She laughed, a short, clear sound. "Whatever, we're both adults." Now she began to blush. "Besides, isn't it more fun to go in the stream? I kind of like the sound it makes..."

My stomach was up in my throat and apparently I was no longer master of my body, as I had lost the ability to swallow and breathe and bluhhhhhhh. Was she suggesting we both piss together? I mean, she was right, we're both adults. And most normal people would probably shrug, piss, and move on with their lives. But this is piss we're talking about here, and if there is one thing that will get Red harder than a fucking diamond in a snowstorm, it's piss.

I managed to nod, then somehow I got my mouth working again. I pointed a claw at her boots, not nearly high enough to keep her dry in the creek. I was wearing big friggin green waders. Not the fashion accessory of the century, but my paws stayed dry. "But you'll get soaked," I managed to croak out, muzzle feeling like it was full of cotton.

Her face was beet red as she knelt down and began to untie her boots. Looking at my crotch for a moment- I realized then I had probably pitched a decent tent in my pants as my cock had definitely extended from its sheath- she looked up and locked her blue-green eyes on mine and said, "Maybe I want to get soaked."