Wettest Dreams 3

 The fox opened his golden-green eyes and looked straight up, seeing his room. It looked normal, with the sun shining through the window. As a reaction to the light, he raised his paw to shield his face, now seeing the darkness caused by his light-brown fur. After a moment, his eyes adjusted and allowed him to notice a white spot on the ceiling.
 Curious, he reached up to grab at the spot and was surprised to see that he could reach it without getting up. The fox began to try to wipe it off but instead of disappearing, it started to spread across the ceiling much faster than he could wipe it.
 Alarmed and fully awake, he threw himself off the bed and ran for the door, not realizing or caring that he wasn't the least bit dressed, and escaped to the hallway beyond. He closed the door behind him and pressed his back to it, sighing in relief as his mind tried to work out what was going on.
 With a sudden wave of curiosity, he opened the door enough to see what was going on. The white stuff was still spreading rapidly, and anything that wasn't bolted down (including his bed) simply vanished in the unknown substance. Before he knew it, the whiteness had reached the door and was spreading all over it too.
 Thats when he ran for the stairs and headed straight to the front door. The handle didn't budge. Shouting obscenities in his head, he desperately tried to work the handle open, but nothing would work.
 He panicked and hurried to the kitchen, to try to escape that way. No such luck, as he could not find the back door. It had vanished, leaving a blank wall next to the fridge, which had suddenly opened by itself and was releasing large amounts of the whiteness.
 He ran to the living room, the last safe place in his home, and cowered between the coffee table and the television, backing himself up as far as he could get, as he watched the two pools of white approach him. When he couldn't get any further, the pools reached his feet, filling them with a terrible, biting coldness.

 The freezing chill in his feet caused his eyes to shoot open and his head to rocket into the air. Alarmed by his nightmare, the brown fox looked around rapidly. Sheer darkness, except for the streetlights outside his window. He looked straight up, and calmed down upon seeing no white spots.
 Suddenly though, he was overcome with another realization. It was COLD in his room. He grabbed his blanket and quickly remembered that the blanket was too small. His feet had popped out from under it, which was what woke him up.
 The heaters must have failed again. He would deal with it in the morning, but for now, he wanted to gain back the energy lost to his bad dream. He pulled his legs under the blanket and tried to get back to sleep. After a short while, he felt a familiar sensation in his nether regions, prompting him to curse under his breath.
 In the numbing coldness, he hadn't realized he needed to pee, and somewhat badly too. Too tired to think straight, and not at all willing to brave the cold for a trip to the bathroom when he had a nice warm bed right here, he immediately decided to ignore his need.
 The fox shifted around in the bed, finding a more comfortable spot to rest, and waited for his bladder to calm down. Within minutes, he was fast asleep again.

 The fox couldn't remember where he was, or what he was doing. All he knew now was that he was in a long hallway, and that he needed to use the bathroom. He could see a door at the other end of the hall, and could barely make out the universal restroom sign "W.C." labeled on it.
 Looking down, he was quick to notice that he was still completely naked, and was glad that no one was around to see it. Remembering his need, he began his trek towards the bathroom.
 Every short step seemed to make bladder fill more and more with his liquids, until he was forced to jam his paws in between his legs.
 By the time he reached the door, he was huddled over, feeling as though his bladder could burst at any moment. Struggling to hold on, he turned the knob and forced himself through the door, only to find something that almost made him lose control.

 It was occupied.

 A fox girl, naked as the fox infront of her, was already sitting on the toilet and peeing full-stream into the bowl. She looked at the dumbstruck fox infront of her. They both looked similar with two exceptions, the first of which being obvious gender differences. The second was that she had gold coloured stripes lining the side of her body, as though she were part tiger.
 Within a split second, the girl had forced her stream to an end, surprised at being barged in on by this man. The fox, still in painful need for the toilet already in use, finally came to his senses about the situation he was in.
 He blushed deeply and looked away. "A-ah, I'm so s-sorry miss. I didn't mean to..." He took a step back, but he was quick to realize that she hadn't made a sound. No screaming, no complaining, nothing. He slowly turned his head back to her, noticing something unusual.
 Her legs were open. More open than they were when he entered. Puzzled, he looked her in the face, to see that she was smiling. Before he could ask why, she stood up, and approached him. Without any warning, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his sheath, surprising him and making his face glow an even deeper shade of red. Unsure of what was going on, with his desperate need to relieve himself, he was helpless as the female did as she wished.
 The girl pulled back gently on the fox's sheath, exposing the black tip of his penis, which was slick and wet for reasons other than her stimulation. He backed against the door which had closed at a point unknown to him, and breathed heavily as his flesh was tended to by this strange girl. He had no idea who she was or why she was doing this, but the only thing he cared about right now was that she was standing between him and sweet relief- and he LIKED it.
 Before he could decide what to do, his bladder spasmed and before he could stop it, a short spray of piss flew out of his tip and hit the girl square in the face. He panicked and made hundreds of apologies to her for the mistake, but instead of getting angry, she made a pleasured moan and allowed the stain to soak into her fur.
 He watched as tiny drops of fox urine slid down her neck and towards her breasts, he could smell his scent and hers combining in the air, and his chest began to get warm because of it. After a moment, the girl in front of him grabbed his shoulders and jumped, bringing her legs around his waist. The fox instinctively put his paws under her butt cheeks in order to hold her up, but with nobody to hold on to his dick, he came dangerously close to losing it all over her abdomen- and everything below it.

 They both looked at eachother. The girl had the naughtiest expression that the fox had ever seen. Suddenly she closed her eyes and sighed, followed by a sharp warmth spreading all across his groin. He didn't even need to smell it, though her scent reached him immediately, to know that she had just started relieving herself on his foxhood. He was about to throw her off of him, but he couldn't.
 It was so warm, and wet. The sound of her urine spilling on the floor was as beautiful to him as any number of musics he could recall. Within seconds, his member was fully erect, but that was not able to prevent what was to happen next.
 With his control completely ripped away from him, his exhausted bladder finally gave in, and the flood that he had been holding back all this time exploded through the tip of his foxhood, spraying down everything in front of it, including the girl he was holding up. His pee sprayed directly at the girl's pussy as it was spraying his dick, and both of them sprayed eachother everywhere.

 It felt so good to release it all. The warmth spreading over him was limitless. It felt like a dream.

 The fox snapped awake, the warmth he was making on himself waking him. In alarm, he grabbed his leaking foxhood with both paws in a painful effort to stop the flow. After a few seconds, he managed to get his bladder back under control, but it was still helplessly full. He could plainly see that the blanket and matress were both ruined after such a soaking, and he could smell that his scent was now heavy in the air.
 He was in a real dilemma. He couldn't go to the bathroom without freezing his tail off, now that he was so wet. And there was no way that he could get anywhere, as he was on the verge of an accident.
 His mind hazed with weariness and arousal from his dream, he quickly made up his mind. He pulled back his sheath and aimed his tip upwards, before noticing something. His room was brighter now. The sun must be rising. He was suddenly glad that he owned the only house on the street that was two stories tall.
 A chill from the air reminded him what he was going to do. He gulped nervously and he concentrated. His flesh quivered slightly in his paw as he tried to relax, until a squirt of pee shot out, landing on his chest. Immediately he felt the difference, how his warm liquids defended him from the biting cold. That was all he needed, before a trickle gently eased it's way out of him and turned into a stream.
 It was warmer than in his dreams, and so much more pleasant. He sighed and moaned as his bladder totally relaxed, turning the straight beam into a wide arc across his body, hitting him in the chest, the belly, everywhere. 
 Daring to look, he watched as his foxhood released everything he had stored inside him. Watching the stream land and soak all over him, he saw his pee sparkling through the air in the early morning sunlight, turning it into a bright amber color. The fox giggled and smiled to himself, taking great delight and relief in what he was doing.
 He didn't know what it was about it, but relieving himself like this was also starting to make him aroused, like he was in his dream. His foxhood was starting to get hard again, but this time he was simply interested in finishing what he started. His erection was making it harder to pee, but it also caused him to hit the ceiling, making a small yellow spot on it. He chuckled to himself, remembering his nightmare earlier.

 Finally, the fox felt his bladder dwindling, with his stream getting less powerful, until he was finally relieved, warm and happy. He pulled the blanket over himself to keep the warmth from escaping him, and was completely ready to go back to sleep. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would get another dream with that interesting fox girl.