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Wet Otter

By Zrathie

An otter named Zac was having trouble dressing. His coyote boyfriend Paul had selected the otter's attire for the morning. He had picked out a pair of black speedos, a white lycra unitard and soft pink leotard for him to wear. It was an outfit that he would normally wear to tease the coyote and not normally something he would wear out in public.

Zac had gotten himself worked up as he was putting on the outfit. In the dressing mirror he could see the bulge of his erection. This wouldn't do, he was expected to go running and he couldn't do that in this state. It seemed that the coyote had something kinky planned for him today and that alone was getting to him. He would have to get control over himself before he headed outside before he headed outside.

Sometime later after a brief visit from Mr Paw, Zac was dressing for the second time. Eventually, Zac found himself running next to his lover Paul. They were heading down a dirt jogging track. He was barely keeping up with Paul. Zac was more of a swimmer than a runner but Paul on the other paw was a runner through and through. This must be where the coyote spent his time exercising because he had been adamant they went on this track.

Little did the otter know the real reason Paul had him out today. Paul loved the otter's sleek curves and this outfit did show them off. It had come as quite a surprise to the otter when Paul had slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and a singlet. Paul would normally be stripping off his clothes when Zac was dressed up in his sleek feminine outfit but Paul had bigger plans for his lover today.

Paul was more sporty than the otter so he didn't show any signs of fatigue. They had been running for a while and showed no signs of stopping. Paul had been feeding him quite a lot of water as they went down the track. The coyote seemed adamant that they both needed to stay hydrated.

Zac was beginning to feel a need to pee. They were running down the track far from any other signs of civilization. After about thirty minutes they came to a stop.

"How are you holding up?" asked Paul. His muzzle curled into a grin and his tail swished to and fro behind him.

Zac painted trying to catch his breath. After several moments he answered, "I'm not cut out for this running stuff."

"We'll walk for the rest of the way to the halfway point and after a break, I'll slow down a bit." said the coyote.

Paul started to walk down the track. Zac was happy with this slower pace. The pair continued walking for quite a ways down until they came up to a camping area with covered benches and a stand that sold lemonade. Zac was relieved to see a public restroom building he would have to stop there before they left again.

Paul grabbed one of Zac's hand paws and led him towards the lemonade stand. Paul ordered two large cups of lemonade. The coyote paid because Zac had no pockets in his outfit. The Tiger vendor placed two cups on the counter. They both grabbed their drinks and walked over to the beaches.

Zac shivered as he sipped his drink. His bladder was starting to get annoying he would have to visit the restroom before they set off again. Paul was looking at him with a sly smile. This didn't go unnoticed by Zac. Just what was on the coyote's mind? The tasty lemonade was quickly downed by the otter. He got up and excused himself.

Zac walked over towards the restroom but movement in the bushes caught his eye. He walked over to a tree to see what was over in the bushes. Zac leaned around the tree and saw the scaled form of a red dragon. The dragon's back was turned to him but he could see his pair of large wings and flicking tail. The dragon seemed to be in some distress.

Zac could now see that the dragon's shorts were down around his ankles. It soon became apparent why. The dragon let out a moan as a powerful jet of piss shot to the ground. It did shoot too it was coming out at high pressure. He wasn't paying much attention where he was aiming it because a decent amount landed right onto his shorts and then over one of his large foot paws. As the stream made contact with his scaly foot it sprayed out in all directions. He brought his aim under control focusing elsewhere but he didn't seem to mind the damage already done.

The otter found it strange that he was pissing in the bushes when there was a restroom nearby. Zac pulled his attention away from the dragon having just realized he was watching someone piss and just how awkward it would be if he was discovered. He continued the rest of the way to the public restroom. He placed his hand paw on the door handle and pushed the door. It didn't open. Zac looked down and noticed it was barred shut.

"I'm afraid it's closed." came a voice.

Zac turned around standing behind him was Fox who was dressed in a green singlet and navy blue jogging shorts. He looked quite muscular for a fox. Zac looked him up and down. He could even see the outlines of the fox's genitals under his taut sportswear. He was a quiet cute dude.

"Do you need to pee?" the fox asked.

Zac didn't answer. It was embarrassing to admit this to a random dude.

Perhaps feeling Zac's awkwardness he extended his hand paw. "You must be Zac, Paul's lover. I'm Max a friend of Paul. He has told me much about you." said the fox.

Zac took Max's paw and shook it. "How did you know my name? I'm not the only otter that lives around here." asked Zac

"Well, he said you would be wearing a sleek pink and white number today." said Max.

Zac jumped as a pair of hand paws had just groped his rear. He spun around and saw Paul that was smiling and wore a silly expression with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

"So you met Max." said Paul.

"Don't go groping me in front of strangers." said Zac.

"Max isn't a stranger. I've invited him to help you out of your shell by playing a kinky game." said Paul.

"I'm not into threesomes with randoms if that's what you mean." said Zac. He had to admit to himself that Max was a looker though.

"Oh, I don't mean sex. It's something that I've been setting up all morning." Paul growled into Zac's ear.

Zac couldn't stop himself from shuddering as the coyote pulled him close. He loved it when his lover got this lusty.

"Alright, what are you two sly canines up to?" asked Zac.

"Well, my pet I am going to give you a choice." Paul whispered hotly into Zac's rounded ear.

"Just what choice am I going to make?" asked Zac breathlessly.

"It's to do with that bladder of yours. No doubt it's beginning to fill with hot musky otter piss." Paul said.

Zac pulled away. "What?" he asked.

As much as Zac tried to be mad at Paul for setting him up for some kinky game he just couldn't get over how erotic the idea was. These two had put in a lot of effort to get him out here for their kinky sex games. He did enjoy the dominance his lover had shown so far. It did get him hot having his clothes chosen for him. Just how far would he take this? He had to set some boundaries first.

"I'm not going to piss on either of you or be pissed on. If that's what you intend to do you both can fuck off right now." said Zac.

"No. I'm not going to piss on you. I won't say the same about myself though." said Max with a smirk.

Zac turned towards the coyote. "What does he mean?" asked the otter.

"He's doing a hold." said Paul.

"I have a kink called Omorashi. I derive pleasure from the feeling of a full bladder. Today, I am holding my bladder until I lose control." said Max.

Zac turned again to face the fox. He raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you need me for this?" Zac asked.

"Put plainly, I want to see you wet your pretty leotard." said Paul.

"What if I don't need to go?" said Zac.

Max laughed for a moment before saying "Too late to play it cool. You were just about to use the restroom here."

"With all those drinks I've given you, you're not going to be able to hold it all the way home." said Paul.

"Your choice is to piss in front of us or flood your leotard. Whatever comes first. That's our game here today." said the fox.

Zac took a brief moment to think it over. It was kinda gross but not too bad. The idea that they were both in on this was such a lusty thought. Perhaps it was better to be open minded.

"Alright, I'll play along but if this gets too murry purry in public or I get uncomfortable I'm pulling the plug." said Zac.

They both agreed to Zac's terms and started heading back down the track. Zac found it strange that his boyfriend and Max both wanted to see him wet himself or watch him pee on the side of the track. It wasn't something he would ever consider as sexy. He would cross that bridge when he came to it. His need to piss was getting quite bothersome now. He was going to have to do something about soon otherwise his body was going to do so for him.

Two new joggers came up the track, a vixen and some kind of bird respectively. Zac paid them no attention he was too focused on the troubling feelings in his bladder. He was beginning to doubt his ability to hold his bladder all the way home. Still, he clamped down he wasn't going to just give up. He pressed on keeping up with both his boyfriend and Max.

Sometime later Zac stopped in his tracks and reached down and grabbed his crotch as a wave of desperation nearly overwhelmed him. He looked up at Paul who was staring at him with a hungry gaze. It was as if this was exactly what he wanted. Paul walked over to a tree and pulled down the front of his shorts.

"What are you doing?" asked Zac.

"I need to take a leak but the restroom was closed." said Paul. He stuck out his tongue at the last part of his statement.

"What if someone sees you?" Zac asked.

"What's the matter? Do you think the sight of me pissing will break your bladder control?" taunted Paul.

Zac ignored the coyote's statement.

Paul reached down and gently held his sheath. There was a pulse of piss that shot out from the coyote's sheath. Soon it was followed by a much larger stream. It arched in a powerful jet that cascaded down the bark of the tree.

Zac felt his face heat up he was openly staring at the sight. By the end of Paul's piss, his canine cock was peaking out from the end of his sheath. The coyote was really enjoying himself. The wet sound of the canine's urine was reminding him of his own growing bladder needs. Zac didn't want to piss in the open. He never understood these canines and their need to piss on things.

Paul shook his sheath and returned it into his shorts. The sight of Paul pissing did break someone's bladder control just not Zac's.

"I-I can't hold it." came a voice.

It was Max. The fox had his legs crossed tightly and was panting.

"What's the matter foxy? Need to go?" asked Paul.

Before Max could answer, a loud hissing noise came from the fox's crotch. Zac watched amazed that the fox was really wetting himself. A dark patch flowed out from the crotch of Max's shorts making them darker. Pee began to pour out from the bottom of the fox's crotch dropping to the ground in a now constant stream.

Max sighed in relief as wetness spread down both of his legs. Max's navy blue jogging shorts was almost black where his urine had leaked. Zac sucked in a breath as he watched Max continue to relieve himself. Pee leaked down both of the fox's legs and pooled under his foot paws turning the ground muddy. He had such a heavy steam that lasted for more than a minute.

In the end, the fox had soaked his sportswear. His bottom, his crotch and the fur of the inside of his legs were now soaked in musky fox piss. Max didn't seem to mind in fact he was sporting a hard-on in his piss soaked clothes. His tight jogging shorts did nothing to hide the fox's erection. Zac was thankful that no one else had walked by while Max was wetting himself. Not that it would matter now it was obvious that the fox had wet himself.

Zac need not have worried if he had paid closer attention to the other joggers earlier he would have noticed that they were sporting wet patches of their own. Little did the otter know he was right in the middle of a private kink event. Paul and Max were not about the let the otter in on their secret either.

Zac's bladder was getting close to the point of no return. I would quickly make short work of his sportswear if he lost control. It was better than being nude but he didn't exactly want to walk home in piss soaked clothes.

Max started walking again totally ignoring his wet clothes. Paul followed and motioned the otter to continue. Zac tried to keep his pace but his bladder was getting too full to ignore. He bit his lower lip as a small jet of piss escaped his urethra. The jet of piss was quickly cut off. It pooled around his sheath before it was soaked up into his speedo.

Zac was mortified he stopped to check the damage. Thankfully the crotch still appeared dry.

"Did someone have a leak?" taunted Paul.

"N-no. I can hold it until we get home." said Zac.

Zac had a new problem his damp speedo was distracting to his efforts to stay dry. The dampness was brushing back and forth across his sheath. After several minutes of walking his leak had cooled and was the focus of all his attention. They were still a distance from home. He didn't know how much further he could go before he lost control.

Zac stopped again. An urgent jet of urine shot out from his sheath. It took all his efforts to cut the flow but by then a full steam of urgent piss had a good five seconds to pour into his outfit. Zac knew this was bad when he felt the wetness pool around his bulls and sheath. This leak was getting soaked up by his clothes but they were getting quite damp. If he had another leak before getting home he would surely wet himself completely.

He reluctantly looked down. His crotch had a large damp stain. Zac could still play it off as a sweat patch so he didn't begin removing his outfit. He looked up to see Max and Paul both looking at him. They knew exactly what the damp stain was. The pair of hungry eyes was causing a sudden heat to raise up in the otter's loins. Strangely this was making Zac get hot. His maleness stiffened inside of his sleek sportswear.

"Having some bladder control issues back there?" asked Paul.

"Look at that. He's getting hard. For someone so reluctant you appear to be enjoying yourself." said Max.

Max's comment only made Zac more excited. His erection could buy him some time so he started to walk onwards. His erection only lasted for a few minutes before fading. It had only bought him a little time. His bladder was tying itself in knots the teasing of relief driving it wild. He had much more urine to dispose of. Zac sucked it a breath and forced himself to move. He just had to get a little closer. That way he wouldn't have to walk the rest of the way in completely piss soaked clothes.

His damp clothes were teasing his full bladder. He now knew he wouldn't make it home before flooding his sportswear. Zac stopped yet again. He would have to take off his clothes now if he didn't want to walk home in a pool of piss. His jerky struggling was enough for him to lose the very last of his bladder control. Before he even had a shoulder out of his leotard his bladder collapsed. It was a full high strength stream that he had no hope of stopping. Zac let out a defeated cry. It was soon replaced by a sigh of relief.

His damp crotch began leaking immediately. A growing wet spot darkening on this leotard. It spread down his legs to the fabric of his unitard. Soon it began dripping out of the fabric until it became a stream. The wetness spread out as it soaked the crotch and legs of his clothing. The musky piss flowed down his legs in rivers and dripped over his foot paws. Streams of hot piss flowed between his webbed toes. It turned the ground beneath him muddy as even more urine flowed. He had pissed himself for about a minute in the end.

The coyote and fox watched on with hungry lustful looks on their muzzles.

"I have to get you home and bury my bone in you my dear." said Paul as he openly stroked the shorts covering his erection.

Zac was hot and hard despite being thoroughly soaked in his own piss. He jumped as a hand paw pressed into the taut fabric covering his erection. It belonged to the fox. He looked up at Max and could see his expression of hungry vulpine lust. Max's lips smacked loudly as he licked his chops.

Zac moaned he could feel each paw pad wrap around his erection. The wet fabric made a sloshing sound as the fox squeezed. He sometimes envied canines for their more dexterous hand paws. They weren't impeded by webbing met for speed in the water. He looked into the golden cat-like vulpine eyes that were staring intently into his. The fox's wonderful paw was pumping his maleness expertly.

"Zac, I want to you!" said Max breathlessly.

The fox stopped teasing the otter's erection. He took one of Max's hand paws and pressed it inside his shorts. Zac could feel the fox's arousal. The taped canine cock ending in a thick knot, hot and needy.

"Feel how much I want you?" asked Max.

It wasn't a question needing answering. Suddenly a flexible canine tongue lapped across his ear. It belonged to his lover Paul.

"Let's get you home sweet so that we can get you comfortable." said Paul. He gave the otter's rounded ear another good lick.

Zac wouldn't have thought he would be so into this. It was a magic moment that he would have to take full advantage of. He took up the pair on their offer. It was a beginning of something special.