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This story was written for Garnet as part of her Patreon commission reward for December 2019. It contains M/F sex and omorashi/watersports related fun between consenting adults in public spaces! :3

For All the World to See - Part Three

"Oh god, I... Mark, I don't know if I... if we can actually do this."

Melanie whimpered as she gasped in the wake of taking another hefty gulp from her final, already half empty pint glass of the night. Squeezing her thighs together she could already feel the slight dampness to her panties from where she had barely made it to the bathroom last time around, and though it had been barely fifteen minutes before when she had relieved her bladder entirely, she swore she could already feel a slight teasing tingle from within herself suggesting that had she gone into the bathroom once again and sat down upon the toilet, she wouldn't have had any trouble peeing a little more. She blushed, and squirmed happily as one of her lover's hands came to rest against her own, lacing his larger equine fingers through hers from above. He looked at her gently, so adoringly and with such desire and passion burning in his hues. But, as Mark spoke to the squirming and whimpering rabbit, he wasn't reassuring. Quite the contrary in fact, in his teasing playfulness.

"Oh, we absolutely can't."

His own voice was shaky with a mixture of fear and overwhelming excitement as he spoke.

"Think about it, Mel. How long it's gonna take us to get home. How quickly our bladders have been filling up. How much liquid is in that pint glass, not to mention what was still working its way through your system from the last one. If we're gonna stick to the rules... and I know you wanna, however embarrassing it is, we're absolutely not gonna make it. You've already wet yourself. I've already pissed in my jeans. We've both humiliated ourselves in public. Maybe even in front of a crowd of people. It's happened. It's inevitable. We... we just don't know it yet."

With that, with his eyes glimmering with lust and his cock throbbing within his jeans beneath the booth at which they were seated, Mark removed his hand from Melanie's own, placed it around his own still third full pint glass, and chugged the rest of it in one go. The bunny stared, toes curling, pussy aching as she watched him gulp down that cool liquid, and as soon as he'd set it down again, she whimpered, grasped her own pint glass in both hands, and hurriedly performed the same act for him to observe, trembling as she felt it all running down her throat towards her belly, and as she heard Mark groaning in lust.

Soon she was on his lap, quaking as she ground against his cock while they made out, the rabbit's hands on the horse's handsome face and his sliding up and down her back, even daring to venture all the way down to her ass and groping it adoringly in the crowded bar. They smooched and huffed and whimpered as they lingered there, giggling and moaning knowing full well what they were doing, further diminishing their chances of making it home un-humiliated with every extra second they spent not actively heading out. Finally though, it was their arousal rather than their mutually building need to urinate which drove them into action.

"Take me home..."

Melanie whispered as she pecked feverishly at Mark's face once more.

"Take me home... and fuck me hard."

She begged her lover, her whole body shuddering as she felt Mark's strong hands on her thighs, caressing and squeezing, and she realised that if he'd unbuttoned her own trousers right then and there, and started to finger her right there in the midst of the bar, she would have begged him not to stop no matter who saw or heard what would surely and swiftly result from his ministrations. The two of them might not have been all that tipsy thanks to the low alcohol, fruity ciders they'd been drinking most of the night thus far, but between their mild inebriation, their desire for one another and their ever growing need to piss, they didn't wait nearly as long as might have been fully prudent for Mark's denim-bound erection to even marginally reduce in stiffness before rising from their spot and hurrying, hand in hand out of the bar.

Footpaws and hooves slapped and clopped across the pavement of the busy city streets laden with other drinkers and revellers as without speaking Melanie and Mark hurried back to the subway, both knowing that a taxi would have been the more prudent, less public way to get home and avoid getting caught out in a vastly more exposed setting, but avoiding it for that very reason as their minds were flooded with lust intense enough to overwhelm any lingering fear over what they were committing to. Mark's cock was still outlined down his jeans' left leg as he and Melanie giggled and hurried they way through the subway station's gates, and they both saw more than a few people looking, wide eyed with surprise and in several cases what Melanie took to be envy, desire that made her all the more giddy to know that tonight, that cock was all hers.

Their giddiness however, their excitement and passion stalled somewhat as they found themselves standing upon the subway platform, waiting the five minutes for their train. As their hearts slowed in their racing somewhat, and their breathing grew less ragged and urgent, the suddenly lessening of adrenaline rushing through their bodies made them more acutely aware of people's proximity to them and observations of them. More than that though, not only did it make them less eager to show off and flirt and tease one another so publicly as they had been, it made them actually stop and think more clearly about just how badly they both needed to go to the restroom already. Thus far their latest building desperation had been thrilling, it had been exciting and arousing and had pushed their affection for one another to new heights as they imagined that same intense ache filling their lover's body alongside their own. Now though all they could think about as the time ticked by second after agonisingly slow second was how long it was going to take them to get home. How many people were going to be standing all around them in the subway train, and of course, how it entirely lacked bathrooms of any kind even if they did choose to utterly fail their task for the evening, and tried to seek one out even now that they'd used up their one allotted private break apiece.

By the time the train arrived, Melanie was squeezing her thighs together and Mark was trying to count to a thousand to distract his mind from the constant consideration of how badly he already needed to go. Nevertheless, almost as though they were outside their own bodies watching some other force control them against their will, both the needy pair felt themselves stepping forward onto the train, and another bladder-aching minute later watched as the doors slid shut, sealing them into that carriage with at least three dozen other people, and commencing their half hour ride home. Briefly the pair sat down together, clasping one of their lover's hands tight in their own once again in an attempt at comfort and solidarity, but as soon as they felt the train jolt ever so slightly over a rail beneath them, they blushed and stood up again in near perfect unison, the jiggling motion not that intense at all but still enough to make both their increasingly stuffed and poorly sealed bladders beg with fresh urgency for their release.

For maybe five minutes, they held onto the vain and futile hope that maybe they could make it all the way home. After that though, genuine anxiety and desperation began to set in once again. Not the exciting sort of fear that came from knowing that soon they wouldn't be able to hold back no matter how hard they tried, but the simple and undeniable knowledge that now, that time was upon them. Every moment, every split-second that passed became a battle as the desperation to piss grew almost painful, bladders burning, feeling like they were bulging and ready to burst even though the quantity of urine they each had to release was far less the issue, much more about the fact that all day they had been training their bladders specifically not to hold it, not to wait or accept basically any delay to their release. They silently cursed their former selves. They quaked and clutched tighter and tighter still at one another's hands, before finally just as they were pulling away from the third stop on the route home, less than half way there, Melanie turned wide eyed and both horrified and so, so incredibly turned on to Mark, and shook her head.

"I... I'm gonna get off at the next stop. I'm sorry, Mark, but... I can't do it. I c-cahh... can't wait."

The horse nodded, and smiled reassuringly.

"It's okay. This... this is about having fun. If you won't enjoy it, i-if... if it scares you more than it turns you on... we don't have to do it. We both know how hot this has been, and... how fun, even if we don't go all the way."

They were whispering of course, tucked away in a corner of the carriage as far from others as they could get, though given how many more people had gotten on at the last few stops that wasn't saying much. But as the subway train rumbled on towards its next stop, their squirming and helpless pee-dancing on the spot, Melanie's in particular all but uncontrollable in her increasingly desperate and frenzied motions, still drew the curious and yet offhand, surreptitious gazes of several of their fellow passengers.

"Come on..."

A vixen glanced up from her phone and peered over at the whimpering rabbit briefly as Melanie urged the subway train onward faster, as though that would make any difference at all.

"Ohh god..."

A mouse and lemur looked over, breaking their own quiet conversation for a moment as a deep groan of anguish escaped Mark seemingly unprompted. A short while later though, when surely they had to be less than a minute from the next stop, the entire carriage murmured and sighed in frustration as to Mark and Melanie's abject horror the subway train began to slow down while still in the darkened tunnels between stations, and the tinny, rattling voice of the train's conductor echoed out around the carriage.

"We apologise for the slight delay while we await a train running late to pass on another line. We should be underway again in just a couple of minutes. Again on behalf of the Central Transport Services, our apologies for this small delay."

It was just a couple of minutes, of course. Just a hundred and twenty, maybe a hundred and eighty short, simple seconds extra to wait.

But for Melanie, and for Mark too, it might as well have been a decade added onto their travel time. They stared at one another in horror, having both made peace with the fact that at Melanie's request they were calling off their 'no more bathroom breaks' rule, and that at the next station they were both going to get to relieve themselves and simply revel in how close they'd come to truly losing control and wetting themselves when they got home a little while later.

"I... I can't..."

Melanie whimpered desperately as she turned to face Mark, turning away from the carriage unable, unwilling to acknowledge all those other people so close by.

"Mark, I... ohhh god, no. No no no, I... I can't wait. Please. Please make the train go. Mmh... make... make it..."

Her voice trailed off.

Her eyes widened as she stared up into the horse's face, and saw a crimson glow, followed almost immediately by a vacant, faraway sort of expression cross her lover's features.

"Mel..."

Mark muttered breathlessly as the rabbit glanced instinctively downward, and a white hot bolt of arousal lanced through her body, spearing her fear, her embarrassment and terror and crippling it with pure lust, as she saw a dark patch appear on the left leg of Mark's jeans, right at the point where his still semi-erect cock was outlined against the material.

"...it's okay."

He gasped as in his effort to reassure and comfort her, as in all his thoughts of how he could distract her and keep her bladder from letting go just long enough for them to get to the next station, he took his mind off his own bladder, and before he knew it, felt it letting loose almost without his knowing it. It was an accident in the truest sense of the word, for though this was the entire point of tonight, here and now, Mark had not expected or intended this to happen. And as it did, as he began to piss into and through his jeans with a mere trickle at first, but with the flood gates now undeniably being pushed open, the humiliated, desperate horse could not have imagined a more perfectly shameful and unbelievably hot moment at which to do so.

"Everything's g-gonna be... a-ahhhhh... ahhgod... oh... oohhkay..."

The train began to move again as he fully let go, and the squeaking of wheels upon rail and the rumbling of the subway car around them was loud enough at least to quell the audible hiss of his urine's full and unrestrained release. As it darkened his blue jeans' leg though, and as it ran down his ankle and began to drip drip drip to the floor below in the beginnings of an unmistakable puddle, it didn't matter how Melanie positioned herself between him and the rest of the carriage. It didn't matter how she hugged him, both to try and hide what was happening but also so she could press her body up against his to try and feel his cock letting go even though she dared not reach out and outright grope him in front of so many people. Soon enough there were murmurs. Gasps of shock, a brief burst of laughter, mutters of frustration, anger, and extreme second hand embarrassment. Shuffling as people moved away and more laughter as that drew more people's eyes to what those others were moving away from. They watched as a grown stallion wet himself, hanging his head in red faced embarrassment as a friend or partner tried against all odds to hide his shame even while his urine puddled around her fluffy footpaws. But, as overwhelming and embarrassing a sight as that was to behold, never mind to be a part of, it was nothing compared to the exquisite humiliation that came from already having all those eyes upon them, already having all those people staring at and judging Mark, when barely thirty seconds later Melanie's own time ran out, and she buried her face in the stallion's chest, his strong arms holding her close and tender against him while the stallion's own urination slowly trailed off, and the rabbit began to helplessly wet herself in his place.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Melanie and Mark's minds reeled as they stood alone in that corner of the subway car in a puddle of their intermingled urine. No-one addressed them or accused them directly, such was the shameful taboo of their act, even if everyone believed it was a total accident, that no-one dared speak openly against it. But they could feel people staring, hear people whispering about them the whole time as those words of amusement and condemnation and pity ran through their minds alongside the memory of how it had felt to let go, clinging to those sensations, those incredible feelings of not just embarrassment as they lost control, but of lust and unbelievable excitement. Their hearts were racing even now, and with almost every passing moment Melanie could feel Mark's fully swollen cock throbbing against her own soaking wet, urine-stained jeans' thighs. She could feel her own clit throbbing against the sodden, clinging insides of her panties too of course, but that wasn't nearly so publicly visible as she knew Mark's cock would have been, and would be when it came time for them to leave the train. Then, anyone who saw that would surely know. They'd know that this wasn't just an unfortunate accident made doubly rare by two parties at once experiencing the same issue. If they saw how hard Mark was, and if they looked into Melanie's eyes and saw the frenzied lust bubbling just under the surface as her pussy drooled and dripped with a continued wetness of its very own, they would know exactly what was going on, and just what sort of kinky lewdness they had been witness to that night.

Finally though, the subway car doors opened out onto the platform of Mark and Melanie's stop, and though they had stood still and silent ever since they began to let loose together, like rockets the two lovers bolted from the train as fast as they could walk without looking too incredibly suspicious. Mark pulled off his jacket, cold as the night air was even in the station, and held it in front of himself to conceal his hard-on as much as his soaking jeans, and Melanie did the same with her own at least until they were past the ticket barriers and out onto the streets where it was less crowded, and dark enough that the wetness of their trousers wouldn't be quite so obviously visible.

The remainder of their journey home was a race. It was a countdown, and as they all but power-walked hand in hand almost the entirety of the way, breathing ragged and shooting feverish glances at one another with poorly stifled moans of desire and whimpers of acknowledgement being passed back and forth at irregular intervals, neither of the pair were in any doubt whatsoever as to what was going to follow their arrival home, and the partially unintentional success of their plan for tonight. By the time they arrived on their street, their pace had slowed, but only because they were wrapped up in one another's arms and making out even as they continued to stumble their way closer to their home. The suburban street was deserted, but at this point they wouldn't have cared if a news helicopter had flown overhead and put a spotlight upon them. Their hands roamed over one another's backs, then down across their lovers front to feel not just the stiffness of Mark's arousal in Melanie's case, but for both of them to touch and revel in the still soaking wet, albeit somewhat cooled material of their piss-soaked jeans.

At the front door of their house, Melanie grunted happily as while she rooted around in her purse with a trembling hand in search of her keys, she felt Mark's own hands starting to unfasten the top button of her jeans. His denim-locked cock ground against her ass as she struggled to slip the key into the lock with his body rocking so urgently against her, and by the time the door swung open and she stumbled in through it, she was bare-assed in the street with her sodden jeans and panties wrapped tight around her knees, and Mark's own cock emerging freely from the now unbelted and unzipped front of his own trousers. The two of them were so worked up, so enthralled by what they had experienced that it crossed both their minds that they could easily grab their partner by the hand, pull them back out through the door and fuck right there on the front doorstep for the whole neighbourhood to potentially see. Unlike what they had experienced over the rest of that night though, that was just a passing fantasy, and soon the door slammed shut again as Melanie and Mark finally found themselves alone together, and ready to finally revel in the unleashed madness of everything that they had shared.

"God, yes! Yes!"

On the hallway floor, soaking trousers and underwear still wrapped around their legs, Mark pressed his aching cock deep into Melanie's hot, desperately wet pussy, and without the slightest restraint he began to fuck her hard and deep as her screams of pleasure and his snorts, grunts, and before long whinnying cries joined them. The urine soaked fur and flesh of their thighs slapped loudly against one another as they rutted urgently, holding nothing back and with no illusions that either one of them were going to last any length of time whatsoever with how worked up they had both been not just since wetting themselves, but the whole damn day.

"Cum in me!"

Melanie screamed, she begged after barely thirty seconds; eyes rolling wildly as Mark's hot, urine-dampened balls all but spanked her with the force of each impact against the base of her backside.

"Oh, Mark! Mark! Please... please god, Mark... ohh fuck! Ffahhh... fuck! Fuck! Cumming... I... ohhh _god! Cumming! Yes! _"

She didn't just cum though. She squirted, shrieking, wailing in shameless joy as her body erupted with a very different but no less incredibly hot gush of uncontrollable fluids, soaking Mark's balls, the base of his cock as he ploughed urgently into her over and over even through the tight convulsions of her pussy, and bellowed in bliss as the feeling of her orgasm, and the wetness it provoked, sent his own desperately worked up body crashing over the edge.

"Fuck, Mel!! Aahhgod, aa-ahhhhfuck, I love you! I... oh! Oh fuck! Ahhhhyessss!"

The stallion shuddered, he trembled and grunted as he buried himself to the hilt in the rabbit's pussy and held himself there. It was Melanie's face however, her wide eyes and the fresh, ear-splitting scream that escaped her in that moment, which gave away the truth that Mark's body was too paralysed by his own pleasure to express. The sheer volume of cum that she felt beginning to flood her in that moment was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Both her and Daniel had long since agreed that Mark was the most productive lover they had ever been with, but this was something beyond his normal volume. The rabbit wailed, she squealed in pleasure and in laughter, giddy out of her mind with delight as after just a few twitches of his cock and a few of those unbelievably productive and potent spurts, she felt his cum dribbling out of her pussy and down over her backside. She felt herself overflowing under the thrall of his volume, and even after he was done, as they lay there wrapped up in each other on the hallway carpet and kissed between whispers of adoration and frantic gasps for air, they lingered joyously together as for several minutes afterwards Melanie relished the sensation of all that cum both lingering warm and deep within her, and yet more of it oozing and dribbling out down the crevice of her backside.

"So..."

Eventually, Mark spoke, grinning from ear to ear and staring down at the beautiful, red faced rabbit lying beneath him.

"...what do you wanna do now?"

He teased, laughing warmly as Melanie nibbled on her bottom lip and shot him a pleading, lustful look. Less than a minute later he was kissing and tasting the tangy dampness of her urine soaked thighs while Melanie squirmed and writhed, her jeans now cast aside and her legs wrapped around Mark's head. A minute after that he was eating his own cum out of her alongside the delicious and familiar taste of the bunny's own arousal, and it took barely three minutes more before the still desperately worked up, needy woman shrieked, clutched at the top of his head with her trembling hands, and came almost as long, hard, and wet as the first time with Mark's tongue buried deep inside her.

For the rest of the night, until their bodies were simply too weary to do anything more, they didn't stop. They cast off the rest of their clothes and made it as far as the living room before tumbling down onto the couch together and making out until Mark was hard once again, and desperately, giddily Melanie rode him to yet another orgasm, and two for herself. Soon after the strong stallion carried the smaller rabbit, still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, to the kitchen, and they blushed as she perched upon the counter before him while they each gulped down a refreshing glass of water, more for hydration than anything else but not missing for a moment what else that would mean for them in the time to come.

Finally they made it to the bedroom, to the large bed more often than not shared by both of them and Daniel, and as Mark pressed himself into Melanie and began to make love to her yet again only marginally more slow and steadily than the last few times, he moaned passionately down to her as his thoughts turned to their currently absent partner.

"When Dan gets back... we're gonna have so much to tell him. Oh god, I... I can't wait to see the look on his face when we share the story of what happened tonight..."

Melanie squirmed and whimpered blissfully beneath her lover, and closed her eyes in ecstasy as she thought about the other man she loved every bit as dearly as Mark.

"We can make a night of it. Tease him. Get him all worked up, and... and needy... desperate. Keep him drinking all evening building up to it..."

The stallion beamed down at his lover, and nodded with a pleasure-stricken grunt.

"Not just him, though. We'll all drink. We'll barely be able to hold on ourselves as we talk about how desperate we were..."

The bunny writhed and gurgled in rapture.

"I want him to feel like he's right there with us... on the train, w-when we lost control in front of... oh god, Mark... we pissed ourselves in front of so many people..."

Mark nodded once again, but to his partner's anguish, he pulled out of her a moment later despite her legs' attempts to grab him tight around the waist and hold him inside. Melanie whined in pleading longing as the horse slid his cock back and forth along the opening of her pussy, grinding against her clit and making her shake, making her grunt in bliss even if this wasn't how she had wanted to be pleasured.

"We'll make him so fucking turned on... he'll beg to be able to do it himself. To go out with us, and to be made to lose control in public."

The horse murmured as he closed his eyes and focused for a moment, trembling, then gasping as his eyes fluttered open once more, and he grinned a familiar, somewhat goofy, relaxed grin to Melanie.

"Just like we did, he'll... he'll not be able to hold back. He'll lose control no matter who's there to see, and... ohhh Mel, and then..."

Melanie's eyes bulged, and she shrieked happily, more delighted and turned on than she ever could have been with Mark just fucking her, as she felt a hot dribble across her stomach, and then a much stronger, more forceful spray burst out across her breasts and face, as with his cock still rock hard and poised along her dripping pussy, Mark began to piss all over her without warning, right there in their bed.

"God, yes..."

She grunted mindlessly, breathlessly as just a moment later, barely even having to think about it her bladder was still so sensitive and overstimulated, she too began to urinate, purposefully and gleefully starting to piss up against the length of Mark's own cock, her hot stream impacting against his flesh and spraying out under high pressure in all directions, soaking not just his cock, but Mark's balls, her own thighs and of course the bedding beneath them, saturating it through to the plastic mattress protector beneath.

"...h-he'll wet himself, and we'll hold him, and tell him we love him. And... oh god, Mark... he won't just piss himself in public, he'll piss all over us... get us soaking too... until it won't even matter if... aahyes... yes... if we do it too... if we just let go, and wet ourselves for all the world to see... aaahhh... all over again."

By Jeeves

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