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“Damnit, how’d you win again? That’s ten for four now!” The protogen pouted and crossed his arms, the fennec next to him giggling with a big smile on her face. They’d been competing against one another in a fighting game, and though some matches were close and some the protogen even managed to win, most of the time the fennec wiped the floor with him, despite him training so much before their hangout today.

“I guess I’m just lucky, or maybe I’m more of a pro than you thought~” She teased and gave him a little bump with her elbow, getting a huff out of him.

“But hey! You still won four fights, that’s not bad at all~”

“Hmph, I guess. I’m pretty sure that was luck though.” He mumbled back.

“You know it’d take more than just luck to beat me. If you want a bit of help though, I know how we can make this more interesting and raise the stakes~” She gave him a grin and he leaned away slightly.

“No way, it wouldn’t be fun to win if I knew you were going easy on me, even if I got money. Definitely don’t want to pay to lose either.” He replied.

“Nahhh, I think you know I’d never go easy on you, and getting money involved is lame. I had a much more fun idea..” She paused, gently putting a hand on his thigh and making him flinch.

“Every match, the loser has to drink a whole glass of water. Whoever goes to the bathroom first is the big loser, and has to do whateeeveerrr the winner wants~” She leaned closer to him, so close that he could feel her warm breath on his visor.

“W-well, I- uhm- I don’t know..!” He stammered, tensing as she rubbed his thigh in a rather sensual way.

“I haven’t gone pee since before I got here, and you went a few fights ago. You’re pretty good at holding your bladder too y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you leave during a movie.” She said as she sat up again, sliding her hand off of him. He quietly thought it over, what she said lingering with him. It was a silly, weird little way to settle things, but if he managed to win even a single game or two and held out, she’d probably have to go first and he could make her do something embarrassing.. that thought was enough to convince him.

“Okay, I’ll do it. But I’m getting the water, I don’t want you to give me a bigger cup or something!” He huffed and stood off the couch, and she rolled her eyes as he walked to the kitchen.

He quickly returned with two equally sized, equally filled glasses of water, setting them down on the table in front of the couch and picking up his controller, doing his best to hide his nervousness.

“Let’s get started, then~” She smiled and scooted closer to him, enough that their hips gently bumped together, the tint of a blush forming on his cheeks but his expression not changing as the two of them started another battle.

He did his best to concentrate on winning, staying quiet even when she teased or taunted him, but he managed to barely scrape by and win this match, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t relax yet, that was just one match~” She told him before picking up her water and gulping it all down, practically slamming the empty glass down. She knew she could’ve won that round but decided to let him have that one, her little game wouldn’t be as fun if he was the only one drinking after all.

“Hrmph. I’m not relaxing until you’re running to the bathroom.” He sat up before they began the next match. Again it was close but this time she was the victor.

“Well? Go on and drink~” She giggled. He groaned, picking up his own water and drinking it all until the glass was empty. He had no plans on admitting it, but drinking so much at once made his stomach spin, and he somewhat regretted using such large cups for this.

“Bleh, alright. Let’s go.” He picked his controller up, readying himself for the next fight.

As each battle passed, water getting refilled each time it was needed, his concern grew. The protogen was winning once in a while but just like before the majority of victories belonged to the fennec, and soon enough he was feeling the effects of drinking all that water. The pressure in his bladder was growing, at first he was able to ignore it but that quickly changed to needing to actively go, and before long he was squirming and squeezing his legs tight, one paw crossed over the other. It was getting harder and harder to focus on the fights let alone play at the top of his game, and it was impossible for her not to notice.

“Having some trouble? Bathroom’s right there..~” She teased, glancing over at him in the middle of a match and seeing how he squirmed and blushed. She had to go quite badly as well but she wasn’t so close to bursting as him, but she had no plans to tell him and he was far too distracted with his own feelings and the game to notice her little squirms.

“N-not at all, I’m fine..!” He grunted, gripping his controller tight and repeatedly tapping a paw on the floor. He was practically button mashing before she sent him flying out of bounds and for a very brief moment his focus on holding his bladder wavered, and he could immediately feel the unmistakable warmth of urine dribbling down his thigh. Not too much got out before he stopped it, but calling it only a few drops would be a lie and leaking at all wasn’t a great sign- at the very least it’d only get his underwear and fur wet and not his shorts.

He couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper, shoving a hand between his legs in desperation in the very short break he got while waiting to revive.

“That’s another win for me, and another drink for you! Unless you want to give up~?” She judged him with her elbow and he almost wet himself more. Only then did he realise that the match was over, he’d lost, and that meant he had to drink more water. He reached for the glass in front of him, other hand still between his legs, only for it to be snatched away by the fennec, and he gave her a wide-eyed look that spoke a thousand words.

“Oh don’t give me that. This is my glass, go refill yours.” She handed him the empty cup and he took it with a nervous gulp. He was already at his limit sitting still on the couch, going to the kitchen and coming back only to drink more sounded like an impossible task that he felt he no longer had the strength for, but he was too far in to simply give up and he knew there was no chance of her getting the water for him. Even without their competition it’d be hard for him to make it to the bathroom at this point, his bladder so full that if he wasn’t constantly holding it as much as he could then he’d be leaking all over the place. It was past the point of being comfortable, but he couldn’t give up now.

“Fine, just. J-just give me a minute.” He huffed and took the glass, setting his controller down and quietly sitting there for a few seconds, trying to wait for a moment between the constant waves of pressure that nearly made him wet himself so he could stand. She wasn’t mean enough to scare or push him then, letting him take the time he needed to steel himself and rise to his feet, having to slowly shuffle along with his knees together, gradually trudging his way to the kitchen sink. The longer he took the worse the pressure grew but if he moved too fast he wouldn’t be able to hold it, and he still had to pause every few steps to tense up and hold extra tight to avoid pissing himself.

Eventually he made it to the sink, tucking his tail between his legs as he lifted his glass to the tap, hands shaking as he turned the water on and his cup began to fill. His legs trembled as the sound of rushing water filled his head, a few small drops of urine leaking from between his legs even as he held as strong as he could. He knew he was fighting a losing battle in more ways than one, but whether it was because of pride or something else, he couldn’t go straight to the bathroom, instead starting to sluggishly walk back to the couch with his water, taking slow and shaky breaths while trying to appear much more calm and composed than he really felt. He planned to go to the bathroom after putting his water down, he could already imagine how she’d rub it in his face if he desperately sprinted there, even if he lost either way.

“You uh, got a little wet spot there.” The fennec chuckled from her seat, the protogen’s eyes widening as he focused back on himself and looked down, and things quickly went wrong. She wasn’t exactly lying but calling it a wet spot would be generous, a large area of his crotch was darkened, soaked with far more than just the occasional drops he thought he was letting go, a small trail of wetness running down his leg from thigh to paw, more still dribbling out of him.

“B-but-!” He tensed up and his heart skipped, quickly shoving a hand between his legs to try and stop the flow. In his panic he made a sore mistake, not using his free hand but the one holding a nearly-overflowing glass of water, immediately spilling all that water onto the floor in front of him.

“Wait-“ He took a step back from the wide puddle only to step in a smaller puddle from his leaking, his panic-induced unsteadiness making him slip, falling forward and making a splash in the water with his arms splayed out in front him, his belly and legs flat against the floor, the glass he was holding rolling forgotten to the side. He made a high-pitched, embarrassing squeak of shock as he fell, but that noise was the least of his worries. The fall wasn’t enough to hurt for more than a moment and daze him, as well as totally destroy all the remaining strength he had to hold his bladder. He was still processing what was happening when the dam burst, the poor protogen suddenly losing control of his bladder and wetting himself, soaking his fur and clothes.

“N-nooo..” He whined, holding his ears down over his face while he kept pissing, a puddle growing and spreading around his waist, mixing with the water he’d spilled and was still lying in. The mess was far from his mind though, he could only think about how humiliating this all was- losing the bet and so many of the games that were a part of it, slipping and falling on his face like a klutz, and most of all helplessly wetting his clothes on the floor before his friend, unable to even get up as his legs shook and squeezed together, urine spraying against his thighs as the torrent continued. Obviously the fennec could see all of it, he was practically right in front of her- he couldn’t bring himself to uncover his eyes or ears so he wouldn’t have to meet her presumably smug face or hear her laughing, not that he knew if she was laughing or not over his own pounding heartbeat and the heavy spraying of urine against the fabric of his underwear. The worst part of all of it, even more embarrassing than losing control in the first place, was how good it felt. Finally relieving the immense, uncomfortable pressure in his bladder made it difficult to do anything other than relax and let the sensation wash over him, the warmth soaking him being quite soothing and pleasurable even if it was from pissing in his clothes in the middle of his living room. He couldn’t believe he was holding so much, having been going for over a minute straight and feeling like he still had plenty left, and even still he couldn’t halt the flow.

By the time he was all done he was left tired, drenched, and trembling, his shorts and underwear soaked from front to back, his shirt soaked to the point that only a small part of the back was still dry, lots of his green fur dripping wet, his tail especially soaked to the point that it sat between his legs like a sad and wet towel, too heavy for him to properly lift in his current state.

The euphoria from letting go began to fade and shame was replacing it, along with the reality of his situation. It was far from the first time he’d wet himself, but every other time was fully- or at least mostly- intentional, and those had plenty of preparation, or were simply somewhere like a bathtub or outdoors. This time he was absolutely unprepared on the floor of his living room, no sort of tarps or towels anywhere to be seen, the closest there was other than himself was the nearby rug that unfortunately fell victim to his accident and absorbed no small amount of protogen piss. Hydrated as he was there was almost no yellow to his urine it the sheer amount made it difficult to smell anything else, further cementing to himself what he just did.

“S-sorry..” He sniffled quietly, peeking up at the fennec between two fingers, only to lose any sort of stealth when he realised she was standing right before him with her hands on her hips rather than sitting on the couch, making another surprised, embarrassing squeak and fumbling with himself before simply turning his head away.

“..Dude, why are you apologising?” She gave him a curious look, though she was still smiling.

“I don’t know..” He squeaked out.

“I should be the one apologising..” She reached a hand out to him, and once he eventually noticed he hesitantly took it, wincing from the squelch that was made with how wet he was, still not making eye contact with her as she helped him up to his feet, even more dripping off of him and loudly splashing below.

“..Especially with what I’m about to do to you.” Her expression turned mischievous and her grip on his hand became almost uncomfortably tight.

“W-wait what-“ He didn’t get to properly finish before she threw him onto the couch on his back, making him bounce on the cushions with another squish that pushed the moisture from his clothes and fur like a sponge. She gave him no time to react before she swiftly hopped over him on the couch, straddling his stomach with her knees pinning down his arms and her own hands on his chest, staring down at him with eyes full of lust.

“Now it’s my turn~” She grinned, slowly grinding her crotch against his piss-soaked belly.

“What are- wh-what do you mean? C-can I at least shower and change first?” He whined, trying and frequently failing to look anywhere other than her, though making almost no attempt to get out from underneath her. She was nearly a foot shorter than him and a whole lot lighter,

“Nope! Don’t you remember our bet? Loser does whatever the winner wants, and right now I want you to hold still~” She gave his chest a little push down and gently squeezed him with her legs, and that got him to do exactly as she said.

“..C-can I at least get a towel?” He asked as he meekly looked up at her, but he felt he already knew her answer.

“No way, I wouldn’t be able to hold it long enough~” She responded, and before he could ask what she meant she relaxed herself, and he felt something hot against his stomach, quickly spreading further down his sides and up his torso. It took a second for him to realise what was going on due to the utter shock he felt and once he figured it out he was stunned, staring down at her crotch as she willingly wet her pants on top of him.

“Fuuuck, I felt like I was gonna explooode~” She let out a content sigh, her legs trembling from the pleasure of the immense relief she felt, hands squeezing his shirt. The wetness on her pants reached all over her crotch and moved down her legs, and in no time at all it was starting to soak into the couch under them. He hadn’t made a peep since she started as if he was some kind of prey trying to play dead, taking a slow breath in that made him really feel her weight on top of him. It was so, so warm. It felt much hotter than when he was the one wetting himself. It was just as embarrassing, it was even more embarrassing than when he had his little “accident”. When that happened he couldn’t control himself, he couldn’t stop it from happening. Now, it was undoubtedly his fault. He knew if he told her to stop or get off of him she would, she was a bit of a bully but she wouldn’t go that far, but still he said nothing, he was letting her pee on him and his couch, not out of fear but because he was loving it. Despite his experience with watersports, both on his own and with friends, this was the very first time someone had gone on him like this and it was way more exciting than he’d ever be willing to admit. He couldn’t even find himself upset at her for dirtying his sofa. It was annoying, sure, but the idea of peeing wherever you were even if it’d get on things that probably shouldn’t get wet- especially if it was on things that shouldn’t get wet- had already infested his brain to the point that deep down he was wishing he’d made his own mess on the couch.

As large as her bladder capacity was she didn’t last as long as he did, not to say she didn’t make an almost impressive mess, about a third of the couch saturated and some of the wetness even travelling up the back cushions.

“Haaahh, that was the best piss I’ve had in a while~” She huffed happily, tail wagging behind her while she pushed out the last few dribbles of urine onto his belly. He didn’t respond, head resting back while he stared up at the ceiling, totally out of it after such an experience.

“I didn’t short circuit ya, did I?” She laughed and gave his shoulder a little shake, mostly joking.

“Huh? Oh, uh, n-no, just.. kinda surprised..” He mumbled and looked away from her again, blushing so much he thought he was going to catch fire.

“I uh, wasn’t expecting that to, to uh.. to feel so good..” He trailed off and sank back, her smile growing.

“Oh really~? Naughty little proto likes being my toilet~?” She snickered.

“No! I mean, i-it just felt warm and cozy..!” He squeaked back, having no intentions of admitting how that little tease really made him feel.

“Hehe, that we can agree on. I’m feeling reeeaal cozy right now~” She grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly, smoothly lifted it up above her head, exposing her fluffy tummy and perky tits- though they weren’t big he wouldn’t call them small either, and to his surprise she wasn’t wearing any sort of bra.

“H-hey!” He looked away and shut his eyes, as if it wasn’t incredibly obvious that she wanted him to see. She rolled her eyes and tossed her shirt aside, not caring that it landed in a puddle of both his and her own urine, before slowly laying down on top of him with her head against his fluffy neck, stretching her legs out on top of his.

“Dude, you admitted you loved me literally pissing on you less than a minute ago, but seeing my boobs is too much? You’re such a dork.” She slid her arms up around his neck, gently hugging him.

“Th-that’s different..!” He huffed, squirming a little bit from the feeling of her chest lightly smushed against his own, her full weight on top of him now while she snuggled close. Through all of his kinky experiences he hadn’t really done anything that was truly intimate or even seen others naked, and he found himself slowly lifting his now-freed arms up to gently hug her back, holding her close.

“You’re still gonna help clean up after, right..?” He asked quietly and she only responded with a small grunt, nuzzling into his fluff with her eyes closed. He sighed, giving her a little squeeze but not wanting to bother her, and maybe not caring about the mess as much as he thought he did. As he rested back with her on top of him, trying to fall asleep with her, he actually started to feel the need to piss again from how much water he drank. This time though, he didn’t think he’d even try making it to the bathroom..