After dozing off in front of the TV, you eventually wake to a sudden loud jingle; they always play ads way louder than the actual shows. As you shake the sleep from your head you see an anthropomorphic green lizard wearing a game show host outfit: a gold-threaded tuxedo with a matching top hat, fine white gloves, and one of those long black sticks with a white cap on the end. Their outfit is bottomless, but the bottom of their tuxedo jacket covers their loins from view.

"Hello, I'm the author known as Codelizard, or Code for short!" the lizard declares in a female voice, gesturing elaborately while asking, "Are you looking for excitement?" She reaches down off-camera and holds up a handful of coins, letting them slip through her fingers, glittering as they fall. "Are you interested in cash prizes?" she continues, flashing a grin at the camera, resting her stick on her shoulder. "And, do you have a piss kink?"

Wait, what? Man, late-night TV is even weirder than you thought.

"If so," Code continues with an elaborate gesture as the camera zooms out, "Then sign yourself up as a contestant on Raining Gold, a new game show coming to an adult TV channel near you!" The camera shows the rest of the studio, including fountains of yellow water – or at least, what LOOKS like yellow water. There's also a plastic tube with gold coins falling down it, landing in the square basin full of coins that Code reached into from off-camera earlier.

There's a sharp cut to Code leaning on the side of that tube, tapping her stick against it as the coins within continue to fall through it temptingly. "You'll be part of a team working to get your hands on these very riches," she explains, "And each of you will undertake challenges to see just how good you are with your stream! If you think you've got what it takes, then contact me at one of the options below!"

She gestures, pointing downward with her free hand and sweeping dramatically with her stick, and a set of instructions appears at the bottom of the TV screen:

1. REPLY IN A COMMENT BELOW, OR
2. SEND ME A NOTE ON FA, OR
3. CONTACT ME DIRECTLY ON TELEGRAM, STEAM, OR DISCORD

You scratch your head. Isn't this a TV ad...? Shouldn't there be a phone number or something?

The instructions remain on-screen as Code continues, "All you need to do is send me a picture of yourself, and a description of the challenge you want to take! If you don't have a picture, a text description will do; just mention your name, species, gender, personality, and appearance."

Suddenly, the camera sharply cuts to one of the fountains of probably-but-might-not-be water with yellow dye added to it. Code is standing in front of the fountain, but now her free hand has a googly-eyed sock puppet covering it, its fabric a plain baby blue with the letters 'YCH' stitched into the side. "But Code," Code says, trying to ventriloquate as she makes the sock puppet 'talk', "I can't afford your services!"

"Never fear, valiant contestant!" Code replies in her normal voice, "Because this offer is FREE!" The word 'FREE' appears in giant, glittering, and... dripping?... golden letters at the bottom of the screen for emphasis. "That's right, I'm using my upcoming personal slot in my commission queue for this, so it costs you NOTHING! All you have to do is make your submission, and I'll pick the best four or so for the pilot episode!"

"But Code," the sock puppet 'says' as she makes it speak up again, "I don't like group YCHs! What if I get paired with someone I don't like?"

"That's no problem either!" Code answers, making the sock puppet's mouth hang agape in pretend shock. "Your challenge is done solo. The other contestants, the live studio audience, and I will be watching, of course – how else am I supposed to do the color commentary? – but you'll be in your own little room while you're pissing your way to victory. So you don't need to worry about who else is on your team at all! Your only interactions with them will be dialogue between challenges or while watching someone else."

Her mouth broadens to a toothy grin as she goes on, "Of course, if you WANT to pair up with another contestant, or even with me, you can, but it's strictly opt-in. Obviously, if it's with another contestant, they have to request to pair with you too."

"But Code," the sock puppet asks, "What if I don't get picked?"

"This is just the pilot!" Code answers. "If there's enough interest, I'll do more episodes of the show, and you can re-enter with the same idea or a new one, with new entrants being prioritized."

"But Code," the sock puppet pipes up again, "I'm having trouble coming up with an idea for a challenge!"

"Don't worry, submissions will close when the slot before my next personal slot – currently at #5 in my queue – finishes being drafted and enters its editing phase. So you've got plenty of time, probably about a month*!" Code explains, somehow pronouncing an asterisk.

At the bottom of the screen, a disclaimer appears: '*Subject to fluctuation based on inspiration, writing speed, natural disasters, illnesses, holidays, etc.'

"If you need ideas, just try thinking of creative ways to put your piss to use! Perhaps a test of strength, if you can muster a powerful stream or a long distance spray. Or a test of dexterity, if you've got good aim or can be stealthy! A test of constitution, if you can hold it or have a long-lasting stream, or a test of charisma, if you think you can put on a good performance as you shower your surroundings!" Giving an exaggerated shrug, she adds less enthusiastically, "I don't know offhand how you'd test intelligence or wisdom, maybe a puzzle or something?"

"But Code," the sock puppet protests, "'Watersports' is a broad kink. What am I allowed to do in it?"

"Anything*!" Code declares with another audible asterisk, and the disclaimer this time simply reads '*That I'll write about'. "Be creative! Go wild! Your imagination's the limit! It has to be solo unless you opt-in to pair up, of course, but otherwise, have fun! As a Suspiciously Wealthy Furry(TM), I have the budget to bring in whatever props you might need if you need some interesting apparatus, or just want stuff to destroy. Obviously, the more aligned your request is with my own interests the more likely it is to get picked, but creative ideas appeal all by themselves too! You can include other kinks that I'd normally write about too, but the piss should be the focus, and nothing too extreme please, at least not for the pilot episode! If there's enough interest in something more extreme, we can always do a spinoff episode later." 

Leaning in towards the camera, she raises the hand holding her stick to the side of her mouth and loud-whispers, "That means NO SCAT, NO VORE, and NO EXOTIC PENETRATIONS."

"But Code," she ventriloquates for the sock puppet as she returns to her original position, "I don't know if I'm allowed to participate!"

"Almost anyone can! Any gender, and any furry species is allowed!" she begins excitedly. "That's 'furry' in the broad sense of just not being a human or a humanoid, by the way," she elaborates in a more neutral tone, "Scalies, avians and so on are all welcome. Especially dragons. Please, please sign up if you're a sexy dragon with big-"

A sharp cut from hasty editing suddenly shows an infomercial-style screen with Code awkwardly doing a meme dance in the corner, while the rest of the screen reiterates the instructions: REPLY IN A COMMENT or SEND ME A NOTE or MESSAGE ME DIRECTLY. Include a TEXT OR VISUAL CHARACTER REFERENCE and A DESCRIPTION OF THE CHALLENGE YOU WANT TO UNDERTAKE. You must EXPLICITLY OPT-IN IF YOU WANT TO PAIR UP WITH ANOTHER CONTESTANT OR WITH CODE. Optionally, please indicate a preference for any more extreme specialty episodes in the future.

After a moment, the panel changes to show the YCH sock-puppet excitedly being held under the tube of gold coins so that they rain down onto it, and a voice-over rapidly reads: "Raining Gold is a fictional TV show that doesn't actually exist, and is merely the framing device for an erotic fetish YCH story. All cash prizes exist only in-universe. Raining Gold is not liable for any damage to the fourth wall. The events within the episodes of Raining Gold are not canon to the characters who feature on it. Some suspension of disbelief is required."

...and then, as suddenly as it began, the TV moves on to a perfectly normal advert for some laundry detergent, leaving you wonder if you're still dreaming or if you just hallucinated all of that in your sleepy state.