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Taxing Jaxon

By Zrathie

Jaxon looked around the garden. He was trying to find a spot where he wouldn't be under the watchful eyes of the cafe's staff or run into any other guests. Finally, the buck settled on the hedge maze. The extensive maze was enclosed with tall hedges, all neatly trimmed. It would offer the most privacy that he could see in the enclosed gardens behind the Breaking Dam Café.

What wasn't private was his current attire. The buck had been dressed in a skintight latex catsuit. The outfit was a shoulder entry design, with two zippers across the shoulders to allow a creature to put it and take it off. However, it didn't leave anything to the imagination. It was primarily red coloured with the words visitor printed in bold gold coloured type on his left sleeve and right leg. The one-piece garment covered almost all of his body except his hand and foot hooves and head; even his nubby tail had its own pocket.

He looked across the lawn and rose beds and spotted a wolf. The grey-furred wolf was frantically stripping out of layer after layer of clothing. First, a lion-themed kigu, and a charcoal grey union suit were tossed on the ground. Next, he pulled down a one-piece swimsuit with compression shorts as the last layer underneath. Eventually, he yanked down the shorts, and an arch of piss rocketed through the air. While his back was turned, he was still in full view of anyone out in the garden.

The deer trotted towards the entrance of the maze. Jaxon was trying to look as casual as they could despite the state of his taut bladder. It was hard to keep up the act because his bladder was past the point where he would typically be rushing to a toilet. His brow was damp with sweat; some of it dripped off his face. It was a tell that he really wanted to water the plants like the wolf just did.

Jaxon would need to find a more private place to peel himself out of the taut restrictive rubber. The catsuit had no crotch zipper, an addition often found on many of these kinky outfits. He would have to take most of it off to avoid flooding it.

Jaxon had spent the morning in the fetish cafe. It was a cafe where the waiters attended to their guest's hospitality and kinky needs. From what he had seen, Breaking Dam Café was watersports, and Omorashi themed, a place meant to encourage and facilitate lapses in bladder control.

Jaxon remembered his time inside. The cafe's main dining room was a large circular room. Dominating the centre of the space was a large fountain. It was made from green marble and had a central pedestal with four statues set in the four cardinal directions. The statues depicted wolf men who were peeing into the fountain's water. It was a constant flow recirculated, and it filled the space with the sounds of a steady trickle of water.

Several round tables circled the fountain. A centrepiece on each table was a smooth grey river stone. The stones had sacred ruins carved into them that endowed a magical influence. If a creature entered an invisible circular territory extending two meters from the table's edge, a magic force would act on them. Upon leaving the radius, the magic would make a creature instantly release muscles required for bladder continence. While this was okay if they had an empty bladder, it would force them to helplessly piss themselves if they had enough urine inside their bladder.

All of the guests had been clothed in outfits that were difficult to take off or would clearly show that they had wet themselves. A gambling component was added to the scene. A random number of the magic stones were activated, between half and two-thirds of the total. Re-randomised between each lunch service, so that repeat guests couldn't memoise what tables had operational hexes. Of those active, magical river stones, each had a different number of charges per table. If one was lucky and had a group of friends, the first or second critter would be forced to flood their pants, but the third or fourth creature in the party could get away without humiliation. One table always had an entire set of charges to ensure no one could escape.

It was an omorashi fetishist's wet dream made manifest. Jaxon was a voyeur and loved watching the omorashi scenes play out. He was casually watching a group of three springbok bucks enjoying lunch. They had all opted for salads and were munching them in between drinks of table water. The elegant, streamlined creatures were dressed in tight lycra catsuits printed if their natural white and tan markings. The group were definitely enjoying their situation. Because Jaxon could see two of them had hard-ons under their outfits.

Jaxon didn't know if the excess fluids the three were drinking or the constant trickles coming from the bronze wolf statues, but they were swiftly showing signs of needing to pee. Knees trembled, legs bounced, and brows began to glisten with sweat. Finally, a smartly dressed otter waiter placed a glass bottle of water on the table before lifting it and began pouring out more water for the group.

The waiter slowly poured the water into the glass. Jaxon watched as the otter teasingly filled each creature's drinking glasses gradually. This alone was enough for one of them. The first springbok looked the least composed of the three. His brow was beaded in sweat, making his short fur damp. Even the armpits of his lycra catsuit were sweat-stained despite the comfortable temperature of the room. He asked shyly where the restroom was, to which the otter pointed to an arched doorway towards the back of the place.

The springbok waited for the otter to leave before standing. The waiters seemed immune to the magic, so it was no signal that their table's stone was inactive. He eyed the doorway and then the river stone on their table. The other two springboks were staring up at their friend, the first of their party to test the magic of the river stones. The antelope took a few steps forward, wobbling on their hooves. Despite the reluctance, the springbok had a full erection under their outfit. Jaxon could see the exact moment the springbok's expression changed from worry to panic. A new tinkle sound was added to the room.

A river of piss was shooting upwards across the springbok's belly due to their erection and tight clothing. The creature's hand hooves lurched downward but stopped hesitating in the air above their quickly forming piss stain. The springbok continued to piss and opted not to grab their soaked belly and crotch. Piss ran down their legs, and they continued to release the contents of their bladder.

Once the springbok's embarrassing display ended, they rushed towards the back of the cafe. Meanwhile, the second springbok left at the table would last longer. The creature held on for a few more minutes through gritted teeth and wiggling body movements. Finally, they lept up from the table with a sudden fast action and moved briskly towards the restroom. They began wetting their catsuit as they crossed the inviable enchanted divide but forced themselves to keep walking even as piss flowed down their legs.

One of the waitstaff this time, an alligator, arrived with a mop and bucket and began cleaning up both accidents. There was a quiet rustle of cloth and shifting of bodies as more and more creatures began to feel the effects of the copious about of drinks arriving at their tables. This, too, was a game as the waitstaff seemed to offer the most desperate looking creatures the quickest service.

At first, Jaxon thought his unique visitor catsuit meant he was exempt from the effects of the river stones, but he wasn't sure. The friendly waitstaff offered him the same tea, punch and soft drinks as the other guests. As his need to pee grew, Jaxon realised he had been just as primed for a rapid onset bladder desperation scene as the others. He thought that he should sneak off to find a toilet. Getting out of the main cafe was simple enough. But first, he would have to leave the table and see if the magic would make him piss himself.

In the cafe, there was a vulpine seated across the way. One of the waiters had called him Jamie. He was hurriedly gulping down a tall glass of orange juice. His throat convulsed with each gulp.

As Jamie gulped down the last of his juice, Jaxon examined the fox's tan shorts. He was wearing a pair of shorts that would show off any leaks. The front panels of his shorts were dry with no tell tail spots. Despite this, he showed signs of needing the restroom, most likely quite severely. His legs were pressed tightly together, and his knees would bounce, offering a glimpse of his foot paws.

Jaxon had a thing for paws. Perhaps it was envy for being born a deer. Staring at Jamie's paws, he could see how his foot paw pads were wet and glossy. The rubbery paw pads looked like liquorice shining with a layer of sweat. It was a tell for canines that they were under strain. The fox was likely at the final cork stage of holding in the contents of his bloated bladder.

The fox's chair screeched as the fox stood, drawing more eyes to him. He was committed now, so Jamie didn't stop. Jaxon could see the fox gulp as he took a step and then another away from his table. Jamie suddenly went rigid, balling up his hand paws into fists. There was an audible hiss coming from the fox's shorts. The tan material turned a few shades darker around the foxes crotch. Finally, the fabric reached its saturation point, and pee leaked out and flowed downwards. The trickles of piss added to the soundscape as hot vulpine piss flowed down his legs in rivers.

Jamie sighed in absolute bliss despite the embarrassing act taking place. A puddle formed under him as he kept pissing. Jaxon figured this guy must be an omorashi veteran from the sheer size of the flood the fox made. If he stopped pissing as fast as he had started leaving his shots drenched in a half-moon stain of vulpine piss.

It was then that Jaxon had noticed the last springbok was looking a bit more comfortable than before. The springbok had used the commotion with Jamie to flood his catsuit when the rest of the cafe's attention was on Jamie. A pool of piss formed under the springbok's chair as he tried to act nonchalantly.

Jaxon thought he could use both of these accidents to quietly get and up sneak past. He thought the worst thing that could befall him was wetting the rubber catsuit and having piss run down his legs. If he moved like the second springbok did, he could get to the privacy of the restrooms before it leaked out his ankles. As he drove past the area of effect, nothing happened. He didn't stop taking another step forward to be sure, and still nothing. He still had bladder control.

He deftly made it past the wet fox and towards the back of the cafe. There was a staff-only restroom through an open archway in the back corridor. It had an enormous trough urinal running the room's length, but the urial was a glass wall with a drain trough that looked directly into the busy kitchen area. In addition, there were sinks and soap dispensers on the wall opposite the wall-length urinal. Lastly, there were two doors at the back of the room with padlocked doors that Jaxon reasoned were toilets for number 2's.

The bottom to top glass wall ran the length of the staff toilets. Jaxon could see the chefs cooking and frying steak, chopping up ingredients and dressing plates even from the doorway. Even though they were busy, he would be seen for sure if he stopped to pee in there. This was a space more for exhibitionists than voyeurs. The buck turned to see his other options.

Down the end of the corridor was an exit to the gardens at the back of the building. To Jaxon's left were two entrances, one to the male and one to the female restrooms. Jaxon made it to the male bathroom, opened the door, and quickly went in. Thankfully this bathroom had privacy. There were three bathroom stalls, and on the opposite wall were sinks and soap dispensers but no urials; so far, so good.

As the buck approached the first stall, he noticed that they didn't have locks or any way of telling if they were occupied. Regardless Jaxon pushed open the first stall door. The first stall had a dragon sitting on the toilet, topless but wearing piss soaked grey sweat pants. He wasn't there by choice but was bound with their arms cuffed behind them, and each of their wings wrapped up in three belts. The dragon shot Jaxon a pleading look and moaned in a drool-smeared red ball gag.

Jaxon backed away, and the stall door closed itself. He tried the next stall, but it too was occupied. This time by the first springbok who had wet themselves earlier. He was bound up in a shibari rope harness with his arms restrained behind them. In addition, he was tied to the plumbing behind the toilet. They had on a gas mask with a rebreather. The bulb of the rebreather swelled and contracted in time with their breathing. They had been stripped of their previous outfit and placed in a sparkly purple dancer's leotard and white leggings. Jaxon could see the springbok was again straining to hold his bladder.

This sight pushed Jaxon's buttons and walloped them. The combination of crossdressing, bladder desperation, and breath play blended with an already sexy creature made short work of Jaxon's self-control. He could feel his curvine cock firm up inside his catsuit. The sensitive flesh glid into the smooth rubber covering his crotch, straining out a bulge. He positively stared at the springbok taking in every detail of the poor antelope's plight.

It must have been torture for the poor creature, so close to a toilet but just out of reach. The springbok quickly crossed his legs, placing one thigh atop another. Crossing and then recrossing them. Unfortunately, this didn't save him. The accident was all on the antelope; his crotch positively hissed as it released a high-pressure flow. Piss pooled at his crotch in the area between his tightly crossed thighs. There was about a cupful of piss trapped there. The pool of piss threatened to gush over their thighs before it drained away. Seeing it was too late for the springbok, Jaxon reluctantly moved to the last stall.

Unsurprisingly the last stall was also occupied by a bound creature. As Jaxon tried to enter, he felt the door being kicked outwards by the occupant. The deer backed off, but the door was soon kicked open. Apparently, the stalls had two-way hinges. There was a tiger in this one. He had his arms cuffed above his head, trapped on the toilet, but they had free use of his foot paws. He was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. The shorts were made with a liquid reactive fabric. The design on his shorts had the words "Piss Cat" spelt out on a repeating pattern where his piss had come into contact with the material. The door swung closed as Jaxon saw the tiger's mortified expression.

Jaxon saw one last door on the other side of the bathroom. It was marked as a disabled restroom. He thought this whole bathroom idea was a bust, but he still had to try. He pushed open the door, drew himself inside, and shut the door behind him. In the corner was a toilet with railings. In the other corner was a sink. It looked like a standard bathroom. That was until he heard the buzzing sound and looked up. To his shock, there was a trapped creature hanging from the double high ceiling via several stainless steel robot arms.

The trapped ram had his muzzle plugged up with a transparent force-feeding muzzle-gag. A pipe snaked up to the ceiling. It dripped clear fluid into the ram's maw. One of the robot arms pressed a vibrating wand tightly to the creature's bladder just above the male's crotch. The ram was wearing denim overalls with one shoulder strap unclasped. The ram was still very much clothed. The ram's eyes opened and focused on Jaxon.

The creature thrashed in his bonds. Being suspended ensured no leverage, so the ram flailed about in the robot arms that gripped him with rubber hand paws. He tried to speak, but his voice was not understandable due to the gag in his maw. Despite this, it was clear the ram wanted out. His brow was sweaty, and his limbs twitched and shook after each attempt to break the grip of the robot arms.

This last room was a trap, and thankfully this ram had fallen into it before him. Suddenly the ram forced himself to be still. The sheep moaned into his gag. A dark stain formed at the creature's crotch. He was pissing himself. Piss tricked downwards, and Jaxon had to step back to avoid being splashed. It was too late for this ram, but not Jaxon. He stepped out into the main restroom and then took the hallway and rushed toward the cafe's back door. Jaxon entered the garden and ended up where he was now in the hedge maze.

Jaxon waited until he was around the first corner inside the hedge maze before he fiddled with the zippers of his catsuit. His hands could only feel sleek red rubber under them. He tried to yank at the zipper only to discover the zipper's stubborn grip on the catsuit. It tugged at his fur and skin as he attempted to pull it open. He felt around for the other zipper as he walked deeper into the maze. He even rechecked around his crotch for a fly or crotch zipper he had missed before.

Suddenly the buck heard a sound. He peered around a corner. There was a coyote on his knees. The coyote had his back to him so Jaxon could see him without being seen. The coyote was masturbating, his pants around his ankles and a hand paw pumping away at his knot. Jaxon squirmed. His bladder was too full to allow any sexual thoughts in his mind, and he moved away.

While he was exploring for a way to escape his suit, he couldn't help but potty dance. First, he moved his slender legs up and down while shifting his weight from one hoof to the other. Then, with a sudden zip, he got the second zipper open and then went back to the first. Two slits emerged in the catsuit where he had opened it at his shoulders. Finally, he unzipped his catsuit and opened an exit for himself.

He rounded another corner and skidded to a halt. A husky was seated on a stone bench, maw open and drooling, eyes deep in hypnotic spirals, and a hand paw was jacking off his exposed red rocket. The hypnotised creature didn't pay the buck any attention. The slick slap of his cum soaked paw pads squelched with each motion. His belly fur had a few stripes of cum over it, and he was going for round two. The canine pumped his boner in a steady beat with his tongue lolling out the side of his chops. Jaxon backed away and took a new direction, putting some distance between him and the maze masturbators.

Once he thought he had gotten enough distance, Jaxon began peeling himself out of the catsuit. The catsuit seemed to be tighter now, despite opening a way out. He worked his arms out of the sleeves and started to roll the tight rubber down his chest. He was soon swimming in a pool of his own sweat. His bladder throbbed as he tugged and worked the catsuit down past his chest, slowly inching lower. The rubber suit revealed short, wet, swampy, sweat-soaked fur. The dampness made his hoof hands slip on the rubber as he tugged down the catsuit.

As the catsuit reached his abdomen, he was greeted with a new torment. The tight roll of restrictive rubber that the catsuit made as Jaxon peeled downwards was compressing him like a rubber band. He could feel the ring made of the top of the suit press inwards, squeezing his middle. Again, he shoved the catsuit downwards until the rubber pressed in on his bladder. With a gasp, Jaxon stopped his efforts to grasp at his crotch. Indeed, he squeezed down on his rubber encased sheath as the pressure of the half-escaped suit pressed down on his full throbbing bladder.

When he thought it was safe, Jaxon pushed the suit down further. He gritted his teeth as he forced the catsuit past his sheath. Then, with an orgasmic moan, Jaxon began spraying the hedges with a heavy stream of curvine piss. The relief was immediate as his overtaxed bladder began draining. The relief was immediate and immense. It took about a minute for Jaxon to entirely void his bladder.

He intended to give his sheath two shakes before working the suit back on, at least, he told himself he would. But, it was too much for his cock; it had sprung to life after the pressure of Jaxon's full bladder was released. His mind went to the springbok tied up in the stall. He had intended to wait until he got home to do this, but he was practically alone.

Jaxon reached down and pumped his cock. He pumped it in time to the springbok's expanding and contracting rebreather bulb in his mind's eye. Oh, yes, that was it. He snorted and huffed as he pleasured himself. Sticky wet pre-cum wept from his urethra as he stroked and squeezed. The sexual soundscape sounded like that husky he had seen earlier in the maze.

The buck's eyes shot open, and Jaxon forced himself to stop. No, something was off about this maze. He had to get out before giving in to his carnal urges. He freed himself from the rest of the catsuit, not opting to try and redress. It would take too long without some lube as a dressing aid. He shivered as his sweat-soaked fur was cold now, free from the rubber. He commenced walking through the maze.

He could feel his cock throbbing as he navigated the maze. It wasn't natural; he should have gone flaccid again without evident sexual stimulus. Is this what happened to the husky and coyote? Giving in to their lust just to become hypnotised by the maze somehow? The thought made Jaxon shudder, his cock jutting out, ready for an eager hoof hand. He stopped and gave his cock a few good squeezes and strokes for several seconds before pressing on.

Finally, he rounded a corner and stopped. It was a dead-end, but the springbok from earlier was before him. He was dressed in the leotard and leggings from before, but this time he was dry. His arms roped behind their back with a shibari harness zig-zagging over their body. The springbok was wearing the gas mask and rebreather too. He could see the springbok's antlers tilt with their head. The creature began to glow in soft golden light.

It took almost all of his willpower for Jaxon to turn his head away from the vision before him. He had been absentmindedly stroking his pinkish-red cock while he had been transfixed. Finally, he turned and ran in the other direction. He could hear the steady pump of rubber rebreather in his ears as if the springbok was hovering right behind him.

He could feel his will to resist the maze slipping with each step. Finally, Jaxon stopped and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw the springbok standing in front of him. Jaxon couldn't resist the magic of the maze any longer. Both hand hooves dove for his cock and began working his sex organ. It didn't take long for Jaxon to cream at the sight of the slender sping bock wrapped up tightly in shibari. As the first rope of cum left his cocktip, he slid down to his knees, falling into a trance.