Holding for the Wolves ----- Part 1: Hospitality Fennix decided to spend his free night hanging out with his two wolf friends - Dire and Wendell - whom he met several months ago. But the plan for these three was more than just "hanging out." Fennix accepted a certain endurance challenge from the wolves, and the wolves would try to make the challenge difficult while also having a little fun with him. The challenge rules were simple. Fennix must accept and comsume every drink that the wolves offer him no matter what. And to make things even more interesting, Fennix wasn't allowed to use the wolves' bathroom until midnight, or a bit earlier if he begs them hard enough. Fennix arrived at the wolves' place this evening, just about 6 hours before midnight. The wolves gave Fennix a warm welcome and invited him inside. Then the challenge began the moment Fennix sat down on the couch in the living room and watched Wendell walk to the kitchen towards the fridge. "You look thirsty. How about I get ya something to drink," Wendell said to Fennix as he opened the fridge and reached for three bottles of Slap Juice. Fennix gave Wendell a worried look for a second because he thought he was going to have to drink all three of those bottles at the start. Wendell made his way towards Fennix and gave him one of the bottles, then he gave the other bottle to Dire and kept the third one for himself. Fennix breathed a little sigh of relief thinking that he's starting off with just one bottle after all. Both of the wolves sat on the couch next to Fennix and opened their bottles. They each took a small sip then set the bottles to the side for now. Fennix still had yet to open his bottle of Slap Juice. "You know it's best to drink it while it's still cold. Even better if you chug the entire bottle," Wendell said to Fennix, and then he chuckled. "And don't worry. I have a lot more of these in the fridge." Fennix finally decided to open his bottle and started chugging the cold orange-flavored beverage as Wendell suggested. It only took half a minute for Fennix to finish the entire bottle. Shortly after, Dire grabbed his bottle and offered it to Fennix. "Here. You can have the rest of mine. I'm not really that thirsty," he said to Fennix with a smirk. The bottle was still nearly full. "Uh...thanks," Fennix said as he grabbed the bottle from Dire. He then started drinking the bottle at a much slower pace. A couple of minutes later, Fennix finished his drink and felt a slight fullness in his stomach. All that juice would have to go somewhere eventually. Fennix then glanced at Wendell and his nearly-full bottle. Wendell caught Fennix's glance and gave him a smug look. "Oh, you want mine too? You must really love this stuff. Okay here, take it." Fennix reluctantly accepted the bottle and slowly drank it. This time he took nearly five minutes to finish the bottle. Wendell gave Fennix a couple of soft pats on his stomach. "Looks like you had enough for now. So...wanna watch a show? Maybe play some matches for a little bit?" For the past hour, the three have been relaxing on the couch, watching some comedy shows and occasionally chatting with each other. By that time, Fennix no longer felt the pressure of the last three bottles in his stomach. Instead, he started to feel a slight amount of pressure building up in his lower abdomen. A few minutes later, Wendell stood up and went back to the kitchen. He came back into the living room with four bottles of Slap Juice this time. He then handed two of those bottles to Fennix. "Here you go. You get two this time since you love these so much." He then gave the third bottle to Dire and kept the fourth for himself for now. It took nearly half an hour for Fennix to finish drinking the two bottles given to him. Throughout the time, the pressure in his lower abdomen was gradually increasing, but it wasn't enough for him to lose his composure. At least not yet. Meanwhile, Dire and Wendell only took a couple of sips from their bottles like last time. Another thirty minutes had passed. Fennix felt the first three bottles he drank fully made it's way to his bladder. He started to feel the urge to relieve himself, but he's still capable of discreetly holding it in for now. Fennix glanced at the clock in the living room to see how much longer he's going to have to hold it. It's almost half past 8. So just about 3-and-a-half hours left. A moment later Dire stood up and started talking to Wendell. "Hey. You think it's time we show Fennix his gift?" Fennix looked at the wolves for a moment, wondering about the "gift" they were talking about. Wendell also stood up from the couch. "Alright I'll go get it then. See if he wants to wear it." 'Wear it?' Fennix thought to himself. He then watched Wendell walk into his bedroom to retrieve the "gift." A minute later, Wendell entered the living room holding Fennix's gift in his hands. Fennix looked at Wendell and saw a green H-style harness, a purple pet collar, and a leash. "So Fennix...what do ya think? Wanna try this on?" Fennix thought about it for a moment, then decided to let the wolves have some fun with him. "Yeah sure." He stood up from the couch, approached Wendell, and turned around waiting for the harness to be put on him. While doing that, he also felt the weight of his nearly-full bladder shift, but it wasn't enough for him to lose his composure yet. "Oh and I forgot to mention...you're gonna be wearing 'only' this. Still okay with that?" Wendell asked Fennix. "Hmmm...alright then," Fennix said. He slowly unzipped and carefully stepped out of his jumpsuit while trying not to disturb his bladder too much. He then proceeded to remove his undergarments, leaving himself fully exposed. Fennix turned around once again to let Wendell fasten the harness and collar on him. He then felt the leash being hooked on the back of the harness. Wendell gave Fennix a few soft pats on his shoulders. "There you go. That's a good fox. You know what? You can have the rest of my drink just for that." Fennix couldn't help but blush at the slight praise thrown his way, but he also dreaded the thought of putting even more liquids in his body. They all sat back down on the couch while Wendell passed his bottle to Fennix. Fennix had been taking small sips from the bottle for the last 30 minutes, all while his bladder had been slowly filling near its limit from the past several bottles. But as soon as the bottle in Fennix's hand was empty, he saw another nearly-full bottle enter his peripheral vision. He turned to his right and saw Dire handing his drink to him without saying a word, only a near-evil grin on his face. Fennix nearly let out a groan but accepted the next bottle anyway. As soon as Fennix grabbed the next bottle, he saw Dire's bright orange eyes trail towards Fennix's lower abdomen for a brief moment. Dire lets out another smirk before turning away and looking at the TV again. Out of curiosity, Fennix took a look at his lower abdomen to see what Dire saw. Then he noticed that area was starting to bulge out slightly from all the pee he was holding in at the moment. And it was only going to keep growing until Fennix finally relieves himself, but that won't happen any time soon. Fennix took another half-hour to finish the bottle Dire gave him. This time he started to become slightly desperate to relieve himself. He glanced at the clock again and noticed that he unfortunately had another 2 agonizing hours to endure. He then took a look at his lower abdomen and saw the bulge becoming even more distended and noticeable. Fennix knew that once he loses his composure, the wolves would start toying with and teasing him, but he no longer cared. He started to frantically shake his legs and breathe heavily while placing both hands on his crotch - anything to take his mind off the intense pressure in his bladder. The wolves immediately took notice of Fennix's squirming and both started scooting closer to him. Dire rested his hand on Fennix's thigh while leaning closer to watch for potential leaks. Meanwhile, Wendell wrapped his arm behind Fennix's neck and rested his hand on his shoulder to comfort him. For the next 10 minutes, the trio's attention had completely shifted away from what's playing on the TV. Fennix was trying everything he could to keep the contents of his distended bladder from spilling out while the wolves continued to watch him closely. "Everything alright there Fen? You look a bit...tense," Wendell said as he continued to rub Fennix's shoulder. Before Fennix could respond, he felt a strong spasm in his bladder. He became too focused on not springing a leak to be able to talk. He could only let out a few soft whimpers. Dire chuckled and looked at Wendell. "Hmmm...I think he wants another drink." "Yeah maybe. I'll go get it." Wendell stood up and walked to the kitchen again, and then came back with just one bottle of Slap Juice this time. He sat down, opened the bottle, then took a few sips from it before offering the rest to Fennix. Fennix silently refused the offer by turning his head the other way while gritting his teeth. All of a sudden, he felt another strong spasm in his bladder that caused him to spring his first leak on the couch. Luckily it was only a few small drops and he was already covering his crotch with his hands, making the leak easier to hide...or so he thought. Fennix nearly forgotten about a trait that most wolves have. Dire quickly and audibly inhaled through his nose twice. He then pointed his nose towards Fennix's lap and started sniffing again. "Hey Wendell, you smell that?" Wendell responded by sniffing then also pointing his nose towards Fennix's lap. He then looks into Fennix's eyes for a few seconds while barely stifling a grin. "Fen, we know you love this spot on the couch. But you didn't really have to mark it like that. That's okay. At least it'll be easy to clean up. Anyways..." Wendell waves the nearly-full bottle of Slap Juice in front of Fennix's face. "C'mon. I promise this'll be the last drink for tonight. You can do it." Before Fennix reconsidered the offer, he glanced at the clock again. Just a little over 90 minutes left. ----- Part 2: Not Yet Fennix felt he was only moments away from losing all control of his achingly distended bladder due to the last seven bottles of Slap Juice he drank. Yet Wendell couldn't stop slowly waving the last bottle in front of Fennix's face. The sight and the sloshing sound of the cold orange liquid in the bottle made it even more difficult for Fennix to contain the extreme volume of the warm golden liquid inside him. "C'mon Fen. You do remember the rule of our little challenge, right?" Wendell said to Fennix in a calming voice. Fennix knew he must accept the drink, but he was secretly trying to stall so he would have a slightly higher chance of making it to midnight. A few seconds later, Wendell stopped waving the bottle in front of Fennix. He glanced at Fennix's lap for a moment then looked into Fennix eyes for a few seconds. "Okay, how about this? Just take a sip or two instead. How's that sound?" Fennix took a moment to gather the strength to fight off the huge wave of desperation. He then grabbed the bottle from Wendell's hand and started slowly sipping from it. Wendell gave Fennix a couple of pats on the shoulder. "That's a good fox. Here let me take th-..." Before Wendell could finish his sentence and take the bottle, he watched Fennix suddenly take another sip from the bottle. Then another. Wendell and Dire watched Fennix in surprise. Then without any more hesitation, Fennix gathered the courage to chug the rest of the bottle. While Fennix knew what he did could possibly push his bladder beyond his absolute limit, or even cause him to have an accident before midnight, he still wanted to accept Wendell's original offer while continuing to put on a show for the wolves. For the next 30 minutes, Fennix had been fighting off increasing waves of desperation while the wolves watch with amusement. At this point the last bottle of Slap Juice he decided to chug had finally caught up to him, causing his lower abdomen to become even more distended and painful. All of a sudden Fennix sprung another leak on the couch cushion. He started becoming unsure of how much longer he could hold the rest of it in. He glanced at the clock once again to see how much time he had left. Fennix unfortunately still had a whole hour to endure. But the pressure in his bladder was starting to become unbearable. He wasn't going to make it to midnight at this point, so he had no other choice but to start begging the wolves for their bathroom before the dam bursts. "Hngh!...Ah!...I-I-I don't think I can h-hold it...much longer. Wendell...please." Fennix begged Wendell while his voice was slightly strained. Fennix started whimpering shortly after. "Awwwww, what's wrong Fen? Need the bathroom?" Wendell said in a playful tone while snickering. "Yes...please!" Fennix continued to beg Wendell while scooting to the edge of his seat. He was ready to stand up and bolt for the bathroom as soon as the wolves let him. Wendell grabbed the end of Fennix's leash then turned to Dire. "Hmmm?...Hey Dire, what you think? Shall we take him to the bathroom?" Dire looked at Fennix for a second, next he glanced at the clock, then he crossed his arms and shook his head. "Sorry Fennix, but you still have an hour left." Fennix stood up from the couch and turned to Dire. "Dire, p-please! I can't hold it any longer!" He begged while fighting back the sheer weight of his bladder. Dire didn't budge. "Well you shouldn't have drank that whole bottle then. Now be a good fox and hold it," He said sternly. Dire also couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by Fennix's predicament. Fennix continued to whine and whimper while desperately trying to contain himself. A moment later he sprung another leak, this time lasting nearly a second before Fennix could contain himself again. Wendell was also watching Fennix quickly becoming more vulnerable by the second. As much as he wanted to grant him mercy, there was still one more thing the wolves had planned for Fennix. "Oh c'mon Dire. Let's just take the poor fox to the bathroom before he makes a huge puddle here," Wendell said to Dire. While Fennix was looking down trying to hold back a flood, Wendell gave Dire a wink. Dire caught Wendell's wink and decided to go along with the plan. "Okay okay Fen, we'll take you to the bathroom." Fennix let out a sigh of relief while thinking about his imminent relief. He started making his way out of the living room until he felt a tug from the back of his harness that stopped him. He almost forgot about the leash he was wearing. Wendell stood up from the couch while still holding on to the end of Fennix's leash with his right hand. "Slow down there Fen. We don't need you wandering off without us. Dire, can you show him where the bathroom is?" Dire stood up and gestured Fennix to follow him out of the living room. Fennix started following Dire while Wendell walked behind Fennix with the leash on his hand still. Every step was excruciating for Fennix as he felt the weight of his overfull bladder constantly shifting. But he powered through knowing that every step was closer to his sweet relief. They finally arrived at the bathroom door. While Fennix waited for Dire to open the door, he frantically danced in place while trying to keep the contents of his distended bladder at bay. The door finally opened. Once Fennix saw the toilet in the room, his need for relief skyrocketed. He felt another strong spasm in his bladder and sprung another leak by the door. Fennix managed to contain himself once again. He started making his way to the bathroom. But a few steps later, right before Fennix could pass Dire and set foot on the bathroom floor, he felt a strong tug from the back of his harness which stopped him dead on his track. The sudden jolt and denial caught Fennix off-guard, causing him to spring yet another leak before regaining control. Fennix looked back at Wendell in disbelief. "W-Wendell...wh-what are you d-doing? P-p-please...I c-can't..." "Sorry Fen, but not yet," Wendell said to Fennix as he stood still and held on to the end of the leash with a tight grip. Fennix then faced Dire and gave him a confused yet pleading look. "B-but I thought you both said I could pee." "No, no. We said we would take you to the bathroom. We didn't say you could pee yet," Dire said while slightly chuckling. He stood in front of the doorway with his arms crossed, almost completely blocking Fennix's view of the toilet in the room. Fennix whimpered and started begging again. "Pleeease! I can't hold it much longer!" He tried stepping forward towards the bathroom again only to receive another tug from the leash. Dire looked down at Fennix's bulging bladder for a few seconds, then he looked into Fennix's eyes. "Hmmm...well since you've been such a good fox tonight, there is one more thing you could do for us, then we'll let you pee early." Dire's eyes trailed back towards Fennix's lower abdomen. "What is then? Please...I'll do anything." Fennix continued to whimper and frantically shift his legs. He mentally prepared himself for whatever the wolves had planned for him. "Anything, huh?" Dire said as he took a couple of steps closer to Fennix. Wendell also took a few steps closer to Fennix while loosening his grip on the leash. The wolves briefly exchanged glances, then looked back at Fennix with eager smirks on their faces. ----- Part 3: Last Requests Fennix briefly froze in place as the two wolves closed in on him. He was excited yet anxious of how the wolves would handle him while he's on the brink of losing all control of his overfull bladder. Despite his body screaming for relief, Fennix still wanted to endure until the wolves finally give him permission. A moment later, Fennix suddenly felt both of Wendell's hands being placed on both of his shoulders from behind. He then started feeling the hands gently massaging his shoulders and neck. While Fennix was feeling the tension in his upper body easing up, he was still clenching his lower half with both his right hand and his muscles. A few seconds later, Dire took another step closer to Fennix. He reached out his right hand and gently grabbed Fennix's lower jaw. He then started to slowly brush and carefully scratch the bottom of Fennix's chin with his claws. Fennix felt even more relaxed now that both of the wolves were massaging him. He even relaxed both of his arms while forgetting why he had a hand over his crotch in the first place. For a moment, Fennix had became completely unaware of what his body has been desperately needing for the past few hours. All of a sudden, Fennix received a wake-up call when he felt a spasm in his lower abdomen, followed by warm fluids gushing out his length while both of his hands were still free. He panicked, shot both of his hands back onto his crotch, and clenched himself to stop the flow. Dire's eyes widen a bit as he felt a warm splash on his leg. He moved his hand away from Fennix's chin and looked down at the source of the wet warmth. Fennix also looked down and gasped at what he saw: he accidently peed on Dire's leg! "I'm s-s-so sorry! I didn't mean to..." Dire looked up and saw the panic in Fennix's eyes. He then smirked and chuckled. "Looks like someone's getting a little too excited." His eyes trailed to the ground below Fennix, where there's now an even larger golden puddle on the hardwood floor. "...and looks like someone's having a little trouble holding it in. The bathroom's right behind me, you know. Need me to take you in there?" Fennix knew Dire was teasing him with the bathroom once again, but he quickly nodded his head anyways in hopes of it bringing him a bit closer to relief. "Then what'cha waiting for? Come on in," Dire said as he suddenly grabbed the front of Fennix's harness and slowly pulled him forward and into the bathroom. Wendell took his hands off Fennix's shoulders and got ahold of the leash again. As Fennix stepped even closer to the toilet, the urge to completely relieve himself increased tenfold. He was close enough to the toilet to just let it all out once Dire moves out of the way. But once again, as expected, the wolves denied Fennix's relief. Dire stopped pulling the harness when they were right in front of the toilet, then slowly pushed Fennix forward towards the wall right next to the toilet. A few steps later, Fennix's back was against the wall while Dire had him pinned there. Meanwhile Wendell was standing besides Fennix while still holding on to the leash. "Damn it! Dire, p-please! I can't!" Fennix begged and whimpered even harder than before while frantically shifting his legs. He tried his best to contain himself, but his bladder was pushing to empty itself. Dire moved closer to Fennix and looked him in his begging eyes "Just a few more minutes. There's just one more thing for both of us. Promise." He glanced at Wendell then looked back at Fennix. "You've been such a good boy tonight...well, despite you marking the couch, the floors, my leg (chuckles)...anyways, we're gonna reward you with some nice, long belly rubs. How's that sound?" Fennix took a moment to contemplate the request. He knew the wolves were about to put his already-bursting bladder to the ultimate test. However since this was the wolves' last request before he could finally relieve himself, Fennix nodded his head and braced himself. Dire slowly pulled Fennix away from the wall and motioned Wendell to let go of the leash. Wendell complied, stood back, and watched the show. Shortly after, Dire turned Fennix around and wrapped both of his arms around Fennix's arms and waistline, just above the bladder bulge. Fennix's heart started racing as he felt Dire's hands rest on his upper abdomen. Then he started feeling Dire's right hand brush his fur in a circular motion. The massage momentarily relaxed Fennix until he felt the hand starting to trail down closer to the protrusion in his lower abdomen. Once the hand finally reached his lower abdomen, Fennix quickly squeezed his thighs together and clenched himself to keep anything from leaking out. Thankfully Dire was being gentle and just brushing the fur on his lower abdomen with light pressure. While Fennix was fighting the slightly-increased pressure on his overfull bladder, he noticed Wendell removing the top of his outfit until he was completely shirtless like Dire. Then he watched Wendell slowly approach him. Once Wendell was standing right in front of him, Fennix felt Dire's hands move back to his upper abdomen to hold him in place. Wendell placed one of his hands on Fennix's shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "Just a couple more minutes, okay?" Fennix briefly nodded his head while once again bracing himself, hoping that he doesn't lose complete control at the last minute. While Fennix was losing the fight to contain himself, he watched Wendell get down on both knees until his face was leveled slightly above his distended bladder. Then he felt Wendell grab the side of his hips with both hands to support himself while also helping Dire hold Fennix in place. If Fennix were to lose control right now, the white fur on Wendell's torso would become yellow, but he figured Wendell knew the risk. Wendell held still and stared at Fennix's bladder with admiration for several seconds. He even squinted his eyes and tilted his head a few times. While doing that, he's been feeling Fennix's hips squirming in his hands. Wendell even glanced at the length just below Fennix's crotch throbbing and occasionally leaking as it struggled to contain the waste from the several bottles of Slap Juice he and Dire hydrated him with throughout the night. Suddenly, Wendell felt Fennix tense up and watched a large spurt of golden fluids shoot out and instantly land on Wendell's chest. While Wendell couldn't yet feel the warmth due to the thickness of the fur on his chest, he immediately picked up the strong scent. Fennix managed to contain himself once again despite his bladder pushing to empty itself. "Fuck! S-sorry! P-p-please. I...really...c-can't hold it much longer..." "(shush) It's okay Fen. Keep trying to hold it. Just...one more thing. One more minute. Hold still, okay?" Wendell reassured Fennix. Wendell slowly moved his head closer to Fennix's lower abdomen until his muzzle was just about to touch the top of Fennix's bulging bladder. All of a sudden, Fennix started feeling something soft and wet brush the fur on his bladder bulge in an upward stroke. He looked down and noticed Wendell slowly and passionately licking that area. A few seconds later, Wendell moved his muzzle slightly lower and started licking the middle of Fennix's distended bladder. Fennix felt the licks becoming faster and pressing slightly harder against his bladder. The pressure in his bladder had already been unbearable for the past several minutes, but the added pressure from Wendell's tongue made his complete loss of control imminent. Throughout the session, his constant whimpering and heavy breathing quickly transitioned into moans of pain, pleasure, and a hint of exhaustion. Fennix started to feel his lower muscles tire out from holding so much for so long. Then he felt a second-long spurt leave his body. He tried containing himself, but this time he failed to do so as he felt an even longer lasting spurt leave his body. He didn't even have to look down to know that he had soaked the front of Wendell's torso while leaving a large golden puddle on the ground beneath him, yet his bladder was still at it's absolute limit. Despite Fennix's last spurts, Wendell continued licking at the same pace and pressure. Fennix tried even harder to contain himself. This time he managed to stop the spurts, but he was still feeling slight leaks about every two seconds. The dam was finally bursting and Fennix started to wonder if he could last long enough for the wolves to finally let him drain the rest of his bladder in the toilet, or would he lose complete control on Wendell. He would find out in less than a minute from now. ----- Part 4: Relief Fennix had less than a minute to try and hold what's left in his bladder, which was still enough to keep his lower abdomen visibly distended despite leaking multiple times earlier. Yet his bladder was still being licked, poked, and tormented by Wendell's tongue almost twice per second at this point. Fennix tried everything he could to fully contain himself, but due to his muscles tiring out, his lack of movement thanks to Dire holding his upper body and arms still, and the added pressure to his bladder, he continued leaking at a slightly faster pace. Every second felt longer and more excruciating than the last. Every lick and jab from Wendell's tongue sent Fennix closer to losing complete control of his bladder. But who was keeping track of the time? When would the wolves finally decide to let Fennix use the toilet which was in plain sight and only a few steps away from him? Despite the pain and humiliation, Fennix wanted to endure for as long as he could and keep his bladder full until the wolves finally grant him his relief. However, Fennix was near his limit and if Wendell didn't let up soon...well, there wouldn't be any unstained white fur left on Wendell's torso. Meanwhile Dire had his head rested on Fennix's right shoulder as he continued to hold him still and watch Wendell push Fennix's limits. He noticed the golden puddle below Fennix growing wider and the white fur on Wendell's chest being covered with even more wet yellow patches, yet Wendell seemed unfazed and continued licking Fennix's bladder. Dire then glanced at the pained and tearful look on Fennix's face. He figured Fennix had enough at this point and is willing to let him go as soon as Wendell finished. But something felt off. Dire looked down at Wendell again and noticed him still licking with no sign of slowing down or letting up. But he also noticed a familiar look in Wendell's eyes that he had seen several times. It was a look Wendell would give when he's completely focused and lost in the moment. "Wendell..." Dire spoke softly at first to try getting Wendell's attention. He also loosened his grip on Fennix as he's getting ready to let him relieve himself. But Wendell continued holding on to Fennix's hips and licking as if he didn't hear or notice anything. "Wendell?" Dire called more firmly while snapping his fingers in front of Wendell's face a few times. Wendell's ears didn't even perk up and his gaze remained unchanged as he continued his licking session. Meanwhile Fennix was close to giving up and completely losing his bladder control as he started leaking much more frequently. He even left a few more wet patches on Wendell's chest and neck, yet that still didn't catch Wendell's attention. Dire had no other choice but to whistle loudly and sternly shout at Wendell to get his attention. "Wendell! Down!" Unfortunately Fennix was startled by Dire's shouting in his right ear, which was the last thing he needed. The scare caused Fennix's next leak to gain so much pressure that the stream managed to reach Wendell's face. A few drops even reached Wendell's muzzle and landed close to his lips. "Wha-...?" Wendell finally flinched and regained his awareness. He glanced at Fennix's distended bladder in front of him, at the large golden puddle and drops beneath the both of them, then at his own chest and stomach area which most of his white fur had become wet and yellow. "...Oh, shit!...I'm s-so sorry Fen! You can go now." He quickly relinquished his hold on Fennix, shuffled his knees backwards, and stood up while Dire unwrapped his arms from Fennix. Fennix instinctively hunched forward, shot both of his hands to his crotch, and firmly grasped his length to try stopping the leaks, but the pressure was too much for him to handle at this point. He felt he couldn't even take a few steps towards the toilet as his leg muscles were tired out from the constant shifting and clenching. He could only stand still and whimper as he was only seconds away from letting it all out on the floor. Fennix watched both of the wolves close in on him again. This time they wrapped one of their arms around Fennix's shoulder and carefully lifted him just enough to take some weight off of his legs, then slowly nudged him towards the toilet. Thanks to the wolves' help, Fennix managed to take the few steps needed to be close enough to the toilet. Finally! Fennix started to relax while feeling the strongest jet stream he ever felt being pushed from his overfull bladder and through his length with intense pressure. The initial stream was strong enough to overshoot the toilet, so Fennix quickly redirected the stream and held his length downward with his right thumb before spacing out. He let out an audible and pleasurable sigh followed by ocassional moaning. The relief was strong enough to send shivers throughout his body as he felt the painful pressure in his bladder slowly diminishing. Fennix then took his left hand and placed it gently on top of his bladder bulge to feel it recede as he continued draining the overfull tank within. Meanwhile the wolves watched in awe as Fennix was relieving himself. They both moved to each side of the toilet to get a better view of the jet stream and the receding bladder bulge. Fennix didn't even turn his head or bother noticing the wolves as he continued blankly staring at the wall in front of him. He became so overwhelmed by the relief that almost nothing could've caught his attention anyway. Due to the constant moaning and sighs, Fennix had left his maw ajar long enough for his tongue to relax and stick out. Nearly half of a minute passed and the stream was still going strong. Fennix was still spaced out, and the wolves noticed him starting to lean slightly further back. Wendell took the opportunity to move behind Fennix and hug him from behind to hold him in place while also comforting him. Wendell wrapped his right arm over Fennix's neck and right shoulder while he wrapped his left arm over Fennix's upper abdomen. He then peeked over Fennix's left shoulder to continue watching the stream which showed no sign of slowing down at the moment. Even though Fennix was nearly spaced out, he immediately felt the warm embrace from Wendell...and also felt the soaked fur on Wendell's chest thanks to the earlier leaks. He relaxed his upper body even more knowing that Wendell would be holding onto him during the relief. Wendell started to comfort Fennix even more by stroking and patting the fur on his chest and shoulder, and even using his fingers to fondle the harness and collar Fennix was still wearing. He leaned his head closer to Fennix's left ear and started muttering praiseful phrases such as "good boy, good fox, so cute." Shortly after, Wendell nuzzled Fennix's neck for a few seconds. Meanwhile, Wendell felt Fennix's tail starting to wag and rhythmically bump his right leg. Wendell then lifted his head and decided to add some banter to his utterance. He glanced at the wet spots on the toilet seat and chuckled. "Gotta work on your aim a little bit though, and learn to stop peeing on everything you like." Wendell then glanced at the wet spot Fennix left on Dire's leg earlier, and then at his own soaked chest. "I think you like me a bit more, don't ya?" He briefly chuckled again then continued comforting Fennix. "When this is over, we'll treat you with something special tomorrow." Fennix was still spaced out, yet he heard and understood everything Wendell said in his ear. He nodded his head in approval while still relaxing his maw and tongue and letting out some more sighs of relief. The relief continued for over another minute until the jet stream finally started slowing down. Fennix saw and felt his lower abdomen was no longer visibly distended and started gaining most of his awareness back. He took one last deep breath and let out one more moan before finally closing his maw. About half of a minute later, the stream finally came to a complete stop. Fennix still felt a hint of lingering pain in his emptied bladder after having it stretched near its limit for so long, but that pain usually goes away overnight based on his past experiences. "All better now?" Wendell asked as he gave Fennix's upper abdomen a few pats with his hand. "...Y-...yeah...th-that was...fun," Fennix replied while still catching his breath and letting out another sigh of relief. "And um...sorry if I pushed you too far with the tongue. It was my first time trying that, and I didn't think I would end up getting into it that much," Wendell said with a hint of sincerity in his tone. "That's fine. I actually...kinda liked it." Fennix couldn't help but blush about the experience. Dire chuckled and chimed in. "You should've kept pissing all over him. Maybe that would've got his attention for sure." They continued reflecting on the holding session for the next several minutes. They recalled and had a laugh about the key moments, especially the parts where Fennix was becoming more desperate and begging for relief. Once the conversation was coming to a close and they all had a few more laughs, they now realized that there's a lot of cleaning up to do before they all sleep in. The wolves decided they would do all the cleaning and let Fennix shower first while also offering him to stay the night and cuddle with them in their bed. Fennix would love to finally rest and be comforted by the wolves after a long night, but he feared his temporarily-weakened bladder might cause him to accidently wet their bed without warning. As much as he didn't mind having an accident in front of the wolves again, he didn't want to burden them with some more cleaning. "Thanks. But...I don't know if...Um, my bladder's gonna be weak for tonight, and um, I wouldn't want to...you know..." "Oh no that's fine. We don't mind a bit more cleaning. But if you really think you're gonna wet the bed...I have a little something you could wear tonight." Wendell smirked and winked at Fennix. "If you want to, of course."