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Luckily the skunk ahead of her takes pity on her and lets her borrow her SheWee funnel. Unfortunately nobody has a container, or a private place to use it, but the skunk is VERY helpful.\nDay 17: Threesome or Moresome. M Anthro Rabbit x F Anthro Red Panda x M Anthro Cross Fox x F Anthro Cougar. A couple finally agree to have the threesome the husband wanted, on the condition that it's actually a foursome and the wife gets to enjoy one of her secret kinks too.\nDay 18: Spanking. F Feral Doe x M Human. Anon finally catches one of the does that's been ruining his garden all year in the act, and decides to take matters into his own hands... and his own ping pong paddle... and other spanking implements. The poor deer's bladder can't take it. (Not available on InkBunny)\nDay 19: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism. M Anthro Ground Squirrel x F Anthro Cheetah. Kevin the ground squirrel tries to sneak a peek at a lady sneaking a leak in the bushes at a music festival, but he gets caught in the act and the angry cheetah gives him a closer look than he bargained for. But she has an embarrassing secret of her own.\nDay 20: Watersports. F Feral Otter x M Humans. Anon goes to a boat party, only to find that the planned day of debauchery is derailed by the fact that only dudes showed up. There's also no bathroom on the boat and way too much beer. Luckily a perverted otter is happy to help, and she's not afraid of getting wet! (Not available on InkBunny)\nDay 21: Panties & Lingerie. F Anthro Fennec x M Human. Laila the fennec vixen surprises her boyfriend Eric at home before a date and wets her lingerie for him. (Not available on InkBunny)\n\nThank you for reading, and as always lewd comments are welcome and appreciated. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here's Week 3 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 15: Temperature Play. F Espeon x F Flareon x F Glaceon. An espeon is curious whether fire type Pokemon's pee is really hot and Ice types' pee is really cold. Her flareon and glaceon sisters agree to help her find out, and get into it themselves.
Day 16: Public. F Anthro Doe x F Anthro Skunk. A doe stuck in a long bathroom line at a concern experiences a desperate emergency. Luckily the skunk ahead of her takes pity on her and lets her borrow her SheWee funnel. Unfortunately nobody has a container, or a private place to use it, but the skunk is VERY helpful.
Day 17: Threesome or Moresome. M Anthro Rabbit x F Anthro Red Panda x M Anthro Cross Fox x F Anthro Cougar. A couple finally agree to have the threesome the husband wanted, on the condition that it's actually a foursome and the wife gets to enjoy one of her secret kinks too.
Day 18: Spanking. F Feral Doe x M Human. Anon finally catches one of the does that's been ruining his garden all year in the act, and decides to take matters into his own hands... and his own ping pong paddle... and other spanking implements. The poor deer's bladder can't take it. (Not available on InkBunny)
Day 19: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism. M Anthro Ground Squirrel x F Anthro Cheetah. Kevin the ground squirrel tries to sneak a peek at a lady sneaking a leak in the bushes at a music festival, but he gets caught in the act and the angry cheetah gives him a closer look than he bargained for. But she has an embarrassing secret of her own.
Day 20: Watersports. F Feral Otter x M Humans. Anon goes to a boat party, only to find that the planned day of debauchery is derailed by the fact that only dudes showed up. There's also no bathroom on the boat and way too much beer. Luckily a perverted otter is happy to help, and she's not afraid of getting wet! (Not available on InkBunny)
Day 21: Panties & Lingerie. F Anthro Fennec x M Human. Laila the fennec vixen surprises her boyfriend Eric at home before a date and wets her lingerie for him. (Not available on InkBunny)

Thank you for reading, and as always lewd comments are welcome and appreciated. ", "writing": "[b]Day 15: Temperature Play[/b]\n\nToday, an Espeon got a very naughty idea after watching her Flareon and Glaceon sisters relieve themselves in the morning. It wasn't that cold or hot out, and the psychic type couldn't help but noticing as Flareon's pee spread out in a steaming puddle all over the patio. At the same time, Glaceon was peeing on the edge of the patio, and her strong stream splashed pale yellow droplets all over the grass, leaving spots of crystalline frost, and even drips that froze in place and bowed the grass blades down. Flareon's must have been so hot, and Glaceon's so cold... Espeon's face heated up as she finished emptying her own bladder, and her heart pounded heavily. What would it... feel like? She wondered.\n\nShe didn't raise the question until after their trainer left for work. The three eeveelutions were relaxing in the living room. Flareon lay stretched out in a patch of sun by the window, Glaceon was curled up on the sofa, and Espeon lay in a soft bed, unable to make the thought go away.\n\n``Umm, guys?'' she asked timidly.\n\n``Yeah?'' Glaceon raised her head sleepily.\n\n``You know how the couch or bed's always really nice and cool after you've been lying there?'' she said to the ice-type, then looked at the Flareon. ``Or how it's really warm when you've been lying there?''\n\n``Uh-huh.'' Flareon didn't look up.\n\n``Or... when we lick each other, your tongue always feels so warm and yours is always so cold. Especially in... special places, and it feels so good...''\n\n``I guess so...'' Glaceon yawned and stretched. ``Do you want to do that now? Or we could get that one toy that was supposed to be for playing fetch but we never use it for that. Just let me nap a little more first.''\n\n``Actually, I was thinking...'' Espeon fidgeted, feeling terribly embarrassed to mention this out loud. She pressed the twin tips of her forked tail together. ``Your body temperature's a lot colder than most Pokemon because you're an ice type, right? And yours is a lot hotter?''\n\n``Yeah. What's your point?'' Flareon grumbled. ``I was trying to sleep.''\n\nEspeon blushed even harder. ``Well, remember last halloween when our trainer showed a movie about ghosts getting Pokemon when they were outside going potty, and I got so scared I tried to hold it in all night and wet the bed?''\n\n``How could I forget? You got us wet too!'' complained Flareon.\n\n``Sorry. But, when that happened, I remember it felt really warm. But your pee would be really hot or cold, right? Like if you had an accident in bed it would feel like ice water, or if you did it'd be really hot?''\n\n``Are you trying to find out?'' Flareon asked combatively. ``I'm not wetting the bed just to satisfy your curiosity!''\n\nEspeon blushed even harder, and blurted it all out. ``No! I was just thinking, if it feels extra good when we lick each other's privates because of the different temperatures, would it feel even better with... more liquid? Like sitting on a cold sprinkler, or a really hot one?''\n\nGlaceon was fully awake now. She looked at her sister with confusion, surprise, and more than a little disgust. ``Wait, are you asking us to... to pee on you?''\n\n``Umm...'' Espeon felt like her head was going to explode from shame. ``Maybe a tiny bit?''\n\n``Does this have anything to do with why you were staring at my butt this morning?''\n\nFlareon stomped over to her bed. ``What the hell?'' she barked. ``You know that's worse, right?''\n\n``I - I only meant hypothetically!'' stammered Espeon.\n\n``Hypothetically, that would be completely disgusting!'' the fire-type?s hot breath pushed her whiskers back. ``You want to get your fur soaked in piss?''\n\n``It'd only be, you know, down between my legs!'' Espeon argued. ``That's where it comes out anyway, right? So it wouldn't make it any grosser.''\n\n``That's not how it works, you idiot! It'd still splash everywhere, and make a puddle under you!''\n\n``Maybe she could put her paw in the puddle to get it hot or cold and then touch herself with it,'' suggested Glaceon. ``Then there wouldn't be as much of a mess. Or use a bowl. Then it'd really get your whole paw.''\n\n``Whose side are you on?'' snapped Flareon. ``Don't tell me you're considering this!''\n\n``I don't know...'' the ice-type hopped down from the sofa. ``It sounds gross, but it also sounds kind of fun.'' She padded up to the Espeon and licked her nose. ``If you want to try it I'd be happy to help. Just let me drink lots of water, and in a few hours. On one condition.''\n\n``What?''\n\n``You have to drink too. If you enjoy it... I'm curious how it feels too. And since Flareon's gonna be a spoilsport...''\n\n``Hey! I'm not a spoilsport!'' she batted Glaceon's head with a paw. ``You two are just perverts!''\n\n``You don't have to be such a hothead about it.'' Glaceon paced around the room, walking behind Flareon and nuzzling between her legs. The fire-type let out a small gasp.\n\n``Ah! Your nose is so cold! Ick! Quit licking!''\n\n``It feels good, doesn't it? And you're all wet back here! Are you suuuure this isn't turning you on a tiny bit?''\n\n``Shut up!'' Flareon jumped onto the couch and sat down, wrapping her tail protectively around herself. ``I don't even like baths, why would you think I'd want to get soaked in your cold piss! And I'd need to take a bath afterward, too! Aaah, that's cool...''\n\n``You don't have to try it if you don't want to.'' Espeon tried to be the voice of reason. ``I didn't even think either of you would want to. I was just... curious how it would feel.''\n\nFlareon avoided meeting either of their eyes. ``Fine,'' she muttered. ``I'll try it. But only so I can see the looks on you idiots' faces when you admit it was a bad idea. Besides, I'll probably scald you and you pervs'll deserve it if I do.'' She headed for the water dish and started to lap.\n\nAll three pokemon drank as greedily and frequently as they could. Espeon's bladder soon began to feel uncomfortably full. By early afternoon, that slight nagging discomfort had turned to desperation. She knew there was no way she could make it until their trainer came home.\n\n``Hnnngghh...'' Flareon groaned. ``Ready to get this over with? This better not be a prank to make me have an accident in the house: I can't hold it much longer!''\n\n``Are you sure you don't want to wait as long as we can?'' asked Espeon. She was enjoying the patch of sunshine now. ``The sooner we do it, the longer we'll have to wait around with wet fur.''\n\n``You'll be the ones with wet fur. It's not my problem.''\n\n``I thought you said you wanted to try it,'' Glaceon said. ``Unless you're chickening out at the last minute?''\n\n``Yeah, but I'm a fire type. I can dry myself off!''\n\n``Last time you tried that you melted the carpet,'' said Espeon. ``Anyway, if you're totally dry when our trainer comes home you won't get a bath. Even if you evaporate the water there'll be... other stuff in our fur.''\n\n``Okay, fine... I guess I'll wait a little longer.''\n\n``Want to help me ``warm up'' first?'' Glaceon rubbed up against Flareon, then rolled over and spread her legs. The three pokemon had been licking their own crotches periodically to stay in the mood, but by now they were so full that it was uncomfortable to curl up.\n\nFlareon reluctantly got up and started licking between the ice-type?s legs. Espeon felt a thrill of pleasure just watching. She needed to join in. She padded over and muzzled Flareon's warm, fluffy rump. The fire-type?s hind legs were pressed together and shaking. She must have really had to go. Despite this, Espeon pulled her sister's tail aside with her psychic abilities. Ignoring her annoyed grunt, she shoved her nose right into the flareon's crotch and sniffed. She smelled so good... and tasted so good. She dragged her tongue across her fuzzy slit.\n\nThey took turns pleasuring each other until the urge to urinate was too much to bear. After one more generous drink, the desperate eeveelutions staggered toward the bathroom. Luckily, opening the bathroom door was easy for a psychic type, even though the doorknob was round. She opened the large, glass-walled shower in their trainer's bathroom and stepped inside. The floor was nice and dry. She rolled on her back, her bladder throbbing. Glaceon nuzzled her groin and gave her an extra slobbery lick, making her gasp and clench her muscles.\n\n``Hrrgh! That's cold!''\n\n``It's about to get colder,'' the ice type said. She turned around and squatted over Espeon's belly, then got up, turned to the side, and squatted again. She looked back, but still wasn't satisfied with the position, and stood up to try and adjust her aim.\n\n``Just go! I'm going to explode!'' Flareon was doing a potty dance, her claws clicking on the floor of the shower stall.\n\n``I'm trying to make sure I get the right spot!'' Glaceon squatted again, this time sitting down on Espeon and making her writhe in discomfort as her sister's weight pressed down on her bladder. She rubbed back and forth until their pussies touched, then lifted her rump up a couple inches. Espeon could hardly breathe she was so excited. They were really doing this. They were really actually doing this!\n\nA spurt of liquid from Glaceon's folds sprayed against Espeon's. The psychic-type tensed, putting her claws out. ``AAiiieep!'' she yelped. ``Oh wow, It's like ice water!''\n\nHer yelp startled the Glaceon. She stood up, and spurted another jet of ice-cold, yellow liquid that sprayed all over Espeon's belly. ``Oh, fuck! Sorry!'' She squatted down and released her bladder a little more, drenching Espeon's pussy with a loud hiss.\n\n``Too cold! Too cold!'' she yelped. It felt like having a popsicle straight out of the freezer rubbed against her privates. Her crotch fur was drenched. Fuck, that felt good.\n\n``Ha ha ha! I told you so!'' Flareon laughed.\n\n``I need hot water now.'' Espeon lay back and braced herself.\n\n``Seriously? You actually liked that? Okay, fine, here comes a warm shower... ack! Damnit, I stepped in yours! It's gross and it's freezing!''\n\nGlaceon burst out laughing, and involuntarily sprayed the shower wall with another spurt of pee. ``Whoops. Ugh, I can't hold it at all!''\n\nEspeon was about to commiserate when Flareon squatted over her and gave a sigh of relief. A dribble of steaming hot liquid washed over her genitals. She gritted her teeth in pain. After being soaked in ice water it felt like lava!\n\n``Fuck! Too hot!'' she growled. Flareon stood up hurriedly, her rear dripping. Her private parts were still burning from the heat of her sister's pee. The whole shower seemed hot and steamy just from that small release, and it was much more pungent too. ``More cold!'' She waited, panting, as Glaceon hurriedly took her place over her. ``Yeep! Oh my god!'' The contrast of the frosty flood hitting her now sore vulva again was unbearable. She lost control of her own bladder. A pleasantly warm fountain bubbled from between her legs and splashed down on her tail for three seconds before she regained control.\n\n``Had enough yet?'' Flareon teased.\n\n``No. Oh my god that felt incredible!'' Espeon panted. She could feel the mixture of her sisters' pee, pleasantly lukewarm, soaking into her back fur, but she didn't care. She paddled and kneaded the air with her paws. To her surprise Flareon licked her toe beans, and did her best to stuff her whole footpaw in her mouth, nibbling, chewing, and bathing her paw in hot saliva. She pulled back, a ribbon of spit hanging from her lips. Then the fire-type pushed her over onto her side. ``We've had to get our feet wet,'' she said. ``It's only fair that you do too.''\n\nGlaceon laughed, nodded, and squatted, releasing more frigid fluids and dousing espeon's paws. It felt like stepping in a slush puddle in the middle of winter. Uncomfortable, but oddly invigorating. ``How does it feel?'' she asked.\n\n``It's amazing.'' Espeon got up. She was standing in the puddle. It started running down the drain, making her realize she'd plugged it with her body. She splashed her forepaws in it a bit, getting them all wet too. ``Do you want to try?''\n\nGlaceon sniffed at the puddle. ``I guess so.'' She lay down on her back. Espeon squatted, pressing their pussies together, and released her aching bladder. Ffwssssss... It gushed out, flooding over her sister's crotch. ``Mmmm...'' she said. ``That's nice and warm!''\n\n``How about this?'' Flareon took her place next, but just the smallest spurt made the ice-type whine in pain as her genitals were scalded with a super effective critical hit of Water Gun. The fire-type ignored her protests and drenched her belly in urine as well, then sprayed the shower wall.\n\n``Oww! I told you that was too hot!'' Glaceon got up, shaking and dripping. ``Now it's your turn.''\n\nFlareon gulped. ``Do I have to? It really stinks in here. And you know us fire-types hate getting wet - aargh! Hey! Cut that out!'' Espeon telekinetically yanked her off her feet and splashed her down in the puddle. ``Yuck! Oh god it's soaking into my fur! Okay, I'm wet now, are you happy?''\n\n``No!'' Glaceon growled. ``I think you cooked me! The least you can do is put up with a little frostbite.''\n\nEspeon held Flareon in place while Glaceon squatted over her. ``Ahh...'' the ice-type blasted her sister's genitals with a jet of icy piss, then lowered her crotch down onto her fluffy belly, soaking her fur and squishing her slightly steamed rump into it. The cold must have soothed her a little, but it left Flareon shivering and apologizing.\n\n``Do you think you can warm me up?'' she asked pleadingly. Espeon gladly obliged.\n\nBut even after several rounds of hot and cold, the trio's bladders seemed just as full as they'd ever been. They'd grown more adventurous. Espeon had let her sisters blast her nipples with alternating jets of freezing and burning liquid, and they'd soaked her flanks and shoulders too. The freezing cold and boiling hot liquid felt so good against her skin. She wondered if... if...\n\n``Guys?'' she asked. ``I know this sounds gross, but... do you think it would feel good on my... my head?''\n\nFlareon grinned. ``There's only one way to find out, isn't there?''\n\n``I guess so.''\n\n``Are you suuuure you wanna try that?'' Glaceon asked.\n\n``Not really,'' Espeon admitted. ``But I'm curious.''\n\n``Don't say we didn't warn you if you hate it.'' Flareon pinned her down on her side and straddled her head. Espeon closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable. She rubbed her sex with her tail, whimpering in anticipation.\n\n``Well, either piss or get off me! I thought you said you weren't done yet - ack!'' FSSSSSSS... A hot, steaming stream gushed over her. The espeon winced and held her breath as nearly scalding liquid soaked her fur on her cheek and ran down over her muzzle. Flareon was going like a faucet. Her head felt like a boiled lobster. So hot... so, so hot! She finally climbed off. Espeon rolled onto her stomach, gasping for air. She crawled blindly through the puddle of urine, and shook herself until she was sure none would get in her eyes, despite the complaints of her fire-type sister as she was sprayed.\n\n``How was it?'' Glaceon asked.\n\n``Good. But I feel overheated now.''\n\n``I think I can help with that.'' Glaceon stood up and planted her front paws against the small soap shelf at the end of the shower. She spread her hind legs wide and curled her tail up. Espeon crawled under her, staring in an almost awestruck feeling at her drenched fur. She brushed her ear against the ice-type?s vulva. Almost immediately she began to pee. The frigid urine hit her already wet fur and immediately soaked through. It was uncomfortable at first, then refreshing. Then the stream hit the gem on her forehead.\n\n``Aaahhh! Fuck! Brain freeze!'' Espeon wriggled back, shuddering and pressing her muzzle down into the cold puddle. She took big, panting breaths through her mouth.\n\n``Sorry,'' said Glaceon. Espeon couldn't reply. She just crawled back under Glaceon's dripping pussy. Her hips bucked as she rubbed her sex with her tail. Something dripped into her mouth. Something salty, and slightly bitter. But the part of her brain responsible for self preservation and hygiene seemed to have been short-circuited by the blast of icy liquid. She licked her lips, and nuzzled Glaceon's soggy, dripping crotch.\n\n``Ew... are you licking? That's all wet. Stop... I still have to pee.''\n\n``Yuck, what a perv!'' Flareon commented. ``She's not stopping. Just go in her mouth, maybe that'll teach her a lesson.''\n\nGlaceon whimpered. A bubbling stream of cold saline filled Espeon's mouth. Ice water... so cold... she let it fill her maw and spill out over her molars, then lowered her head and let Glaceon's stream wash over her face again. She'd just had so much water. Why was she thirsty? She put her mouth to the source again. Cold and refreshing. She swallowed.\n\n``Ugh, what the fuck? Are you seriously drinking it?'' Flareon asked.\n\n``It's... not that bad actually,'' Espeon gasped. Then a second, even more intense brain freeze hit her. ``Aaah! So cooooold...'' She crumpled and rolled on her back. Her head throbbed with the icy pain.\n\n``Want me to warm you up?''\n\n``Please...''\n\nFlareon obligingly straddled her and sat down on her face. Her thighs were so warm and damp... this was blissful.\n\n``Mmmff... your nose is so cold.'' Flareon grunted. ``Eep, and your tongue's worse!''\n\nA spurt of hot, salty pee splashed her in the face. Acckhghk! You scalded my tongue!'' It felt numb from the heat, but the taste was even stronger than Glaceon's. ``Now I know how our trainer feels when he doesn't wait for his coffee to cool down!''\n\n``Hey, if you can't take the heat, get out of the shower!'' Flareon marked her with a few more spurts. The last one hit her pussy again, making Espeon shriek and writhe in pleasure.\n\n``You okay?''\n\n``Yes! I'm so close! Oww! It hurts, but...''\n\n``You seriously like the taste?'' Glaceon asked.\n\n``Yeah...''\n\n``Okay. You've got me curious about it too.'' Espeon suddenly felt a cold nose snuffling at her genitals, then a wet tongue. She gasped, and involuntarily let out another spurt. Glaceon helped and pulled back, coughing.\n\n``Wow,'' she said. Her face was dripping. She grimaced, then spat out now-cold liquid onto Espeon's belly. ``I guess you're right. It tastes kinda... fun.''\n\n``You two are disgusting,'' said Flareon.\n\n``Don't judge it `til you've tried it.'' Glaceon tackled her.\n\n``Ugh, you're dripping on me!'' Flareon pawed at her, and weakly tried to push her off, but her heart clearly wasn't in it. Glaceon leaned down and licked her sister's nose. ``Fuck! You are so gross!'' she said, and bit her cheek... which wrung quite a bit of pee out of her fur.\n\n``...Huh. You're right, I guess it does taste okay.''\n\n``Good, `cuz here's some more'' She turned around and sat on her sister's face. Espeon watched with some amusement as Flareon struggled, then let out a choking gurgle. A puddle spread around her head.\n\n``Fuckglgclk!'' Flareon gurgled. ``Stop quenching me...''\n\nEspeon decided to rescue her sister. It was clear from the relieved look on Glaceon's face that her bladder was still very full. ``Come on, guys, I said I was close! Can't you finish me off?''\n\nThe fire-type and ice-type lapped at Espeon's privates until she soaked their faces, then marked her with their own streams. Espeon was desperate now. Starting and stopping her relief over and over was making her bladder ache even though it wasn't quite as full, and everything was so hot, and cold, and wet! She writhed in the puddle, furiously rubbing herself with her tailtips. The other two eeveelutions climbed on top of her and took turns sitting on her head and her crotch. Spurt after spurt of freezing and burning urine soaked her. Poor Espeon was shivering from cold and panting from heat at the same time. Even after the streams stopped her wet fur held the intoxicating discomfort against her skin. The pair mounted her one more time, this time face to face. Espeon whimpered at the icy touch of Glaceon's folds, and panted in the sweltering sauna between Flareon's sopping thighs. So close, so close! The two of them were licking each other's faces while they rode her.\n\n``Ugh, your breath smells like piss!'' Flareon complained, and released a scalding flood that made the previous streams look like a trickle. Glaceon followed suit with an icy torrent, drenching Espeon's crotch and tail. So hot! So cold! Her head spun. She nuzzled her face deep into Flareon's crotch and opened her mouth. That burned so good... The flow stopped and started, but she kept licking, savoring every drop of the burning hot liquid that went down her throat. Her hips bucked and shuddered. Freezing... burning...\n\n``Mmmmgglblgggllggligglg!'' Espeon gurgled. Her climax melted all the tension in her body, and soothed the heat drenching her face. Somehow being numbed by the cold made the pleasure feel even more intense, but she sobbed from the flood of emotional release. Flareon's piping hot pee filled her mouth, burned her tongue and nose, and warmed her from the inside. She released her own bladder for real, but her powers sent the torrent of liquid swirling around, pouring down on all three of their bodies like warm golden rain. Too hot down her throat, too cold flooding her crotch, just right raining down on her and running down her sisters' bodies. ``Ahhglgllggglb!''\n\nFlareon and Glaceon finally climbed off. Espeon blinked urine out of her eyes and saw her two companions standing there, dripping. All three pokemon were soaked. Flareon glared and whapped her on the cheek with a wet paw. ``I thought being on top would make me safe from you pervs!'' she grumbled, but then lay down in the puddle. ``Do you think there's time for me to try being on the bottom before our trainer gets home? You sounded like you enjoyed being drowned.''\n\n``Sure,'' Espeon said, and licked her face. ``As long as we drink enough.''\n\n\n[b]Day 16: Public[/b]\n\nToday, a doe went to a concert. She drank several pints of overpriced beer without a care for how soon all that liquid would have to come back out, only to find to her doeish dismay that the line for the ladies' room was, as useful for concerts, a mile long. She stood there for song after song, until her hooves ached and her bladder ached worse, but she was still far from the bathroom door. She started to dance, out of sync with the music, pressing her thighs close together. This was an emergency now. Any minute she was going to wet her panties and skinny jeans!\n\nWhen she started to whimper in pain, the woman ahead of her turned around in concern. She was a punk skunk, wearing a studded collar and several piercings, as well as fraying jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. She had a fetching bright purple streak dyed in her hair and her fluffy tail.\n\n``You okay?'' asked the skunk.\n\n``Not really!'' the doe confessed. ``Umm... do you think I could go ahead of you? It's an emergency. If you really have to go too I understand, but -''\n\n``Yeah, I can see that. Ahh, man... you can, I guess, but I don't think it'll make a difference. Look at how long the line is!''\n\nThe doe looked, and whimpered despairingly. Maybe a few others would take pity on her, but there was no way it would get her to the bathroom in time. ``You're right. Thank you anyway. I guess I'll... what do I do?''\n\nThe skunk stepped closer. ``I can't make the line go any faster, but here's something that might help.'' From her large purse she produced a pink plastic funnel with a flexible tube at the end. ``You can borrow my SheWee. It lets you pee standing up without getting it all over your legs. You could use a urinal...'' The skunk looked over at the line for the men's room, where a bull and a boar where arguing, shoving each other, and pawing at the ground. It was a mile long too. ``Never mind. I think we'll have to find someplace else to go.''\n\nThe two of them looked around for a potted plant, a trash can, or any other suitable receptacle, but there were none in sight. Well, there were a few, but all of them already had at least one and possibly several desperate furs shamelessly pissing or vomiting in them, and a long line waiting to do the same. The doe felt a little bit leak out into her panties. She bleated in distress, and pressed her hand between her legs. The skunkette's eyes widened, sparkling in the reflected light of hundreds of strobes, floodlights, and raised cell phones. ``Jeez, you're really about to explode, aren't you?''\n\n``Yes!''\n\nTo the doe's surprise and shock, the skunk crouched down in front of her. At first she thought she was going to pee on the floor, but then she sat down on it and leaned back. The venue carpet was damp with spilled booze and stains she hoped were spilled booze. The skunk handed the doe the funnel and held the other end of the SheWee to her mouth. ``Here. Desperate times call for desperate measures.''\n\n``I - what?'' the doe gasped.\n\n``Don't worry, I know public urination's illegal but nobody here's gonna narc ya out! Girl code, ya know? When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!''\n\nThe doe fidgeted with her pants button. ``But... in your mouth?''\n\n``Pee's sterile, isn't it? Besides, it'll probably taste better than the beer they serve here. It's me or the floor. Just try to not to be a total fire hose, I can only chug so fast!''\n\nThe doe was too desperate to argue, but she wept at the sheer generosity this total stranger was showing her. Right there in the middle of a bathroom line in a crowded concert hall, she dropped her pants and panties to her knees, held the funnel to her groin, and opened the floodgates. Several pints of overpriced beer, quite possibly improved by being filtered through her kidneys, blasted against the funnel. There was no hope of being discrete: the noise of her stream spraying against the plastic echoed throughout the venue, and she had the bad fortune to let loose during a lull in the music and applause. Dozens of heads turned. Dozens of people were watching her publicly urinating in a stranger's mouth. The skunk gagged and gurgled. Her eyes rolled back in her head, but her throat began to pulse. The level of liquid in the funnel rose and fell, but it never quite overflowed. The doe couldn't believe it. She was actually drinking her piss. She was drinking all of it. Despite her best efforts liquid was flooding out of her at a prodigious rate, but somehow the skunk was keeping up.\n\n``Yikes. What a couple of sluts,'' a cat said cattily. ``Look at them. I'm totally posting this on TikTok.''\n\n``Shut up, you're just jealous your friends wouldn't do that for you,'' said one of her friends.\n\n``When you gotta go you gotta go,'' somebody said. ``Girl code, form a circle round them.''\n\nSafely surrounded by a dozen other women who understood the position she was in, the doe blissfully emptied her bladder even further, but forgot to aim, and peed all over her hand, as well as the skunk's shirt. ``Oops! Sorry!'' she said. The skunk was too busy gargling her inexorable flow of piss to speak, but gave her a thumbs up.\n\nAt last, her bladder emptied, and she helped her new friend to her feet. Not only had she been saved from peeing her pants, but she'd experienced the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her at a concert.\n\n``Thank you so much!'' she hugged the skunkette, heedless of the wetness of her shirt.\n\n``Don't mention it. You really did taste better than the beer. And that's quite a view too.'' She giggled. ``Man, you really held in a lot!''\n\n``You really drank a lot!'' giggled the doe. Then a horrible thought occurred to her. ``Umm... I hope you don't want me to reciprocate. I'd do it for you if I could, but I don't think it's been long enough since my last beer. I don't think I could keep it all down.''\n\n``That's okay.'' The skunk tucked the funnel back into her purse. ``Just hold this for a second.'' And to the doe's astonishment, she started pissing her pants right there in front of everyone. Her jeans were soaked, completely flooded with an endless river of liquid. ``I guess I couldn't make it to the bathroom.''\n\nWithout even washing their hands, the doe and the skunk abandoned the bathroom line and went back to the doe?s seat, where the soggy skunk sat on the doe's lap. The doe didn't mind getting wet, because she wouldn't even have to leave her seat when she had to pee again. And they only had to buy one more beer for the rest of the show: after draining the cup, they just took turns giving each other free refills.\n\n\n[b]Day 17: Threesome or Moresome[/b]\n\nToday, Tanner's wife finally agreed to a threesome. Well, a foursome. The rabbit had been bringing up the subject for months, but Angela's response was always vague and noncommital. ``I'll think about it,'' or ``maybe someday'' was as far as it went. A month ago it became an argument, with the red panda accusing him of having a double standard where he expected her to be okay with him inviting another woman into her bedroom when he'd never let another man into his. This, Tanner vehemently denied, and insisted he was secure enough in his masculinity and in their relationship to be fine with that. She challenged him to put his money where his mouth was and compromise: they could have a threesome like he wanted, but it had to be with a guy. Tanner protested that this wasn't a fair compromise to have a threesome with someone he wasn't attracted to, and she pointed out that he was asking the same of her. She had him there. Pointing out that she'd dated a woman in college ended poorly, and Tanner found out something he'd never known about the downstairs anatomy of hyena ladies.\n\nAfter a night in the guest room for her and a night on the couch for him (leaving the bedroom empty), they finally reached a compromise: they could have a foursome, but she got to pick the other participants, and he had to fulfill a fantasy of hers to be disclosed at the time of the rendezvous. After weeks of searching a swinger forum, she announced that she'd found a match, and that night, after Tanner came home from work, Angela was waiting for him in the nude. Tanner joined her in disrobing, but before anything else could happen, there was a knock at the door, and she told him to wait on the bed. She returned to the bedroom with a triumphant grin, followed by a handsome male cross-fox and a tall, curvy mountain lion who looked down at Tanner, and in particular at his crotch, with an unnervingly predatory smirk before introducing herself as Ramira Maxwell and her husband as Lucas.\n\nIt started off as everything he'd ever dreamed it would be, and more. Sure, at first it was awkward sitting there on the bed trying to make small talk while they were all completely naked, but they were hot. Tanner thought Lucas was better looking than him, and better endowed too, but far from being threatened by the fox he found himself making an exception to his heterosexuality. It helped that Ramira clearly had her husband wrapped around her little claw. He watched whimpering from the corner while Ramira pinned Tanner down and rode him, then practically held the fox down on top of Angela. And he had to admit, jacking off another male onto his wife's face, or having the reverse done to him, was a lot hotter than it sounded.\n\nBut that all changed when Tanner learned just what the fantasy Angela wanted fulfilled was.\n\n``A marking fetish?'' he repeated, astounded. ``You mean, like... territory marking? With pee?''\n\n``Yeah.'' Ramira looked at him like he was an idiot.\n\n``Okay, no offense, this has been fun, but ruining the furniture's or the floor's a bit too far. If we were doing this at your place, whatever, it's your stuff, but I did say no permanent property damage... right Angela, honey? Well, I guess there's the deck chairs out back, we could wash those off afterward.''\n\nLucas chuckled like he'd made a joke, and the cougar bared her teeth and leaned forward in his face. Her muzzle and whiskers were crusted with semen from more than one source. ``Oh, I don't mean marking furniture, you silly bunny. Other than this bed, but that's already taken care of.'' She patted the mattress. It crinkled with the motion of a waterproof cover Tanner had almost forgotten about. It had been there ever since the romantic evening with glasses of red wine incident three years prior.\n\nIt took him a moment to process what she meant. ``What the fuck? Do you mean marking each other?''\n\nAngela nodded sweetly and caressed his cheek. ``Yes.''\n\n``You've got to be kidding me! You want me to get pissed on? Or watch you get pissed on? That's your secret fantasy?''\n\n``You didn't veto it. Your only vetos were no property damage, nothing that could get the cops called, no injury besides bruises, and no butt stuff.''\n\n``Yeah, but I didn't even think of this because I didn't think anyfur even liked it!'' Tanner stood up to his unimpressive height on the mattress and declared: ``This is exactly the kind of thing Meatloaf was sinking about! I would do anything for love, but...'' he looked down into his wife's green eyes. She looked so beautiful. Pee? Really? On each other? ``Okay, fine, I will do that. But just this once, for you.'' The truth was, he hated confrontation, and having an argument in front of their partners like this would just be so awkward and embarrassing that submitting to being pissed on actually seemed preferable.\n\nBut Tanner soon got cold feet as he watched Lucas take aim at Angela while she lay on her back in bed. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. But even if he wanted to stop what was about to happen, he couldn't: he was trapped in Ramira's lap, held firmly in place by her muscular arms. His wife lay on her stomach in bed, her long, fluffy tail swishing sultrily from side to side. The fox stood beside the bed, and gave Tanner a wink as he took aim. ``Don't worry. I'll mark you after I'm done with her, then you'll both have my scent.''\n\n``That's what I was afraid of,'' muttered Tanner. He watched with held breath and growing horror. A spurt of yellow liquid flew from the tip of the cross fox's member and sprayed Angela's butt. Golden droplets clung to her gorgeous red fur. Lucas staked his claim on her thigh, and her fluffy tail, then moved his stream northward again. He splashed her arched back, then her shoulders. Then, he gave Tanner a smug smirk of victory and let out a stream of piss against the back of her head.\n\n``God... Angela, you're all wet. You're really letting him do that to you?''\n\nAngela rolled onto her back. The red panda had a blissful smile on her face. ``Don't forget you're next, honey. This feels great.'' She rubbed herself with her fingers, then withdrew her hand as Lucas aimed the next spurt of his musky urine right at her sex. ``Ahhh - I've wanted you to do this to me for years.''\n\nLucas soaked her breasts, next, then... Tanner could barely watch. Her face? Even her face? And her mouth? Why was she opening it? This fox was using her as casually as a urinal, and Tanner felt like a guy peering over the divider. She swallowed. Tanner felt a lump in his throat. He felt a primal urge to protect his mate, and towel her off, but he also felt suddenly repulsed. All these years she'd wanted to be peed on? Had he ever really known her? No, that was stupid, it was just a kink. A weird, gross one, but he was the one who kept asking for a threesome. Now he was paying the price. Lucas climbed onto the bed and stood there, his cock still dripping. He patted Tanner's head condescendingly. ``Feeling thirsty yet, Bunny Boy?''\n\nTanner thought maybe after the amount of urine Lucas had voided all over Angela, he meant Tanner had to give him a blowjob. Which he guessed he could give a try. But instead, a deep yellow stream leapt from the cross fox's dickhole, just as vigorous as before. Hot, pungent liquid washed over Tanner's chest and rained down on his crotch. He was soaking him, totally soaking him. This should have been completely disgusting, but he was getting hard from it! He guessed he could put up with this, for Angela's sake. She was masturbating as she watched. He could be brave for her.\n\nLucas suddenly raised his aim, showering Tanner's face in warm piss. Fuck, never mind! The rabbit thrashed around, trying to get away from the soaking, but Ramira's grip was like iron. It stopped. Tanner coughed, and looked defiantly up at the fox. ``Okay, there, you marked me. Fuck, your pee stinks, dude. Can I wash my face now?''\n\n``I'm not done yet,'' the fox said. Tanner felt Ramira's clawed handpaw stroking up and down his shaft.\n\n``Aren't you thirsty, bunny?'' she said, letting the sharp tips of her claws brush his sensitive skin. ``Don't worry, urine's mostly sterile.\n\n``It tastes pretty good, actually,'' said Angela. She reached up and rubbed Lucas's thigh.\n\nThe stream began again, a thin, laser-straight jet of fox piss blasting against Tanner's lips. Despite his disgust, he felt some buried instinct to submit his life to the predator. He opened his mouth.\n\nWhat the fuck was she talking about? This tasted horrible! No wonder they compared bad booze to piss. His tongue quickly went numb though. He shuddered, but accepted his fate and let it spill out the sides of his mouth.\n\nRamira finally let him go and crawled up to her husband, purring as he pushed the final few spurts out on her face. Angela, for her part, wrapped her arms around Tanner and kissed him. She was soaking wet. They both were. But he felt a little better about being marked now. It was true, they both had Lucas's foxy scent all over their fur. She pulled him down onto the bed. Ramira squatted over them, and with a sinister feline growl, said: ``Now it's my turn.''\n\nThe cougress released an acrid yellow waterfall that soaked Angela's head to the skin, then turned her attention to Tanner. She doused him in a torrent of foul cat piss. ``Dirty boy...'' she purred. ``Better swallow if you know what's good for you.''\n\n``Yes! Make him swallow!'' Angela laughed, kicking her legs up and down.\n\n``I feel betrayed,'' Tanner groaned. The cougress straddled his face. He felt her whiskers brush against his dick and immediately tensed. Then her tongue touched him. She was so much taller she had to crane her neck, and soon switched to using her hand, but kept rubbing his dick against her breasts. Between her legs, there was no way he could stay faithful to Angela. Her sleek brown fur, the succulent curves of her ass and tail, the glistening pink folds. He began to lick. FFwwsshhh! And on came the faucet. He choked and spluttered on her salty urine. Horrible, tongue-numbing... this was for Angela. Glick! He swallowed. Her stream waxed and waned. The flow stopped, but Lucas was showering his wife in another foxy stream. ``What the fuck? How big is your bladder?''\n\n``Hers is a lot bigger,'' sad the cross fox. And sure enough, Ramira began to gush another flood of her acrid mark. She returned her profane attentions to Angela, drenching the panda in a geyser of cougar piss. Angela laughed and tried to cover herself against the stream. Out of husbandly instinct, Tanner tried to shield her with his body, but Ramira just laughed and shoved him down on the sodden bed. He was perhaps saved from being drowned only because Lucas distracted her with another spurt of piss right in the face. She tackled her husband, squatted over his face, and opened the floodgates, drenching every inch of the fox's body.\n\nWith all four furs now soaked in piss, the amorous encounter continued. Tanner's bladder was painfully full now, and he was about to excuse himself to the bathroom, but Angela settled down on top of him. She didn't seem comfortable: in fact, she was doing a potty dance herself, but he didn't want to ask her to move and ruin this moment, until he could take it no more.\n\n``Sweetie, can you let me up? I have to pee!'' he said.\n\n``Oh! You do?'' Angela hastily climbed off and rolled over, but when he tried to head for the bathroom she grabbed his hand.\n\n``Not there,'' she said. ``Aren't you going to mark me?''\n\nTanner sniffed her still-wet fur. It reeked of piss, bearing both feline and vulpine strong, musky scents. A primal instinct arose within him. He could not let his mate be claimed by others. He had to cover her in his own scent. It felt so wrong and degrading to just pee on his wife and treat her like a toilet, but he knew deep down it was right. Fffsss... his stream foamed and hissed against her beautiful red fur. Yellow rivulets flowed down her body. He pissed right against her vulva, making the red panda gasp in pleasure. He saw Lucas and Ramira looking expectantly at him, so he gave them each a quick shower. They were guests in his house after all. They should bare his scent too. Then he returned his stream to his made, hosing down her face in golden liquid. She caught some in her hand and splashed it in her face, then opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and let her maw fill to the brim with a foaming golden lake.\n\nThis proved to be his undoing, as Tanner's bladder was barely empty when he was tackled into the lake of piss on the mattress by a sopping wet panda. She beamed down at him, her face and hair dripping urine onto him. She licked his muzzle. God, even soaked in piss, she was as beautiful as the day they met. ``I love you,'' he murmured, and put his arms around her. She dipped her crotch onto his, but changed her mind after a couple teasing rubs.\n\n``I love you too,'' she said. ``I'm glad you talked me into this.'' Her smile became a look of blissful relief, and a warm, gentle waterfall poured down over his erect member. ``Mmm... maybe I can hold it a little longer.'' She crawled back and wrapped her lips around his soggy dick. ``Mmm... yummy bunny.''\n\nLucas took the opportunity to mount her while she sucked him off, and Ramira drenched her face in another yellow flood, but after that the other couple were busy with each other. Angela crawled onto him again and turned herself around until she was on top off him with his head between her legs, just where he belonged.\n\n``You're about to get really wet,'' she warned. ``Unless you drink it. Are you okay with that?''\n\n``For you, I'd drink gallons of your pee,'' Tanner said romantically, nuzzling and sniffing her crotch.\n\n``Good, because I really drank a lot this evening.'' Angela released the flood that had been brewing all night. Pale yellow pee poured from the panda's pussy like a faucet, drenching Tanner's face. He lapped, slurped, and gulped. This was so much better than the cougar or fox's. Her pee had a taste that was salty, but not really offensive. Maybe that meant they were soulmates. All he knew was that the foursome was thrilling, but it had only made him love her more than ever. He was glad to be marked by his true love. Fffwwwshhh... her golden river flowed, and flowed, and flowed, filling his mouth, running down his face, and pooling under his head. He let out a gurgling moan of ecstasy, and came in her mouth.\n\n``Man, I'm tired,'' Angela groaned a minute later as the four of them lay on the piss-drenched bed. ``Didn't realize how much getting tag teamed takes it out of you.''\n\n``I think I have an idea,'' said Tanner. ``How about we wait to shower until morning.''\n\n\n[b]Day 18: Spanking[/b]\n\n(THIS DAY IS NOT AVAILABLE ON INKBUNNY DUE TO CONTAINING HUMAN CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS)\n\n\n[b]Day 19: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism[/b]\n\nToday, Kevin tried to catch a girl with her pants down. He'd made the ill-advised bet last night with his friends, and now that he was sober (well, more sober, he'd already had four beers this morning) the ground squirrel was having second thoughts as he lay down in the bushes on the grounds of the music festival, perfectly hidden from view. \n\nHe knew this was wrong. It was disgusting, perverted, immoral behavior to creep around in the bushes like this. It was a 21-and-up only event, but even so. Sure, he'd often imagined himself in similar positions of sexual espionage, watching old romantic comedy movies back in his teenage days: he'd long fantasized about elaborate underwear heists and peeping tom missions. But it would never have crossed the shy young chipmunk's mind to actually try anything like that: the ladies' locker rooms and dorms at his college remained sacrosanct from his prying eyes. But last night, after an argument had turned into a fistfight, he and his friends had sworn a drunken pact, and Kevin, as the most spineless and easy to manipulate of the group, had been chosen to undertake the top secret mission to settle the matter once and for all:\n\nDid girls pee out of their vaginas?\n\nKevin thought it was only logical, after all, dudes peed and cummed from the same place, and he would know, being one himself. Tod and Brian maintained that they peed out their butts, while Brendan hypothesized the existence of a ``third hole.'' Dennis claimed that females of most species peed out of their nipples, but everyone knew he was just fucking with them.\n\nSo, that morning, after imbibing several cups of overpriced liquid courage, Kevin made his way to the venue restrooms, and the line of portapotties beside. As usual, there was a long, line, and Kevin, in an effort to get in the mindset of his prey, had intentionally held in his morning pee. Where would a desperate fur go? He followed his instincts into the woods beyond the plastic restrooms. He'd never try to sneak a peek inside a real bathroom stall or plant a hidden camera, but anyone going in the woods was, he rationalized, committing public urination, and so could hardly complain about him observing them from a place he had every right to be. With that in mind he thoroughly watered a tree and found his hiding spot: he commando-crawled through the bushes and peered out from the edge.\n\nSure enough, as the activity at the festival picked up and the restrooms and portapotties proved inadequate, numerous furs resorted to desperate measures and snuck out into the woods to pee. Kevin watched several females stumble past, legs pressed tight together, and several males either passed by or relieved themselves against the same tree he had used. But no female fur had picked the one spot he could see! His own bladder was refilling quickly. It began to throb and ache, making the ground squirrel fidget in his vigil. If this went on longer than he could hold it in, he resolved, he'd abandon his quest, admit defeat, and return to his friends in shame.\n\nBut then, a cheetah staggered out of the bushes in obvious distress. She was early twenties like him, he judged, wearing a t-shirt and short cutoff jeans, as well as a backwards ball cap. She was dancing from side to side with each step, and not to the beat of the distant, blaring music. Her hands were pressed to her crotch.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' she muttered. She looked around, checking the coast was clear, and fumbled with her zipper. ``Why did I have to drink so much!''\n\nKevin couldn't believe his luck. The desperate and, he couldn't deny, very attractive cheetah tugged her pants down and squatted right in front of him! She suddenly stood up again, but only to pull down her panties, which she'd missed in her hurry before. She barely made it in time. A thick, powerful stream of pale yellow liquid gushed from between her legs, sweeping dead leaves and pine needles aside where it struck the ground and making a growing, foaming puddle. Kevin gasped in astonishment. This was really happening. She was peeing, right there in front of him! His heart pounded against the soil under him. His bladder also gave a sympathetic throb. All that liquid leaving her reminded him of his own pressing need. But he'd succeeded... nearly. Fuck, she wasn't at quite the right angle, he couldn't see! The direction and location the stream was coming out clearly proved Tod and Brian wrong (and Dennis, but everyone know he was making it up), but Brendan was still in the running. Was it coming out her vagina, or not? No! He couldn't lose this golden opportunity: he might not get another chance to see!\n\nCarefully, gingerly, holding his breath, the ground squirrel scooted forward on his belly. Another inch, just another inch, and the truth would be revealed to him!\n\nThen a twig snapped, just the slightest rustle, but the cheetah's ears twitched. She glanced to the side, right at Kevin!\n\n``Hey, what the fuck!'' the cheetah shouted. She stood up and yanked her pants up in one smooth motion, but only got them up partway. Her hands had reacted faster than her bladder muscles, too: a final spurt soaked her shorts and panties. ``Argh! Shit!'' She stumbled back, tripped over her pants, and fell on her butt in the puddle. ``Fuck!'' she hissed, and glared right at Kevin. ``You!''\n\n``Uh, I can explain!'' Kevin stammered. He tried to run for it, but his hoodie caught on a branch, stopping his escape and dropping him flat on his face again. He couldn't explain, of course. He tried to think of an excuse, like he'd had too much to drink last night and passed out there, but the furious feline didn't give him a chance.\n\n``So, you like watching girls take a piss, do you you little creep?'' she snarled.\n\n``Nn... no! This is all a misunderstanding. I, uhh, lost my wallet in these bushes!''\n\n``Well here, how about I give you a closer look?''\n\nKevin could only stare in horror as the cheetah pulled her now dripping pants down again and squatted right in front of him with them around her ankles. Before he could even scream, she opened the floodgates again, dousing his face in a torrent of acrid feline fluids. It gushed out like a faucet, totally soaking his fur and splashing the ground around him.\n\n``Acckphth! Fuck! Stop!''\n\n``You like that you fuckin' perv?'' the cheetah stopped the flow.\n\nKevin coughed and choked. ``No more! I'm sorry, don't -''\n\n``More? Okay!'' she pressure-washed him for another ten seconds. It was horrible, stinging his eyes and nose, and fuck, it was in his mouth! It tasted faintly of cheap beer, but also repulsively salty.\n\nHe finally thrashed his way free of the branches and crawled for safety, his eyes still closed due to the stinging liquid that had drenched his face.\n\n``Where do you think you're going?'' the cheetah seized him and rolled him onto his back, then straddled the unfortunate chipmunk.\n\n``Hel -''\n\n``Shut up.'' She covered his mouth with her shoe. ``If you make too much noise, we both go down: me for public urination, you for spying on me. Got it?''\n\n``Mmm-hmmm!'' Kevin whimpered.\n\n``Good. I'll let you off with this warning if you tell me where you hid whatever camera you've got. Gimme your phone.''\n\n``I left it in my tent! You can check my pockets and see. I wasn't filming, I just wanted to settle a bet!''\n\n``A bet?''\n\nKevin blubbered out the full explanation. He tried to keep his eyes on the cheetah's face, and not her boobs or her naked pussy, but her glare was just so intimidating.\n\n``Really?'' she hissed incredulously. ``That's basic women's anatomy! What the fuck were you doing in health class?''\n\n``Laughing and putting condoms over bananas.''\n\nThe spotted cat rolled her eyes in disgust. ``That's the most pathetic excuse for spying I've ever heard of! Here! You wanna see so bad, then look!''\n\nShe spread her lower lips wide. Kevin stared down the barrel of the stranger's super-soaker. ``There's... two holes?''\n\nFWWSSSSHHHHH... another jet of hot urine blasted his face, then the cheetah began to soak his hoodie in her gushing stream.\n\n``Fuck! I'm sorry I spied on you! Please stop peeing on me!''\n\nThe cheetah lashed her tail distastefully. ``Okay, fine. I'll let you off with a warning for being a creep. I don't really mind that much anyway.''\n\n``Oh. Thank you, you're very gracious. Can you let me go now?''\n\n``If you'd just asked I'd have been happy to let you watch me pee. But you startled me and made me completely soak my pants, so I'm punishing you for that anyway. You're thirsty after waiting in those bushes for hours, right?''\n\n``No! I drank four beers first, I'm not thirsty I swear! Please don't! Aaarglglbglglk! Gaaack! Fuucklglllk!''\n\nEven after all that, the cheetah's bladder was nowhere near empty, and she did her best to drown Kevin in a foul flood of recycled festival beer for another thirty seconds. Despite his protests his mouth was parched since all the beer was going right through him, and without knowing what he was doing he swallowed several mouthfuls of the appalling liquid. When her stream ran dry at last, and the sound of running water faded, he heard... purring? He rubbed his stinging eyes. The cheetah was kneeling over him, blushing right through her fur. They made eye contact, and she hurriedly stood and pulled up her wet shorts. \n\n``By the way, nice hoodie,'' she said. ``That band's awesome.''\n\n``So's the one on your t-shirt,'' Kevin rose meekly. His bladder twinged, making him cross his legs. ``Fuck,'' he muttered. ``I forgot I had to pee too.'' He looked at the portapotties. No, he was completely soaked in piss. He took a stance in front of the tree he'd used before, and tried to unbutton his soggy jeans, only to remember that the cheetah was still standing right there.\n\n``Umm, aren't you going back to the festival?'' he asked. ``Or to change your pants?''\n\n``Oh, so you can watch me pee, but you need privacy? Is that how it works?''\n\n``I thought you said you didn't mind me watching.''\n\n``I don't, but I hate hypocrisy. Besides, if you're going to take a piss in public, you don't get to complain about having an audience, right?''\n\nKevin squirmed in discomfort. He'd been desperate before but now that gravity was acting on his beer-swollen bladder, he was on the verge of pissing his pants. He unbuttoned them and tugged his underwear down, trying to turn away from prying feline eyes. The cheetah looked hungrily at him.\n\n``Please stop staring - hey, wait, do you like watching this?''\n\n``Umm... no? What the fuck? Creep.''\n\nKevin found some shred of courage. ``Your hand is down your shorts!''\n\nThe cheetah hastily withdrew it. ``Shit. Okay, this all his a totally innocent explanation.''\n\n``What?''\n\nThe cheetah blushed even harder. ``The truth is... my friends and I made a bet last night. They said guys could aim their pee standing up even without a boner, and they challenged me to prove it. I've been camped out here hiding in the bushes since 5 AM trying to catch some guy in the act. I saw you peeing on this tree when I got here actually.''\n\n``What?'' Kevin yelped louder. ``That's... creepy! I feel violated!''\n\n``Well, now you know how it feels. It doesn't matter though, you were facing the wrong way so I couldn't see. I was hiding all morning, and I couldn't hold it in anymore! I was about to pee myself, and I thought you were just some random dude who came out here, pissed, and went back to the concert!''\n\n``That's the same thing I was doing, and you're calling me a hypocrite? And by the way, guys pee without a boner all the time! If you try to pee with one it goes everywhere!''\n\nThe cheetah put her hands on her hips and grinned. ``Prove it.''\n\n``If you want to make things fair, then go back to your hiding spot and I'll pretend you aren't watching me!''\n\n``Fine.'' The cheetah went to another patch of bushes a ways away and crawled under them, then poked her head out. Kevin prepared to inundate the tree trunk. ``Wait, not that way, I can't see! Stand somewhere closer!''\n\nKevin obeyed.\n\n``Closer. And turn so I can see you.''\n\n``Is this good?''\n\n``I guess it'll have to do,'' the cheetah said with a scowl. ``Although, if you really want to make things fair, I guess I overreacted a little by drenching you. So you can give me a closer look, if you want.''\n\n[b]Day 20: Watersports[/b]\n\n(THIS DAY IS NOT AVAILABLE ON INKBUNNY DUE TO CONTAINING HUMAN CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS)\n\n[b]Day 21: Panties & Lingerie[/b]\n\n(THIS DAY IS NOT AVAILABLE ON INKBUNNY DUE TO CONTAINING HUMAN CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS)\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Day 15: Temperature Play

Today, an Espeon got a very naughty idea after watching her Flareon and Glaceon sisters relieve themselves in the morning. It wasn't that cold or hot out, and the psychic type couldn't help but noticing as Flareon's pee spread out in a steaming puddle all over the patio. At the same time, Glaceon was peeing on the edge of the patio, and her strong stream splashed pale yellow droplets all over the grass, leaving spots of crystalline frost, and even drips that froze in place and bowed the grass blades down. Flareon's must have been so hot, and Glaceon's so cold... Espeon's face heated up as she finished emptying her own bladder, and her heart pounded heavily. What would it... feel like? She wondered.

She didn't raise the question until after their trainer left for work. The three eeveelutions were relaxing in the living room. Flareon lay stretched out in a patch of sun by the window, Glaceon was curled up on the sofa, and Espeon lay in a soft bed, unable to make the thought go away.

``Umm, guys?'' she asked timidly.

``Yeah?'' Glaceon raised her head sleepily.

``You know how the couch or bed's always really nice and cool after you've been lying there?'' she said to the ice-type, then looked at the Flareon. ``Or how it's really warm when you've been lying there?''

``Uh-huh.'' Flareon didn't look up.

``Or... when we lick each other, your tongue always feels so warm and yours is always so cold. Especially in... special places, and it feels so good...''

``I guess so...'' Glaceon yawned and stretched. ``Do you want to do that now? Or we could get that one toy that was supposed to be for playing fetch but we never use it for that. Just let me nap a little more first.''

``Actually, I was thinking...'' Espeon fidgeted, feeling terribly embarrassed to mention this out loud. She pressed the twin tips of her forked tail together. ``Your body temperature's a lot colder than most Pokemon because you're an ice type, right? And yours is a lot hotter?''

``Yeah. What's your point?'' Flareon grumbled. ``I was trying to sleep.''

Espeon blushed even harder. ``Well, remember last halloween when our trainer showed a movie about ghosts getting Pokemon when they were outside going potty, and I got so scared I tried to hold it in all night and wet the bed?''

``How could I forget? You got us wet too!'' complained Flareon.

``Sorry. But, when that happened, I remember it felt really warm. But your pee would be really hot or cold, right? Like if you had an accident in bed it would feel like ice water, or if you did it'd be really hot?''

``Are you trying to find out?'' Flareon asked combatively. ``I'm not wetting the bed just to satisfy your curiosity!''

Espeon blushed even harder, and blurted it all out. ``No! I was just thinking, if it feels extra good when we lick each other's privates because of the different temperatures, would it feel even better with... more liquid? Like sitting on a cold sprinkler, or a really hot one?''

Glaceon was fully awake now. She looked at her sister with confusion, surprise, and more than a little disgust. ``Wait, are you asking us to... to pee on you?''

``Umm...'' Espeon felt like her head was going to explode from shame. ``Maybe a tiny bit?''

``Does this have anything to do with why you were staring at my butt this morning?''

Flareon stomped over to her bed. ``What the hell?'' she barked. ``You know that's worse, right?''

``I - I only meant hypothetically!'' stammered Espeon.

``Hypothetically, that would be completely disgusting!'' the fire-type?s hot breath pushed her whiskers back. ``You want to get your fur soaked in piss?''

``It'd only be, you know, down between my legs!'' Espeon argued. ``That's where it comes out anyway, right? So it wouldn't make it any grosser.''

``That's not how it works, you idiot! It'd still splash everywhere, and make a puddle under you!''

``Maybe she could put her paw in the puddle to get it hot or cold and then touch herself with it,'' suggested Glaceon. ``Then there wouldn't be as much of a mess. Or use a bowl. Then it'd really get your whole paw.''

``Whose side are you on?'' snapped Flareon. ``Don't tell me you're considering this!''

``I don't know...'' the ice-type hopped down from the sofa. ``It sounds gross, but it also sounds kind of fun.'' She padded up to the Espeon and licked her nose. ``If you want to try it I'd be happy to help. Just let me drink lots of water, and in a few hours. On one condition.''

``What?''

``You have to drink too. If you enjoy it... I'm curious how it feels too. And since Flareon's gonna be a spoilsport...''

``Hey! I'm not a spoilsport!'' she batted Glaceon's head with a paw. ``You two are just perverts!''

``You don't have to be such a hothead about it.'' Glaceon paced around the room, walking behind Flareon and nuzzling between her legs. The fire-type let out a small gasp.

``Ah! Your nose is so cold! Ick! Quit licking!''

``It feels good, doesn't it? And you're all wet back here! Are you suuuure this isn't turning you on a tiny bit?''

``Shut up!'' Flareon jumped onto the couch and sat down, wrapping her tail protectively around herself. ``I don't even like baths, why would you think I'd want to get soaked in your cold piss! And I'd need to take a bath afterward, too! Aaah, that's cool...''

``You don't have to try it if you don't want to.'' Espeon tried to be the voice of reason. ``I didn't even think either of you would want to. I was just... curious how it would feel.''

Flareon avoided meeting either of their eyes. ``Fine,'' she muttered. ``I'll try it. But only so I can see the looks on you idiots' faces when you admit it was a bad idea. Besides, I'll probably scald you and you pervs'll deserve it if I do.'' She headed for the water dish and started to lap.

All three pokemon drank as greedily and frequently as they could. Espeon's bladder soon began to feel uncomfortably full. By early afternoon, that slight nagging discomfort had turned to desperation. She knew there was no way she could make it until their trainer came home.

``Hnnngghh...'' Flareon groaned. ``Ready to get this over with? This better not be a prank to make me have an accident in the house: I can't hold it much longer!''

``Are you sure you don't want to wait as long as we can?'' asked Espeon. She was enjoying the patch of sunshine now. ``The sooner we do it, the longer we'll have to wait around with wet fur.''

``You'll be the ones with wet fur. It's not my problem.''

``I thought you said you wanted to try it,'' Glaceon said. ``Unless you're chickening out at the last minute?''

``Yeah, but I'm a fire type. I can dry myself off!''

``Last time you tried that you melted the carpet,'' said Espeon. ``Anyway, if you're totally dry when our trainer comes home you won't get a bath. Even if you evaporate the water there'll be... other stuff in our fur.''

``Okay, fine... I guess I'll wait a little longer.''

``Want to help me ``warm up'' first?'' Glaceon rubbed up against Flareon, then rolled over and spread her legs. The three pokemon had been licking their own crotches periodically to stay in the mood, but by now they were so full that it was uncomfortable to curl up.

Flareon reluctantly got up and started licking between the ice-type?s legs. Espeon felt a thrill of pleasure just watching. She needed to join in. She padded over and muzzled Flareon's warm, fluffy rump. The fire-type?s hind legs were pressed together and shaking. She must have really had to go. Despite this, Espeon pulled her sister's tail aside with her psychic abilities. Ignoring her annoyed grunt, she shoved her nose right into the flareon's crotch and sniffed. She smelled so good... and tasted so good. She dragged her tongue across her fuzzy slit.

They took turns pleasuring each other until the urge to urinate was too much to bear. After one more generous drink, the desperate eeveelutions staggered toward the bathroom. Luckily, opening the bathroom door was easy for a psychic type, even though the doorknob was round. She opened the large, glass-walled shower in their trainer's bathroom and stepped inside. The floor was nice and dry. She rolled on her back, her bladder throbbing. Glaceon nuzzled her groin and gave her an extra slobbery lick, making her gasp and clench her muscles.

``Hrrgh! That's cold!''

``It's about to get colder,'' the ice type said. She turned around and squatted over Espeon's belly, then got up, turned to the side, and squatted again. She looked back, but still wasn't satisfied with the position, and stood up to try and adjust her aim.

``Just go! I'm going to explode!'' Flareon was doing a potty dance, her claws clicking on the floor of the shower stall.

``I'm trying to make sure I get the right spot!'' Glaceon squatted again, this time sitting down on Espeon and making her writhe in discomfort as her sister's weight pressed down on her bladder. She rubbed back and forth until their pussies touched, then lifted her rump up a couple inches. Espeon could hardly breathe she was so excited. They were really doing this. They were really actually doing this!

A spurt of liquid from Glaceon's folds sprayed against Espeon's. The psychic-type tensed, putting her claws out. ``AAiiieep!'' she yelped. ``Oh wow, It's like ice water!''

Her yelp startled the Glaceon. She stood up, and spurted another jet of ice-cold, yellow liquid that sprayed all over Espeon's belly. ``Oh, fuck! Sorry!'' She squatted down and released her bladder a little more, drenching Espeon's pussy with a loud hiss.

``Too cold! Too cold!'' she yelped. It felt like having a popsicle straight out of the freezer rubbed against her privates. Her crotch fur was drenched. Fuck, that felt good.

``Ha ha ha! I told you so!'' Flareon laughed.

``I need hot water now.'' Espeon lay back and braced herself.

``Seriously? You actually liked that? Okay, fine, here comes a warm shower... ack! Damnit, I stepped in yours! It's gross and it's freezing!''

Glaceon burst out laughing, and involuntarily sprayed the shower wall with another spurt of pee. ``Whoops. Ugh, I can't hold it at all!''

Espeon was about to commiserate when Flareon squatted over her and gave a sigh of relief. A dribble of steaming hot liquid washed over her genitals. She gritted her teeth in pain. After being soaked in ice water it felt like lava!

``Fuck! Too hot!'' she growled. Flareon stood up hurriedly, her rear dripping. Her private parts were still burning from the heat of her sister's pee. The whole shower seemed hot and steamy just from that small release, and it was much more pungent too. ``More cold!'' She waited, panting, as Glaceon hurriedly took her place over her. ``Yeep! Oh my god!'' The contrast of the frosty flood hitting her now sore vulva again was unbearable. She lost control of her own bladder. A pleasantly warm fountain bubbled from between her legs and splashed down on her tail for three seconds before she regained control.

``Had enough yet?'' Flareon teased.

``No. Oh my god that felt incredible!'' Espeon panted. She could feel the mixture of her sisters' pee, pleasantly lukewarm, soaking into her back fur, but she didn't care. She paddled and kneaded the air with her paws. To her surprise Flareon licked her toe beans, and did her best to stuff her whole footpaw in her mouth, nibbling, chewing, and bathing her paw in hot saliva. She pulled back, a ribbon of spit hanging from her lips. Then the fire-type pushed her over onto her side. ``We've had to get our feet wet,'' she said. ``It's only fair that you do too.''

Glaceon laughed, nodded, and squatted, releasing more frigid fluids and dousing espeon's paws. It felt like stepping in a slush puddle in the middle of winter. Uncomfortable, but oddly invigorating. ``How does it feel?'' she asked.

``It's amazing.'' Espeon got up. She was standing in the puddle. It started running down the drain, making her realize she'd plugged it with her body. She splashed her forepaws in it a bit, getting them all wet too. ``Do you want to try?''

Glaceon sniffed at the puddle. ``I guess so.'' She lay down on her back. Espeon squatted, pressing their pussies together, and released her aching bladder. Ffwssssss... It gushed out, flooding over her sister's crotch. ``Mmmm...'' she said. ``That's nice and warm!''

``How about this?'' Flareon took her place next, but just the smallest spurt made the ice-type whine in pain as her genitals were scalded with a super effective critical hit of Water Gun. The fire-type ignored her protests and drenched her belly in urine as well, then sprayed the shower wall.

``Oww! I told you that was too hot!'' Glaceon got up, shaking and dripping. ``Now it's your turn.''

Flareon gulped. ``Do I have to? It really stinks in here. And you know us fire-types hate getting wet - aargh! Hey! Cut that out!'' Espeon telekinetically yanked her off her feet and splashed her down in the puddle. ``Yuck! Oh god it's soaking into my fur! Okay, I'm wet now, are you happy?''

``No!'' Glaceon growled. ``I think you cooked me! The least you can do is put up with a little frostbite.''

Espeon held Flareon in place while Glaceon squatted over her. ``Ahh...'' the ice-type blasted her sister's genitals with a jet of icy piss, then lowered her crotch down onto her fluffy belly, soaking her fur and squishing her slightly steamed rump into it. The cold must have soothed her a little, but it left Flareon shivering and apologizing.

``Do you think you can warm me up?'' she asked pleadingly. Espeon gladly obliged.

But even after several rounds of hot and cold, the trio's bladders seemed just as full as they'd ever been. They'd grown more adventurous. Espeon had let her sisters blast her nipples with alternating jets of freezing and burning liquid, and they'd soaked her flanks and shoulders too. The freezing cold and boiling hot liquid felt so good against her skin. She wondered if... if...

``Guys?'' she asked. ``I know this sounds gross, but... do you think it would feel good on my... my head?''

Flareon grinned. ``There's only one way to find out, isn't there?''

``I guess so.''

``Are you suuuure you wanna try that?'' Glaceon asked.

``Not really,'' Espeon admitted. ``But I'm curious.''

``Don't say we didn't warn you if you hate it.'' Flareon pinned her down on her side and straddled her head. Espeon closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable. She rubbed her sex with her tail, whimpering in anticipation.

``Well, either piss or get off me! I thought you said you weren't done yet - ack!'' FSSSSSSS... A hot, steaming stream gushed over her. The espeon winced and held her breath as nearly scalding liquid soaked her fur on her cheek and ran down over her muzzle. Flareon was going like a faucet. Her head felt like a boiled lobster. So hot... so, so hot! She finally climbed off. Espeon rolled onto her stomach, gasping for air. She crawled blindly through the puddle of urine, and shook herself until she was sure none would get in her eyes, despite the complaints of her fire-type sister as she was sprayed.

``How was it?'' Glaceon asked.

``Good. But I feel overheated now.''

``I think I can help with that.'' Glaceon stood up and planted her front paws against the small soap shelf at the end of the shower. She spread her hind legs wide and curled her tail up. Espeon crawled under her, staring in an almost awestruck feeling at her drenched fur. She brushed her ear against the ice-type?s vulva. Almost immediately she began to pee. The frigid urine hit her already wet fur and immediately soaked through. It was uncomfortable at first, then refreshing. Then the stream hit the gem on her forehead.

``Aaahhh! Fuck! Brain freeze!'' Espeon wriggled back, shuddering and pressing her muzzle down into the cold puddle. She took big, panting breaths through her mouth.

``Sorry,'' said Glaceon. Espeon couldn't reply. She just crawled back under Glaceon's dripping pussy. Her hips bucked as she rubbed her sex with her tail. Something dripped into her mouth. Something salty, and slightly bitter. But the part of her brain responsible for self preservation and hygiene seemed to have been short-circuited by the blast of icy liquid. She licked her lips, and nuzzled Glaceon's soggy, dripping crotch.

``Ew... are you licking? That's all wet. Stop... I still have to pee.''

``Yuck, what a perv!'' Flareon commented. ``She's not stopping. Just go in her mouth, maybe that'll teach her a lesson.''

Glaceon whimpered. A bubbling stream of cold saline filled Espeon's mouth. Ice water... so cold... she let it fill her maw and spill out over her molars, then lowered her head and let Glaceon's stream wash over her face again. She'd just had so much water. Why was she thirsty? She put her mouth to the source again. Cold and refreshing. She swallowed.

``Ugh, what the fuck? Are you seriously drinking it?'' Flareon asked.

``It's... not that bad actually,'' Espeon gasped. Then a second, even more intense brain freeze hit her. ``Aaah! So cooooold...'' She crumpled and rolled on her back. Her head throbbed with the icy pain.

``Want me to warm you up?''

``Please...''

Flareon obligingly straddled her and sat down on her face. Her thighs were so warm and damp... this was blissful.

``Mmmff... your nose is so cold.'' Flareon grunted. ``Eep, and your tongue's worse!''

A spurt of hot, salty pee splashed her in the face. Acckhghk! You scalded my tongue!'' It felt numb from the heat, but the taste was even stronger than Glaceon's. ``Now I know how our trainer feels when he doesn't wait for his coffee to cool down!''

``Hey, if you can't take the heat, get out of the shower!'' Flareon marked her with a few more spurts. The last one hit her pussy again, making Espeon shriek and writhe in pleasure.

``You okay?''

``Yes! I'm so close! Oww! It hurts, but...''

``You seriously like the taste?'' Glaceon asked.

``Yeah...''

``Okay. You've got me curious about it too.'' Espeon suddenly felt a cold nose snuffling at her genitals, then a wet tongue. She gasped, and involuntarily let out another spurt. Glaceon helped and pulled back, coughing.

``Wow,'' she said. Her face was dripping. She grimaced, then spat out now-cold liquid onto Espeon's belly. ``I guess you're right. It tastes kinda... fun.''

``You two are disgusting,'' said Flareon.

``Don't judge it `til you've tried it.'' Glaceon tackled her.

``Ugh, you're dripping on me!'' Flareon pawed at her, and weakly tried to push her off, but her heart clearly wasn't in it. Glaceon leaned down and licked her sister's nose. ``Fuck! You are so gross!'' she said, and bit her cheek... which wrung quite a bit of pee out of her fur.

``...Huh. You're right, I guess it does taste okay.''

``Good, `cuz here's some more'' She turned around and sat on her sister's face. Espeon watched with some amusement as Flareon struggled, then let out a choking gurgle. A puddle spread around her head.

``Fuckglgclk!'' Flareon gurgled. ``Stop quenching me...''

Espeon decided to rescue her sister. It was clear from the relieved look on Glaceon's face that her bladder was still very full. ``Come on, guys, I said I was close! Can't you finish me off?''

The fire-type and ice-type lapped at Espeon's privates until she soaked their faces, then marked her with their own streams. Espeon was desperate now. Starting and stopping her relief over and over was making her bladder ache even though it wasn't quite as full, and everything was so hot, and cold, and wet! She writhed in the puddle, furiously rubbing herself with her tailtips. The other two eeveelutions climbed on top of her and took turns sitting on her head and her crotch. Spurt after spurt of freezing and burning urine soaked her. Poor Espeon was shivering from cold and panting from heat at the same time. Even after the streams stopped her wet fur held the intoxicating discomfort against her skin. The pair mounted her one more time, this time face to face. Espeon whimpered at the icy touch of Glaceon's folds, and panted in the sweltering sauna between Flareon's sopping thighs. So close, so close! The two of them were licking each other's faces while they rode her.

``Ugh, your breath smells like piss!'' Flareon complained, and released a scalding flood that made the previous streams look like a trickle. Glaceon followed suit with an icy torrent, drenching Espeon's crotch and tail. So hot! So cold! Her head spun. She nuzzled her face deep into Flareon's crotch and opened her mouth. That burned so good... The flow stopped and started, but she kept licking, savoring every drop of the burning hot liquid that went down her throat. Her hips bucked and shuddered. Freezing... burning...

``Mmmmgglblgggllggligglg!'' Espeon gurgled. Her climax melted all the tension in her body, and soothed the heat drenching her face. Somehow being numbed by the cold made the pleasure feel even more intense, but she sobbed from the flood of emotional release. Flareon's piping hot pee filled her mouth, burned her tongue and nose, and warmed her from the inside. She released her own bladder for real, but her powers sent the torrent of liquid swirling around, pouring down on all three of their bodies like warm golden rain. Too hot down her throat, too cold flooding her crotch, just right raining down on her and running down her sisters' bodies. ``Ahhglgllggglb!''

Flareon and Glaceon finally climbed off. Espeon blinked urine out of her eyes and saw her two companions standing there, dripping. All three pokemon were soaked. Flareon glared and whapped her on the cheek with a wet paw. ``I thought being on top would make me safe from you pervs!'' she grumbled, but then lay down in the puddle. ``Do you think there's time for me to try being on the bottom before our trainer gets home? You sounded like you enjoyed being drowned.''

``Sure,'' Espeon said, and licked her face. ``As long as we drink enough.''


Day 16: Public

Today, a doe went to a concert. She drank several pints of overpriced beer without a care for how soon all that liquid would have to come back out, only to find to her doeish dismay that the line for the ladies' room was, as useful for concerts, a mile long. She stood there for song after song, until her hooves ached and her bladder ached worse, but she was still far from the bathroom door. She started to dance, out of sync with the music, pressing her thighs close together. This was an emergency now. Any minute she was going to wet her panties and skinny jeans!

When she started to whimper in pain, the woman ahead of her turned around in concern. She was a punk skunk, wearing a studded collar and several piercings, as well as fraying jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. She had a fetching bright purple streak dyed in her hair and her fluffy tail.

``You okay?'' asked the skunk.

``Not really!'' the doe confessed. ``Umm... do you think I could go ahead of you? It's an emergency. If you really have to go too I understand, but -''

``Yeah, I can see that. Ahh, man... you can, I guess, but I don't think it'll make a difference. Look at how long the line is!''

The doe looked, and whimpered despairingly. Maybe a few others would take pity on her, but there was no way it would get her to the bathroom in time. ``You're right. Thank you anyway. I guess I'll... what do I do?''

The skunk stepped closer. ``I can't make the line go any faster, but here's something that might help.'' From her large purse she produced a pink plastic funnel with a flexible tube at the end. ``You can borrow my SheWee. It lets you pee standing up without getting it all over your legs. You could use a urinal...'' The skunk looked over at the line for the men's room, where a bull and a boar where arguing, shoving each other, and pawing at the ground. It was a mile long too. ``Never mind. I think we'll have to find someplace else to go.''

The two of them looked around for a potted plant, a trash can, or any other suitable receptacle, but there were none in sight. Well, there were a few, but all of them already had at least one and possibly several desperate furs shamelessly pissing or vomiting in them, and a long line waiting to do the same. The doe felt a little bit leak out into her panties. She bleated in distress, and pressed her hand between her legs. The skunkette's eyes widened, sparkling in the reflected light of hundreds of strobes, floodlights, and raised cell phones. ``Jeez, you're really about to explode, aren't you?''

``Yes!''

To the doe's surprise and shock, the skunk crouched down in front of her. At first she thought she was going to pee on the floor, but then she sat down on it and leaned back. The venue carpet was damp with spilled booze and stains she hoped were spilled booze. The skunk handed the doe the funnel and held the other end of the SheWee to her mouth. ``Here. Desperate times call for desperate measures.''

``I - what?'' the doe gasped.

``Don't worry, I know public urination's illegal but nobody here's gonna narc ya out! Girl code, ya know? When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!''

The doe fidgeted with her pants button. ``But... in your mouth?''

``Pee's sterile, isn't it? Besides, it'll probably taste better than the beer they serve here. It's me or the floor. Just try to not to be a total fire hose, I can only chug so fast!''

The doe was too desperate to argue, but she wept at the sheer generosity this total stranger was showing her. Right there in the middle of a bathroom line in a crowded concert hall, she dropped her pants and panties to her knees, held the funnel to her groin, and opened the floodgates. Several pints of overpriced beer, quite possibly improved by being filtered through her kidneys, blasted against the funnel. There was no hope of being discrete: the noise of her stream spraying against the plastic echoed throughout the venue, and she had the bad fortune to let loose during a lull in the music and applause. Dozens of heads turned. Dozens of people were watching her publicly urinating in a stranger's mouth. The skunk gagged and gurgled. Her eyes rolled back in her head, but her throat began to pulse. The level of liquid in the funnel rose and fell, but it never quite overflowed. The doe couldn't believe it. She was actually drinking her piss. She was drinking all of it. Despite her best efforts liquid was flooding out of her at a prodigious rate, but somehow the skunk was keeping up.

``Yikes. What a couple of sluts,'' a cat said cattily. ``Look at them. I'm totally posting this on TikTok.''

``Shut up, you're just jealous your friends wouldn't do that for you,'' said one of her friends.

``When you gotta go you gotta go,'' somebody said. ``Girl code, form a circle round them.''

Safely surrounded by a dozen other women who understood the position she was in, the doe blissfully emptied her bladder even further, but forgot to aim, and peed all over her hand, as well as the skunk's shirt. ``Oops! Sorry!'' she said. The skunk was too busy gargling her inexorable flow of piss to speak, but gave her a thumbs up.

At last, her bladder emptied, and she helped her new friend to her feet. Not only had she been saved from peeing her pants, but she'd experienced the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her at a concert.

``Thank you so much!'' she hugged the skunkette, heedless of the wetness of her shirt.

``Don't mention it. You really did taste better than the beer. And that's quite a view too.'' She giggled. ``Man, you really held in a lot!''

``You really drank a lot!'' giggled the doe. Then a horrible thought occurred to her. ``Umm... I hope you don't want me to reciprocate. I'd do it for you if I could, but I don't think it's been long enough since my last beer. I don't think I could keep it all down.''

``That's okay.'' The skunk tucked the funnel back into her purse. ``Just hold this for a second.'' And to the doe's astonishment, she started pissing her pants right there in front of everyone. Her jeans were soaked, completely flooded with an endless river of liquid. ``I guess I couldn't make it to the bathroom.''

Without even washing their hands, the doe and the skunk abandoned the bathroom line and went back to the doe?s seat, where the soggy skunk sat on the doe's lap. The doe didn't mind getting wet, because she wouldn't even have to leave her seat when she had to pee again. And they only had to buy one more beer for the rest of the show: after draining the cup, they just took turns giving each other free refills.


Day 17: Threesome or Moresome

Today, Tanner's wife finally agreed to a threesome. Well, a foursome. The rabbit had been bringing up the subject for months, but Angela's response was always vague and noncommital. ``I'll think about it,'' or ``maybe someday'' was as far as it went. A month ago it became an argument, with the red panda accusing him of having a double standard where he expected her to be okay with him inviting another woman into her bedroom when he'd never let another man into his. This, Tanner vehemently denied, and insisted he was secure enough in his masculinity and in their relationship to be fine with that. She challenged him to put his money where his mouth was and compromise: they could have a threesome like he wanted, but it had to be with a guy. Tanner protested that this wasn't a fair compromise to have a threesome with someone he wasn't attracted to, and she pointed out that he was asking the same of her. She had him there. Pointing out that she'd dated a woman in college ended poorly, and Tanner found out something he'd never known about the downstairs anatomy of hyena ladies.

After a night in the guest room for her and a night on the couch for him (leaving the bedroom empty), they finally reached a compromise: they could have a foursome, but she got to pick the other participants, and he had to fulfill a fantasy of hers to be disclosed at the time of the rendezvous. After weeks of searching a swinger forum, she announced that she'd found a match, and that night, after Tanner came home from work, Angela was waiting for him in the nude. Tanner joined her in disrobing, but before anything else could happen, there was a knock at the door, and she told him to wait on the bed. She returned to the bedroom with a triumphant grin, followed by a handsome male cross-fox and a tall, curvy mountain lion who looked down at Tanner, and in particular at his crotch, with an unnervingly predatory smirk before introducing herself as Ramira Maxwell and her husband as Lucas.

It started off as everything he'd ever dreamed it would be, and more. Sure, at first it was awkward sitting there on the bed trying to make small talk while they were all completely naked, but they were hot. Tanner thought Lucas was better looking than him, and better endowed too, but far from being threatened by the fox he found himself making an exception to his heterosexuality. It helped that Ramira clearly had her husband wrapped around her little claw. He watched whimpering from the corner while Ramira pinned Tanner down and rode him, then practically held the fox down on top of Angela. And he had to admit, jacking off another male onto his wife's face, or having the reverse done to him, was a lot hotter than it sounded.

But that all changed when Tanner learned just what the fantasy Angela wanted fulfilled was.

``A marking fetish?'' he repeated, astounded. ``You mean, like... territory marking? With pee?''

``Yeah.'' Ramira looked at him like he was an idiot.

``Okay, no offense, this has been fun, but ruining the furniture's or the floor's a bit too far. If we were doing this at your place, whatever, it's your stuff, but I did say no permanent property damage... right Angela, honey? Well, I guess there's the deck chairs out back, we could wash those off afterward.''

Lucas chuckled like he'd made a joke, and the cougar bared her teeth and leaned forward in his face. Her muzzle and whiskers were crusted with semen from more than one source. ``Oh, I don't mean marking furniture, you silly bunny. Other than this bed, but that's already taken care of.'' She patted the mattress. It crinkled with the motion of a waterproof cover Tanner had almost forgotten about. It had been there ever since the romantic evening with glasses of red wine incident three years prior.

It took him a moment to process what she meant. ``What the fuck? Do you mean marking each other?''

Angela nodded sweetly and caressed his cheek. ``Yes.''

``You've got to be kidding me! You want me to get pissed on? Or watch you get pissed on? That's your secret fantasy?''

``You didn't veto it. Your only vetos were no property damage, nothing that could get the cops called, no injury besides bruises, and no butt stuff.''

``Yeah, but I didn't even think of this because I didn't think anyfur even liked it!'' Tanner stood up to his unimpressive height on the mattress and declared: ``This is exactly the kind of thing Meatloaf was sinking about! I would do anything for love, but...'' he looked down into his wife's green eyes. She looked so beautiful. Pee? Really? On each other? ``Okay, fine, I will do that. But just this once, for you.'' The truth was, he hated confrontation, and having an argument in front of their partners like this would just be so awkward and embarrassing that submitting to being pissed on actually seemed preferable.

But Tanner soon got cold feet as he watched Lucas take aim at Angela while she lay on her back in bed. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. But even if he wanted to stop what was about to happen, he couldn't: he was trapped in Ramira's lap, held firmly in place by her muscular arms. His wife lay on her stomach in bed, her long, fluffy tail swishing sultrily from side to side. The fox stood beside the bed, and gave Tanner a wink as he took aim. ``Don't worry. I'll mark you after I'm done with her, then you'll both have my scent.''

``That's what I was afraid of,'' muttered Tanner. He watched with held breath and growing horror. A spurt of yellow liquid flew from the tip of the cross fox's member and sprayed Angela's butt. Golden droplets clung to her gorgeous red fur. Lucas staked his claim on her thigh, and her fluffy tail, then moved his stream northward again. He splashed her arched back, then her shoulders. Then, he gave Tanner a smug smirk of victory and let out a stream of piss against the back of her head.

``God... Angela, you're all wet. You're really letting him do that to you?''

Angela rolled onto her back. The red panda had a blissful smile on her face. ``Don't forget you're next, honey. This feels great.'' She rubbed herself with her fingers, then withdrew her hand as Lucas aimed the next spurt of his musky urine right at her sex. ``Ahhh - I've wanted you to do this to me for years.''

Lucas soaked her breasts, next, then... Tanner could barely watch. Her face? Even her face? And her mouth? Why was she opening it? This fox was using her as casually as a urinal, and Tanner felt like a guy peering over the divider. She swallowed. Tanner felt a lump in his throat. He felt a primal urge to protect his mate, and towel her off, but he also felt suddenly repulsed. All these years she'd wanted to be peed on? Had he ever really known her? No, that was stupid, it was just a kink. A weird, gross one, but he was the one who kept asking for a threesome. Now he was paying the price. Lucas climbed onto the bed and stood there, his cock still dripping. He patted Tanner's head condescendingly. ``Feeling thirsty yet, Bunny Boy?''

Tanner thought maybe after the amount of urine Lucas had voided all over Angela, he meant Tanner had to give him a blowjob. Which he guessed he could give a try. But instead, a deep yellow stream leapt from the cross fox's dickhole, just as vigorous as before. Hot, pungent liquid washed over Tanner's chest and rained down on his crotch. He was soaking him, totally soaking him. This should have been completely disgusting, but he was getting hard from it! He guessed he could put up with this, for Angela's sake. She was masturbating as she watched. He could be brave for her.

Lucas suddenly raised his aim, showering Tanner's face in warm piss. Fuck, never mind! The rabbit thrashed around, trying to get away from the soaking, but Ramira's grip was like iron. It stopped. Tanner coughed, and looked defiantly up at the fox. ``Okay, there, you marked me. Fuck, your pee stinks, dude. Can I wash my face now?''

``I'm not done yet,'' the fox said. Tanner felt Ramira's clawed handpaw stroking up and down his shaft.

``Aren't you thirsty, bunny?'' she said, letting the sharp tips of her claws brush his sensitive skin. ``Don't worry, urine's mostly sterile.

``It tastes pretty good, actually,'' said Angela. She reached up and rubbed Lucas's thigh.

The stream began again, a thin, laser-straight jet of fox piss blasting against Tanner's lips. Despite his disgust, he felt some buried instinct to submit his life to the predator. He opened his mouth.

What the fuck was she talking about? This tasted horrible! No wonder they compared bad booze to piss. His tongue quickly went numb though. He shuddered, but accepted his fate and let it spill out the sides of his mouth.

Ramira finally let him go and crawled up to her husband, purring as he pushed the final few spurts out on her face. Angela, for her part, wrapped her arms around Tanner and kissed him. She was soaking wet. They both were. But he felt a little better about being marked now. It was true, they both had Lucas's foxy scent all over their fur. She pulled him down onto the bed. Ramira squatted over them, and with a sinister feline growl, said: ``Now it's my turn.''

The cougress released an acrid yellow waterfall that soaked Angela's head to the skin, then turned her attention to Tanner. She doused him in a torrent of foul cat piss. ``Dirty boy...'' she purred. ``Better swallow if you know what's good for you.''

``Yes! Make him swallow!'' Angela laughed, kicking her legs up and down.

``I feel betrayed,'' Tanner groaned. The cougress straddled his face. He felt her whiskers brush against his dick and immediately tensed. Then her tongue touched him. She was so much taller she had to crane her neck, and soon switched to using her hand, but kept rubbing his dick against her breasts. Between her legs, there was no way he could stay faithful to Angela. Her sleek brown fur, the succulent curves of her ass and tail, the glistening pink folds. He began to lick. FFwwsshhh! And on came the faucet. He choked and spluttered on her salty urine. Horrible, tongue-numbing... this was for Angela. Glick! He swallowed. Her stream waxed and waned. The flow stopped, but Lucas was showering his wife in another foxy stream. ``What the fuck? How big is your bladder?''

``Hers is a lot bigger,'' sad the cross fox. And sure enough, Ramira began to gush another flood of her acrid mark. She returned her profane attentions to Angela, drenching the panda in a geyser of cougar piss. Angela laughed and tried to cover herself against the stream. Out of husbandly instinct, Tanner tried to shield her with his body, but Ramira just laughed and shoved him down on the sodden bed. He was perhaps saved from being drowned only because Lucas distracted her with another spurt of piss right in the face. She tackled her husband, squatted over his face, and opened the floodgates, drenching every inch of the fox's body.

With all four furs now soaked in piss, the amorous encounter continued. Tanner's bladder was painfully full now, and he was about to excuse himself to the bathroom, but Angela settled down on top of him. She didn't seem comfortable: in fact, she was doing a potty dance herself, but he didn't want to ask her to move and ruin this moment, until he could take it no more.

``Sweetie, can you let me up? I have to pee!'' he said.

``Oh! You do?'' Angela hastily climbed off and rolled over, but when he tried to head for the bathroom she grabbed his hand.

``Not there,'' she said. ``Aren't you going to mark me?''

Tanner sniffed her still-wet fur. It reeked of piss, bearing both feline and vulpine strong, musky scents. A primal instinct arose within him. He could not let his mate be claimed by others. He had to cover her in his own scent. It felt so wrong and degrading to just pee on his wife and treat her like a toilet, but he knew deep down it was right. Fffsss... his stream foamed and hissed against her beautiful red fur. Yellow rivulets flowed down her body. He pissed right against her vulva, making the red panda gasp in pleasure. He saw Lucas and Ramira looking expectantly at him, so he gave them each a quick shower. They were guests in his house after all. They should bare his scent too. Then he returned his stream to his made, hosing down her face in golden liquid. She caught some in her hand and splashed it in her face, then opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and let her maw fill to the brim with a foaming golden lake.

This proved to be his undoing, as Tanner's bladder was barely empty when he was tackled into the lake of piss on the mattress by a sopping wet panda. She beamed down at him, her face and hair dripping urine onto him. She licked his muzzle. God, even soaked in piss, she was as beautiful as the day they met. ``I love you,'' he murmured, and put his arms around her. She dipped her crotch onto his, but changed her mind after a couple teasing rubs.

``I love you too,'' she said. ``I'm glad you talked me into this.'' Her smile became a look of blissful relief, and a warm, gentle waterfall poured down over his erect member. ``Mmm... maybe I can hold it a little longer.'' She crawled back and wrapped her lips around his soggy dick. ``Mmm... yummy bunny.''

Lucas took the opportunity to mount her while she sucked him off, and Ramira drenched her face in another yellow flood, but after that the other couple were busy with each other. Angela crawled onto him again and turned herself around until she was on top off him with his head between her legs, just where he belonged.

``You're about to get really wet,'' she warned. ``Unless you drink it. Are you okay with that?''

``For you, I'd drink gallons of your pee,'' Tanner said romantically, nuzzling and sniffing her crotch.

``Good, because I really drank a lot this evening.'' Angela released the flood that had been brewing all night. Pale yellow pee poured from the panda's pussy like a faucet, drenching Tanner's face. He lapped, slurped, and gulped. This was so much better than the cougar or fox's. Her pee had a taste that was salty, but not really offensive. Maybe that meant they were soulmates. All he knew was that the foursome was thrilling, but it had only made him love her more than ever. He was glad to be marked by his true love. Fffwwwshhh... her golden river flowed, and flowed, and flowed, filling his mouth, running down his face, and pooling under his head. He let out a gurgling moan of ecstasy, and came in her mouth.

``Man, I'm tired,'' Angela groaned a minute later as the four of them lay on the piss-drenched bed. ``Didn't realize how much getting tag teamed takes it out of you.''

``I think I have an idea,'' said Tanner. ``How about we wait to shower until morning.''


Day 18: Spanking

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Day 19: Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

Today, Kevin tried to catch a girl with her pants down. He'd made the ill-advised bet last night with his friends, and now that he was sober (well, more sober, he'd already had four beers this morning) the ground squirrel was having second thoughts as he lay down in the bushes on the grounds of the music festival, perfectly hidden from view.

He knew this was wrong. It was disgusting, perverted, immoral behavior to creep around in the bushes like this. It was a 21-and-up only event, but even so. Sure, he'd often imagined himself in similar positions of sexual espionage, watching old romantic comedy movies back in his teenage days: he'd long fantasized about elaborate underwear heists and peeping tom missions. But it would never have crossed the shy young chipmunk's mind to actually try anything like that: the ladies' locker rooms and dorms at his college remained sacrosanct from his prying eyes. But last night, after an argument had turned into a fistfight, he and his friends had sworn a drunken pact, and Kevin, as the most spineless and easy to manipulate of the group, had been chosen to undertake the top secret mission to settle the matter once and for all:

Did girls pee out of their vaginas?

Kevin thought it was only logical, after all, dudes peed and cummed from the same place, and he would know, being one himself. Tod and Brian maintained that they peed out their butts, while Brendan hypothesized the existence of a ``third hole.'' Dennis claimed that females of most species peed out of their nipples, but everyone knew he was just fucking with them.

So, that morning, after imbibing several cups of overpriced liquid courage, Kevin made his way to the venue restrooms, and the line of portapotties beside. As usual, there was a long, line, and Kevin, in an effort to get in the mindset of his prey, had intentionally held in his morning pee. Where would a desperate fur go? He followed his instincts into the woods beyond the plastic restrooms. He'd never try to sneak a peek inside a real bathroom stall or plant a hidden camera, but anyone going in the woods was, he rationalized, committing public urination, and so could hardly complain about him observing them from a place he had every right to be. With that in mind he thoroughly watered a tree and found his hiding spot: he commando-crawled through the bushes and peered out from the edge.

Sure enough, as the activity at the festival picked up and the restrooms and portapotties proved inadequate, numerous furs resorted to desperate measures and snuck out into the woods to pee. Kevin watched several females stumble past, legs pressed tight together, and several males either passed by or relieved themselves against the same tree he had used. But no female fur had picked the one spot he could see! His own bladder was refilling quickly. It began to throb and ache, making the ground squirrel fidget in his vigil. If this went on longer than he could hold it in, he resolved, he'd abandon his quest, admit defeat, and return to his friends in shame.

But then, a cheetah staggered out of the bushes in obvious distress. She was early twenties like him, he judged, wearing a t-shirt and short cutoff jeans, as well as a backwards ball cap. She was dancing from side to side with each step, and not to the beat of the distant, blaring music. Her hands were pressed to her crotch.

``Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' she muttered. She looked around, checking the coast was clear, and fumbled with her zipper. ``Why did I have to drink so much!''

Kevin couldn't believe his luck. The desperate and, he couldn't deny, very attractive cheetah tugged her pants down and squatted right in front of him! She suddenly stood up again, but only to pull down her panties, which she'd missed in her hurry before. She barely made it in time. A thick, powerful stream of pale yellow liquid gushed from between her legs, sweeping dead leaves and pine needles aside where it struck the ground and making a growing, foaming puddle. Kevin gasped in astonishment. This was really happening. She was peeing, right there in front of him! His heart pounded against the soil under him. His bladder also gave a sympathetic throb. All that liquid leaving her reminded him of his own pressing need. But he'd succeeded... nearly. Fuck, she wasn't at quite the right angle, he couldn't see! The direction and location the stream was coming out clearly proved Tod and Brian wrong (and Dennis, but everyone know he was making it up), but Brendan was still in the running. Was it coming out her vagina, or not? No! He couldn't lose this golden opportunity: he might not get another chance to see!

Carefully, gingerly, holding his breath, the ground squirrel scooted forward on his belly. Another inch, just another inch, and the truth would be revealed to him!

Then a twig snapped, just the slightest rustle, but the cheetah's ears twitched. She glanced to the side, right at Kevin!

``Hey, what the fuck!'' the cheetah shouted. She stood up and yanked her pants up in one smooth motion, but only got them up partway. Her hands had reacted faster than her bladder muscles, too: a final spurt soaked her shorts and panties. ``Argh! Shit!'' She stumbled back, tripped over her pants, and fell on her butt in the puddle. ``Fuck!'' she hissed, and glared right at Kevin. ``You!''

``Uh, I can explain!'' Kevin stammered. He tried to run for it, but his hoodie caught on a branch, stopping his escape and dropping him flat on his face again. He couldn't explain, of course. He tried to think of an excuse, like he'd had too much to drink last night and passed out there, but the furious feline didn't give him a chance.

``So, you like watching girls take a piss, do you you little creep?'' she snarled.

``Nn... no! This is all a misunderstanding. I, uhh, lost my wallet in these bushes!''

``Well here, how about I give you a closer look?''

Kevin could only stare in horror as the cheetah pulled her now dripping pants down again and squatted right in front of him with them around her ankles. Before he could even scream, she opened the floodgates again, dousing his face in a torrent of acrid feline fluids. It gushed out like a faucet, totally soaking his fur and splashing the ground around him.

``Acckphth! Fuck! Stop!''

``You like that you fuckin' perv?'' the cheetah stopped the flow.

Kevin coughed and choked. ``No more! I'm sorry, don't -''

``More? Okay!'' she pressure-washed him for another ten seconds. It was horrible, stinging his eyes and nose, and fuck, it was in his mouth! It tasted faintly of cheap beer, but also repulsively salty.

He finally thrashed his way free of the branches and crawled for safety, his eyes still closed due to the stinging liquid that had drenched his face.

``Where do you think you're going?'' the cheetah seized him and rolled him onto his back, then straddled the unfortunate chipmunk.

``Hel -''

``Shut up.'' She covered his mouth with her shoe. ``If you make too much noise, we both go down: me for public urination, you for spying on me. Got it?''

``Mmm-hmmm!'' Kevin whimpered.

``Good. I'll let you off with this warning if you tell me where you hid whatever camera you've got. Gimme your phone.''

``I left it in my tent! You can check my pockets and see. I wasn't filming, I just wanted to settle a bet!''

``A bet?''

Kevin blubbered out the full explanation. He tried to keep his eyes on the cheetah's face, and not her boobs or her naked pussy, but her glare was just so intimidating.

``Really?'' she hissed incredulously. ``That's basic women's anatomy! What the fuck were you doing in health class?''

``Laughing and putting condoms over bananas.''

The spotted cat rolled her eyes in disgust. ``That's the most pathetic excuse for spying I've ever heard of! Here! You wanna see so bad, then look!''

She spread her lower lips wide. Kevin stared down the barrel of the stranger's super-soaker. ``There's... two holes?''

FWWSSSSHHHHH... another jet of hot urine blasted his face, then the cheetah began to soak his hoodie in her gushing stream.

``Fuck! I'm sorry I spied on you! Please stop peeing on me!''

The cheetah lashed her tail distastefully. ``Okay, fine. I'll let you off with a warning for being a creep. I don't really mind that much anyway.''

``Oh. Thank you, you're very gracious. Can you let me go now?''

``If you'd just asked I'd have been happy to let you watch me pee. But you startled me and made me completely soak my pants, so I'm punishing you for that anyway. You're thirsty after waiting in those bushes for hours, right?''

``No! I drank four beers first, I'm not thirsty I swear! Please don't! Aaarglglbglglk! Gaaack! Fuucklglllk!''

Even after all that, the cheetah's bladder was nowhere near empty, and she did her best to drown Kevin in a foul flood of recycled festival beer for another thirty seconds. Despite his protests his mouth was parched since all the beer was going right through him, and without knowing what he was doing he swallowed several mouthfuls of the appalling liquid. When her stream ran dry at last, and the sound of running water faded, he heard... purring? He rubbed his stinging eyes. The cheetah was kneeling over him, blushing right through her fur. They made eye contact, and she hurriedly stood and pulled up her wet shorts.

``By the way, nice hoodie,'' she said. ``That band's awesome.''

``So's the one on your t-shirt,'' Kevin rose meekly. His bladder twinged, making him cross his legs. ``Fuck,'' he muttered. ``I forgot I had to pee too.'' He looked at the portapotties. No, he was completely soaked in piss. He took a stance in front of the tree he'd used before, and tried to unbutton his soggy jeans, only to remember that the cheetah was still standing right there.

``Umm, aren't you going back to the festival?'' he asked. ``Or to change your pants?''

``Oh, so you can watch me pee, but you need privacy? Is that how it works?''

``I thought you said you didn't mind me watching.''

``I don't, but I hate hypocrisy. Besides, if you're going to take a piss in public, you don't get to complain about having an audience, right?''

Kevin squirmed in discomfort. He'd been desperate before but now that gravity was acting on his beer-swollen bladder, he was on the verge of pissing his pants. He unbuttoned them and tugged his underwear down, trying to turn away from prying feline eyes. The cheetah looked hungrily at him.

``Please stop staring - hey, wait, do you like watching this?''

``Umm... no? What the fuck? Creep.''

Kevin found some shred of courage. ``Your hand is down your shorts!''

The cheetah hastily withdrew it. ``Shit. Okay, this all his a totally innocent explanation.''

``What?''

The cheetah blushed even harder. ``The truth is... my friends and I made a bet last night. They said guys could aim their pee standing up even without a boner, and they challenged me to prove it. I've been camped out here hiding in the bushes since 5 AM trying to catch some guy in the act. I saw you peeing on this tree when I got here actually.''

``What?'' Kevin yelped louder. ``That's... creepy! I feel violated!''

``Well, now you know how it feels. It doesn't matter though, you were facing the wrong way so I couldn't see. I was hiding all morning, and I couldn't hold it in anymore! I was about to pee myself, and I thought you were just some random dude who came out here, pissed, and went back to the concert!''

``That's the same thing I was doing, and you're calling me a hypocrite? And by the way, guys pee without a boner all the time! If you try to pee with one it goes everywhere!''

The cheetah put her hands on her hips and grinned. ``Prove it.''

``If you want to make things fair, then go back to your hiding spot and I'll pretend you aren't watching me!''

``Fine.'' The cheetah went to another patch of bushes a ways away and crawled under them, then poked her head out. Kevin prepared to inundate the tree trunk. ``Wait, not that way, I can't see! Stand somewhere closer!''

Kevin obeyed.

``Closer. And turn so I can see you.''

``Is this good?''

``I guess it'll have to do,'' the cheetah said with a scowl. ``Although, if you really want to make things fair, I guess I overreacted a little by drenching you. So you can give me a closer look, if you want.''

Day 20: Watersports

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

Day 21: Panties & Lingerie

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

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