Sunny with a Chance of Showers (Part 1 of 4)
(Organizational note: This is a novella, which I have helpfully broken up into multiple parts, each with its own tags. If you hate unfinished narratives, I suggest you ensure the tags on all parts are to your taste before you begin.)
(Meta Note: Here it is at last, several months in the making. If I were more literal minded, I would have titled this what it ended up as: "An Anthology of Henry's Darker Fetishes". I feel it does a good job of showing what I like within the tag categories -- and omits what I do not.)
(Literary Note: All characters except Gray belong to Geneseepaws, and are used with permission.)
Sunny with a Chance of Showers, Part 1
***
Gray was so nervous he could barely eat his breakfast. It was the first big check-up of his new intimate relationship.
In spite of his nerves, the Great Dane knew he'd insisted on this for a good reason: they were both relatively independent and introverted, and if any conversation about their relationship were to happen, they would have to schedule it.
And it was indeed important to discuss relatively often. She had been a "gift", given in part because her libido was too high for her previous mistress. Gray thought he could do better, and after sufficiently impressing said mistress, now had a chance to really find out.
On this clear fall Saturday, three weeks since she moved in, he would ask her.
He'd prepared the night before, but just to speed things up, spent some time reviewing the items on his printed list, leaving hers across the table at her unfilled place. He quickly checked off all of them... except one. The one she would have to work harder at, likely with something drastic.
Gray couldn't help but turn the situation over in his mind. Would she balk? Would she find him more than one item short? Everything from her expressions to her orgasms suggested she enjoyed his company. But her habit of retiring to nurse her figurative wounds made him wonder whether she would be less kind to him when given an opportunity for more objective assessment.
It was that fear that kept Gray's stomach knotted, as he awaited her arrival at the table, slowly forcing himself to eat. Fortunately, he didn't have to for very long. As he took bite number five, he heard the basement door open across the kitchen, and after a couple footfalls, there she was: the lovely Sunya-Sunya, "Sunny" for short.
Gray couldn't help but smile a bit as he looked up saw exactly what he expected to see: a beautiful mink, wearing a pair of red panties, a tank top short enough to show said panties off, and nothing else. Perhaps because she knew that this was not playtime, she skipped putting on the burnt umber leather choker that served as her "collar".
He also noticed that her short grey fur was finally long enough to look a little "frizzy" with hairs standing up in many directions. It made Gray think of getting her a trim... that is, if she was still "his" in another 10 minutes.
"Good morning," the Great Dane managed to say in a level tone, before putting another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
While he chewed and she sat down, Gray silently gestured to her list.
She looked at it for a moment, and hesitated. "Do you... want me to check mine off?" she asked. While she had her usual tone that mixed faux-shyness with submissiveness, she also didn't use her usual epithet for him.
Grey's mouth was full, so he responded by pushing her his pen -- and turning his own list over on the way. He wanted to see what she did with hers first.
He watched her go down the list. She would pause for a couple seconds, and then check off at item. Then another pause, then another check. Gray started to relax a bit for each box she checked... until she too left one unchecked. But when she got to the bottom, that was the only one.
When she turned the list back around with a simple "uh, here it is", Gray got to look at what it was. And given her needs, what she left unchecked surprised Gray the most: "satisfying sex every day".
Gray steeled himself -- would this be how she would have rated Orange? -- and tried to suppress the effect of his pounding heart in his voice. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I didn't think we've missed a single day."
"No we haven't," she replied. "I'd just... prefer being fingered, is all. It's not as hard on me as penetration, and it's more... reliable."
Gray could understand that, but he'd not done that for a very good reason... which he would have to admit out loud right now. "Um, okay," he answered, "I can try, but... I've never done that to a girl before." It sounded incredibly innocent somehow.
"Oh I'd be more than happy to teach you," she replied with a kind voice, as if he'd asked her how to make jewelry.
"Really?" was all his brain could ask as he relaxed again.
"Of course," she replied, her eyes lighting up.
"Okay, good. I'd be happy to do it once I learn how."
"I know you're nervous, Master," she added, the epithet letting Gray relax more, "but you don't have to be. I'm very easy to please."
He gave a small smile. "Well... that was part of it. The other part is an item on my list."
He flipped his list back over, and once he let her eyes see that the rest were checked, put his finger on the only unchecked box: Toileting Outside.
He paused to look her in the eye, trying to judge her reaction. She didn't seem nervous, but just like him, was a bit perplexed. "Sunny," he began, "when I take you outside on workdays, you don't pee nearly as much as I expect. So tell me the truth." He locked a firm gaze onto her. "Have you been using your toilet downstairs without permission?"
Now it was her turn to look nervous. "I'm sorry, master," she sighed. "I just can't hold it. I always go number two outside just like you want me to... but no matter how little I drink, you take your lunch break too early for me to hold it the rest of the day! I know it's important to you master, I just... can't do it."
She looked down at the table, and Gray thought that she was now convinced their relationship was coming to an end.
"Would you consider special training?" Gray asked. "I know someone at The Club..." He trailed off, judging her reaction.
She looked up, still nervous. "Sure, master."
"So... you really want to do this for me?" he asked again, just wanting to hear her say it.
"Yes, master. I really love our relationship, and I want to make it work."
No kinder words could have graced his ear. He stood up, and opened his arms for a hug. She immediately stood up, and embraced him. He let out a sigh out of all the pent up angst.
"Oh my dear," he whispered, "I was really scared there for a moment," he murmured. "Because this training, from what I understand, is... most unpleasant."
"You mean... humiliating?" she asked. He detected a note of excitement in her voice.
"Yes... but also painful," he answered. "Do you think you can do it?"
"I'd love to try, master," she whispered back, hugging him tighter.
He hugged her back tighter too for about a minute, just enjoying the feeling of her fur through the thin top, able to feel the black ridge down her back as that fur was long enough to change texture.
Finally, he let her go, and after drinking in her form for a moment, realized it was morning, and they had not yet addressed the subject that made him so tense. "So," he asked, arousal starting to fill the place of his nerves, "need to go outside?"
She stood up, getting a bit tense as was often the case. "Yes, master," she replied submissively.
"Okay. Get your 'collar' on, and let's go."
***
At 3 PM on the dot, the two of them walked into the Free Clinic on the corner. Gray led her up to the receptionist.
"We're here to see Dr. Lowry," Gray stated rather quietly.
The cheatress, typing on the screen, cheerfully said, "He's actually ready to see you! This way..."
She led them down the white tile halls -- up to a stout male lion with a white lab coat and no mane in front of an exam room.
"Thank you, Sheila," he stated, "I'm Dr. Lowry." He shook hands with both of them. "In here, please."
He led them through the door, but the room was curtained. Only when he closed the door did he pull back the curtain to reveal another couple, this one a black cat and a skunk, both male.
The skunk, to Gray's astonishment, was wearing the same outfit as Gray had selected for Sunny today: a tank top and denim shorts. Except instead of a choker, he wore an actual collar.
Gray looked surprised, and Dr. Lowry noticed. "You two are here for 'toilet training', yes?" he asked in his usual medical authority voice. The Great Dane quickly answered, "yes."
"Well, according to my notes both you --" he looked at Sunny. "-- and you --" he looked at the skunk. "-- get off on humiliation. So why not save some time and do the two of your together, hmmm?" He gave his physician warm smile, looking between the two couples.
The cat smiled mischievously, the skunk seemed to get nervous, and Sunny looked surprised.
"So, what do you think, my dear?" Gray asked her, suggesting that any pretense could be dropped based on what the doctor seemed to know.
"Um... I don't know master... I guess I wouldn't mind if these two, uh, gentlemen wouldn't." Gray could see her getting tense -- but it was the "good" kind of tension that heralded the first stage of her excitement.
"We wouldn't mind at all," purred the black cat. The skunk said nothing, but just sat nervously and stared at the ground. Gray quickly concluded that the cat was the Dom.
"I'm glad to hear it. You two --" He looked between the skunk and the mink. "-- take of your pants and underwear, and have a seat on the exam table. I'll be back in a moment." He stepped out, pulling the curtain closed behind him as he brushed past them and stepped out.
The cat sat down on the stiffly-padded couch in the opposite corner of the room, and Gray joined him.
"Turn towards me, Sunny," Gray directed as he sat.
She stopped stripping with her back towards him, and somewhat shyly turned around, still not looking at the two of them.
"Oh c'mon," pushed Gray, "you've been shown off before... that's a good girl."
She resumed, and as Gray had hoped, clearly started getting a little excited, based on her hips and face. The skunk, by contrast, seemed to have more trouble with this task.
"Hurry up Matty," purred the black cat.
"M-m-master," he stammered, thumbs hooked into his pants but not pulling on them, "d-d-do I have to?"
"You heard what the doctor said," firmly commanded the black cat. "Now do as you're told."
"B-b-but she's a --" The skunk looked over to the Sunny, who was down to her panties, and upon feeling the eyes land on her, also stopped.
"Yes, she is a she. That's quite obvious," snapped the other master. "So what? She's not your mistress. I am your master. Look at me, and do as your master says," he snarled.
Gray looked at Sunny, getting her eyes back on him, and he just nodded to advise her to continue, regardless of what else was going on.
She did, sliding her panties down, and dropping them onto the floor along with her shorts. And then she sat, somewhat uncomfortably by the look on her face, on the paper covering the thinly-padded exam table.
When Gray's shifting eyes and head concluded that the tank top was long enough to shadow her clit, he decided to watch the skunk instead. He was much slower about it, just now pulling down his pants and trembling as as if he were on a stage somewhere. It seemed an eternity of him suffering under the glare of his master before he pulled down his boxers -- but still kept both around his ankles for security.
Gray had some interest in males, but it paled in comparison to his interest in females. But once the skunk was done stripping, and looked even more upset, the degree of humiliation the skunk seemed to be undergoing was starting to tug on his arousal a bit.
In fact, Grey thought, the way the two of them sat uncomfortably, naked from the waist down, made them look like elder sister and younger brother of some adoptive parentage. They were sitting far enough apart they were not related, but close enough they still seemed "together", somehow, in Gray's mind.
Gray looked over at the black cat, who seemed to be enjoying the picture as well. "Don't they look cute?" he asked affectionately.
"I'm afraid my heart does not beat for her," he replied, "but I can certainly say he does."
"I'm Gray, by the way," introduced the Dane.
"Midnight," replied the black cat with a purr -- who, now that Gray was closer, he could see from the under-fur patterns was actually a black jaguar.
"M-m-aster," insisted Matthew, "can I please just put my pants back on while we're w--"
"No!" snapped Midnight.
"I really don't like this," he whined.
"Think of it this way," pushed the jag, "she's just as naked as you are."
"That doesn't help," sighed Matthew, squirming a bit, and looking up at the ceiling.
"I'm-I'm not looking," added Sunny, also trying to help.
The skunk said nothing, but was now clearly blushing.
"Okay then, look at it this way instead," growled Midnight. "If you don't go through the training, you don't get to pee."
This made Gray surprised. "I wasn't told the sub should hold water before this," he quietly informed Midnight.
"Neither was I," smoothly replied the jag, back into his ear.
"B-b-but master --!" begged Matthew, but the comment was interrupted by a door opening, and closing.
The curtain was pulled to reveal the familiar lion, who came in with a small box of supplies.
"Now then, everyone gotten to know each other?" he asked.
Midnight nodded, and Gray answered, "yes," while the two subs looked nervously up at the doctor and what he held.
"Good. Now then, who wants to go first?"
Matthew blurted, "me, sir!"
Sunny remained silent, and just looked at him -- a mere glance that got him to recoil a bit, so she looked away again.
The doctor was about to comment, but Midnight interjected, "oh don't worry about him, he's fine."
"If you say so. He did sign the consent form without you present, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then that's good enough for me, let's begin."
Dr. Lowry put the box down on the desk, washed his hands, and got a pair of rubber gloves from a dispenser on the wall. Only once they were put on did he pull out something from the box: a sealed catheter.
Matthew stiffened up like a board as he saw the doctor unseal it, attach a long hose to a rubber gasket at the bottom, and then use a tube of lube (also from the box) to grease up the other half of it.
"Now Matthew," instructed the doctor in his lowest, firmest voice, "just relax. Breathe in... and out... and in... and out..."
Matthew did the breathing, and closed his eyes, but his cheeks looked no less red, nor his body less fidgety.
The doctor gently picked up his penis, and pulled back the sheath to reveal his pink slit. "This is going to feel a little weird, but just try to relax, okay?" he reassured.
Matthew spread his legs in response to being grabbed, and leaned back on his hands which he spread out behind him. But he did finally seem to relax.
The doctor started inserting, as Gray watched with far more empathy for the poor skunk than his master's unbroken cold look displayed. He flinched when Matthew suddenly groaned.
"Now try to urinate," encouraged the doctor, in a sing-song voice, as he raised up the other end of the tube to the level of Matthew's waist.
Matthew whined and grunted again as the catheter slowly slid in... and then, all of a sudden a fast trickle of urine rushed into the tube, and quickly filled it up.
The doctor got a small plastic tub from the box, and held the tube down into it, letting all the yellow pee flow from the skunk's body.
"Did you hold it before you came in here?" asked the doctor after several seconds.
"Yes sir," whined Matthew.
"Feeling better?"
Matthew sighed. "Yes sir," he answered, voice still not sounding relaxed.
"I thought so... Now I'm going to make sure this doesn't move around..."
The lion took out a leg band with a very specific notch in it, and snapped the catheter tube in it. Then, he took a small valve-ended syringe, attached it to a small junction near the bottom of the catheter, and injected water (presumably distilled) into a tiny tube on the side.
"And this," he concluded, "will fill up a little balloon at the end to make sure it doesn't move around inside you," explained the doctor, while Matthew just squirmed a bit.
Doctor Lowry finally got a plastic bag with a valve, inserted the tube into it, and using a strap on the bag's back, attached it to Matthew's ankle. "There we go, all done! You may put your clothes back on now."
Matthew immediately started pulling up his underwear, but upon bumping the tube and getting himself to groan, slowed down considerably, taking his boxers and shorts gingerly, and one short pull of the elastic at a time.
The doctor, meanwhile, took his gloves off, and looked over at Sunny. "Are you ready?" he asked kindly, as Matthew got himself back together, and scooted off the table.
Sunny looked nervous, but answered, "yes sir."
"Oh don't you worry," he reassured her as he washed his hands again before putting on a second pair of gloves, "you girls have it a lot easier. I've only got to stick this thing four inches into you, compared to eight or nine in him."
Gray looked at her with a warm smile, trying to convey that, hey, this was a break after all, be happy.
She did seem a bit happier about it, but only after she saw the doctor lube up less than half the distance he did for Matthew. And even then, her smile was still a reluctant one.
"Spread 'em out," encouraged Dr. Lowry, "let's get it done."
She leaned back in much the same way Matthew did, and spread her legs, giving Gray, Midnight, and Matthew (who had joined them on Midnight's lap) a nice showing of her labia. From a quick glance over at them, it seemed Gray was the only one appreciating the view.
"Here we go..." the doctor gingerly spread her lips apart, and stuck the end in. She didn't seem to react much at first, but the Doctor didn't do much inserting either, until he declared, "ah, here it is."
And when he started moving it in, Sunny immediately grunted several times, one with every breath. "Try to urinate," repeated the doctor, after which he once again raised up the other end, and pushed in another two inches to get the fast trickle.
"You doing okay, my pet?" asked Gray affectionately.
"I guess, master," she groaned, "I don't like this at all."
"The longer you wear it," encouraged the doctor as he let the other end into the same tub and started working on the valved syringe, "the more you'll get used to it."
"Wait, how long does this training last, exactly?" asked Matthew.
"After we get these in," Dr. Lowry explained as he tied down Sunny's catheter, "we'll keep them in for three or four hours, while we check flow rate and capacity, then we'll take them out and give your master a toilet schedule that you can manage."
"Four hours..." whined Matthew.
"Shut up," growled Midnight in a stage whisper Gray could still clearly hear. "If you didn't wet yourself when your master told you to hold it, you wouldn't be here."
"I think I can do that, master," sighed Sunny reluctantly.
"Good," replied Gray.
Once she remained motionless for a good three seconds, the doctor prompted, "you may get your clothes back on now."
Sunny gingerly threaded the tube through her panties before getting her pants on.
"One last thing," added Dr. Lowry as Sunny stood and he removed his gloves. "You two need start drinking, a lot. One glass every fifteen minutes. This should help." He got out two paper cups from a dispenser on the wall, and then dropped a pill from a bottle in the box into each one. He handed each one to the two pets, each of whom took it and looked at it.
"That will help make you thirsty. We put the catheters in, because at maximum flow, you two would run to the bathroom literally every five minutes. Your masters will give you lot of fluids and drain your pouches when they get half full, but they need to measure and write it down. Got it, masters?" he asked.
Gray and Midnight nodded in unison.
"And both of you made sure they didn't drink anything this morning, yes?"
Another pair of nods.
"Good. Come to The Club in two hours with your measurements, and I'll take them out. Now we need this room for other patients."
Sunny and Matthew got up, and so did their masters. "May I make a request?" asked Midnight to Gray.
"Certainly."
"I don't know what you are planning for the rest of your day, but it would be... very exciting for me if you could join the two of us for the afternoon during the rest of our training."
"I didn't have anything planned at all," replied Gray, "sure we could. Couldn't we, Sunny?"
Sunny was still swallowing the water she got from the tap. After she finished it, she answered, "as you wish, master." She was still uncomfortable -- or was that nervous?
"Are you sure, my dear?" repeated Gray with a serious look, using his firm, no-really-tell-me voice.
"I'll be fine, master," she answered.
"It's settled, then," Gray replied with a smile. "Where did you have in mind?"
"My place is rather nice," replied Midnight with a purr. "Do you know where Cranton Street is?"
"Yeah."
"Take it, keep going out of town, and then once you leave the city, it's the third mailbox on the left in the middle of nowhere."
"Um... okay, I'll try," answered Gray.
"You can't miss it," purred the jag smoothly. "See you there."
He jerked the curtain out of the way, and once Matthew had thrown his empty cup away, led his pet out. Gray did the same soon after.
***
Sure enough, Gray couldn't miss it. What Midnight didn't tell them was that it was the only house atop a small hill 100 feet back from the road. The shape of the hill made it look like it was gigantic driving toward it, even though the building itself was only six bedrooms. That was pretty small for someone wealthy enough to buy land in this area, Gray thought.
Gray pulled up in the driveway, and parked behind a pink sports car. Gray and Sunny stepped out in unison, but the mink stood still until Gray "lead" her to the door.
Even before they could ring the bell, the door opened, and there stood Midnight, now clad in a long purple robe -- what underneath was unclear. "Come in, Gray," he invited, smoothly stepping back to invite them in.
Gray led Sunny in on his "invisible leash", looking around at the wood decoration and two sweeping staircases on the sides of the room. Even though it looked like a large house from the outside, inside it seemed to be a compact though elegant mansion in the minimalistic style.
Midnight ushered them leisurely through the entry and dining room -- giving Gray plenty of time to look around and be impressed by the decor and wainscoting -- and then took a right to the adjoined living room. Matthew was playing a video game on the couch. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to be enjoying it very much.
"Please have a seat," Midnight encouraged, an invitation that got Matthew to silently slide over to the far end of the couch.
Gray took the opportunity to sit, taking a rather long glance at the other pet. It was almost a year since he'd had control of a male pet, and found the skunk's sleek and short-furred body to be something worth looking at. And he could see a lot of it, as the jeans he was wearing before were suddenly gone.
"According to Dr. Lowry," Midnight stated, breaking Gray's look, "your pet will need to drink more before too long. What would she like to drink?"
"If you have any soda that's clear," replied Gray, giving the answer she gave 90% of the time, "she'll drink it." He couldn't tell whether she was thirsty, but knew it was the sort of question she would hesitate or ask about, so just saved her the trouble. She didn't mind most of the time, and today she seemed quite relieved.
"Okay, good. I bought a lot of stuff, and need to get rid of it somehow. Is she thirsty now?"
Gray looked down at her, waiting to get her answer to this question. She looked back at Midnight before she hesitantly replied, "um... yes sir."
"Then I'll get something for her."
Midnight left, and momentarily returned with two liter-sized bottles of soda. "Just help yourself," he offered, setting down two glasses next to them. "I expect you'll need it. Keep drinking, Matthew!" he suddenly snarled.
"But I'm full!"
"Keep drinking, or you'll have to start over," snarled the jag.
Gray was a bit surprised by this, and based on the look on Matthew's face -- a face that had not shown anything but nervousness, fear, frustration, and other forms of minor distress since he had known the skunk -- he started wondering just how good a master Midnight was.
"I know it's not my business," he asked Midnight finally, as the jag forcibly refilled an empty glass next to Matthew, "but aren't you being a bit hard on him?"
Midnight just smiled. "Yes, I am," he answered, licking his lips, "and he likes it that way. Don't you, Mattie?"
For the first time that Gray saw, the skunk smiled. It was weak and sheepish, but it was a genuine smile none the less. Gray decided that was good enough for him.
"If you say so," shrugged Gray. "I could never be that hard on a pet."
He looked down at Sunny and smiled warmly as he finished those words. She responded to his comment in her natural and wonderful introverted way, by smiling back, kissing him, and trying to climb into his lap.
That gave Gray the idea to stretch out a bit more. He went from sitting in the middle to splayed out all the way up to the right arm of the couch, as tall as he was. He moved slowly enough to make sure Sunny adjusted to his movements and got more comfortable in his lap, laying down on his chest.
As the two of them cuddled, Gray looked down at the other end of the couch, and found another serious temptation: his foot would able to touch the skunk's fur if he were to reach with it. But he resisted, since Matthew didn't belong to him, and he didn't want to ask Midnight... yet.
"Could you refill my glass?" Sunny asked, breaking his contemplations of the other male.
"Of course my dear," Gray replied affectionately, using his leaning position and long arms to easily reach the bottle. As he picked it up to pour, it was lighter than he expected.
"Wow, I didn't know you were that thirsty," he exclaimed.
"I really dried out on the drive over here, master. That pill must be working." She chugged that glass, and took the bottle from his hands to refill it again herself. She also gave a belch that was seemed larger than she was and slightly musical.
Gray couldn't help but giggle in surprise. "Why, Sunny!" he jovially exclaimed, "I didn't know you had such talent!"
"If there is one thing you can say about me master," she giggled girlishly, "surely you would say... I'm full of surprises?"
"Indeed," he agreed. "Say Midnight," asked Gray jestingly, as he filled up his own glass, "how well can your pet do?"
"I don't know," replied the jag mischievously, "let's find out."
The jag took Matthew's glass, which he had finished chugging not a minute or two before, and filled it up with the same clear soda as Sunny was drinking.
Gray sipped on his soda as he watched Midnight glare and threaten Matthew with a smile on his face until the skunk chugged it... and then, after a couple seconds, gave a rather paltry belch by comparison.
"Is that all!?" snarled Midnight, grabbing the glass, "I know you can do better than that."
But after three minutes of being forced to drink and try, he couldn't. Sunny then repeated the same feat with a belch that seemed to shake the entire couch, getting everyone -- including Matthew -- to laugh.
"See!? You have a talent my dear!" exclaimed Gray.
She giggled affectionately.
"Anyway, Midnight, do you actually have something for us to do?"
"I was thinking a movie," he answered as he strode over to console Matthew was playing on, and turned it off without warning or hesitation. "Any ideas?"
The skunk took his disappointment silently.
Gray was thinking, but to his surprise, Sunny spoke up. "May I make a suggestion, master?" she asked.
"Why certainly."
"How about... Dirty Dancing Dorris?" she asked with beaming eyes.
That was not what Gray was expecting at all. "C'mon, my dear, do you really want to watch a porno here?" he asked. "They don't really seem to be into girls very m--"
"No no, that's fine," politely answered Midnight. "We don't mind at all." As he said this, he looked down at Matthew, who wore a resigned expression. Clearly, he did mind.
"Are you sure?" insisted Gray, with a sideways glance at Matthew. "I don't want to pressure you..."
"Oh don't worry about me," Midnight insisted, picking up his TV remote, "I'll get off just fine by watching Matthew squirm over there."
Matthew just sighed and rolled his eyes, as Midnight brought up the screen for Pay-Per-View movies, and picked the first couple of letters. Sure enough, it showed up in the list, and Midnight started it.
It was pretty slow starting, since it was the sort of film that was trying to pass more for Erotica -- or perhaps drive off the male viewers who wanted something more aggressive. And so, for a good 15-20 minutes, the characters were developed, including a rather sizable cast.
Grey had seen this movie, and didn't think it was all that great. The characters were shallow, the plot was quite contrived, a million opportunities for interest and depth were missed -- all because of the real point of this movie. No wonder it was all so forgettable.
But in spite of that, it passed the time. But it wasn't going very fast, because Gray felt Sunny shifting a bit more than he expected. He whispered, "you doing okay, my dear?"
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she whispered.
"You're not enjoying it?"
"No, it's not that... it's that you're enjoying it a bit too much."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I can tell you're getting turned on, master," she whispered, "and that's turning me on, and... it's making the tube less comfortable."
"Aww, I'm sorry, my dear," he whispered sympathetically... but his sense of arousal was indeed engaged, so he couldn't help but add, "can you tough it out?"
"I'll certainly try, master."
And so, the movie continued -- until not 5 minutes later, Matthew stood up.
"Where are you going?" snarled Midnight coldly.
"I need to empty this," answered Matthew defensively, referring to his rather heavy leg pouch containing his passed liquid.
"No you don't, your master is the one who empties it. Sit down, and I'll do it. And Gray, you might want to check on hers, too."
Before Gray could sit up far enough to look at her ankle, Sunny said, "oh my, that's definitely half full."
"I guess you really did have to pee," teased Gray, expressing his arousal both with his words and with strokes across her chest.
She grunted. "Master, please, --"
"Sorry, sorry," he quietly answered, "I didn't mean to make it worse. I'll do my best to restrain myself... if I get repaid for it later," he whispered.
"I'll need it, too," she replied with a weak smile.
Midnight returned with a measuring cup, and a piece of paper on a clipboard. After emptying, measuring, dumping, and recording Matthew's output, he went over to Sunny, and politely asked with a purr, "may I?"
"Certainly," replied Gray, who returned his attention to the movie once Sunny shifted to raise her ankle a bit for Midnight's easier access.
As the movie went on, the cast of female sex workers and the male foil all were established, and so now began all the acts for which the movie was infamous.
While Gray was somewhat aroused by what he saw on the screen, the thing that really got to him was the unconscious habit he'd built during several other movies: running his fingers through his pet's short but silky fur, unconsciously mapping out the parts of the figure that were being shown off at a given moment.
It was only when Gray suddenly found his hands caressing her hips and the sides of her lower back that he stopped. "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear," he whispered, "I didn't mean to warm you up."
"It's okay, master," she whispered back, breathing a bit heavier than before, "that warmth is making me less comfortable, but more willing to put up with it."
"I'm glad to hear it," murmured Gray in his lower voice register, dick getting hard both from the first blowjob scene of the movie and the thought that she was starting her slow heat up too, "because I may ask you for... something like this relatively soon."
"But right now, master, I'm thirsty," she answered back, as if she were answering a question.
Gray reached over -- further than she could, resting across his lap as she was -- and took her glass from her hand, and refilled it for... he lost count. Eight? Nine maybe? However many it was, the first liter was gone and the second had a major dent in it. He'd had a couple glasses, but most of that keeping her thirst from recurring.
Gray glanced over to see that Matthew was scrunched over the edge of the couch, close to Midnight in an overstuffed chair that butted up against the larger sofa. They didn't seem to be particularly watching the movie either, just whispering incessantly back and forth.
But not long after Gray was considering asking Sunny for something more, the thought was interrupted by one of the few things more important: he had to pee.
"My dear," he whispered, "would you like to get warmer?"
She seemed to think about it a moment, as she often did. "Well... I suppose, master," she sighed.
"Then hold this for a moment," he directed, picking up the empty bottle and handing it to her. He unzipped his pants, getting his member to spring out of them momentarily. He took the bottle back from her, waited for it to soften a bit, and then after relaxing a couple more muscles, started peeing in the bottle. He didn't fill a big percentage of the bottle's one liter, but he felt better after putting a several inches into the bottom.
It wasn't until this point that he looked over briefly at Midnight and Matthew, only to find they were both staring straight at his crotch with an intensity that made him feel put on the spot.
"Um... have I crossed a line?" was how his words came out.
"Not at all," purred the jag. "If anything, the opposite. You've inspired me that perhaps I should do the same... and that Matthew," he purred, turning his lustful gaze to his own pet, "should drink it."
"W-w-what!?" stammered the skunk.
"Hang on," playfully interrupted Gray, "let Sunny have a swig first, she's thirsty! Aren't you girl?"
She looked up at him with more nervousness than he expected.
But Gray just pushed harder. "Aren't you?" he asked again, this time making it clear in his voice there was a correct answer.
After some hesitation, she replied, "yes, master," less than enthusiastically. He hoped she was on her way to a facial flush under her fur, which was the first step toward getting more aroused.
"Guests always come first," replied Midnight courteously, "by all means."
Gray wrapped one arm around Sunny's chest, to try and give her a bit of the feeling of being restrained (even though the angle made it impossible to restrain her were she to actually resist) and with the other, put the bottle's top up to her muzzle.
She grabbed it with her teeth and put her lips around it, and the moment she did, Gray tipped it back, and poured liquid in until her cheeks pouched out. He let her tip her head back down as a grimace flashed across her face, and a substantial amount trickled back into the bottle. But she still gulp twice, wincing as she did so.
"So how was it?" teased Gray, enjoying the look on her face that reminded him of a teenager's first taste of booze.
She gasped, "master you really must... be horny, I can taste it."
He grabbed her chest tightly, and rubbed some more, encouraging more heat within her. "You're absolutely right," he whispered, as he moved his crotch to brush his dick against her through his pants.
"You know, I think it's time to drain her," Midnight announced, suddenly getting up with his measuring cup again. Gray just ignored him, and kept petting his pet, dick resuming its original size quickly under the soft caress of her coat which felt almost like a feral mink.
Midnight, meanwhile, got her leg without resistance and drained out her pouch into his measuring cup, even though it was not half full. After writing it down, he got Gray to hand him the bottle, and started pouring the liquid in.
"Oh master," whined Matthew, "does it really have to be from a girl?"
"Yes," snarled Midnight, getting a wicked smile on his face. He stepped in front of Matthew, and added his own several inches of liquid to the bottle. Once he did, the bottle was now almost half full.
"B-b-but... won't it have estrogen in it!?"
"So what?" snarled Midnight playfully as he started moving ominously toward Matthew.
Gray finally looked up, to see a sight that made his arousal less bearable rather than more. "Sunny," he suddenly whispered, eyes transfixed on the two other males, "either get ready to suck your master, or get off his lap so he can please himself."
She immediately -- but slowly -- got up. And after a moment of hesitation she chose the option that delighted Gray by kneeling on the one knee in front of the couch.
Gray grasped her head gently, and pulled her toward him, but waited until what was expecting actually started.
"B-b-but master --"
"Remember what I said about dehydration? Well, this is the next thing you have to drink. You deserve it!"
"What did I do!?"
"You made me drag you through this training! You disobeyed me more than once to get here!"
"But master! I don't want to get boobs! Please, don't make me drink it!"
Gray had to clench his teeth to suppress a caustic laugh. If that's what Matthew thought, then his fear just made the scene all the more exciting.
"I don't care what happens to you," insisted Midnight. "You brought this on yourself, and it's time to face the consequences!"
Gray watched Midnight push Matthew back against the couch, climb on top of him, and force his head down onto the bottle as if it was a penis.
"Besides," Midnight growled lustfully, "you really need to taste more piss than just your master's. Otherwise, how will you learn to taste the difference?"
He struggled with Matthew, but eventually got the skunk's neck tipped back. The moment the liquid entered Matthew's mouth, and he recoiled -- from the heat or taste, Gray couldn't tell -- that was the moment the Dane needed.
Gray pulled Sunny forward onto his dick. She immediately started working on him, moving her mouth back and forth in the rhythm he was accustomed to. That was one of the things Gray liked about her best: the ability to learn fast.
As he watched the skunk be force-fed the bottle -- reluctantly swallowing gulp after gulp, face revealing total embarrassment with a shot of fear, Midnight looking absolutely fiendish about the whole thing -- Sunny didn't take much work to make him come with a loud groan.
He felt her dutifully start slurping and swallowing as his muscles pumped, still watching the spectacle of the jag and skunk... before finally, he finished, and affectionately pushed her mouth away, and then led her head to rest in his lap.
"This is why you're so wonderful," he whispered.
"What about me, master?" she murmured, still not very relaxed at all.
"I'm afraid it will have to wait until the tube comes out... but you don't seem to mind waiting too much, if there's teasing involved, do you?" he asked slyly.
"I will... suffer, master," she sighed -- the hint of a smile on her face betraying that she would get a lot more out of it than mere suffering.
Gray settled back into his previous position on the couch, inviting her back into his lap, which she accepted. In spite of being quite satisfied, he kept watching the porn -- occasionally looking over to see that Midnight was still force-feeding Matthew, only now he was jerking off with his free hand.
Gray just limply watched the banging still on the screen, petting Sunny in the same suggestive way as before, getting her to squirm around occasionally, but otherwise keep watching it with him. He was relieved that they kept it from being too boring, by adding at least a tiny bit of plot in between the focal scenes of the movie.
After another 30 minutes, it was over, and Midnight got up again and measured and emptied another liter from both of the leg-strapped bags.
"There, that was a fine movie, wasn't it?" he asked.
Gray just rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe. What did you think, Sunny?"
She looked up at him with one of her strong looks, full of desire. "I thought it was quite exciting," she replied breathlessly.
"By that clock," stated Midnight at the one on the TV's main menu, "we've got 45 minutes before we go to The Club for the second phase. Any more ideas?"
Gray looked around a bit. "It's too short for another movie. Do you have any books?" he asked. "I bet Sunny here would like a romance novel."
"Certainly, master," she replied with the same excitement that she gave if he were to offer her sex.
"Matthew," Midnight suddenly commanded, "go get one for our guest."
Matthew stood up, blushing just as much as he'd drank all the urine, and walked out of the room.
"You two look quite comfortable," purred Midnight.
Gray was stretched out half across the couch, having entered that position without really giving it much thought after he pulled his pants back up. "Well, you've been so good about getting up and handling Sunny's bag that I haven't needed to move. I really appreciate it."
"It's nothing," replied the jag. "I've been quite excited to get these measurements for Matthew, as I've gotten annoyed with some of his behavior recently."
"Oh? What sort of behavior, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Wetting himself," Midnight answered. "But I'm pretty sure he can hold it, and he's just doing it to piss me off, if you'll forgive the expression. So I'm testing him, and will make sure he either does what he can... or is punished."
"Sounds fun," replied Gray nonchalantly. "My Sunny hasn't been that bad. She tries, but at least sneaks off to the toilet when I'm not home to avoid peeing her pants." He paused to enjoy Sunny's squirming a little at this small humiliation. "So why are you making Matthew hold it?"
"If he's a bad boy, I usually make him hold it for a while as punishment."
"Fortunately for me, Sunny doesn't really need much punishment," he praised with a smile. "The main thing she needs is to go a lot more often than I expect her to. If you really want to humiliate Matthew, I have an idea," he slyly suggested.
Gray looked down at her briefly, and she was getting a hint of flush in her face, and he could feel her tensing up. The teasing was working.
"Oh? What's that?"
"Make him toilet outside. You have a nice piece of property here, I'm sure that you'd never notice it if you had Matthew pick a corner of the back yard, and always take his B.M.s there."
"Now there's a thought," purred the jag as Matthew returned with a thin, paperback volume.
"Here it is," the skunk replied, holding it out on offer to Gray.
The dog took it, and held it up to Sunny. "Have you read this one?" he asked.
"No, there are more than you think, master," she replied playfully, taking it from him like a cat would snatch a mouse, and thumbing through the pages.
"Well then, you enjoy that. I'd like to talk to Midnight for a while." He said it with a very suggestive voice, with a quick glance at Midnight. "Alone."
The jag seemed a bit perplexed, but just stood up and said, "very well, let's talk."
After gently getting Sunny off him, and getting his pants completely back in order, the two of them padded into the kitchen.
"You seem to really like humiliating Matthew."
"Very much," purred Midnight.
"Well, let's just say I can certainly see the appeal. Matthew just has that... something that draws me in."
"That he has the emotions of a 13-year-old, perhaps?" Midnight replied with a smirk.
Gray was quite shocked -- both at the boldness and accuracy of the statement. His eyes must have sharpened themselves into quite a look, because before he could say anything, Midnight added, "what? That's nothing to be ashamed of. It's why I own him. I swear to you, there is no less mature 19-year-old on the planet... and I'm keeping him for it."
"Well, um... that might be it," Gray finally said, lowering his voice even more. "But I had an idea once we get to the club, and their training is over."
"I like the sound of that," Midnight replied.
"Here's the gist of it..."
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