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I lay upon the couch, resting. It was a few hours after sunrise. Normally the human family who adopted me would have been up by now. Perhaps the thunderstorm from the previous night had caused a partial power outage. Maybe their alarm devices reset. All I knew was that unless someone woke up soon, I wouldn't get to go outside.

Despite my intelligence, I am forced to rely on the humans for basic necessities. The doors in the house are unable to be opened via maw or paw, and they would only let me pee outside in the yard. Three years of training in an Alliance military university and I was reduced to a pre warp race's family pet. But, with what little we know about humans, someone has to gather intelligence. So, here I was on earth, my appearance altered to appear as an Alaskan Malamute.

A few minutes passed, when I heard the father loudly yell "Fuck!" He most likely discovered it was indeed late. With that, I jumped off of my spot on the couch and sat by the door.

In a matter of minutes everyone was awake, and rushing to get dressed and groom themselves. As they rushed back and forth, I kept looking at them, hoping someone would let me out for a moment.

It was becoming apparent that they were too distracted to see me there by the front door. After the mother took the children out, I knew it was a slim chance I would get to go outside. The father walked by once more to grab his shoes. As he say to put them on I barked at him.

He snapped at me, annoyed. "Shut up!" Deciding not to push my luck, I lay down where I was in defeat. I suppose I would have to wait to go outside. To be honest, I didn't have to go that bad at all, but it would be hours before the kids got home to let me out. Using human time, it was a bit past 9, and the kids got home after 3, so the wait wouldn't be short or easy.

The father left, closing the door behind him and ignoring me entirely. As I heard his vehicle drive away, I knew I was alone. I waited a moment, and went to the living room television. Using my nose I turned it on, then I returned to the couch.

As usual, I started to spend the morning watching an earth news broadcast named after a local caniform. I was bored of listening to these humans bicker about problems almost every other race has solved long ago, which version of their god is the correct one, and what kinds of murder are okay. But, I guess I didn't expect too much more from this species...

An hour passed as I watched, and I was starting to get thirsty. Knowing I would regret it soon enough, I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, where my water dish lay, full of day old water. I drank it quickly, lapping the standing water until the bowl was emptied. I looked at the oven clock, noticing it had indeed been only an hour. I finished off my bland dry food and made my way back to the couch.

Once I jumped up, the channel changed on me. It ended up on a science oriented channel dedicated to the animal life on this world. The remote must have been under the cushion I was on. I decided to let it slide, as it was a special on misbehaved dogs. I found it somewhat amusing at parts, but I was mostly interested in the cosmic resemblance to my own people.

After a couple hours of domesticated animal shows, I was starting to feel a slight pressure in my lower region. My bladder was starting to urge me to go more frequently. I shrugged it off and changed my position, trying to remove some of the pressure, the next hour of programming was not going to be helpful.

The report was on an endangered species of marine mammals. The constant presence of water and splashing sounds were not helpful to my situation. While the programming was decent and educational, it only tortured me and my filling bladder. I adjusted myself again, which caused the channel to change again.

The weather channel appeared on the monitor, and of course it had to be about rising seas due to climate change. While I was glad some humans acknowledged the state of their world, I cursed my luck at this predicament. I jumped off the couch now and turned off the television. I figured that it would be best to have no distractions right now, to focus most of my energy in keeping my urine contained.

I simply paced back and forth as the nagging sensation in my nethers continued to remain strong, the pressure making itself more and more known. Looking at the clock constantly did nothing to help, as time seemed to slow down.

It was only half past twelve, and I knew it would be just under two and a half more hours before anyone returned home. I felt as if I was at my limit, walking back and forth to try and keep myself distracted, looking around the house. I peered in to the bathroom, annoyed that it was impossible for me to use.

I was suddenly reminded of the first time I was off planet, on an alien space station, when I couldn't find a usable restroom... I was only a kid, and was too ashamed to admit I had to pee to ask for help. It was just my luck a friendly alien professor noticed my need, and led me to the garden the other canids used. So desperate, I ran to the nearest tree and hiked up my leg.

I remember the release, after holding it in so long, accepting all the juicy fruits the aliens greeted me with building up for hours, then finally getting to release the pent up urine my body created as those liquids flowed through me...

I snapped out of it and noticed then I was standing next to the bathroom sink, my leg raised, my body just starting to release. As I forced myself to stop, a couple of drops made their way out of my length, my sheath dripping ever so slightly as I tried desperately to stop. I let out a loud whine as I padded my paws on the floor back and forth a moment, trying to regain a bit of control.

In a way I was glad that no one was there to witness me in this pathetic state. My paws shifting back and forth, my back arched a bit and my hind legs spread a bit to make room for my swollen bladder. I caught a glimpse of myself in the floor length bathroom mirror. I saw my lower belly, visibly swollen on my skinny frame, and let out a soft whimpering whine as my mind picked up on just how urgent my need was visually.

I stayed in there like that for what seemed like forever, thinking if I could just keep in here, I would be able to wait out the last couple of hours out without distraction, or risk of staining anything.

A little time passed and my ears perked up as I heard the promising sound of someone walking on to the porch. I darted out of the bathroom to the front door, only to discover it was just a delivery person dropping off a package. I let out a loud, desperate bark in the hopes he would let me out, though he mistook that as aggression and quickly left. I knew it was an incredible long shot, a stranger letting me out to pee, but any chance was better than nothing.

In my excitement, my bladder started to contract a bit. I whimpered out loudly as I tried desperately to contain myself. A few droplets made their way out in to my sheath, dripping down. I knew at that point it was only a matter of minutes before I lost complete control. I tried to make my way back, slowly, to the bathroom.

I stepped slowly, tail between my legs, whimpering softly with each desperate step. I passed by the clock and to my intense disappointment, I saw it was still too early, barely passed one pm. Half way back to the bathroom, I came to a dead stop, whimpering incredibly desperately.

I knew that if I tried to take another step, I would end up releasing all over the wood floor. I looked around in a panic, searching for every possibility, anything I could pee on and not get in trouble. My best chance was the old couch. The cushions were dirty and the humans were talking of replacing it soon anyway.

I only had one shot at this, my bladder about to explode out under me. I darted to the couch, disrupting my bladder and lower muscles just a bit too much, tiny squirts forcing their way out along the way under me. I grabbed one of the cushions and threw it off the couch next to me. I hiked my leg up, pointing my member at the downed cushion, and I finally let myself go.

I let out a soft whimpering sigh of relief as the stream hit against the cushion with great force. Much of it wasn't absorbed in to the fabric, but at that point I didn't care, my tongue hanging out of my maw as I kept my leg up high, forcing the pressurized urine out of my body. It felt incredible, after holding it in for so long, all I could feel was near orgasmic bliss, washing over my form during the long release.

It was nearly a minute before my stream started to die down, becoming a mere trickle. As the overwhelming sense of relief started to fade, I looked down and saw just now much I released that didn't end up soaked up by the cushion. I shook my leg as the last of it came through my sheathed length, then I backed away.

The cushion face was soaked, but a good amount bounced off and surrounded it, on the floor. My ears lowered a bit as I knew that soon, the humans would be home and they would punish me, not caring about what I had to deal with up to this point. But, the relief felt so good, so I suppose it would be worth it in the end.

I figured I would at least try to hide as much of it as I can, so I ran to the bathroom and overturned the laundry basket, finding some used towels to soak around the cushion. I then climbed back up on the couch, sighing, relaxing a bit, enjoying what little peace I finally had, which would soon end as soon as they saw what I had done.