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After Tanjent was 'walked' away, whimpering muffledly into her cock-gag the whole way, the bear-bot smiled and sat on the floor. "Today can go one of several ways children. Me and the other bots can shove you, kicking and screaming, into you're new lives, stacking up days, possibly weeks of trust you must gain back before you'll have any opportunities to get out of this and being brutally forced to demonstrate everything you're ashamed of to those you want to see it the least in ways you will not enjoy. I take it none of you want that, Right?", she addressed the six remaining furs. All stayed silent.

Blinking, the bear bot stood up, "Well, if you'd prefer it that way, I'll go tell Mama-Tanjent to start building the-", suddenly all six were standing and shaking their heads, shouting various negatives. Mama-Bear took a seat with a chuckle, "Thats better. Another option is you all can sit there, chained to the wall, for hours or days, while Tanjent builds your playroom. It'll be boring, and unhealthy, to sit that long. If you all can promise me you'll be good, we can all play a game instead of staring at each other. Help get you used to you're new lives slowly, in a way you'll all enjoy even if you won't admit it, while we're at it. One catch though, it's all of you or none of you."

Glances were shot between the six, ending with all of them looking to Syne. Syne nodded slowly and looked up at the bot. "So let me get this straight: We can be, what did she call poor Tanjent, 'Disobediant?'", Mama-bear nodded, and he continued, "and be in deep trouble really fast, probably be in this mess for longer for the trouble too. Or we can sit here a really long time, with you listening to our every word?", Syne paused for confirmation and the Bear-bot gave it, "Correct. Little boys and girls can't be left alone, especially not with a pet. They'd get into mischief!".

With a sigh Syne continued, "Or we can play a game. What kind of game? Will playing a game make you happy?"

Mama-Bear nodded her head, smiling happily, "It will! And it will be a game of my choosing. If you guys aren't having fun after trying it for a little while though, I'll give you a chance to try a new one, alright?". Syne took this in and nodded. Cheeks a bit red, he looked around at his friends and woofed, "Any objections?". Nobody said anything, so Syne shrugged and said, "Sounds better than sitting around under watch.".

The bear-bot smiled wider and made a circle around the room, making each fur promise to not try to hurt her or escape before uncollaring each one, except for Doc and Cosyne, who kept their collars but were unchained. With each free, she sat in the center of the bay, on the floor. "Make a circle around me and sit down.", she instructed, raising an eyebrow and giggling mechanicaly at their first attempt. "Did you all skip first grade? This looks like a oval.", she asked, paws on her hips. Red-faced, the furs adjusted themselves. "Much better. Probably a good thing you guys get to repeat preschool now. Anyways, who here knows how to play Truth or Dare?". Groans greeted her, none of them liking where this was going, "Goodness! Such negative attitudes! Well, you'll be glad to hear we aren't playing Truth or Dare, precisely. Too grown up on it's own, and it won't get you any exercise! Who here knows how to play Duck, Duck Goose?". Reluctance turned to incredulity as the six stared in surprise.

"What?", "Of course, but-", "What does that have to do-"

Mama-Bear cut them all of with a wave of her hand and a simple phrase, "If you make me shout over you, you will be sorry!", after the furs became silent, she continued, "Because you're being good, I'll let that one slide, but if you don't use you're indoor voices when one of us is talking, you will be punished. Remember Tanjent?". Looks got darker, angrier, and Mama-Bear shook her head sadly, "Will you have to try and take me down once before you realize you can't? What about the other seven, even if you did, and what about your friend in the bay? Do you think he's not watching, right now?", Mama-Bear asked softly. The looks became hopeless and resigned.

"Cheer up. Just be good and you'll have a good time, I promise!", she purred, "I promise your little sister enjoyed herself, and is enjoying herself, thoroughly right now; and you can ask her yourselves when she finishes her first project. We aren't here to hurt you. Now, do you still want to play, or is there a very long time-out in your future?".

Syne spoke clearly, after looking to the others, "We'll play.". Nobody disagreed, though none looked too eager. "Good. We're going to play Duck, Duck Goose, with a catch: If you get caught, or fail to catch your goose, you will go to the center of the circle, in the mush-pit, for truth or dare. If you got caught, the one who caught you will suggest your truth or your dare, if you failed to catch, the one who got away will. Understand so far?", six curious nods met her as she looked around, "Good. If the truth or dare offered is not good enough, I will give one instead. You will have only one chance to suggest one, so make it good. The object is to make the victim blush. For dares, anything not dangerous or violent is okay. If somebody does not follow a dare the best they can after choosing dare, there will be real punishments. I will use the replicator to get you guys anything you may need, dildos, dog toys, diapers, dresses, lube, costumes, food; anything, for Dares. Points will be rewarded based on how much you make each other blush. The winner will get a prize, the loser will get something as well, and you guys will all have a better, or worse, day based on how many points total you get. The object of this game is to make each other squirm and blush, but to not otherwise hurt each other's feelings. Understand?", the bot asked. All six nodded in curiosity, intrigued and looking at one another, trying to come up with ways to help get them more leverage with their keepers, or to somehow turn this into an advantage for them. "Good. Two final warnings: One: My dares and my truths Will hurt you're feelings. I know enough about all of you to do it, and will. Two: Cheating and lying will make you wish you had stayed leashed. Syne, you're captain. You go first.".

*****

In her workshop, Tanjent worked in a CAD program, designing a Crib for her brother as specified. Complete with plastic covers and drawers. She and her bot talked over the finer details using a text-editor, because she had lost her speaking privileges for the day and was still cock-gagged. Also, her butt hurt. After it had taken it's basic form, Mama-Tanjent leaned over and purred softly, "You want you're brother to be happy, right?". Tanjent looked up, wiping a bit of drool from her chin as she nodded. "Well, for starter's, stay out of trouble. It makes him sad to see his sister punished.", to Tanjent's surprise, she felt guilty suddenly, her ears lowering in shame, she turned to type, to explain she hadn't known, but Mama-Tanjent stopped her, continuing, "but for now, you'd better make it up to him. To all the crew. I could've made this myself... but he's going to be using it a long time. All of you will be using the stuff you build a long time. The better you make it, the more the crew will relax, and that will speed everything up. The better you make it, the happier they'll be.", the cat-bot's voice lowered, became gentler, "And this is the last work you might do for awhile. When your brothers and friends are watching you become something between a sperm-bank and a toilet, when they find out just how badly you want to be a fucktoy and a urinal to you're own brothers, what you've made for them will be the only things that can show that you're anything more than that: a perverted little sibling-fucking cat with a love for piss.". These words broke Tanjent to tears. The cat was surprised as the bot hugged her, "It'll be alright cat. Especially if you do this right. Each of them is every bit as perverse as you in their own way, and if you do this right, if you use what you know about each of them to make this stuff personal, to make them realize their own guilty pleasures and even feel comfy with them, they'll have to still love you and accept you. Alright?".

Tanjent sniffled and fought back the tears, believing every word of it. She thought long and hard, and made the first change: She added a polished wood board to the front of Syne's crib that read 'Captain/Puppy Syne', looking up for approval questioningly. "Good girl! Good start, but more like this...", the cat-bot altered the text, putting a slash through Captain, and putting 'Baby Puppy' before 'Syne' in it's stead. Tanjent giggled softly, remembering an old clipart set she had. Pouring through it, she found stencils for a furry set of public signs, including a set of icons meant for putting on the doors of public bathrooms with changing tables for baby furries (with a hole for the tail). Finding a stylized picture of a puppy with spread legs and an obvious diaper, she stamped it into the wood in the center of the top rail along all four sides, giggling louder and waving her tail, looking back eagerly, "Wonderful! Keep this up, I might let you take that gag off if you agree to language probation...". "What's that?", Tanjent typed into her text editor. "I'll explain if you earn it. For now,", she pointed to the screen, "spread these two bars a bit further.", when Tanjent looked up questioningly, the bot ruffled her hair and, in that gentle voice again, explained, "Someday your crib is going to put lengthwise between the Pet and the Puppy's cribs. You want your puppy to be able to make lemonade and stickies on or in you instead of his diaper sometimes, don't you?". As Tanjent froze, her caretaker bent the bars a bit outwards on the screen. "Just like that, room for a diapered kitty butt.".

Tanjent typed in her box, "Diapered kitty? But that's his thing!".

"Yes, but you're all going to be taught how every dirty pleasure the others' have feels like.", Mama-Tanjent explained before changing the subject, "Does Syne have any stuffed animals he likes?". Tanjent's face lit up and she typed a long list and mentioned one in particular, the one he kept for relieving himself in his quarters, smiling widely and getting back to personalizing everything.

*****

Syne got up after Mama Bear moved, and started walking, "Duck... Duck...", he made two full laps before he realized that delaying infinitely would be very tense, boring, and likely to irritate the bot. Looking around, he decided on Tumbles as a victim. "Goose!", he shouted and took off at a sprint. Tumbles got up and chased him, catching him three quarters of the way around the circle. "Gotcha!", he churfed between pants.

"Yup! You did. Syne, you go in the mushpit now, Tumbles, ask him the question.", said Mama-Bear, helpfuly.

Grinning, Tumbles chirred out, "Truth or Dare, Captain?".

Syne thought long and hard. There were things he might be made to admit, and then there were things he might be made to Do. Knowing that truth would be quicker, he woofed out, "Truth.". Mama-Bear giggled and wrinkled her nose, "Scaredy-pup. Go ahead Tumbles, ask a question. If it's good enough, I'll nod. If not, I'll give my own.". Syne shuddered at this and looked up and Tumbles pleadingly, "Make it good.", he barked nervously. Tumbles raised an eyebrow, "Oh? But you went and picked me out. What sorta horrible thing would I be admitting if you had been faster?", he asked, knowing how to put on a show and think fast when he wasn't caught with his pants down. Or skirt up. Watching Syne sweat, he thought carefully about the question, not wanting to deplete their ammunition of obvious questions. I didn't take long for the right one to come to mind.

"So Syne... I know that, for some reason, you must really get off on wearing a diaper.", already Syne was turning red and whimpering. Tumbles grinned, knowing he'd chosen well, "So what I want to know is do you enjoy sucking on a pacifier too?". Mama-Bear gave a nod of approval.

Syne shivered, eartips bright red. "T-tumbles I...", he looked around at his friends, and to Mama-Bear, knowing he had to answer truthfully. "I do.", he woofed sheepishly, looking down at his paws.

"The rest of you, show me a count of fingers on a scale of one to ten how embarrassed you think Syne is.". Four pairs of paws rose up, and Mama-Bear took count. "Good job Tumbles, 7 points for you.", she praised, "Syne, you're going to have to sit in the mush-pit so we can all stare at the puppy who likes pacifiers until somebody else gets a truth or dare. Tumbles, you're up now.". Syne whimpered and looked to the floor sheepishly as Tumbles started "Duck..."ing.

Tumbles didn't want to be there too long, because it could make him resented. He chose Bell to 'goose', and got snagged before he had moved thee feet.

"Tumbles, in the mush-pit, Syne, take Bell's spot. Bell, ask away."

"Truth or dare?", asked Bell with a small grin.

Like Syne, the choice was scary for the Racoon. After what he had done to Syne, he was afraid of what question he might be asked, and for Tumbles, confession was somehow worse than engaging in his no-longer secret likes. "Dare.", he churfed cheerfuly, but his face became one of dismay as Bell smiled wider, "B-but be nice!".

"Nice? Like you were nice to Syne, and would've been to me?", Bell asked in her gravelly badger voice. "Do you think I'd look good in a dress?", she asked the Raccoon. Sweating bricks and having no idea what the right answer was, Tumbles stammered, "N-no!", then panicked as Bell frowned and quickly squeaked, "I-I mean yes! I mean you did!". As Bell glared cruelly, Tumbles knew he'd given a wrong answer.

"I bet you look better.", countered Bell.

"Please no! Bell-Please, I-", the raccoon whined, suddenly very worried.

"Worried I'm going to dare you to wear a dress?", Bell asked. Tumbles nodded.

"I'd never do that.", the badger purred in a silky, rasping voice, "Not when I've this lovely new equipment to learn how to use. Tumbles, I dare you to seduce me.", Tumbles looked flat confused, "In a Miniskirt.". Tumbles looked terrified as the rest giggled. Mama-Bear nodded in approval, leaving the room to replicate a skirt and leaving them be.

"B-Bell, Why-", Tumbles stammered, on the edge of tears and beet red. "We've played before, right, even in front of others a few times?", Bell rumbled. Tumbles just nodded. "This won't be any different, except you'll be wearing a dress. We don't KNOW that you enjoy it, we only have the word of a stranger on that one. You can keep on pretending it doesn't get you off if you like, cause it's not a huge secret you sometimes like a woman on top. And I'm still one, mostly.".

"N-never in front of everybody, on the spot like this, and it doesn't get me off!", he squeaked defensively, unconvincingly.

"Of course not.", Bell replied, the rest nodding in sympathy for their friend, not believing a word of it, "But while she's gone, let me ask, do you guys think we could take her if that burning thing was gone? Because I've been thinking this over and-", at that point Mama-Bear re-entered and Bell stopped talking. The skirt was short. And pink. Like Tumbles' cheeks. The bear-bot handed the raccoon the skirt. Tumbles pulled it on, holding it down in the front as his racoon-meat throbbed against it, biting his lower-lip cutely and holding back tears of shame as his heart pounded a million beats a minute.

Whimpering, he got down on all fours and crawled to Bell, licking his lips as sexily as he could, much to the giggles of his friends. Bell spread her knees, revealing her semi-hard cock, where usually there was just a strap-on, with a smirk. "That tongue good for anything, girl?", the badger rumbled, like she had in the past, only this time knowing why it got him all happy.

Tumbles moaned, whined cutely and panted audibly with his tail curling tight against his throbbing cock as he crawled forwardly slowly, shutting his eyes and starting to gently, slowly lick at Bell's cock, which resulted in immediate happy sighs from Bell as her cock grew to a fairly impressive girth. "I want your rump, coon-girl.", growled Bell. Ears drooping in submission as he cock made the underside of his curled tail sticky with pre-cum, Tumbles spun about, lowering his head as he had many times before, in bed, dreaming of this and things like it. His tail hiked, and he felt the skirt tickle him as it was lifted, giving Bell a perfect glimpse of his dangling, furry sac and red-skinned, dribbling cock. When Bell put her cock against Tumbles' tailhole, slicking it up with badger spit first, he rolled his eyes in pleasure before shutting them tightly in embarassment, panting helplessly as his friends watched in fascination and self-conscious awareness that they might be in the center next.

Bell rubbed her cock-tip over Tumbles' tailhole lightly. "You've seduced me, sissy-coon. Dare is over. But before you sit in the mush-pit with your pretty skirt, do you want to feel my balls slap against your's?", Bell purred softly, her massive paws grabbing the raccoon's ass-cheeks firmly.

Tumbles had gone someplace else, carried someplace he'd never quite been from fantasies alone by the guilt, humiliation and arousal he felt. From that place, he heard his voice, the one he practiced when wearing his own skirts and dresses, squeak out, "Please-yes!", in a high falsetto.

A chorus of "Awwwwwws" and giggles followed that, eliciting a horrified moan of raw guilt from the raccoon as Bell rasped, "Good bitch.", her spit-lubricated fingers spreading her thick spit over and in his tailhole before she pulled the raccoon onto her cock, gasping in pleasure at the new sensations as Tumbles squealed. Eyes wide, she started to hump, slowly at first, gaining momentum as she grew sure of herself. Tumbles lifted his head a bit, panting and whimpering cutely. He looked around at his friends, looking at him with smiles on their faces, and finally looked into Doc's eyes. In there, and in her smile, he saw compassion, and understanding acceptance. Feeling a new kind of warmth, he tried to speak. but before he could thank her, he tensed, and squealed loudly, echoing in the Bay as he came, each parting of his tailhole and slap of the badger's sac against his own making a new stain on his skirt, some of it leaking on the floor. While his tailhole spasmed in orgasm, Bell suddenly thrust deep into him, getting a yelp from him as he helplessly wiggled his full bottom. He felt the badger's sac, resting against his, jerk, and a sudden warmth filled his ass. It was too much, the jerking motions of Bell's balls against his own, each spasm tickling his own sac as more of that oozing warmth spread through his ass, accompanied by his rump-cheeks getting squeezed lightly each time.

It was at this time that Tanjent and her bot arrived in a cargo-elevator with a large object under a white sheet. The cat was smiling widely, enjoying herself, true to Mama-Bear's word, her cock-gag worn around her neck now and her muzzle free. Naked aside from it, and her collar and leash, she and the bot pushed the sheet-covered object to where Syne had been chained. It was only after getting there that she realized Tumbles was getting tailfucked on all fours by Bell. In a miniskirt. Eyes wide, she watched, still smiling.

Tumbles laid there, his tail lowering against Bell's chest as he slumped, laying in the puddle of cum he had spurted out and shutting his eyes, feeling somehow free and blissful, but completely guilty as well. Bell reached around his waist and pulled him against herself, hugging him tightly and giving his ear a soft nip. She whispered softly to him, "Sshhh, it's alright coony, just listen up for me. When you snap out of this, target me next chance you get, and I'm telling you now it's okay to do the same to me so don't feel bad about getting some of that pride back.". As the raccoon slowly turned to look at her and blinked in pure disbelief, Bell nipped his ear, getting another delicious squeak out of him, and enough time to explain in a quick, clear whisper, "There's nothing manly about doing to other's what you won't allow done to you. I... It's not the right word, to say I love you, but I do in a sense, and I don't care what you like, I just want you to keep being you, happy, prideful raccoon-ninja you are. Just PLEASE remember, I didn't make you keep the skirt on.". Looking around, Bell let her voice slowly become more audible, saying in a sweet gravelly growl, "Thats a good little coon-bitch, now crawl off my cock and sit in the mush-pit like a good girl.".

Tumbles shuddered again, panting and whining in dismay as his cock started to rise again. Squirming his way off of Bell's cock with a loud a sloppy popping noise, to the soft chuckles and sympathetic smiles of his friends, he made his way to the center on all fours. However when he got there, Mama-Bear starting shaking her head and Tsking.

"'Coon-girl, you made a mess on the floor. I guess the puppy isn't the only one who isn't potty-trained. Mama-Tanjent, has your Little One been well-behaved enough to be given a chance to show her friends how useful she can be and clean up behind them, or am I going to have to put them all in pull-up diapers before they can keep playing?", the bear-bot asked.

Watching the whole crew shake their heads in dismay and start to protest, before they remembered their 'indoor' voices, Tanjent looked up at her bot, whom she had had quite a lot of fun with designing things with in the past hour, and mrewled in a sort of childish voice, "Please? Let me try whatever she wants? I've been a good Toy, haven't I? They really don't want to wear diapers, please Mama-Tanjent, can I try to be a really good girl and... and make my brother extra happy?".

The crew had always known Tanjent to be a fickle and possibly insane, if brilliant, person, but this was a little much. She looked happy, sincere, but it was too much to take in as her bot looked to her, and intoned, "Well, one of you're brothers is quite happy in a diaper, darling.", ignoring Tanjent's drooping ears and pleading cat-whine, the cat-bot turned to Mama-Bear and replied, "She has been very good.", as it put a mechanical paw on Tanjent's neckscruff and firmly pushed her down to all fours. Holding Tanjent's leash, the android walked her to the circle of her brothers and friends before saying simply, "Clean.".

Tanjent, cheeks a bit red, but not horribly, crawled up to the puddle of cum on the floor where Tumbles had came and began to lap it up eagerly, looking to Mama-Bear when she was done, "No diapers?", she mrewled hopefully, beaming.

Mama-Bear looked down sternly, "The two silly cubs are still quite messy.", she said, folding her arms.

Tanjent earlowered, deflated and looking to her friends. They were looking back at her with surprise, but also, definitely, hope and pleading eyes. Her heart swelled, knowing she could help them, and that if she was really good, they wouldn't hate her later. She crawled to Tumbles first and pushed him onto his back, holding his thighs apart so she could lap his groin-fur, cock, and soaked sac clean, grooming him thoroughly. In the middle, his cock started to get hard again, so she batted it and gave it a tiny nip with a soft hiss. As Tumbles yelped and offered a mumbled apology, and the crew laughed softly at their antics, Tanjent diligently rolled the raccoon to his belly and started licking his cum-smeared cheeks and dribbling tailhole clean, feeling her eartips start to burn in shame and her lower body quiver as she fulfilled the shallowest parts of her own fantasies. Giving the coon's rump a swat for good measure, she crawled to Bell and hesitated. Bell was not somebody to be shoved around in her mind.

Cutely, she licked her lips and let out a pleading meow.

Bell folded her arms and mock-glared. "Oh I see. I get a cock and suddenly the whole crew wants to play with me.", she joked. As Tumbles curled into a tighter, if cleaner than before, ball of ashamed raccoon, the crew laughed, and Tanjent lowered her head a bit; Bell simply rolled her eyes and spread her knees once more. Tanjent, purring, scampered forwards and stuffed her muzzle between Bell's thighs, lapping her testicles and cunny-lips clean before sucking all fluid but her own cat-spit from the badger's cock. Finished, she looked up to Mama-Bear questioningly.

"Good Girl. As long as you can lap up any 'accidents' the crew has, we'll leave the diapers in the closet.", said Mama-Bear with approval. Tanjent smiled, but shivered softly, having a better idea what was meant than her friends did. Mama-Tanjent tugged the leash, "C'mon kitty. We have more things to build.".

Tanjent nodded and earlowered, pouncing Syne and hugging him tightly as she could. "I... I tried my best, and I hope you like it and don't worry because I think we're going to be alright just kinda stuck for a little while but I could be worse-", the rambling cat, cheek-rubbing her brother affectionately with badger and coon-cum on her breath was interrupted by a sharp leash tug from Mama-Tanjent, walking her back to her workshop.

In the silence that followed, Frost spoke up, "Well... I was worried for a little while, but I think she's pretty much the same bouncy Tanjent as she's ever been.". Soft smiles and nods were interrupted by, "You all should be grateful to Tanjent about now. Score for Bell?", she stopped to count fingers, "Nine points for Bell! Nicely done. Tumbles, mush-pit. In the skirt until somebody takes you're place, Girl. Bell, you're ducking. Go."

The six quickly forgot about the sheet-draped object as Bell started "Duck..."ing. As Bell walked by, she thought. She thought about who she could outrun, and hurt the least so as to give Tumbles his chance to... Bell blushed as she thought, or rather pointedly did Not think, about what would happen to her. Bell had her pride and insecurities as did they all, but fairplay was important to her, and she knew after what she had done, nobody else would pick on poor Tumbles. Bell chose Frost to goose, and easily outran him.

"Truth or dare?", she asked, as Tumbles took off his skirt, leaving it in the mushpit where Frost sat down next to it.

"Truth.", said Frost, nervously, trusting Bell, but still worried.

"Would you enjoy what just happened to Tumbles happening to you?", she asked.

It was a question everybody knew the answer to. A easy one. But it wasn't good enough.

"Not good enough.", said Mama-Bear, "Frost... do you like the idea of the entire crew being in diapers, being forced to use them and engage willingly in acts that violate the secrets they hold most privately dear, while you watch, exempt from having to participate yourself?".

Frost stood still, his fur on end as his friends, the only family he had ever had, stared at him in shock. Shutting his eyes and wishing he was dead, he started to sniffle softly. "Frost, answer. Or we'll just do it and ask you again.", the bot demanded.

"Yes... I... I love it. I love the idea of being superior for once, Okay?! But I wouldn't let it happen.", he admitted, crying as he betrayed the trust his friends had in him. Wincing, Bell shook her head and cursed herself for letting that happen. She wanted nothing more than to hug him.

It was Doc's voice that spoke out though, "Don't let it hurt you. If we didn't know you were better than that, we wouldn't have dragged you round with us for so long. You're one of us, that doesn't change anything."

"No points Bell. Choose again.", said Mama-Bear.

Bell's eyes met Tumbles', and his eyes were clear, even if his cheeks were still a bit red. Mostly, he was feeling bad for Frost. Bell "Duck"ed her way to him, and "Goose'ed him. He was ready, and snapped out to grab her ankle before he even got up. As Bell fell to the floor with a weighty crash, catching herself with her hands, the crew gasped in shock, and Bell's heart started to pound in worry.

She walked to the mush-pit and sat next to the pink mini-skirt, staring at it.

"Truth or Dare.", asked Tumbles, his face unreadable.

Bell shut her eyes, terrified, but resolute. "Dare.", she rasped, voice shaking.

Tumbles gave a small smile, not altogether a nice one, and slowly churfed, "I dare you... to let me return the favor. You made me feel like a bitch. I dare you to let me make YOU feel like a little girl.".

Mama-Bear shrugged and said, "I'll decide after I see what you do if it's enough.".

Tumbles snorted and walked up to Bell. Grabbing her paws in his own, he placed them on her breasts, forcing her to rub them, and press them together. He took her fingers, and teased her own nipples with them. "Play with these, my little Bell-girl.", he churfed as he walked up to Mama-Bear and spoke with her quietly. Mama-Bear nodded and zipped away to get something he had asked for. Bell, her cheeks a furious crimson as she teased her own nipples, let out a soft whimper, "T-tumbles... I didn't do this to you!.", she protested.

"No. You made me feel like... like something helpless and-and... and totally demasculinated!", Tumbles stammered, blushing furiously, "But you didn't have much of a choice... And...", he walked around the circle to Frost, tousling his hair affectionately, "And it took a crazed cat to clean up how... how it felt.", he stuttered, unable to quite admit directly he had liked it. "Fair is fair. Would you leave me there, on the floor, crying, alone?", he asked. Bell cringed and shook her head.

"I know. So I'm bringing you to me Bell. It won't be so bad, we can be 'girls' together.", comforted Tumbles.

Bell, holding her breasts in a self-hug now, looked up, her eyes vulnerable. "Please don't...", she whispered.

"No choice now. Don't worry... I'll be gentle. It's probably your first time. But what were you saying earlier, about taking out the bot?", Tumbles continued to soothe, changing the subject before she could figure out his intentions. Bell sniffled and shivered, trying to pull herself together. "I think that one is in charge. If we get that thing off the ship or something, and kill it, maybe the others will break.".

Before anybody could talk more of it, Mama-Bear came back, a pair of pink satin panties, a lace-teddy with no crotch, also pink, and a bottle of mascara in her paws. She set them down, and Tumbles, with a sigh, got back to business.

"Lets see if I can be a burly manly coon, and if you can be a prissy, bitchy little badger, huh? Put this on.", he demanded, handing the teddy to Bell. She fumbled with it awhile, eventually pulling it on, crying silently as it clung to her body, feeling more naked than she had been without it, her lower parts starting to get very moist, and, more noticeably, her cock poking straight out of where the teddy's crotch-hole began.

Tumbles grabbed her by her scruff, twisting Hard and pushing her to her knees. He laid his cock across her snout and purrled gently, "Does my little Tinkerbell want to sucky on a cock before she puts her make-up on?". Bell shivered and her cock twitched as she started to moan loudly, shaking her head and shutting her eyes tight.

Holding the mascara, Tumbles stood before Bell, holding his cocktip against her nose, one paw gripping her muzzle's underside. "Kiss, little badger-bitch. Just one, as practice for when you find yourself a nice boyfriend or husband to take care of you and make your tummy all full of little badgers someday.", he whispered, getting a soft cry of despair from her as she puckered up and kissed the head of his cock, her sobs becoming less and less quiet. After she kissed him, Tumbles applied the mascara, walking her through how to do it, quickly making it apparent that the raccoon had more practice at this than Bell did.

"Adorable!", declared Tumbles, looking down at the crying badger as his friends watched with wide eyes, some of them realizing they had missed something about these two somewhere, the rest wondering if they had a real enmity for each other. "Panties and skirt next, over the teddy.", he instructed.

Bell obeyed, kneeling before Tumbles when she was dressed, her skirt lifted in the front from her cock.

"Awww... my little Tinkerbell likes it!", he churfed, holding her skirt up and pumping his paw over her length through the panties a couple times, interrupting her humiliated crying with moans and gasps of pleasure.

"You see, to feel like a proper bitch, you need a few things.", Tumbles explained, yanking her panties down to her knees, "Like the feeling of soft, silky undergarments holding your thighs or ankles together. Hold you're skirt up and waddle you're way to Frost."

In a torrent of sniffling, heartfelt sobs of crushed pride, Bell obeyed, her cocktip visible and dribbling pre-cum as she waddled to Frost on her knees.

"Next, you need to lower your head, and lift you're rump.", ordered Tumbles.

Again, Bell obeyed, going to that place Tumbles went when he had been in her position.

"Good girl. Now lift that tail, nice and slow. Show Doc and the others what a breedable little badger bitch you are.", Tumbles taunted in a soft voice, slapping her ass when she obeyed, her tail at full mast. "Birthing hips!", he exclaimed as her body went limp.

Bell laid her chin on the floor in humiliation, looking up at Frost with tear-filled eyes. She mouthed an apology to him, between her heaving cries, and lowered her ears fully as Tumbles spoke again, "A girl like you needs to be on her back. C'mon Bell, panties up, Missionary position.".

The badger rolled over dociley, tail laid out flat on the floor, thighs lifted and spread, her cock making a bulge in her panties. "Frost... would you lay you're cock against her snout?", Frost blinked, and nodded softly, seeing Bell nod at him herself, giving a silent okay; her self-imposed punishment for failing him earlier... but it didn't stop her from whimpering and blushing further as she felt the warm length of her own bitch resting across the bridge of her muzzle.

Tumbles, acutely aware of what he was doing to Bell, having been there himself moments ago, caressed her cheek in his paw. He looked up and called out softly, "Doc, hold her left leg. Cuddle it. Syne, her left. Cosyne, nuzzle her chest. Let her know what a wonderful badger girl we think she is.". They paused only a second before realizing from the tone in his voice that he was being concerned, not sadistic. Each scrambled to hold her, to comfort her, as Tumbles took his place between her thighs. Slicking a thumb with his spit, he slowly stuck it up her tight tailhole, making her squeal and start to actually bawl in humiliation, never having been penetrated by anything but herself before.

Pausing a second and wiggling his thumb around in her tailhole, Tumbles asked, "Do you feel like a 'girl', like a bitch?", he asked.

"Oh... oh god-yes!", she squealed between sobs, her panties dampened around her lips and her throbbing cocktip.

"Then the dare is done... tell me, Bell-girl, do you want me to take you anyways?". asked the raccoon in a gentle voice.

Bell's lower lip trembled, and she felt herself let go of her last speck of pride when she nodded, unable to say what she wanted. "O-oh god...", she whispered between sobs of humiliation as her friends pulled her legs apart, "Oh god, oh god...", she squealed before biting down on her lower lip.

"Good Girl.", churfed Tumbles soothingly as he pulled her panties aside fully and slowly stuffed his cock inside her wet, tight, lustfully swollen cunt. A jet of cum spurted from her cock over her upturned dress, and she let out a high-pitched cry as her Raccoon friend hilted inside her. "My turn.", he whispered, leaning forward to rub her muzzle back and forth against Frost's cock before starting to hump.

It didn't take long. After the badger came, Tumbles followed, pulling out at the last second to splatter his seed all over her tailhole. As the circle reformed, and Bell slowly, after many tight hugs, crawled to the center of the circle, leaving a puddle behind her, Tanjent re-entered the room on a leash on all fours, guided by her keeper. She crawled to the puddle and lapped it up with a whimper, more self-conscious of herself this time. When done cleaning all involved, and hugging Bell because it looked like she needed it, she mrew-whined, "Guys... stop makin' messes! I need to get this stuff done or we'll be here forever, an I don't want to spend it all in diapers!"

With that, she gave Bell's face a rather smelly lick, and crawled back to her workshop, lead by Mama-Tanjent.