entire torso was bowels-only, as he fell backwards on an overloaded brief and sent its contents splattering up the wall.

Kioga felt the weight of his hefty warm lump pull at the back of his diaper, felt the bulk of the entire soaked, soiled pouch hang between his legs like he was some sort of mess-marsupial. The malodorous brown clod smuggled its earthy cloud of funk out through his leg-holes and the rear elastic ring hanging desperately from his tail. Lugo, perched on the bed, chuckled at his boyfriend when he'd try to pace the room, and end up waddling.

Kioga's mind roiled as his bowels did earlier: his load had a momentum of its own, competing with Xian's. It was obscenely thick, and its objection had been so grotesquely impressive--as if his bowels had 3D printed a football--that the back of his briefs were no longer flush with his waist, and so the waste he'd yet to flush waddled behind him like an open outhouse. Its pungent, fur-prickling stench cloud followed him and tormented him like a malevolent, fecal phantasm.

The slender cheetah did not, however, have a sagging problem in the front, because amidst his soaked, squishy padding he sported a throbbing, stone-hard erection painfully propping up the sad sack. Kioga moaned as he nervously paced, waiting for Xian to finish showering, the spines of his cock catching the swampy lining as it rubbed against the head.

"God, you poor wittle kitty," his muscular beaux chuckled, holding his paw over his nose. Lugo was still in his t-shirt and wore, without a diaper, a pair of clear protective plastic pants that showed without occlusion his pendulous white balls that he'd recently drained all over Kioga's StarFox t-shirt. The cheetah looked at him and half-purred, half-moaned at the unobstructed half-erection of Lugo's fat wolfhood still hanging from his sheath, still drooling and making a small puddle of cum between his legs that viscously smeared the crotch of his clear underwear. Kioga licked his lips, knowing he'd not have to go far for the taste.

Lugo's cock jumped as he watched the cheetah drag his paw up the front of his splattered shirt and taste a finger, the other four hanging out of his muzzle and dripping long, stretchy strands onto the erect shelf of his diaper front. The salty-sweet taste, combined with his persistent poot cloud, gave Kioga's spiny cock a jolt: his other paw jumped to its squishy prison and he whined.

The thick, indecent wolf laughed between his cupped paws. "Aww, does the stinky kitty need his litterbox scooped? Glad you've already bagged it up! Such a good boy."

Kioga blushed fiercely and tried to crawl up on the bed, but was suddenly unbalanced by the bulky counterweight hanging under his rump. Kioga fell back, but caught himself in a squat to prevent Xian's percussive poop explosion. A nonchalant whistle drifted from under the bathroom door, and Kioga growled at it. He shifted to stand, then blushed even harder, nervously giggling, when he felt the painfully sodden, swollen plastic drag against his ankle bones and the ground.

"Y-yeah," he stammered, sweating with a grin, "let's change stinky kitty before his big wiggly bum-bum capsizes the cruise ship."

Lugo was also grinning, and he helped him up onto the bed, onto his back. The sealed, strained garment fell around the cheetah's groin like a lead blanket, further exaggerating his pulsing, aching erection. Its sheer size dwarfed the slender male, making him look even smaller than he was. Kioga let out an anguished, lusty moan. Lugo was squatting behind Kioga's head, almost over it, giving the engorged young cat an explicit view, just beyond his suspended puddle of cum, two gorgeous, plump wolf balls and a half-hard meat shaft swinging languidly in plastic space.

Lugo reached out and squeezed Kioga's gel-packed stiffy, to which Kioga tried to hump back against a miserable restraining weight.

"You poor kitty. Let's take care of you," the wolf chuckled, and then reached out to pinch the cheetah's diaper tapes between his fingers. Kioga could tell, by the tension in Lugo's muscular thighs, that he was bracing himself for a burst of tear gas or mummy rot.

"Let's rip off this big smelly band-aid," he said in an all-too-casual tone, but then the bathroom door banged open and a skinny, shower-damp artotic proclaimed himself nakedly to the room. Xian immediately recoiled against the soupy atmosphere, accidentally stepping in a poopy footprint.

"Hell, I just scrubbed that!" he complained, then scraped it off against the doorframe. "CubbyCon or not, we're getting kicked off this cruise anyway. I'm surprised the boat's still moving. Maybe there's still time for our janitor friend."

Kioga raised his head, then slowly realized that Lugo's plastic cum-sack and his balls were resting on his forehead. "Our janitor friend? Oh, that's right. That's how our company found you."

"How I found your company. Hope you've invested those fat paychecks," he stated. Xian saw what Lugo was holding and clapped his paws. "Stop with those tapes!" he snapped, swaggering forward. A sturdy blue cock, enjoyably large, bounced between his thighs. "A naughty cheetah needs to sit in his mess and think of what he's done!" he proudly barked, "this querulous miscreant must learn of the shit he's invited by pulling the rectal plug of an innocent deviant!"

Lugo rolled his eyes and smirked, then made a loud pop with his muzzle. "You sounded like someone jumped on a ketchup bottle with both feet."

Xian jabbed a claw at him and his dick wagged. "Fie, provocateur! I need your alliance against this child. There was a reason I had it plugged."

Kioga adjusted his head, squirting pre into his diaper as Lugo's sensuous, doggy-bagged package moved across his forehead. His whiskers twitched: he'd forgotten that the artotic's organ was a brilliant azure blue, and that the head had a glans like a human's, or that his rail-thin hips made it look even larger. Regardless, Xian sported a superior sausage! Kioga's comparatively modest cock strained in its padding; the cheetah hissed through his teeth as the barbs again caught on the saturated lining. The fur trapped inside felt matted and steamed.

Lugo whistled low as Xian approached the bed. "Don't tell me you're a grower, too, Mr. Shower."

The skinny artotic purred and crawled on all fours, his dick dragging on the sheets, towards Kioga's magnanimous crapsack. He leaned down and pressed his face deep into the squishy warm marshmallow, snuffling at the scent that at this point, was making Lugo's eyes water. The cheetah felt a sloppy rumble rush through his bowels: he debated whether or not to keep it on a little while longer.

Unexpectedly, Lugo gasped, and he accidentally farted in his plastic pants, inflating them above Kioga's head. The cheetah watched his boyfriend's tailhole expand, gape, vibrate, and clench. The fart sounded rather pregnant, and Kioga distantly wondered the last time Lugo had voided ... Xian patiently rested his stubby muzzle on Kioga's swamped britches and looked inquiringly at the wolf, his eyes occasionally darting down to Lugo's exposed, bagged cock. Kioga looked past Xian's face and saw, as Lugo asked his question, just past the artotic's rubbery blue cock which was bent against the mattress, a suspiciously empty gap between his wiry thighs.

"Fred, er, eh, Xian ... where's your ..." Lugo stammered, gesturing a paw to his own crotch, to the set of round balls resting between Kioga's ears.

The artotic smiled quizzically, a paw kneading the inside of Kioga's distended diapercrotch. He tilted his head. When he followed Lugo's eyes to his own naked crotch, the smile fell, and he reached between his legs. Xian jumped, letting out an embarrassed bark, and sprinted for the bathroom. He took the corner by the dresser too fast and his cock swung out, catching the corner with a loud, sickening slap. Xian's penis broke off, Kioga screamed, and as the bathroom door slammed, Lugo and Kioga watched the rubbery cock's wobbling, spinning arc end with a slap against the wall, and then two bounces on the floor. Nowhere along its journey was a single squirt of blood.

The wolf, crinkling in his clear pants, tail raised in curiosity, crawled to the end of the bed to observe the dismembered member. When he reached down and picked it up, its owner emerged sheepishly from the restroom, a fuzzy white scrotum hanging from his paw by a stretchy, rubber ring. He emerged in full view, and Kioga struggled up to his elbows against his ball-and-chain diaper pulling heavily at his hips. Lugo lifted the blue cock up as he merely turned his head, preserving Kioga's view of his tailhole, taint, his own fat cock and balls. They both looked at Xian's crotch, where there was nothing but a rubber ring secured in place by harness straps hidden in his fur.

"It's a prosthesis, I ... hope I can explain later as to not spoil the mood. I'm a eunuch."

Kioga was lost for words, but when he shifted he was both pleased and pissed to know that, unrequited, his erection refused to go away. There was also the question of a couple pounds of fecal clay molded against his taint and rump, the open outhouse spreading his legs and weighing him down. His boyfriend's wolf cock hung patiently out of his sheath. Xian's cock was still springy and hard ... in Lugo's paw, across the way from Xian.

Lugo rotated the dildo to inspect it, and saw there was a small tunnel that ran from base to glans.

"You pee with this?" he asked.

"Well, of course," Xian said, affixing his balls to his harness as he walked to retrieve it. "Easier to aim, and it hides under the robe. You should see the bears and twinks I get when I stuff it in a pair of jeans."

Lugo extended his arm down to help Xian reattach it, then with a twist of his wrist he popped it into the ring.

"Not upside-down!" the artotic barked, then twisted it back into place. Lugo laughed, and Xian batted at him to get him away. "Now then," he said, maneuvering himself between the cheetah's legs, grabbing the swollen diaper butt with both paws. Kioga groaned as Xian squished his mess against him, and felt his bowels rumble as they wished to join.

Lugo heard the grumble as he crawled to the head of the bed, then felt his own answer in kind. "That sounds like a good idea, Ky. I think I might know just where to do it, too: remember I promised a surprise?"

Kioga was seeing stars, his cock clamping down on its precum as urine sprang from the tip, running against his fur and down his legs, finding no spare gel to wick it. Wet spots formed at the base of his leg-guards, on the blanket, discolored with scat. When he opened his eyes, he saw the muscular wolf's balls tight against his body, his cock sprung out straight against the plastic, and his tail raised over a tailhole that pulsed, trembling expectantly.

"You slow down; let me get into place," Xian said, grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser and slicking his girthy rubber cock until his paws squelched and squicked. Counting each of his claws once, the artotic then traced a line across the bottom of Kioga's diaper, just below his balls, then cut the back open with a clean swipe and let the overloaded drawer flop open. A solid ball of foul clay, molded to the cheetah's muddy undercarriage, rewet from his leakage, rolled out at Xian and he caught it with both paws. There was plenty left along the insides of Kioga's thighs, under his once-white exposed sac, and in the crevice of his rump where his tailhole was barely visible. The open flap of his diaper was a brown dirt road.

"Kioga, this goes in the potty!" he laughed, opening the window and tossing it overboard. It bounced against the ship's side a few times, leaving streaks before landing in the rolling ocean, stories below, with a loud splash. Xian cringed at the skidmarks it left on the pure white ship, but then returned to the splayed, exposed diaper kitty with a lubed, bouncing dildo. Kioga reached down to squeeze his erection, still trapped in his padding, but Lugo caught his paws and pinned them to his chest.

"Nuh-uh. Naughty boys can't touch themselves," he said. Lugo let out another poot, inches from Kioga's face, and he grunted at Xian. "Can't hold this in much longer; hurry up and fuck my boyfriend."

"With pleasure," the artotic purred, then levelled his cock's blue head between Kioga's scat-smeared rump cheeks, digging through the muck before he found his sticky pucker. The cheetah grunted in pleasure, then looked up above him at Lugo's plastic-wrapped crotch as a yellow stream spurted from his cock. Lugo sighed with relief as he sprayed the inside of his garment down, the liquid pooling between his legs, sagging the garment towards Kioga's muzzle, and Kioga groaned in pleasure as he nuzzled the hot surface, squirming as Xian fed fat inches into his quivering, mucky rectum.

Xian leaned over him, growling in pleasure at Lugo's x-ray wetting and at Kioga's body twitching against him. His stomach pressed against the cheetah's sodden diaper, and Kioga humped his pulsing, trapped erection against it, leaking pre like mad as the skinny male skewered him on a heavy, relentless toy.

Lugo squeezed down on Kioga's paws as his guts rumbled south, and he drew a sharp breath, adjusting his squat, urine sloshing under him and dribbling out the leg-guards, before his tailhole stretched and a thick, sticky log slithered out towards Kioga's face. The cheetah snarled with pleasure, dragging his swollen diaper against Xian's stomach, writhing as his inner walls stretched against a stout, unfeeling prick. Xian pushed it to its limit, feeling resistance as it bent against the first turn after the rectum, and sniggered as Kioga let out a long, lusty moan, right against the plastic pants Lugo was actively messing. Kioga watched through an aroused haze as the broad, soft snake of scat slid down the seat of the wolf's clear briefs, coiling once over and breaking against itself as Lugo grunted with effort, pushing another log out on top of the first, bulging out the back of his diaper cover as he filled it in clear view of the two smaller males.

Kioga nuzzled the hot plastic as Xian pulled out to the tip, finding himself desperately empty and without anything to hump. His guts squirmed; it didn't feel solid. His rump cheeks twitched at a cock absolutely smeared in feces. Lugo let out a wet fart that splattered the inside of his pants with dirty brown flecks. Xian reached under the access port he'd cut and stroked the cheetah's musky cock. By its pulsing alone, the artotic could tell he was close.

"Sit on his face, Lugo; let's get this boy some release."

"What?" Kioga objected, but was quickly muffled by an attack on both ends: Lugo squished his sodden, sloshing toilet sack against the cheetah's muzzle, a small amount of liquid slime leaking out both leg-guards and down the sides of Kioga's face. Xian leaned down against Kioga's erect diaper cock again, powering long, slow, digging thrusts deep and high into the male's grasping innards.

Kioga madly humped at him, his legs splayed high and wide as Xian's cock split him open, and he buried his face in Lugo's hot, squishy rump as the outhouse stink smacked his nostrils. With a muffled moan, Kioga spasmed and arched his back, sending Xian flying back as he splattered his ragged diaper with hot, whipping cheetah cum, feeling it run down the sides of his cock, down his balls, and out the flap Xian had ripped open.

His guts rumbled again, and Lugo slid backwards to allow Kioga's head up. Xian pushed himself up from the dresser and pulled his headfur back, unaware of the scat Kioga's fecal football had left on it. He left a streak of brown frosting in his blue hair, and stood beyond the cheetah's spread legs with a set of balls hanging between his wiry legs, but no cock.

Kioga couldn't hold it in any longer, and a rushing, roiling wave of diarrhea sloshed into his bowels, hit the hollow cock, and sprayed out of him in a wet, vengeful mist. It hit Xian in the chest and stomach, rolling down him in putrid droplets as the base of his own prosthetic hosed him down in filth.

Xian's paws hovered on either side of his head, and he stared at the whole situation with his mouth agape. Lugo gingerly stood, his own toilet sloshing under him, and he waddled over to Xian. He looked behind the reeking male; there was a fine silhouette of shit where his body had protected the dresser.

"You okay, bud?" he whispered. Both he and Kioga were lost for words; Kioga propped himself up on his elbows and tried to drag himself out of his puddle of mud, to mediocre avail. With a yelp and a grunt, Kioga's tailhole spit Xian's dick out like a sudden emergency turd.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay," Xian whispered.

"Yeah, I was wrong," Lugo said, "That, what just happened now, that sounded like a bottle of ketchup."

"Who gets to shower first?" he asked, his voice quavering.

Lugo had no time to answer, for there was a loud, thundering knock blasting their front door.

The three stood stock still: they couldn't answer the door! Lugo had a septic Ziploc leaking down his legs, his cock, balls, everything visible and literally swimming in it, Kioga's entire underside was frosted in feces, and Xian was airbrushed, from tit to detachable testes, in digested Meow Mix diarrhea.

"He's the angriest gamer you ever heard ..." Lugo quietly sang.

Xian punched the wolf in his pants, so more piss and shit squirted out the leg-guard. "Quiet, asshole!"

The artotic ripped his balls off and tossed them aside before walking to the door, angry tears springing in his eyes. "Give me all you got, you blackguards. I'll roast on my stake!"

He ripped the door open and stood naked, dripping, in the doorway. There was a fox before him, a pair of aviators resting on his brow and a green shirt hanging open from his shoulders, an untied pink tie trapped in the collar. He was smoking a cigarette in the enclosed hallway, which was clean and smelled of bleach. The hallway was empty besides them two. The fox was grinning. Xian snarled.

"Everyone's seen Zootopia, you wastrel; what do you want?"

The fox shrugged, then took a drag of his cigarette. He paced in front of the artotic, tut-tutting his tongue as he watched the skinny eunuch dribble fetid, watery shit onto the carpet.

"Frederick Joneston; I'm surprised you don't recognize me."

The artotic leaned out, looked around with snaps of his head, then back at the fox.

"Judas?" he hissed under his breath, "What are you doing in public?!"

The fox snickered, blowing smoke up to the detectors. They remained silent. "Cleaning up your shit, of course," he purred, looking over Xian's shoulders at the two other soiled individuals. The fox let out a bark of joy.

"Mr. Davis and Mr. Perry, good to see you again!" he laughed. The two meekly waved at him, then the fox returned to Xian with a snap of his head. "This is going to cost you."

"We'll pay it," he growled. "Just didn't recognize you without the janitor onesie, or the shit-caked rubber gloves."

"I'll be in those soon enough," he shrugged. "The rates have gone up."

"Fine."

"Do you know what boat you're on?"

Xian cocked his head, his muzzle pulled back queerly over his teeth. He spoke slowly, deliberately. "The ... Chesapeake. For CubbyCon."

"Wrong."

"What?!"

"This is the Alexa, for the Ferris-Chalmpers summit."

A wildcat's yowl came from the back, and Xian's shit-smeared prosthetic slammed against the wall.

"Danvers!" Kioga roared.