The early morning light shone in brightly through the little gaps in the blinds, casting stripes of sunlight across the brightly colored room, illuminating an unmade bed and its occupant, passed out from exhaustion and ecstasy. The sheets were cast off from her body, loosely covering her ankles but no more. The serenity of the room was, however, entirely ruined by the fetid state of the bed, its owner, and all of its dressings. The blanket, a pristine white quilt with floral prints, now bore a telltale speckling of light golden spots, its edge further stained from having been dipped in wetness. Said wetness had long since soaked through the rest of the bed, leaving behind a large, ragged-edged ring which bulged into a more egg-like shape where her body had contoured the mattress beneath her. A few spots near her body had been stained a slightly darker color from her mess having mingled with her urine and ejaculate. On her right, near the edge of the bed, several large brown smears indicated where she had straddled her body pillow, which still lay on the carpet below, its soaked mass and messy exterior no doubt leaving further evidence on the white carpet as it lay drying.

The mouse herself lay in the center of her mess, her lightly-colored fur matted and stained with smeared feces, still matted with wetness beneath her where she had slept in her puddle. Between her legs lay a smoky-colored starburst, where she had rubbed her mess across her backside and folds before smearing it further up her body, leaving long streaks from her filthy digits. A paw-print was imprinted on her left breast, and even her muzzle bore a lipstick of filth. The shredded remains of her panties lay just beside her pillow; the blue-and-mint stripes were stained over with various shades from having been wet, filled, cum into, and then sucked on.


The previous night, though it had left the little blonde mouse in a state of pure bliss, would also turn out to be completely irreparable.

Chelse awoke slowly, coming to in a haze. She had slept...on her back? Without her body pillow? She pondered to herself, slowly, as she began to stretch and sit up. Feeling the slickness under her butt, the stickiness of her matted fur, brought her memory screaming back to her. Her bloodshot eyes snapped open, looking around frantically. Though she was at this point nose-blind, her eyes were quite unforgiving. Taking in the sheer scope of the damage to her bed, she leapt onto her feet, landing on her pillow and feeling a cool wetness squelch under her. Looking down with a panic, she nearly squealed, seeing her pillow now releasing a wave of cold, deeply-colored liquid right into the growing spot on the carpet. Before she could step off, the deed was already done, and her wet footpaws now left prints on the previously unscathed parts of her carpet. Throwing off the sheets (but not too fast, so as not to cause even more mess), she looked on in horror as she peeled back each layer of her bed, every single one deeply and irreparably stained. Nearly trembling, she lifted the fitted sheet, her fears now fully realized as a stain nearly as big and clear as the one on her sheets lay drying across the quilted surface of her mattress. Panicking, her eyes darted around the room to take in the kind of trouble she was in, every second only growing worse. Her alarm clock read 10:05, about three hours later than she normally woke for school. She knew it was Wednesday; she was already missing her first class at the very least, and probably her second by the time she got dressed--and that was if she had just simply overslept. Her body was completely filthy; there was no way she could cover up without ruining more of her clothes, and her naked body would be smelled if not seen if she even attempted to sneak to the bathroom or laundry to shower and gather cleaning supplies. Though her siblings were all at school, she was not sure if her parents were home. They usually ignored her, but with the kind of luck she was having, she doubted at least one of them was not home. In fact...her heart sank with dread as she realized she was likely already discovered. Her alarm had either not been set, or had been turned off. Her door remained closed, her slumber undisturbed, despite her record of perfect attendance. No amount of parental neglect would allow such an unusual event to go unchecked.

Her fears seemed unsubstantiated, however, as she remained undisturbed while she frantically attempted to minimize the damage, cleaning what she could as best as she possibly could. She even managed to give herself a cold, brisk shower, vowing to give herself a deeper clean and heavily perfume her fur with shampoo after all of this. She scooped up what she could of her panties and mess into a trash bag, which she double-bagged and hid for later disposal, stripped her sheets and pillow, throwing them into the washing machine before gathering as many cleaning supplies as she could to attempt to clean her carpet and mattress. Her family had plenty of relevant supplies; having baby siblings meant such sprays were necessary. She only hoped that they would be anywhere near as strong or effective as she needed them to be. This, however, proved not to be the case, as the sprays were meant to be used immediately, and even warned that deeper or tougher stains such as hers may remain faint or even irremovable. After several attempts, her carpet was thankfully clean, but her mattress did not fare the same.

Despite the complete ruination of her mattress, and the lingering dread of being caught, her body warranted a different reaction. She became aware of slickness growing between her thighs as she looked at the state of her stripped mattress, thinking of what it had looked like when she woke, and how her sheets may look the same when she pulled them out of the wash. Her paws began to wander absently as she bent over her mattress, observing the stains. Despite having faded from numerous cleaning attempts, the stains continued to set deep into the fabric. She had been such a naughty mouse, she thought to herself, her eyes closing as her fingers finally made contact with her body, tracing along her V-lines across her still folds, still tingly and a touch pink from a light rash. Her bed was completely ruined, and some part of her was still sure she had already been caught, that she was surely going to be in so much trouble, and that made her tingle.

She simply couldn't control herself. She lifted one leg, crawling onto her mattress, still rubbing herself as her knee rested right on the cool, damp fabric, right over one of the light brown spots. Leaning over, she allowed her body to fall, rolling onto her back right in the center of the stain on her bed, right where she had lay just hours ago. Her legs spread as her fingers began to tease her, spreading her folds, her fingertips slipping inside her slowly. Her pussy still tingled from the night before, adding only more sensation to her arousal. She let out a gasp as she let her memories play across her closed eyes, fingering herself just as she had covered in filth, laying right here, having just made the stain she was laying in.

"I've been such a naughty mouse," she cooed to herself, her digits teasing the opening to her anus before moving back to her dripping pussy. "I totally ruined my bed, mmffff~" She smiled, closing her eyes as she reached up with her are paw, grabbing the head of her bed frame. "I'm gonna get in sooo much trouble. Mm, there's no way to hide this! Everyone's gonna see what a dirty, naughty mouse I am!" Her restraint gone, she began fingering herself harder, playfully squeezing the muscles in her lower body. A gentle trickle of warm pee cascaded into the bowl of her palm as she fucked herself all the way to her knuckles, now panting. Her exclamations became louder as she began to approach a climax. She temporarily forgot about her predicament, about the panic, about missing school, about the very real repercussions of her play. She only thought about how her girlfriend would punish her if she could be there now, cuffing her to the bed, perhaps taking her with a toy, or maybe using the mouse's pussy as her own personal urinal. Maybe she would dress her up and leave her there, force her to add an outfit to her growing collection of soiled fabric. Maybe she would--

Chelse's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as she heard her name called in-between moans. With a gasp, she was slammed back into the real world, laying naked in the center of a large caramel-colored stain, right in the middle of her just-ruined mattress, still damp from the cleaning solutions she had vigorously sprayed and attempted to blot out. Though her room no longer smelled, it was littered with the telltale bottles. Across the hall, the washing machine had long since ceased its cycle. Her door was closed, but she could sense a presence, and knew instantly it was her mother. This was only confirmed when she heard her name once more, this time with more force, knocking, and a creak as the door was slowly opened. "MOM!" she screamed in panic, desperately trying to cover her nakedness.

Just as she had feared that morning, her mother had come to check on her as she slept, as it was highly unusual for her daughter to be late to anything, much less school. When no response had been heard, she had cracked the door, instantly hit by the smell. Fearing weed, or really anything out of the ordinary, she had peeked her head in, and quickly withdrawn it, repulsed by the swift glimpse of what she'd seen. Closing the door silently, too afraid to take another peek, she had decided to go run some errands, and attempt to process her thoughts. If her eyes had not deceived her, she would need to have a serious discussion with her daughter.

The result of such talk, as well as having seen the damage done by her daughter, resulted in the young mouse in tears. Some of the talk was about exploration and growing up, something she definitely did not need talking-to about at her age; most of it was anger at the ignorance and destructive and disgusting behavior she had engaged in.

That night, Chelse sat curled up on her bed, texting Catherine; miraculously, her mother had not taken her phone, though she was indeed grounded. Her foxy girlfriend had been texting her all day, with emotions ranging from initial anger and curiosity to outright concern. It was unheard of for the mouse to miss class, and equally unusual for her to not respond the moment she was available.

"CHELSE!" Cath texted back, the moment she saw the read receipt appear. "Dude, where the hell have you been all day? Are you alright? I've been so worried all day!"

"Sorry, let me catch up," Chelse replied, quickly scrolling through the unread messages to confirm there was nothing else to respond to; they were all essentially rewordings of Cath's current question. "I slept in today and got grounded."

"Slept in? Grounded? How long?"

"Three months. Luckily, I got to keep all my electronics, with school and whatnot." She paused for a moment before adding, "Also, I'm broke now, so that's cool."

"Wtf? Hon, don't lie please. Tell me what happened," the fox replied. Though she couldn't see it, she could sense the mouse tearing up already. "You can tell me anything. Please. Three months and your money? That's not you sleeping in."

"I DIDN'T LIE! I did sleep in."

"But there's more to it than that?" There was a long pause. Cath was beginning to get more worried. "What else happened?"

"Mom says I have to help pay for a new mattress."

"Oh shit hon. Did you...?"

"No I didn't rip it up," she replied quickly. "Also, she says I need to buy a mattress protector. And new sheets."

This time it was Cath's turn to pause before asking. "What did you do?"

Chelse's heart was beating out of her chest. Her new kink was only a month or two old at most. She had never hidden anything from Cath, not that she really could; the vixen could read her like a book. But this was different. It was one of "those" kinks. It was gross. It was dirtier. And it certainly didn't seem to fit her, being a clean, proper, rule-abiding nerd. Her destruction kink, though unusual, had been something Cath had initially snickered at, but quickly began teasing the mouse. But how would she react to something like this? The scale of it too...there was no hiding she was into it just as much as her ripping kink. This wasn't some "I sometimes do it in the bathroom when I'm alone but feel guilty afterwards" kink; she had waited to do it on two separate occasions, and just last night she had engaged in a one-woman orgy, wallowing in her new kink. What if Cath hated her for it? What if she was repulsed?

She hardly even noticed the phone buzzing in her paw. "Hon, please tell me. You know you can talk to me. I'm here for you."

Tears welled in her eyes as she began to reply. "I don't want you to hate me."

"What? Why would I ever hate you? Hon, you're the love of my life!"

"Because it's gross."

"What is?"

"I...I did something last night."

"Exploring a new kink?"

"Yeah."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"...I wasn't really exploring."

"What do you mean?"

"I've done it before. A few times. I just...I didn't think about it this time."

"Can I guess what it is? ;3"

Chelse's heart leapt into her throat. "Okay..."

"Did you wet the bed?"

"I uh...I mean yeah."

"Buuuut? There's more?"

Chelse couldn't tell if Cath was smirking behind the screen, teasing her, making fun of her, or perhaps concerned, trying to pry something she didn't want to hear out of Chelse's fingertips.

"Did you make a mess?"

"You could say that."

"Naughty mouse ;p"

"Wait what?" Chelse was thoroughly confused. Part of her mind screamed that she shouldn't be surprised; Cath's mother having been an entertainer, she had been raised in a sex-positive environment. She was always supportive. But this was different!

"Tell me more! You're still dodging!" Cath insisted. Slowly, she began to tease the events of last night from her girlfriend, getting her to slowly open up about her newfound fetish and her experiences. She asked all sorts of prodding questions, how it felt for the mouse, what she liked about it, what exactly it had all looked like...and even if she'd take any pictures. This last one shocked the mouse. She hadn't, but she offered to show the now-dried sheets and mattress, which Cath took her up on. "Damn baby, you did a number on your bed!" The fox was giggling with genuine surprise. It was hard to believe her girlfriend, the same mouse who was so nervous about getting period blood or anything else on her fur and getting caught, the one whose biggest fantasy was not having any clothes to walk home with, and whose most daring adventures had involved her underwear being torn off and forcing her to go home or be in public or at school commando, had jumped to this. She had to know more. "This was DEFINITELY not your first time!"

"Hehe, well...yeah...kinda why I need a new bed. And it's not..."

The two texted back and forth for the next hour about her previous encounters, and about her new fantasies. Chelse also confirmed that her old fetishes were still definitely there, and that they had combined in some of her new fantasies, as they had with her panties.

"So you're going to destroy your bed right?" Cath asked.

"What do you mean?" Chelse replied. By this point in the conversation, she was more relaxed, and a little aroused. She was still coming down from her genuine shock regarding Cath's nonchalance.

"Well you've already ruined it. If your mom wants you to pitch in for new stuff, why not "retire" your old bedding? ;3"

"Well right now I can't! I don't have anything else to sleep on."

"Yeah, but when you get another bed?"

"I dunno. Mom will probably just throw all these out."

"Then maybe you could do something little? Come on, it's already ruined. What more trouble could you get in? Have a little fun. Maybe even get one of your pajamas on or a pair of panties ;3 You can text me while you do it~"

Chelse blushed, looking over at her sheets. Her quilted comforter had washed perfectly, giving her bed a normal appearance despite her knowing better. Cath's prodding and teasing had left her with a growing arousal. Still, part of her felt a little apprehensive thinking about what Cath was proposing. "I dunno...I feel a little guilty about it or something. It feels weird."

"Let me talk you through it ;3"


"Okay..."

Cath smiled to herself, sitting on her own bed. leaning back against the wall, she spread her legs, laying in only her ragged white crop-top and a black thong. Gently teasing herself briefly with one paw, she thought about her girlfriend as she replied. "I want pics ;3"

Chelse sighed, blushing and laughing softly. "FIIIINE"

"Hehe deal then. What are you wearing right now?"

Chelse blushed, looking down at herself. "Just some skinny jeans and a T-Rex shirt."

"Cutie. What's under those?"

An idea dawned on the mouse. With a smirk, she undid the fly on her jeans, folding the two sides down like a shirt collar. Then, she lifted her shirt, holding the hem of her shirt in her teeth, lifted her phone, and snapped a picture. Her panties were a playful pair she'd gotten for Autumn, with a pumpkin print all the way across the back side, and a black front with some lacy leaves embroidered on the sides. Her bra was matching, with a pumpkin printed on each breast, with black ribbon straps. When Cath saw the outfit, her smile matched that of the mouse's in the picture. Seeing her girlfriend in something black was unusual, but it looked great on her. Of course, she couldn't see the pumpkin on the back of the panties, but she'd seen the pair when Chelse had gotten them. She slipped one paw below her waistband, rubbing herself in slow circles.

"Mm, that's hot on you. Take it all off. And get into something more cutesie. You have to save those for me."

Chelse blushed at the compliment, but needed no further prompting. Her clothes were on the floor in a flash, as she frantically searched through her panty drawer for something to show her girlfriend. Amidst her searching she found the blue-and-white striped panties she kept specially for messing, with their little rubber ducky prints staring back at her with their cute smiles. She didn't want to destroy that pair, not like this; she opted instead for a pair of purple panties with "Tuesday," printed on them in yellow in a girly print, a cyan shadow behind each letter. They were meant for little cubs, and the tail loop didn't fit her, but she knew she could squeeze into them. Besides, it WAS Tuesday. She did away with the bra entirely, snapping a picture of her in front of her mirror wearing only her panties before crawling back onto her bed. The panties clung to her skin, her fur poking out in tufts where pulling them up had combed it back. They came most of the way up her back side, but the waistband fell an inch or two shy, and her v-lines showed in the front. Despite the tight fit, this was a more familiar look on Chelse.

"Good," Cath cooed out loud, sending the same message to her girlfriend. She slid two fingers inside herself, wetting her fingers before continuing to rub herself. "Now...do you have to go at all?"

"What? Oh, umm...not really. I could probably pee some."

"Good enough! Now...that comforter looks a little too clean. That's no good...;3"

Chelse gulped. She looked over at her comforter. It was still pulled back from taking a picture of her sheets, but covered about half of the bed. Her heart beat in her throat as she texted back, her own thoughts racing. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to see it, and she knew the fox would be more than happy to put it bluntly. "What do you want me to do...?"

"Pee on it. Through your panties though--make sure to get them nice and wet ;3"

The mouse crawled over to the other end of the bed, sitting up on her knees and spreading her legs. Breathing slow, but heavily, she closed her eyes and tried to pee. Seconds went by in silence, her phone clutched tightly between her paws, as nothing happened. Frustrated, she began tightening different muscles, finding herself still unable to go. "I...I can't make any come out."

"Then rub yourself on the corner of the bed through the comforter. Make sure you look at the mess you left and think about what a naughty girl you've been--and tell me about it!"

Slipping one leg off the bed, she placed one foot on the carpet. Slowly, she began to hump the edge of her bed through her little panties. The tight fabric didn't leave much room for movement, but the comforter gave her just enough, and she began to feel her loins grow warm with the familiar tingle of sex. "I'm...I'm doing it."

"Yeah?" Cath was now slipping off her thong, grabbing her pillow to slip between her legs.

"Not peeing yet--ooh, but it feels good."

"Mm--keep going, you know you can do it."

Chelse closed her eyes, setting down her phone for a moment to clutch her bed with both paws. She pressed her hips down hard, grinding herself against the firm corner of the mattress. She could feel her panties grow warm and damp with slick arousal, and the creases in her comforter where quilt stitching interrupted the otherwise plain material. Her sex loosened, Chelse began to feel her bladder tingle; slowly, she began to feel her need grow. It would be so easy to let go, right here, on her bed. She looked over at the stain on the sheets, faded more than the mattress certainly, but still obvious even in the dim light. She imagined herself laying in the center of the puddle she'd made there last night, tearing apart her panties as she dug her fingers through her fur, relishing in her filth. She'd been such a bad girl, awaking so horny, giving in without a second thought. And now she was going to continue that. Cath was going to help her destroy her bed! And it all started with...a long, resigned breath of relief, followed by a gasp as the intense heat let her know that her body had indeed done as it was told. Her panties flooded, filling with her warm urine, the dark violet stain growing before her stream defeated the thin cotton. As she continued to grind against her comforter, she could see, and feel, a warmth, a wetness, a pale yellow stain growing. The friction seemed to fade as she humped her bed in longer, more eager motions, spreading her stream back and forth along her comforter, but also grinding her hips, rubbing in some of the wetness up both sides of her panties, outward from the gusset. The lower half of her panties grew dark as she rubbed, and she could feel the heavy plush swell sightly as her warm urine soaked into the little quilted pockets, like little pillows that gave way under her weight, no doubt squeezing out her piss like a sponge into the sheets below as she continued to add more. Her bladder was more full than she had thought, and she briefly paused to retrieve her phone, snapping a few pictures and even a short clip as she deliberately pissed hard through her little panties into a clean spot on the blanket before lifting it to her pussy, rubbing hard against the fabric.

On the receiving end of the pictures, Cath had now turned out all other lights, her phone the only source of illumination. Stripped naked, she had been rubbing herself slowly, gingerly, awaiting Chelse's replies, not wanting to get off too early. She was not disappointed. As the video played, she began to grind against her pillow, her free paw clutching it in place, as though it were her girlfriend's hips, or perhaps her head.

"Look at what I did to my bed, Cathy," Chelse cooed, phone in hand as she pulled the waistband of her panties up, the tiny garment outlining her already-damp camel toe perfectly. A soft hiss and a golden trail down one thigh preceded her stream, and her free paw gripped the comforter on one paw to hold it up, showing the damage before rubbing it against the still-dripping panties. Cath began grinding more furiously, her own arousal already having wet her pillow with a spot that would be visible if the lights were on.

"Fuck baby, please tell me you have more in you," Cath pleaded, her claws sinking into the pillow. She imagined them running between the mouse's hair.

"I do~ I made sure to save some!"

"Good. strip the bed down to the mattress and lay on the stain."

Doing as she was told, Chelse snapped another picture as proof, spreading her legs and arching her knees and back so the soaked gusset and her camel toe were clearly visible. "Now what?"

Cath smiled. She knew what the mouse was about to do. She just wanted to make a few special requests. "Make sure the mattress gets a little of what those panties do ;3 It looks a little roughed up already..."

Beginning to record another video, Chelse let out another sigh of relief as her bladder released once again, this time fully under her control. She pulled her panties aside a little, but found herself unable to clear her stream, only splashing against the fabric and her fingers. Digging in her claws roughly, she tore a hole in her panties, right at the seam between the gusset and the back. It was low enough to finger herself, but not where she wanted it. She scratched and clawed at the fabric, finding it tight and thin enough to give way in her claws once more, this time higher, right over the gusset. She pulled hard, tearing the fabric up and to one side, the rip traveling up between the "u" and "e" to meet the waistband before gliding right along the stitches, separating fabric from elastic clear to the side seam. Another sharp tug ripped the white cotton gusset from between her legs, exposing her pussy. Pushing harder, her golden trickle became a full stream, and the golden stain that had grown between her legs grew as an arc of piss grew up her body, splashing onto her tummy and breasts. She gasped, loosening her stance, letting her legs lower as she began to finger herself, her stream splashing and now arcing down into the unprotected mattress with a patter, gathering in puddles between the quilted patterns and around her body before slowly beginning to soak in, rewetting last night's stain. Though her stream was untainted tonight, the rewetting left the mattress darker then it had been. She relished the sound of splashing, and the growing feeling of warmth as she moved around, alternating between her own golden shower and the bath she was filling up beneath her. The mattress absorbed slowly, perfectly, but surely.

She paused her recording, sending the video to Cath to load as she repositioned. Her fur was wet all the way up her back and down her thighs clear to her knees, clinging to her body with a pale golden sheen. Her panties, now entirely wet, hung loosely, but heavily, the saturated fabric draping from the tight elastic biting into her skin. Setting the phone upright, she turned the camera back on. Cath had said to make sure the bed received the same treatment as her panties, and she intended to deliver in every way. With a grin, she sat on her hands and knees, spreading her fingers and pressing into the bed, forcing puddles of urine back up to the surface. "Mm, look at what I did to my unprotected mattress," She cooed, "It's so wet! And I can prove it too..." She licked her lips, raking her claws across the fabric until they caught on some loose embroidery. Hooking her fingers together, she tore into the fabric, panting in arousal as she tore into the mattress with a satisfying, slow...

riiiiiiiip!

"Whoopsies," she exhaled through ragged breaths. She had torn a hole a good foot in length into her bed, exposing the wet spongy material underneath. It glimmered in the light with a slightly darker hue, barely perceptible; surely it wouldn't come out on camera. Without a second thought, she reached her paw out, sinking it into the yellowish material, feeling and hearing it squelch between her fingers, the familiar warmth growing on her paw. Sinking her claws in, she tore out a sodden chunk of the mattress, grinning as she squeezed it onto a dry spot, watching her piss trickle through her fingers into the embroidered fabric. "Mm, see? I reawwy wet my bed~" She rubbed the piece of her bed on her pussy, then stuffed it in her mouth as a gag, rubbing herself briefly before tearing another chunk loose to rub against her pussy as she sucked her piss from the first piece. The material felt both rough and soft at the same time, exciting the tingling sensation from her light rash as well as tearing her folds. Inserting it a little bit into herself and pulling it back out over and over again, the mouse began to rub herself to a thunderous climax over her mattress. Her knees sunk into the golden puddle on her bed, newly remade. Her eyes darted between the puddle and the gash in the middle of it, the black corner of a bed spring poking out, occasionally looking up at the camera, as if staring right into the eyes of the vixen on the other side.

Catherine waited with bated breath for each installment of Chelse's night as she continued to hump her pillow, her own fantasies playing out in her mind. If only she could be there, she thought, she would tear those sheets into strips. She would blindfold the little mouse, gag her, tie her arms and legs to the corners of the bed. Maybe she would tickle or slap her, maybe rub her moist sex on the mouse's fur up and down her body as Chelse quivered beneath her. Maybe she would even let out a little piss of her own. Perhaps she would untie her gag just to face-fuck her, using her tongue to lap up her cum as she squirted down her throat. As the first video came in, her eyes eagerly devoured every pixel. She rubbed herself to a quick climax; it was not an intense one, and it took her by surprise. Her clit throbbed, her urethra tingling as she let out a sharp breath, a squirt escaping her into the pillow. "N-no," she whimpered, wanting to last a little longer. Not that she couldn't go multiple rounds, but she wanted to save the more intense orgasms for later.

The time between the first video and the second were torture for the fox, who rubbed herself gingerly as she felt her clit throb with greater intensity, her body building up for a bigger climax. She could feel herself needing release, her ejaculate on the cusp of escaping her as she edged. Her thoughts and fantasies were enough, but having her girlfriend actually do something was far better than any fantasy could be. She stopped; she had to lay the phone on a second pillow, laying down on her first and rubbing slowly. Her panting betrayed a few moans as she re-watched the first video, watching the mouse relish in her own kinky sexuality. She could hear the panting, see the ecstatic smile and the erratic, natural movements as the mouse let raw instinct and her sense of touch overtake her own control. What she wouldn't do to be right there, sharing that stream with her girlfriend, feeling its warmth, perhaps contributing her own, grinding her pussy on her thigh before pouncing on top of her and rubbing herself off furiously. But no, she could only watch. The second video arrived just as the first finished, and the fox had to pause it to remember to grab her headphones when she heard how loud her phone was turned up. Shit, she had been watching without them this whole time! Putting them in, she turned the volume up, the sound of her girlfriend's aroused voice as she role-played flooding her senses. She closed her eyes as she finally allowed her orgasm to build, squirting not once, but over and over again, until she lost count. She fought her body's instinct to close her eyes as she watched the mouse tear into her mattress, the long, luscious sound of wet fabric tearing filling her eardrums. She could hear the squelching as the mouse squeezed her own piss out of shreds of her own bed. Cath was overcome just as she saw her girlfriend reach her own climax, and though her eyes snapped shut, she could hear her mousy squeaks and moans, accompanied by the sweet sound of more squelching and hissing as she squirted all over her bed. The fox's own stream sprayed even more heavily into her pillow, now spraying harder, longer; streams of piss and cum splashed against the pillowcase, the cushion soaked all the way through. She ground her hips hard, just as Chelse had done against her comforter, pressing deep into the pillow as she moaned without restraint. Her ears twitched, her tail darting to and fro as if trying to escape from where it met her body and float off. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her eyes opened, as easily as if there had never been a force to close them.

Playful banter and continued teasing eventually gave way to words of loving as the two grew tired. Though Chelse was grounded, they would certainly see one another the next day at school. Perhaps they could even find some time between classes, or meet in the bathroom.... Though it wasn't a fetish of hers, Cath expressed an interest in seeing Chelse's latest indulgence sometime. Seeing her partner's own arousal was the greatest excitement she could have.