Standing in front of the left door of the duplex house in a t-shirt and jeans, Tulip wedged her foot under the corner of the rubber mat and lifted it up, finding nothing underneath. So, he'd moved the key.

But the Lopunny was not so easily deterred, and reached over to the mailbox next to the door, lifting the flap and peering inside with her crimson eyes. Despite the darkness inside the mailbox, she could still see the shiny metal surface of what was unmistakably a door key. In under ten seconds, she was on the other side of the front door, and closed it behind her.

Her ex's place didn't look that much different from the last time she'd been here – when he wasn't her ex. That had been before she'd found out about him cheating on her, of course, and the angry phone call she'd given him hadn't properly allowed her to get her revenge. But now that he and his new floozy were out of town, she had his whole place to herself.

And she – with her incredibly spacious bladder – was going to make sure he didn't forget her. 

She wasn't going to waste time either. Just inside the front door was another mat, brown and bristly, that she was currently standing on. She kicked off her shoes and stripped off her jeans, tossing them over the coat rack next to the door, and squatted down over the welcome mat – as usual, she wasn't wearing any panties, so her pussy was already bared to the open air.

Within moments, a thick, hard jet of her piss was spraying into the middle of the welcome mat, drenching the fibers and soaking into it, darkening it considerably. It didn't take long for her to drench it so much that excess piss was spilling over the edge and onto the floor of the hallway, her heavy stream splashing loudly.

But she wasn't going to let it all out on just the mat. Cutting off her stream with a clench of her muscles, she stood up, and took a few steps to where a fern sat in a pot up against the wall. Standing right in front of the pot, Tulip put her hands on her hips and relaxed her muscles, allowing the shower of urine to continue as a spray. It rained down onto the thin leaves of the fern and the dirt in the pot itself, some stray splashing droplets striking the wall behind the plant. The dirt inside the planter was quickly turned into mud, as she added piss to it faster than it could soak in, forming a puddle on top.

Once satisfied that she had soaked it enough, she left her jeans and shoes behind in the hallway and strode into the living room. Feeling the carpet beneath her sock-covered feet, as she looked around for her next target. Her eyes were drawn to the sofa at first, but then they settled on a better target: the glass coffee table in front of it, and all the things that were arranged on it.

Raising one foot, Tulip set it down near the edge of the coffee table, leaning her body over it. Resting one arm on her raised leg, she used her free hand to spread apart the lips of her slit, gazing downward. In the middle of the table was a fancy, purple, glazed porcelain bowl with some decorative rocks in it, and they were the first thing on the table to receive the golden shower that gushed forth from Tulip's urethra. The yellow fluid poured over them and pooled up inside the bowl, a splashing sound coming as the fluid level rose.

Wiggling her hips, she brought her powerful stream to bear on the rest of the table. A stack of napkins was drenched top to bottom in seconds, and the heavy jet of urine knocked the TV remote off the smooth glass surface entirely and onto the floor. There was a tiny plant pot with a succulent plant inside, and though it was too heavy to be pushed by her stream, she still gave it a few seconds of being showered by her piss. After that, she stopped pissing and lowered her foot, leaving the table soaked, urine dripping from multiple sides of it.

Stepping through into the kitchen, she considered her options as she stood bottomless on the linoleum tiles. The cabinets? The counters? What next?

Her eyes picked out a light on the front of the dishwasher, indicating that it was done. Evidently, her ex had started it before leaving for his trip. Pulling the door open and downward, Tulip confirmed that it was loaded with glasses, cups, plates and bowls, all sparkling clean – but not for much longer.

Pulling both the top and bottom racks out as far as they would go, Tulip quickly turned all of the cups, mugs, and bowls over so they weren't upside-down. Then, she sat herself down on the counter above the dishwasher with her legs held wide out to the sides, and her hands holding the edge of the counter. When she began pissing once again, it splashed all over the cups and glasses on the top rack, her yellow piss pooling up inside some of them. The rest of it dripped down onto the dishes and bowls, pooling up in the latter, and Tulip began wiggling her hips back and forth to make sure she covered as much of the dishware as she could, watching gleefully as her golden piss ran down and dripped off of glass and ceramic alike, stray droplets landing on the floor all around the dishwasher.

She didn't bother to put the racks back in or close it up as she shuffled to the side and got back onto the floor, but she noticed that one tall glass close to where she had been sitting had managed to escape getting wet. Plucking it from the dishwasher, she set it down on the floor and stood above it, staring downwards as she started pissing once more. She overshot slightly and her piss splashed on the linoleum, but with a quick adjustment she got it to land inside the glass. The fluid level rose rapidly, along with a head of foam on the top as her stream splashed loudly and deeply into the rising pee. Only once it had overflowed completely and begun spilling onto the floor did she stop and move on, leaving the spreading puddle of piss behind as she went back to the hallway and up the stairs.

She almost continued on directly to the rooms, but took a moment to turn around and stand at the top of the stairs. Leaning on the top of the railing with one hand, she spread her pussylips with the other and let her piss stream fly once more, splashing onto the third stair from the top. Squatting down to instead hit the topmost one, she kept her stream steady to let it spill over the edge of the stair and down to the next, sending a golden yellow waterfall all the way down one stair at a time. Once it reached the ground floor, she cut it off, giving an approving look at the sight before continuing on.

First was the bathroom, but she glanced inside quickly and didn't see anything immediately appealing to soak – it was a room made to be wet, after all. The bedroom was at the end of the hall, but along the way, she passed the folding doors that led to the tiny laundry room. Opening them up, she saw only the washing machine, the dryer, and an empty red laundry basket. Tulip started to close the door, but then a thought occurred to her: if the laundry basket was in here, then surely the laundry was too.

A quick glance inside the dryer confirmed her theory: like the dishwasher, her ex had loaded it up and set it to go before leaving for his trip. 'Helpfully,' she grabbed the laundry and took it out, tossing it onto the floor haphazardly until she had emptied the dryer completely.

But it was only to set up her next action, of course: standing on the pile of clean laundry and squatting down once more before starting to shower the clothes in her piss. T-shirts, dress shirts, pants, jeans and underwear all were pummeled alike by the hard stream that Tulip pissed onto them, moving her hips and shuffling her feet around to make sure she drenched the entire laundry pile. Fabric darkened and glistened as her pee soaked it through, her moving hips keeping the stream from lingering in one place for long. When she stopped, only a single sock at the edge of the pile was left unscathed, and she picked it up and wiped some stray droplets from her loins before tossing it onto the pile and moving on to the bedroom.

She already knew before she entered that her target was going to be the bed, and she went straight for it, climbing up onto it without so much as a second look around. It had been made hastily, but it didn't matter to her. Standing in the center of the bed, Tulip took aim at the pillows and was soon pissing all over one of them, drenching it in moments with a huge dark stain. The one beside it was next, as she turned her body without stopping her stream, some of it splashing on the backboard of the bed too.

Turning in a complete circle, Tulip painted a circle of piss on the bed, though she splashed the carpet on both sides of the bed as she did. After a full turn, she shuffled back while wiggling her hips, sending her piss spraying all over the bed and the floor on either side, her stream breaking up into droplets due to her movements. Squatting down, she gave it a good, heavy soaking right in the middle of the bedclothes, saturating the blanket completely to the point where her piss pooled up on top of it as it spread out, making a loud splashing sound instead of the pattering it had produced before.

She was considering emptying the rest of her bladder there on the bed, until she looked around idly. Now that she was actually giving the room a proper look, she soon saw something very different from her last visit: on the chest of drawers near the bed was a big Vaporeon plush, with a smug expression and a little paper card hanging from its collar. She knew her ex's new girl was a Vaporeon, so with her suspicion raised, Tulip stopped pissing, hopped off the bed onto the dry part of the carpet, and inspected the plush's card and the message written on it. 

"With love! Thanks for picking me over that silly rabbit girl~"

There was a heart drawn under the message, and the whole thing confirmed her suspicion: it was a gift from her ex's new girlfriend.

Tulip narrowed her eyes at the plushie and its smug look. "So you like wet girls, huh?" she asked aloud as she snatched the plushie off of the dresser, carrying it with her out into the corridor. "I'll make sure she's nice and wet for you, don't worry!"

Returning to the bathroom she had passed by before, Tulip raised up the lid and seat on the toilet with her left hand before tossing the plush into it, where it still stared up at her smugly. Putting down the seat, Tulip sat down on the toilet and spread her legs, pissing at full blast into the bowl.

But there was no splash, for her stream only hit the plushie, drenching its fabric fur. Staring down at it between her legs, she watched the hard jet of her urine strike the fabric and soak it in moments, spilling around it and spreading the wetness around. She leaned forward to aim further back, making sure that no part of the plushie went un-soaked. It didn't take long before excess was dripping into the water at the bottom, but Tulip didn't let up for a second, continuing to blast the plushie with immense amounts of piss.

After all she had sprayed across her ex's house, she did finally begin to run dry, but her waning stream still lasted for a good two minutes as it rained onto the plush Vaporeon, staining its fur. When she finally got down to just drips, Tulip clenched her muscles several times to make sure every last drop got squeezed onto the plush toy.

Standing up, she closed the lid and left the plushie there to soak. Stopping by the towels only long enough to wipe her pussy dry, Tulip walked back to the stairs, slid down the banister to avoid getting her feet wet on the stairs, and quickly got her jeans and shoes back on.

Moments later, she was outside, having locked the door and returned the key to where she had taken it from. That cheater would be in for one hell of a surprise when he got back.
