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This is a specific little sub-interest for piss stuff that I think is just so much fun - assisted pissing/aiming. It's a ton of fun to see in art, and i had a blast writing it here too!", "writing": "Erika rested with one arm up behind her head, the soft tickle of the long grass all around reaching up to surround her bare body. She lay slightly tilted to one side so that her tail could comfortably stick out to the side, still wagging slowly; the residual electric shiver reverberated through her loins again and again, and the familiar comfortable heat of the recent satisfaction kept all of her senses buzzing. The wild dog shifted a bit, half-lifted a leg… felt the distinct, slimy slickness dribble out from inside of her into the puddle that had already gathered along the grass, and then couldn’t help but run her free paw down there to wipe up some of the mess. She turned her head, saw her brother there beside her with his eyes closed and mouth open, reached over to clamp her freshly slickened paw around his nose-\n\n-and he stirred as though just waking up, which, knowing boys… “Erika.”\n\n“Mm?”\n\n“I gotta piss.”\n\nThat was no surprise. He usually had to after cumming his brains out. “Okay. So go. We’re already outside.” Erika sat up. “Wait, actually. Let me see. I’ve always been curious how you sheath-havers manage to do it.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“You know. Pissing. Does it, like…” She reached up for him as he struggled to stand up, then half-turned away from her. Max dropped a paw down to the thick, luscious fur of his sheath, still damp and matted after what they had just done; as he moved, the air wafting off of him smelled so richly of both of them, tangled and tied together. “Does it make it inflate like a balloon first? I’ve gotten, like, most of my tongue in there, and-”\n\n“Erika! Stop.” He scoffed, placed two fingers and a thumb at the forward lip of his sheath, squeezed – a thick, somewhat frothy glob of something dribbled out – and then smoothly rolled the skin back, so that it seemed to glide across the wet meat held inside. Then back and forth, back and forth again, quick and soft, as though the skin more draped down around his shaft rather than hugged it. “Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna make this difficult. I can’t piss while hard.”\n\n“Can you piss while being watched?” She hoisted herself up, drew forward, then knelt in front of him, so close that each breath carried the rich musk of her own canine spade still clinging around his fur. She swallowed, licked her lips, tilted her head a bit; Max grumbled and partially turned away again, though had paused in his sheath movement so that now he just held it slightly retracted, the supple skin bunched up behind his fingers, the soft, glistening flesh of his tapered tip revealed and steaming slightly in the cool night. Sheath pulled back like this, his scent took on a sharper, deeper, fuller touch to it, enough to make her nose curl and draw her in closer-\n\n-and then he sighed, shifted a bit so that his sheath and sack jiggled in the air, and another, spicy touch joined the mix of aromas. The first few dribbles dripped down along the underside of his barely-revealed shaft, trickling down along the wrinkled lip of his sheath and dropping down from there; but then as he went on longer it strengthened more, first spraying loosely out to one side, then building fully into the smooth, steady stream, arcing out into the air. Erika leaned in closer, breathing deep of the scent of her brother’s mark sizzling up off of him.\n\n“Looks like…” He swallowed, took in another breath, and rolled the skin back a little bit further. “I can…”\n\nHow fascinating. Erika leaned in a little bit closer, finding the point along his tapered tip where the stream actually begun, and watching the way that, every now and then, a stray little dribble of his piss dripped free, hung down, and then broke away. Slowly she reached up, nudged his paw away, and then took over the task of aiming herself: with her thumb looping underneath she could feel the progress of the pressure inside of him, the faint, distant rush of the surging liquid as it pushed through his inner workings.\n\nShe let her mouth drop partially open as she watched, as she investigated. Erika pushed the sleek, soft folds of his sheath skin back a bit further, back until they bunched up across themselves and then began to loop over, soft furry exterior folding in over itself so that the sleek, smooth, meaty inner side pushed out; Max gasped and twitched, stream briefly bouncing, then managed to resume his initial rhythm.\n\nThen she brought her other paw up as well, this one coming in along his base, fingers wrapping around his hanging sack, pulling there. Again he tightened, but the tug along the loose hanging skin pulled around the base of his sheath, tightening the little span of the membrane that hung between the back of his sheath and his lower belly, which in turn seemed to draw the skin back even further – and her brother’s mark bounced over her shoulder, then swayed side to side as he tried to readjust. Erika giggled softly, squished both her paws in along the exterior of the supple overlapping folds of skin, and straightened them out, now squishing them up towards his tip – and then finally around it.\n\nFirst all that happened was that he sprayed loosely, messily out around her, catching her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, her mouth a little bit. She flicked her tongue across her maw on instinct, then squished a forefinger and thumb down around the lips of his sheath. Max jumped a little bit, paws coming up; Erika’s smile continued to grow as his sheath then did exactly what she had expected, filling out from inside, inflating along and around his length like a fleshy balloon as he continued to drain himself out, until finally she felt the tension begin to hit its peak, and – when she released him again it all poured out from inside, spraying in one full blast which then tapered off to a slow, dribbling end.\n\nYet again her brother grumbled. He nudged her paws away and stroked himself a few more times, squishing the skin down from the base and pushing forward to clear out any piss that remained caught further down in those folds. “You made a mess.”\n\n“D’ya ever, like, dig a finger down in there? To make sure you got everything?”\n\n“What? No. That’s just part of having the sheath. You’ll never get everything.” He poked the tip of a finger in, tugged the skin so it seated properly around his tip, then gave himself one more jiggle. “I mean. Maybe sometimes. I like the way it smells. Shut up.”\n\n“Okay, okay.” Erika stood up, wobbled on still unsteady legs, and draped an arm around her brother’s shoulders. “It’s my turn now.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“C’mon. On your knees. Aim for me.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Yeah. This fucking thing?” She cupped her plump, full canine spade in her other paw, the succulent wet meat hanging a good three fingers out from the rest of her body – and I’m not even in heat this time. “I gotta, like… roll back and aim, too. You had your turn; now it’s mine.”\n\nHe stared at her, glanced down, stared at her again… and then dropped to his knees beside her. “So I – just…?”\n\n“I dunno.” Erika braced her paws on her waist, shifting a bit to spread her legs. Her spade took a moment to unstick from the wet, matted fur of her inner thighs, then sagged down beneath its own hefty weight. A thick, foggy rope of something hung down from the succulent lips, jiggled, then broke to plop down into the grass beneath. “Well, I do, of course, but it’ll be more fun if you figure it out.”\n\n“Erika-”\n\n“And better do it fast, because… I’m…” She closed her eyes, rolled her head back, bit her lip, and focused. Something interesting to her was that it seemed that for him, he had to relax to start pissing; for her it was the opposite, where she centered in, pushed down, and squeezed, working those muscles, squinching everything together to begin the flow. Three or four times in the past Max had made her laugh so hard that she had pissed a little, but naturally, he only knew about one or two of them. “Ready to… oh, gosh, there it is, I…”\n\nThe rich, sharp warmth seared out across the overlapping folds of wet, supple meat between her legs, spilling and coursing through as she began to empty out. Normally on the toilet at home she had her phone in one paw and then the other down between her legs, two fingers on either side of her sex keeping the plump flesh spread so that the opening – nozzle, maybe? No, that’s not quite right… - could stream out unimpeded against the bowl. Without that spread, though, it took the path of least resistance in trickling through overlapping wrinkles and folds of wet meat, then halfway spilled out from the central fold, then one corner, and then partially along the length of her spade as well, and only then did Max reach in, one paw coming in around her front and the other awkwardly lifting up between her legs.\n\nNervous fingers pushed in around her, at first just squishing the meat of her spade in against itself, and then spreading apart. The other wild dog blinked and spluttered when her stream curved to spray out across his face; he shook his head, licked his lips, then squinted down at where her black flesh spread open beneath his fingers, to show the luscious warm pink inside.\n\nErika stretched her arms up over head, pushing a little bit more; her stream picked up in its pressure, lifting up a little bit and briefly sputtering out. “Ooh,” she purred, “that’s much better. God, I didn’t realize how much I… had to go…” As she spoke she angled her hips forward, tilting her aim up a little bit; Max cursed beneath his breath as one of his paws slipped from the slick, slimy surface of her spade, causing her lips to flop back in against themselves and once again break her stream into a loose, messy spray.\n\n“Oh, my.” Erika bumped against him, the warmth trickling down along the exterior, then following one leg before it dribbled down from there. “And you complained about me making a mess.”\n\n“Sorry! Sorry, I, um…” Max flailed his paws, stray drops flinging from his fingers. “Oh! Maybe I could… uh…” And he stood up, faltered for a second, then stepped around behind his sister, with her smirking at how he unsuccessfully hid his growing arousal, tapered tip still dripping out some of the last drops of his own piss.\n\n“Max…” Erika tilted her head to follow him. She bumped her rear back against him, tail coming up, piss trickling along her leg to hopefully catch one of his footpaws. “I’m still going…”\n\n“I know! I know, and I’m – uh…”\n\nHe wrapped his arms around her from behind, piss-damp fingers briefly pushing through her fur, and continued down her body. Erika took in a little gasp at the sensation of his touch brushing across the little pinpoint nipples lining down her belly, then couldn’t resist the shiver of pleasure when he once again spread his fingers around her. He pushed his chin in along her shoulder – being slightly shorter, Max had to stand up on his tiptoes in the grass to keep his balance there – and leaned forward to watch what he was doing, that first paw spreading around the base of her protruding spade, squishing down at the soft, hot meat right where short fur gave way to smooth skin.\n\n“And then I… could…”\n\nHe reached in with the other as well, the first pushing at her base, the second now coming in at the fringe of her lips. Max spread his fingers into the rush of her mark as it flowed out, dug briefly into her, and then spread his sister from there inside. She reached up to squeeze at his arm, her hips coming forward again, her stream straightening out, her rump pushing back against his steadily growing arousal despite his recent finish.\n\nThe longer she went on, the more she squeezed at him, just the same as she tightened her own muscles. Then, feeling the end of her flow approaching, Erika kept that paw in place and slid the other down his wrist towards where he held both of his around her, and guided his fingers in – to sink up into slick, wet, dripping meat with the last few squirts of her mark, dribbling out around him.\n\nThen she rocked her hips forward and back again, forward onto his fingers, back against his length. “That’s much better,” she purred; Erika tugged on his wrist, slid him back out of her, and then guided that paw to her muzzle, where she lapped off the clinging slickness. First was the bright, sharp spice of her own fresh piss, layered over the wider, fuller flavor of her musk – and then, of course, the distinct note of Max buried deep inside of her, over time seeming like it dominated more and more of her own natural scent and presence. “Do you wanna start heading home, or wanna… stay out here a bit longer?”\n\nMax nuzzled into her shoulder. “Erika…”\n\n“Mm?”\n\n“I’m getting thirsty.”\n\nShe rolled her eyes. “And you tell me now?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Erika rested with one arm up behind her head, the soft tickle of the long grass all around reaching up to surround her bare body. She lay slightly tilted to one side so that her tail could comfortably stick out to the side, still wagging slowly; the residual electric shiver reverberated through her loins again and again, and the familiar comfortable heat of the recent satisfaction kept all of her senses buzzing. The wild dog shifted a bit, half-lifted a leg… felt the distinct, slimy slickness dribble out from inside of her into the puddle that had already gathered along the grass, and then couldn’t help but run her free paw down there to wipe up some of the mess. She turned her head, saw her brother there beside her with his eyes closed and mouth open, reached over to clamp her freshly slickened paw around his nose-

-and he stirred as though just waking up, which, knowing boys… “Erika.”

“Mm?”

“I gotta piss.”

That was no surprise. He usually had to after cumming his brains out. “Okay. So go. We’re already outside.” Erika sat up. “Wait, actually. Let me see. I’ve always been curious how you sheath-havers manage to do it.”

“What?”

“You know. Pissing. Does it, like…” She reached up for him as he struggled to stand up, then half-turned away from her. Max dropped a paw down to the thick, luscious fur of his sheath, still damp and matted after what they had just done; as he moved, the air wafting off of him smelled so richly of both of them, tangled and tied together. “Does it make it inflate like a balloon first? I’ve gotten, like, most of my tongue in there, and-”

“Erika! Stop.” He scoffed, placed two fingers and a thumb at the forward lip of his sheath, squeezed – a thick, somewhat frothy glob of something dribbled out – and then smoothly rolled the skin back, so that it seemed to glide across the wet meat held inside. Then back and forth, back and forth again, quick and soft, as though the skin more draped down around his shaft rather than hugged it. “Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna make this difficult. I can’t piss while hard.”

“Can you piss while being watched?” She hoisted herself up, drew forward, then knelt in front of him, so close that each breath carried the rich musk of her own canine spade still clinging around his fur. She swallowed, licked her lips, tilted her head a bit; Max grumbled and partially turned away again, though had paused in his sheath movement so that now he just held it slightly retracted, the supple skin bunched up behind his fingers, the soft, glistening flesh of his tapered tip revealed and steaming slightly in the cool night. Sheath pulled back like this, his scent took on a sharper, deeper, fuller touch to it, enough to make her nose curl and draw her in closer-

-and then he sighed, shifted a bit so that his sheath and sack jiggled in the air, and another, spicy touch joined the mix of aromas. The first few dribbles dripped down along the underside of his barely-revealed shaft, trickling down along the wrinkled lip of his sheath and dropping down from there; but then as he went on longer it strengthened more, first spraying loosely out to one side, then building fully into the smooth, steady stream, arcing out into the air. Erika leaned in closer, breathing deep of the scent of her brother’s mark sizzling up off of him.

“Looks like…” He swallowed, took in another breath, and rolled the skin back a little bit further. “I can…”

How fascinating. Erika leaned in a little bit closer, finding the point along his tapered tip where the stream actually begun, and watching the way that, every now and then, a stray little dribble of his piss dripped free, hung down, and then broke away. Slowly she reached up, nudged his paw away, and then took over the task of aiming herself: with her thumb looping underneath she could feel the progress of the pressure inside of him, the faint, distant rush of the surging liquid as it pushed through his inner workings.

She let her mouth drop partially open as she watched, as she investigated. Erika pushed the sleek, soft folds of his sheath skin back a bit further, back until they bunched up across themselves and then began to loop over, soft furry exterior folding in over itself so that the sleek, smooth, meaty inner side pushed out; Max gasped and twitched, stream briefly bouncing, then managed to resume his initial rhythm.

Then she brought her other paw up as well, this one coming in along his base, fingers wrapping around his hanging sack, pulling there. Again he tightened, but the tug along the loose hanging skin pulled around the base of his sheath, tightening the little span of the membrane that hung between the back of his sheath and his lower belly, which in turn seemed to draw the skin back even further – and her brother’s mark bounced over her shoulder, then swayed side to side as he tried to readjust. Erika giggled softly, squished both her paws in along the exterior of the supple overlapping folds of skin, and straightened them out, now squishing them up towards his tip – and then finally around it.

First all that happened was that he sprayed loosely, messily out around her, catching her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, her mouth a little bit. She flicked her tongue across her maw on instinct, then squished a forefinger and thumb down around the lips of his sheath. Max jumped a little bit, paws coming up; Erika’s smile continued to grow as his sheath then did exactly what she had expected, filling out from inside, inflating along and around his length like a fleshy balloon as he continued to drain himself out, until finally she felt the tension begin to hit its peak, and – when she released him again it all poured out from inside, spraying in one full blast which then tapered off to a slow, dribbling end.

Yet again her brother grumbled. He nudged her paws away and stroked himself a few more times, squishing the skin down from the base and pushing forward to clear out any piss that remained caught further down in those folds. “You made a mess.”

“D’ya ever, like, dig a finger down in there? To make sure you got everything?”

“What? No. That’s just part of having the sheath. You’ll never get everything.” He poked the tip of a finger in, tugged the skin so it seated properly around his tip, then gave himself one more jiggle. “I mean. Maybe sometimes. I like the way it smells. Shut up.”

“Okay, okay.” Erika stood up, wobbled on still unsteady legs, and draped an arm around her brother’s shoulders. “It’s my turn now.”

“What?”

“C’mon. On your knees. Aim for me.”

“What?”

“Yeah. This fucking thing?” She cupped her plump, full canine spade in her other paw, the succulent wet meat hanging a good three fingers out from the rest of her body – and I’m not even in heat this time. “I gotta, like… roll back and aim, too. You had your turn; now it’s mine.”

He stared at her, glanced down, stared at her again… and then dropped to his knees beside her. “So I – just…?”

“I dunno.” Erika braced her paws on her waist, shifting a bit to spread her legs. Her spade took a moment to unstick from the wet, matted fur of her inner thighs, then sagged down beneath its own hefty weight. A thick, foggy rope of something hung down from the succulent lips, jiggled, then broke to plop down into the grass beneath. “Well, I do, of course, but it’ll be more fun if you figure it out.”

“Erika-”

“And better do it fast, because… I’m…” She closed her eyes, rolled her head back, bit her lip, and focused. Something interesting to her was that it seemed that for him, he had to relax to start pissing; for her it was the opposite, where she centered in, pushed down, and squeezed, working those muscles, squinching everything together to begin the flow. Three or four times in the past Max had made her laugh so hard that she had pissed a little, but naturally, he only knew about one or two of them. “Ready to… oh, gosh, there it is, I…”

The rich, sharp warmth seared out across the overlapping folds of wet, supple meat between her legs, spilling and coursing through as she began to empty out. Normally on the toilet at home she had her phone in one paw and then the other down between her legs, two fingers on either side of her sex keeping the plump flesh spread so that the opening – nozzle, maybe? No, that’s not quite right… - could stream out unimpeded against the bowl. Without that spread, though, it took the path of least resistance in trickling through overlapping wrinkles and folds of wet meat, then halfway spilled out from the central fold, then one corner, and then partially along the length of her spade as well, and only then did Max reach in, one paw coming in around her front and the other awkwardly lifting up between her legs.

Nervous fingers pushed in around her, at first just squishing the meat of her spade in against itself, and then spreading apart. The other wild dog blinked and spluttered when her stream curved to spray out across his face; he shook his head, licked his lips, then squinted down at where her black flesh spread open beneath his fingers, to show the luscious warm pink inside.

Erika stretched her arms up over head, pushing a little bit more; her stream picked up in its pressure, lifting up a little bit and briefly sputtering out. “Ooh,” she purred, “that’s much better. God, I didn’t realize how much I… had to go…” As she spoke she angled her hips forward, tilting her aim up a little bit; Max cursed beneath his breath as one of his paws slipped from the slick, slimy surface of her spade, causing her lips to flop back in against themselves and once again break her stream into a loose, messy spray.

“Oh, my.” Erika bumped against him, the warmth trickling down along the exterior, then following one leg before it dribbled down from there. “And you complained about me making a mess.”

“Sorry! Sorry, I, um…” Max flailed his paws, stray drops flinging from his fingers. “Oh! Maybe I could… uh…” And he stood up, faltered for a second, then stepped around behind his sister, with her smirking at how he unsuccessfully hid his growing arousal, tapered tip still dripping out some of the last drops of his own piss.

“Max…” Erika tilted her head to follow him. She bumped her rear back against him, tail coming up, piss trickling along her leg to hopefully catch one of his footpaws. “I’m still going…”

“I know! I know, and I’m – uh…”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, piss-damp fingers briefly pushing through her fur, and continued down her body. Erika took in a little gasp at the sensation of his touch brushing across the little pinpoint nipples lining down her belly, then couldn’t resist the shiver of pleasure when he once again spread his fingers around her. He pushed his chin in along her shoulder – being slightly shorter, Max had to stand up on his tiptoes in the grass to keep his balance there – and leaned forward to watch what he was doing, that first paw spreading around the base of her protruding spade, squishing down at the soft, hot meat right where short fur gave way to smooth skin.

“And then I… could…”

He reached in with the other as well, the first pushing at her base, the second now coming in at the fringe of her lips. Max spread his fingers into the rush of her mark as it flowed out, dug briefly into her, and then spread his sister from there inside. She reached up to squeeze at his arm, her hips coming forward again, her stream straightening out, her rump pushing back against his steadily growing arousal despite his recent finish.

The longer she went on, the more she squeezed at him, just the same as she tightened her own muscles. Then, feeling the end of her flow approaching, Erika kept that paw in place and slid the other down his wrist towards where he held both of his around her, and guided his fingers in – to sink up into slick, wet, dripping meat with the last few squirts of her mark, dribbling out around him.

Then she rocked her hips forward and back again, forward onto his fingers, back against his length. “That’s much better,” she purred; Erika tugged on his wrist, slid him back out of her, and then guided that paw to her muzzle, where she lapped off the clinging slickness. First was the bright, sharp spice of her own fresh piss, layered over the wider, fuller flavor of her musk – and then, of course, the distinct note of Max buried deep inside of her, over time seeming like it dominated more and more of her own natural scent and presence. “Do you wanna start heading home, or wanna… stay out here a bit longer?”

Max nuzzled into her shoulder. “Erika…”

“Mm?”

“I’m getting thirsty.”

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