* Serykins climbs up onto zaisan's head and makes pooting noises

* elise (~elise@c-75-65-37-51.hsd1.la.comcast.net) has joined #dirtyfurs
<zaisan> hey hey hey
<elise> HEY BITCH
<elise> WHY
<elise> ON EARTH
<elise> ARE YOU
<elise> NOT WEARING
<elise> A DIAPER
* elise ---> at Zaisan
<zaisan> I uh err uh what D:
* zaisan holds his pooting Seryhat down and slides unceremoniously under the couch.
* zaisan <--- like an amoeba

* Serykins maos

* elise reaches under the couch and drags zai out by his tail >:|
<zaisan> .____.;; ow ow ow ow

* Serykins demands rescuing ;-;

<elise> It's time to abuse the skunkcub :| and his seryhat
<zaisan> Leave me out of this ;_; put Sery in a diaper, she's the one that's naked, at least I have the decency to put on a shirt :|

<Serykins> HEY NO
<Serykins> I'm always naked. >:[
<Serykins> Tinies are supposed to be naked. >:[

* elise harumphs, "Oh nonononono, you know what time it is, stinky;" she drags zai by the tail to her overstuffed bag of SUPPLIES.
* zaisan huffs and crosses his arms, wincing painfully as he's dragged .!.

* Serykins hoorahs! Runs off while Elise is distracted!

* elise unzips the bag and straps to zaisan's head a home-made pacifier gag. "That oughta cut out your whinin'."
* zaisan huffs again and accepts the gag, knowing well the futility in struggling against his overpowering sister.
* elise pins him to the spot with a poke in the forehead and a glare, "Don't move."
* elise unzips a side pocket, pulling out an embarrassingly fluffy pink disposable diaper. She carefully unfolds it, and turns to zai and snaps, "Lift your ass."
* zaisan does so begrudgingly, sighing around his paci-gag. After allowing her ample time to slide it beneath him, he sits back down on it (quite noisily).
<elise> Ah-ah-ah! I didn't say you could sit back down >:| Get your ass back off that diaper, I'm not ready to put it on yet.
* elise reaches back into the main compartment of the bag, first drawing out a looooong hose and THE BAG.
* zaisan groans .____.;;

<Kahncub> Oohhhh :D
<Ambiguous> XD
<Ambiguous> The bag o' fun

* elise half-smirks, half-sneers at her brother, "Oh yes. That's right. You know what's coming." She slips the adapter onto the end of the hose and pulls out a bottle of mineral water, clearly tampered with -- evident by it's slightly milky colour and seemingly thick viscosity.
* zaisan mumbles around the gag, "Bag o' fun my ass!"
<elise> (1) "Your ass" is fuckin' right. (2) I didn't tell you you could fuckin' talk.
* elise pours the oily contents of the large water bottle into the enema bag and fastens the hose's adapter to it. "I said get your ass off. that. diaper. ... bitch," she snaps.
* zaisan lifts himself back up off the diaper, instead crouched over it. His tail lifts uncontrollably and he gasps, mumbling, "Bu' I alrea'y hab to go righ' mow -- I don' meed the emema!"
* elise grabs his chin and levels her face to his, "Then this one will actually have something to fuckin' work with. The last cleaning I gave you didn't end up getting anything out of there 'cause you'd already gone." She pushes his face away and hangs the bag on one of the ever-so-convenient racks laying about the channel just for this purpose.
* zaisan sniffles and whines, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes .___. He suckles passively on the muffling foreign object in his mouth.
* elise returns to her sniffling brother and sighs, a tiny spec of compassion in her voice: "You know I do it 'cause I loooove yoooou~"
* zaisan rolls his eyes and stares at the floor, the tears now matting the fur on his cheeks. He bends forward without even being told, lifting his tail for her easy access. He sighs and mumble-whines, "Go ahea'.. ged id ober wiff..."
* elise giggles at her bent and humiliated brother, rounding his backside and presses the tip of the nozzle to his quivering tailhole. "Bear down on it a little, but I swear to fuck if you shit on me you'll regret it," she barks.
* zaisan winces and emits a sob at the cold pressure on his backside. He pushes and thankfully only a puff of air escapes his rectum. He winces as at that instant the cold, thin, not-lubed-enough nozzle makes its sharp intrusion. "Aah-aah--!!"
* elise slaps zai's rear cheeks hard with the palm of her hand. She pouts, "I hadn't even turned on the water yet. You've done this a thousand times, it shouldn't even phase you, you big sniffly baby."
* zaisan gulps and nods, muttering, "Yeth, ma'am..." his tail twitching around the nozzle, now fully buried into his tailhole. His heaving breaths do little to hide his quiet, embarrassed sobbing.

<Ambiguous> Poor skunk. I'm sure his sister will make it all better soon enough. :3
<Kahncub> That's what big sisters are there for!
<Kahncub> To help their baby brothers ;3

* elise winks at Ambi and Kahn. "You betta believe it~" ;3

* Kahncub giggles.
* Ambiguous grins.

* elise unhitches the ratcheted clasp holding the hose closed. Her ears twitch to the all-to-satisfying sound of her home-made cocktail of cold fluid rushes out of the bag, through the nozzle, and into her brother's eagerly awaiting (and very full) colon.
* zaisan 's heaving breaths turn to ragged gasping, the cold liquid blasting it's way into his sensitive innards. It's very temperature combining with the combination of whatever chemicals Elise prefers to have used in her mix already having a profound effect on the urgency of his bowel situation. As his intestines twitch, his muscles contract, and his back arches.. with that, a tiny bit of (now brown-tinted) the fluid leaks out around the nozzle, dribbling in stream down his exposed coinpurse and onto the open diaper beneath his knees.
* elise stands up and squeezes the bag a bit, appalled by zai's leakage -- "HEY! Hold it all in, this cocktail won't work right unless it's ALL in you..."
* zaisan whimpers and nods, still shuddering and gasping for breath. Suddenly he sneezes (!!) and a sharp blast of brown tinted, thickly viscous fluid splatters onto Elise's legs!
<elise> O___O
<elise> ... you so...
<elise> ... did not...
<elise> ... just poop on me.
* zaisan breaks into full-blown crying, not knowing at all what punishment she may have prepared for him. Snot streams down over the pacifier gag, and tears do the same over the bands holding it to his face.

<Ambiguous> He's a fitlhy little baby, isn't he? Can't even control his own poop.
<Kahncub> Well...neither can I *Blushes* But I have diapers always on ^.^;
<Ambiguous> But you're cuter. :3

* zaisan mumbles out between sobbing, "Shuddup!"
* elise delivers another hard smack on the backside, "THAT was for talking! And THIS is for fucking pooping on me.." She reaches back into her bag and pulls out an inflatable plug nozzle for the enema. She bops him on the nose with it, "You better fuckin' LOVE this."
* zaisan 's eyes widen in despair -- he shakes his head, "Mm-mm! Mm-mm! I'll be goo' I promish! Won' habben agai'!"

<Ambiguous> Too late for apologies. Now is the time for action. >:3

* elise glares at Ambi, "That's MY line. Keep it up and you're next," she points the deflated plug in his direction.

* Ambiguous shuts up and watches.

* elise clamps the hose shut once again and pulls the nozzle from his rear, quickly replacing it with her finger. With a free hand (well practiced at this one-handed act) she removes the hose from the original nozzle and attaches it to the plug, now clearly visible to have a tube running through the middle...
* zaisan gasps at the hard insertion of his sister's finger, the sudden warm pressure on his over-sensitive anus (and glands, remember these are skunks we're dealing with ;3) stirs his hitherto sheathed cock into a creeping apparition...
* elise drags a dull claw down the length of his now slightly bulging perineum, to his furry coinpurse. "Good boy.. I knew you'd like it.." She presses her inserted finger deeper into his rectum, filled with a semi-liquid mixture of his warm fertilizer and her own cold, movement-inducing cocktail. She finds and gently massages his prostate, further illiciting quite the reaction in his emboldened nethers...
* zaisan groans with considerably less exasperation than before, eagerly leaning against his sister's hand and grinding onto her finger... His skunkhood slips out quite further, twitching gently with his rapid pulse. The tip dribbles precum out onto the open diaper front not unlike a leaky faucet and he whimpers in time with her slow, massaging finger.
* elise rewards his swift arousal by gently removing her finger, quickly replacing it (with minimal leakage) with the nozzle-attached deflated plug. It slips easily into his slightly stretched and now well-lubed tailhole.
* zaisan sighs, almost relaxedly as the plug is slipped through his rectum. His mind a fog, his colon in near-revolt, practically begging the rest of his body and his trained skunk-pup mind to let it expel it's contents as explosively as possible. He quivers and leans farther forward onto his elbows.
* elise gently squeezes the bulb a few times, just to get the plug to fill her brother's gap. Maybe a couple more than that. Just a few. A small handful. Okay that's good. ... one more. There.
* zaisan quivers again, gasping with each pump.. and wincing as she breaks what he would believe to be his limit. And he returns to whimpering around the pacifier when she goes far beyond it, his once rock-hard phallus now sagging low, but retaining it's rigid thickness, and dribbling out his musky pre.
* elise reaches through his thighs and delicately grips his exposed wiener in one hand while the other unhitches the clasp on the tube, the rushing fluid beginning again. "Mmmm.. you're only getting two bags of fluid, today..."
* zaisan clenches everything again, his confused member flexing quickly back into position at her warm touch, despite his intestines' discomfort at the cool liquid rushing into them again. His tummy gurgles and bubbles, grinding and turning on itself when his eyes go wide and he mumble-shouts around his paci-gag, "... doo? DOO BAGS?! I can' dake DAT mush!"
* elise rolls her eyes and pops his ass with a free hand and gives his cock a tight, affectionate squeeze, "Fine. But you owe me two bags next week, and you better hold in your number two's for at least two days up until then... I want a productive mess, little boy."
* zaisan nods and murmers, "Mm-hmm..." tears welling back up in his eyes, his now distended lower tummy straining against the plug's tight grip to retain it's gurgling and stimulated contents. He groans...
* elise shakes the hose, shaking the bag. Her ears perk to the familiar rattling sound of an empty bag. "There. One full bag. Are you ready to make a mess for me, little skunkcub?"
* zaisan noddles quietly, his rattling breaths matched only by the low rumble of his aching lower intestine, full to the brim and bulging from the immense amount of fluid contained therein.
* elise presses a digit into the swollen inflatable plug in his rectum.. she giggles and leans over him, her breasts resting on either side of the base of her brother's tail. She croons, "Are you suuuure..? You don't want to hold this in for just a little while longer? You don't like the straining.. *poke* the cramping.. *poke* the URGENCY.. *harder poke* of not having a choice but to hold it back..?"
* zaisan whines loud, "Bleeease! Ah wan' do make you a mesh!" He groans loud and wriggles his bottom against her.
* elise reaches over her brother's back and grips his shoulder, pulling him back and towards her, pushing him down HARD into a seated postion. On the plug. On the diaper, slightly damp from his many dribblings. She crouches behind him and pulls the front panel up over his distended lower belly, then the rear panel.. she begins to fasten the tapes..
* zaisan whines at first, then yelps around the pacifier, the hard landing (though on a soft surface) sending his gut through a whole new realm of discomfort. The gurgling magnified from his new position, no longer of one of comfortable reception of the enema, now his tailhole SCREAMED for the release of it's obstruction.
* zaisan 's mind in such a fog, he scarcely had the attention to notice her taping the diaper up around him.. his arms wrapped in a vain attempt to comfort his swollen tummy...
* elise quickly completes the task of fastening the diaper securely around her swollen and moaning brother (again, an often practiced talent of her's). She stands up, and grabs her brother under his arms, and lifts him up to his feet (damn, she's strong, too!), and turning him around to face her. She takes a moment to admire her handiwork: the glazed look in his eyes, his broken spirit, fur matted from the tears, and the dribble of snot dribble of snot down his nose and over the pacifier. Nice.
* elise asks him, "Are you ready, little brother..?" looking him square in the eye, being the same height (and the same age, in fact).
* zaisan nods quickly and sobs, "Yeeeeh-heh-heh-heh-heeeesh... p'ease pull ou' da p'ug!"
* elise smiles, pleased, and rewards him by pressing her lips to his ever so delicately, wrapping both arms around him and leaning the length of her body against his. Her tail wraps around him, a thick-furred blanket of maternal warmth that only THIS sister could provide her brother... "Okay... hold still..."
* elise reaches around him, slipping a solitary paw through the cuff of the oversized, pink disposable diaper, fondles around until she finds the plug. She grips the valve on the side, and slowly releases the pressure, allowing it to shrink... ... upon reaching it's lowest threshold, she draws it from his rectum, and quickly out the cuff, pulling it back into it's place for safe containment. "Okay, love. Relieve."
* zaisan gasps, the rolling cramps expanding to fill the depth of his concentration, suddenly proving productive beyond their obstruction. At first a short, bubbly sputter.. then a pop.. and a torrent unloads as he falls to his knees, the seat of his diaper expanding quickly and beginning to sag, the pink fading to quite the dark shade of brown.
* zaisan gasps for air, the cramps quietly subsiding.. drool dribbling out around the pacifier, down his chin. The front of his diaper protrudes with his obviously renewed erection.
* zaisan pants for breath, "Ah.. ah.. oh g-uh-HRRGH--!!" He grunts and winces again, his entire body tensing as another noisy, volcanic splatter bursts from his rectum into his already quite copious dung. Even on the balls of his feet, the seat of the diaper nearly touches the floor, though the cuffs remain tightly in place, and the tapes secure. (That's one helluva diaper!)
* zaisan collapses onto on his side on the floor, the violent expulsions having reduced to a streaming sputter, an occasional bubbling rush.. equipped ever predictably with his pitiable moaning of both relief and discomfort.
* elise pulls a rag out of her bag and wipes the various spotty fluids from her hands (apart from a single finger, surprisingly clean to begin with). She breaks down the enema kit, wipes it down and packs it back away.
* elise sits down on the floor next to her collapsed brother. She affectionately runs her fingers through his hair... "Feel better, love?"
* zaisan nods slowly.. sniffling.. exhausted from the exertion.. he grunts again, a gassy expulsion sounding in the seat of his diaper.
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