It was a busy night at the art gallery, and Gwen couldn't be more pleased with the turnout. The brown spaniel had spent months working on her latest project, a ten-part portrait series of dogs and their favorite foods. The gallery owner had been impressed by her work and was happy to feature her as part of the local art exhibit.
As she walked around her paintings, mingling with the guests and answering questions about her inspiration, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had never expected her work to be displayed in such a prestigious venue, and she was proud of herself for achieving her dreams.
But as the evening went on, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort in her lower belly. The puppy had been so excited to see her work being shown that she had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving home. She knew she should have gone earlier, but it was too late now. She had to talk to the patrons and answer their questions. The spaniel pup just had to hold it in until the end of the night.
Gwen tried her best to focus on the conversation, but the pressure in her abdomen was growing more intense as the evening went on. She could feel her bladder straining against her muscles, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer. She did her best to discreetly press her thighs together, but it wasn't much help.
"Are you al'wight?" Zephyr, a chubby goberian puppy and her boyfriend, asked, noticing the spaniel's distress. "You look like you're in pain."
"I'm fine," Gwen insisted, not wanting to make a scene. "I just need to use the restroom." She whispered.
"Why don't you go now?" Zephyr whispered back.
"I can't. I have to stay and talk to everyone." Gwen was grimacing and trying to hold a friendlier smile.
There were a lot more people in attendance than she anticipated. Bipeds and wilders both shuffled around the gallery, critiquing and enjoying the art. A patron approached Gwen to ask her something.
"This painting is lovely," a high-class biped wolf lady said. "What made you decide to do a painting of a hotdog with mayo? That's a strange condiment for a hotdog. And who's this lucky pup getting to eat it?"
"Oh, uh," Gwen stammered, trying to keep her mind off her growing need. "That's my friend, Zuma. He loves hotdogs!"
"I can tell," the lady chuckled. "It looks like he's about to devour the whole thing in one bite!"
Zephyr chuckled thinking back to the in-joke that inspired that painting. "He sure is."
The lady walked away and Gwen sighed in relief. The goberian's presence was helping her keep calm.
"Go to the w'estroom," he whispered. "I'll take care of everything."
Gwen shook her head. She knew she was the one who had to talk to the guests.
"I can handle it for a few minutes," Zephyr insisted. "Tw'ust me."
He was right, Gwen could feel the pressure in her bladder building, and if she didn't take his offer soon, she was going to have a problem on her paws.
"Okay." The spaniel snuck off to find the restroom. She whimpered when she saw that the gallery only had one, and a small queue had formed on the benches outside the restroom. Her paws clenched. She had to go so bad, and if she made a mess here she would definitely get kicked out and never welcomed back to the gallery again...
The spaniel found an empty hall off to the side to pace around in. The fullness of her bladder was picking at something pleasant in the back of her mind, and she tried focusing on that in hopes it would help her hold it just a bit longer. It felt kind of nice, but it was hard to concentrate on anything but her pressing need.
She closed her eyes and tried pressing her legs together again, but that only added pressure. She was going to lose it any second now. Upon opening her eyes she saw Zephyr waddling towards her.
"There you are, I saw the line outside and got worried." Zephyr said.
"Is there still a line?" Gwen grunted.
"Yeah, sorry." Zephyr looked around and approached a door. "But I have an idea." He used his telekinesis to open the door. Inside was a small closet with mops and towels. Zephyr went in and faced Gwen. "Get inside."
"I can't pee in a storage closet!" Gwen's whisper came out louder than intended, and she looked around to make sure no-one was nearby to hear her.
"Just get in before you wet yourself out there."
Gwen hesitated. She didn't like the idea of using a mop bucket, but it was either that or an accident, and she had no other choice. The spaniel quickly shuffled into the closet and Zephyr closed the door behind her. It was a tight fit. The two pups squishing into each other as Gwen turned around, her tail draped on top of Zephyr's head.
"Alright, where's the bucket Zephyr? Ah!" Gwen felt Zephyr's wet tongue on her pussy. "Stop that. *Mmff*." Gwen moaned as his tongue tickled her pussy. "What are you trying to do!?"
Zephyr chuckled and kept licking until Gwen couldn't hold it anymore. With a telling shiver Zephyr was ready right on time and pressed his open lips against her. Gwen let out a surprised moan as she started peeing into the goberian's mouth. She could feel him sucking as the stream flowed down his throat.
"Oh my gosh," she whispered. She couldn't believe she was peeing into Zephyr's mouth. She didn't know why, but the feeling of peeing into someone's mouth was actually fun. This was a new and very intimate experience. Gwen relaxed and enjoyed emptying her bladder into her boyfriend. She let out a sigh as the last trickle drained from her bladder and Zephyr finished drinking the last of her pee.
"Ahhh." Zephyr exhaled.
"Was that really necessary?" Gwen asked.
"Well this way no-one's gonna smell you." Zephyr smacked his lips and opened the door. "And I was getting thirsty anyway."
"Well I'm glad you're satisfied," the spaniel smirked and left the closet. She shook herself off and went back to see to the patrons.
Zephyr was right. That was a handy, if odd, solution to the problem. And she learned something new about her boyfriend. Perhaps they could have some more fun with it later...