Robin awkwardly closed the fridge door and shuffled her way back to the kitchen counter, holding the water jug carefully, her legs pressed close together. The coyote had been sipping down glass after glass of water throughout the day, and she winced as she heard the fluid splashing inside of the glass when she began to pour it. Just the sound alone reminded her that for all she'd drunk that day, none of it had been let out, and she was getting increasingly desperate… just as she had planned. It wasn't much better when she shifted to the side towards the sink, refilling the jug with water so it could filter for the next glass – if she lasted long enough to need another one.

It was a hot day, so she was dressed lightly in a white t-shirt, green cargo shorts and a pair of sneakers. After filling the glass, she awkwardly shuffled back to the fridge to return the pitcher, her shorts rustling as her inner thighs rubbed against each other. One more round of awkward shuffling later and she was back at her computer desk with her glass of water. She'd been reading, but the more desperate she got, the harder it became for her to concentrate on the words. As she sat with her legs crossed tightly, she could feel the pressure in her abdomen from her swollen bladder, and the pangs of need that increased in frequency as she got close to her limit. It got to the point where she found herself re-reading the same paragraph five times over, before she finally managed to get past it without getting interrupted by a twinge from her bladder.

It didn't stop her from sipping on her water glass, though.

Only a short time later, the coyote doubled over at her desk with a groan, putting both hands between her legs and squeezing tightly. It was becoming a great struggle for her to hold in the pee that was desperate to get out; if she didn't relieve herself soon she was going to end up with a wet pair of shorts.

With determination, Robin drained the rest of her water glass with determination, got up from her chair, and shuffled with crossed legs out of the room and towards her bathroom. Along the way she had to stop and lean on the wall for a moment as she felt another spasm from her bladder, taking heavy breaths as she clenched her muscles to prevent her piss from escaping too early.

Almost stumbling into the bathroom, Robin flicked the light switch, not even bothering to close the door behind her, preparing to strip. Starting with her shoes, she decided not to tempt disaster by bending over to untie them. Instead, she used one foot to press down on the heel of the other so she could tug her foot free from her sneaker, and then did the same to the other one.

Making her way to the bathtub, she knew that if she simply tried to step over the edge of it, uncrossing her legs would probably cause her to wet herself. Instead, she sat on the edge of the tub, lifted her legs, and turned to set them down inside it.

Quickly, she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it behind her onto the tiled floor, leaving her upper body mostly bare except for the sports bra she had been wearing underneath her shirt. Before she could take that off, she had to stop and squeeze her legs together with a groan as another spasm went through her gut, her bladder achingly full and desperate for a release. As soon as she had it under control – for however long – she pulled the sports bra off as well, shaking her head to get her hair back into place afterwards.

Now naked from the waist up, Robin reached for her pants and undid the button on her cargo shorts. Getting them off without peeing herself was going to be difficult, but she managed to push the zipper down in between her thighs with a bit of work. Taking a few breaths, with another pause to clench her muscles in response to the next pang of desperation, she slipped her left hand under her pants and the boxer shorts underneath them. In one quick motion, she opened her legs and gripped herself between her legs as hard as she could to apply pressure there and ensure she didn't leak. While holding herself, she stood up partway and shoved her pants down past her knees, and then her boxers as well, letting them fall to her feet.

Carefully, she bent over, still keeping her left palm pressed tightly against her pussy. With her right hand, she took her cargo shorts and boxers and tossed them out of the tub onto the pile of clothes behind her. Gritting her teeth and closing one eye as she focused through another spasm, she used her free hand to tug off her socks and throw them over her shoulder. She was finally naked, and had managed to strip without releasing her bladder's contents all over her legs! Now she could start with the real fun that she'd been planning for all along.

Robin lowered herself down into the tub fully, lying down on her back with her head underneath the faucet, and her tail between her legs with the tip between her ankles. The porcelain was cool to the touch as she stretched out her legs, keeping them close together. She squirmed on her back as she felt her over-full bladder complaining once again; she had no idea how long she would be able to keep holding it, but that was the whole point. As she took her left hand away and moved her right hand between her legs, pressing one finger against her pussylips and stroking up along them, she wondered to herself if she would make it all the way – or if she would be masturbating in a pool of her own pee before long.

Slowly at first, Robin began to stroke her finger up and down her slit, soon adding a second digit as she rubbed both fingertips over her labia. She kept her legs pressed tightly together and pushed her fingers in between them, squirming from the need to pee and from the small amounts of pleasure she was bringing to herself. But this was purely a warm-up, the appetizer before the main course; as Robin continued to tease herself, pressing her fingers a little more firmly, she felt the pleasant tingle from her fingers' touching her loins mixing with the discomfort of her excessively full bladder.

Taking heavier breaths as her arousal built up, the coyote closed her eyes and focused on the sensations running through her. Gingerly, she pressed her fingers against her pussylips enough to slip them inside, hesitating a moment and gritting her teeth when a wave of desperation hit her, her legs squeezing hard around her hand in response. When it passed, she continued to tease herself with her fingers, rubbing around the inner rim of her vaginal opening, rubbing over the smooth, sensitive, and dampening flesh there. Occasional small groans escaped her as she moved her fingers back and forth, her body alternating between tensing up to fight off the intense need to urinate, and relaxing as she savored the pleasure she was bringing to herself.

Robin's breaths and soft moans were punctuated by occasional grimaces whenever a pulse of desperation ran through her, her body filled with two conflicting needs as her arousal grew against her increasing desperation. She wasn't sure which one was going to win, but finding out was going to be half the fun. With her thighs pressed hard around her hand as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out through her labia, teasing the wet tunnels beyond, she squirmed on the floor of the tub and began to roll from side to side a little as she fought off the urge to release her bladder in favor of pleasuring herself further.

After another minute though, she took it up another notch as she reached a little further into herself and began rubbing on the inside of her vaginal walls, aiming for a specific spot. Robin was familiar enough with her own body that it didn't take long for her fingertips to brush up against her g-spot, sending a shiver running through her that was mixed with another pang of pressure in her bladder. The coyote stopped for a moment and took quick breaths before teasing at her erogenous zone once more, moaning louder and raising her hips up for a brief moment before dropping them back down. She continued this pattern, teasing her g-spot briefly before easing off to ensure she didn't lose control, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her head swam with pleasure.

Her body was soon fighting a tug-of-war as her desperation would mount, only for her to squeeze her legs tightly and press her hand to her pussy to get it under control. Her pleasure would intensify as she teased herself, until her achingly full bladder would strain once more trying to contain all the urine inside of it. Robin slipped a third finger into her cunt alongside the other two, spreading them out and using just her middle finger to stimulate her g-spot, her teeth gritting as the carnal sensations battled with the desperation within her.

And then she felt it, the tingling sensation rapidly building that signaled an incoming orgasm. Groaning through clenched teeth, she pumped her fingers faster, squirming and trembling against the bathtub, determined to push herself over the edge before she ended up wetting herself. She breathed rapidly through her nose as she felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax, each movement of her fingers against her wet vaginal walls and the sensitive spot inside. Even when she felt another surge of desperation, her bladder desperately wanting to be emptied, she only slowed instead of stopping, keeping her fingers moving as she stroked at her wet tunnels.

Robin hit her peak with a sharp gasp of breath that she let out as a loud moan. She could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing against her own fingers, and a gush of feminine juices from her slit splashing against her fingers and hand as she came. Her head tipped back and her eyes stayed tightly closed as she surrendered herself to the pleasure, her orgasm cascading through her and making her shudder on the floor of the tub. But as she did, she felt something else spraying against her hand as she lost control, and her bladder – long denied of its relief – finally began to empty. A hard jet of her piss was spraying from her urethra and directly onto her hand, soaking her fur and washing away her pussy juices.

The coyote continued to squirm and moan as her orgasm continued and she pissed herself at the same time. The hot fluid spraying from her soaked into the fur of her inner thighs and dripped down to splash on her tail, soaking the fur there as well and matting it against the bathtub below. It soon started to form a puddle underneath her, slowly flowing further and further back towards the drain underneath her head. She had been so full and so desperate that she was still pissing strong when her orgasm ended, and she sprawled on her back in the bathtub, panting and gasping.

Keeping her hand between her legs, she felt the hot stream of pee splashing against it, soaking through her fur and running underneath her, warming her skin under all the fur that got drenched. The base of her tail had been soaked to saturation, with the excess urine flowing under her body, first soaking into her rump and then her back. As she basked in the afterglow combined with the ongoing sensation of relief, finally getting the release her body had been craving for so long, she groaned out and savored the moment along with the continued warmth pouring out from her urethra and flowing under her body.

Eventually the flow of her piss reached all the way along her back and underneath her head, warming her from below, as it began to flow into the drain and dripped out of sight. It soon reached an equilibrium as Robin's slowly waning piss stream sprayed out at the same rate her pee was draining out from the tub, and after several more seconds she finally began to run dry. When her stream trickled to a stop, she took a breath and clenched to squeeze out the last of it in one final spurt before she just simply lay there and basked in the aftermath of her fun; a lingering afterglow and the warmth along her back.

Robin slowly opened her eyes after a minute when the warmth from her urine faded. She reached up for the shower controls with one hand; not only had she thoroughly enjoyed herself, but it was going to be easy to clean up.

