Venny's long ears flicked as one of the burning logs in the fireplace crackled, and he opened one eye briefly to look at it. The Umbreon was sprawled on his side on the couch to keep the weight off his injured limbs, the dancing flames in the fireplace keeping him warm and illuminating his dark fur and its red markings, his blue hair hanging down behind his head while his own collar of neck fluff made the pillow under his head all the more comfortable.

It would have been a lot cozier but for the cast on one leg and the bandages on an arm – he'd gotten injured in his recent work, and even though he couldn't talk about the details, his friend Fey was willing to shelter him and tend to him while he healed. She had a couple of roommates, but they seemed trustworthy enough, and it wasn't as though he was going to reveal any sensitive information while he was here anyway...

Turning his head a little to glance out of the window, he could still see the blizzard raging outside, with several inches of snow piled up at the bottom of the window and more large flakes constantly flying past. At least he wasn't out in that. Shifting slightly, he settled back in and gazed into the fireplace idly, watching the logs burn steadily.

He was just starting to doze off when Fey entered the room, using her magic to carry a small pot with a long curved handle that would let it hang from something. The daedric Eevee was a curious sight, with pure white fur on her body and head, and eggplant-purple fur on her tail, neck fluff, the tips of her ears, and the sock-like markings around her feet. Long, insect-like gossamer wings extended from her shoulders, though they currently lay flat against her back, and her eyes were a magenta pink color. Finally, she wore two gemstones, one on her forehead and one protruding from her neck fluff, both with the appearance of red slitted eyes.

Trotting over to the fireplace, she hung the pot handle on a hook above the flames so that it would be heated by the fire. "What're you making?" Venny asked curiously, opening both eyes fully.

Fey turned back to him and shook her head. "Nothing yet, I'm just melting some ice. The pipes are still frozen, so this is the only way I can get any water."

"I see," he replied as she walked over to him, sitting on her haunches next to the couch as she checked his injuries, holding her forepaw over the cast on his leg as she used some of her magic to examine him without touching him. It wasn't too surprising that the pipes had frozen up in such harsh weather, but it was going to be a problem sooner or later if it kept up...

The door to the living room opened again and Fey's roommates came in. "Feeeeeey," the Braixen whined, only for Fey to cut her off without even looking away from Venny.

"Eta, I've told you that I can't do much," Fey insisted. "We'll just have to wait until the water thaws."

"But we can't wait that long!" the Meowscarada that had entered with Eta complained. "Can't you do any magic stuff?"

"Go outside, Carmella," Fey said firmly. "I'm a healer, not someone who can conjure fire out of thin air."

"I'll freeze if I go outside!" Eta protested.

"What's going on...?" Venny asked, glancing between the two girls, noticing that they were both shifting from one foot to the other.

"We've gotta pee," Eta explained. "The pipes have been frozen for ages!"

"I have to pee too, and you don't see me whining about it," Fey told them. She turned away from Venny to check on the water, lifting up the lid of the pot, but the ice inside was only just starting to melt.

Venny turned his gaze back to the other two, and Eta leaned in to Carmella. "Maybe we can find a pot or something," she whispered, and Venny's ears flicked as he barely caught the words. The Meowscarada nodded, and they started to wander around the room nonchalantly, casually checking out the things in the room. Venny kept his gaze on them as they walked around; perhaps if they did find something he could watch them...

Most of the room's decorations weren't very suitable, though: bookshelves, a table and chairs, paintings and the like did give the room a warm and welcoming atmosphere but wouldn't do anything to contain any liquid. Carmella did find a potted plant on the windowsill, and picked it up, glancing around surreptitiously. Venny kept his eyes on her as she started to lower it to her loins, but just as the rim of the terracotta pot got close to her slit, Carmella looked over and spotted him staring at her. Before Carmella could say anything, though, Fey cleared her throat. "Carmella, you'd better not be thinking about contaminating my medicinal plants."

"I wasn't!" Carmella insisted, quickly putting the plant back on the windowsill. "I was just... looking at it!"

Fey gave her a firm gaze and Carmella backed away. The eevee walked over to one of the bookshelves to keep a better eye on Eta, and Carmella strolled over to the couch, putting one hand on the armrest and leaning in. "Thought you could peek, hm?" she whispered to him, though from the grin on her face and the playful tone of her voice, it didn't seem like she was overly bothered.

Venny's ears splayed against his head and he glanced away. "Um..."

Giggling quietly, Carmella crouched down a little bit. "You like watching girls pee, do you? Maybe you could help us out, that fur of yours looks pretty absorbent..."

Venny's nervous chuckle and sheepish grin was enough of an answer, but before he could reply verbally, Fey snapped, "Carmella!"

"What?" Carmella replied, acting innocent, though Fey wasn't buying it.

"Venny is my guest, and more importantly, he is injured," Fey said coldly, giving Carmella an unamused stare.

"Come on, Fey! I'm bursting, here! Besides, would you rather I go on him or on one of your carpets?"

"Get out of here, go on," Fey told them both, as tendrils of blue energy extended from the gems on her head and fluff, forming into oversized hands that pushed her two roommates towards the door. Despite their protests, both the Braixen and the Meowscarada were pushed into the corridor, and the magical hands closed the door before disappearing.

With a sigh, Fey went back to tending to Venny's injuries, changing the bandages on his arms. The next time she checked the pot, the ice had melted into water, and she used her magic to lift the pot off of its hook. "I'll be back shortly," she told Venny as she headed for the door, "I need to make some medicine for you."

"What kind of medicine?" he asked.

"The kind that will mean you only have a broken leg for a day instead of two weeks," she replied curtly. "Now get some rest, and don't touch those bandages."

She left him alone again, and he went back to staring into the fireplace. While the circumstances weren't ideal, the crackling of the fire, the howling of the wind outside and the softness of the couch were all relaxing in their own ways, and a few minutes later Fey returned. She had a cup of a greenish medicine for him that thankfully didn't taste nearly as bad as it looked or smelled, and after that she left him alone once more. The medicine made him quite drowsy, and he rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes to take her advice and get more rest...

He wasn't sure how much time passed when he heard the door open again and his ears flicked, his eyes opening to look as he snapped out of his dozing. Except it wasn't Fey who was returning at all – it was the other two, creeping in as quietly as they could. And they both seemed a lot more desperate, both of them holding one hand between their legs as they snuck into the room and slowly closed the door behind them to avoid making any noise.

Eta, looking directly at Venny, held one finger to her muzzle and went "Shh" quietly as the two of them approached. Raising an eyebrow but not saying anything, he watched the two girls close in on him, though the medicine that Fey had given him was making it hard to keep his eyes open.

"How're we going to do this?" Carmella whispered.

"Help me roll him onto his back," Eta answered just as quietly. "Just be careful with his leg."

"I have an idea..." Carmella mused as she stood next to the sofa. Together, the two of them carefully rolled Venny into a face-up position, and Carmella rested his cast-covered leg against the back of the sofa so that it had support and wasn't just hanging in the air.

"What's going on...?" Venny asked, though getting the words out was a struggle. That medicine was really powerful stuff.

"You wanted to watch earlier," Carmella teased him, reaching out and rubbing his belly with one hand. "So we thought we'd give you an up-close and personal show."

Venny gulped, staring wide-eyed up at the two of them, the promise of what they were going to do keeping him awake. Doubly so once Eta began climbing up over him, straddling his face while on her knees, grinning down at him as she positioned her pussy right over his muzzle. "Open wide," the Braixen teased.

Obligingly, he opened his mouth, and she immediately lowered her hips, wedging her pussy up against his open maw. Holding onto the back of the sofa with one hand, Eta let out a long sigh of relief and Venny felt her hot fluid start spraying against the roof of his mouth, pouring down his throat as he gulped and guzzled it eagerly.

"Wow, I can hear him chugging it," Carmella remarked as she listened to him swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Braixen piss, keeping her right hand between her legs, bouncing slightly in place. "I can't wait for my turn..."

"You might be waiting a while, I reeeeeeeally had to go," Eta teased, exhaling heavily, the hissing of her stream drowned out by the splashing of it within Venny's mouth and the heavy periodic gulps as he drank every drop. With her free hand she reached down and held onto the top of the Umbreon's head to keep him in place, and he gave a low groan and licked across her pissing pussy in response, staring up at her as she grinded her hips against his face.

After a good half-minute or so the door opened again and Fey came in, immediately spotting her two roommates. "What are you doing?" Fey barked out, narrowing her eyes.

"Taking care of our problem," Eta replied, smirking widely. "Since you weren't helping us."

"You're going to hurt him!" Fey protested, walking over slowly, her back legs pressed together as she moved.

"We were gentle," Carmella insisted, keeping her legs crossed around her hand. "He'd tell us if we hurt him."

"You'll make him sick," Fey insisted instead.

"Oh, I think he's done this before," Carmella replied, shaking her head. "He's obviously loving it..."

She lightly bapped Venny's cock with one hand; having the Braixen sitting on his face and pissing at full blast had gotten him incredibly aroused, and his cock was standing proudly from his sheath, the knot at the bottom uninflated. It wobbled back and forth briefly, and Eta looked over her shoulder for a moment as well before turning back and grinning down at Venny. "Oh, you ARE loving this, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically, clenching her muscles and spraying her pee even harder into his maw for a moment.

He gave a dreamy, lusty hum into her crotch in response before swallowing again, and Carmella chuckled. "See? Besides, would you rather we soak one of your carpets? He's the best option we have."

Fey let out a sigh as Eta wiggled her hips slightly, her spray starting to weaken, though it was taking a while to stop fully. "Fine," Fey conceded, "Do what you must."

Eta hummed as she finally ran dry, rubbing the top of Venny's head again. "Gimme another lick," she requested, and he obliged, licking across her pussy with his tongue once. "Good boy," she told him teasingly, then stood up and stepped aside, stretching her arms over her head as she stood by the fire and Venny panted for breath. "Okay, all yours, Carmy!"

Carmella climbed up onto the sofa, but rather than straddling his face, she instead stood with one foot on either side of his hips. "I don't see any reason to let this go to waste," she said playfully as she got down onto her knees and took her hand away from her pussy, using it to instead grab his shaft and aim it at her slit. Venny let out a gasp as she lowered her hips and took his cock into her smooth tunnels, and she gave a satisfied purr before wincing as her bladder reminded her of her urgent need to relieve herself.

So, as she began lifting her hips up, gripping the back of the couch for support, she stopped resisting and let her pee start to flow. Her stream gushed out against his belly and soaked his fur quickly, the hissing of her urine soon being drowned out by the progressively louder wet splashing as she saturated his fur completely. Each time she raised her hips up, her stream struck further up his belly, and every time she sank down she drenched the fur around his sheath, while he groaned out and his ears flattened against his head.

"Carmella, you're going to make a mess of the couch!" Fey complained.

"Maybe, but that's easier to clean than the carpet!" she pointed out, panting a bit as she rode the Umbreon and pissed all over his loins at the same time. She was being careful not to touch the leg that had a cast on it, keeping her bouncing motions steady and controlled, her stream splashing all over his lower body from her motions. Venny squirmed a bit, moaning in pleasure, his eyes shut as he reveled in the moment.

"Heeeeeey, Feeeeeeey," Eta teased as she and Fey watched the show Carmella was putting on, "You look like you could use some relief too... why not give him a drink like I did?"

Fey glanced to the side. "I will not mistreat my guest like that."

"But you'll let us do it?" Eta pointed out. "C'mon, I can see you squirming. And he loves it. Better than getting the carpets wet, yeah? It won't make the sofa any worse..."

Fey didn't reply at first, shifting in place, but the heavy pressure in her bladder was making its own opinion known. "I suppose I don't have a better option," Fey grumbled, stepping forward and starting to climb up onto the couch. Unlike Eta she faced away from his head as she straddled him and then lowered her hips down, and Venny didn't open his eyes until he felt her pussy pressing against his face. "Very well, Venny... let me know if you need me to stop, though."

"I w-" he began, only to be cut off by both of them descending together: Carmella hilting on his cock and Fey lowering her hips more to pin his head underneath her loins.

Eta's spray had been potent, but Fey's was something else. It was a heavy and powerful gush of urine that blasted into his mouth, and despite his best efforts to chug it down some of it ended up spilling out of his maw and running down his cheeks anyway. He squirmed underneath both of them as Carmella rocked her hips up and down, while Fey remained sitting on his face to empty her bladder, giving a low sigh as the pressure within was relieved by the powerful stream spraying into his mouth.

Even as Carmella's stream started to trickle off, he could feel how soaked his lower body was, with how much of the Meowscarada's excess piss had spilled underneath him to soak more of his fur, drenching his thighs and lower back. He couldn't focus on that too much though with Fey's geyser of piss spraying into his maw, more of it overflowing in spite of his repeated swallowing, her warm fluid getting more of his face wet, as well as spilling around his jaw and pouring down into his neck fluff.

He moaned into Fey's snatch, loving every moment, despite how full he felt – he'd drunk down so much fluid from the two of them that his belly was a little swollen from all of it, yet he still swallowed mouthful after mouthful as diligently as he could, if a bit slower than before. Fey was too lost in her relief, her eyes closed as she emptied out her bladder with her powerful stream, tail flicking and swishing over his head. Carmella wasn't satisfied with just having relieved herself and continued to ride his cock, making him squirm with every downward shove of her hips.

Soon enough he groaned heavily into Fey's pussy, feeling his orgasm approaching. "What is it? Need to breathe?" Fey asked, lifting her hips a bit – but not stopping her stream, so instead it poured all over his face and soaked his head utterly. In response he moaned out as Carmella brought him to climax, and as his knot swelled out she slammed down onto it and, after a moment's resistance, it popped into her tunnels before inflating the rest of the way to seal his cum inside as he started to blow. Carmella moaned out as she felt him unloading into her, fingering her clit to push herself over the edge with him, making her tunnels clench and spasm around his cock to milk him for all she could get from him.

Venny was lost in bliss as he was showered in Fey's pee while cumming hard, and shortly after his climax ended he felt Fey's stream weakening – from a powerful spray down to a more normal flow. He and Carmella panted for breath as the remainder of Fey's stream splashed against his head, and once she was fully done she stood back up and hopped down from the couch onto the floor.

"Wow, Fey, you made WAY more of a mess than Carmy did," Eta pointed out.

"I did," Fey conceded, starting to walk away. "But that's fine. After all, I'm not the one who will be cleaning it."

"What- hey!" Eta began to protest, only for Fey to give her a sharp glare, more tendrils of energy starting to extend from her gems. "Ugh, fiiiiiiiine," Eta whined, and Fey held her head up in satisfaction as she left. Only once she was gone and the door closed did Eta lean in close to Venny's head and whisper, "So... think you and I could have a round later?" making him squirm from how flustered her comment made him.
