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This is the watersports version.\n\nI'm uploading the collections on all the platforms I'm active on. However, some prompts may be censored depending on the website to comply with upload policies. For InkBunny, I can't include anything with humans in sexual situations. [url=https://www.sofurry.com/view/2060368]You can read the full version on SoFurry here.[/url] You can also get the full file [url=https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/r8gqx22liz412gf150cak/Kinktober-2023-WSversion-Wk2-full.pdf?rlkey=237luo8ynxigggkc9blkdzf77&dl=0]on DropBox here[/url].\n\nThis week's stories include:\nDay 8: Napping Together. F Feral assorted Pokemon\nDay 9: Glory Hole. F Feral Raccoon x M Human. Anon visits a glory hole at a nightclub, only to find that the lady behind it isn't the species he first assumed. (Not available on InkBunny)\nDay 10: Praise Kink. F Feral Fox x M Human. Fox In Socks' master treats her gently for once: that means still making her pee herself, but praising her for it. (Not available on InkBunny)\nDay 11: Petplay. F Anthro Lynx x M Anthro Wolf. A lynx lady gets treated like a dog for a day by her wolf boyfriend.\nDay 12: Medical Play. F Feral Fox x M Human. Fox In Socks is used to demonstrate how to take a vixen to the vet for a checkup. The urine sample is the most important part, including catherization. (Not available on InkBunny)\nDay 13: Size Difference. F Feral Corgi x M Feral Newfoundland, St Bernard, and Akita. A very ambitious corgi helps three much bigger male dogs settle a bet over whether she can take all of their knots.\nDay 14: Orgasm Denial. F Feral Pine Marten x M Human. Paisley the pine marten gets taught a lesson about being rude to her owner. Did it work? Probably not. (Not available on InkBunny)\n\nThank you for reading, and as always lewd comments are welcome and appreciated. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here's Week 2 of my Kinktober series: 31 days, all twisting every single prompt to be about watersports or scat. This is the watersports version.

I'm uploading the collections on all the platforms I'm active on. However, some prompts may be censored depending on the website to comply with upload policies. For InkBunny, I can't include anything with humans in sexual situations. You can read the full version on SoFurry here. You can also get the full file on DropBox here.

This week's stories include:
Day 8: Napping Together. F Feral assorted Pokemon
Day 9: Glory Hole. F Feral Raccoon x M Human. Anon visits a glory hole at a nightclub, only to find that the lady behind it isn't the species he first assumed. (Not available on InkBunny)
Day 10: Praise Kink. F Feral Fox x M Human. Fox In Socks' master treats her gently for once: that means still making her pee herself, but praising her for it. (Not available on InkBunny)
Day 11: Petplay. F Anthro Lynx x M Anthro Wolf. A lynx lady gets treated like a dog for a day by her wolf boyfriend.
Day 12: Medical Play. F Feral Fox x M Human. Fox In Socks is used to demonstrate how to take a vixen to the vet for a checkup. The urine sample is the most important part, including catherization. (Not available on InkBunny)
Day 13: Size Difference. F Feral Corgi x M Feral Newfoundland, St Bernard, and Akita. A very ambitious corgi helps three much bigger male dogs settle a bet over whether she can take all of their knots.
Day 14: Orgasm Denial. F Feral Pine Marten x M Human. Paisley the pine marten gets taught a lesson about being rude to her owner. Did it work? Probably not. (Not available on InkBunny)

Thank you for reading, and as always lewd comments are welcome and appreciated. ", "writing": "[b]Day 8: Napping Together[/b]\n\nToday, at a Pokemon Daycare, an Eevee, a Vulpix, a Sprigatito, and a Nickit met and quickly made friends. They ran around all morning, chasing each other, wrestling, tugging on toys, and racing each other around the yard. All that activity worked up a thirst, and the four of them returned to the water bowl over and over again. It also left them so tired that by afternoon they could barely keep their eyes open. After making sure they drank some more water, the daycare worker in charge led them to a quiet room with a mattress where they could settle down for a nap. The Eevee, Shinx, and Vulpix all curled up together, and a few minutes later the Nickit crawled into bed and joined them, wearing a soft, crinkly diaper. She had to wear it for naptime because she'd had accidents before, and she was quite embarrassed about it, but the others reassured her that it was okay, and soon all four were fast asleep.\n\nDue to the high pokemon-to-staff ratio at this daycare the napping room was left unsupervised. All four of the little pokemon were female, so there was no danger of surprise eggs, but the worker was new and inexperienced. She forgot to make sure they want potty before their nap! All four of them had to go, because they'd been too busy playing all morning to think of taking a break to pee, and now they were too sleepy to think of it either.\n\nThe quartet were all snuggled up together, all warm and cozy in the bed. They stirred and fidgeted in their slumber, but didn't wake up enough to realize that their bladders were filling fast. And since the napping room had the relaxing sounds of waterfalls and babbling streams playing on a speaker to help anxious pokemon get to sleep, it was a recipe for disaster.\n\nEevee awoke to a warm, wet feeling at her ear. She found that it was caused by Shinx chewing on her ear and drooling on it. She pushed the feline pokemon away groggily, yawned, and lay back down. She had to pee. She really had to pee, but she was so tired, and getting up seemed like a lot of work. Just a few more minutes...\n\nVulpix woke up too, and fidgeted in discomfort from the throbbing fullness of her bladder. She stood up, stretched, and yawned. The room smelled like pee. She soon discovered the cause. Nickit's diaper was now very yellow around the crotch. Vulpix wanted to wake her up, but was afraid it would embarrass her. Someone would change her. She staggered around the room, still half asleep, looking for a potty pad or a door out, but there was none. If she made noise and asked to be let out, she'd wake the others, and they looked so peaceful. And so warm. The air conditioner made the little fire type chilly without her friends' body heat. She stumbled back to bed, flopped down, and curled up again. She didn't mean to go back to sleep, only wait until someone came to change Nickit, but the sounds of water lulled her into dozing off again. Her body relaxed, deeper and deeper.\n\nSprigatito was having a pleasant dream. She was playing with a ball of yarn that had a bell inside it, and it smelled like her favorite catnip. But the dream soon changed. She found herself wandering an endless series of rooms, searching for her litterbox. She had to pee so badly! She ran faster and faster, keeping her hind legs clenched together. Finally, she found a potted plant. She mewed in distress, not wanting to relieve herself somewhere so inappropriate, but she was desperate, and there was a little fountain nearby that babbled happily. It would disguise the sound, she thought. She peed for a long time, then tried to cover it, before the dream melted away and she fell asleep again.\n\nEevee woke again to a warmer, wetter feeling, and soft little paws kicking at her back. Sprigatito was kicking her in her sleep, sweeping her hind feet back. Liquid was soaking into her fur... but she was so sleepy. Was this a dream, or was she awake? She couldn't tell. It must have been a dream, because she felt like she was lying in a warm puddle, and that was impossible. She was in a nice, warm bed.\n\nVulpix whimpered in her sleep, and drifted into a semi-conscious haze. So sleepy... but her bladder. It was so full. It hurt. She was conscious of a wonderful feeling of relief though, and liquid flowing out of her. That was good. The fullness would go away soon. There was no reason to wake up then, she didn't have to pee anymore. And she felt so comfortable with three other soft, warm pokemon cuddled up with her. So warm, and so wet...\n\nEevee had a bad dream. She dreamed that she'd been entered in a pokemon show, but everything went wrong. She couldn't dry off after the bath, and her fur was all damp and stick instead of dry and soft and fluffed up. She went out on the catwalk, but then she heard liquid trickling, and looked down between her legs only to realize with horror that she was peeing herself in front of everyone! She squeaked with fright and embarrassment, and woke up to what was now a strong, strong smell of pee, and the unmistakable feeling of her bladder emptying.\n\nShe sat up groggily, and found herself in a very wet bed with three other Pokemon. Oh no! She was soaked! There was a huge, huge puddle on the sheets. All of them were lying in it.\n\nEevee was too ashamed to wake her friends up and admit to wetting the bed. She'd... she'd have to wear a diaper like Nickit, and everyone would laugh at her. The daycare workers would be furious. She might even get kicked out and never see her new friends again. The poor little pokemon snuggled up to them again and cried herself to sleep. She didn't want to wake them up and ruin this just yet. Maybe if the workers didn't know who had the accident, it would be okay. She'd just pretend she hadn't noticed.\n\nThe four pokemon grew uncomfortable on the wet bed. They tossed and turned, got up and circled and lay back down in new positions. Nickit woke up, and for a horrifying moment though she'd leaked. Her diaper was soaked, true. But when she nuzzled Sprigatito, the feline Pokemon rolled on her back. She was purring, kneading her fuzzy little forepaws in the air. But Nickit saw, to her shock, that yellow liquid was slowly bubbling and trickling from between the grass-type?s legs. She was wetting her tail, and the whole bed too. Poor Sprigatito, thought Nickit. Now she'd have to wear diapers too. But Nickit thought it would be nice to not be the only one. She lay back down and cuddled close to the kitty.\n\nVulpix woke up to an overwhelming smell of pee. The sheets were wet against her cheek. She moved her head, and something crinkled soggily. Her head was tucked between Nickit's, right up against the dark-type?s soggy, swollen diaper. She'd peed herself. She'd peed so much. Vulpix wished she could wear a diaper like that. As a fire-type she didn't like getting wet, but she had to go so badly, and didn't want to get up. It was nice and warm... and wet too, but it was a good, warm wet, even if it smelled bad. She didn't want to get up, and she couldn't: Nickit was hugging her, and someone was lying on top of her. She just let it all out, right there where she lay. Now it felt even warmer... all soaking into her fur, into her tails...\n\nEevee woke up with her bladder aching and twinging. She had to pee, and badly. But she was so sleepy that she didn't remember where she was, or where to go. She didn't even open her eyes. It felt soft under her. Soft and wet, like a potty pad. Had she fallen asleep on one? That was good, she didn't have to walk far. She had to go so badly. She got up, clambered over something soft, squatted, and released her bladder.\n\nSprigatito didn't even wake up. She had a sleepwalking problem. She stood up, stretched, and made her way to the water bowl, where she lapped for several minutes. She needed to pee, so she followed the smell of it, sure a litterbox would be there. Yes... so damp. She clambered onto Nickit's shoulders, squatted, and gratefully released her bladder with a purr.\n\nThe pokemon had started out in a cute cuddle puddle, but now they were literally cuddling in a puddle. All of them had wet the bed at least twice. The water was going right through them, and their bladders were just as tired as the rest of them. They were so sleepy that even if they woke up before they peed themselves in their sleep, they just got up and squatted on the sheets or on each other, and went to the waterbowl in a trail of wet pawprints, without even realizing what they were doing.\n\nVulpix woke up to weight pressing down on the sheets next to her head. They were soaked. Liquid pattered next to her head, and something sprinkled her nose and whiskers. She opened her eyes, and beheld a shocking sight: a furry brown rump, dripping and more than that. Eevee was squatting and urinating on the sheets just a couple of inches from her face! She froze in utter shock at what was happening, staring aghast at the stream of pale gold flowing freely from her friend's vulva. It was splashing onto the sheets, soaking them. They shimmered with fresh liquid, and more ran down into the depression created by the pokemon's weight. It was splashing everywhere too, sending shining droplets onto Vulpix's muzzle. Her heart pounded. Her friend was... was peeing on her, and she didn't even know. That made her feel all... funny. Sort of like she was peeing too, a rush of adrenaline and a tingle in her private parts. She couldn't move. She couldn't stop this. There was something magical about this moment she didn't want to lose.\n\nEevee finished emptying her bladder and lay down right in her own puddle. She was asleep at once, but Vulpix lay awake, thinking about what had happened. She started to fall asleep again, but realized she had to pee too. She sniffed Eevee's fur. Ugh, she reeked of stale urine. Then it wouldn't do any harm if she... what was she thinking? That was naughty! But Vulpix felt a little naughty. She got up, lifted her leg, and after a moment's trepidation urinated right on her friend. Her stream was unsteady as she swayed and tried to keep her balance on the soft mattress, and sprinkled all over Eevee's side. The other pokemon groaned and stirred in her sleep. 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After making one too many dog jokes about the wolf, he'd gotten her to agree that the winner of a game of Uno had to be the other's dog for the entire day.\n\nTo get him back, she decided to start the humiliating game by waking him up at 5:45 AM demanding food and being taken out to pee, just like a real dog. What she didn't anticipate was him locking her out of the bedroom and going back to sleep, but not before putting a collar on her and putting thick mittens on her paws. Ada whined and scratched at the door for a while, but there was no response. The lynx sighed and crawled to the living room, where, completely naked, she curled up on the couch. She hadn't wanted to wake up that early anyway.\n\nWhen she woke up for real, it was half past 9. She had to watch her ``owner'' eat his toast and orange juice, and wait to be fed her own breakfast: cold beef stew from a bowl on the floor. She didn't like it, but she didn't complain: she was just grateful he hadn't gotten her kibble.\n\nBut now, the lynx really needed a walk. Her bladder ached from holding her morning pee in. She went to the door and whined. Finding a leash there, she put it in her mouth - ugh, it tasted like laundry - and crawled back to Grayson, wagging her stubby tail.\n\n``No. Not yet. You'll get a walk later,'' he said.\n\nAn hour later, Ada was desperate. She started pawing at his lap.\n\n``Do you need to go potty?'' the wolf asked with a sly smile.\n\n``Arf!''\n\n``Okay, here you go.''\n\nTo Ada's dismay, instead of being led out in the backyard, the wolf spread something out on the floor and pointed expectantly at it. ``Is that... is that a fucking puppy pad?'' she said with a glare. ``When did you even buy that?''\n\n``Shh. Dogs don't talk, remember? Now go potty like a good puppy.''\n\nAda had to go too badly to be picky. She crawled onto the potty pad, squatted, and peed, blushing deeply since she knew he was watching. Her stream sprayed the padding with a loud hiss. She looked down and saw the foaming puddle spreading. She had to spread her paws farther and farther apart to avoid getting them wet.\n\n``Good girl!'' Grayson patted her. ``Do you want a treat?''\n\nAda nodded and wagged her tail. Grayson went into the kitchen. He came back with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. At least this wouldn't be that bad.\n\nThen he pulled down his pants.\n\n``Are you kidding me?'' hissed the lynx.\n\n``Dogs don't talk, bitch. Does the puppy wanna bone?''\n\n``Make sure you don't contaminate our peanut butter!''\n\nHe slathered his dick with peanut butter and sat down on a chair in the dining room. Whining and pawing, Ada snuffled at his crotch, closer and closer. This part she had to admit she enjoyed. She licked him a few times, then took his gooey, peanuty length into her mouth.\n\n``Good dog.'' Grayson patted her head.\n\nBy lunchtime, Ada was a dirty ``dog.'' Grayson had taken her for a short walk around the backyard on her leash. She'd forgotten it had rained, though, and there was the one flowerbed they hadn't gotten around to planting yet. He made her dig in it, bury a bone, and roll around in the mud, then showered her off with the garden hose. He also seemed to really enjoy watching her lap water from a bowl, because he kept making her drink over and over. But that had effects on her bladder.\n\nAda, this time on her leash, crawled onto the potty pad again after another session with the peanut butter, and a hard plastic bone stuffed in her vagina. She shimmied onto the pad carefully, avoiding the large puddle she'd left earlier.\n\n``Don't squat this time,'' Grayson ordered. ``Lift your leg, like a real dog.''\n\n``Female dogs don't do that!'' protested Ada.\n\n``Yeah that do, sometimes.''\n\nFuck, she thought. This was gonna be a mess. She cocked one leg, teetered dangerously, and started to urinate. Sure enough, it was a total mess. Her unsteady stream sprayed everywhere, not only soaking the potty pad but spraying the floor beyond and dribbling down her leg. But Grayson either didn't notice or didn't care.\n\nAfter some belly rubs, and more water, her bladder quickly refilled. By the fourth time she had to pee, the potty pad was completely soaked. Grayson refused to change it. Ada's ears burned with shame as she crawled into the puddle, feeling her own stale urine seep into the fur on her knees and paws. She didn't bother cocking her leg or even squatting: she just stayed there on all fours, with her legs together, and peed all over her shins and paws. It was so warm, soaking her fur and wetting her toe beans.\n\n``Fuck,'' She groaned. ``I think your puppy needs a bath.''\n\n``You don't need a bath yet,'' Grayson said with a sadistic grin. ``Not until bedtime.''\n\nAda was left to sit uncomfortably on a towel, fur damp and now reeking of her pee. After barely an hour, her bladder was clamoring for release again, but she was done playing his sick game. When he refused to let her out to potty, she slunk away, muttering to herself: ``You want me to be a dog, huh? Well, I'll mark my territory like one.''\n\nShe sniffed at a spot on the hallway rug. Yes, this would be perfect. It could fit in the washing machine, and the floor under it was linoleum. With a naughty smirk the lynx circled three times, knelt in a sort of squat, and released her aching bladder. FFWWSSSSS... Oh, god, it felt so good. Her heart was pounding. This was so naughty. She was a bad dog now, but it was Grayson's own fault. She was marking his rug, covering it in her acrid feline scent. The puddle on the rug grew bigger and bigger: the carpet couldn't absorb all that liquid! He hadn't let his pet out, so she was having an ``accident.'' Justice.\n\nAfter well over half a minute, her stream finally waned and slowed to drips. Ada shook her rump to get rid of the drips, wishing dogs could use toilet paper. She turned around, her collar jingling - only to say Grayson standing over her with an evil grin. Uh oh.\n\n``Well, well, well... look who's a naughty puppy! You peed on the rug, didn't you?''\n\nAda whimpered.\n\n``Looks like you're not house trained well enough. I guess I'll have to rub your nose in it, right?''\n\n``What? Grayson, what the fuck? I -'' She tried to crawl away, then yelped as he seized her collar and manhandled her back towards the puddle. Her heart was hammering. He had to be joking. This had gone too far, he was rubbing her face in her own piss? That was disgusting! But she couldn't bring herself to yell the safe word. It had gone too far when she pissed all over the rug, on purpose. She really was a bad dog. Maybe she should just accept her punishment. She stopped resisting, and let him force her head down, pressing her nose against the wet carpet. That smelled so bad. It was warm and damp, liquid wetting her chin.\n\n``Bad dog!'' Grayson slapped her rump a few times for good measure, then walked away, leaving the lynx wet in multiple places and confused.\n\nFifteen minutes later, she found her water bowl empty. She whined and pawed at it.\n\n``Are you thirsty, pup?'' Grayson asked. ``Then come this way!'' He led her into the bathroom, and patted the toilet seat.\n\n``What the hell? Okay, rubbing my nose in it was one thing, but I'm not drinking from the toilet!''\n\n``Are you sure? I cleaned it extra thoroughly this morning, and I've been flushing it every half hour to make sure there's no chemicals in the water. I even cleaned inside the tank. This toilet's probably cleaner than our dishes.''\n\n``Haven't you been using it?''\n\n``Nope. I've been peeing out back.''\n\n``We have a perfectly good bathroom by the garage!''\n\nThe wolf shrugged. ``Maybe you had a point with the jokes about me marking my territory. Now go on, doggy. Drink up.''\n\nAda swallowed a gag. She knelt before the toilet. The porcelain was pristine, at least, he wasn't lying about that. She felt a little nauseous, but if she thought about it it was probably just because the only time she ever had her face this close to the toilet was if she was throwing up.\n\n``If I puke, you're cleaning it,'' she warned. She took a deep breath, leaned her face closer and closer to the surface... and started to drink. It was a tentative lap at first, then more and more vigorously. Mmm... the water actually tasted good. A little minerally and bitter compared to the filtered water from the fridge, but better than the water from the dog bowl he kept filling. She drank, and drank, and drank, her tail wagging, until her stomach was full.\n\nThis, of course, soon left her bladder full to bursting again. She looked at the saturated potty pad.\n\n``Do you need to pee, little doggy?''\n\nShe nodded.\n\n``You can go, but wait a minute. This big bad wolf has to mark his territory. Sit... stay... come. Sit. Right there on your dog bed. Now stay...''\n\nMark his territory... Ada kind of wanted to watch. He'd watched her relieve herself enough today, and what he'd said about going outside kind of turned her on. But he wasn't going outside. He was unzipping his pants right there.\n\n``Grayson? What exactly is your ``territory?'' You better not be about to piss on me.''\n\n``What's wrong? I thought dogs liked getting wet! Besides, you just drank from the toilet.''\n\n``The clean toilet.''\n\n``Urine is sterile.''\n\n``No it's not, that was debunked years ago!''\n\n``Well, you've had my cum in your mouth all day. It's as sterile as that. Anyway, you don't have to drink it, just let me mark you.''\n\nThe lynx's brain short circuited. Mark her... she was his territory. His property. That's how a dog would think. He would mark her and claim her as his own. His mate. Yes... she sat at attention, tail wagging furiously. ``Arf arf!''\n\n``Good girl.'' The wolf smiled seductively. Yellow liquid dripped from the end of his member, missing Ada's nose by inches, then a spurt hit her forehead. Fuck! This was disgusting, this was disgusting... SSSssss....\n\n``God damn you,'' she mumbled as his hot stream rained down on her back. She knelt on all fours, letting her boyfriend shower her back, from her shoulders to her rump.\n\n``Hey, I said sit,'' he commanded. She sat up, wincing as he hosed down her tits with a jet of musky wolf piss. God, his scent was intoxicating. She wanted to be his. She wanted it all over her. The lynx closed her eyes and bowed her head, flicking her ears in discomfort. It was going all over her forehead now. ``Good dog,'' he growled. ``Such a submissive slut puppy.''\n\n``Ohhh...'' Ada moaned. He was going straight onto her muzzle now. The smell of wolf musk was so strong. She didn't think, she just obeyed her instincts. She tipped her head back and opened her mouth.\n\n``Hey, looks like the puppy's thirsty after all!''\n\n``WHRGLGLBLGL!'' was all poor Ada could reply. His urine flooded her eager maw, pooling in a bubbly lake and spilling out the sides down her soaking body. So salty. Sour. It tasted so bad. But she took a big gulp, shuddering as the acrid wolf liquid ran down her throat. Slutty puppy... yes... puppy needed more.\n\nHe showered her for another thirty seconds, and let her lick the last drops from the tip of his cock. The lynx was thoroughly soaked.\n\n``Did you like that, doggy?''\n\n``Ruff!'' Ada rolled over for a tummy rub, but nature soon called for her with great urgency. She started to squat over the soaked potty pad, but he yelled: ``Stop!''\n\n``Arf?''\n\n``Are you still thirsty, pup?'' he asked. She nodded. ``Then wait right here.'' He went to the kitchen, and brought out... the empty water bowl.\n\n``Oh my god...''\n\n``Ssh. Dogs still don't talk.''\n\nAda laughed. She knelt over the bowl and gratefully relieved herself. She was glad the sound of her pee spraying the metal and splashing into the bowl drowned out her breaking character as a dog by purring. The liquid rose quickly, and the bowl filled to the brim, then spilled over.\n\n``Stop!'' Grayson tugged on her leash. ``You can pee more later. Get yourself a drink.''\n\nAda turned around and sniffed at the bowl. It had the acrid scent of feline piss, but she was so well hydrated that it wasn't that strong. Maybe it wouldn't taste that bad. She dipped her tongue into the pale yellow liquid. No, it still tasted awful, but for some reason she wanted to drink it all anyway. It must have been dog instincts. She lapped, and lapped, and lapped at the foul-tasting urine in the bowl. Her bladder twinged, so she shamelessly lifted her leg and peed on the floor, still happily drinking. That meant getting her nose rubbed in the puddle when she was done, but that was fine. The sopping ``dog'' tackled her ``owner,'' jumping on him and licking his face, and shook herself, spraying piss all over the room.\n\n``Oh, fuck me, jesus. Maybe this was a bad idea. Come on pisspup, you smell horrible! I think you need a bath!''\n\nAda followed her boyfriend into the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet pawprints and drips in her wake. Bathtime for wet dogs, and sex with their fur sopping, ensued. It even smelled like wet dog. Or wet wolf, anyway, since Grayson was the source of the odor. After eating her dinner from a bowl on the floor, the lynx lay with her head in his naked lap while they watched TV on the couch, then crawled into bed with him. He'd forgotten to take her potty before bed, but Ada was already planning an ``accident,'' even if she didn't technically have to be a dog tomorrow morning.\n\n[b]Day 12: Medical Play[/b]\n\n(THIS DAY IS NOT AVAILABLE ON INKBUNNY DUE TO CONTAINING HUMAN CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS)\n\n[b]Day 13: Size Difference[/b]\n\nToday, a very ambitious corgi met up with three larger dogs in a back alley to settle a bet.\n\n``I don't know about,'' said one, a Newfoundland. ``You sure she can take our entire knots? I didn't think she'd be this small. Not to brag or anything, but I think I'd probably break her in half.''\n\n``She may be short, but look at that ass!'' said a St. Bernard. ``I'm sure she can stretch more than she looks.''\n\n``Word around the dog park is she's a `size queen,' said the third male, a large akita. ``I heard she once got gangbanged by the entire police K9 department and still wanted more.''\n\n``I don't want to hurt her,'' the Newfoundland said doubtfully.\n\n``I can hear you boys, you know that right?'' the corgi yipped. ``And you heard wrong. It wasn't police K9s: it was five Cane Corso personal protection dogs.''\n\n``Yeah, but you know, stereotypes aren't everything,'' said the Newfoundland. ``I'm not saying I stare at other dogs' dicks when they lift their legs, but some Cane Corsos aren't that impressive.''\n\n``Dude, you stare at other dogs' dicks when they lift their legs all the time,'' said the akita.\n\n``Okay, maybe, but that makes my opinion more qualified than yours!''\n\n``Are you going to fuck me, or just stand around talking?'' yapped the corgi impatiently. ``I don't have all day: if I'm not back in my yard by 5:30 my owner will find out I can open the gate.''\n\n``Fine, but I'm doubling the stakes,'' said the Newfoundland. ``If she takes all of us without bleeding, I'll give you four tennis balls each.''\n\n``Holy shit,'' said the St. Bernard. ``I can't do double stakes... three pristine extra large rawhide chews, take it or leave it.''\n\n``Deal,'' said the Newfoundland.\n\n``I'm in,'' said the Akita. ``So, who's first?''\n\n``I'm the best hung, so obviously I go last.''\n\n``You are not!''\n\n``All of you shut up.'' The corgi waddled confidently underneath the Newfoundland's belly and sniffed his sheath, then the St. Bernard, then the Akita. ``Nope, you're not the best hung, pal. I'll pick you for a warmup, then you -'' she pawed at the Newfoundland and Akita in turn. ``And you go last.''\n\nThe corgi faced away from the three males, spread her thicc hindquarters, and assumed a position of submission. The Newfoundland strode up to her, crouched down a little, and rubbed his sheath against her rump until he was hard and dripping.\n\n``Come on big boy, give it to me - yeeeeeeeek!'' the corgi squealed. ``Oof - I guesss you're a grower not a shower, huh? Well, show me what you've got!''\n\n``Told you guys.'' The smug Newfoundland mounted the much smaller bitch, forcing his tremendous girth into her cookie. The corgi grunted and gritted her teeth as her hole was stretched, but grinned and panted as the big male pounded her puppy pussy. Her paws slid on the dirty alley ground, until her nose bumped into a crate.\n\n``Oh yeah - urgh! I told you I can take it! Harder! Harder!''\n\n``Holy cow. I can't believe it even fits,'' the St Bernard commented.\n\n``Yeah. I bet she'll be so stretched out when it gets to your turn you don't even feel it.''\n\nAfter several minutes of brutal humping, the Newfoundland moaned in pleasure, and pumped an enormous amount of hot seed into the smaller dog. But it wasn't over yet. His massive knot began to inflate. The corgi winced and grimaced in discomfort. ``Oooof, that's a big one. Fuck yes. Oh my dog!''\n\nHis knot was so big that it put pressure on her bladder, causing a river of pee to suddenly burst from the corgi's cunt, soaking the dirt and discarded newspapers beneath.\n\n``Eww,'' said the akita.\n\n``Don't worry boys, this happens sometimes!'' the corgi said cheerfully. ``I'm not really satisfied if a stud's too small to fuck the piss out of me.'' Her back paws were standing in the growing puddle by now.\n\nAfter a long time, the Newfoundland finally withdrew with a wet SCHLOPP! A creamy squirt of cum was queefed out of the corgi's cookie as he walked away. The akita quickly took his place.\n\n``Ugh. You should be throwing in an extra tennis ball for making us deal with your sloppy seconds.''\n\n``Hey, I wanted to go last!''\n\n``Fair point.''\n\n``Shut up and fuck me!'' barked the corgi.\n\nThe akita dig just that. His red rocket wasn't as girthy as the Newfoundland's, but it was longer, and the corgi was soon whining and shrieking in pain as his tip slammed her cervix.\n\n``Are you sure you're okay?'' he asked. ``Should I stop!''\n\n``No!'' yelped the corgi. Tears ran down her face, and snot from her nose. ``You could try being gentler, though. You're not trying to hammer in a nail.''\n\nThe akita spurted a torrent of spooge, overflowing white goo down the corgi's legs. He too knotted the smaller dog, dragging her around in a display of dominance, before leaving her ravaged and gasping for air, at the tender mercy of the final participant in the bet. \n\nThe corgi walked under him, snuffling and nuzzling his sheath until over eight inches of dog meat was draped over her eyes. ``Oh, yeah,'' she growled. ``Let's see how well you can use this thing.'' She lay down and rolled over, forcing him to squat low to reach her hole. He smashed that thing vigorously, pounding the corgi into the dirt like a piledriver. Her eyes rolled back in her head and drool ran down from her lolling tongue. \"Fuck,'' she groaned. ``I think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, but it's worth it. Fill me up, big daddy!''\n\nThe St. Bernard howled in relief at his climax. He'd been pent up for weeks, and his enormous dong sealed her ravaged hole so tightly that halfway through his long orgasm the pressure forced her off like a water balloon slipping off a hose. With similarly messy results. Enormous spurts of cum splattered all over the corgi, gunging her fur with creamy St. Bernard semen from crotch to chin.\n\n``Hey! Did I say you could pull out, dumbass?''\n\n``Sorry. Oops, I made a mess of you didn't I?''\n\n``Screw the mess, get back in there before your knot blows up.''\n\nHis knot was already half swollen, making the corgi wail as he breached her tender walls with it. ``Aah! Oh my God!'' she gasped. ``Wow... you're hung like a horse!''\n\nAfter fifteen minutes, he finally withdrew from the quivering corgi. She staggered to her feet and presented her pussy for inspection. There were a lot of other bodily fluids, but they had to admit she hadn't bled at all. It was hard to believe after the violent rawdogging she'd just been on the receiving end of.\n\n``Pay up, dude,'' said the akita.\n\n``Oh. Okay, so, the thing is, I don't actually have eight tennis balls,'' the Newfoundland said nervously. ``I can do four, two for each of you. Can you take an IOU?''\n\nThe other males growled, but the corgi put her herding breed instincts to good use by nipping at their heels. ``Excuse me? What about my end of the bet?''\n\n``What did you bet again? I guess it doesn't matter since you won.''\n\n``Oh, I bet on his side,'' she pointed to the Newfoundland.\n\n``Why did you bet against yourself?'' asked the Akita. ``You said you could take us.''\n\n``Call it hedging my bets,'' the corgi said with an imperious grin. ``Looks like I lost, which means I have to let you have your way with me for the rest of the afternoon!''\n\n``I'm kinda tired,'' said the St. Bernard.\n\n``I said, I have to let you have your way with me for the rest of the afternoon. Did you think I'd come all the way out here with three big studs like you just to let you leave after one round?''\n\n``I don't think this is how the whole gambling thing works,'' whined the Akita.\n\n``Who cares!'' said the Newfoundland. ``Come on, guys, what are you, chicken?''\n\n``Good boy.'' The corgi sidled up to him and licked his sheath. ``Which one of you wants to roll over for me first?''\n\n``Seriously? This alley's filthy,'' said the St. Bernard.\n\n``That didn't bother you when I was on my back. Sit. Play dead!''\n\n``Fine...'' he whined, and went belly up.\n\n``Good boy!'' the corgi climbed onto him, and carefully sat down on his red rocket. ``Hey! Let's make a new bet! If I can take all of your cocks to the hilt without barfing, I have to let you lift your legs over me.''\n\n``You want us to mark you?'' asked the Akita. ``What the fuck?''\n\n``You've never marked a bitch before?'' laughed the Newfoundland. ``It's totally hot! Imagine her covered in our scent so every dog in town knows we've claimed here!''\n\n``Oh,'' said the St. Bernard. ``That makes sense.'' He straddled the corgi and slapped his still glistening and slimy meat missile in her face while she rode the Newfoundland.\n\n``Ugh,'' said the bottom dog. ``Like I wanted to see your balls and ass.''\n\n``You stare at other dogs' balls and asses all the time. Close your eyes if you don't like it.''\n\n``Mffglk!'' gurgled the corgi, drooling profusely on the Newfoundland's chest. ``Fuck, yeah! Snap my collar!''\n\nWhat had begun as taking turns had now become an orgy, with the slutty corgi spitroasted on two enormous dog dicks, deepthroating one while she rode the other. The St Bernard's balls were far from drained, and he erupted a fountain of cum. The corgi greedily gulped down the first few spurts, then had her face painted creamy white when he pulled out midway through. Meanwhile, the akita had decided to grind against her ass, and exploded sausage juice all over her thicc furry cheeks and striped her back with spooge up to her collar. But even this wasn't enough to satisfy the incorrigible corgi. She wanted more, and she was going to get it!\n\nThe akita was next, dipping his stick in her gullet while she lay on her back, and nearly drowning her in sticky white substances.\n\n``UGgllrglk!'' the corgi gurgled, thick cum bubbling from her mouth. She licked her lips and sneezed. ``Two down, one to go, boys.'' She straddled the Newfoundland again in 69 position, sliding her jaws all the way over his thick sausage until she seemed impaled on it. In and out, in and out the little dog slid, gagging, choking, and drooling, but never puking.\n\n``Jeez, do you even have a gag reflex?''\n\n``Wow, look at her go!''\n\nThe Newfoundland came like a fire hydrant. His dong slipped out of her mouth, and a fountain of hot spunk rained down all over both him and the corgi, then she gulped several more generous spurts from the tap.\n\n``Woops, looks like you got some on your own face!'' she said. ``Here, let me help you with that.''\n\nThe males were enjoying themselves so much that they gave her two more rounds of blowjobs each. Sometime they stood while the low-profile dog stood beneath them: other times she rode one of them or lay beneath them. After taking nine loads in the mouth in total, and many more in her pussy and all over her body and face, that cumdumpster of a corgi didn't have a clean spot left on her coat.\n\n``Looks like I... lost the bet again,'' she panted. ``I guess I have to be marked now, don't I?''\n\n``I guess so,'' said the St. Bernard.\n\n``You boys are such big dogs, and you can cum like horses. Now show me if you can piss like them too.''\n\nThey'd been at it for hours, and all three studs' bladders were uncomfortably full.\n\n``Not to brag or anything,'' said the Newfoundland, ``but I can take a five mile walk, lift my leg on every single tree and lamppost, and still have enough left over to flood the patio when I get home.''\n\n``Oh yeah?'' boasted the St. Bernard. ``Well, whenever I lift my leg on a walk, the storm drains overflow!''\n\nThe akita grinned. ``When I go outside in the morning, my owners have time to go in, make their breakfast, and finish it before I'm done peeing!''\n\n``If you're gonna have a pissing contest, then have a literal pissing contest,'' said the corgi. ``You decide who goes first.''\n\n``I'll do it.'' The akita stepped up, straddling the smaller dog and lifting his leg. ``You sure about this? If those guys aren't lying, you might drown in it!''\n\n``Make me yours, big boy, come on!''\n\n``Suit yourself.'' The akita released his bladder. A strong stream of yellow liquid, reeking of masculine dog musk, cascaded down on the corgi's back. Sheets of urine poured off her flanks, soaking the dirty ground as well as her fur. He pushed out an extra strong spurt, pressure-washing her shoulders in a hissing flood, then walked away.\n\n``What the hell? You said you could piss for so long -''\n\n``Calm down bitch, I'm not done yet. I just thought I'd give the others a turn.''\n\nThe St Bernard took his turn lifting his leg over the short, squat dog. He deluged her buttocks with a firehose of steaming piss. She moaned, raising her rump into the powerful stream and wagging her stubby tail, getting off to the jet of liquid blasting her crotch. But the Newfoundland had even more perverse plans. He lifted his leg and released a gentle, steady stream right on her head. ``You like that, bitch?'' he asked.\n\n``I've seen chihuahuas pee harder than that.''\n\n``Oh, I'm just breaking the seal. Here, let's see a chihuahua do this!'' He turned around, lifting his leg with his dong pointing right at her face. The corgi valiantly stared down the barrel, only closing her eyes when his stream began again. A gushing torrent of dog urine drenched her face, washing over her snout and forehead and blasting the three dogs' cum away in the torrent.\n\n``Fuck, dude, isn't that a little too far? Her face?'' the St Bernard asked. But the corgi opened her mouth into the stream, letting her mouth fill with the foaming yellow waterfall, then began to drink, taking big gulps of the warm, salty liquid, then lapping greedily at it and showering her muzzle as his stream waned.\n\n``What the fuck? What a slut!'' the akita nearly gagged just watching.\n\n``I can't believe she's actually drinking it,'' said the St Bernard.\n\nThe Corgi gasped and panted, spitting out urine. ``What can I say? I'm a thirsty pup!''\n\nBy now the puddle of urine surrounding the small dog was so large that the akita had to wade into it to take his next turn, drenching the corgi down with a still impressive stream. She rolled on her back in submission and happily allowed the male to flood her belly, which was bulging and bloated from the amount of fluids she'd consumed. She got up and wrapped her mouth around his still pissing cock, whimpering in delight as she gulped down as much of the salty liquid as she could. The thirsty little puddepup seemed intent on draining his entire bladder, but he pulled out and splashed away.\n\n``By the way, no need to take turns!'' she said. ``If your aim's good enough, I don't mind being a target for two at once.''\n\nThe Newfoundland and St Bernard looked at each other. ``Dude, you're right, this is hot,'' said the previously uncertain dog. They splashed up to her and lifted their legs in mirror images of each other, their heels crossing above her head. They looked at each other. ``Don't cross the streams,'' joked the St Bernard. Then they began to relieve themselves, shooting twin torrents of pungent yellow pee right into the little corgi's face.\n\n``WHARBLRGGBLBGLRGLBLGBL!'' in typical canine fashion, she gleefully treated the streams of liquid like she was being sprayed in the face with a garden hose, shaking her head from side to side and snapping at the streams. Their streams faded to dribbles after a while, but she gave them each personalized attention, slurping at their dripping cocks until she stimulated them to releasing more hissing, salty floods in her face. Not to be outdone, the akita slipped the tip of his cock into her cookie and flooded her, leaving her gasping in pleasure and queefing spurts of cum mixed with urine, which she greedily lapped up from the filthy ground.\n\n``Hahhh... wow!'' the drenched dog panted. Every inch of her fur was completely saturated with their musk now. ``You really soaked me! I guess that's what I get for playing with big dogs, right? That was almost too much even for me! You must've really drunk a lot, huh? I'm almost glad it's over!''\n\n``Over?'' the Newfoundland said with a grin. ``Who said anything about it being over? C'mere and I'll drown you for real.''\n\nYou could practically see the hearts light up in the corgi's eyes. She rolled belly up in the puddle, a little fountain burbling from her ruined cookie as she peed herself in submission. The newfoundland let his two companions finish soaking her first, then stepped up and relieved himself with a grateful sigh, no longer lifting his leg to mark his conquest but simply draining his bladder, first soaking her body for a good thirty seconds, then doing his best to drown her, flooding her mouth with a foaming yellow waterfall that cascaded all over her face.\n\nLaughing among themselves, the three males left the alley, leaving the sopping, dirty corgi to shake herself off, spraying the walls and dumpster with piss. She staggered after them, her belly nearly dragging on the ground and her hind legs spread wide in a painful waddle due to how badly her rear had been wrecked. She returned to her yard, pulled the gate shut behind her, and collapsed onto the ground, blissfully releasing a flood of piss right where she lay. She'd drank so much of the big dogs' musk that wherever she peed would smell like them for days. Inside her doghouse, in her water dish, all over the fence... the liquid was still running through her system, straight to her bladder. She squatted and drenched the ground, making a huge, muddy puddle, and rolled in it, even digging her muzzle into the musky ooze. Her owner would be home soon, but luckily there was a wading pool in her yard. She rinsed herself off and settled down on the back porch to drip dry, daydreaming of the railing she'd received that afternoon.\n\n[b]Day 14: Orgasm Denial[/b]\n\n(THIS DAY IS NOT AVAILABLE ON INKBUNNY DUE TO CONTAINING HUMAN CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS)\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Day 8: Napping Together

Today, at a Pokemon Daycare, an Eevee, a Vulpix, a Sprigatito, and a Nickit met and quickly made friends. They ran around all morning, chasing each other, wrestling, tugging on toys, and racing each other around the yard. All that activity worked up a thirst, and the four of them returned to the water bowl over and over again. It also left them so tired that by afternoon they could barely keep their eyes open. After making sure they drank some more water, the daycare worker in charge led them to a quiet room with a mattress where they could settle down for a nap. The Eevee, Shinx, and Vulpix all curled up together, and a few minutes later the Nickit crawled into bed and joined them, wearing a soft, crinkly diaper. She had to wear it for naptime because she'd had accidents before, and she was quite embarrassed about it, but the others reassured her that it was okay, and soon all four were fast asleep.

Due to the high pokemon-to-staff ratio at this daycare the napping room was left unsupervised. All four of the little pokemon were female, so there was no danger of surprise eggs, but the worker was new and inexperienced. She forgot to make sure they want potty before their nap! All four of them had to go, because they'd been too busy playing all morning to think of taking a break to pee, and now they were too sleepy to think of it either.

The quartet were all snuggled up together, all warm and cozy in the bed. They stirred and fidgeted in their slumber, but didn't wake up enough to realize that their bladders were filling fast. And since the napping room had the relaxing sounds of waterfalls and babbling streams playing on a speaker to help anxious pokemon get to sleep, it was a recipe for disaster.

Eevee awoke to a warm, wet feeling at her ear. She found that it was caused by Shinx chewing on her ear and drooling on it. She pushed the feline pokemon away groggily, yawned, and lay back down. She had to pee. She really had to pee, but she was so tired, and getting up seemed like a lot of work. Just a few more minutes...

Vulpix woke up too, and fidgeted in discomfort from the throbbing fullness of her bladder. She stood up, stretched, and yawned. The room smelled like pee. She soon discovered the cause. Nickit's diaper was now very yellow around the crotch. Vulpix wanted to wake her up, but was afraid it would embarrass her. Someone would change her. She staggered around the room, still half asleep, looking for a potty pad or a door out, but there was none. If she made noise and asked to be let out, she'd wake the others, and they looked so peaceful. And so warm. The air conditioner made the little fire type chilly without her friends' body heat. She stumbled back to bed, flopped down, and curled up again. She didn't mean to go back to sleep, only wait until someone came to change Nickit, but the sounds of water lulled her into dozing off again. Her body relaxed, deeper and deeper.

Sprigatito was having a pleasant dream. She was playing with a ball of yarn that had a bell inside it, and it smelled like her favorite catnip. But the dream soon changed. She found herself wandering an endless series of rooms, searching for her litterbox. She had to pee so badly! She ran faster and faster, keeping her hind legs clenched together. Finally, she found a potted plant. She mewed in distress, not wanting to relieve herself somewhere so inappropriate, but she was desperate, and there was a little fountain nearby that babbled happily. It would disguise the sound, she thought. She peed for a long time, then tried to cover it, before the dream melted away and she fell asleep again.

Eevee woke again to a warmer, wetter feeling, and soft little paws kicking at her back. Sprigatito was kicking her in her sleep, sweeping her hind feet back. Liquid was soaking into her fur... but she was so sleepy. Was this a dream, or was she awake? She couldn't tell. It must have been a dream, because she felt like she was lying in a warm puddle, and that was impossible. She was in a nice, warm bed.

Vulpix whimpered in her sleep, and drifted into a semi-conscious haze. So sleepy... but her bladder. It was so full. It hurt. She was conscious of a wonderful feeling of relief though, and liquid flowing out of her. That was good. The fullness would go away soon. There was no reason to wake up then, she didn't have to pee anymore. And she felt so comfortable with three other soft, warm pokemon cuddled up with her. So warm, and so wet...

Eevee had a bad dream. She dreamed that she'd been entered in a pokemon show, but everything went wrong. She couldn't dry off after the bath, and her fur was all damp and stick instead of dry and soft and fluffed up. She went out on the catwalk, but then she heard liquid trickling, and looked down between her legs only to realize with horror that she was peeing herself in front of everyone! She squeaked with fright and embarrassment, and woke up to what was now a strong, strong smell of pee, and the unmistakable feeling of her bladder emptying.

She sat up groggily, and found herself in a very wet bed with three other Pokemon. Oh no! She was soaked! There was a huge, huge puddle on the sheets. All of them were lying in it.

Eevee was too ashamed to wake her friends up and admit to wetting the bed. She'd... she'd have to wear a diaper like Nickit, and everyone would laugh at her. The daycare workers would be furious. She might even get kicked out and never see her new friends again. The poor little pokemon snuggled up to them again and cried herself to sleep. She didn't want to wake them up and ruin this just yet. Maybe if the workers didn't know who had the accident, it would be okay. She'd just pretend she hadn't noticed.

The four pokemon grew uncomfortable on the wet bed. They tossed and turned, got up and circled and lay back down in new positions. Nickit woke up, and for a horrifying moment though she'd leaked. Her diaper was soaked, true. But when she nuzzled Sprigatito, the feline Pokemon rolled on her back. She was purring, kneading her fuzzy little forepaws in the air. But Nickit saw, to her shock, that yellow liquid was slowly bubbling and trickling from between the grass-type?s legs. She was wetting her tail, and the whole bed too. Poor Sprigatito, thought Nickit. Now she'd have to wear diapers too. But Nickit thought it would be nice to not be the only one. She lay back down and cuddled close to the kitty.

Vulpix woke up to an overwhelming smell of pee. The sheets were wet against her cheek. She moved her head, and something crinkled soggily. Her head was tucked between Nickit's, right up against the dark-type?s soggy, swollen diaper. She'd peed herself. She'd peed so much. Vulpix wished she could wear a diaper like that. As a fire-type she didn't like getting wet, but she had to go so badly, and didn't want to get up. It was nice and warm... and wet too, but it was a good, warm wet, even if it smelled bad. She didn't want to get up, and she couldn't: Nickit was hugging her, and someone was lying on top of her. She just let it all out, right there where she lay. Now it felt even warmer... all soaking into her fur, into her tails...

Eevee woke up with her bladder aching and twinging. She had to pee, and badly. But she was so sleepy that she didn't remember where she was, or where to go. She didn't even open her eyes. It felt soft under her. Soft and wet, like a potty pad. Had she fallen asleep on one? That was good, she didn't have to walk far. She had to go so badly. She got up, clambered over something soft, squatted, and released her bladder.

Sprigatito didn't even wake up. She had a sleepwalking problem. She stood up, stretched, and made her way to the water bowl, where she lapped for several minutes. She needed to pee, so she followed the smell of it, sure a litterbox would be there. Yes... so damp. She clambered onto Nickit's shoulders, squatted, and gratefully released her bladder with a purr.

The pokemon had started out in a cute cuddle puddle, but now they were literally cuddling in a puddle. All of them had wet the bed at least twice. The water was going right through them, and their bladders were just as tired as the rest of them. They were so sleepy that even if they woke up before they peed themselves in their sleep, they just got up and squatted on the sheets or on each other, and went to the waterbowl in a trail of wet pawprints, without even realizing what they were doing.

Vulpix woke up to weight pressing down on the sheets next to her head. They were soaked. Liquid pattered next to her head, and something sprinkled her nose and whiskers. She opened her eyes, and beheld a shocking sight: a furry brown rump, dripping and more than that. Eevee was squatting and urinating on the sheets just a couple of inches from her face! She froze in utter shock at what was happening, staring aghast at the stream of pale gold flowing freely from her friend's vulva. It was splashing onto the sheets, soaking them. They shimmered with fresh liquid, and more ran down into the depression created by the pokemon's weight. It was splashing everywhere too, sending shining droplets onto Vulpix's muzzle. Her heart pounded. Her friend was... was peeing on her, and she didn't even know. That made her feel all... funny. Sort of like she was peeing too, a rush of adrenaline and a tingle in her private parts. She couldn't move. She couldn't stop this. There was something magical about this moment she didn't want to lose.

Eevee finished emptying her bladder and lay down right in her own puddle. She was asleep at once, but Vulpix lay awake, thinking about what had happened. She started to fall asleep again, but realized she had to pee too. She sniffed Eevee's fur. Ugh, she reeked of stale urine. Then it wouldn't do any harm if she... what was she thinking? That was naughty! But Vulpix felt a little naughty. She got up, lifted her leg, and after a moment's trepidation urinated right on her friend. Her stream was unsteady as she swayed and tried to keep her balance on the soft mattress, and sprinkled all over Eevee's side. The other pokemon groaned and stirred in her sleep. Vulpix froze, cutting off the stream. But Eevee just rolled over right into her leg, bringing her down on top of her with a soggy thump. After some uncomfortable repositioning, though, they were curled up together again, with Vulpix's nose pressed right into where she'd just marked. She fell asleep again feeling very embarrassed.

When Eevee awoke again, it was from a wet nose and paws prodding her. She looked up, blinking sleepily, and took in the situation she was in. Three very sad and soggy Pokemon were sitting forlornly on their urine-soaked bedding. It was now clear that no one of them was the culprit. There was just so much! Nickit's diaper was leaking badly, half the mattress was stained dark, and their weight made their paws and haunches sink into a lake of pungent liquid.

They went to the door and scratched and yelped at it for a worker to come and clean up the mess, but there was no reply. Then Nickit noticed it was dark outside.

It was night time. The daycare was closed. They'd been shut in the napping room and forgotten about, and the four pokemon knew for certain that no one would come to check on them until the next morning. They had no food, and no potty, but they had plenty of water and a nice, comfortable bed, if a very soggy one. The napping room had no toys or games to distract tired pokemon or let them wake each other up with noise, but they had each other's company.

Day 9: Gloryhole

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Day 10: Praise Kink

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Day 11: Petplay

Today, Ada the anthro Lynx lost a bet with her boyfriend Grayson. After making one too many dog jokes about the wolf, he'd gotten her to agree that the winner of a game of Uno had to be the other's dog for the entire day.

To get him back, she decided to start the humiliating game by waking him up at 5:45 AM demanding food and being taken out to pee, just like a real dog. What she didn't anticipate was him locking her out of the bedroom and going back to sleep, but not before putting a collar on her and putting thick mittens on her paws. Ada whined and scratched at the door for a while, but there was no response. The lynx sighed and crawled to the living room, where, completely naked, she curled up on the couch. She hadn't wanted to wake up that early anyway.

When she woke up for real, it was half past 9. She had to watch her ``owner'' eat his toast and orange juice, and wait to be fed her own breakfast: cold beef stew from a bowl on the floor. She didn't like it, but she didn't complain: she was just grateful he hadn't gotten her kibble.

But now, the lynx really needed a walk. Her bladder ached from holding her morning pee in. She went to the door and whined. Finding a leash there, she put it in her mouth - ugh, it tasted like laundry - and crawled back to Grayson, wagging her stubby tail.

``No. Not yet. You'll get a walk later,'' he said.

An hour later, Ada was desperate. She started pawing at his lap.

``Do you need to go potty?'' the wolf asked with a sly smile.

``Arf!''

``Okay, here you go.''

To Ada's dismay, instead of being led out in the backyard, the wolf spread something out on the floor and pointed expectantly at it. ``Is that... is that a fucking puppy pad?'' she said with a glare. ``When did you even buy that?''

``Shh. Dogs don't talk, remember? Now go potty like a good puppy.''

Ada had to go too badly to be picky. She crawled onto the potty pad, squatted, and peed, blushing deeply since she knew he was watching. Her stream sprayed the padding with a loud hiss. She looked down and saw the foaming puddle spreading. She had to spread her paws farther and farther apart to avoid getting them wet.

``Good girl!'' Grayson patted her. ``Do you want a treat?''

Ada nodded and wagged her tail. Grayson went into the kitchen. He came back with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. At least this wouldn't be that bad.

Then he pulled down his pants.

``Are you kidding me?'' hissed the lynx.

``Dogs don't talk, bitch. Does the puppy wanna bone?''

``Make sure you don't contaminate our peanut butter!''

He slathered his dick with peanut butter and sat down on a chair in the dining room. Whining and pawing, Ada snuffled at his crotch, closer and closer. This part she had to admit she enjoyed. She licked him a few times, then took his gooey, peanuty length into her mouth.

``Good dog.'' Grayson patted her head.

By lunchtime, Ada was a dirty ``dog.'' Grayson had taken her for a short walk around the backyard on her leash. She'd forgotten it had rained, though, and there was the one flowerbed they hadn't gotten around to planting yet. He made her dig in it, bury a bone, and roll around in the mud, then showered her off with the garden hose. He also seemed to really enjoy watching her lap water from a bowl, because he kept making her drink over and over. But that had effects on her bladder.

Ada, this time on her leash, crawled onto the potty pad again after another session with the peanut butter, and a hard plastic bone stuffed in her vagina. She shimmied onto the pad carefully, avoiding the large puddle she'd left earlier.

``Don't squat this time,'' Grayson ordered. ``Lift your leg, like a real dog.''

``Female dogs don't do that!'' protested Ada.

``Yeah that do, sometimes.''

Fuck, she thought. This was gonna be a mess. She cocked one leg, teetered dangerously, and started to urinate. Sure enough, it was a total mess. Her unsteady stream sprayed everywhere, not only soaking the potty pad but spraying the floor beyond and dribbling down her leg. But Grayson either didn't notice or didn't care.

After some belly rubs, and more water, her bladder quickly refilled. By the fourth time she had to pee, the potty pad was completely soaked. Grayson refused to change it. Ada's ears burned with shame as she crawled into the puddle, feeling her own stale urine seep into the fur on her knees and paws. She didn't bother cocking her leg or even squatting: she just stayed there on all fours, with her legs together, and peed all over her shins and paws. It was so warm, soaking her fur and wetting her toe beans.

``Fuck,'' She groaned. ``I think your puppy needs a bath.''

``You don't need a bath yet,'' Grayson said with a sadistic grin. ``Not until bedtime.''

Ada was left to sit uncomfortably on a towel, fur damp and now reeking of her pee. After barely an hour, her bladder was clamoring for release again, but she was done playing his sick game. When he refused to let her out to potty, she slunk away, muttering to herself: ``You want me to be a dog, huh? Well, I'll mark my territory like one.''

She sniffed at a spot on the hallway rug. Yes, this would be perfect. It could fit in the washing machine, and the floor under it was linoleum. With a naughty smirk the lynx circled three times, knelt in a sort of squat, and released her aching bladder. FFWWSSSSS... Oh, god, it felt so good. Her heart was pounding. This was so naughty. She was a bad dog now, but it was Grayson's own fault. She was marking his rug, covering it in her acrid feline scent. The puddle on the rug grew bigger and bigger: the carpet couldn't absorb all that liquid! He hadn't let his pet out, so she was having an ``accident.'' Justice.

After well over half a minute, her stream finally waned and slowed to drips. Ada shook her rump to get rid of the drips, wishing dogs could use toilet paper. She turned around, her collar jingling - only to say Grayson standing over her with an evil grin. Uh oh.

``Well, well, well... look who's a naughty puppy! You peed on the rug, didn't you?''

Ada whimpered.

``Looks like you're not house trained well enough. I guess I'll have to rub your nose in it, right?''

``What? Grayson, what the fuck? I -'' She tried to crawl away, then yelped as he seized her collar and manhandled her back towards the puddle. Her heart was hammering. He had to be joking. This had gone too far, he was rubbing her face in her own piss? That was disgusting! But she couldn't bring herself to yell the safe word. It had gone too far when she pissed all over the rug, on purpose. She really was a bad dog. Maybe she should just accept her punishment. She stopped resisting, and let him force her head down, pressing her nose against the wet carpet. That smelled so bad. It was warm and damp, liquid wetting her chin.

``Bad dog!'' Grayson slapped her rump a few times for good measure, then walked away, leaving the lynx wet in multiple places and confused.

Fifteen minutes later, she found her water bowl empty. She whined and pawed at it.

``Are you thirsty, pup?'' Grayson asked. ``Then come this way!'' He led her into the bathroom, and patted the toilet seat.

``What the hell? Okay, rubbing my nose in it was one thing, but I'm not drinking from the toilet!''

``Are you sure? I cleaned it extra thoroughly this morning, and I've been flushing it every half hour to make sure there's no chemicals in the water. I even cleaned inside the tank. This toilet's probably cleaner than our dishes.''

``Haven't you been using it?''

``Nope. I've been peeing out back.''

``We have a perfectly good bathroom by the garage!''

The wolf shrugged. ``Maybe you had a point with the jokes about me marking my territory. Now go on, doggy. Drink up.''

Ada swallowed a gag. She knelt before the toilet. The porcelain was pristine, at least, he wasn't lying about that. She felt a little nauseous, but if she thought about it it was probably just because the only time she ever had her face this close to the toilet was if she was throwing up.

``If I puke, you're cleaning it,'' she warned. She took a deep breath, leaned her face closer and closer to the surface... and started to drink. It was a tentative lap at first, then more and more vigorously. Mmm... the water actually tasted good. A little minerally and bitter compared to the filtered water from the fridge, but better than the water from the dog bowl he kept filling. She drank, and drank, and drank, her tail wagging, until her stomach was full.

This, of course, soon left her bladder full to bursting again. She looked at the saturated potty pad.

``Do you need to pee, little doggy?''

She nodded.

``You can go, but wait a minute. This big bad wolf has to mark his territory. Sit... stay... come. Sit. Right there on your dog bed. Now stay...''

Mark his territory... Ada kind of wanted to watch. He'd watched her relieve herself enough today, and what he'd said about going outside kind of turned her on. But he wasn't going outside. He was unzipping his pants right there.

``Grayson? What exactly is your ``territory?'' You better not be about to piss on me.''

``What's wrong? I thought dogs liked getting wet! Besides, you just drank from the toilet.''

``The clean toilet.''

``Urine is sterile.''

``No it's not, that was debunked years ago!''

``Well, you've had my cum in your mouth all day. It's as sterile as that. Anyway, you don't have to drink it, just let me mark you.''

The lynx's brain short circuited. Mark her... she was his territory. His property. That's how a dog would think. He would mark her and claim her as his own. His mate. Yes... she sat at attention, tail wagging furiously. ``Arf arf!''

``Good girl.'' The wolf smiled seductively. Yellow liquid dripped from the end of his member, missing Ada's nose by inches, then a spurt hit her forehead. Fuck! This was disgusting, this was disgusting... SSSssss....

``God damn you,'' she mumbled as his hot stream rained down on her back. She knelt on all fours, letting her boyfriend shower her back, from her shoulders to her rump.

``Hey, I said sit,'' he commanded. She sat up, wincing as he hosed down her tits with a jet of musky wolf piss. God, his scent was intoxicating. She wanted to be his. She wanted it all over her. The lynx closed her eyes and bowed her head, flicking her ears in discomfort. It was going all over her forehead now. ``Good dog,'' he growled. ``Such a submissive slut puppy.''

``Ohhh...'' Ada moaned. He was going straight onto her muzzle now. The smell of wolf musk was so strong. She didn't think, she just obeyed her instincts. She tipped her head back and opened her mouth.

``Hey, looks like the puppy's thirsty after all!''

``WHRGLGLBLGL!'' was all poor Ada could reply. His urine flooded her eager maw, pooling in a bubbly lake and spilling out the sides down her soaking body. So salty. Sour. It tasted so bad. But she took a big gulp, shuddering as the acrid wolf liquid ran down her throat. Slutty puppy... yes... puppy needed more.

He showered her for another thirty seconds, and let her lick the last drops from the tip of his cock. The lynx was thoroughly soaked.

``Did you like that, doggy?''

``Ruff!'' Ada rolled over for a tummy rub, but nature soon called for her with great urgency. She started to squat over the soaked potty pad, but he yelled: ``Stop!''

``Arf?''

``Are you still thirsty, pup?'' he asked. She nodded. ``Then wait right here.'' He went to the kitchen, and brought out... the empty water bowl.

``Oh my god...''

``Ssh. Dogs still don't talk.''

Ada laughed. She knelt over the bowl and gratefully relieved herself. She was glad the sound of her pee spraying the metal and splashing into the bowl drowned out her breaking character as a dog by purring. The liquid rose quickly, and the bowl filled to the brim, then spilled over.

``Stop!'' Grayson tugged on her leash. ``You can pee more later. Get yourself a drink.''

Ada turned around and sniffed at the bowl. It had the acrid scent of feline piss, but she was so well hydrated that it wasn't that strong. Maybe it wouldn't taste that bad. She dipped her tongue into the pale yellow liquid. No, it still tasted awful, but for some reason she wanted to drink it all anyway. It must have been dog instincts. She lapped, and lapped, and lapped at the foul-tasting urine in the bowl. Her bladder twinged, so she shamelessly lifted her leg and peed on the floor, still happily drinking. That meant getting her nose rubbed in the puddle when she was done, but that was fine. The sopping ``dog'' tackled her ``owner,'' jumping on him and licking his face, and shook herself, spraying piss all over the room.

``Oh, fuck me, jesus. Maybe this was a bad idea. Come on pisspup, you smell horrible! I think you need a bath!''

Ada followed her boyfriend into the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet pawprints and drips in her wake. Bathtime for wet dogs, and sex with their fur sopping, ensued. It even smelled like wet dog. Or wet wolf, anyway, since Grayson was the source of the odor. After eating her dinner from a bowl on the floor, the lynx lay with her head in his naked lap while they watched TV on the couch, then crawled into bed with him. He'd forgotten to take her potty before bed, but Ada was already planning an ``accident,'' even if she didn't technically have to be a dog tomorrow morning.

Day 12: Medical Play

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Day 13: Size Difference

Today, a very ambitious corgi met up with three larger dogs in a back alley to settle a bet.

``I don't know about,'' said one, a Newfoundland. ``You sure she can take our entire knots? I didn't think she'd be this small. Not to brag or anything, but I think I'd probably break her in half.''

``She may be short, but look at that ass!'' said a St. Bernard. ``I'm sure she can stretch more than she looks.''

``Word around the dog park is she's a `size queen,' said the third male, a large akita. ``I heard she once got gangbanged by the entire police K9 department and still wanted more.''

``I don't want to hurt her,'' the Newfoundland said doubtfully.

``I can hear you boys, you know that right?'' the corgi yipped. ``And you heard wrong. It wasn't police K9s: it was five Cane Corso personal protection dogs.''

``Yeah, but you know, stereotypes aren't everything,'' said the Newfoundland. ``I'm not saying I stare at other dogs' dicks when they lift their legs, but some Cane Corsos aren't that impressive.''

``Dude, you stare at other dogs' dicks when they lift their legs all the time,'' said the akita.

``Okay, maybe, but that makes my opinion more qualified than yours!''

``Are you going to fuck me, or just stand around talking?'' yapped the corgi impatiently. ``I don't have all day: if I'm not back in my yard by 5:30 my owner will find out I can open the gate.''

``Fine, but I'm doubling the stakes,'' said the Newfoundland. ``If she takes all of us without bleeding, I'll give you four tennis balls each.''

``Holy shit,'' said the St. Bernard. ``I can't do double stakes... three pristine extra large rawhide chews, take it or leave it.''

``Deal,'' said the Newfoundland.

``I'm in,'' said the Akita. ``So, who's first?''

``I'm the best hung, so obviously I go last.''

``You are not!''

``All of you shut up.'' The corgi waddled confidently underneath the Newfoundland's belly and sniffed his sheath, then the St. Bernard, then the Akita. ``Nope, you're not the best hung, pal. I'll pick you for a warmup, then you -'' she pawed at the Newfoundland and Akita in turn. ``And you go last.''

The corgi faced away from the three males, spread her thicc hindquarters, and assumed a position of submission. The Newfoundland strode up to her, crouched down a little, and rubbed his sheath against her rump until he was hard and dripping.

``Come on big boy, give it to me - yeeeeeeeek!'' the corgi squealed. ``Oof - I guesss you're a grower not a shower, huh? Well, show me what you've got!''

``Told you guys.'' The smug Newfoundland mounted the much smaller bitch, forcing his tremendous girth into her cookie. The corgi grunted and gritted her teeth as her hole was stretched, but grinned and panted as the big male pounded her puppy pussy. Her paws slid on the dirty alley ground, until her nose bumped into a crate.

``Oh yeah - urgh! I told you I can take it! Harder! Harder!''

``Holy cow. I can't believe it even fits,'' the St Bernard commented.

``Yeah. I bet she'll be so stretched out when it gets to your turn you don't even feel it.''

After several minutes of brutal humping, the Newfoundland moaned in pleasure, and pumped an enormous amount of hot seed into the smaller dog. But it wasn't over yet. His massive knot began to inflate. The corgi winced and grimaced in discomfort. ``Oooof, that's a big one. Fuck yes. Oh my dog!''

His knot was so big that it put pressure on her bladder, causing a river of pee to suddenly burst from the corgi's cunt, soaking the dirt and discarded newspapers beneath.

``Eww,'' said the akita.

``Don't worry boys, this happens sometimes!'' the corgi said cheerfully. ``I'm not really satisfied if a stud's too small to fuck the piss out of me.'' Her back paws were standing in the growing puddle by now.

After a long time, the Newfoundland finally withdrew with a wet SCHLOPP! A creamy squirt of cum was queefed out of the corgi's cookie as he walked away. The akita quickly took his place.

``Ugh. You should be throwing in an extra tennis ball for making us deal with your sloppy seconds.''

``Hey, I wanted to go last!''

``Fair point.''

``Shut up and fuck me!'' barked the corgi.

The akita dig just that. His red rocket wasn't as girthy as the Newfoundland's, but it was longer, and the corgi was soon whining and shrieking in pain as his tip slammed her cervix.

``Are you sure you're okay?'' he asked. ``Should I stop!''

``No!'' yelped the corgi. Tears ran down her face, and snot from her nose. ``You could try being gentler, though. You're not trying to hammer in a nail.''

The akita spurted a torrent of spooge, overflowing white goo down the corgi's legs. He too knotted the smaller dog, dragging her around in a display of dominance, before leaving her ravaged and gasping for air, at the tender mercy of the final participant in the bet.

The corgi walked under him, snuffling and nuzzling his sheath until over eight inches of dog meat was draped over her eyes. ``Oh, yeah,'' she growled. ``Let's see how well you can use this thing.'' She lay down and rolled over, forcing him to squat low to reach her hole. He smashed that thing vigorously, pounding the corgi into the dirt like a piledriver. Her eyes rolled back in her head and drool ran down from her lolling tongue. "Fuck,'' she groaned. ``I think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, but it's worth it. Fill me up, big daddy!''

The St. Bernard howled in relief at his climax. He'd been pent up for weeks, and his enormous dong sealed her ravaged hole so tightly that halfway through his long orgasm the pressure forced her off like a water balloon slipping off a hose. With similarly messy results. Enormous spurts of cum splattered all over the corgi, gunging her fur with creamy St. Bernard semen from crotch to chin.

``Hey! Did I say you could pull out, dumbass?''

``Sorry. Oops, I made a mess of you didn't I?''

``Screw the mess, get back in there before your knot blows up.''

His knot was already half swollen, making the corgi wail as he breached her tender walls with it. ``Aah! Oh my God!'' she gasped. ``Wow... you're hung like a horse!''

After fifteen minutes, he finally withdrew from the quivering corgi. She staggered to her feet and presented her pussy for inspection. There were a lot of other bodily fluids, but they had to admit she hadn't bled at all. It was hard to believe after the violent rawdogging she'd just been on the receiving end of.

``Pay up, dude,'' said the akita.

``Oh. Okay, so, the thing is, I don't actually have eight tennis balls,'' the Newfoundland said nervously. ``I can do four, two for each of you. Can you take an IOU?''

The other males growled, but the corgi put her herding breed instincts to good use by nipping at their heels. ``Excuse me? What about my end of the bet?''

``What did you bet again? I guess it doesn't matter since you won.''

``Oh, I bet on his side,'' she pointed to the Newfoundland.

``Why did you bet against yourself?'' asked the Akita. ``You said you could take us.''

``Call it hedging my bets,'' the corgi said with an imperious grin. ``Looks like I lost, which means I have to let you have your way with me for the rest of the afternoon!''

``I'm kinda tired,'' said the St. Bernard.

``I said, I have to let you have your way with me for the rest of the afternoon. Did you think I'd come all the way out here with three big studs like you just to let you leave after one round?''

``I don't think this is how the whole gambling thing works,'' whined the Akita.

``Who cares!'' said the Newfoundland. ``Come on, guys, what are you, chicken?''

``Good boy.'' The corgi sidled up to him and licked his sheath. ``Which one of you wants to roll over for me first?''

``Seriously? This alley's filthy,'' said the St. Bernard.

``That didn't bother you when I was on my back. Sit. Play dead!''

``Fine...'' he whined, and went belly up.

``Good boy!'' the corgi climbed onto him, and carefully sat down on his red rocket. ``Hey! Let's make a new bet! If I can take all of your cocks to the hilt without barfing, I have to let you lift your legs over me.''

``You want us to mark you?'' asked the Akita. ``What the fuck?''

``You've never marked a bitch before?'' laughed the Newfoundland. ``It's totally hot! Imagine her covered in our scent so every dog in town knows we've claimed here!''

``Oh,'' said the St. Bernard. ``That makes sense.'' He straddled the corgi and slapped his still glistening and slimy meat missile in her face while she rode the Newfoundland.

``Ugh,'' said the bottom dog. ``Like I wanted to see your balls and ass.''

``You stare at other dogs' balls and asses all the time. Close your eyes if you don't like it.''

``Mffglk!'' gurgled the corgi, drooling profusely on the Newfoundland's chest. ``Fuck, yeah! Snap my collar!''

What had begun as taking turns had now become an orgy, with the slutty corgi spitroasted on two enormous dog dicks, deepthroating one while she rode the other. The St Bernard's balls were far from drained, and he erupted a fountain of cum. The corgi greedily gulped down the first few spurts, then had her face painted creamy white when he pulled out midway through. Meanwhile, the akita had decided to grind against her ass, and exploded sausage juice all over her thicc furry cheeks and striped her back with spooge up to her collar. But even this wasn't enough to satisfy the incorrigible corgi. She wanted more, and she was going to get it!

The akita was next, dipping his stick in her gullet while she lay on her back, and nearly drowning her in sticky white substances.

``UGgllrglk!'' the corgi gurgled, thick cum bubbling from her mouth. She licked her lips and sneezed. ``Two down, one to go, boys.'' She straddled the Newfoundland again in 69 position, sliding her jaws all the way over his thick sausage until she seemed impaled on it. In and out, in and out the little dog slid, gagging, choking, and drooling, but never puking.

``Jeez, do you even have a gag reflex?''

``Wow, look at her go!''

The Newfoundland came like a fire hydrant. His dong slipped out of her mouth, and a fountain of hot spunk rained down all over both him and the corgi, then she gulped several more generous spurts from the tap.

``Woops, looks like you got some on your own face!'' she said. ``Here, let me help you with that.''

The males were enjoying themselves so much that they gave her two more rounds of blowjobs each. Sometime they stood while the low-profile dog stood beneath them: other times she rode one of them or lay beneath them. After taking nine loads in the mouth in total, and many more in her pussy and all over her body and face, that cumdumpster of a corgi didn't have a clean spot left on her coat.

``Looks like I... lost the bet again,'' she panted. ``I guess I have to be marked now, don't I?''

``I guess so,'' said the St. Bernard.

``You boys are such big dogs, and you can cum like horses. Now show me if you can piss like them too.''

They'd been at it for hours, and all three studs' bladders were uncomfortably full.

``Not to brag or anything,'' said the Newfoundland, ``but I can take a five mile walk, lift my leg on every single tree and lamppost, and still have enough left over to flood the patio when I get home.''

``Oh yeah?'' boasted the St. Bernard. ``Well, whenever I lift my leg on a walk, the storm drains overflow!''

The akita grinned. ``When I go outside in the morning, my owners have time to go in, make their breakfast, and finish it before I'm done peeing!''

``If you're gonna have a pissing contest, then have a literal pissing contest,'' said the corgi. ``You decide who goes first.''

``I'll do it.'' The akita stepped up, straddling the smaller dog and lifting his leg. ``You sure about this? If those guys aren't lying, you might drown in it!''

``Make me yours, big boy, come on!''

``Suit yourself.'' The akita released his bladder. A strong stream of yellow liquid, reeking of masculine dog musk, cascaded down on the corgi's back. Sheets of urine poured off her flanks, soaking the dirty ground as well as her fur. He pushed out an extra strong spurt, pressure-washing her shoulders in a hissing flood, then walked away.

``What the hell? You said you could piss for so long -''

``Calm down bitch, I'm not done yet. I just thought I'd give the others a turn.''

The St Bernard took his turn lifting his leg over the short, squat dog. He deluged her buttocks with a firehose of steaming piss. She moaned, raising her rump into the powerful stream and wagging her stubby tail, getting off to the jet of liquid blasting her crotch. But the Newfoundland had even more perverse plans. He lifted his leg and released a gentle, steady stream right on her head. ``You like that, bitch?'' he asked.

``I've seen chihuahuas pee harder than that.''

``Oh, I'm just breaking the seal. Here, let's see a chihuahua do this!'' He turned around, lifting his leg with his dong pointing right at her face. The corgi valiantly stared down the barrel, only closing her eyes when his stream began again. A gushing torrent of dog urine drenched her face, washing over her snout and forehead and blasting the three dogs' cum away in the torrent.

``Fuck, dude, isn't that a little too far? Her face?'' the St Bernard asked. But the corgi opened her mouth into the stream, letting her mouth fill with the foaming yellow waterfall, then began to drink, taking big gulps of the warm, salty liquid, then lapping greedily at it and showering her muzzle as his stream waned.

``What the fuck? What a slut!'' the akita nearly gagged just watching.

``I can't believe she's actually drinking it,'' said the St Bernard.

The Corgi gasped and panted, spitting out urine. ``What can I say? I'm a thirsty pup!''

By now the puddle of urine surrounding the small dog was so large that the akita had to wade into it to take his next turn, drenching the corgi down with a still impressive stream. She rolled on her back in submission and happily allowed the male to flood her belly, which was bulging and bloated from the amount of fluids she'd consumed. She got up and wrapped her mouth around his still pissing cock, whimpering in delight as she gulped down as much of the salty liquid as she could. The thirsty little puddepup seemed intent on draining his entire bladder, but he pulled out and splashed away.

``By the way, no need to take turns!'' she said. ``If your aim's good enough, I don't mind being a target for two at once.''

The Newfoundland and St Bernard looked at each other. ``Dude, you're right, this is hot,'' said the previously uncertain dog. They splashed up to her and lifted their legs in mirror images of each other, their heels crossing above her head. They looked at each other. ``Don't cross the streams,'' joked the St Bernard. Then they began to relieve themselves, shooting twin torrents of pungent yellow pee right into the little corgi's face.

``WHARBLRGGBLBGLRGLBLGBL!'' in typical canine fashion, she gleefully treated the streams of liquid like she was being sprayed in the face with a garden hose, shaking her head from side to side and snapping at the streams. Their streams faded to dribbles after a while, but she gave them each personalized attention, slurping at their dripping cocks until she stimulated them to releasing more hissing, salty floods in her face. Not to be outdone, the akita slipped the tip of his cock into her cookie and flooded her, leaving her gasping in pleasure and queefing spurts of cum mixed with urine, which she greedily lapped up from the filthy ground.

``Hahhh... wow!'' the drenched dog panted. Every inch of her fur was completely saturated with their musk now. ``You really soaked me! I guess that's what I get for playing with big dogs, right? That was almost too much even for me! You must've really drunk a lot, huh? I'm almost glad it's over!''

``Over?'' the Newfoundland said with a grin. ``Who said anything about it being over? C'mere and I'll drown you for real.''

You could practically see the hearts light up in the corgi's eyes. She rolled belly up in the puddle, a little fountain burbling from her ruined cookie as she peed herself in submission. The newfoundland let his two companions finish soaking her first, then stepped up and relieved himself with a grateful sigh, no longer lifting his leg to mark his conquest but simply draining his bladder, first soaking her body for a good thirty seconds, then doing his best to drown her, flooding her mouth with a foaming yellow waterfall that cascaded all over her face.

Laughing among themselves, the three males left the alley, leaving the sopping, dirty corgi to shake herself off, spraying the walls and dumpster with piss. She staggered after them, her belly nearly dragging on the ground and her hind legs spread wide in a painful waddle due to how badly her rear had been wrecked. She returned to her yard, pulled the gate shut behind her, and collapsed onto the ground, blissfully releasing a flood of piss right where she lay. She'd drank so much of the big dogs' musk that wherever she peed would smell like them for days. Inside her doghouse, in her water dish, all over the fence... the liquid was still running through her system, straight to her bladder. She squatted and drenched the ground, making a huge, muddy puddle, and rolled in it, even digging her muzzle into the musky ooze. Her owner would be home soon, but luckily there was a wading pool in her yard. She rinsed herself off and settled down on the back porch to drip dry, daydreaming of the railing she'd received that afternoon.

Day 14: Orgasm Denial

(THIS DAY IS NOT AVAILABLE ON INKBUNNY DUE TO CONTAINING HUMAN CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS)

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