In a forest somewhere, a pack of 5 anthro wolves waited by the lake in anticipation. It was that time again, the was the 3rd sunrise of every seventh sunrise. It was the time where the mysterious human dressed in a white lab coat appeared. On somedays, she simply came by to collect cups of the lake water, somedays she picked at the forest soils like a bird and took small bits of dirt and rocks, and other days, she collected nothing, but made strange marks on white paper while simply observing. The wolves didn’t understand the purpose of these peculiar actions, but they quickly realized the human was friendly. Each time she appeared she always shared her human treats with them, along with generous headpats, ear scritches, and if she was feeling extra charitable, belly rubs. 
	Today was no different, as again the wolves ran towards to the sound of her footsteps, greeting her with open arms and wagging tails. She chuckled, almost overwhelmed at the ambush group hug, so many excited yips and arms tugs for her attention. Her hands couldn’t pet those sweet heads fast enough, every time she moved to one needy boy, the other pouted and yipped for her to return. Unable to satisfy the fickle animals, she went on to start her sample collections and note takings
	As usual the wolves tried to help along as much as they could, excitedly running up with paw fulls of soil, pebbles, and the occasional freshly hunted small animal. Although it was often not what she intended to collect, the scientist accepted the good boys’ offerings with a smile and a treat in reward. 
	Everything occurred as it usually did, except for when it came to what they thought was the end of her weekly tasks. After putting away her forest samples, she brought out an empty glass jar. The wolves watched with curious tilted heads as she approached group.
	First, she held out the jar out at crotch level to a rather skittish silvery wolf. He initially pulled back from the mysterious glass, but then leaned down to sniff it. Maybe it had some treats? But no, his nose picked up no scents. It was empty. Suddenly, the human started making strange hissing sounds while pointing in the jar. He flinched and looked on nervously as she had seemingly become possessed. Whatever she wanted, he was lost on how to give it.
	On to the 2nd, a tall wolf with dark brown fur. No flinching, he fearlessly sniffed it and quickly came to the same conclusion as his silver friend. He tilted his head at the human’s soft hissing noises and hissed back, assuming that maybe he’d communicate the magic word. 
	On the 3rd wolf, the bluish-grey runt of the group, she had to kneel to hold it at his crotch fluff. He too couldn’t crack the mystery, and instead used the opportunity to give her a hug while she was at his height level. The human smiled, and gave the cuddly boy a nice ear scritch, but still no dice. 
	4th was a tan furred wolf who looked excited for his try. When the human’s hisses started again, he tried to mimic them himself, but only managed a more raspberry sound. It made him giggle, although it clearly didn’t fill the jar. He stopped her before she could go on to the next wolf, having a lightbulb go off in his head. He quickly kneeled and scooped up some soil. He proudly presented his haul3 to the human. She gave him a head pat for trying, but this jar wasn’t meant for that.
	5th and final was the black furred wolf. He had witnessed before that the jar was empty, and that their dear human did not want it filled with soil or rocks, and probably not a dead bird either. His ears flickered at the sound of her soft hisses. They were oddly familiar, not the hostile or fearful kind of his he’d hear from others in the forest, but more akin to something completely self-made…kind of like that subtle hiss when he relieved himself onto the forest floor. And come to think of it, he did drink a lot of water from the lake earlier. He kinda did have to go…
	With his tongue casually blepped, he gave a short exhale through his nose and a stream of urine flowed out of his sheath into to the jar. The other wolves around him looked on with a mix of surprise, shock, curiosity, and intrigue. The human however, looked at him with a smile and nodded. It seems that this indeed is what she wanted…what an odd creature. His stream petered out just as the jar reached 3/4 full. 
	The human closed the jar and gave the good boy a hug and plenty of pets, the really nice kind that massaged his face cheeks too. The wolves around him were already turning green with envy, but the tipping point was when the human pulled out an absolutely delicious looking cut of meat from her knap sack. That wolf got to have all of that for himself, for peeing!
	Immediately the rest of the jealous group barked and yipped for a chance to get their own special treat, they could all pee too! Unfortunately for them, their human didn’t need any more urine samples. She gave them all goodbye head pats and hurried away before they either started crying or fighting each other to be first in line for the jar. 
After she left, the group then turned on the wolf to share his treat. It was only fair they all get a bite or two, they’re all friends here. However, to the black wolf the blood of delicious animal carcasses runs thicker than friendship. The rest of the group responded in turn by attempting to make his blood run. After a few petty scuffles, Black ran off into the forest to consume his prize in peace. He came back with a full belly and fell asleep happily gnawing on the bone. He certainly couldn’t wait for the next 3rd sunrise. And now that the other wolves knew the key to their own special prize, neither could they…
	7 sunsets, 7 moons, and 7 sunrises past, it was that time of the week again. On that morning, all the wolves lined up by the lake. They each knelt by the river and took long gulps of water until they were full. If it’s pee their human wants it’s pee she’ll get, and the wolves will make sure she’ll get a lot. The more they produced, the more steak they’ll probably get, it seemed liked a fair exchange.
	After about an hour, most of the wolves were feeling Ok. Most of the water had finally shifted from their bellies and was making its way to their bladders. Thus, they felt fit to do their usual morning tasks of playing, hunting, or going back to sleep some more. All of them, except the runt. Being the smallest of the group also meant having the smallest bladder. 
	The blue wolf walked around stiffly, holding his elbow. His bladder was feeling tight and uncomfortable. It was much too early for their human friend to arrive now, if he wanted his prize, and to be her goodest boy, he had to hold it in. But right now, feeling his bladder shiver with every breath, he didn’t know if he could. He whined and cringed against a rising stab of pressure.
	The tanned wolf, feeling fine except for just the slightest twinge down below, snickered upon noticing the blue runt’s robotic movement. He blushed, it wasn’t his fault he had a little bunny’s bladder. He scurried deeper into the forest, the mocking laughter certainly wasn’t making this easier.
	2 hours in, most of the group was starting to feel some pressure. The silver wolf was awakened from his nap by the weight of liquids in his lower belly. It wasn’t unbearable…yet, but it was certainly beyond the threshold of when he’d normally relieve himself. His anxiety made him start trembling, how long could he possibly expect to hold this…
	The tan wolf laid by the lake shore watching ducks and fish swim around. The wetness of his entertainment was starting to get to him. He gave a little wiggle in his position to help shake off those desperation spikes, but to no avail. Perhaps he could find something less watery to occupy himself with. Where’s the lil runt? He’s pretty funny, although he might be a little watery by now.
	Tan took a short walk into the forest when his ears picked up the sound of leaves crunching. He poked his head out from behind a tree and saw Little Blue stomping in place. His face was scrunched in pain, he breathed hard and had his paws balled up into fists. He looked down at the bulge in his bladder with teary eyes. It seemed like he was nearing his limit. No way he’d last until their human arrived, never mind even another five minutes. In that case, it wouldn’t be cheating to play a little trick, right?
	The tan wolf snuck up right behind the runt, who was far too distracted with his own needs to hear his mischievous friend approach. Tan smiled, he filled his lungs with air and let out the biggest most booming “woof!” right into the runt’s ear. 
	Little Blue yelped, while at the same moment a jet of urine shot out of his sheath. He panicked, hopping around and whining. With one leg crossed over the other he nearly bent down to the ground and strained to slow his jet to a trickle. His teary, grit-teethed, and pained mug was met by the tanned wolf’s sly smile. They both knew he couldn’t stop it completely, the runt had already lost, and although saddened, he was more than ready to relieve himself of this burden…if only his mischievous “friend” wasn’t watching.
	The runt shyly flickered his paw, a request for the other wolf to give him some privacy. Tan shook his head, he wanted to see this disaster unfold. Little Blue waved his paw faster while yelping, his eyes screaming ‘please,’ squirts of pee dripping down his legs. His observer only chuckled.
	The blue wolf whined, he couldn’t take it anymore. He closed his eyes as his stream increased back to a high-pressure canon. His thighs soaking wet, he untwisted his legs and stood in a shaky wide legged stance. His pee arced into the air, raining down 5 feet away. His mouth drooped open, and his eyes gained a faraway look. For a second, he forgot he lost, and let the release take over.
The tanned wolf laughed at first, after all this gives him one less competitor, however seeing the runt’s joyous relief reminded him of his own bladder’s needs. He flinched and squeezed his sheath. This was getting too painful to watch, or even listen to. He spastically walked away in search of somewhere dryer.
Little blue’s stream reduced to just a gentle drip, he was empty. He looked down, a burning red on his face. No special treats or head pats for him. The little runt solemnly waded into lake and took the time to wash his fur. 
	3 hours in, the silver wolf paced around in erratic circles, knees together, and nervously chewing on his claw. He never held his pee this long before, and it really hurt! He even noticed his bladder bulging under his flesh, that never happened before! Oh no, does this mean he’s gonna explode? Should he just let it out now? No, he’s gotta win his treats. …Should he poke it? He curiously jabbed his own paw finger into the jiggly ball of liquid. He immediately jumped and howled at the surge of pain. 
	The brown wolf in contrast tried to deal with his bladder woes by meditating under the shade of a tree. He winced every now and then but keeping himself calm was working well so far. His panicking silver friend, however, was putting a dent in his concentration. His knees quivered at the sound of whines. A growl grew in his throat, that stupid wolf… AWOOOOOOOO
	Brown jumped, flailing onto his side at the sudden howls. He then whipped a paw down the squeeze his sheath and pressed his thighs together. He glared at Silver. He nearly gave Brown a heart attack, and then almost scared all the pee right out of him! He barked angrily at the howling fool.
	Silver froze and went silent. The pressure inside of him was still bursting, even more so with this sudden freeze, but he also valued his life. Perhaps, he should try to take the brown wolf’s kind suggestions and calm down. Maybe…just cross his legs, tuck that sheath in…hmpf…Ok, Ok, take deep breaths…nnnng, don’t panic, don’t think about how much it hurts, mmmhf, oh no, there’s a trickle coming down from his bladder, he could feel it rushing to his tip. Squeeze, squeeze! Don’t let it out, don’t let it out, don’t let out…aaaaaahhhh!
	A heavy spurt left small streams dripping down his legs. The silver wolf shrieked, his paws holding his distressed face. It came out! Oh, and it felt kinda good…augh, but the rest of it still hurt! While doubled over and dripping, he mentally forfeited and apologized to their human, he just couldn’t do it. 
	Silver took a few breaths and started a mad dash, er, gallop over to the nearest tree, leaving a trail of moist Earth in his wake. When he reached the tree, he pushed his hips forward and let his stream soak its base. Hah…hooooo, that feels so good. Silver leaned his head back and sighed. He hoped to never, ever, have to do that again. He also hoped that their human would still consider him a good boy even without much pee to give.
	The 3 remaining wolves watched on silently in the distance. There was a subtle feeling of triumph that they had made it this far, but there was also the envy for silver’s relief and the foreboding realization that their struggle was far from over.
	4 hours in, the black wolf was at his wits end. Being the original “winner,” he was a little too cocky in assuming he could easily wait for their human to return. After his initial drink at the lake, he went on to eat some juicy berries and even went back drink more from the lake when he felt his thirst rise again. And now, here he was withering on the ground in agony. He was so full that he couldn’t even lean up without the immense pain forcing him back down. 
	He whined and huffed as he squirmed in the grass. He held his sheath tight, arching his back and constantly reorienting his legs in a vain attempt to find a position to help relieve the pressure. The tan wolf looked over him, doing his own in place jig. He was curious as to if Black was literally going to explode.
	The black wolf briefly locked teary eyes with Tan, as if begging him for help. But of course Tan could do nothing, not that he wanted to, and watched on with a giddy smile as Black’s movements grew more rapid. 
	The black wolf could feel his bladder reaching its limit. He whined as he felt the pressure rose to a fever pitch. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth, his legs twisted, and clenching every muscle in his body while groaning his effort. Alas, it wasn’t enough. He gasped as a high-pressure stream of urine shot high into the air. Tan’s eyes widened, he had to crane his neck to see its height. 
Black quickly turned his hips sideways to stop his stream from raining back down on him, making Tan scramble out of the way his geyser. He panted as the golden river flowed out of him, his eyes becoming half lidded and toes scrunching at the feeling. Overwhelmed by his relief, he mentally accepted his loss rather quickly, he already won and proved himself before. And with the dizzying bliss he felt right now, he believed he still won in his own way. He smiled at that thought and enjoyed the rest of his “victory.”
By hour 5, it was only the brown and tan wolves left. Brown kept his place sitting under the tree shade although it was getting noticeably hard to keep his stoic composure. The tan wolf decided to sit in front of him, mirroring the same jittery cross-legged pose. He initially thought he’d have some fun antagonizing Brown, maybe throw some obnoxious faces his way, see how many times he could poke him before getting his finger bitten off, but his bladder demanded his full attention. Hard to pull a silly face when you were constantly scowling in pain.
The 3 failed wolves sat around them, encapsulated in the struggle. Tan squirmed and twisted in place, paws in his crotch, and his tail sweeping the ground behind him. Opposite from him, Brown stayed mostly still save for his shaking and the occasional tensing against an urgent wave. To their observers it was clear that the tanned wolf was much closer to the edge. His face was scrunched and beet red in his desperate strains. 
6 ears perked up when Tan suddenly whimpered and pulled his knees up to his chest. He rocked back and forth on his rump. His breathing grew raspy, his teeth bared to the imaginary foe causing his suffering. The 3 wolves leaned in closer, knowing the inevitable was about to happen. Seconds later the rocking stopped, and Tan puffed out his cheeks, visibly tensing up. He was holding his breath and clenching as his last resort. The 3 wolves seemed to have lost their own breath in suspense. Tan’s tongue even reached towards his nose, every single part of his body trying its hardest to hold on, but it was futile.
Like a cork popping out of bottle, his breath blew out his maw. This happened concurrently with a loud hiss of urine flowing forth from his sheath and soaking his belly fur. Tan gasped the sudden warmth, before his expression melted and his tongue hung from his mouth. His twitching limbs unfurled one by one until his dripping legs were flat against the ground and his stream jet into the dirt in front of him. He watched his sheath blast away with a bright red face, embarrassed that this had to happen in front of the whole pack, but he was far too weakened by the strong sensations to stop himself. 
The other wolves watched on with a heavy dose of schadenfreude for the mischievous wolf. Little Blue was especially happy, considering this was the same wolf who made him lose. He ran up to Brown under the tree, tail wagging, and pointed to the mess unfolding just before him. Why wasn’t he celebrating, he won!
Brown looked back at Blue with a faltering expression. Yes, he won the holdout of which wolf gets to pee for the human, however it meant nothing without the human there. Thus, he had no reason to celebrate, his fight still wasn’t over.
The brown wolf held his position against the tree. His shaking grew harder, he found himself constantly twitching and jerking over to his sides against waves of desperation that increased in frequency. Everything hurt, his bloating bladder seemed to transmit a stinging pain across his body with every pulse, a punishment for holding it in so long. He closed his eyes and tried his hardest to clear his mind and relax.
After a while, the group finally began to pick up on the distinctive sound of human feet thumping the ground. All the wolves that could move got up and dashed in her direction, leaving Brown squirming place. The excitement of her arrival made his tail wag and his bladder pang knowing it’s release was near. He grit his teeth and pressed his back against the tree until it dissipated. 
He used one paw to dig his claws into the tree trunk behind him, and the other to clamp down on his sheath. He rose on to shaking feet and whined as gravity made the contents of his bladder hang down. Ok, now he only needed to walk her. Just a short walk and this whole thing would be over. He could do this…ah…hah…ow! Each step brought a jolt to his bladder, and a quick burst of sharp pain. He bit his paw to keep from crying out and kept going. He took twisted steps, keeping his thighs pressed together. Tears were forming in his eyes, his lower body going numb, but he couldn’t stop, he was so close. 
In the distance, he could see their human, her white lab coat standing out against the green forest backdrop. She was busy petting and scratching the happy wolves. He tried calling out for her, but his bark was reduced to a wheezy yelp. Nonetheless he called out as loudly as he could, his limping steps becoming harder to continue, feeling the contents of his bladder starting to slip.
The human had noticed one wolf was missing from their usual quintuple but didn’t think much of it. Perhaps the 5th wolf needed more time to wake from his afternoon nap. It was only when she picked up on the faint sound of labored yelps did she realize something was wrong. She adjusted her glasses and gasped upon seeing the brown wolf staggering along reaching out for her. 
She brushed past the excited wolves—much to their chagrin—and ran to meet Brown right before he fell to his knees and doubled over. She kneeled before him and held his head up. Was he hurt? Was he sick?
Brown looked up at her with big pleading eyes and tears rolling down his face. He made hissing sounds as loud as he could, just like yesterday. That’s the signal, right? He held it for her all this time and couldn’t take it anymore. Please understand, please, before he exploded.
The human was confused at the hissing but knew they were a sound of distress. She looked him over for a hint and caught eye of the issue. His paws were locked in tight to his crotch by his pressed thighs, with squirts of urine seeping between his fingers. The poor thing was bursting!
She quickly fumbled through her satchel and pulled out an empty jar. Brown nodded rapidly while heaving. He shuffled closer and practically threw himself on her, leaning into her arms. He needed this so bad, he couldn’t wait for he to fully get the jar in place. His sheath started to balloon with urine. He yelped and let it go, a powerful jet of pee immediately begun blasting the human’s hand and the side of the jar making urine spray everywhere. For split second his eyes went wide, feeling a quick bout of guilt for marking her, but that was quickly replaced with heavy waves of relief. He couldn’t hold back a moan, all of the pain and pressure that had weighed him down for hours just washed away. His vision went blurry, he couldn’t stop shaking out of pleasure. He leaned further into the human, his body going limp.
All the while, the human gave him gentle rubs with her other hand. She didn’t seem to mind that her coat was a little bit stained, getting a little dirty is part of the day’s work for her. Her hand went from giving him head pats to rubbing his lower belly, helping press his flow out, and helping deal with the lasting soreness of an overstretched bladder. She set the now overflowing jar down and casually wiped her wet hand onto her coat. The poor boy was still far from empty, he really held it all in for her. These wolves are too sweet for their own good. She continued petting and rubbing with both hands.
The other wolves watched on astounded by Brown’s bladder capacity, while also growing jealous of all the attention he was getting. Brown himself certainly felt like he was in heaven, every part of his body, inside and out felt pure euphoria, all the while their human cooed incomprehensible words of her language in his ear. Her voice had a bubbly loving tone to it, he assumed this meant she was happy with his efforts and blushed satisfied.
Eventually, his stream had trickled to a stop, leaving him with a beautiful empty feeling, and a comforting warmth on his legs. It was probably he own urine, but in the moment it was pleasing nonetheless. The human kept petting, letting the last drops drip off his sheath to make sure he was fully empty. Brown looked up at her with rosy cheeks and smiled, his tail wagging. He did it. He did it all for her, unlike any of those loser wolves. And as if this moment couldn’t get any better, the human reached back in her bag, and feed him his own thick and juicy cut of meat. She chuckled as the wolves around her barked and yipped their protest. Such silly creatures.
The 4 other wolves huffed at this loss and glared at Brown’s stupid grin. But it’s Ok, let him enjoy this. Because another week will past, and she’ll be back again. They already knew what to do. Each wolf was absolutely positive that next time, they’ll be the winner for sure!