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Nope, not letting it die.

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>>40842
Looking forward to reading it! Here's a scat Rp story.

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don't post them so quickly...i sometimes take a while to finish and often post WiP lineart.

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Figured I would dump (bad pun intended) some pics I have.

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And that's all I have my fellow sick bastards.

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Raptor in a gryphon rave club toilet!

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ALL of this <3

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LIVE!

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here is the story behind this one

So here we've got our game show... The goal of it is to feed the contestant, who may or may not be a certain fox. He has been nice and bound entirely except for a diaper that he appears to have had on for at least a day, having to be held up by a belt.

Our generous game show announcer is giving the contestant a choice between door A and door B. Everyone except the contestant knows that behind door A is a small fridge's worth of delicious tomato bisque, and behind door B is a nice tall vat of hot, fresh, not-so-delicious shit which has been imbued with enough vitamins and nutrition to be fully sustaining.

Unfortunately, from the way the audience gasped, the poor bound contestant is fully aware that he chose wrong, and is struggling for all he's worth against the tight leather restraints. Meanwhile, our game host, a very fat raccoon, is happily announcing the consequences while wearing a business shirt tucked into a clean diaper, held there by a belt... And nothing else. With the energy unknown, he yells the result and gives a showmanly apology to the poor fox about to get force-fed, because he isn't given an ounce of freedom until every last drop behind doors A or B are gone. Looks like it'll take him a few days... or weeks... to polish off the looming brown shadow behind option B...

Audience members are free to come and go as they please; teasing, groping, poking, rubbing, smacking, or even changing his diaper if they feel so inclined. Off-stage is a perfectly large supply, however he has to rely on the kindness of strangers to get a new one. He'll be going through them quite quickly, too, given his new eating schedule!

The raccoon plugs the feeding tube into option B, taking care to get it nice and sealed. "Alright folks, let's see how our fox reacts to his first gulp!" As the fox yells and squirms, testing the strength of the restraints to their fullest, the host walks back over to the contestant, his pawfalls accompanied by the disgusting slopping of feces traveling slowly through the tube. His paw finds its way to the already tented diaper bulge, and he shuts his eyes, looking up as the first glop enters the unresisting forced-open mouth. Yells of protest turn into muffled shrieks inbetween copious gagging, the gas mask letting no expression reach the audience as its shiny black eyes move back and forth to no avail.

The host bites his lower lip hearing this, dripping precum into his diaper as ir crinkles. Finally, still jacking himself off furiously for the camera, he loudly explains in the appropriate voice "OH NO! Poor fox, looks like you chose wrong! Well, consequences are consequences. Don't worry, though! You'll get another chance next time. Suffer well, my friend. And, ladies and gentlemen, this beautiful toilet of a specimen will be available for all who are curious during the feeding session!" The screaming continued, and finally the first of many, many swallows to come sounded, lasting a grueling five seconds. The raccoon's grin turned malicious as his paw still massaged his diapered crotch. "And there you have it, folks! Goodnight!"

As the audience filtered out, the raccoon removed his paws and walked within the darkened vision of the fox, who struggled even more upon recognizing the "host" of the game show. The host, however, just kept that shit-eating grin on his face and moved up until their diapered crotches were together, as well as their faces. He slowly humped the filthy plastic in front of him, as he spoke in unwhispered tones to the poor fox. "Don't forget sweetie, you're mine, and I'm going to see every last bit of our nice septic tank recycled to its fullest. You're not going anywhere any time soon, and if the first thing you don't do after that gas mask comes off is envelop me in a passionate kiss, you're participating in this game show a second and maybe even third time." His grin became happier, more innocent, and with much more love in it. "Well, I've gotta go my dear, I need to go take care of this suddenly-tight diaper of mine and it looks like you're a bit caught up in the moment. Toodles!" He skipped out of the studio, not knowing or really caring that a few audience members were filtering out onto the stage floor, and one had even found the spare diapers.

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bump Any more of this subject matter out there?

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CUSTOMER RULES:
Urinal slut, free for use
Only for urine, unless you really feel the need to cum on or in the slut.
Please aim at ringgag for clean disposal, and stomp its balls to flush.
SLAVE RULES:
A day's shift will last a minimum of 8 hours, and a maximum of 12. The amount of workhours depends on the slut's following of the rules the previous day.
Not allowed to cum untill the end of its shift.
Must drink all urine (or cum) entering its muzzle.
Not allowed to piss itself during shift, despite the increasingly full bladder.
Breaking of rules will remove the right to cum that day and result in severe spanking. repeated violation of the previous rule will result in a sound to be added to the chastity device, removing any chance of bladder release.
When there is doubt wether spilled urine on the floor is due to a customer's lack of aiming, or the slave's fault, the same punishment will be employed on the slut, just to be sure.
Any leftover urine in the stall will have to be cleaned by the slave after its shift.
Reward for a productive day without rulebreaking is a good fucking of the slut's tailhole untill it orgasms, during this time, the sheathlocker will stay in place. If the slave fails to reach orgasm, it will be severely spanked, repeated failure will result in a buttplug being added during the next shift, which will vibrate at random intervalls, same rules apply, any cumming during shift shall result in standard punishments.
The only time the chastity device can be removed are weekends and holidays, on the condition that no rules were broken during the week.

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Look at this lucky slut, given the honour of drinking a dom's piss, his mouth being used as a urinal, while his ass and balls are given some nice attention too

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here is one i forgot to post. by the way, if anyone wants to do an RP with the concept of toilet slavery bondage add me on

skype: its arcaneinc@hotmail.com
yahoo: crazydudez123

or shoot me a PM on FA http://www.furaffinity.net/user/arcaneinc/

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https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=727214

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14965537/

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Made you a present, fchan

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>>53733
It's a shame good artists don't make more kink art; this is a really well done piece

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Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13549333/

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The fox staggered into the bathroom with a bang, slamming the heavy door against the grungy wall and nearly falling onto the sticky linoleum floor. For a moment the sound of drunken laughter and booming music filled the room, and then the door swung shut behind the fox and muffled the sounds of the party to a dull rumble. The fox was still stumbling a bit as he stepped forward, but there wasn’t much in the bathroom for him to bump into anyway. A few bare, slightly lighter patches on the wall that had been home to stalls before the club had removed them, a wall of sinks, and a single neglected toilet that was about twice as clean as anything else in the room. The fox ignored it of course. All of the guys at the club ignored it. Instead, with a cocky, mildly drunken grin that made the wolf’s ears sag, the fox stomped toward the urinal.

It was newer than the rest of the bathroom’s furnishings, and it showed. Where everything else was filthy tile or drywall that had long ago been stained to a drab grey, the urinal was made of steel with a layer of smooth black rubber over the entire surface. That rubber gleamed inside and out from the attentions of one of the club’s numerous slaves, who was expected to polish it with his tongue before he polished it with any other cleaners. Aside from the rubber, the urinal didn’t look all that different from any other. Its rim was a little bit higher, it had a large, yellow arrow painted on the inside and pointed at the drains, as if the bar’s owners expected some patrons might need a hint… and it had the wolf.

He’d wanted a job, that was all, and he’d been stupid enough to find the collars the other employees of the private nightclub had been wearing exciting and arousing. It was a special club, the owner had explained to him what felt like days ago with one arm around the wolf’s slender shoulders and the other gesturing around the bar’s interior with a pungent cigar, one that served a demanding clientele of guys from across the city. The owner hired inexperienced guys like the wolf because he believed every boy deserved a chance, but he’d be expected to serve eagerly and well at whatever task he was assigned. Complaining, shirking, or worst of all upsetting the guests, the owner had explained with a cruel smile and a motion at a hyena whose head was respectably lowered and whose back was scarred with recent welts from a whip, would not be tolerated.

Somehow, the wolf had signed the contract anyway, and within a few minutes had ended up alone in the smelly bathroom, his body hunched in a crouching position in a cramped, rubber lined cell behind the wall with a thick butt plug pressed against his prostate and a cold metal ring around his balls. The only part of the wolf that was still exposed when the urinal was bolted back into place had been his head, which stuck out from a tight, padded ring at the urinal’s base. That had left the wolf’s head inside of the urinal, his chin resting on the soft rubber lining and his forehead just underneath the cheerful yellow arrow. As the fox stumbled against the wall and caught himself with a hand that came perilously close to the thick red button set above the urinal, the wolf swallowed and tried to remember what the hell he’d been thinking when he’d put his pen against that paper.

“H’hay there p-pup,” the fox slurred, and the wolf forced himself to smile and perk his ears. The owner had demonstrated what would happen to the wolf if his customers weren’t happy with the service they got, even from a urinal like him, and the fox’s fingers were still terrifying close to the red button. He’d also made sure that the wolf understood the shiny new sign bolted onto the wall beside the urinal, which listed the three rules that might make his job more bearable if he remembered them. Now, with the drunk and muscular fox swaying above him with his long muzzle split in a wide grin, the wolf swallowed and glanced at rule one.

1. If Urinal Speaks, Push Red Button

He’d forgotten that rule with the first customer, a ferret whose piss had smelt so strongly of mustelid musk that the stench had burned the wolf’s nose. Unfortunately, the ferret had been sober enough to read the sign, and hadn’t hesitated to remind the wolf the importance of good customer service. He’d been better behaved on his second try, a deer, and then the minutes had dragged by as the noise outside of the bathroom got louder and louder. Once one of the bar’s other employees had come in to clean the urinal, and had actually licked up the pee that hadn’t made it down the drain or into the wolf’s sweaty fur. The wolf hadn’t known whether talking to him would get him punished, so he hadn’t risked it, and once the meek looking slave had finished polishing the rubber he’d padded out of the bathroom without a word. The wolf didn’t know how long ago that had been, but the fox was the first guy since then, and judging by his voice and swaying and the reek of alcohol on his fur, he was a lot drunker than the first two had been.

“Sstupid ziipher,” the fox muttered, and the wolf watched his fingers awkwardly tug at his jeans, yanking at the belt and eventually managing to wrench his fly down. The wolf braced himself, but the fox wasn’t done yet, and as the wolf’s nervousness grew the muscular vulpine pulled down his pants and tugged on his underwear until it slid down and tangled around his ankles. That left the wolf’s eyes level with a pair of creamy furred balls and a cock that was already swollen and erect. Licking his muzzle at the sight and barely even noticing the foul taste, the wolf wasn’t surprised that the fox had struggled to get his pants off. The other two guys had just pissed on the wolf and left, but the fox shuffled forward and balanced his balls on the edge of the urinal, grinning and waiting, infuriatingly cocky and in control.

Even unspoken orders had to be obeyed, and there was nothing that the wolf could do to keep the fox from punishing him if he thought the wolf wasn’t properly subservient. If licking the enormous balls that hung in front of him would keep the fox’s fingers away from the red button, the wolf wasn’t going to argue; and with a muffled whimper he closed his eyes and swept his tongue forward, dragging it up the smooth rubber of the urinal until it hit fur. All foxes were musky, but this one’s fur was matted with sweat and dried cum and lube, and the sour taste made the wolf’s nose wrinkle. The touch of his tongue made the fox groan, and the man’s tail started to swish as he squirmed closer, letting the wolf’s tongue cup underneath his sac, lifting the heavy orbs and nuzzling them until the fox squeaked.

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The fox squirms and pants, warm piss lapping against his legs in the rubber-lined trough that he’s kneeling in. The thick chain linking his collar to the wall is long enough for him to sag lower, but short enough to keep him from climbing out of the shallow pool. His arms are tight against his body, held in place by smooth inflatable rubber that feels tighter now than when it went on a few hours ago. Each breath is a struggle, sucked in through a long plastic tube and thick with the scent of piss. The source of that scent, and of the fox’s frustrated moans, is the rubber urinal set into the wall next to him. With the fox’s only source of air hooked up to the urinal’s drain, there’s no mistaking why he’s been chained up in the seedy bathroom, and no way for him to avoid doing his job.

His ears perk up as the door opens, and the silent room is briefly filled with the sound of boisterous conversation and pounding music before the door shuts behind the newcomer. As the fox looks up he experiences a brief flash of hope, recognizing the colourful husky that’s walking toward him. It’s obvious from his unsteady movements, wide grin, and complete nudity that he’s been enjoying the party… and as the fox’s eyes settle on the canine’s erection his own neglected cock stirs helplessly in its tight metal cage. The husky blinks in surprise as his eyes settle on the fox, and the fox gives him a grateful look. Now that his friend has found him, he can go back and remind the bull that locked him here that he’d forgotten about him.

But the husky doesn’t turn to go fetch the key. He just grins wider and steps up to the urinal. The dog lets out a contented sigh as he releases a stream of golden piss, and the fox’s ears droop in humiliation. He tries to give the husky an angry glare, only to end up with a face full of warm urine as the laughing husky adjusts his aim, soaking the fox’s fur and covering his face. The worst part about it isn’t that the fox is powerless to stop him; it’s the way his cock swells and strains against the metal cage, drooling out a long strand of pre and making his excitement completely obvious. As the husky’s stream splashes down the rubber straitjacket and soaks his caged cock and balls, the humiliated fox can only sag lower down and let the piss flood into his muzzle from the urinal.

By the time he’s able to suck in a much needed breath of air the husky has finished soaking his fur. The fox’s eyes blink open, and he’s about to give his friend another imploring look when he realizes that the two of them are no longer alone in the room. A massive stallion is standing next to the smirking dog, and a couple of wolves are standing behind him. As the husky surrenders his place at the urinal to the stallion, the huge guy looks down at the fox with an unsettling grin and tugs down the zipper of his pants.

“Don’t get too comfortable kid, everyone’s been drinking all night out there and you’re about to get real popular.”

The fox can only squirm and throb under his cage, helpless to resist as the horse starts to refill the urinal with a final, ominous comment.

“Oh, and Mike went home a couple hours ago. Took the keys with him too, so you’re not going anywhere.”

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Someone has been a very bad dog (or a good dog, depending on personal preference and point of view) and thus will spend the next few days (or even more) in this comfy place, eager to serve the customers and all their needs. It doesn't -have- to be watersport though, open, drooly muzzles can be used for other things as well, after all.

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>>58627

Yup! Right here!

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>>43185

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Wrendeer on FA

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Please live!