So I finally got around to making some backstory about the first commission I got from Jooper, the scenario here https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37463453/. Been intending to create a story like this for some time. 
Warning of very big fetishy fantasy indulgence of piss content.
Very big thanks to user Pratum_Vulpes for proofreading my entire document and providing many helpful suggestions and improvements! He also makes very good watersports related stories. https://www.furaffinity.net/user/pratumvulpes 
Very big thanks to Jooper for the great watersports image as well!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jooper~ 
The first section includes a wall of text explaining the context of the situation, it can be skipped if you want to go straight to the action.

----- Context -----


Ember[a] and Purple Hue are spending their time in a nightclub speakeasy in the city of Beakmouth, the two are good friends, having met one another only a few months prior they found themselves to have a lot in common, being newcomers to the city. Ember is a rather lean Blaziken with a puffy hairstyle on his head, which is unlike most Blaziken while it also being a distinctive amber colour. Being short sighted he wore bespoke glasses that rested on the temple of his beak and stretched far back to the behind of his beak. As for clothing he sported khaki chinos that fit snugly around his legs with what would have been a plain gray shirt on his body if the nightclub did not feel so warm. He also is wearing his traditional purple and pink scarf. 
Purple Hue is an anthropomorphic pony, much in the style of MLP, having a distinct purple coat of fur and wearing his signature black shirt, cargo trousers and plain black cap.

The nightclub speakeasy in Beakmouth rests upon an uncertain time in the city, with any use of alcohol barred throughout the city many establishments providing illicit sale of alcohol propped up. This particular speakeasy, often referred to as “The Getaway'' by its patrons, resides next to an alleyway in the busy commercial district of Beakmouth, with regular patrols outside the incredibly drunk patrons are often required to spend the night in the speakeasy before they are allowed out, lest the law enforcement find it suspicious that drunken furs and pokemon wonder from this particular alleyway. Despite the popularity of the speakeasy, noise restrictions were also in place to prevent those outside from audibly hearing the activities within, often leading to an underwhelming dance experience.


----- Unforeseen Circumstances -----

Ember, having finished his first alcoholic beverage of the night, slides the bottle to the side of the table clinking it next to the collection Purple was already piling. Not being an avid drinker, he already felt tipsy, with uncontrollable bouts of heat permeating around his naturally hot body. Ember and Purple discuss a few trivial matters, and unlike other nightclubs, it is easy to discuss without needing to raise your voice over obnoxious pop music due to the noise restrictions. 
It was fun for Ember to participate in an activity he never got to enjoy often, whereas Purple, before he arrived in Beakmouth, was a lot more familiar with the pastime.
All of a sudden, Ember could feel a sharp pain in his bladder; it seems his tipsiness somewhat suppressed his urge to go. Visibly groaning in front of Purple, the pony asks what’s up with his friend,
“Hey Ember, you okay[b]?”
The Blaziken seethed from the sudden burst of pain, immediately pressing down on his crotch with his right claw. He replied,
“Y-yeah yeah I’m good, I should have perhaps gone to piss before we started drinking, think I’m about to burst here.”
“Heh, well that’s convenient, I’m starting to feel the alcohol from these bottles start to take its toll on me.”
“We better find where the restrooms are.”

The two vacate their seats, bringing along the bottle of alcohol they are currently drinking and leaving the rest of their luggage under the table to recon the location of the restroom. Ember, having his need to urinate constantly bombard his bladder with painful aches, could not help but whimper chicken noises alongside Purple, who seemed to pitifully chuckle to himself at the sight of the Blaziken. The pony always knew he could hold his drink better than him.
The room layout of the speakeasy was unintuitive to say the least, being a refurbished underground storage basement for whatever business was above them. It often had makeshift corridors that would lead to staff owned sections of the building and sections where the ceiling was incredibly high; anyone could tell the owners bought this place to immediately turn it into an illicit establishment without prior planning or consideration of the area. The ground below was also cold hard concrete, as sections outside of the main nightclub area lacked any kind of flooring. The icy concrete felt uncomfortable for Purple and Ember to tread their exposed hooves and claws on, and further serving to highlight how the place felt like a work in progress than a completed venue
Eventually, the pair find a sign that directs them towards the restrooms. Still being a bit of a walk away, they head down the corridor, the low nightclub music gradually fading to a muffled murmur along the emptiness of the aisle. As the two reach the end, it appears the area has no lighting , likely from the lack of wiring from the past owners. Only a bright purple hue from the dancefloor illuminated their path.
To the duo’s dismay, the door to the only restroom in the building displayed a sign reading “Out of Service”, This led Ember to whine yet again, performing a desperate potty dance in front of Purple; the contents of Ember’s brown bottle sloshing around with some drops spilling onto the floor. Hearing the alcohol do this did not help the Blaziken’s situation either, and Purple commented on the matter.
“Well what do we do now? It does not suggest an alternative , or even give us a bucket to piss in.”


In what could be considered a perfect ex-machina, the two saw a shiny Braixen emerging from a room adjacent to them. The short vulpine buttoned up his fall front as he walked away from a spare room, smirking in acknowledgement of what was happening in there. The soft echoing of liquids striking surfaces gave further context as to what the passing Pokemon has just finished doing. The two speakeasy goers stared at the other Pokemon's lavender 18th century suit with gold embroidery, which was a jarring but stately departure from the much more casual wear of other patrons before focusing their attention to the bodily need that had drawn them here
The pony and chicken look to one another; it seems they have no other option.
“Well we can’t just leave the nightclub can we… It’d be way too suspicious and we might not even be allowed out!”
Ember says.
“Looks like we have to,” replied Purple.


The pair of friends make their way into the room, and upon entering the aroma of fresh piss infiltrates the nostrils of the two. The room had the same concrete flooring as the hallway they were in, there is a rug which covered a quarter of the room and fit into the corner to the right of them. Immediately, they can see another patron of the nightclub, a female kobold, relieving herself onto the corner onto the rug, a stream of pee hissing from her urethra, the noise echoing around the empty room. She sighs, her tongue rolling out of her open mouth as she became immersed in her relief, paying no attention to the two who have just walked in. 
The room itself was already well used, with puddles of urine everywhere and many dark patches on the rug. Many used tissues litter the floor, too, with a box of them left by someone. Whether it was the staff who left it or another patron was unknown. This also led to other questions that the two proposed to themselves, such as if the toilets have been out of service for a long time, or if furs just cannot handle their drink.

“So, this must be the improvised ‘restroom’.” Purple remarks, smirking.
“With all the walls and space in the middle, it’s a much higher capacity one at that, which means less queues. I for one am in favour of this.” Ember says, chuckling to himself.
Not wishing to waste any time, Ember immediately turned around the corner to obscure himself from anyone outside. He fumbled around with his zipper, losing grip on many occasions to undo it and exclaiming expletives from his dire situation. Purple, accepting the situation as it is decides to join Ember, moving over to an empty space to the Blaziken’s right.Purple casually undoes his fly to reveal his sheath, looking over at Ember who eventually lowers his zipper to reveal his red fluffy crotch that hid his slit.

The two promptly prepared in unison, Purple’s horsecock sliding out from its sheath, flaccid enough to be gripped and aimed where he wanted it to. Ember felt his fleshy pink penis emerge out of his sheath, already moist with piss, ready to be positioned too.
He grasped his tapered cock using his right claw, grasping his bottle in the other claw. The Blaziken loosened the floodgates of his bladder and was able to feel the torrent of piss rush down his urethra until it reaches the length of his shaft, causing it to rumble before it jolts out in a burst of piss. Ember watches as a large stream of golden liquids jets down to the concrete flooring.

Purple follows suit, his own waterfall of pee unleashing alongside the chicken.
The two breathe a loud sigh of relief as they begin to drain their bladders, their combined hissing echoed around the room. The two cause loud splashes to fill the room as both of their streams now collide with the chill, already wet concrete, splashing urine droplets back onto their trousers and feet as it collects in a quickly growing puddle beneath them.

The immense relief Ember felt caused his beak to blush ruby red, his body loosening up after the desperation he felt before was alleviated; the pony and him relishing in their naughty activity As the seconds passed, their flows of piss kep only contributing to the large puddle of freshly spent urine that they would be leaving. Purple decides to toy with his piss stream, directing his horsecock upwards to watch his urine arc up, consequently causing a louder splash as the liquid rains down onto the floor with a loud pattering sound. Their extensive piss puddles began combining together while their pee forms small rivulets that depart from the main pool of waste liquids.

The duo could begin to smell the potency of their own draining urine, leaving their scent in the room as they savour the music that is the loud hissing and splashing, by now the scalie in the corner had excused herself from the room. She would soon be replaced, however, by a group consisting of a male pokemon and two furs that promptly began emptying themselves, their consecutive sighs and hissing streams adding to the already satisfying and arousing atmosphere of the room.

Ember’s stream wains after a while, the strong arc rapidly losing strength as his bladder is almost dry. In his wake, an extensive pool of urine is left below him, steaming from having once been in his hot Fire-type insides. The warmth that started to emanate from his piss had heated up the room considerably since they first entered. Once his arc ceased, the Blaziken left his cock to drip with piss, wiggling his member to evacuate the last drops that remained on it. Purple noticed his waterfall of piss gradually lose power until he too only had dribbles coming from his urethra.

Ember and Purple both conceal their lengths and proceed to exit the room, leaving the other three that entered to continue relieving themselves. The sounds of the trio’s own puddle creation being heard as the pair of buddies exit the corridor. The avian and pony both realized that it felt really good to have let all that out of their system.




----- Conclusion -----

After the pair return to their seats they decide that it would be best to leave, having emptied their tanks, they make their way to the exit of the nightclub only to be stopped and checked by one of the bouncers finding that the both of them are considered to be too drunk to be allowed out into the streets, which of course meant they had to pay for temporary accommodation in the room like many others have to, at obviously a very high expense for them.

The next day Ember and Purple awaken to once again, to a full bladder naturally, the two get ready to depart with the Blaziken suffering from a splitting headache. Once ready they decide to check on the situation with the restroom, curious to see the aftermath of the situation, to their surprise the toilets were still out of service, the duo straight away picked up on the stench that emanated from the other “restroom”, upon entering the room the rug is now entirely damp, with wet patches formed on the top being unable to absorb the vast quantities of urine it has been subjected to, the concrete floor is now a consolidated pool of piss, an unorthodox delight for Ember and Purple to experience they could both feel their cocks tingle in arousal, as much as they want to take in the sights more the two decide to head in and contribute ones last time to the unholy amalgamation of everyones piss, afterwards leaving the nightclub to return to their homes.










[a]One thing that I am seeing consistently are comma splices; i.e. you have independent clauses that are strung together by commas.


What that does is make really long sentences which are awkward to read in one go.


I'll be highlighting instances of these as I read along and make suggestions.
[b]I am a big fan of the Oxford comma, if you couldn't tell XP