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Coyote in Supermax

By Zrathie

Vex was sitting on a prison bus with about twenty other inmates. The coyote was on the way to the most advanced Supermax prisons in the country. He wasn't a criminal, but he was going undercover. The Company had tasked Vex to get information out of a fox double agent serving a life sentence for selling state secrets. After being processed into the prison system, he would be assigned as the vulpine's cellmate by the prison's AI computer and gain the fox's confidence.

The coyote watched as the tall walls of the prison came into view. The prison was placed in a valley surrounded by twin concrete walls surrounding the main building in a hexagonal shape. The bunker-like building looked like it was built for war, with narrow windows like embrasures set in the grey concrete. The bus drove towards the first gate, and after it passed the checkpoint, it moved into the inner area.

The bus stopped, and the guards barked, ordering them off the bus and to line up in the courtyard. The prisoners were counted and then marched into a reception area. Vex and the other prisoners were made to strip. Their jumpsuits were placed into a laundry basket. They were searched and made to bend over but thankfully not penetrated, then commanded to peel down their sheaves to show they weren't hiding anything down there. It was a demeaning process, and Vex was glad he was only a "tourist" and not serving a term.

They were lined up, and one by one, a guard escorted them into another room. A prisoner would disappear into the room, and a few minutes later, the guard would return to get the next prisoner. Soon it was Vex's turn. The coyote walked into the room. Inside was a yellow X printed on the floor, and on the other side was a control booth.

"Stand on the X", barked the wolf guard.

Vex complied and stood nude on the X marked on the floor. The guard pressed a button, and something dropped on top of Vex, blinding him. The mass moved and wrapped around his body. He tried tugging at it, but the sludge slipped past his fingers. He gasped as the living rubber pulled away from his face. He looked down and saw he was wearing a bright orange shiny rubber jumpsuit. It encased him up to his neck with his fingers and toes in individual sleeves. Written on the left of his chest was a barcode with his prison number "674839".

"Prisoner 674839, contained. Starting induction procedure," came a voice projected into his mind.

Suddenly Vex found his body moving on its own. He was just a passenger as the suit made him walk towards the room's far end. There was a set of armoured automatic doors. On the floor, written at the entrance, was a warning stating no creatures other than prisoners were allowed beyond this point. The bunker-like doors slammed open, and Vex walked inside the prison.

This room held the other inmates that had just arrived. It was a living nightmare. The creatures dressed in orange latex uniforms stood in alcoves along two walls. Their muzzles were gagged, and three tubes were plugged into their muzzles. Judging by how their throats convulsed, they were force-fed by the machines.

"Hey, wait!" yelled Vex.

The machine approached a free alcove. Vex could closer look at the force-feeding muzzle; It was made of black latex and attached to a robot arm. As the arm raised the muzzle up, the coyote could see the inside; it had a phallic-looking bulb and twin nostril tubes. In a snap movement, one only a machine could produce, the muzzle shot forward. The rubber had opened like a flower for a brief moment. Then the tubes invaded Vex's nostrils, and the bulb slid into his mouth. With a floomph sound, the living rubber grabbed his snout. It didn't give him a chance to resist before it wrapped around his cheeks and then the back of his head.

The nostril hoses burned for a moment until his invaded nose got used to them. His body was held still by the bio-suit during the ordeal. He could see the three hoses leading to an outlet in the wall. The robot arm let go, and Vex jolted and whipped his neck, the only part of his body under his control. He tried to dislodge the muzzle or the pipes leading into the wall. There was enough slack in the hoses to keep them from tugging on the wall, and moving his head made the tubes in his nose irritate his nasal passages. Finally, Vex stopped his struggle, puffing in and out air through his air pipe.

"Prisoner 674839, Welcome to bio-suit acclimation and engagement. I am a bio-suit. A bio-suit is a living latex construct designed for safe materials handling, medical roles and, in this instance, smart-prison captivity," said the bio-suit.

Vex couldn't exactly reply, but he listened on.

"I am not only your uniform but a prisoner containment, reeducation, toileting and bathing and restraint system. You look like you could use a drink. The feeding and watering muzzle you're wearing is like those installed in your cell," explained the bio-suit.

Water began to flow down one of the tubes until Vex could feel it pour into his muzzle. Vex began to gulp down the water, not trusting the machine to prevent him from choking.

"While masturbation is forbidden in our facility. Orgasms are allowed when used as rewards for compliance and as part of your training. Therefore, I will now calibrate my edging and orgasm-denial clutching ring," said the bio-suit.

"Murrth!" mumbled Vex, nearly choking on his water.

The machine stopped the flow until the coyote could breathe then the flow of water resumed. The bio-suit began to touch Vex's sheath. The rubber had shifted and formed a tighter rubber ring than the latex surrounding his sheath. Vex couldn't do anything to stop the machine. The band was stretchy and squeezed his sheath like a clutching doughnut hole. It rippled up and down his sheath, teasing and rubbing. Vex focused on gulping the water and tried to ignore the sensation.

At first, Vex was somewhat successful in keeping himself flaccid. The machine was blindly rubbing him at a slow, constant place. He had a brief moment where his tip breached his sheath, but he soon got himself back under control. The ring seemed to react to his loss of arousal by changing its pattern. It still stroked up and down, but now it randomly stopped at a spot and rapidly worked back and forth. The suit was getting better at touching him. Then, by accident, the bio-suit stumbled across a sensitive location on his sheath.

Vex grew erect after a few repeated clutches at that hot spot. Finally, the water flow stopped and was replaced with a mushy slop that tasted bland. The coyote ate the meal, not like he had a choice in the matter while the bio-suit worked his cock up to a full erection. The pipe would dole out a mouthful of mush and wait until he swallowed it before dispensing another. The alcove next to the Vex, he heard a muffled cry. The bio-suits must be doing this to all of them.

The coyote's cock was throbbing, and his knot had just popped out into the clutching rubber. The clutch ring pressed at the top of his knot, pressing down and stretching over it. He was just about to cum. The ring slid backwards from the base of his knot to the tip of his cock. It stopped to rub at the sensitive spots it had found along his penis. It was as if it was ticking them off on a checklist. Then, it stopped. Nothing, the rubber was now just a tight condom covering his maleness.

"I have found a few of your weak spots. But, for now, you better cool off with some more water," said the bio-suit.

Vex was forced to drink again. At least it washed the taste of the gruel out of his maw. Vex could hear one of the other inmates yelling as they were marched in by their bio-suit. They were soon silenced as they were plugged into their feeding muzzle. Another creature walked out of the room after its muzzle was removed. They were not as animated as the first inmate. Vex was embarrassed by his hardon, and it took a while for his sex drive to calm down again. The water flow stopped just as the last of his boner had retreated into his sheath.

The robot arm came down and grasped the muzzle. Then the living latex muzzle opened with a squeaky creak and carefully unseated its bulb from Vex's maw and the nasal tubes from his nose. Vex coughed and gulped in air as the suit moved him towards the exit. He was marched down the corridor, passing a few restrained creatures still in their alcoves; one was sporting a boner. This just confirmed that sexual teasing was a typical process. He soon left the room.

The suit marched Vex into a new room. It had two waterfall walls on the left and right sides of the room, and the back wall was concrete. A constant flow of water was running down from grates in the ceiling. He was made to sit on a bench positioned in the centre of the room. The automatic door slammed closed behind him, and the bio-suit released its grip on his body. Vex stood up and looked around, it was just him in the room, and the door didn't even have a handle. He sat back down on the bench.

"Prisoner 674839, wait here until we assign you to your cell," said the bio-suit.

The room was bathed in dappled light. Blotchy light shone through tiled drain channels where the cascading water met with the floor. Water cascaded down the stainless steel walls that were slightly sloped inwards. Tickles and dripping sounds filled the room. It was a constant sound. Looking up to the roof, the light cast by the drain gutter lights constantly rippled, making the room feel like he was underwater.

He had no reference for the time in the windowless space, but he estimated an hour had passed since he had been left here. The room seemed to be designed to make creatures desperate to pee. The massive amount of fluid he was forced to drink during his induction filtered to his bladder. His bladder was filling swiftly with the constant sounds of water filling the room, adding to his need.

The door opened again, and in walked a fox. He was slim with a swimmer's build. The orange bio-suit he was wearing made no attempt at hiding his balls and sheath. The creature didn't have any shame as he was led over to the bench. Then again, he had no choice if his bio-suit was in charge. Once he was closer, Vex could see their prison number. It was 456972.

Once he was seated, he took a reclining position on the bench and turned to look at the coyote.

"You look new," asked the fox.

"Yeah, I just arrived," said Vex.

There was no sense in bullshitting. Vex watched as the fox's legs trembled; it was if he wanted to close them.

"I've got some bad news for you, kid. These suits are not coming off," said the fox.

Vex gulped. It was becoming clear that the room was, in fact, designed for what he thought it was. His bladder urges were now at the point where he would have been seeking out a toilet. But, unfortunately, it wouldn't take long before his needs got worse. Vex was distracted from his need to pee by movement across the way. The fox suddenly drew his legs closed and crossed them; he balled up his rubber-coated hand paws, making the rubber creak and squeak under strain.

"Do you need to pee?" asked Vex.

He regretted the silly question as soon as it passed his lips. The fox let out a snort but still engaged with the coyote.

"My eyes must be yellow just by how full I am. I've been holding it since this morning," the fox said.

"Why, if they won't let you out of that thing?" asked Vex.

The fox squirmed in place, swapping legs and dubbing over.

"It's the only way to fuck with the system," the fox said.

His voice hissed past his clenched lips. The fox rocked back and forth, grabbing the bench tightly. The sound of creaking rubber communicated the vulpine's desperate state more than words could. Suddenly the fox's legs were spread wide apart. Both hand paws dove down to his sheath and squealed as they grasped down over it. The leg movements didn't seem voluntary on behalf of the fox by the way his knees trembled, and the snarl escaped his muzzle.

The fox struggled, his tail lashing out. Its rubber coating made a thack sound on the bench behind him. Shortly later, his left-hand paw slowly moved away from his privates. The suit must be forcing the movement. Vex watched as the prisoner was allowed a little slack in his arm. An invisible elastic where the fox could strain and thrust his hand paw back to its previous position only for the suit to wrench it away. His left hand paw ended up laying on his left knee.

The suit wasn't done with the fox. Next, it forced his grasping and clasping right paw away from his flaccid sheath. His fingers squeaked as he tried to grip his thigh as the suit pulled his arm away. Soon he was left forced to sit in an open-legged position with both hand paws cupping his knees. The fox's chest heaved as he puffed through clenched teeth. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes as tears rolled down from them.

Vex couldn't help but stare as the vulpine prisoner began pissing himself. Vex saw a bubble appear at the tip of the fox's sheath. It looked like a condom filled only in an unbroken stream and much faster. The bubble shifted to the left as another began expanding. Vex followed the piss bubble as it moved around behind the fox. More bubbles were following. The fox put a racehorse to shame at the pressure and quantity of piss he produced. Just how long had this fox been doing this, stretching his bladder through holding.

As soon as the fox had stopped wetting his bio-suit, the suit took control and moved the vulpine prisoner towards the door.

"I suppose this is goodbye, for now. My name is Seth, by the way. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon," said the fox.

Vex was a little concerned if this was some vague threat, but Seth's tone sounded friendly enough. Finally, the door opened, and the fox walked out of the room. Vex realised he had his legs tightly closed as the door shut again. His bladder was throbbing now, and he reckoned he didn't have long to last. The coyote wasn't excited to pee his pants, but at the same token, he was alone and didn't know when he would have this privacy again.

The coyote slowly spread his legs and looked down at his sheath. It was shrinkwrapped in orange rubber; he could see the heft of each ballsack and his entire sheath. The suit was so tight, but it was still comfortable. There wasn't any tugging on his fur or nipping creases in the rubber. Vex bit his lower lip as he tried to overcome his years of toilet training and pee. It took a few minutes before he let out a three-second burst of pee. He was leaning forward, watching what the suit would do with this release. Like with Seth, the bio-suit collected his piss in a rubber bulge. He watched as the bubble moved down his sheath and across his lap, eventually travelling behind him.

He was acutely monitoring for any sense of dampness in his fur or skin. But he was as dry as when the suit was dumped over him. He let another longer squirt of pee out and repeated his observations. By now, Vex really needed to go. The piecemeal leaks weren't cutting it any longer. He opened his bladder and began flooding the bio-suit; even this increased load didn't overwhelm the bio-suit. It just sectioned off bubbles of coyote piss and moved the bulges across his body. The piss was sealed in an envelope between the outside of the bio-suit and his fur.

After his pee, the bio-suit took control over his body. He was moved like a puppet across the room and into the prison corridors. He hoped that Seth was wrong about the bio-suits not coming off. Surely there would be a toilet in his cell. The prison was gloomy; the grey concrete walls were lit by lights spaced far apart. Every so often, he would walk through a set of doors that would open automatically as he approached. Occasionally he walked past another inmate. Dressed in their own tight rubber bio-suit. Their bio-suits were like prisons within a prison.

There was a deer inmate and then a zebra inmate. The creatures didn't talk; they kept their heads down and eyes cast forward. It wasn't until Vex came face to face with a wolf prisoner that he found a more animated convict. The door opened to a new section, and Vex saw him. The black-furred wolf was more restrained than any other creature he had encountered. His arms were wrapped across his chest. His bio-suit covered them thickly, making a formless mound across his upper body.

A muffled snarl came up from behind the wolf's muzzled maw. His deep green eyes were devoid of any mirth and made Vex shiver. Instead, a boiling rage made the air thick with tension. The wolf kept snarling as he was made to pass by Vex in the corridor. The coyote was glad when the door shut behind him. Vex let out a sigh. He hoped his fox target wasn't as fierce as that inmate. It seemed the bio-suit was taking Vex to one of the cell blocks. The last marking on the wall was for Block F.

Vex moved towards the cellblock he had been assigned. He was helpless to stop the bio-suit that made him walk towards a door segmenting the prison. Block G was printed on the wall as he passed the automatic doors. Inside there was a common area surrounded on three sides by cells. There were five doors on each wall totalling fifteen cells. Vex eyed the rest of the common area; there were stainless steel benches and table sets in the central zone. The fox from before, Seth, was sitting at a table; there was a small gym with weights benches, barbells, and gym mats. A TV had been hung up, and several prisoners were sitting in chairs watching it.

The inmates milled around, working out and relaxing. Only a few viewed Vex with casual interest as he was marched toward his cell. The inmates all seemed to be coyotes or foxes in this block. No wonder Seth had said he would be seeing him again. They all wore an orange bio-suit and seemed free to hang out in this space. Finally, Vex was placed in cell 06. The door was already open, and he was brought inside, and the suit returned his body to his control.

There were two beds; one was made, and the other was stripped. A blanket, pillow and sheet were neatly stacked on the stripped bed. Two food/water alcoves had the muzzle and robot arms Vex had already been introduced to. The room was set up to have two sides with one bed and one feeding/watering alcove on the right and left of the cell. Concerningly there wasn't a toilet.

"You must be my new coyote," came a voice.

Vex turned around and saw his target. It was the fox, Luke, who was standing in the doorway. The fox was slightly taller and had a slim, sleek frame. Luke's rubber-covered tail wagged, betraying an excitement at seeing his new cellmate.

"I'm Vex. The suit brought me here. Is this your, I mean our cell?" asked Vex.

"Yeah, we don't get to choose our cellmates. I'm Luke," said the fox.

"Wait, what do you mean by your coyote?" asked Vex.

"I don't mean anything by it. I just knew the prison would assign me a coyote. The computer that runs this place keeps a one-to-one ratio of coyotes and foxes in each cell in this cell block," said Luke.

Luke walked over to his side of the cell and leaned back on the wall. Then, much to Vex's surprise, the fox began pissing himself. He could hear the tinkle of urine into the fox's bio-suit. Vex pretended not to listen to it and began making his bed.

The first night was eventful, to say the least. Vex could hardly sleep. The bio-suit would keep stroking his cock up to just under the climax point and stop until he started to get the slightest bit flaccid. Vex was held flat on the bed; he could not move his hand paws to his sex and get himself off. Vex could hear Luke panting and gulping as well. The two didn't look at each other, but Vex was sure his cellmate was kept as hard and helpless under his blanket.

A chime sounded at the start of the wake-up call. The bio-suits moved Vex and Luke out of their beds and upon their foot paws. It was soon evident both males were hard and frustrated. Luke's knotted cock was outlined by the glossy orange rubber of their bio-suit, and Vex knew his maleness was as well.

"Cellmate acclimation and engagement program session one. Prisoner 674839, In ten seconds, you will approach your cellmate and give them a kiss. Any attempt at biting or spitting will be punished," Announced the bio-suit.

Vex was worried at the mention of biting. Would the bio-suit really bring him closer to kiss? "Kiss him?" Did the bio-suit really just say that?

Vex wasn't allowed any more time to think as the bio-suit moved both individual prisoners closer. Luke's flexible canine tongue was already on Vex's lips. The coyote wasn't ready for such passion from a stranger, let alone his cellmate. His lips quickly parted, allowing the flirty fox to explore the inside of his maw. The surprise kept Vex from resisting and kept calm for the few moments of passionate kissing from his cellmate. He could feel how eager to kiss Luke was as if his life depended on it.

"Mrrtpt!" Vex tried to speak.

The suit had come alive around his cock, stroking with its clutching ring of morphic rubber. It stroked him quickly. Just as he braced himself for the machine to stop, it continued. Luke moaned and began sucking on Vex's tongue. It then dawned on Vex why the other creature was so eager to follow this kissing order. Their maws parted as Vex felt his pent-up cock finally allowed to cum.

"Thank fuck," muttered Luke under his breath.

The first rope of 'yote cream' shot into Vex's suit, and he assumed it was the same for the fox. Vex was lost to pleasure as pulse after pulse of his seed was taken by his bio-suit. The fox was creaming himself as well. Vex could see his load being collected into rubber bubbles by his suit.

"Cellmate acclimation and engagement program session one: Success," said the bio-suit.

"Sorry for being so forward. It's the only way this thing will let us cum while we're cellmates. Thanks for not freaking out on me," said Luke.

Vex didn't even realise he had been allowed to move under his own control again. He felt the wall behind him that he had backed into. Vex was relieved he could move, and so could Luke from his body language. Both creatures seemed to be embarrassed by their forced orgasm display.

"Now that we've broken the pubertal ice, what bullshit reason did the Company tell you to get you to come here voluntarily?" asked the fox.

It took all of Vex's training not to break his face control and instead act confused.

"Company? I'm in here for murder," replied Vex.

The fox didn't look convinced.

"Look... whatever, be a good boy scout and maintain your cover story. Just know that Samson told me I was going undercover to get intel on a double agent coyote. That was months ago, it turns out that the otter was just getting me out of his way to get promoted," said Luke.

"Look, fox, you're paranoid. I don't know you or this Samson dude. So just chill," said Vex.

"Yeah, Yeah," said Luke before walking over to his food/water alcove.

The fox was on to him! What did he do wrong? Vex worked to suppress his panic and walked over to his own alcove. He let the machine muzzle him and began drinking water. The device soon switched to its "food" slurry then back to the water. Vex noted that the machine didn't supply the excessive fluid it did yesterday.

The fox had rattled him by naming his boss. He was a double agent, so it made sense that Luke knew a few people in the Company. Samson had been promoted recently, but Luke had just guessed that, right? He was just trying to get a reaction out of him. Even if it was just a micro-expression. Would it prove to him that he was a spy and blow his cover?

Vex left the cell. He had a duel problem. He needed to piss and was starting to need to open his bowels. Vex discretely searched the common area for any semblance of a toilet. The nearest thing he found was a washing station for his muzzle and head. It was a sink and a shower head on a flexible pipe. He used the device to wash his face and head; it was a chance to discreetly wet himself. Vex let loose his morning piss as he washed his head in the sink. He moved over to a tethered fur dryer and began to blow dry his exposed fur. He wasn't ready to openly piss his bio-suit like Luke was, nor was he determined to resist like Seth.

The rest of the morning was spent giving his target a wide berth. Vex was half expecting his first report to be his last. But unfortunately, his target was just too paranoid. He ended up playing dominoes with another coyote inmate. He was a grey and brown 'yote who seemed nice enough. He could have been a killer for all he knew, but he wasn't here to spy on the other inmates. Around noon, his belly grew uncomfortable, but Vex ignored his abdominal distress.

The bio-suit suddenly took control, and he was marched out of the cellblock. The other inmates didn't pay him any mind. This must be a common occurrence judging by the lack of reaction. Vex was led down several corridors coming to what looked like a communal area. He walked past barred walls and saw some latex-clad creatures playing pool in a shared room. Vex walked past the doors and onwards. The coyote hoped he would stop somewhere when he could use an actual toilet. But instead, he was led to a new set of doors.

The automatic door opened, and Vex walked into the room. The floor sloped downwards towards a screen on the far wall. Eight rows of hefty leather and metal seats spaced out in six columns with an aisle between the third and fourth sets of chairs. Vex was made to move to the fourth row from the front of the screen. He sat down on the right-hand side of the room in the aisle seat. He could see to his right in the chair closest to the wall was another creature.

It was a fox, Seth, from his cell block. The red fox eyed him with a regretful look. It was as if they were about to undergo some shared suffering together. Vex looked down at the screen at the end of the room. There was also a roof-mounted projector hanging down from the ceiling. Was this a dull movie session? Vex imagined that movies censured for prison would be pretty bland and vanilla.

"We have to stop meeting like this," came a voice.

Vex looked over at the fox next to him.

"Hey, Vex, was it?" asked Seth.

News travels fast here. Seth peered at him with his cat-like vulpine eyes. Vex didn't detect any aggression in his voice, so he nodded his confirmation.

"Since you're a fish here, I will give you a heads up about what's going down," said the fox.

Vex had studied prison slang, so he knew the term fish meant a new inmate in prison. He flicked his ears towards Seth to show he was paying attention.

"The lights are about to go dim, and they will put on a shitty movie," said the fox.

Despite how it might provoke him, Vex couldn't help but roll his eyes at the fox's remark.

Seth chuckled.

"I mean that we'll both be shitting ourselves," he said.

Vex turned his attention back on the screen. He assumed the fox was just messing with him. Vex did need to shit, though; the urge had been growing all morning. He had hoped that this adventure out into this new prison section would yield a chance to use an actual toilet, but his hopes were fading. The lights dimmed, and the projector turned on. The opening credits played for a movie adaptation for a popular sitcom. It was then Vex noticed a strange floral scent in the room. It was pleasant and entirely out of place for a prison.

It wasn't long into the movie's first act that the aroma had dissipated. Vex could feel his bowels begin to gurgle and bloat. He was starting to get a more urgent urge to visit the restroom. He casually tried to shift his weight in the seat, but the bio-suit held his body seated from his neck down. His rear was spread wide by his open legs. His tail had been passed through the hole in the seatback. His posture was much like when he was using the lavatory. Vex shook his head. He would find an actual toilet before anything happened.

"Prisoner 674839, you shouldn't listen to prisoner 456972. You have been dosed with bio-spores. Bio-spores work as a laxative of sorts. The bio-spores convert the energy found in your blood sugar and body fat in faecal matter that fills your lower intestines and encourages a bowel movement," said the bio-suit.

Vex gulped as his urge to visit the little coyote's room steadily worsened. Someone or something had turned on the tap inside his lower intestines and pumped him full. His abdomen was soon overcome by cramping. Vex looked across at Seth, who shot him a snigger. This told the coyote the fox knew what he was talking about. A gurgling-rumbling sound shot from Vex and the fox next to him. It seemed the bio-spores were affecting them both.

"You feeling it?" asked Seth.

Vex nodded before he gulped, trying to suppress his cramping insides. But, unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do. His legs were locked open, and there was no way to squeeze down on his tail star. Moreover, the seating arrangements placed a diabolical strain on his coyote pucker.

"I never choose to shit these things on willingly," said the fox.

Seth gritted his teeth and shuddered as much as his bio-suit allowed.

"They gotta force me," he said.

"Prisoner 674839, this first bio-spore dosage is considered part of your bio-suit acclimation and engagement. Any further attempts at holding your bowels will be considered mal-compliance, and you will be punished further," said Vex's bio-suit.

Vex could feel his anal sprinter spasm. It wouldn't be long before his body would just give out. The fox was in the same state; his rubber-coated abdominal muscles convulsed and tautened. Vex wasn't going to surrender like he did when pissing this thing. But he just couldn't take the cramping any more and relaxed his anal muscles. He let out a thick turd, but the bio-suit had already contained it. He could feel tight rubber around his rear end but nothing else. Vex continued to shit himself, letting go and giving in to the impulse to void. The bio-suit was collecting his stool much like his urine or cum from this morning. He could feel the shit wrapped up in contained rubber bubbles travel up to the small of his back. He didn't feel it streaking into his fur or anything revolting. Instead, it was collected and separated from the suit layer closest to his coat and skin.

"See, I can handle your toileting both sanitarily and efficiently," said the bio-suit.

While being forced to mess himself next to someone was demeaning, emptying his bowels and the end of the painful cramping was more critical. As Vex passed the last of his stool, he looked across at Seth. He was shaking and had his lips curled back into a snarl. Spittle surged out from between clenched teeth as he battled his own bodily functions.

The fox let out a gulp of air as he began to shit his suit. The tortured expression dropped as he expelled his stool. Vex couldn't help but stare as the fox's scat, wrapped up in the living latex, ascended up to his back into what must be the suit's processing centre. This only lasted a few minutes until the fox began to catch his breath from gulping pants. Both creatures began to relax after the shameful display of loss of bathroom control.

"Malicious compliance, baby!" said Seth.

Vex just took in some more air. Inhaling deeply into his nose before breathing out of his maw. The coyote let his eyes drift shut as he recovered from his ordeal.

"I've been doing this for months, only going when they force this treatment. There's not m-" said Seth.

Floomph!

The sudden sound cut off Seth's voice and startled Vex out of his quiet meditation. The coyote wheeled his head around to see the fox. There was now a gas mask over his muzzle and head. Vex could see the living rubber straps finish fusing solid. The bio-suit kept Seth still beside his head that shook back and forth. It was too late. The gasmask was locked on tight.

"What the fuck!" yelled Seth.

His voice came out muffled from behind the twin filters on the gas mask. The gasmask hissed. From the way, Seth suddenly held his breath. He didn't want to breathe whatever was being let inside his sealed mask. Vex could see a pair of little twin rubber canisters fixed to both sides of his mask just under the clear face window. The look in Seth's eyes grew more desperate until he gulped in heavy breaths. His breath hissed past the filters for a couple of minutes until he caught his breath again.

"Prisoner 674839, prisoner 456972 was given a punishment dose of bio-spores for inciting rebellious behaviour," said the bio-suit.

Seth had been given a second dose of the stuff that had made them both shit themselves. Vex couldn't help but stare at the glowingly desperate fox. Seth went through the seven stages of grief; the first was denial. He muttered that he couldn't shit his pants again because his bowels were empty. Next came anger; Seth swore and raged for a couple of minutes. Bargaining was next; he talked to what Vex assumed was his bio-suit, promising he wouldn't resist the system anymore. Then came depression; with the negotiations with the bio-suit not working, Seth went quiet and looked at the back of the seat in front of him. Lastly was acceptance.

While this was going on, Vex could hear the fox's gurgling and protesting bowels. Finally, Seth ended up shitting himself as much as the first time. Vex was amazed that the stuff they had given the fox made him shit solids and not watery diarrhoea. It was as if Seth hadn't just emptied his bowel less than half an hour before. There were no excited cries from the prisoner after the deed was done.

The lights turning on took Vex by surprise. He had forgotten all about the movie; it played the ending credits. Vex was made to stand by his bio-suit and walked out of the room. He couldn't turn his head enough to see what was happening to Seth. He gave up trying and let the bio-suit take him where it wanted him to go.

"Prisoner 674839, I hope you will come to accept your toileting arrangements. This facility has eliminated the security loophole of the prisoners' toilet. This means cell destruction, hiding, smuggling and disposal of contraband using toilets or your body cavities are unavailable to you," said the bio-suit.

Vex was soon back in his cellblock. But, while he was relieved, he had opened his bowels; he wasn't excited about his bathroom arrangements. Although he had his mission to focus on. The sooner he got some information out of his target, the sooner he would be out of this bio-suit. After that, he would just have to revert to his training. He had time; they were not going anywhere.

The forced morning kisses had been growing more passionate. Vex was enjoying the fox's affection. This morning there had been no edging by the bio-suits, but as they kissed and licked, they both had grown aroused all the same. They were being conditioned, but to what end. Their lips parted, and the bio-suit milked them each to climax. Vex wanted to be close to the fox, so he reached for Luke instead of moving away post-climax. The fox pulled him into a tight hug. Vex nuzzled into Luke's neck.

"They don't deserve your loyalty, coyote. You have been here seven days, and they haven't arranged contact. They told me they would be in touch every three days," purred Luke.

Vex trembled at the mention of three days; he had been told the same. He pressed harder into Luke's embrace. The last few days had been very stressful for the coyote. He had started to doubt his mission, and the fox had not given up his belief that Vex worked for the Company. While true, it wouldn't help him complete the task. He needed to talk to his handler. But, unfortunately, there was no way to make a phone call.

Suddenly Vex and Luke were forced apart. Vex's bio-suit began marching him first out of his cell and then out of doors into the prison corridors. The bio-suit navigated to an area of the prison he had not been in before. The grey hallways all looked the same with no labels. Finally, Vex came to a row of doors in a long hallway. The automatic door opened to one of them, and Vex was brought inside.

The room was a small interrogation room. It had a steel desk, steel chair and two office chairs on casters. Vex was made to sit in the steel chair. The door rushed closed, and the bio-suit released its control over his body. Vex was made to wait; he decided to let loose his morning piss not long later. There was no reason to torture himself. The piss bubbles were collected by his bio-suit. The coyote wondered if this was his meeting with an agent from the Company.

He had some more time to stew in his thoughts. Then, the door rushing open snapped Vex back to reality. Luke walked into the room. He was no longer dressed in the skin-tight rubber bio-suit but in a black business suit with a solid red tie. The fox smiled and looked at Vex with bright eyes. He took out an object and placed it on the table. It was a badge with an ID card inside. Vex picked it up and took a closer look; it was Vex's badge from the Company. The card had been updated from "In training" to "Agent" this meant he had completed his first solo assignment and was now a full-fledged agent.

"Congratulations, Vex, you passed your last test," said Luke.

Vex looked up at the fox wide-eyed.

"Yes, this wasn't a real assignment. Just a final test. It was designed to be uncomfortable and test both your resolve and resistance to Romeo agents," said Luke.

Luke clicked his tongue.

"My vulpine kisses have broken a few candidates before. You did well to last a week being made to believe you were abandoned," he said.

Vex couldn't believe it. He had done it; he was an agent for the Company.