It was a rainy yet warm Saturday afternoon in June.  Dave was in his flat, which was newly rented just a few weeks ago.  Rain gently splattered against the just slightly opened window as he stared out.  A refreshingly cool breeze whisped through, easing the slightly muggy air.   He was watching the flowing streams of water rushing down the sides of the street running into the gutters, yet at the same time he was miles away, daydreaming.  The TV was on in the background but he wasn’t paying any attention to it.  He and Steve were due to go out and play football that day but the game was called off due the weather, so he was feeling a little blue.  It was going to be his first game in weeks as he had been banned from the last two games, having not waited for the ref that day as instructed.  He sighed gently.  Steve, his best, had gone over to his flat earlier that day so they could go out to the game together but had decided to stay so they could keep each other company.  They had just recently, about a month ago, become allot closer due to an event in their football clubs locker-room, which ended up making a wonderful situation out of a bad one… Steve was sat on the sofa, watching the program that was on.  It was only the second or third time he’d seen his friends flat.  Neither of them had bothered to change out of there football kits, not even there trainers, since the call came saying the game was off half-an-hour ago.  Well.  Dave hadn’t wanted to, as the kit was his favourite clothes.	
“Come and sit down.” Asked Steve, “Just staring out of the window isn’t going to change the weather!”
	Dave snapped out of the daydream, his ears shooting upright, slightly spooked by Steve’s voice. He turned away from the window and looked at him.  As soon as he did so, a warm smile came across his foxy muzzle as he patted the sofa space next to him.
	“Come on then..”  He said cheerfully.  Dave walked towards the sofa and flopped down into the space next to his best friend, exhaling dramatically.
	“Ohh, it’s not all that bad!” reassured Steve as he placed a fuzzy paw on Dave’s leg.  “At least we have more alone time now!”
	“Yeah…” whispered Dave, suddenly smiling.  He placed his paw on top of Steve’s.  “You always make me feel better about things…” he said before giving Steve a little peck on the cheek. 
He started watching the TV with Steve and noticed it was a cartoon of which the episode had probably been on for the millionth time that week.
	“Have you seen this one?” Dave asked Steve.
	“Yeah…  Loads of times…”
	“Anything else on?” the bunny enquired.
	“Let’s look…” Steve held the remote up to the receiver and started channel hopping across the “favourite channels” setting, yet channel after channel was just showing the same old programs that had been aired countless times before.  “This is ridiculous…  I don’t know why you bother paying for satellite anymore.  All they show is repeats!”
	“Heh…  yeah, I know what you mean.” Agreed Dave.  “Why not browse some other channels we wouldn’t usually look at…  There must be hundreds…”
	“OK” replied Steve.  After a few moments of channel surfing, Steve came across a channel showing a bizarre Japanese game show.  He paused.  “Heh…  Actually, now I think about it, I’ve seen this show before.  These contestants do the craziest stuff!”
	“Can’t say I’ve seen it.” Admitted the slightly curious rabbit.
	“Wanna check it out?” asked Steve.
	“May as well….”  
Dave was trying to work out what was going on and it suddenly became apparent.  The contestants were being forced to drink 2 lts of water and then they had to hold on for as long as possible before running off to a toilet.  A time-lapse camera was showing the contestants running off-screen one by one.
	Thought’s started rushing through Dave’s mind about the situation.  He was barely concentrating on the TV now, nor was he concentrating on what was going on in his pants.  His heart beat rose slightly and he felt a cold rush across his cheeks.  He heard Steve chuckling so looked at him.  His eyes were fixated to the screen.  All Dave could think about was wetting himself, especially in his favourite blue football kit, all smooth and silky, shining in the light.
	“This is messed up!” Steve chuckled, still fixated to the screen.
	“Err.. Yeah!” said Dave, gingerly.  He was sub-consciously caressing the material in his paws…  So smooth…  By now he was fully erect and he had a blatantly obvious tent in his shorts.  Steve was sniggering about the program, then in the corner of his eye he saw Dave’s crotch.  He looked directly at it.  A puzzled look came across his face.
	“Urm…”  Stammered Dave as his ears flopped to the side of his head.  “I…”
	“What’s got you up?” Steve enquired.  He looked at the screen, then back at Dave again.  “You...  Is THIS turning you on?”  Dave started blushing.
	“Urmm…. I…  I kinda…”
	“Yeah?” interrupted Steve smiling, really curious now.  Dave gulped.
	“I didn’t want you knowing this…” The bunny continued.
	“Knowing what?”
	“It’s embarrassing…” said Dave, muzzle blushing ever brighter.  After a short pause the fox again placed his paw on the rabbits leg, gently squeezing and continued.
	“You know you can tell me anything, hon...  I won’t judge you!” he reassuring replied.
“Ok…  I…”  It was difficult to get out…  He bit his lip and went for it.  “I have a fetish of wetting myself!”  he blurted out.  Steve went silent.  Dave felt as if his was shrinking he was that embarrassed.   “It’s…  Kinda gross, I know…”
	“Aww….  Are you blushing?”  enquired the fox before hugging Dave.  “I don’t care what you’re into!  I love you!”  He sat back up again.
	“You…  You mean you don’t mind?  I’ve been trying to keep this a secret from you..”
	“Hee hee..” sniggered Steve.  “You didn’t need to do that.  I’m open minded about these things!”
	It was such a relief for Dave to hear, but he still had a linked secret that he wanted to get out….  The final, major one he had never told his best friend in the world before.
	“Then I need to tell you something else…”  he said in a fairly shaky voice.  “Please don’t get mad.”
	“Heh…  Related to this?” Steve asked.
     	“Yeah…”
Steve squeezed Dave’s leg a little harder.  “I promise.  Nothing you could tell me about your kinks would make me mad.” Assured the kind fox.
	“Well…  I can’t say that I haven’t, in the past, fantasised about…  you… wetting your pants…  Especially in those shorts…  You know how much I love them…”  Dave looked away and closed his eyes in disgust, expecting a negative response, be it upset or angry, yet he was shocked with the reply.
	“Oooo…  You kinky little bunny!” the fox wooed in a silly manner, before squeezing the rabbits still erect bulge playfully.  	
“Y..  You really don’t mind?” stammered Dave, amazed at the response.
	“Naaahhh… Course not!  They’re only thoughts!  I love you! And yesss, I know how much you love these nylon shorts, that’s why I left them on.  For you.” He replied, sticking his tongue out and playfully rubbing his own crotch.
Dave gulped.  He was turned on by the fox rubbing around the shiny material and also relived by his answer. 
He had to get one more question out that had been bugging him for weeks to clear his mind and wondered if he dare ask.  Steve went back to watching the program, as if nothing had happened, which was on to another round in the show.  Dave still couldn’t really believe how lightly Steve had taken the whole situation.  He went ahead and asked.
	“I…  I don’t want to push it, but… would you be open minded enough…  to…  actually do it?...  For me?  Would you…  wet yourself?”
	Steve looked away from the telly towards Dave, but not directly at either the TV or Dave, as if in deep thought.  “I’m sorry…  That was rude of me…  I shouldn’t have said…” Dave stammered, before being interrupted.
	“No, no, it’s ok...” replied Steve.  Well…  I don’t know.  I must be honest, it’s nothing I’ve personally thought of….”  He looked at Dave, “yet..  strangely, as I think about it, I’m not exactly put off by the idea…”  He looked at the window in thought, which was still being battered by rain before looking at his bunny friend again. “To be honest, I have no strong feeling either way about it.”  He then half closed his eyes and pulled a cheeky face, knowing what he would next say would thrill his bunny friend.  “I suppose I could do it…”  he cooed, before leaning forward just an inch toward Dave, “For you…”
	Dave literally at this point had to stop himself from spooging in his pants right there and then.  He thought he was dreaming.  He never imagined he would ever get his friend to do it.
	“How do you want to go about it?” Steve asked sexily…
	Dave looked at the telly, and although the program had moved on, he didn’t hesitate even for a moment.  
	“Like they did, minus the toilet”  He said.  “Let’s drink a whole load and see who can hold it in the longest.”
	“Ok, if you want…” giggled the positive fox.  “In these shorts, I presume.” He whispered, smiling.
“Oh, God, yes!” came the answer, the bunny grasping his crotch in excitement while looking at his friends.  He began imagining all the dirty things that would happen to those shorts if it came to it.  He shook them off.
“OK then!” Piped up Steve.  “Let’s get the drinks down us!”
“You mean now?” asked a very surprised rabbit at how quickly events were unfolding.
“Why not?  Don’t know when I’ll next be over!”  He jumped up off the sofa and made his way to the kitchen.  Dave got up and followed just behind.  He still couldn’t believe how willing Steve had been about it all.  It still felt like a dream.
	“Are…  Are you really sure you don’t mind going ahead with this?” he asked the cheerful fox.
	“Heh heh…  No need to keep asking, I said I would, and all I want is for you to be happy!” He replied.
By now they had reached the kitchen and Steve stood by the sink.  “So where d’you keep the glasses?” he asked.
“Oh…  Just a sec..” Dave replied.  He went into a cupboard and fished out a set of 8 large tumblers.  “How about four each?” he asked.
“Ok!” the fox replied.  “Pass them here!”
Dave did as he was asked.  Steve started to fill them up one by one, lining them up on the counter in two groups of four.  It seemed Steve had taken control of this game, but that was like him, to help his friend out in any way.  Still, Dave couldn’t believe his enthusiasm to do something new like this, but then, I guess that is how the fox had always been, again, so keen and positive about everything!
“Right…  I guess we should each drink a glass at a time so we both have the same amount!”  He took a glass and passed it to the bunny, before taking one himself.  “Ready?  GO!”  Steve readily started gulping down the first glass, and Dave followed suit just after.  They finished off the first glass and slammed them down.  “Quick!  Here’s the next!”  Again, Steve passed another glass over and the two of them started gulping down the cold liquid.  “Third glass!” he piped up.  Dave started drinking the third glass but it was starting to become more difficult.  He could tell his stomach was filling up.  Both of them were starting to struggle but managed just about to get it down.  “Last glass!!” Steve shouted.  For the last time, David took the glass and started drinking.  About a quarter of the way down, he was really starting to struggle, as was Steve.  Steve looked through the glass at Dave struggling and almost choked giggling.  “Tough now, isn’t it?” he giggled, before going back to it.
“I..  I don’t know if I can…”  Dave said.
“Yeah we can…  Just force it down!”  Dave tried, but his stomach was slightly starting to ache with the full-ness.  He took a deep breath and forced the last half down, just as Steve was doing at the same time…  “Ohh…” muttered Steve.  “My stomach aches a little..”
“it’ll pass..” assured Dave.  “I..  I’m used to it” he said, slightly embarrassed.  It seemed for a second Dave was being the enthusiastic one.  “Well…  It’ll probably be a while before it takes effect…  Wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure!” replied Steve.
And so, Dave and Steve went back into the lounge to put on a movie, water very prominently swishing about in their stomachs.  They sat down and Dave was still fully erect over the whole situation.  
“Hee hee… Still exited I see!” laughed Steve, poking the bunny’s bulge.
“Err…  Hee..  Yeah…” Dave gingerly laughed back.

During the process of the movie, Dave could feel the need to pee slowly coming on.  He noticed Steve was rocking his legs in and out just slightly.
“Getting desperate yet?”  he sarcastically asked.
“I’m coping!” was the reply, slightly nervous.
“You suuuuure?” Dave asked again, grasping the fox’s silky crotch and rubbing it.  He felt his friends floppy penis and wished he would go there and then, right in his paw, but alas, he didn’t.  Steve gently pushed the bunny’s arm away.
“No trying to get me to pee, cheater!” he said, sticking a tongue out.  Dave sighed and the both went back to the film.

Two and-a-half hours had now passed and the movie had finished.  Now that he thought about it, Dave was really quite desperate.  He too had started rocking his legs to subdue the desperate feeling.  He looked over to Steve who was occasionally grasping his crotch.  Seeing his friend groping his own crotch while wearing those shorts he loved so much really started to turn him on.  He felt as if he had an erection coming on again, though he was so desperate to pee, it didn’t happen.
As for Steve, he’d never held on for so long to ever feel this desperate, and it was turning him on.  He never imagined that this sort of thing would give him a kick, but it really did.  His only thoughts right now were to really concentrate and not think about needing the bathroom.  A thought occurred.
“Mmmff…  Perhaps we should go into the kitchen where at least there’s lino?” he said.  “We wouldn’t want to mess the sofa up!”
“OK…” answered Dave.  They both got up and the stinging in their bladders hit home when they stood up straight.
“Mmmmmfffff….” Steve groaned as he waddled, legs together, grasping his crotch, heading towards the kitchen, Dave doing much the same just behind.  They looked so silly.  As they headed towards the kitchen, dirty thoughts once again entered Dave’s mind as he saw his best foxy friend walking like this in front of him, desperate to pee.  He grasped his crotch even harder and squeezed his willy up and down, turned on also by the smooth silky feeling of his shorts in his fuzzy paws.  
Once they reached the kitchen, they faced each other and Steve really looked like he wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.  He was now stood firmly grasping his crotch, just slightly bent over, top half of his legs tightly together and bending his knees so the bottom half of his legs stuck out and his trainers faced inward, rocking from left to right foot on his tip-toes, tail swishing madly behind him.  He too also felt he should have a massive erection now, totally immersed by this feeling of desperation that he had never experienced before, but also being so desperate, it didn’t happen.  Dave just wrapped his arms around his stomach taking care not to squash his bladder, which felt like an over inflated balloon stuck inside him, stood straight, legs also clenched tight together.  Steve saw this and it just made things worse.  It made him realise that his best friend was going through exactly what he was and just loved the thought that Dave was enjoying the desperate feeling just as much he was.  The two of them just knew, any moment, ONE of them was about to loose.  Dave was now at bursting point and knew that it was going to happen any moment.  He was determined not to get beaten by a first timer at this, yet he could feel rise after rise of pee trying to escape.
“I.. I don’t know…  How much longer I can hold on!!” he said, almost as if he was in pain.”
“Eeee…”  Me toooo!” admitted the fox excitedly, still bouncing from one foot to another.
Dave then grasped his crotch is shear desperation and rolled his soft foreskin around through his shorts and was now becoming very aroused at the thought of wetting his favourite blue shorts, getting off to the fact this would be the last time to enjoy them dry, and wasn’t paying enough attention…  The shear desperation was overwhelming, and he pressed in too hard against his bladder.  He felt just the tiniest amount of wee squirt sharply through the end of his foreskin…  A cold shiver ran down his spine as he continued to rub his shorts, hoping it was his imagination.  The surface of his shorts were still dry but he stuck his paw in his shorts and grasped his briefs.  He felt a very slight dampness on his undies after a few rubs.  He took his paw out of his shorts and grasped them again.  Yes.  Still dry on that layer.  He started blushing, knowing that he was now probably done for but continued to firmly grasp his shorts, squishing his penis in and out of his crotch.  He carried on holding tight, not wanting his foxy friend to know that he had technically won now,  since he HAD wet himself, albeit a tiny amount and was desperately fighting back the urge.   Steve had noticed the change in colour in the bunnies muzzle.
“Ohhhh…  I think you’re loosing it hon!”  he wooed while still so desperate himself, kneeling and raising, pulse after pulse of wee trying to escape being unnaturally held back..  “I think you’re going to go first!!  NIAGARA FALLS!!  NIAGARA FALLS!!”  He teased.  All Dave could think about was the fact he was now damp, even though just slightly, and he felt another gush forcefully shoot out of his foreskin, warm and wet, while tweaking it with is paws through his silky blue shorts,  Moments later, he felt it coming through his briefs and this time, through to the surface of his shorts.
“Stop iiiit!  You’re cheating!” he cried in a childish voice.  He felt the tiny wet patch on his shorts, tweaking it around, but it was small enough to conceal under his paws.  Dave had no idea how his friend, a first timer at this, was coping so well.
“Come on, you must be close!” asked Dave. 
The desperately hopping fox was, but wasn’t going to admit it.  He also just pressed his willy hard, in and out of his crotch, which was just about keeping him going, but he too was on the verge of a spurt coming out!
All Dave could now think about was Niagara Falls.  The teasing fox had implanted it into his mind and the bunny knew this was his last chance to win this.  He groaned away, still tightly grasping and tweeking his fuzzy foreskin through his shorts, rolling around the damp patch, when he thought about his friend wetting himself again.  As he did, a third spurt of hot wee shot out.  He panicked at this and so a forth, now larger gush slipped through.  He felt it spreading slowly across the inside his pants, warm and wet..  It felt so good.  Moments later, he felt it coming through his shorts and he desperately tried to keep it concealed under his paws, sqeezing away.
“Hhhhnnnnnnn…..” he whined, now just slightly rocking, legs still clamped together from above the knee,  the patch now blatantly wet, not just damp.  Something about feeling both wet and dry material together made the bunny all the more aroused and so a fifth spurt came out and it was over.  It spread across his shorts and he could no longer cover the wet patch properly, and the feeling of wetness was crying to his system to open the floodgates.  Steve was watching carefully and saw just the slightest darker blue patch on the bunnies shiny nylon shorts..
“OH, I THINK I WIN!!” he shouted!  “I see that wet patch between your fingers!” he gloated.  Dave knew there was no point trying to hide anything anymore.  
“Awww…”  he sobbed, ears flopping to the side of his head.  He quivered for just a moment.
“Hmmmm…  I…  I’m gonna wet myseeeeelf!” he cried, like a bunny kit, which made Steve uncomfortably aroused.  Suddenly, Dave relaxed and grasped his foreskin tight.  The discomfort in his bladder stopped and he felt his foreskin ballooning up with wee rapidly.  He couldn’t hold onto it for more than a few short moments before he let go of the pressure.  Instantly in his shorts he felt a torrent of hot wet pee cascading through his foreskin, unable to contain it anymore.  As soon as he felt it, he instantly let go of his shorts, put his arms to the side and watched his shorts.  The slightest “phssss” noise could be heard.  Steve looked in awe as the wet patch expanded rapidly.  The rabbit felt it soaking the once dry fluffy fur contained in his briefs, flooding around his balls.  It started dripping from the rim of his shorts at his knees.  It was also running down his fluffy legs, soaking the fur before running into his socks and trainers, but he just didn’t care.  It was beautiful.  A continuous wave of pee was flooding into his briefs and football shorts and it felt great.
“Oh, God that’s better!” he sighed.  “This…  Feels…  So gooood.” He churred, closing his eyes.
Steve watched in amazement as this pool formed below him.  “God, that’s hot!” he admitted.  “I didn’t know what I was missing all this time!”  Just the slightest whiff of pee was now in the air, but it was barely noticeable, probably because in was so dilute from all the water, but it was just the right amount to set the fox off.  Steve’s heart was pounding a mile a minute now.  For him the kick was seeing his best friend wet himself, with nothing he could do about it, like a little cub who couldn’t find a bathroom quickly enough, yet at the same time doing it willingly.  His eyes were fixated on the bunny wetting his pants, whining with pleasure.  Eventually, the flow slowly died off.  The noise of escaping pee silenced and the last drips of pee round the rim of the shorts slowed shortly after.  His shorts felt heavy and were soaked through, along with his furry crotch and legs.  A huge wet patch covered the front of them, which now had bulge growing in them, and even the bottom of his t-shirt was wet.  He wriggled his toes and felt the pee squishing in his socks and trainers.  It was still beautifully warm.  He chured at it before looking at Steve, who was still disparately holding it in.  “It’s YOUR turn now!” he said.
“You know, I WANT to do it.  That was hot!” admitted the fox.  Those words really did almost make Dave spooge in his pants.   He stood still, heart pounding still about this new experience he was about to discover. He too squished his willy around just a few more times to consider this was the last time he’d be dry before ending up like his bunny friend.  He let go of his crotch, looked at Dave and jokingly whimpered like a cub;
“I need the twoileeet!!…” he cried before looking down on his own football kit, relaxing into a moan.  
  Dave was fixated on the fox’s crotch.  He was about to see his best friend do what he had only ever before dreamed of.  He saw the dry shiny shorts transform.  From the centre of them, a dark, wet patch appeared and grew rapidly.  Once again the “phsss” noise could be heard.  Wee was now running down the fox’s furry legs into his trainers and also from the rim of his shorts, splashing on the floor around him, another pool of wee forming.  Now he felt like the helpless cub that couldn’t do anything about this and the thought drove him wild.   Bigger and bigger the patch grew and Dave felt the warm fuzz of an orgasm coming on.  He continued to watch in amazement as his best friend wet himself, wearing his favourite clothes, and was ecstatic that quite literally, his dreams had come true.  He reached out and grasped the fox’s peeing bulge, making him yelp just slightly, but Steve didn’t seem to mind.  Wee was shooting into the rabbits paw through the smooth wet material, but it wasn’t enough.  Spontaneously, he rushed at Steve and grabbed him, forcing the fox’s peeing crotch into his own.  He hugged Steve tightly and Steve did the same back.  Instantly, the bunny once again felt the warm flow of pee flood his shorts, yet this time it was his friends, as the fox continued to pee through his own shorts into the horny rabbit’s while in the embrace of a hug.  Pee was splashing all around both of their pairs of trainers.
“Y..Yes…” whispered Steve as he continued to pee right into his best friends crotch.  “This…  Feels amazing…”  a blush coming across his face.
“Ohh…  I love you for this” Dave whined as the tingling feeling in his crotch grew and grew.  He just couldn’t hold back.  The wonderful feeling bubbled up and hit him.  His penis flinched in his shorts and his knees grew weak.  He held Steve even tighter, panting heavily, as he ejaculated for the first time ever without the aid of a paw, like a waking wet-dream, in his tightly squashed wet crotch.  Pulse after pulse of sticky spooge forced it’s way into his pee-soaked briefs, the euphoric feeling rushing through his whole body.  “Ohh, God!” he whined in a high pitch voice, almost collapsing to his knees.  Steve had felt the flinching of the bunny’s penis and it felt so right, he knew what had happened.  As the flinches died down, Dave continued panting into the foxes shoulder.  Moments later, Steve’s flow of wee ceased.  The hugged for a good 30 seconds more, Dave feeling warm and fuzzy.  Wet and warm crotches still pressed tightly together.  Both of them panting, Steve still feeling so damn frisky. 
Dave stepped back, deeply panting.  “Th…  That was the best fucking orgasm I have EVER had...” he grunted.
“If only I’d know what I’d be missing out on, I’d have done this years ago!” admitted Steve sheepishly.  “Wetting myself, especially pressed up against you!  That spontaneous move of you hugging me… was great!  I’m..  I’m.” he stammered.  He looked at Dave’s soaked clothes, then looked at himself, in much the same state.  He couldn’t help it, he felt too horny.   He thrust his still warm, wet crotch back into Dave’s, both of them spontaneously hugging once again, grinding his hard-on up and down the wet squelchy shorts housing the bunnies still rock hard penis.  Now too for him, he felt the sensation coming on.  He started panting heavily…  “I’m…..” and almost instantly, he collapsed right down onto his knees, tightly shutting his eyes, pumping string after string of gooey spooge into his soaked briefs and nylon shorts.  Dave watched in amazement as he saw the fox’s wet bulge flinching over and over. “I love you!...” was all Steve got out.  He just knelt there, the sensation dying off and he opened his eyes.  He lay down onto his back in a dry patch, still panting, a massive smile on his face.  Dave got on the floor and lay next to him.
“Hoped you’d like it as much as me.” He happily said.  A smile came across Steve’s face but he said nothing.  He was still slightly buzzing from the whole experience.  They lay side-by-side for a couple of minutes before feeling the wetness become cold.
“Maybe it’s just the “accident”, but I think I have a new-found love for these shorts.  I know now why you love them.”  Steve said.  “The feeling of wetting the very shorts we would usually be playing a game of football in so innocently…  Felt so good…”
“I’d love it if you did love them as much as me…” replied Dave.  Steve just nodded slowly, eyes shut again.  He wriggled his toes.  “Heh…  My fur is soaked, my pants are soaked, my shorts are soaked, my t-shirt is soaked, my socks are soaked…  And my trainers are soaked, but I love it...”  A few more quiet, satisfied moments passed before out of no-where, Dave asked a question.
“It hardly seems the time or place, but…. Will you move in with me?” he asked.  The fox just turned and looked at him. He continued.  “I want to be more than friends now.”  Steve knew what was coming and had a tear in his eye.  “Will you be my partner?” the bunny asked.
“Oh, Dave!” he cried.  “Yes!  I’ve waited ages to hear you ask this!  I love you!”  They hugged each other tight, cold wetness squished together, but neither of them cared.  “I want to be with you forever!” a tearful fox said.
“And me with you…” said Dave, now almost on the edge.  The hugged for a few minutes more before Steve piped up giggling:  
“But first, let’s get out of these dirty, wet clothes and clean up.”  Dave just sniggered…..