Chelse invited four of her friends to a sleepover over the summer when she had the house to herself for the weekend. It was her parents' anniversary, and her younger siblings were all away at camp until the end of the month. There weren't any crazy plans; she just wanted to have a girls' night, something she didn't often get to have anymore. Given that most of the girls lived in the same neighborhood, all but one arrived together. The first knock at the door revealed the young mouse's beautiful vixen girlfriend Cath, Rhou, a stout vampire bat whose family had only moved in a few years ago, and Callie, a drake that she had met in elementary school, when her parents had made her try sports. The final member arrived only ten minutes later, a mutual friend of Chelse and Cassie. Calliope was a cephalopod girl whose features appeared almost avian, with a beak, but with smooth, almost amphibian skin. Chelse was pretty sure she was an octopus, but she had never really asked. For all she knew, she could be a Kraken or something. The day was fun, but rather uneventful, with the girls taking turns playing video games and casually chatting for most of the day, catching up over a few playful competitions. As it got late and the games were turned off though, the conversations began to get a little deeper, as late night conversations do. Still coming off of the excitement of gaming, the girls began to make a sort of game of truth, where they would all agree on a question and then answer in round-robin fashion. The questions focused on information that was personal, but also entertaining: crushes, stories about dates or embarrassing things that happened at school, and other questions that generally elicited laughter or relatable tangents. As the night crept on, the questions, and the girls' inhibitions, became more unhinged, until the final question was asked. By this time, they were all in Chelse's room, everyone sitting on the floor except for Calliope, who sat on the chair in front of Chelse's desk. They had just finished asking about weird sexual encounters they'd had, laughing at some of their exes' silly kinks. "Seriously, the guy thought I'd have tentacles! 'But they do in the comics!'" Calliope burst out, making everyone laugh. "He almost seemed a little hurt I had normal hands. But then he asked if he could see my feet!" "Ha! As if you'd be hiding them in your shoes!" Chelse cackled, which made Cath laugh too. "No, hon, the dude was into feet." She said, clapping her paw on Chelse's shoulder. "What the fuck?" the mouse exclaimed, self-consciously reaching up to cover her mouth. She didn't curse often, but she was laughing too hard to have thought much before reacting. "Like, seriously though, like-?" she outstretched her bare mouse paws, which Calliope nodded at. "Yeah, seriously!" "You were totally hoping him to ask for something else, huh?" Cath said with a wink. "Whaddayu mean by that?" Calliope responded. "I mean, I remember the dude, guy was CLEARLY a kink freak. He just didn't ask for the right stuff, huh?" Calliope playfully punched Cath on the shoulder. "Bold coming from you! In fact," Calliope looked around the room at all the girls, the gears in her brain turning. "Okay, okay, new question. What are you guys into? I want like, your favorite dirty secret. That cool?" "Aww, fuck yeah," Cath replied. "Oh, of course YOU want to know what we're into, perv!" Cassie giggled. "I mean, I was offering to go first, but yeah, whatever," Cath said with a smile. When no one chimed in, she continued. "Alright then." She looked over at her girlfriend, then looked over at Rhou. "Blood! Vlaa!" The girls laughed at her overacting, with Rhou being the first to reply. "Wait really?" She reached out to Chelse, her paw falling short on the carpet, a playful smirk on her face. "You okay hon? You all good?" "Oh fuck you guys," Cath said, "okay, but nah. I mean, kinda." She leaned in a little, causing the group to respond the same, making a huddle. "I'm a pussy vampire."After another round of laughter she continued. "Oh, save the 'aww, gross,' bullshit! Yeah, I love periods. I know I'm a dirty fucker, but I love it. The smell, the taste, everything about 'em turns me on." "Wait, so you're not into...?" Chelse asked, making a motion to indicate a knife slicing. "Well, when you put it that way" Cath said, grabbing Chelse's shoulders forcefully and making her squeak, "maybe I wouldn't mind a little game of 'fox and mouse.' Y'know, rrawf!" She made a chomping motion, squeezing the mouse's shoulders. Calliope covered her face and looked away in mock-shame. "Oh, gross, get a room you two!" "Hey, you asked!" Cath retorted. "Alright, c'mon! That was mine. I know everyone's got something to say. Who's next?" The girls looked around, blushes and smiles on every face, but no one speaking up. Squeezing Chelse's shoulders again, this time more gently, Cath murmured in her ear, "Howzabout you, sweetheart?" When Chelse turned to look at her, the vixen replied with a wink and another air-bite. "F-fine. W-well, I'm uh...I like cute things." "No shit!" Calliope exclaimed, motioning around the room at the brightly colored walls, closet full of brightly-printed clothes, cartoony bedsheets, and the massive collection of stuffed animals piled up in the corner. "W-well, yeah, but," Chelse swallowed, clearly the shyest of the bunch, even compared to Rhou. "I like to be...destructive. And not just cute things. Things that are sentimental, or expensive, anything that has some kinda meaning or value or something. Like, a really nice bra, or a special plushie, or some really cutely printed shirt or something. It's just hot." "Destructive how?" Rhou asked, genuinely curious. "Like...well, mostly ripping. But sometimes peeing or other stuff. But really ripping. It's usually fabric, and cute stuff, but sometimes it's other stuff too. But mostly cute." At this point, the group was a bit quieter. They weren't laughing, but they didn't seem terribly uncomfortable either. "OkayIwentsomeoneelsegoquick!" Chelse squeaked at, this time eliciting smiles from everyone else. By this point, the girls had gotten a little more confident, and it was time for the next most shy girl to speak up. "Okay," Rhou said, breathing a little sigh, pushing her hair back behind her shoulders, "So you guys all know by this point I wear diapers." "I thought you had to though?" Chelse asked. "Well, it's a long story. As a kid, I grew out of 'em late, but I could never really kick bedwetting. When we moved here, the stress made me start up my bedwetting again, but I was really shy and scared, so I started wearing them during the day again just to make me feel a little more protected. Well, eventually I started using them on purpose. I didn't wanna waste 'em, and, well, I could. Not like people didn't already know after that first day with Lucy in PE." The girls all nodded, some of them having been in that very class. "Well, eventually I started to kinda like it. And I started to do it more, and when I leaked, I learned I liked pee too, even if it wasn't in the diapers. And, uh, I've basically just gotten dirtier from there," her voice now lowered in volume a bit. Cath could tell there was more on the tip of Rhou's tongue. "Like what? Like, scat, or?" Rhou shook her head vigorously. "No no, like...Well, I like to drink it. And uh, well I spoke up cuz Chelse said destruction, and I kinda like ripping them up and making a big mess when they're wet. And sometimes I kinda combine the two and-" she got really quiet as she finished her confession, "and sometimes I eat the gooey stuff too." "Wait, is that, like, safe?" Cassie asked incredulously. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Rhou said, "I've looked it up online a lot. The ones I have don't have anything but SAP in them--the little jelly crystals. They put 'em in baby diapers, and there's a lot of mom forums online where people talk about calling poison control and asking the companies and whatnot. Apparently the stuff is safer than table sugar; they just say be careful if it's dry 'cuz it can swell up. Oh, and the big balls they use in plants. People can choke on those. But yeah nah, I'm pretty sure it's safe. At least as safe as drinking pee." There was another pause as her and Cassie made eye contact, the drake nodding and pursing her lips, surprisingly satisfied with the bat's answer. Looking at some of the other, more shocked faces, Rhou called out, "Hey, I know it's gross, but Cath already said she likes periods!" "Well, I never said pee was gross," Cassie replied, now taking the spotlight, "although I don't go around drinking any myself, being a dragon and all." Rhou and Chelse looked at her quizzically, to which she elaborated, "Drake pee is highly acidic--it dissolves most fabrics and can wash the fur right off your hides. It's not, like, deadly harmful on your skin, but it can leave a rash pretty easy if you don't wash it off. I definitely wouldn't go drinking any!" She pauses, having finished her educational tangent. "Ahem--I also like pee though. And being destructive. With my pee. I just like watching stuff melt. Wetting my pants is sooo hot, but like, I can't just go through a pair of pants anytime I'm horny and need a piss at the same time, and I DEFINITELY can't just pee on whatever I want. That makes it more special though, like, getting the time to set aside, and having some old clothes and cleanup supplies on hand, it makes it a rare treat for me. Even just thinking about it is usually enough." The girls once again came to a moment of silence, nodding in agreement, all thinking of their own respective fantasies. It was Cath who once again broke the silence, looking right at Calliope with playful aggression. "Alright bitch, you asked the question. There's no way a punk like you's vanilla, unless your version of vanilla is like, femdom or something," she said with a confident smirk. "Actually," Calliope giggled, Cath's face lighting up. She thought she'd hit the nail on the head, so to speak. "I'm kinda the opposite, at least when I'm horny. I like to be humiliated. I like to be bullied, slapped around a bit, pinned, kinda roleplay-raped, even just given wedgies or tickled or scared until I ink myself. Gosh, I used to know this one kid who made me ink myself almost every day. If he couldn't find a new way to scare me, he'd give me these really rough wedgies or have a friend scare me or something so I'd ink my pants. It used to totally soak through! Mom considered getting me pull-ups," she said, smiling. "Most cephs ink pretty easy, but there are some of us with weak bladders too that also pee like everyone else when we get scared or laugh or whatnot. Just kind of a double-whammy of embarrassment if you ask me. I don't piss myself, at least not on accident, but god damn I love inking myself now. Stupid boy. Because of him I've taught me how to spray while I..." The other girls were quietly listening, Cath obviously surprised and very interested in Calliope's confession. "So umm, it seems like we're all kinda into the same stuff, relatively speaking," Calliope said, ending her confession. There was another round of nodding, each now hiding a state of uncomfortable arousal. All since of time had long since past, but it was late. Chelse asked the obvious, quietly. "Is anyone else feeling a little~?" Her eyes darted around the room at each of the girls, coming to rest on her girlfriend. Rhou giggled, "I think we all are by the looks of it, yeah." Chelse put her paw on Cath's thigh, "So umm, would anyone be against, umm, or, well--ah shit--would anyone wanna-" Cath spoke up confidently, "Well, I don't wanna gross anyone out, I mean I know Chelse doesn't mind, but I'm actually kinda on my flow right now, so I dunno." "Hey wait, but aren't you into that?" Calliope retorted, a bit more confident now. "I mean, yeah, what are you saying?" Cath asked, not sure how to react yet. "I'm saying, I think it's time to turn this little game of truths into a game of dares," Calliope responded, once again leading the group, "and I dare you to free bleed the rest of the time here. No pads. Oh, and no going naked and leaving marks all over Chelse's house--I'd assume," she finished, looking over at Chelse for confirmation. "Gotta keep it all in those tiny shorts and whatever strappy thong you have on under there--if you don't totally go commando." "Oh, fuck you," Cath retorted playfully, "You're just trying to humiliate me so you can get off when we turn the lights out, huh?" She looked over at Chelse, reading the arousal in her eyes as well, and smiled. "Alright, fine, I'll do it. But everyone gets a dare! And everyone has to give one," she said, standing up and undoing the fly on her shorts and heading off to the bathroom to toss her protection. "Hey, if you like humiliation," Rhou said, reaching out towards Calliope, surprising her with her confidence, "You should totally ink your shorts. In fact...I dare you to! And I double dare you to unzip your backpack and spread your legs and ink yourself over it, so any spillage goes all over your change of clothes! After all, no leaving marks around Chelse's house, right?" she turned to Chelse as Calliope had done, then back to the cephalopod, winking. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Cath asked, leaning into the doorway. "How do we know you did your dare?" Calliope said defensively, to which Cath pulled the tiny crotch of her shorts and thong aside, dipping two fingers in herself and spreading them, showing the darkened fur before sucking them clean. "Checkmate, bitch. Your turn," she said, smiling to herself as she replaced the crotch of her clothes, sitting back down once more, this time in Chelse's lap. Calliope sighed, embarrassed but clearly enjoying the teasing. Standing up, she walked over to her stuff, pulling her spare clothes out of her backpack and tossing them on the floor. "There, so you can see," she said, mock-pouting, before standing with her legs spread over them. She closed her eyes, relaxing, then blushing. "I have to, um," she motioned to her loins, pawing through the front of the fabric. "Go on then," Cath said encouragingly. Her own paw slipped back down the front of her shorts as she watched. "Just do it!" Rhou teased, receiving a raspberry from Calliope before the cephalopod resumed her dare, reaching down the front of her cottony sleep shorts and pawing herself off slowly, her sense of being watch heightened as she rubbed herself, then suddenly tugged the crotch of her panties hard, giving herself a frontal wedgie. She let out a soft gasp, and a quiet splash sound was heard as a small spray forced itself into her panties, leaving a single dark drop on her shorts. She murred happily, as if satisfied. "Oh come on," Rhou exclaimed, "there's no way that's it!" "But Rhou-" "Oh, don't. I'm gonna have red all down my thighs by tomorrow morning!" Cath joined in with Rhou once more, making Calliope blush more as the fox held up her once-again stained fingers. Sighing, she accepted her dare, fully this time, and began once more, slowly. This time, she began to speed up her rubbing, using her free hand to tug her underwear from the back, making sure the fabric flossed her folds roughly under her shorts. She tugged in hard, quick pulses, whimpering softly in pain and pleasure, her panties giving off the occasional crackle of stitches and shot elastic. She didn't stop herself when she began to squirt again, this time a more sizable splatter, still only baseball sized, forming in the crotch of her shorts, the thicker liquid pattering noisily in heavy droplets onto some of her clothes. Seeing this, she let out a moan, clearly enjoying the mess she was making. It didn't take long before she bent over, her legs shaking, looking as if she were about to drop to her knees as she came hard into her shorts, panting hard. As her climax came to an end, she regained consciousness of the room around her, her gaze darting up, embarrassed. Slowly, she withdrew her darkened fingers, like Cath now licking them clean before shaking her shorts off a bit. "You're sitting on those," Cath stated, a hint of playfulness in the otherwise blunt remark, pointing to the only lightly-stained pile of spare clothes on the floor. Without a word, she pulled her clothes back up to the circle and sat down on them, still blushing. "O-okay, so who's next?" she asked, looking around. Some of the girls had joined Cath in touching themselves, almost absently, while watching the spectacle that had just unfolded. Cassie chimed in this time, rather quickly. "Hey Rhou," she said. "I dare you to not change the rest of the time here. Oh, and I also dare you to share that diaper. You're on porta-potty duty. And damn do I gotta piss," she said, a naughty smirk on her face as she stood to approach Rhou. "W-wait, but what about the fur melting thing? What if the diaper melts? I thought we couldn't-" Cassie only grinned evilly in return, not responding as she began to pull down her pants. "Wait!" Chelse exclaimed. "I-I, uh--my dare needs that." "Needs...what?" Cassie said, puzzled. "Her diaper?" "No, no. I uh, dare you to pee." Cassie looked down at her pants. "What? Like, here?" "No! No I uh--it's a me-and-you dare, kinda." Cath now looked over at Chelse, wondering what she could possibly mean. Her parents were only gone for two days. Surely she wouldn't be asking for a drake shower? "I dare you to take off all your clothes. And get the ones for tomorrow too. And you're gonna put 'em on the bottom of my hamper and pee into it." She paused for a moment, "If you're lucky, my clothes will take your bladder." "And how do I get my clothes out afterwards, assuming they do survive?" Cassie asked, her own playfulness showing as she began to strip. "T-that's your problem!" Chelse retorted. "I mean, uh, I'll think of something. Maybe I'll have you upend the hamper somewhere." "Fair enough," the drake responded, now unzipping her backpack to retrieve her change of clothes. opening the closet door, she pulled Chelse's hamper into the light. It was a tall, thin hamper, reasonably full, but not so much to guarantee the dare being in her favor. She pulled the mouse's clothes out of the hamper by the handful, tossing the colorful pastels and cartoon prints on the carpet before tossing her own clothes at the bottom, then replacing the hamper's original contents. The girls all stood or sat up in order to see inside better, all just as eager to see what would happen. "Right here okay?" she asked, hobbling to straddle the hamper, clearly really needing to go by this point. Chelse nodded quickly, Cassie's stream audibly erupting before Chelse could even respond. Her deluge was furious, her bladder clearly full. The colorful fabrics responded predictably to the acid, a dark brown, almost coffee-like burn stain appearing almost after a few seconds of exposure, the fabrics continuing to darken until they began to visibly fade away, the puddle beneath the dragon's stream growing noticeably darker and thicker as it spread, soaking into and destroying more fabric. The puddle didn't simply melt a clean hole, instead taking several seconds before soaking in or darkening, leaving far more of the fabric damaged than what was initially visible as the pool spread. The rubbery cartoon prints peeled off of shirts and panties before the fabric itself gave way, some of the pieces simply melting away without darkening first. The remains almost looked like a mixture of burned and ripped scraps of fabric, but all soaked, the edges rounded off, curled downwards under the weight of her pee. Finally, the drake's forceful stream, by this point audibly splashing and noisy as it spattered against either the puddle or into soaked fabric not yet destroyed, began to diminish to drops, each one emitting an almost musical tone. The crumpling of the fabric as it reacted had caused several of the shirts and undies on top to fold down into the puddle; no remains were left. A few scraps of soggy denim were visible, as were some fading pastels. The dark pool had begun to stain the remaining bits of Chelse's wardrobe shades of black and gray; anything not bearing holes by this point was likely still ruined in some way. To confirm this, Cassie reached into the hamper, grasping at a colorful scrap of blue fabric, only to have it melt away as she pulled it out of the pile, wet threads dripping from her grip. Opening her palm to let the remaining blue slime drip, she reached deeper into the pile, trying to pull articles from the bottom up. The puddle had soaked in by this point, but any fabric that wasn't melted was stained and weakened, and a deep, moist ripping sound was heard as a pile of slightly damp scraps of clothing tore apart from the pile into her hands. Chelse and Rhou stared back in amazement, the bat having soaked her diaper as Cassie had soaked the hamper, her playful pawing having stretched the leg bands a little too much, droplets running down her legs. She secretly hoped that someone noticed her leaking, but didn't mind, a likely possibility given the sloshing of her heavy stream as she'd soaked her diaper to nearly twice its size. She knew it could still hold more, amazingly, but probably wouldn't last another heavy wetting, at least not one of hers. It certainly wouldn't last until she left; between hers and the girls' combined bladders, there wasn't a diaper in existence that could. The mouse, meanwhile, had started touching herself during the spectacle, now clearly rubbing herself furiously. "Fuckhhhh," she sighed, drawing her girlfriend's attention. Her eyes were locked on the remains of her clothes in the hamper, the few bits of shirts and pajamas and jeans she could still recognize turning her on. Her eyes diverted only to make eye contact with Cassie, who smiled at the mouse's state. "Yeah, I'm not sure if my stuff survived that," she said cheekily, "I really had to go. Might need to borrow some of you pants tomorrow--though I can't guarantee you'll get them back!" Chelse was drawing just as much attention as the dragon at this point, prompting Cath to grasp her wrist, stopping her furious rubbing, much to the mouse's protest. "Your turn," she replied softly, walking back over to the closet. Retrieving what appeared to be a bandanna, she tied it over her girlfriend's eyes, cooing in her ear just loudly enough for everyone else to hear her dare. "I dare you to tear apart one of your plushies. You can pick one yourself or one of us can. If you do it, there's no feeling around to see which one it is first. You get to look once it's ripped." Chelse was panting by this point, her paw back down her pants, rubbing furiously. The fox nipped her ear, making her squeak. "So, what's it gonna be?" "P-pick a good one," she said, biting her lip. "One of you." "Hey Rhou, you're closest," Cath said, the bat suddenly snapping back to reality from her blissful state with a look of shock. "Grab one. Not too small either. And make sure it's a cute one," she said with a wink, the blind mouse responding with another gasp. Slightly overwhelmed, between knowing the dare and being put on the spot, Rhou looked over at the pile, her mind racing. Closing her eyes, she reached down, grabbing at random and pulling the victim from the pile, feeling the plushies above it tumbling. Opening her eyes, she revealed a relatively sizable pink unicorn, probably just over a foot in length. She then handed the plushie to Cath. "Hands out, babe," Cath demanded, before pressing the pony into the mouse's shaky paws, one paw shimmering and damp. Biting her lip, Chelse wasted no time, finding two adjacent legs and tugging hard, tearing a large hole at the base of one of the legs that ran up the side of the unicorn's tummy. Chelse drew in a sharp breath at the sound, tossing the plush on the floor and nearly tearing her own clothes off before sitting down on the carpet, reaching until she found the plush and pulling it once more into her grip. Finding the hole, she reached her paws inside on either side of the rip, tugging hard, the tear moving up the neck of the plush and along the length of the plushie's tummy. Frantically, she grasped at a ball of exposed fluff, ripping it out and rubbing it furiously against her folds. The mystery was too much for her, and her blindfold joined the rest of her clothes. "Chloe!" Chelse exclaimed. "Gosh, you were a birthday present! Mm, gosh, how long have I had you?" Rhou was about to apologize after hearing Chelse's exclamation, but stopped when she heard the mouse's moans and remembered her confession in full. Her host was completely absorbed in her own arousal, oblivious to the arousal of everyone else around her for the moment. Slowly, Cath joined in, slipping up behind the mouse, on paw squeezing her breast, the other dipping between her legs, leaving a red-orange trail down her white belly fur. "Keep going," Cath encouraged, biting the mouse's neck. "I'll take care of this~" she cooed, teasing the mouse's nipple and nudging her paw aside to slip between her folds. The mouse responded with silent understanding, focusing both of her paws on what was left of Chloe. She tore vigorously, not stopping until the plushie was nearly in half, stopped only by one of the plushie's legs giving way and coming apart in her paw. The other girls were now getting lost in the mood as well. Across the room, Cassie began to tease Calliope, grabbing the hamper in one hand. "Dare me to dump this on your clothes? If you're lucky, these've all soaked in quite a bit by now." "What's the matter, scared if you wait yours won't survive down there?" Calliope responded. "Oh, I don't think they have anyway, I really had to go," the dragon responded, "I just think it'd be fun to see how your ink plays with my piss." Playfully, the dragon motioned as if she were about to dump the hamper, causing Calliope to lunge forward defensively to reach for her clothes. In one quick motion, the dragon instead had the ceph's inky panties in her hand, tugging hard. Calliope let out a yelp as her panties crackled dangerously, ink once more running down her thighs onto the spare clothes she'd hoped to protect. "P-please, don't," Calliope pleaded, desperately trying to protect her clothes from the dragon, who only grinned in return. "Yeah? Not so tough now huh?" She teased ruthlessly, tugging once more, Calliope's panties beginning to tear apart where the waistband met the back of her panties. Rhou was simply taking in the entire scene, watching the two couples with earnest and arousal, her claws threatening the stretched plastic shell of her diaper. "H-hey Rhou," Chelse panted, looking up and reaching for her, inviting the voyeur into the fray. Rhou allowed herself to be pulled down by the mouse and her girlfriend. "I got another dare for you." "But I already have one!" Rhou said playfully, indicating her bulging pad. "Mm, speaking of which," Cath responded, getting up, "I seem to remember this being part of the dare." Lazily, she tugged her shorts aside once more, tugging the back of Rhou's diaper out just a bit before dousing Rhou's tail and backside in a warm stream, tinged with red from her flow. Rhou whimpered; the warmth and humiliation turned her on. "I know, but..." Chelse panted, "I--I have a dare. I kinda want it for everyone, and I have an idea. I--I dare you to stand over my plushies and pee. I know you're already leaking, so just keep it on. You're not allowed to change anyway." Rhou smiled at the naughty prospect, but was not about to refuse. Getting up, she felt the squelch of her pad, a little more moisture being squeezed from her pad and seeping into the carpet as she stood. Walking with a bit of a hobble, she crawled on top of the pile of plushies from the end of Chelse's bed, and began to let go. Chelse squeaked, her arousal renewed as she watched and listened to Rhou's powerful stream, Cath still touching her from behind. The other two had seen aside their own antics to watch, drawn by the gushing sound from Rhou's diaper. Heavy streams grew from each of the leg holes, the bat's spread stance assisting her in making more of a mess over the entire pile. Reaching down the stretched-out waistband, she began to rub herself furiously, watching and enjoying intensely the matting of the colorful fur below her. Suddenly, she felt a pressure behind her. Chelse was pawing at her diaper, desperately trying to claw it open. Rhou grinned, sitting up a bit so she could reach both paws between her legs. Halting her stream momentarily, she braced herself for an all-too-familiar sensation as she tugged hard, tearing a massive hole in her diaper, feeling back the plastic clear to the waistband. Under the immense weight of hers and Cath's deluges, the gooey contents of her diaper dissolved instantly, falling with a splat onto the pile of plushies. Rhou finished by tearing a hole in the lining in order to resume what was left of her stream, now rubbing her exposed pussy to a thundering climax. Now playing on her bed, Chelse and Cath fingered each other furiously, making out and watching Rhou between kisses. Through the fog of her own arousal Chelse managed to squeak, "Her...diaper...on my plushies...Cassie...Cassie's dare...girls~!" She reached yet another climax, stronger than before, now underneath her girlfriend, her bedsheets and pale fur stained red from the fox's soaked shorts, her special plushie's remains left strewn across the carpet, her dirty clothes in melted tatters in her hamper, watching as her bat friend hosed the rest of her collection with piss, gooey diaper gel clinging to bits of fluff and fur. The rest of the night was a blur for all five of the girls, but the morning, hazy and late as it was, was certainly no blur. Awakening in various positions, the girls slowly came to. Cassie and Calliope were curled up on the floor, Chelse and Cath in bed, Cath's underside marked by a deep reddish-brown stain that ran clear down the side of her shorts and up the side. Rhou awoke still atop the pile of plushies, with a few of them on top of her, some with dark stains of matted fur, both red and blackish-blue. The deep scent and cool damp of the plush pile and the remains of her diaper, no doubt soaked at least once by all five girls by now, aroused her deeply, awakening her quickly. Grinning to herself, she called out softly. "Chelse?" All four of the other girls looked up. "Yeah Rhou?" the mouse replied "I uh...is the dare still on?" "I think they were all until we leave, so yeah. Why?" "Okay, good. I just gotta..." Rhou trailed off, a blissful smile coming to her face. A paw trailed down to her aroused sex, rubbing her damp folds as her deep morning stream began to emerge with a hiss, blocked from hitting the mouse's bed only by the wall of plushies on top of her. The plushies underneath her joined those between her legs in growing warm, the cushy pile both cozy and incredibly sexy at the same time. "Oh, fuck man, I gotta go too," Calliope said, getting up and striking a rather athletic pose, spreading herself with one leg in her arm, her other arm on the bed for balance. Her stream arced high, spraying the wall and cascading down into the pile, the deep gold of her morning spray joining he black and red stains on the plushies on top. "Hey, uh, where should I go?" Cassie said, now hobbling in place, clearly desperate. Chelse now sat up, Cath close behind. "Take what's left of Chloe and throw her in the hamper--my clothes from last night too. If you haven't already, you can take your clothes out if they're still there." Cassie wasted no time, clearly on the verge of leaking on the carpet as she bent over hurriedly, clenching to prevent from letting go as she picked up all the colorful bits of fluff, followed by Chelse's sleep shorts and colorful panties. "Oh and Cass?" Chelse said, the drake pausing just before the hamper, pressing the bits of colorful fabric in her paws between her legs to stem the tide likely already beginning. "I REALLY like those panties you're peeing on. I wanna see 'em while you~" The drake lifted her hand away from her crotch, holding the clothing and bits of unicorn plush between her pussy and the hamper below as she let go completely, a hissing stream not unlike Rhou's cascading down onto the colorful fabric. Once again Chelse watched, albeit through tired eyes, as the furry bits of her plushie matted, then gave way in the dragon's fingers. Her panties, adorned with tiny frog prints, sat atop the pile in Cassie's hand, and the mouse watched while rubbing herself as the stream soaked the fabric a deeper shade before the color began to fade, until the garment ultimately gave way into a dyed stream that dripped down to join the remains of her other dirty clothes. As the dragon's stream finished, Cath directed Chelse's attention back over to her sodden collection as she too joined Calliope and Rhou, emptying her own stream, nearly brown between the dark gold of her urine and the red of her period, not even bothering to pull her clothes aside as her stream soaked through her thong and shorts almost instantly, running down her legs into the sodden fur below. Chelse erupted once more into a noisy orgasm, overwhelmed by the girls' behavior in her room. She didn't see colors or fantasies; instead, images fresh in her mind, images from last night as well as images still being created before her, swirled like a glorious slideshow, playing out like several custom porn flicks at once, the realization that these were her friends, and this was her stuff, sending her completely over the edge. After what she could only describe as having regained consciousness, Chelse weakly crawled to the edge of her bed. "Hey Rhou?" she whimpered weakly. "Y-yeah Chelse?" Rhou responded, her own body and voice quivering as she struggled to sit up, due both to her own weakness and the softness of the pile beneath her. "Got--got another dare for you," Chelse responded, sighing through the plushies on top until she found where the majority of Rhou's diaper still remained in a pile. Some of the goo had been washed by Rhou's stream down into the plushies below, or had gotten rubbed into others' fur sometime last night, but there was still a good amount piled on top of one of her larger plushes. She reached down to feel it, still warm from at least one of the three streams her plushies had received this morning. "I dare you to eat your diaper for breakfast." "Mm, fuck yeah," Rhou moaned, sitting up just enough to be able to reach the plushie covered in the most diaper goo, grabbing a warm handful in each paw and eating it slowly. The taste was unique, flavored from each girl, as well as the more...unique streams it had been exposed to this time: trace amounts of both Cath's menses and Calliope's ink made certain bites more flavorful. "A-and Rhou?" "Huh?" The bat looked up to see the naked mouse spreading her legs right over her head. "Drink up." She hardly had time to think as the mouse's warm stream hit her face. It was relatively weak in flow, but the taste and scent was deliciously strong, and Rhou pulled the mouse gently closer to savor as much as she could, trying to let as little flow down her body as possible, but not at all flinching when she did feel her fur grow warm and damp. The mouse's stream lasted about a minute, and was immediately repaid by Rhou teasing her back. "Mm, so," Rhou started, licking her lips before sucking some of the urine and diaper gel off of the plushie she'd been eating off of. "I hope you don't mind saying bye-bye to this one," she looked up at the mouse with a smile, receiving one in return as she slowly bit into the soggy plush, a decently-sized dark gray pug, and shook her head back and forth vigorously, a muted "rawr!" coming from her as she grabbed ahold of its paws and pulled, her teeth ripping open the plushie's back. Giggling at her own silliness, she looked back up to see the mouse had nearly passed out from exhaustion and arousal. Her girls' night had turned into a marathon of fetish, a lifetime of fantasies which she still hadn't yet thought of how to clean up or recover from. Eventually, the girls had to recover from their aroused haze, each attempting to get dressed before having to leave. Dumping the hamper in the tub, Cassie ended up somehow not needing to borrow any clothes after all, although there were a few damp spots where the drake had to be careful not to rupture the thinned fabric. Calliope's clothes were splattered with ink, and there were a few tears here and there, a result of her horseplay with Cassie. Her panties were, of course, completely ruined, the scraps getting tossed with what little was left from Chelse's hamper. Cath's shirt was completely unscathed, although was as usual already in tatters to begin with, although her shorts and thong were completely ruined, with half of each stained brownish red up one side and dark streaks down her thighs. Rhou, being unable to change, wet herself one final time before leaving, fully clothed but commando, leaving her own shorts soaked, as well as Chelse's carpet (not that Chelse seemed to mind, although she did still tease the mouse with mock-sorrow: "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop!"). Finally, Chelse was left bare naked, saying goodbye to the girls before being left all by herself. The house was hers, at least for awhile longer, but she didn't want to leave the mess that was her room. Her precious plushie collection was completely doused and smelled deeply, stains of every color and leftover bits of diaper still adorning those on top, bits of fluff from the puppy Rhou had shredded and perhaps one or two more not yet identified. Her carpet now too bore a deep stain from Rhou's final wetting, as well as a few stray streaks of red, though those could be cleaned. Her hamper, however, bore colorful stains that wouldn't wash out all the way, the contents having left stains after spending the night soaked in drake urine. Her comforter was completely soaked through, still gooey from her girlfriend's period, the sheets underneath too sporting a sizable stain. Taking a deep whiff of her girlfriend's strong, bloody scent, she sat upon her bed, sheets in hand, and enjoyed herself as she surveyed over and over the aftermath of one of the best sleepover she'd ever had.