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It started when I was in the mood for the vastly underrated nude desperation and wondered if it was possible to still have an \"accident\" while naked...I think the answer is yes. \n\nI've spent so long on this and thought of so much lore that I've fallen in love with what were supposed to be throwaway chars and [i]might[/i] give them each little mini stories in the future. But for now, hoping to have an epilogue for this posted within a week.\n\nVery special thanks to the amazing [iconname]GraceGull[/iconname] for in-depth proof reading and providing ideas that helped expand the story. I also might've tried to steal a little bit from their style in some parts [s]don't tell them[/s], but I highly recommend you read their stuff for the superior source.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A story I've spent way too long getting out (and technically still isn't finished). It started when I was in the mood for the vastly underrated nude desperation and wondered if it was possible to still have an "accident" while naked...I think the answer is yes.

I've spent so long on this and thought of so much lore that I've fallen in love with what were supposed to be throwaway chars and might give them each little mini stories in the future. But for now, hoping to have an epilogue for this posted within a week.

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for in-depth proof reading and providing ideas that helped expand the story. I also might've tried to steal a little bit from their style in some parts don't tell them, but I highly recommend you read their stuff for the superior source.", "writing": "“[i]Mmmm[/i]…” Tangerine groaned from beneath the blanket. The orange and white patterned throw his new owner gifted him blended perfectly with his namesake tangerine tabby-stripes. It was well into the morning, and a feline’s circadian rhythm always started late. His bed placement under the couch further made the time of day a mystery to his kitty senses. A feline’s bladder, on the other paw, was always much more keen to the time of day. “[i]Oooh[/i]…” Tangerine scowled as those sharp stings above his crotch dragged him into consciousness, his body instinctively uncurling away from that bloated ball in its center. “[i]Oww[/i]…” He mewled, blinking frazzled green eyes open. He squirmed, it was an all too familiar feeling, no time to even adjust from such a long night’s sleep. He needs the litter box, and he needs it [i]now.[/i]\n\nTangerine rolled out of his bed and made the shaky, huffy crawl out into the open. His small, flexible, anthro frame and nimble digitigrade legs usually had no trouble sliding from underneath the couch, but his full bladder pressing against the floor [i]hurt[/i]. He immediately clamped a paw on his exposed privates as he staggered onto two feet. \n\nThe terminally shy kitten hadn’t quite adjusted to life indoors yet, it was only about a month ago when he was brought in from off the cold streets. His thoughtful new owner used highlegs on all of the furniture for potential wallflower kittens like him. It gave him a nice space hidden away from his noisy foster brothers, even if still a little tight. His nose twitched, there were hints of breakfast in the air. Their master seemed to be preparing something deliciously fishy. [i]Mmf[/i], his tail spiked, and his knees turned inward from an urgent pang. Food is the least of his problems right now.\n\nHe skittered into the hallway and rushed towards the laundry room where the litter box was kept, leaving its offending sights and scents out of general view. Yet with each step closer to the savior of his relief, anxiety drove his heartbeat faster. Tangerine’s life as stray taught him never to mark over the scent of another cat, and the scars under his fur proved that not even accidents were exempted. But, this designated potty-box combined the kittens’ supercharged scents into one place. It was so, very, [i]unnatural[/i]. Using it always brought back memories painful enough to challenge the agony of a full bladder. He often waited until his urge was unbearable before building the courage to go. \n\nAnd this morning he didn’t even have to wait. In fact, he [i]couldn’t[/i]. He hoped with every bit of his little kitty body that he’d at least have no line and no audience. But alas, this morning wasn’t being very kind to him. \n\n“What are you doing?! Just go already!”\n\n“Um…I-I can’t…”\n\n“What do you mean you can’t?!”\n\n“It’s…weird.”\n\nTangerine’s ears flattened as he approached. Not only was there a line, but it seemed stagnant and [i]loud[/i]. He slowed to a limp, dread making his feet feel heavy. He took a breath, his anxious mind too easily forgot that his foster brothers were benign, silly kittens with no territorial stakes to risk offending. But, a blush still rose on his face thinking of how they’d see him squirm and dance like a weak baby. And…what if he doesn’t [i]make it?[/i] [i]Mmmm[/i], street cats were mean to him for far less. \n\nHe straightened his gait and moved his trembling paws from his crotch. 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The lean Patches was just a hair smaller than him, but those muscular arms packed a brutal squeeze.\n\n“Good morning…” Cookie said, stilted through a layer of frustration.\n\n“Hey Tangerine.” Dusty turned his head to say, a layer pink on his cheeks. By the movement of his arms, he seemed to be fiddling with his crotch.\n\n“Hi.” Tangerine’s quiet voice didn’t reflect his inner panic.\n\n“Gee, you’re really shaky Tangerine.” Patches observed with a bubbly tint. “Gotta pee?”\n\n“A-a little.” Tangerine answered with a blush, that paw slipping away from his crotch.\n\n“Me too! I gotta pee so [i]baaaaaaaaad![/i]” Patches did a mini jig that sent Tangerine’s paws clamping back down. “But Dusty’s stuck!”\n\n“H-huh?” Tangerine shivered when Patches finally let him go.\n\n“His pee’s stuck so we’re trying to make him go. Wanna help?” \n\n“I can pee, I just…I-I need a minute…” Dusty mumbled.\n\n“Why can’t he go?” Tangerine asked, barely hiding the dread in his muted voice.\n\n“We don’t know, he’s being difficult for no reason! [i]Ooh[/i]…” Cookie’s angry blue eyes suddenly squinted, and his muzzle tightened in strain. “I really have to go…” He whined, lifting a knee while cradling his lower belly. “I hope it’s not an emergency for you too.”\n\n“I’m fine.” Tangerine’s eyes shifted away at that lie.\n\n“Dusty said he’s gonna be a minute, just go now before you leak.” Patches suggested.\n\n“I’m [i]not[/i] gonna have an accident!” Cookie snapped, his blush highlighting his dark brown face. “And we can’t skip him in line, that’s [i]rude![/i]”\n\n“Can I go then?” The hopeful Patches asked, already leaning towards that oh-so dry fresh litter.\n\n“No!” Cookie held his arms out. “[i]Any[/i] skipping is bad!”\n\n“[i]Uggggghhh, [/i]cats are so weird! Dogs like me never have dumb rules like this.”\n\n“Stop saying that, you’re a cat too!”\n\n“Nu-uh, cats don’t bark. [i]Ruff, ruff![/i] And a cat wouldn’t lick you, [i]bleeeeuuuughhh![/i]” Patches approached the now grimacing Cookie with his tongue and arms out.\n\n“No, no, no, [i]doooooon’t![/i]” Cookie backed up until he was sandwiched between the dryer and a giggling calico ‘puppy.’ “[i]P-please![/i]” Belly to belly, tight bladder to bladder, and sensitive boy parts squished. The hot breaths puffing against his cheek sent trembles down his spine and reverberated through his packed inner ocean. Half a second later, a horrifying numbness flashed through his penis. “[i]Aaaaaaahhh, [/i]stop, stop, [i]I’m gonna leak, I’m gonna leak![/i]” He squealed, squirming against his captor.\n\n“Uh-oh!” Patches promptly backed off to let his captee grab himself and double over. His own feet too seemed impatient after that excitement. “Did any pee come out?” He asked, brown eyes glued to Cookie’s crotch.\n\n“[i]No[/i], I didn’t have an accident, no thanks to you!” Cookie’s angry glower received a curious head-tilt in return. “[i]What?[/i]” Patches leaned in for a lick between his eyes. “[i]Aaaaaaah, gross![/i]” Cookie screeched, his squirms given a new life.\n\n“You like it…” Patches teased, his tail wagging.\n\n“[i]Auuugghh! [/i]Dusty what’s taking you so long?!”\n\n“Sorry…” Dusty mumbled, turning around to face the others with his paws clasped over his crotch. Verging on his teens, he was the oldest of the group and he towered over his foster brothers. His thick coat and maturing meaty frame made his size even more imposing. Tangerine shivered looking up at him, bigger cats always made him nervous. “I can’t go because…” Dusty’s purple eyes flickered down to his paws, the shade of red across his face grew deeper. “B-because it’s…[i]hard[/i].” The last word tumbled out of his mouth like an unappetizing secret.\n\n“What?”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“What’s hard?” The kittens all enquired.\n\n“You know…my, [i]thing[/i], down…[i]there[/i].” He avoided eye contact as he answered.\n\n“[i]Ohhh[/i], you mean your penis?” Patches deciphered.\n\n“Patches, [i]language![/i]” Cookie hissed.\n\n“What? I didn’t say a bad word…yet.” He ended with a giddy smile.\n\n“It’s inappropriate. Say ‘private part’ instead.”\n\n“But it’s called a penis! And it’s…hard?” Patches kneeled to eye level with Dusty’s covered crotch and tilted his head.\n\n“Yeah, whenever it happens, I can’t point it down to pee.”\n\n“…What?” Cookie’s brows finally released their frustrated arches in complete confusion. \n\n“Can we see it?” Patches inquired. Before Dusty could respond, Patches had already eagerly tugged his paws away from his crotch. “[i]Woof, [/i]woah!”\n\n“Hey!” Standing at 5-inches, his erect member twitched at all the wide eyes suddenly laid upon it. His shaft was the same white as his pert puberty testicles and the tufts of pubic fur popping up around its base, contrasting the tip that peeked out from his foreskin at a soft sensitive pink. While always nude and uncovered, this ‘excited’ state was one that the group had never seen before. “[i]Mmfh, [/i]don’t stare…[i]ah…[/i]” He whined at every bothered flick from his sensitive piece.\n\n“Big.” Tangerine barely vocalized.\n\n“O-oh my gosh,” Cookie blinked, an echoed red tinge growing on his face. “Does it hurt?”\n\n“U-um, n-not really, but I really have to pee and that hurts.”\n\n“Can you…make it normal again?”\n\n“Sometimes but…it takes a while.” His blush deepened.\n\n“Does it hurt when I touch it?” Patches asked and proceeded to casually grab the meaty shaft. “[i]Oooh![/i]” He flinched, he could feel Dusty’s heartbeat underneath that stiff, hot flesh. It was [i]freaky[/i]…he had to touch it some more. “It feels weird!” He said, gleefully squeezing down.\n\n“[i]Aah-ah![/i] D-don’t!” Dusty’s agitated length angrily flexed in that soft little paw. A squirt of urine shot from his tip like a rocket, hitting Patches square on the chest.\n\n“[i]Woaaaahhhh[/i], Dusty peed on me! Maybe you’re a dog too!” He pointed his snout down to sniff his chest. “[i]Bleck![/i] Nah, you’re a kitty.”\n\n“[i]Aahhh[/i] I can’t stop…” Dusty whined at the conflicting senses pulsing through his kitty parts. He squeezed down on his shaft and pinched his foreskin shut, but urine drizzled down his thighs.\n\n“It’s getting [i]everywhere![/i]” Cookie panicked at the droplets hitting the tiled floor, his feet doing their own urgent jig “This is why you get [i]permission[/i] before you touch someone!” He snapped at Patches.\n\n“Or they’ll pee on you?” The unbothered calico blinked at the calamity unfolding\n\n“Quick! Get on your knees, get your knees!” Cookie commanded, tugging down Dusty’s arm.\n\n“B-but it won’t go down!” Dusty panicked, droplets falling from his tip.\n\n“You gotta lay on your chest and raise your bottom so it points down.”\n\n“You mean his [i]butt?[/i]” Patches snickered.\n\n“Inappropriate!”\n\n“[i]Aaaagh[/i]…it hurts.” Dusty groaned as he sank to one knee in front of the litter box. It compressed his bladder and sent more trickles through his clasped paws.\n\n“You can do it, you’re so close!” Cookie hopped in place, feeling the anticipation down below.\n\n“O-oh my god, oh my god…” Dusty chanted in between huffs, straddling the litter box on all fours, er, [i]three[/i], save for the paw still wrapped around his dripping hard-on. The heavy weight of his liquid load was nearly suffocating as it hung down. He was so close to his relief, the second he moved his paw his bladder’s pressurized contents would shoot out of him…he’s gotta be quick. He strained for that final split second it took to whip his paw away, but still a second too soon. Instantly, his kitty boner bounced upwards and sprayed a hot wash into his belly fur. He gasped and sloppily dropped down onto his chest, his rump naturally springing upwards, and angling that jet into the litter between his thighs. “[i]Hah…hah[/i], ho-oh my god…” He moaned between breaths, feeling that rush of relief surge from his hard, sensitive length and rolling throughout his body. \n\nThe sound of the hissy spray into the litter sands filled the room, as did a heavy, musty, uniquely [i]Dusty [/i]scent. Both of which Tangerine found painful in different ways. “[i]Ooh[/i]…” He mewled, turning away to squeeze down on his parts.\n\n“Your butthole’s popping in and out really fast Dusty.” Patches observed with a giggle. Dusty’s great fluffy, spread moon left even less than usual to the household’s imagination.\n\n“[i]Stoooop, [/i]don’t look at it!” Dusty slurred in a whine, so overwhelmed with relief and embarrassment. Everything below his waist pulsed with pleasure, he couldn’t stop twitching.\n\n“And your balls are all shaky, and your pen-, I mean [i]private[/i] [i]part [/i]keeps bopping!”\n\n“Stop, stop, [i]mmfh…[/i]” His erection flexed his still heavy stream across the litter box. \n\n“How does it feel when I do this? [i]Poke.[/i]” Patches pressed down right in the center of Dusty’s perineum.\n\n“[i]Ahh![/i]” Dusty flinched, his stream briefly aiming out of the litter. “[i]Aa-ah, ooooh…[/i]” Flustered moans flew out of his mouth as Patches found more excited places to touch, and a mini moat started to grow behind the litter box.\n\n“[i]Hehehe[/i], he’s like a squeaky toy!”\n\n“Cut it out!” Cookie slapped Patches’s paws away from Dusty’s trembling backside. “You’re causing him to make a mess! And you didn’t ask for permission.”\n\n“[i]Ow![/i] But he likes it! Like you when I scratch behind your ear!” Patches reached for Cookie’s head, only to have that advance blocked too. \n\n“[i]Ask[/i] first.” Cookie chuffed authoritatively.\n\n“Can I scratch your ear?”\n\n“…Maybe later.” Cookie’s hips shifted as he answered, a bit of pink appearing on his face. \n\n“If I scratch your ear, will you pee yourself?” Patches asked with a mischievous smile.\n\n“…N-no.”\n\n“[i]Augh…[/i]” Dusty rasped as he felt his thinning stream approaching an end. “[i]Ung! Mmh![/i]” He gave his bladder a push, his navel dipping and his erection twitching on each one. “[i]Ah[/i]…Ok, Ok,” He exhaled. “I’m done.”\n\n“[i]Ruff, ruff![/i]”\n\n“You did it!” \n\nPatches and Cookie cheered respectively. Tangerine gave a silent huff as his thighs grinded. One kitten down, two more—er, [i]one[/i] more plus one ‘dog’ to go. It shouldn’t be too long…\n\n“Ow…” Dusty peeled himself off the floor, that drop down left him a little battered. However as he climbed to his feet, a new feeling of dread drowned out his other woes. “[i]Uuugghhhhh[/i], I need a [i]baaaaath[/i]…” Dusty whined in dismay, looking down to find his formerly white belly a pale-yellow hue and dripping with musky urine.\n\n“[i]Ewwww[/i], don’t cats take baths with their tongues? Are you gonna lick all your pee off?!” Patches bounced as morbid excitement rustled his bladder.\n\n“You [i]know[/i] cats don’t always do that, you don’t even do that!” Cookie reminded him.\n\n“Of course not, dogs never take baths. [i]Woof, woof![/i]”\n\n“Oh my gosh…just [i]go[/i]. And please wash Dusty’s…[i]accident[/i] off when you’re done.”\n\n“[i]Mmmm[/i]…” A soft groan, Tangerine’s ear flickered in its direction. “Tanjuween…” \n\nThe kitten (almost) in question flinched and his bladder flinched with him, something clutched his arm! He instinctively yanked it free, and thew his paws to his crotch. Tangerine turned to see a trembling little Scottish fold staring back up at him with equally wide eyes. “M-Malt.” \n\nMalt was the youngest of the group, and along with Dusty, were the only kittens raised in the house since birth. Reddish-cream colored fur covered his head and folding ears, trailing all the way down his back to his tail, giving him his namesake, while the rest of his body below his snout was pure white. Well, save for the spots of yellow stains in his crotch fur. “Um…s-sorry.” Tangerine apologized, he just wasn’t used to being snuck up on. At least, not in a good way.\n\nMalt’s look of fear transitioned into a pout as he retracted his confused paws. “Tanjuween…I gotta go potty.” He mumbled, hugging himself as his knees grew antsy.\n\n“Me too…”\n\n“Hi Malt, bye Malt.” Dusty mumbled, quickly shuffling by the pair.\n\nMalt followed the big grey kitten with his eyes. “Why are you all yellow?”\n\n“I-I don’t wanna talk about it.” Dusty quickened his pace out of the room. “[i]Moooooom![/i]” His voice called out in the hallway.\n\n “[i]Maaaaaaalt![/i]” Patches shouted out in parallel. He came running in with open arms and dropped into a squat in front of the little kitty. “[i]Ooh![/i]” He sent both paws to his twitching and squeezed his legs together. “[i]W-woah[/i], I almost peed.” He giggled despite the urgent stings in parts. “Hi Malt, [i]woof![/i]” Patches yipped and licked his cheek.\n\n“[i]Mmm[/i]…Hi Patchy…” Malt stepped closer to embrace Patches, leaning his sulky face on his shoulder. “Patchy, you smell funny.”\n\n“That’s cause Dusty peed on me.”\n\n“Oh.”\n\n“G-good morning, Malt.” Cookie greeted him through strain. He squirmed in place with his arms crossed over his chest, doing all he could to maintain dignity through the screaming pangs.\n\n“Malt, look at how silly Cookie’s being!” Patches chuckled, but all Malt could do was whine and twist. “Malt?”\n\n“Because I’m waiting for you to [i]go![/i]” Cookie rasped. “And…” Cookie squinted at Malt and shimmied over to him. “Why’s your privates wet?”\n\n“I rubbed my pee-pee while I was asleep and a little came out again…” Malt mumbled, looking down at his impatient feet.\n\n“Is your bed wet too Malt?”\n\n“A little bit,” He said with a sniffle. “Sorry…”\n\n“Aww it’s Ok,” Patches rubbed his back. “The human lady will clean it up for you.”\n\n“It’s [i]Miss[/i] Barbara.” Cookie corrected. “And no, it’s not the end of the world.” Cookie rubbed his head. “But you should probably use some protection at night for a while…”\n\nAt the sound of that Malt started to sob, his grip tightening on his crotch. “Nooooo, it’s Ok! Cookie just means you’ll sleep with a sword or something cool!” Patches tried to reassure him.\n\n“B-but, I-I s-still have to g-go potty r-really bad!” Malt sniveled through squirms.\n\n“[i]Ohhhhh[/i], don’t worry!” Patches licked the tears off his cheek and laid a paw above his crotch. “[i]Ruff, [/i]I’ll help you pee.” \n\n“A-ah…” Malt let out a sound between a moan and a sob as Patches started to rub in a circle. His paw pressing oh-so gently on his taut bladder and teasing the very base of his mini-kitty length.\n\n“What? [i]Hey![/i]” Cookie spoke up, aggrievance pitching his voice again. “Don’t let him skip! That’s inconsiderate to the three of us who were here first!”\n\n“But look at him, he’s gonna burst!”\n\n“[i]Nnnng[/i]…” Malt whined, puffing his cheeks through Patches’s bladder massage.\n\n“B-but…I’m gonna burst too.” Cookie mumbled in a pout. Tangerine could echo that, but he couldn’t bring himself to protest. Protesting never ended well for a small stray. He only huffed at the pressure and hoped they’d hurry.\n\n“We’ll be quick, I promise!” Malt was still in the early stage of kittenhood where his bladder needed a mother’s stimulation to trigger that blissful relief. Even with no cat mother to provide those soothing licks and rubs, that natural bladder shyness didn’t disappear. Luckily for him, he had 4 foster brothers ready to help…some more eager than others. “Rub, rub, rub, [i]tickle, tickle[/i].” Patches whispered, letting his digits dance across Malt’s trembling lower tummy. “Feel anything yet buddy?”\n\n“[i]Mmmmmm[/i], m-my pee-pee feels tingly.” Malt mumbled, his breath hitching at the touches.\n\n“Hmmm…”\n\n“Patches,” Cookie started. “I think you should move him closer-”\n\n“[i]Mlem![/i]” Holding Malt’s hips, Patches opened his mouth wide and gave the smaller kitten’s soft pubic mound a long slow lick. “[i]Lick, lick, lick![/i]” Followed by a series of laps across his crotch.\n\n“[i]Haaaah![/i]” Malt gasped, a heavy shiver lashed up his spine and made his shoulders seize. “[i]Ooh, ah, ah, [/i]Patchy!” That tingling in his crotch grew more intense, spreading [i]deep[/i] into his tummy, and sinking into his helpless bladder like mean claws. He puffed out his cheeks as the feeling reached a dizzying, burning numb, he couldn’t [i]take it![/i] But then…absolute [i]heaven[/i]. “[i]It’s[/i] [i]cooooooooming![/i]”\n\n“Oh!” Patches hopped aside just before a golden jet came shooting from Malt’s wiener. \n\nTangerine flinched, Malt’s stream burst from him so suddenly, it was like a jump-scare. “[i]Mmm…[/i]” And then that new scent hit his nose. It was a softer, sweeter smell than the maturing Dusty’s, but it still burned his nose and evoked a jealous squeeze from his bladder.\n\n “[i]Woof, [/i]you had to pee like a dog! But you sure smell like a kitty.” Patches gave Malt comforting belly rubs. “Good boy.” \n\n“[i]Ooh…[/i]” Malt twitched, making his stream flicker across the quickly growing puddle. Such a heavy and dramatic release left his skin sensitive to the touch.\n\n“Patches!” Cookie screeched, his feet pounding the floor. “The [i]box![/i]”\n\n“Huh?” Patches looked at the litter box, sitting just as squat as before, and then at the pink faced Malt hosing down the tiles… “Oh! C’mon Malt!” Patches picked up Malt by the hips and made a short jog to the litter box. \n\n“A-ah, [i]mmm[/i]…” Each step jolted Malt’s tingly insides and bounced his still draining member, leaving a messy trail of urine in their wake.\n\nThe hard splatter of pee on the floor swiftly changed to a muted hiss as Malt dangled over the litter box. “Ok Malt you’re a kitty, so you gotta lift [i]both[/i] of your legs and hold them open.” Malt found the headspace to do as requested, tucking his knees in and opening his limbs away from his messy stream. “Good kitty!” Patches kneeled, hovering Malt more securely over the sands. “O-oh.” Patches’s eyes widened, squatting put an extra squeeze on his bladder.\n\n“[i]Mmmm[/i]…” Malt cooed around the thumb in his mouth. His toes splayed in the air, enjoying the rest of his release.\n\n“[i]Ooooh, [/i]o-oh jeez,” Patches opened and closed his legs, a blaze [i]roared[/i] in his bladder and bits.\n\n“Oh my gosh,[i] [/i]the floor is a [i]mess![/i]” Cookie exclaimed behind them.\n\n“There’s a lot of pee…” Tangerine observed quietly. All the hot yellow puddles kept his heart pumping. On the outside these would clearly mark no-go zones, and his bladder would have to endure the search for a safer release. [i]Mmfh[/i], the memory made his hips squirm.\n\n“Sorry…” Malt mumbled.\n\n“Malt, you almost done buddy? I gotta pee [i]really, super, crazy[/i] bad…” Patches stressed those adverbs like his life depended on them. Everything screamed at him to [i]pee[/i].\n\n“[i]Ummm[/i]…” Malt looked down to the flow still spitting out of his winky. It was losing strength, and he could feel the space under his tummy inch ever closer to a pleasant emptiness. “Almost!”\n\n“[i]Arrraaaghh![/i]” Patches bit his lip and pressed his thighs together as hard as he could. But his bladder was squeezed too tight, Malt’s relief too loud, the scents of pee [i]deafening[/i]. His penis twitched at the gentle, teasing burn of urine on his tip. “[i]Hrrnnng![/i]” He clenched his inner muscles and managed to hold that balance for a few more painful seconds, until a numb bubbly washed over his groin, his control was officially broken. “Uh-oh.” And that teasing droplet inevitably fell to the floor. \n\n“Uh-oh?” Malt echoed.\n\n“Uh-oh.” Patches looking down between his thighs as squirt after squirt became a steady trickle. It pattered out just a few teasing inches away from the litter box. “It came out.”\n\n“Did you have an accident Patchy?” Malt asked, as his own stream died down to a sprinkle.\n\n“Uh-huh, and it’s still going, [i]nnnnnng[/i]…”\n\n“Uh-oh.” Tangerine added as the tinkle reached his ears, sending a paw to hold himself. He couldn’t yet smell Patches’ particular scent among the cocktail of feline aromas, but the anticipation of it made his bladder ache.\n\n“Huh?” Cookie froze his own twists upon hearing the trickle too. “Patches…what’s that sound?”\n\n“Uhhhh, my pee.”\n\n“On the [i]floor?![/i]”\n\n“Yep.”\n\n“Stop!”\n\n“I can’t!”\n\n“Well, well, d-do [i]something![/i]” Cookie’s anxious potty dance returned.\n\n“Malt, are you done yet?”\n\n“Ummm…” Malt looked down at his dripping winky. “I’m finished now!” He announced with a cheery smile.\n\n“D-did you r-remember to do your ‘shakies’?” Cookie sputtered through jogs.\n\n“Ohhhh…” Malt reached down to shake the drops off his kittenhood. “[i]Now[/i] I’m finished!” He beamed proudly.\n\n“Good job! Now hurry, hurry, I gotta [i]gooooooo![/i]” Patches bounced, bouncing his meager stream with him.\n\n“Ok!” Malt placed his footpaws on the floor and hopped from over the litter box.\n\n“[i]Finally![/i]” Patches lifted one foot from the ground and in one swift move, pivoted to plant his hand paws on the floor, while holding his other leg hiked up high in the air: the quintessential canine pose. “[i]Oh my goooood…[/i]” His tired muscles relaxed, and he felt that [i]surge[/i] of a full, unhindered urine stream racing through his insides. It was a moment of eye rolling heaven when that golden river finally burst through his pulsing length. “[i]Aaaahhh[/i]…[i]yeeeees[/i]…” Patches groaned out, his tongue hanging from his mouth like a pup in heaven, his whole-body trembling with pee shivers.\n\nMalt giggled at the display. “Patchy’s so silly!” Tangerine shivered, taken aback. He’d never seen a cat mark like that…[i]mmfh.[/i] And that stream was so [i]thick[/i], it hurt to watch.\n\nCookie, however, had a different reaction. “What are you [i]doing?![/i]” He shrieked. Despite claiming to be a ‘dog’ himself, Patches lacked the attached sheath that allowed canines to mark territory so conveniently. As a result, his steaming relief flooded endlessly on the floor [i]before[/i] the litter box. “Stop!”\n\n“I can’t, [i]ahhh[/i]…” In his bliss, Patches didn’t even notice the puddle lapping at his foot paw. “It feels like I’m peeing an ocean!”\n\n“[i]Aaauugghhh[/i], you’re impossible!” Cookie hobbled behind the box and nudged it forward with his foot so Patches’s raging stream was captured by the sands. But the damage was already done, the laundry room was halfway covered in steamy puddles. “Oh my gosh…” Cookie mumbled to himself, paws tensely clasped over his chest as he potty danced. “Just be quick!”\n\n“I’m trying, but dogs always take long to pee!” Patches responded, his stream still going impressively strong.\n\n “Woah, doggies pee a lot…” said Malt, tilting his head at Patches’s hanging privates. “And doggie pee-pees look a lot like kitties’.”\n\n“Nah, dogs’ are [i]waaaaaay[/i] bigger!”\n\n“He’s not a…[i]ughhh![/i]” Cookie shook his head, crossing his legs against a particularly intense bladder pang.\n\n“I’m not a [i]what?[/i]” The ‘pup’ asked with an impish smile. \n\n“Patches I’m serious, [i]hurry up![/i]” A whine softened his voice. That harsh pang spread into his tender parts like fingers of lightning, jolting his hips into a squirmy dance.\n\n“I’m almost done, I promise!”\n\n“You can make it Cookie, you’re a big boy too!” Malt cheered on, watching Cookie hop from foot to foot.\n\n“Ah, ah, [i]aaaah[/i]…” Tears brewed in Cookie’s eyes, that pang was driving him dangerously numb around his privates. Jostling his bladder around only intensified it, but he couldn’t stop twisting…he couldn’t take it.\n\n“Almost done, almost done! [i]Hnnnnng![/i]” Patches scrunched his lips and gave his bladder a push, his meek stream bobbed and rose in strength, making his member twitch. “[i]Ooh[/i], the last tinkles tickle the most.”\n\n“[i]Ah[/i]…[i]noooo![/i]” Cookie felt that sudden [i]drop[/i] of tension under his belly. His paws launched to squeeze himself, but it was too late to prevent that squirt from reaching the floor.\n\n“Uh-oh, Cookie’s leaking!” Malt cried.\n\n“Uh-oh!” Patches echoed.\n\n“H-hurry!” Cookie shouted, on the verge of a sob. Drips rushed down his pretzeled legs, he could no longer feel his muscles through the wall of fire in his crotch. “I c-can’t stop.”\n\n“Ok, Ok, I’m done!” Patches lowered his leg and pushed himself back up to two feet, the last remnants of his stream still dripping away from his tip. “Go, go, go!”\n\n “[i]Hah, ah[/i], [i]nnnnng[/i]…” Cookie twisted against the washing machine, preparing himself for that final dash. “[i]Aaaaaah![/i]” His stream sizzled furiously through his fingers the moment he untangled his legs. He scrambled bowlegged over the litter box, his unstoppable flow crashing like a waterfall into the flooded sands. He dropped too quickly into a squat and started to tip backwards. “Woah, woah-!”\n\n“Gotcha!” Patches caught a panicked Cookie by his armpits “Wow, you’re really shaky. Hold on…” Patches knelt down to wrap his arms around him, securing Cookie rather intimately against his chest. “Comfy?” \n\n“[i]Eh[/i]…[i]hah…meeeeh…[/i]” Cookie babbled in a haze. Hot kitty pee gushed through his system, sending warm, fluttery waves [i]rolling[/i] through his tummy, and making his sensitive length [i]sizzle[/i] with tingles. That amazing, euphoric glow was the only sense he could register. Well that, and a gentle pair of arms caressing his sides.\n\n“You peed a lot on the floor.” Patches broke the news with a cheery smile.\n\n“…I know.” Cookie mumbled shamefully.\n\n“It’s Ok, we all did. Except Tangerine, he’s the only good boy.”\n\n“I…I-I’m a…[i]b-bad[/i] boy?”\n\n“Yep, but only this once.” Patches took the liberty to scratch the back of Cookie’s ear.\n\nCookie gasped and his stream jumped with his twitching length. “Y-you d-didn’t a-ask f-first!”\n\n“Do you want me to stop?”\n\n“…Can you go down my back?”\n\n“Ok!” Patches used a claw to gently trace Cookie’s spine down to the base of his tail, the muscles along his back tensed and relaxed as that paw passed by.\n\n“[i]Aah[/i]…” Cookie couldn’t hold back a mewl, he felt Patches’ touches reverberating through his emptying bladder. It gave him such a deep, [i]ticklish[/i] feeling in his core that blocked all other feelings from his brain, his boyhood couldn’t stop twitching.\n\n“I can feel you purring,” Patches giggled. “Good boy.”\n\nMeanwhile, Tangerine had waddled over to the opposite corner of the room, biting his lip at the [i]brutal [/i]sound, and acidic [i]sting[/i] of Cookie’s draining ocean. He leaned his shoulder on the wall and kept his paws locked between his thighs, his bladder too tight to stand up straight. He tried to close his eyes and block out the sounds and smells of relief, it should be his turn any moment now… “Um, Tanjuween,” He turned his head to see Malt looking up at him with big eyes. “Do you think we’ll get in trouble for being bad?”\n\n“I-I dunno.” He replied through huffs. He could barely think over Cookie’s raging stream.\n\nMalt tilted his head, that worried look setting deeper on his maw. “Are you about to have an accident?”\n\n“N-no.” His bladder throbbed with the force of hammer on each breath, he didn’t know how he’d make the steps over to the litter box, but he’s next in line, he’s [i]gonna[/i] make it.\n\n“[i]Cookieeeeeeee[/i] hurry! Tangerine has to go potty!” Tangerine felt his whole-body flush at that announcement. The street cats would’ve had a field day hearing that.\n\n“O-oh.” Cookie blushed, waking out of his bliss and finding his cheek pressing against Patches’. “Sorry, I’m almost done.”\n\n“[i]Mmmm…[/i]” Tangerine’s legs were nearly twisted in a knot. [i]Gosh[/i], he’s gonna [i]explode[/i] into that box, and his smell is gonna [i]fill[/i] the room [i]mmfh, [/i]a-and, it’ll be Ok. He’ll feel better, and…[i]n-no one[/i]’s gonna be mad…\n\n“[i]Aaaaah, no, no, no, no![/i]” Cookie yelled, and the sound of his stream was suddenly complimented with a heavy splash.\n\n“Uh-oh!” Malt gasped.\n\n“[i]Big[/i] uh-oh!” Patches added. The combined bladder capacities of 4 kittens were too much for the litter box, it started to overflow mid-Cookie evacuation.\n\n“[i]Hmph![/i]” Cookie clenched and his flow came to a stop, save for a slow drip. “[i]Ah[/i]…” He sent a paw to squeeze his member. Such a sudden stop, even when half empty sent stabbing pains through his overworked bladder. “I-I can’t hold it!” His knees shook and urine promptly drizzled from between his fingers. He let go with a sharp sigh, and his golden stream was back at full pressure. “It’s getting on my feet…” Cookie whined on the edge of a sob again.\n\n“It’s Ok Cookie,” Patches licked his cheek. “We’ll have wet feet together.”\n\n“But…” As Tangerine watched the flood spread across the floor, a horrifying realization set in. “Where do I go?”\n\n“That’s easy!” Patches started. “You’re a kitty so you go in the lit…uh-oh.”\n\n“[i]Really[/i] big uh-oh!” Malt added.\n\n“The biggest!”\n\nTangerine didn’t find it as amusing. He made it through all four kittens, only to have the finish line, his [i]relief[/i], ripped away from him! It’s not fair, it’s…n-not f-fair… “[i]Augh…[/i]” A huffy groan slipped out him as he squirmed against the wall. [i]Mmfh[/i], his heart raced at the thought of his pee touching the floor, marking [i]another’s[/i] territory.\n\n“[i]Mmfh…[/i]oh gosh[i].[/i]” Cookie shivered as his bladder completely emptied with a final squirt. “You can…you can let me go now.”\n\n“We should pee together more often, [i]bap, bap[/i].” Patches released him with a head pat.\n\n“I’m really, really sorry Tangerine.” Cookie apologized. It put a guilty wince on his face seeing the orange kitten writhe about.\n\n“W-what am I g-gonna do?” Tangerine whined. The mixture of their scents spreading across the floor enflamed his nose and triggered sharp pressures behind his penis. His body wanted to add his own scent so badly. \n\n“I’ll get mommy!” Malt declared and he dashed out of the room.\n\n“Um…can you wait for Ms. Barbara to change the litter box?” Cookie tenderly asked.\n\n“I-I d-don’t think I can…” Tangerine said, blinking away tears.\n\n“You could pee on a tree like me!” Patches suggested. “I’ll show you how to lift your leg!”\n\n“No! No peeing in the backyard again!” Cookie denied.\n\n“Well, what else can he do?”\n\n“Um…”\n\n“[i]Aaah![/i]” Tangerine cried out, doubling over. The pressure was surging inside of him, it felt like he was literally about to burst.\n\n“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cookie rubbed his back. “Hold on, Ms. Barbara’s coming.”\n\n“I can’t!” He sobbed. That tight knot below his stomach, that just barely kept his bladder contained, was starting to unravel into an agonizing fire across his crotch. It’s gonna [i]happen[/i]. His instincts screamed to run and hide, to give him time before the bigger strays discover his accident. \n\n“Oh! I know what to do!” A lightbulb went off in Patches’s head. He splashed through the puddles on the floor to drag a basket of laundry out from behind the washing machine. “Pee in this!”\n\n“[i]What?![/i] No!” Cookie shivered in horror at the suggestion.\n\n“But they’re dirty clothes, the human lady’s gonna wash them anyway!”\n\n“But, but-”\n\n“[i]Aauugh[/i]…” Tangerine froze in his crunched position, rasping out as his bladder pangs reached a crescendo. His loins were in so much blazing pain he didn’t even feel that final loss of control. Hot urine suddenly filled his clasped paws, giving his scrotum an unsettling bath before droplets started rolling down the back of his thighs. His very own oh-so familiar scent wafted up to his nose. There was no turning back. “I-it’s h-happening…” He choked out.\n\nCookie seized upon seeing even more pee soil the floor. “Ah! Ok, Ok, quick, quick!” He tugged Tangerine toward what would become his ‘litter box.’\n\n“[i]Ow-hmph! O-ow…[/i]” Tangerine sniffled, keeping his legs tangled as he precariously limped along. Each hop forced another burst out of him.\n\n“Sorry, sorry!” Cookie wrapped an arm around the heaving kitten, seeing as he could barely sustain his own weight anymore. Though, Cookie could barely sustain it either. “P-Patches help!”\n\nPatches rushed to his other side and slung Tangerine’s arm over his shoulder. “Gotcha!” Together, the pair turned him around and lowered him into the basket. “Since kitties don’t lift their legs, all you gotta do is sit and go!”\n\n“B-but, w-what about the cloth-” The instant Tangerine’s rump dropped into the basket, he [i]exploded[/i]. His legs opened from the soft impact, and with barely a gasp, a jet of urine blasted out onto the side of bucket. “[i]A-ah[/i]…[i]oooh[/i]…” His mind went blank. No panic, no shame, no worry, just [i]ecstasy.[/i] Pee raced out of him so fast he couldn’t feel anything below his waist, only a resonating wave of warm relief passing through his sensitive parts.\n\n“It’s still getting [i]everywhere![/i]” Cookie panicked. A heavy portion of Tangerine’s stream ricocheted upward from the side of the basket and showered back down onto the floor and his belly fur.\n\n“I got it!” Patches grabbed an arm full of folded clothes from the top of the dryer and dumped them on to Tangerine’s raining crotch.\n\nThe orange kitten mewled, his endless relief continued with a roaring hiss. “[i]Ah…mmmm[/i]…” He squirmed, his privates were suddenly engulfed in a steamy enclosure of his own making. It felt so [i]weird[/i], almost like a hot bath with how it soaked into his fur, but the wet fabrics lodged their way into his most intimate spaces in a way that was really strange…but also felt [i]really [/i]good. [i]Mmph[/i], he could feel his penis swell ever so slightly in that warm, tingly heaven, flexing with pleasure. His frazzled mind couldn’t make sense of it, but he didn’t care, it all felt [i]incredible[/i].\n\n“…Were those clean or dirty?” Cookie asked, watching the clothes grow dark around Tangerine’s crotch.\n\n“I dunno.” Patches shrugged with an unbothered smile.[i] [/i]\n\n“[i]Ohhh[/i]…” Tangerine’s flow just went on and on, his rump sinking deeper into the flooded fabrics. Those sensations swirled in his crotch and kept tickling his length in that euphoric way. His own strong, pent-up scent flooded his head and made him drunk with satisfaction. [i]Mmmm[/i], for just that moment, the room smelt like [i]him[/i], the room was [i]his[/i], he's [i]safe[/i], and he feels so, [i]so[/i] good.\n\n“[i]Ah[/i]…” He sighed as the hissing started to die down. He was almost disappointed feeling the rush decay, his member kept twitching to enjoy every last moment. After spending all morning holding that in, he wanted to live in it forever. But alas, his flow gradually slowed to a drip, and his bellybutton bobbed to push those last squirts out. “[i]Mmmfh[/i]…” His toes scrunched, even with his bladder empty, that post-pee glow and the heat from the wet clothes kept his insides ringing.\n\n“[i]Woof![/i] You almost peed more than a dog!” Patches piped, impressed.\n\n“We’re…we’re gonna be in so much trouble…” Cookie mumbled, holding his head in his paws.\n\n“W-wha?” Tangerine blinked, still in a daze. Somewhere beneath his bladder ache and pleasured shivers, he felt a growing horror at what he just did…fortunately, not enough to ruin his moment. His nose kept twitching, drinking in the rare occasion his scent dominated a place with no threat. It made him meekly smile. [i]Ah[/i], he could really use some breakfast after that…and maybe a bath…and [i]definitely[/i] a good nap.\n\n“…Hurry mommy!” Malt’s voice approached from the hallway. “Tanjuween really has to…” Malt trailed off, hesitating at the doorway. He looked into the eyes of the three kittens and found a wide array of emotions. Though, he at least discerned that Tangerine’s potty emergency was over. “Never mind!” He announced cheerily to their human master who arrived behind him with a look of shock.\n\n“Hi human lady!” Patches waved. “What’s for breakfast?”\n\n“Mom, are any of the towels clean? There’s no more in-” Dusty peered into the doorway, his now white again fur wet and matted from a fresh bath. “[i]Oh[/i]…jeez.”\n\n“G-good morning Ms. Barbara…” Cookie started with a nervous smile. “S-sorry about the mess…w-we’ll clean it up, I promise!” She stared back at them with a face that implied they definitely would be ‘sorry.’", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Mmmm…” Tangerine groaned from beneath the blanket. The orange and white patterned throw his new owner gifted him blended perfectly with his namesake tangerine tabby-stripes. It was well into the morning, and a feline’s circadian rhythm always started late. His bed placement under the couch further made the time of day a mystery to his kitty senses. A feline’s bladder, on the other paw, was always much more keen to the time of day. “Oooh…” Tangerine scowled as those sharp stings above his crotch dragged him into consciousness, his body instinctively uncurling away from that bloated ball in its center. “Oww…” He mewled, blinking frazzled green eyes open. He squirmed, it was an all too familiar feeling, no time to even adjust from such a long night’s sleep. He needs the litter box, and he needs it now.

Tangerine rolled out of his bed and made the shaky, huffy crawl out into the open. His small, flexible, anthro frame and nimble digitigrade legs usually had no trouble sliding from underneath the couch, but his full bladder pressing against the floor hurt. He immediately clamped a paw on his exposed privates as he staggered onto two feet.

The terminally shy kitten hadn’t quite adjusted to life indoors yet, it was only about a month ago when he was brought in from off the cold streets. His thoughtful new owner used highlegs on all of the furniture for potential wallflower kittens like him. It gave him a nice space hidden away from his noisy foster brothers, even if still a little tight. His nose twitched, there were hints of breakfast in the air. Their master seemed to be preparing something deliciously fishy. Mmf, his tail spiked, and his knees turned inward from an urgent pang. Food is the least of his problems right now.

He skittered into the hallway and rushed towards the laundry room where the litter box was kept, leaving its offending sights and scents out of general view. Yet with each step closer to the savior of his relief, anxiety drove his heartbeat faster. Tangerine’s life as stray taught him never to mark over the scent of another cat, and the scars under his fur proved that not even accidents were exempted. But, this designated potty-box combined the kittens’ supercharged scents into one place. It was so, very, unnatural. Using it always brought back memories painful enough to challenge the agony of a full bladder. He often waited until his urge was unbearable before building the courage to go.

And this morning he didn’t even have to wait. In fact, he couldn’t. He hoped with every bit of his little kitty body that he’d at least have no line and no audience. But alas, this morning wasn’t being very kind to him.

“What are you doing?! Just go already!”

“Um…I-I can’t…”

“What do you mean you can’t?!”

“It’s…weird.”

Tangerine’s ears flattened as he approached. Not only was there a line, but it seemed stagnant and loud. He slowed to a limp, dread making his feet feel heavy. He took a breath, his anxious mind too easily forgot that his foster brothers were benign, silly kittens with no territorial stakes to risk offending. But, a blush still rose on his face thinking of how they’d see him squirm and dance like a weak baby. And…what if he doesn’t make it? Mmmm, street cats were mean to him for far less.

He straightened his gait and moved his trembling paws from his crotch. Almost immediately he felt that stinging tingle in his kitty parts. “Hmph…” He huffed, his tan tummy tightened over his bulging bladder. He rubbed that heavy, numb spot while the pangs rang out. Ooh, it hurts, but he can hold it…hopefully. With his mind and bladder braced, he took a cautious step into the laundry room.

“Cats all pee weird. Lift your leg like a dog Dusty, that’ll help!”

“No it won’t, he’ll just make a mess!”

“Yes it will! It’ll make his pee flow out aaaaall nice and easy.”

“Mmfh, don’t say flow!”

It appears Tangerine walked in on yet another of Cookie and Patches’s ‘arguments.’ Cookie, the perfectionist Siamese kitten, grew up in a strict, neat-and-tidy home before his previous wealthy human passed away, and it showed in his ardent rule following and the daintily self-groomed fur. In contrast, the scruffy carefree calico Patches lived his entire life until a year ago as a stray amongst rambunctious street dogs. And as one may expect, Cookie was all too easily exasperated by the silly acts and ideas emanating from Patches’s impulsive mind. The result was a series of loud, often nonsensical yelling best described as an ‘argument.’ Today’s particular ‘argument’ seemed to feature Dusty, the tall gray tuxedo cat who stood shivering over the litter box at the end of the line, and…how he can’t pee?

“Just squat like you’re supposed to!”

“No! Do it like a dooooooog!”

“But…I can’t do either right now.”

Tangerine frowned, the fussy confusion pressed an equally frazzled feeling into his bladder. Life on the outside didn’t have these problems… “Tangerineeeeee!” The kitten in question flinched as Patches ran in for a hug. “Hiiiii! Ruff, ruff!” Patches piped, laying a lick on his cheek. Tangerine gasped and shifted a paw to pinch his tip. The lean Patches was just a hair smaller than him, but those muscular arms packed a brutal squeeze.

“Good morning…” Cookie said, stilted through a layer of frustration.

“Hey Tangerine.” Dusty turned his head to say, a layer pink on his cheeks. By the movement of his arms, he seemed to be fiddling with his crotch.

“Hi.” Tangerine’s quiet voice didn’t reflect his inner panic.

“Gee, you’re really shaky Tangerine.” Patches observed with a bubbly tint. “Gotta pee?”

“A-a little.” Tangerine answered with a blush, that paw slipping away from his crotch.

“Me too! I gotta pee so baaaaaaaaad!” Patches did a mini jig that sent Tangerine’s paws clamping back down. “But Dusty’s stuck!”

“H-huh?” Tangerine shivered when Patches finally let him go.

“His pee’s stuck so we’re trying to make him go. Wanna help?”

“I can pee, I just…I-I need a minute…” Dusty mumbled.

“Why can’t he go?” Tangerine asked, barely hiding the dread in his muted voice.

“We don’t know, he’s being difficult for no reason! Ooh…” Cookie’s angry blue eyes suddenly squinted, and his muzzle tightened in strain. “I really have to go…” He whined, lifting a knee while cradling his lower belly. “I hope it’s not an emergency for you too.”

“I’m fine.” Tangerine’s eyes shifted away at that lie.

“Dusty said he’s gonna be a minute, just go now before you leak.” Patches suggested.

“I’m not gonna have an accident!” Cookie snapped, his blush highlighting his dark brown face. “And we can’t skip him in line, that’s rude!”

“Can I go then?” The hopeful Patches asked, already leaning towards that oh-so dry fresh litter.

“No!” Cookie held his arms out. “Any skipping is bad!”

“Uggggghhh, cats are so weird! Dogs like me never have dumb rules like this.”

“Stop saying that, you’re a cat too!”

“Nu-uh, cats don’t bark. Ruff, ruff! And a cat wouldn’t lick you, bleeeeuuuughhh!” Patches approached the now grimacing Cookie with his tongue and arms out.

“No, no, no, doooooon’t!” Cookie backed up until he was sandwiched between the dryer and a giggling calico ‘puppy.’ “P-please!” Belly to belly, tight bladder to bladder, and sensitive boy parts squished. The hot breaths puffing against his cheek sent trembles down his spine and reverberated through his packed inner ocean. Half a second later, a horrifying numbness flashed through his penis. “Aaaaaaahhh, stop, stop, I’m gonna leak, I’m gonna leak!” He squealed, squirming against his captor.

“Uh-oh!” Patches promptly backed off to let his captee grab himself and double over. His own feet too seemed impatient after that excitement. “Did any pee come out?” He asked, brown eyes glued to Cookie’s crotch.

“No, I didn’t have an accident, no thanks to you!” Cookie’s angry glower received a curious head-tilt in return. “What?” Patches leaned in for a lick between his eyes.  “Aaaaaaah, gross!” Cookie screeched, his squirms given a new life.

“You like it…” Patches teased, his tail wagging.

“Auuugghh! Dusty what’s taking you so long?!”

“Sorry…” Dusty mumbled, turning around to face the others with his paws clasped over his crotch. Verging on his teens, he was the oldest of the group and he towered over his foster brothers. His thick coat and maturing meaty frame made his size even more imposing. Tangerine shivered looking up at him, bigger cats always made him nervous. “I can’t go because…” Dusty’s purple eyes flickered down to his paws, the shade of red across his face grew deeper. “B-because it’s…hard.” The last word tumbled out of his mouth like an unappetizing secret.

“What?”

“Huh?”

“What’s hard?” The kittens all enquired.

“You know…my, thing, down…there.” He avoided eye contact as he answered.

“Ohhh, you mean your penis?” Patches deciphered.

“Patches, language!” Cookie hissed.

“What? I didn’t say a bad word…yet.” He ended with a giddy smile.

“It’s inappropriate. Say ‘private part’ instead.”

“But it’s called a penis! And it’s…hard?” Patches kneeled to eye level with Dusty’s covered crotch and tilted his head.

“Yeah, whenever it happens, I can’t point it down to pee.”

“…What?” Cookie’s brows finally released their frustrated arches in complete confusion.

“Can we see it?” Patches inquired. Before Dusty could respond, Patches had already eagerly tugged his paws away from his crotch. “Woof, woah!”

“Hey!” Standing at 5-inches, his erect member twitched at all the wide eyes suddenly laid upon it. His shaft was the same white as his pert puberty testicles and the tufts of pubic fur popping up around its base, contrasting the tip that peeked out from his foreskin at a soft sensitive pink. While always nude and uncovered, this ‘excited’ state was one that the group had never seen before. “Mmfh, don’t stare…ah…” He whined at every bothered flick from his sensitive piece.

“Big.” Tangerine barely vocalized.

“O-oh my gosh,” Cookie blinked, an echoed red tinge growing on his face. “Does it hurt?”

“U-um, n-not really, but I really have to pee and that hurts.”

“Can you…make it normal again?”

“Sometimes but…it takes a while.” His blush deepened.

“Does it hurt when I touch it?” Patches asked and proceeded to casually grab the meaty shaft. “Oooh!” He flinched, he could feel Dusty’s heartbeat underneath that stiff, hot flesh. It was freaky…he had to touch it some more. “It feels weird!” He said, gleefully squeezing down.

“Aah-ah! D-don’t!” Dusty’s agitated length angrily flexed in that soft little paw. A squirt of urine shot from his tip like a rocket, hitting Patches square on the chest.

“Woaaaahhhh, Dusty peed on me! Maybe you’re a dog too!” He pointed his snout down to sniff his chest. “Bleck! Nah, you’re a kitty.”

“Aahhh I can’t stop…” Dusty whined at the conflicting senses pulsing through his kitty parts. He squeezed down on his shaft and pinched his foreskin shut, but urine drizzled down his thighs.

“It’s getting everywhere!” Cookie panicked at the droplets hitting the tiled floor, his feet doing their own urgent jig “This is why you get permission before you touch someone!” He snapped at Patches.

“Or they’ll pee on you?” The unbothered calico blinked at the calamity unfolding

“Quick! Get on your knees, get your knees!” Cookie commanded, tugging down Dusty’s arm.

“B-but it won’t go down!” Dusty panicked, droplets falling from his tip.

“You gotta lay on your chest and raise your bottom so it points down.”

“You mean his butt?” Patches snickered.

“Inappropriate!”

“Aaaagh…it hurts.” Dusty groaned as he sank to one knee in front of the litter box. It compressed his bladder and sent more trickles through his clasped paws.

“You can do it, you’re so close!” Cookie hopped in place, feeling the anticipation down below.

“O-oh my god, oh my god…” Dusty chanted in between huffs, straddling the litter box on all fours, er, three, save for the paw still wrapped around his dripping hard-on. The heavy weight of his liquid load was nearly suffocating as it hung down. He was so close to his relief, the second he moved his paw his bladder’s pressurized contents would shoot out of him…he’s gotta be quick. He strained for that final split second it took to whip his paw away, but still a second too soon. Instantly, his kitty boner bounced upwards and sprayed a hot wash into his belly fur. He gasped and sloppily dropped down onto his chest, his rump naturally springing upwards, and angling that jet into the litter between his thighs. “Hah…hah, ho-oh my god…” He moaned between breaths, feeling that rush of relief surge from his hard, sensitive length and rolling throughout his body.

The sound of the hissy spray into the litter sands filled the room, as did a heavy, musty, uniquely Dusty scent. Both of which Tangerine found painful in different ways. “Ooh…” He mewled, turning away to squeeze down on his parts.

“Your butthole’s popping in and out really fast Dusty.” Patches observed with a giggle. Dusty’s great fluffy, spread moon left even less than usual to the household’s imagination.

“Stoooop, don’t look at it!” Dusty slurred in a whine, so overwhelmed with relief and embarrassment. Everything below his waist pulsed with pleasure, he couldn’t stop twitching.

“And your balls are all shaky, and your pen-, I mean private part keeps bopping!”

“Stop, stop, mmfh…” His erection flexed his still heavy stream across the litter box.

“How does it feel when I do this? Poke.” Patches pressed down right in the center of Dusty’s perineum.

“Ahh!” Dusty flinched, his stream briefly aiming out of the litter. “Aa-ah, ooooh…” Flustered moans flew out of his mouth as Patches found more excited places to touch, and a mini moat started to grow behind the litter box.

“Hehehe, he’s like a squeaky toy!”

“Cut it out!” Cookie slapped Patches’s paws away from Dusty’s trembling backside. “You’re causing him to make a mess! And you didn’t ask for permission.”

“Ow! But he likes it! Like you when I scratch behind your ear!” Patches reached for Cookie’s head, only to have that advance blocked too.

“Ask first.” Cookie chuffed authoritatively.

“Can I scratch your ear?”

“…Maybe later.” Cookie’s hips shifted as he answered, a bit of pink appearing on his face.

“If I scratch your ear, will you pee yourself?” Patches asked with a mischievous smile.

“…N-no.”

“Augh…” Dusty rasped as he felt his thinning stream approaching an end. “Ung! Mmh!” He gave his bladder a push, his navel dipping and his erection twitching on each one. “Ah…Ok, Ok,” He exhaled. “I’m done.”

“Ruff, ruff!”

“You did it!”

Patches and Cookie cheered respectively. Tangerine gave a silent huff as his thighs grinded. One kitten down, two more—er, one more plus one ‘dog’ to go. It shouldn’t be too long…

“Ow…” Dusty peeled himself off the floor, that drop down left him a little battered. However as he climbed to his feet, a new feeling of dread drowned out his other woes. “Uuugghhhhh, I need a baaaaath…” Dusty whined in dismay, looking down to find his formerly white belly a pale-yellow hue and dripping with musky urine.

“Ewwww, don’t cats take baths with their tongues? Are you gonna lick all your pee off?!” Patches bounced as morbid excitement rustled his bladder.

“You know cats don’t always do that, you don’t even do that!” Cookie reminded him.

“Of course not, dogs never take baths. Woof, woof!”

“Oh my gosh…just go. And please wash Dusty’s…accident off when you’re done.”

“Mmmm…” A soft groan, Tangerine’s ear flickered in its direction. “Tanjuween…”

The kitten (almost) in question flinched and his bladder flinched with him, something clutched his arm! He instinctively yanked it free, and thew his paws to his crotch. Tangerine turned to see a trembling little Scottish fold staring back up at him with equally wide eyes. “M-Malt.”

Malt was the youngest of the group, and along with Dusty, were the only kittens raised in the house since birth. Reddish-cream colored fur covered his head and folding ears, trailing all the way down his back to his tail, giving him his namesake, while the rest of his body below his snout was pure white. Well, save for the spots of yellow stains in his crotch fur. “Um…s-sorry.” Tangerine apologized, he just wasn’t used to being snuck up on. At least, not in a good way.

Malt’s look of fear transitioned into a pout as he retracted his confused paws. “Tanjuween…I gotta go potty.” He mumbled, hugging himself as his knees grew antsy.

“Me too…”

“Hi Malt, bye Malt.” Dusty mumbled, quickly shuffling by the pair.

Malt followed the big grey kitten with his eyes. “Why are you all yellow?”

“I-I don’t wanna talk about it.” Dusty quickened his pace out of the room. “Moooooom!” His voice called out in the hallway.

 “Maaaaaaalt!” Patches shouted out in parallel. He came running in with open arms and dropped into a squat in front of the little kitty. “Ooh!” He sent both paws to his twitching and squeezed his legs together. “W-woah, I almost peed.” He giggled despite the urgent stings in parts. “Hi Malt, woof!” Patches yipped and licked his cheek.

“Mmm…Hi Patchy…” Malt stepped closer to embrace Patches, leaning his sulky face on his shoulder. “Patchy, you smell funny.”

“That’s cause Dusty peed on me.”

“Oh.”

“G-good morning, Malt.” Cookie greeted him through strain. He squirmed in place with his arms crossed over his chest, doing all he could to maintain dignity through the screaming pangs.

“Malt, look at how silly Cookie’s being!” Patches chuckled, but all Malt could do was whine and twist. “Malt?”

“Because I’m waiting for you to go!” Cookie rasped. “And…” Cookie squinted at Malt and shimmied over to him. “Why’s your privates wet?”

“I rubbed my pee-pee while I was asleep and a little came out again…” Malt mumbled, looking down at his impatient feet.

“Is your bed wet too Malt?”

“A little bit,” He said with a sniffle. “Sorry…”

“Aww it’s Ok,” Patches rubbed his back. “The human lady will clean it up for you.”

“It’s Miss Barbara.” Cookie corrected. “And no, it’s not the end of the world.” Cookie rubbed his head. “But you should probably use some protection at night for a while…”

At the sound of that Malt started to sob, his grip tightening on his crotch. “Nooooo, it’s Ok! Cookie just means you’ll sleep with a sword or something cool!” Patches tried to reassure him.

“B-but, I-I s-still have to g-go potty r-really bad!” Malt sniveled through squirms.

“Ohhhhh, don’t worry!” Patches licked the tears off his cheek and laid a paw above his crotch. “Ruff, I’ll help you pee.”

“A-ah…” Malt let out a sound between a moan and a sob as Patches started to rub in a circle. His paw pressing oh-so gently on his taut bladder and teasing the very base of his mini-kitty length.

“What? Hey!” Cookie spoke up, aggrievance pitching his voice again. “Don’t let him skip! That’s inconsiderate to the three of us who were here first!”

“But look at him, he’s gonna burst!”

“Nnnng…” Malt whined, puffing his cheeks through Patches’s bladder massage.

“B-but…I’m gonna burst too.” Cookie mumbled in a pout. Tangerine could echo that, but he couldn’t bring himself to protest. Protesting never ended well for a small stray. He only huffed at the pressure and hoped they’d hurry.

“We’ll be quick, I promise!” Malt was still in the early stage of kittenhood where his bladder needed a mother’s stimulation to trigger that blissful relief. Even with no cat mother to provide those soothing licks and rubs, that natural bladder shyness didn’t disappear. Luckily for him, he had 4 foster brothers ready to help…some more eager than others. “Rub, rub, rub, tickle, tickle.” Patches whispered, letting his digits dance across Malt’s trembling lower tummy. “Feel anything yet buddy?”

“Mmmmmm, m-my pee-pee feels tingly.” Malt mumbled, his breath hitching at the touches.

“Hmmm…”

“Patches,” Cookie started. “I think you should move him closer-”

“Mlem!” Holding Malt’s hips, Patches opened his mouth wide and gave the smaller kitten’s soft pubic mound a long slow lick. “Lick, lick, lick!” Followed by a series of laps across his crotch.

“Haaaah!” Malt gasped, a heavy shiver lashed up his spine and made his shoulders seize. “Ooh, ah, ah, Patchy!” That tingling in his crotch grew more intense, spreading deep into his tummy, and sinking into his helpless bladder like mean claws. He puffed out his cheeks as the feeling reached a dizzying, burning numb, he couldn’t take it! But then…absolute heaven. “It’s cooooooooming!”

“Oh!” Patches hopped aside just before a golden jet came shooting from Malt’s wiener.

Tangerine flinched, Malt’s stream burst from him so suddenly, it was like a jump-scare. “Mmm…” And then that new scent hit his nose. It was a softer, sweeter smell than the maturing Dusty’s, but it still burned his nose and evoked a jealous squeeze from his bladder.

 “Woof, you had to pee like a dog! But you sure smell like a kitty.” Patches gave Malt comforting belly rubs. “Good boy.”

“Ooh…” Malt twitched, making his stream flicker across the quickly growing puddle. Such a heavy and dramatic release left his skin sensitive to the touch.

“Patches!” Cookie screeched, his feet pounding the floor. “The box!”

“Huh?” Patches looked at the litter box, sitting just as squat as before, and then at the pink faced Malt hosing down the tiles… “Oh! C’mon Malt!” Patches picked up Malt by the hips and made a short jog to the litter box.

“A-ah, mmm…” Each step jolted Malt’s tingly insides and bounced his still draining member, leaving a messy trail of urine in their wake.

The hard splatter of pee on the floor swiftly changed to a muted hiss as Malt dangled over the litter box. “Ok Malt you’re a kitty, so you gotta lift both of your legs and hold them open.” Malt found the headspace to do as requested, tucking his knees in and opening his limbs away from his messy stream. “Good kitty!” Patches kneeled, hovering Malt more securely over the sands. “O-oh.” Patches’s eyes widened, squatting put an extra squeeze on his bladder.

“Mmmm…” Malt cooed around the thumb in his mouth. His toes splayed in the air, enjoying the rest of his release.

“Ooooh, o-oh jeez,” Patches opened and closed his legs, a blaze roared in his bladder and bits.

“Oh my gosh, the floor is a mess!” Cookie exclaimed behind them.

“There’s a lot of pee…” Tangerine observed quietly. All the hot yellow puddles kept his heart pumping. On the outside these would clearly mark no-go zones, and his bladder would have to endure the search for a safer release. Mmfh, the memory made his hips squirm.

“Sorry…” Malt mumbled.

“Malt, you almost done buddy? I gotta pee really, super, crazy bad…” Patches stressed those adverbs like his life depended on them. Everything screamed at him to pee.

“Ummm…” Malt looked down to the flow still spitting out of his winky. It was losing strength, and he could feel the space under his tummy inch ever closer to a pleasant emptiness. “Almost!”

“Arrraaaghh!” Patches bit his lip and pressed his thighs together as hard as he could. But his bladder was squeezed too tight, Malt’s relief too loud, the scents of pee deafening. His penis twitched at the gentle, teasing burn of urine on his tip. “Hrrnnng!” He clenched his inner muscles and managed to hold that balance for a few more painful seconds, until a numb bubbly washed over his groin, his control was officially broken. “Uh-oh.” And that teasing droplet inevitably fell to the floor.

“Uh-oh?” Malt echoed.

“Uh-oh.” Patches looking down between his thighs as squirt after squirt became a steady trickle. It pattered out just a few teasing inches away from the litter box. “It came out.”

“Did you have an accident Patchy?” Malt asked, as his own stream died down to a sprinkle.

“Uh-huh, and it’s still going, nnnnnng…”

“Uh-oh.” Tangerine added as the tinkle reached his ears, sending a paw to hold himself. He couldn’t yet smell Patches’ particular scent among the cocktail of feline aromas, but the anticipation of it made his bladder ache.

“Huh?” Cookie froze his own twists upon hearing the trickle too. “Patches…what’s that sound?”

“Uhhhh, my pee.”

“On the floor?!”

“Yep.”

“Stop!”

“I can’t!”

“Well, well, d-do something!” Cookie’s anxious potty dance returned.

“Malt, are you done yet?”

“Ummm…” Malt looked down at his dripping winky. “I’m finished now!” He announced with a cheery smile.

“D-did you r-remember to do your ‘shakies’?” Cookie sputtered through jogs.

“Ohhhh…” Malt reached down to shake the drops off his kittenhood. “Now I’m finished!” He beamed proudly.

“Good job! Now hurry, hurry, I gotta gooooooo!” Patches bounced, bouncing his meager stream with him.

“Ok!” Malt placed his footpaws on the floor and hopped from over the litter box.

“Finally!” Patches lifted one foot from the ground and in one swift move, pivoted to plant his hand paws on the floor, while holding his other leg hiked up high in the air: the quintessential canine pose. “Oh my goooood…” His tired muscles relaxed, and he felt that surge of a full, unhindered urine stream racing through his insides. It was a moment of eye rolling heaven when that golden river finally burst through his pulsing length. “Aaaahhh…yeeeees…” Patches groaned out, his tongue hanging from his mouth like a pup in heaven, his whole-body trembling with pee shivers.

Malt giggled at the display. “Patchy’s so silly!” Tangerine shivered, taken aback. He’d never seen a cat mark like that…mmfh. And that stream was so thick, it hurt to watch.

Cookie, however, had a different reaction. “What are you doing?!” He shrieked. Despite claiming to be a ‘dog’ himself, Patches lacked the attached sheath that allowed canines to mark territory so conveniently. As a result, his steaming relief flooded endlessly on the floor before the litter box. “Stop!”

“I can’t, ahhh…” In his bliss, Patches didn’t even notice the puddle lapping at his foot paw. “It feels like I’m peeing an ocean!”

“Aaauugghhh, you’re impossible!” Cookie hobbled behind the box and nudged it forward with his foot so Patches’s raging stream was captured by the sands. But the damage was already done, the laundry room was halfway covered in steamy puddles. “Oh my gosh…” Cookie mumbled to himself, paws tensely clasped over his chest as he potty danced. “Just be quick!”

“I’m trying, but dogs always take long to pee!” Patches responded, his stream still going impressively strong.

 “Woah, doggies pee a lot…” said Malt, tilting his head at Patches’s hanging privates. “And doggie pee-pees look a lot like kitties’.”

“Nah, dogs’ are waaaaaay bigger!”

“He’s not a…ughhh!” Cookie shook his head, crossing his legs against a particularly intense bladder pang.

“I’m not a what?” The ‘pup’ asked with an impish smile.

“Patches I’m serious, hurry up!” A whine softened his voice. That harsh pang spread into his tender parts like fingers of lightning, jolting his hips into a squirmy dance.

“I’m almost done, I promise!”

“You can make it Cookie, you’re a big boy too!” Malt cheered on, watching Cookie hop from foot to foot.

“Ah, ah, aaaah…” Tears brewed in Cookie’s eyes, that pang was driving him dangerously numb around his privates. Jostling his bladder around only intensified it, but he couldn’t stop twisting…he couldn’t take it.

“Almost done, almost done! Hnnnnng!” Patches scrunched his lips and gave his bladder a push, his meek stream bobbed and rose in strength, making his member twitch. “Ooh, the last tinkles tickle the most.”

“Ah…noooo!” Cookie felt that sudden drop of tension under his belly. His paws launched to squeeze himself, but it was too late to prevent that squirt from reaching the floor.

“Uh-oh, Cookie’s leaking!” Malt cried.

“Uh-oh!” Patches echoed.

“H-hurry!” Cookie shouted, on the verge of a sob. Drips rushed down his pretzeled legs, he could no longer feel his muscles through the wall of fire in his crotch. “I c-can’t stop.”

“Ok, Ok, I’m done!” Patches lowered his leg and pushed himself back up to two feet, the last remnants of his stream still dripping away from his tip. “Go, go, go!”

 “Hah, ah, nnnnng…” Cookie twisted against the washing machine, preparing himself for that final dash. “Aaaaaah!” His stream sizzled furiously through his fingers the moment he untangled his legs. He scrambled bowlegged over the litter box, his unstoppable flow crashing like a waterfall into the flooded sands. He dropped too quickly into a squat and started to tip backwards. “Woah, woah-!”

“Gotcha!” Patches caught a panicked Cookie by his armpits “Wow, you’re really shaky. Hold on…” Patches knelt down to wrap his arms around him, securing Cookie rather intimately against his chest. “Comfy?”

“Eh…hah…meeeeh…” Cookie babbled in a haze. Hot kitty pee gushed through his system, sending warm, fluttery waves rolling through his tummy, and making his sensitive length sizzle with tingles.  That amazing, euphoric glow was the only sense he could register. Well that, and a gentle pair of arms caressing his sides.

“You peed a lot on the floor.” Patches broke the news with a cheery smile.

“…I know.” Cookie mumbled shamefully.

“It’s Ok, we all did. Except Tangerine, he’s the only good boy.”

“I…I-I’m a…b-bad boy?”

“Yep, but only this once.” Patches took the liberty to scratch the back of Cookie’s ear.

Cookie gasped and his stream jumped with his twitching length. “Y-you d-didn’t a-ask f-first!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“…Can you go down my back?”

“Ok!”  Patches used a claw to gently trace Cookie’s spine down to the base of his tail, the muscles along his back tensed and relaxed as that paw passed by.

“Aah…” Cookie couldn’t hold back a mewl, he felt Patches’ touches reverberating through his emptying bladder. It gave him such a deep, ticklish feeling in his core that blocked all other feelings from his brain, his boyhood couldn’t stop twitching.

“I can feel you purring,” Patches giggled. “Good boy.”

Meanwhile, Tangerine had waddled over to the opposite corner of the room, biting his lip at the brutal sound, and acidic sting of Cookie’s draining ocean. He leaned his shoulder on the wall and kept his paws locked between his thighs, his bladder too tight to stand up straight. He tried to close his eyes and block out the sounds and smells of relief, it should be his turn any moment now… “Um, Tanjuween,” He turned his head to see Malt looking up at him with big eyes. “Do you think we’ll get in trouble for being bad?”

“I-I dunno.” He replied through huffs. He could barely think over Cookie’s raging stream.

Malt tilted his head, that worried look setting deeper on his maw. “Are you about to have an accident?”

“N-no.” His bladder throbbed with the force of hammer on each breath, he didn’t know how he’d make the steps over to the litter box, but he’s next in line, he’s gonna make it.

“Cookieeeeeeee hurry! Tangerine has to go potty!” Tangerine felt his whole-body flush at that announcement. The street cats would’ve had a field day hearing that.

“O-oh.” Cookie blushed, waking out of his bliss and finding his cheek pressing against Patches’. “Sorry, I’m almost done.”

“Mmmm…” Tangerine’s legs were nearly twisted in a knot. Gosh, he’s gonna explode into that box, and his smell is gonna fill the room mmfh, a-and, it’ll be Ok. He’ll feel better, and…n-no one’s gonna be mad…

“Aaaaah, no, no, no, no!” Cookie yelled, and the sound of his stream was suddenly complimented with a heavy splash.

“Uh-oh!” Malt gasped.

“Big uh-oh!” Patches added. The combined bladder capacities of 4 kittens were too much for the litter box, it started to overflow mid-Cookie evacuation.

“Hmph!” Cookie clenched and his flow came to a stop, save for a slow drip. “Ah…” He sent a paw to squeeze his member. Such a sudden stop, even when half empty sent stabbing pains through his overworked bladder. “I-I can’t hold it!” His knees shook and urine promptly drizzled from between his fingers. He let go with a sharp sigh, and his golden stream was back at full pressure. “It’s getting on my feet…” Cookie whined on the edge of a sob again.

“It’s Ok Cookie,” Patches licked his cheek. “We’ll have wet feet together.”

“But…” As Tangerine watched the flood spread across the floor, a horrifying realization set in. “Where do I go?”

“That’s easy!” Patches started. “You’re a kitty so you go in the lit…uh-oh.”

“Really big uh-oh!” Malt added.

“The biggest!”

Tangerine didn’t find it as amusing. He made it through all four kittens, only to have the finish line, his relief, ripped away from him! It’s not fair, it’s…n-not f-fair… “Augh…” A huffy groan slipped out him as he squirmed against the wall. Mmfh, his heart raced at the thought of his pee touching the floor, marking another’s territory.

“Mmfh…oh gosh.” Cookie shivered as his bladder completely emptied with a final squirt. “You can…you can let me go now.”

“We should pee together more often, bap, bap.” Patches released him with a head pat.

“I’m really, really sorry Tangerine.” Cookie apologized. It put a guilty wince on his face seeing the orange kitten writhe about.

“W-what am I g-gonna do?” Tangerine whined. The mixture of their scents spreading across the floor enflamed his nose and triggered sharp pressures behind his penis. His body wanted to add his own scent so badly.    

“I’ll get mommy!” Malt declared and he dashed out of the room.

“Um…can you wait for Ms. Barbara to change the litter box?” Cookie tenderly asked.

“I-I d-don’t think I can…” Tangerine said, blinking away tears.

“You could pee on a tree like me!” Patches suggested. “I’ll show you how to lift your leg!”

“No! No peeing in the backyard again!” Cookie denied.

“Well, what else can he do?”

“Um…”

“Aaah!” Tangerine cried out, doubling over. The pressure was surging inside of him, it felt like he was literally about to burst.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cookie rubbed his back. “Hold on, Ms. Barbara’s coming.”

“I can’t!” He sobbed. That tight knot below his stomach, that just barely kept his bladder contained, was starting to unravel into an agonizing fire across his crotch. It’s gonna happen. His instincts screamed to run and hide, to give him time before the bigger strays discover his accident.

“Oh! I know what to do!” A lightbulb went off in Patches’s head. He splashed through the puddles on the floor to drag a basket of laundry out from behind the washing machine. “Pee in this!”

“What?! No!” Cookie shivered in horror at the suggestion.

“But they’re dirty clothes, the human lady’s gonna wash them anyway!”

“But, but-”

“Aauugh…” Tangerine froze in his crunched position, rasping out as his bladder pangs reached a crescendo. His loins were in so much blazing pain he didn’t even feel that final loss of control. Hot urine suddenly filled his clasped paws, giving his scrotum an unsettling bath before droplets started rolling down the back of his thighs. His very own oh-so familiar scent wafted up to his nose. There was no turning back. “I-it’s h-happening…” He choked out.

Cookie seized upon seeing even more pee soil the floor. “Ah! Ok, Ok, quick, quick!” He tugged Tangerine toward what would become his ‘litter box.’

“Ow-hmph! O-ow…” Tangerine sniffled, keeping his legs tangled as he precariously limped along. Each hop forced another burst out of him.

“Sorry, sorry!” Cookie wrapped an arm around the heaving kitten, seeing as he could barely sustain his own weight anymore. Though, Cookie could barely sustain it either. “P-Patches help!”

Patches rushed to his other side and slung Tangerine’s arm over his shoulder. “Gotcha!” Together, the pair turned him around and lowered him into the basket. “Since kitties don’t lift their legs, all you gotta do is sit and go!”

“B-but, w-what about the cloth-” The instant Tangerine’s rump dropped into the basket, he exploded. His legs opened from the soft impact, and with barely a gasp, a jet of urine blasted out onto the side of bucket. “A-ah…oooh…” His mind went blank. No panic, no shame, no worry, just ecstasy. Pee raced out of him so fast he couldn’t feel anything below his waist, only a resonating wave of warm relief passing through his sensitive parts.

“It’s still getting everywhere!” Cookie panicked. A heavy portion of Tangerine’s stream ricocheted upward from the side of the basket and showered back down onto the floor and his belly fur.

“I got it!” Patches grabbed an arm full of folded clothes from the top of the dryer and dumped them on to Tangerine’s raining crotch.

The orange kitten mewled, his endless relief continued with a roaring hiss. “Ah…mmmm…” He squirmed, his privates were suddenly engulfed in a steamy enclosure of his own making. It felt so weird, almost like a hot bath with how it soaked into his fur, but the wet fabrics lodged their way into his most intimate spaces in a way that was really strange…but also felt really good. Mmph, he could feel his penis swell ever so slightly in that warm, tingly heaven, flexing with pleasure. His frazzled mind couldn’t make sense of it, but he didn’t care, it all felt incredible.

“…Were those clean or dirty?” Cookie asked, watching the clothes grow dark around Tangerine’s crotch.

“I dunno.” Patches shrugged with an unbothered smile.

“Ohhh…” Tangerine’s flow just went on and on, his rump sinking deeper into the flooded fabrics. Those sensations swirled in his crotch and kept tickling his length in that euphoric way. His own strong, pent-up scent flooded his head and made him drunk with satisfaction. Mmmm, for just that moment, the room smelt like him, the room was his, he's safe, and he feels so, so good.

“Ah…” He sighed as the hissing started to die down. He was almost disappointed feeling the rush decay, his member kept twitching to enjoy every last moment. After spending all morning holding that in, he wanted to live in it forever. But alas, his flow gradually slowed to a drip, and his bellybutton bobbed to push those last squirts out. “Mmmfh…” His toes scrunched, even with his bladder empty, that post-pee glow and the heat from the wet clothes kept his insides ringing.

“Woof! You almost peed more than a dog!” Patches piped, impressed.

“We’re…we’re gonna be in so much trouble…” Cookie mumbled, holding his head in his paws.

“W-wha?” Tangerine blinked, still in a daze. Somewhere beneath his bladder ache and pleasured shivers, he felt a growing horror at what he just did…fortunately, not enough to ruin his moment. His nose kept twitching, drinking in the rare occasion his scent dominated a place with no threat. It made him meekly smile. Ah, he could really use some breakfast after that…and maybe a bath…and definitely a good nap.

“…Hurry mommy!” Malt’s voice approached from the hallway. “Tanjuween really has to…” Malt trailed off, hesitating at the doorway. He looked into the eyes of the three kittens and found a wide array of emotions. Though, he at least discerned that Tangerine’s potty emergency was over. “Never mind!” He announced cheerily to their human master who arrived behind him with a look of shock.

“Hi human lady!” Patches waved. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Mom, are any of the towels clean? There’s no more in-” Dusty peered into the doorway, his now white again fur wet and matted from a fresh bath. “Oh…jeez.”

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