Personal Urinal

Roland rolled around in his sleep, sweat pouring down his neck and his legs twitching every now and then as his restless dreams of waterfalls and oceans played in his mind, the zebra's tail whacking against the bed. Mumbling and groaning, he finally turned onto his back and opened his eyes, glancing around his own bedroom in a groggy daze, still slightly confused and unsure of whether he was simply diving into another one of his dreams or whether this truly was real life. His question was quickly answered as the man discovered the cause of his troubled sleep schedule and what had woken him up, a heavy pinching in his bladder suddenly shooting through his body, making him wince gently. Slowly sitting up and huffing as the massive amount of liquid trapped inside of him fought hard to get out, Roland shook his head and quietly cursed his bad planning, already dreading the next morning, hoping that the interruption to his sleep wouldn't cause him to be all too tired at work tomorrow, 
"Oh, you just absolutely had to go on that damn jog even after getting home so late, and you obviously just needed to also down damn near a whole jug of water in one gulp, right before bed as well… I swear, my bladder is getting smaller and smaller every single day, I guess I'm getting old…" 
The equine threw his blanket off, grunting in annoyance at having to leave his soft and warm bed as he pushed himself up and off of the mattress, the chilly night air making him shudder gently, the zebra only having a pair of boxers on him. His hooves softly thudded against the carpet as he waddled away and towards the door of his room, moving as quickly as he could without accidentally letting loose the tsunami brewing inside of his underwear or tripping over in the pitch black, trying to not make too much noise so as not to wake up his kids either. Another pinch in his bladder made him double over slightly, holding his side and steadying his breath, making a promise to himself to not break the 30-something year streak of not wetting his pants in the middle of the night. 

Roland snuck past the shower room and down the hallway, keeping his hooves on the soft carpet to not make a racket as he tiptoed towards the final room at the end, gently grabbing the handle and slowly pushing the door open. He glanced around the bedroom, his eyes finally starting to adjust to the darkness, a dim glow of the street lamps outside helping to shed some light into the room through the thin curtains. On one side of the bedroom was his daughter's half, a crib nestled between a changing table and a little play area, a chest of toys open with a handful of them strewn all around the carpet, the zebra careful not to slip on any of them. Roland peered into the crib to see his youngest, Jennifer, snoozing away peacefully, the toddler not even aware that she was being watched, her legs occasionally kicking as she suckled on her thumb. The opposite side of the room was centered around the father's other cub, Liam, the 8 year old boy's bed tucked into the corner, a few posters of bands and movies stuck here and there, a combination desk and bookshelf sitting flush with the wall. He was also sleeping soundly, dressed in his comfy blue pyjamas, one of his ears flicking and his nostrils twitching as his father drew near, coming right up to his bed and standing over him. Roland bit his lip and huffed, lightly pushing his legs together just to keep his bladder under control for the final leg of his journey, leaning down and poking the kid on the belly. Liam quickly snapped up from his sleep, slightly startled from the sudden wakeup, a hand keeping him down against a bed and another muffling the tiny yelp he shouted out, his eyes squinting in the dark to see the figure of his dad hunched over him. The man put a finger to his lips, hushing his son before nodding back towards the crib on the other side of the room, whispering, 
"Shh… keep it quiet, don't wake up your little sister or she'll never get back to sleep!" 
Shaking off the drags of sleep from his eyes, the young equine wordlessly stared up at his father, gulping nervously. 

With his son sufficiently woken up and quiet, Roland reached a hand down towards his crotch, slipping a thumb under the band of his boxers and slowly pushing the pair down with a soft moan, letting his equine cock flop out. He kept pushing until his dick and ballsack were out in the open, his shaft swinging between his thighs as he shifted his weight around, still completely soft for the time being. Liam's gaze shifted from his dad's desperate face down to the man's junk and then back, a feeling of dread creeping up his spine as he watched the older male, knowing that the rod wouldn't stay soft for long. The stallion pulled the cub's blanket down just a tiny bit, enough so that it was well out of the way of the boy's muzzle, before grabbing onto his cock, his thumb slowly rolling and rubbing his tip while the rest of his fingers stroked his thick shaft, the member quickly inflating and swelling up until his digits could barely wrap around it. Liam sighed and sat up, pushing his back up against the pile of pillows as he stared up at the girthy dick hovering right above him, already well aware of what was to come and what was expected of him, having had years and years of experience with it previously. He always hated having to serve as his dad's toilet, especially during the middle of the night, but there wasn't anything that he could do about it. Roland quietly puffed and panted while prepping himself up for his nighttime relief, pulling on his dick until he was half erect, not entirely hard but still rigid enough to make his job a whole lot easier, not wanting to cause a spill and having to deal with a huge mess in the bed, especially at such a late time. The boy took a few deep breaths in preparation, quickly stretching his jaw out, his ears folded down and his tail tucked between his legs, knowing that he'd have to deal with the throbbing slab of meat soon enough, hoping and praying that the payload brewing in his father's bladder wouldn't be too big at least. 

Gripping his shaft at the very base, Roland grabbed his son's jaw, gently prying it as open as he could while panting with hurry, the cub squirming and moaning uncomfortably, trying to shake free from the man's hold with very little success. With his thumb hooking around the corner of the kid's maw, the dad pressed his cock down onto the boy's tongue, holding his breath so as not to moan loud enough to accidentally wake up his snoozing daughter, the sizzling heat of the young zebra's mouth making him shiver. Liam was pulled closer to his father's crotch, a hand around his throat adjusting him to the perfect position while he groaned and pouted, his jaw already tired from having to hold the girthy dick in his maw, a few stray strands of drool leaking down onto his belly and soaking into his pyjamas. Roland squeezed his shaft deeper into the cub's mouth, his hands clamping the muzzle tightly around his length as nearly half of it was shoved down inside of the boy, his legs clenching up from the feel of the maw. He was very tempted to just let the dam burst right then and there, every second of having to hold back the river of piss feeling more and more excruciating, but he knew from previous experience that it was definitely for the best to be completely hilted inside of his personal toilet before going number one, every inch reducing the risk of leakage. The man kept pushing his rod deeper, grinding his teeth as he only barely held back from letting loose, spit dripping down his ballsack and soaking into his underwear, a few spots of dried up drool from previous nights already marking the boxers. Liam's hands scrambled to find any sort of support, holding onto the older equine's legs as his vision went blurry with tears, a bulge appearing in his throat and slowly growing larger as he struggled to breathe and not gag. No matter how hard he tried to keep still and calm, the cub's body couldn't handle the intrusion without at least trying to fight back, his hands desperately pushing against his dad's body and his legs flailing around, the man simply leaning his head back with a soft grunt as the boy's throat locked around his shaft, seeming to not care much about the attempted struggling. The added stimulation helped his dick get slightly harder in the foal's gullet, his tip slightly starting to flare up as his breathing grew more laboured. 

With one hand gripping the cub's muzzle and the other wrapped around the back of the boy's throat, Roland finally managed to slot his shaft completely inside of his son after a few minutes of wiggling and thrusting, his balls bumping up against Liam's chin as he let out a drawn out moan, his eyes half open as he stared down at his kid. The tight tunnel clenching around his dick felt absolutely incredible, but he hadn't snuck into the bedroom to get off, he was only after a completely different sort of relief that time around. Liam felt a few tears rolling down his cheeks, his nostrils flaring up as he struggled to breathe, the puffs of air tickling the man's pubic fur, his tongue pushed out of his maw to give as much space to the equine dick as possible. He closed his eyes and did his best to just focus on his breathing, trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible, knowing that he soon wouldn't have the luxury of being able to draw a breath for a good while. With his hose buried as deep inside of his son as it could go, Roland could finally stop trying to hold back, the zebra widening his stance slightly and relaxing his bladder, pushing the cub's head against his crotch even harder as he felt the tingling of indescribable relief starting to grow in his belly. The flow of urine started off with just a few drops trickling from his tip, his muscles having stemmed the flood for long enough that it took a few moments to completely loosen up. The trickle was quickly followed by a much larger squirt however, a few bursts eventually letting the full force of the cascade run free, a constant flood of steaming hot piss rushing down the little boy's throat and directly down into his belly, his father's cock shoved far enough down his gullet that he didn't even need to bother with swallowing most of the golden liquid forced inside of him, the overflow from the incredible quantity backing up inside of his muzzle, very nearly dribbling out and onto his chest. Roland had to hold back from grunting in relief, occasionally glancing at his daughter as he filled his son with his piss. 

Liam squeezed his father's legs as he tried to whimper, only barely audible gurgling coming from his maw as his whole body trembled in pain and agony, what felt like gallons and gallons of the man's musky pee funneling directly into his belly, making him feel ill and bloated on top of not being able to get any air. Roland sat still with a blissful look on his face, the relief of finally being able to get his bladder empty better than any orgasm he had ever experienced in his life, his tail happily swinging back and forth. He looked down to see the boy's belly inflated slightly from the amount of liquids he was pumping into the cub, a few stray golden drops drooling out from the corners of the kid's muzzle, his stream being a fair bit more powerful than normal. He tilted the foal's head up slightly, making sure that every last drip of his piss would end up in his son's belly rather than making a mess all over the bed. Liam held back his coughs and gags, squirming in misery but held firmly in place by his dad's hands. He had acted as the man's personal urinal for as long as he could remember, even his absolute earliest memories being those of having a cock crammed down his throat and being filled to the absolute brim with piss, his hatred of the act never wavering, even as the years passed and he got used to it. He felt his stomach bulging up more and more as the seemingly never ending flood of pee continued surging down his throat, his hands slowly shaking and his grip starting to get weaker, the lack of oxygen making him lightheaded, his eyelids weighing like pure lead no matter how desperately he struggled to keep them open, his body eventually going limp. 

Just as the cub was on the verge of passing out, the endless waterfall of urine finally began easing up slightly, the strong current winding down little by little until the older zebra grunted and spilled the last few drops, sliding his shaft out from the boy's maw. Roland's length was completely coated in his kid's saliva from the very base to the tip, glistening in the dim light of the bedroom, dripping down and splattering all over the bed and the carpet underneath him. He quickly stuffed the half-stiff dick back into his underwear, pulling the pair up over the rod, a wet bulge forming on the front as the girth tried to push against the fabric. Liam lurched forwards as soon as the cock was unsheathed from his throat, his eyes wide and both of his hands quickly covering up his mouth, only barely able to hold back from gagging and belching up the piss poured deep inside of him. His dad grabbed him by the shoulder, shushing him once more as he stifled a few coughs, 
"Shh! Just swallow it down, don't wake up Jennifer!" 
The boy whimpered and whined, struggling for a moment before the worst of his coughing fit had passed, flopping backwards against his pillows. He held his distended and soft belly with both hands, sweat running down his face as he grimaced, feeling the piss sloshing around inside of him, even the tiniest of moves making the whole mass shake around uncomfortably. Roland sighed with deep relief, leaning down over his son and gently caressing his cheek, giving him a kiss on the forehead, 
"Thanks for that, goodnight~" 
He pulled the blanket back over the cub before turning around and sneaking out of the room, carefully closing the door, not wanting to wake up the toddler at the very final moment. With a smile on his face, he stumbled back into his own bedroom, diving down underneath the warm covers with a delighted moan, closing his eyes and slipping off to sleep within seconds, his bladder finally not bothering him any more.