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This story was written for Lightweaver. It contains F/F sex, watersports/wetting, desperation play, and all sorts of pee related sexiness. If you aren't into that sort of content, please feel free to check out one of my many other stories instead. :D

Seeking Relief

Mika could barely hear the pounding of the bass-heavy music within the club over the thundering pace of her own heart in her ears. With her vodka coke trembling in one hand, she stared down at her phone with the other. She seemed intent on utterly ignoring her first experience of a lesbian-focused nightclub, all the beautiful women whose eyes fell upon her delicate, sundress clad body as over and over again she read through the last few messages she'd received. Messages that held within their words the potential to cause a massive change within her life. To finally offer her the opportunity to do exactly what she had been hoping to do ever since leaving her parents home for college.

To break out of her shell, out from the confines of her own mind, her own feelings and her own fantasies, and finally begin to live with someone else to guide her.

Not just anyone though. Her. Trish. The most incredibly enthralling and stimulating individual that the nineteen year old red fox had ever met. Well... that she had ever spoken to, and was finally going to meet tonight, if the content of those text messages was accurate.

_20:07 - I hope you've been drinking like i asked. Remember, no cheating. I'll know if you do my sweet lil puddle.

20:14 - Picking out my own outfit for tonight. Red or black panties?

20:15 - Never mind. Don't think i'll need panties, do you?

20:23 - Fuck! Landlord just showed up. Pipe burst in apartment above mine and he needs to check ceiling. Wait for me, i'll be there asap. I hope you're still staying hydrated, cunt.

20:24 - OMFG. CUTIE. Wow autocorrect, seriously??? What does that say about my most commonly texted words? Gonna go crawl into my closet and die now, haha. Seeya soon, CUTIE._

Mika giggled as she read those last two over and over. She had been speaking with Trish for almost three months now, spending a sizeable portion of her once solitary evenings engaged with the older mountain lion over text, voice, or video chat. Over that time, she had been called a lot of things by Trish, but that was a new one. Though it wasn't like she hadn't heard the cougar use that word in its more common content, along with far more explicit strings of words. After all, Trish was probably the least prudish woman... the least prudish individual, regardless of gender, that Mika had ever met. The very circumstances of their meeting here tonight was a testament to that fact.

Still giggling, the fox's eyes abruptly widened and her mirth trailed off in a muffled whimper. She slipped her phone into the small purse slung over her shoulder, shuffled off the bar stool upon which she was seated, and squeezed her thighs tightly together as her bulging eyes forced themselves closed. Her breathing grew rapidly ragged, and she nibbled on the inside edge of her bottom lip as she sought to regain the control that her laughter had caused to slip.

"C'mon... come on..."

Hissing at herself under her breath, Mika fought with all her might to restrain the suddenly violent urge threatening to overwhelm her. A need that had been swelling within her midsection since early that afternoon, when after already having been without a bathroom break for several hours she had been instructed by Trish to start preparing for tonight's festivities. To drink. Not alcohol, just liquid of some shape or form. And of course, to not use the rest-room.

Mika's face flushed beneath her thankfully already bright fur as she fought to control her bladder, arousal mingling with her rather urgent need to go while the fox found herself thinking back to the occasion that had started all of this. A night spent on her own, just days after she'd moved into her dorm room. A night which many college freshmen might have considered dull and potentially rather tragic for the start of freshers week, but which for Mika had been absolute heaven.

All day she had been sitting in her room in nothing but her most comfy pair of cotton panties, surrounded by her favourite snacks and sodas, bundled up in a soft cotton blanket and watching movies on her laptop. No-one to disturb her. No parents to tell her that she should go out, or come down and join them for dinner. Nothing at all to get in the way of a marathon session of her favourite action movies, animated features, and comedies.

It had been one of the latter movies that had been her downfall. A comedy. Liar Liar, to be specific. Just like today in the club, it had made Mika laugh. Oh god, she had been laughing so hard that tears had been running down her cheeks. For a while of course she had known that she needed to use the restroom. Since before the start of the movie in fact, which was now more than two thirds over. But she had been so comfy, so relaxed and at peace in her freedom, that she had waited. Waited, as it turned out, a little too long.

She had been laughing like a lunatic, squirming and snorting and giggling where she lay upon the bed, when all of a sudden she'd felt it. The gently insistent call of her bladder turning to a piercing, almost painful screaming through every cell of her body. Of course, she'd known what it meant even back then. Instinct and a whole lifetime's worth of training told her what she was feeling, and what she had to do. Mika had dragged herself to her feet, sending malteasers and M&Ms flying in all directions as she rushed towards the dorm room door. Before she could even put her paw upon the handle though, she knew it was too late. Not only because it had just occurred to her that she was dressed solely in panties, and the best part of a ten metre long hallway separated her from the dorm block's shared restrooms. But primarily, and at the time to her absolute horror, because it really was too late.

Her toes had curled down into the carpet. Her eyes rolled back into her head with uncontrollable relief so intense it was almost pleasurable. And though she had stuffed her hands down the front of her panties, cupping her pussy as though somehow seeking to staunch the flow with her trembling fingers, there was nothing that could be done as she felt hot urine gushing out over her paws, through her panties, and down the inside of her furred thighs as she wet herself.

The strange thing was though, even as it had happened, Mika hadn't been ashamed. Even as she staggered towards the centre of the room, feeling the gushing fluids still flooding through the fabric of her white cotton, now yellow stained panties, and threw her blanket down upon the ground before toppling to her knees onto it, she could feel herself breathing heavily. As she had spread her thighs apart and let her head loll back onto her shoulders, ceasing all efforts to hold back in the knowledge that there was nothing she could now do to undo what was happening, a deep groan of blissful satisfaction had erupted from somewhere deep in her throat. And though she had no longer been attempting to save herself or her panties from the soaking they were receiving, she had slipped one hand back into that sodden underwear. A hand that almost revelled in making contact with the stream of her pee, and which made Mika start giggling anew even while her bladder continued to empty itself.

Two of her fingers had playfully spread apart her dripping outer lips, allowing two others to caress and tease at the sensitive flesh of her pussy. It was on that day, thanks to that fateful accident, that she had not only wet herself for the first time, but discovered that to do so uncontrollably... when her body was so desperate there was barely anything planned about it, was beyond thrilling. Beyond stimulating.

It was that day, as she finally felt the flow of her piss abating, but kept the fingers now caressing and pleasuring her pussy exactly where they were hard at work, that she had felt a new part of herself awakening. A part of herself that for the seven months since had been eagerly indulging its newfound longing at every possible opportunity, in as explosively soaking a manner as possible.

All those days spent drinking bottle after bottle of water during class or at the college library, every gulp sending a little shiver of ecstasy running down her spine. All those evenings spent sitting on her leather desk chair, trembling and fondling at her swollen clit and puffy, needy pussy as she held off to the last possible moment. All those mornings she'd woken up, so tempted to simply lie back and flood her bed, only to drag herself up at the last moment, dash to the showers in her underwear and soak her underwear with a muffled cry of delight. All of it had led to her meeting Trish. Confessing online what she did and how it made her feel, only to discover that she was not alone. That there were others out there just like her... and that one of them lived just thirty minutes away.

And in turn, her meeting Trish had led to here. Right now, this very moment in which she stood fighting to control her bladder not in the privacy of her own room. Not in the dorm bathroom or showers. But in public. In a crowded building with hundred of pairs of eyes ready and waiting to catch her if she slipped. If she forgot all that she had learned over the past half a year, and lost control before Trish had arrived to take her away and set their passions and bladders loose together in person for the first time.

Opening her eyes once more, Mika's breathing slowed slightly. She swallowed, shuddered in delight as she felt the urgent need to go temporarily receding, and lifted her vodka and coke to her lips... adding yet more pressure to the powder keg that was her swollen bladder.

This was the night all of her longings and wishings and fantasies had been building towards, and she was determined not only to make it last... but to make it spectacular.

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An hour later of course, the red fox wasn't quite so confident.

Two new text messages had arrived to keep Mika apprised of Trish's status in the intervening time. But while the cougar's insistent promise that she would be there as soon as possible and her apologies for getting their first meeting off to such a lame start had certainly kept the younger woman from worrying, they did nothing to allay her more immediate and physical problem. For the past hour she had still been sipping on vodka and cokes. Three of them in fact. And as a result, her already urgent need to make use of a restroom had developed into a constant, desperate struggle. No longer could she merely hold it in the back of her mind, a constant underlying need that she was able to enjoyably suppress with each passing moment. No. Now it was a raging torrent, with powerful waves lashing at the defensive walls of her conscious mind each and every second, fighting to burst through and out into the world beyond the confines of her bladder.

Three times... once in response to the latter of Trish's own messages and twice entirely of her own accord just within the last ten minutes, Mika had texted the cougar with desperate pleas for mercy. There was absolutely nothing stopping her from using the bathroom, except of course for the fact that she had promised Trish that she wouldn't. That she would hold it, and save it for when they were together. Thus, she asked the older woman for freedom from that promise, in exchange for making it up to her at a later date, somewhere more private where they didn't have to worry about such delays spoiling their plans.

If Trish had responded no; that she wouldn't let Mika out of her promise, that would have been one thing. It might have excited the red fox more than a little to think of Trish enjoying the thought of her enforced desperation. But instead, she had received no response at all. No sign that the cougar had received any of her frantic begging... and thus no permission to grant herself the blessed relief that she so painfully needed.

Mika danced. Not to the music of the club. Not even due to the vodka now causing her head to spin slightly. She danced the dance of a woman whose body was threatening to fail her. Who should have been waiting outside a crowded bathroom door, silently begging for the women already within to hurry up and give her a turn, rather than still hovering near the bar. She danced as her heavy, swollen bladder sloshed back and forth, and whimpered under her ragged breathing as with each moment she wondered if that would be the moment she let something slip. It would only take the tiniest lapse in concentration after all, to cause a tiny crack in her defences. And from that minute little hole, she knew that a vast flood would rapidly pierce its way through.

All she could think about between her flushes of anguished excitement and needy desperation, was what had happened the week before. What until now had been her most public dalliance with wetting herself yet, and again at Trish's request.

It had seemed like such a simple idea at the time, just like tonight. Drink. Wait. And after many hours when her need was reaching the same unbearable limits as now, order a pizza. Trish had been there with her, or at least through a video call on skype, as she made the call and waited. They'd chatted to keep their minds off their equally full bladders, Mika blushing as Trish wandered around the room beyond her desktop, innocently showing off her plump, naked body while sipping on a bottled water. By the time the pizza place's tracker app had informed the pair that the pizza was on its way though, despite Trish's constant presence and reassurance that they could both hold it, Mika had already been having second thoughts.

She had begged Trish, just like tonight, to let her empty her bladder right there and then. She'd even tempted the cougar by training her webcam between her legs, pulling her panties down around her knees, spreading her flushed, aroused pussy lips apart and gently flicking at her swollen clit as she asked the cougar to let her put on a show. A messy, sticky, delicious show that would give Trish a look at both the cum and piss she loved to see Mika experiencing. Just like today though, the elder woman hadn't accepted a word of it. She'd acted as though Mika was just fooling around, and continued to insist that they wait. That she wait.

Thus, with sweats donned and face burning crimson beneath its bright fur, Mika had waited. She'd spent the final five minutes or so not sitting in the peace and privacy of her room with Trish, but at the front door of the dorm where the pizza was sure to be delivered. Just like now in the club, it had been hell. Unbearable, unthinkably erotic hell. She had been so ashamed. So embarrassed by the near certainty that she was going to wet herself in public, and it had made her horny as hell. By the time the pizza guy actually arrived at the door and delivered the pizza, Mika's thighs were so wet with her arousal that she'd wondered if she'd already started to leak.

She should have known that she hadn't though. Because then maybe, just maybe, she might have been a little more on guard. A little more ready and prepared to keep her defences high.

The pizza guy had reached out to take her cash, and just as Mika was telling him to keep the change she felt their fingers touch as the notes exchanged hands. It was only a slight shock, an unexpected moment of contact, but it was enough. The red fox had gasped not only at the surprise of the delivery guy's warm fingers against hers, but at the sudden squirt of pee which had just erupted into the fabric of her panties.

She had clamped her muscles down instantly of course, but a heady, lustful moan had escaped her lips as she realised that she was now living on borrowed time. No longer was she denying the flow, she was holding it back after it had already started. This left her with thirty seconds... a minute at best, before she lost it.

Not caring that the delivery guy had still been standing in the doorway in front of her, stunned at the loud and overtly sexual moan that had escaped this rather meek, shy looking fox's muzzle, Mika had grabbed her pizza, turned on her heels, and started to run.

She had run at breakneck speed up the stairs and into her dorm room's corridor. Flung herself along it, wrenched her door open, and bolted inside.

Mika had just managed to catch a glimpse of Trish still watching and listening on the far side of the skype call, the cougar's eyes wide and her face alive with obvious sexual excitement as she drank in the sight of the quivering, shuddering fox. Then, before she could ever topple forward onto the plastic sheeting that she had lain out across the bedroom floor for tonight's fun with her internet based lover, a howling groan of joy had escaped the vixen's muzzle as she tossed the pizza box down upon her bed and clutched with both hands at the fabric of her sweat-pants' crotch. The navy material had rapidly darkened as with explosive force as she soaked herself with an utterly unrestrained flood of pee, and through her laptop's speakers she heard an almost equally giddy moan escaping Trish as she too had begun to relieve herself right there and then.

Just thinking about that night, about the thrill of almost having puddled right there in front of that pizza guy. About the drenched sweat pants that had clung to her legs as she and Trish had masturbated together soon after their shared soaking. About the way she had continued to sit there in her piss and cum stained bottoms afterwards while she ate pizza and chatted with her older companion like it was the most natural thing in the world, it was making Mika wet all over again. She hated Trish for making her feel this way. So desperate. So out of control. So close to humiliating herself in front of these hundreds upon hundreds of people. But at the same time, and infinitely more so, she adored the cougar for doing this to her.

Every second of full-bladdered desperation was hell, yes. But it was that hell which she relished every bit as much as the thrill of the soaking itself, and with Trish keeping her in line, together the two women had developed desperation into a fine art.

And tonight... tonight was going to be Trish and Mika's masterpiece.

"I... I w-won't let you down, Trish."

Mika moaned under her breath, clenching her thighs together and feeling another wave of arousal course through her alongside the urgent need to relieve her bladder. Slowly, carefully, she turned around and leaned over the bar, extending a trembling hand and putting on her best smile.

"Another vokda coke, please."

Trish wanted her to wait. Needed her to wait. So, she'd do it. She'd do it not just because Trish wanted her to, but to prove that she could do it.

Another ten minutes passed, and another vodka coke poured itself down Mika's throat. Into her stomach, and onward, the liquid and the diuretic caffeine of the cola drink adding to the content of her already bulging bladder.

Mika whimpered loudly, so loud that she swore one of the bartender's shot her a concerned glance, and fumbled for her phone urgently once again as she felt herself slip a little closer to losing all control.

She could have all the willpower and confidence in the world, but that still wouldn't matter if Trish didn't get here and get her out of here soon Mika's body had reached its limit. She could feel it like never before, that her bladder was full to what felt like absolute capacity. And no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she wanted it... no.

No. She couldn't do it.

22:49 - Can't wait. Gonna hit the restroom NOW. Can't let myself go in front of all these people. Sorry.

The text was her admitting defeat. Letting Trish know that it was too late, and that the cougard couldn't do anything to change it even if she arrived right now.

So... why, even after she'd sent it, did Mika remain at the bar? Staring down at her phone, at the text she had just sent, waiting, praying, begging for a reply. Hoping that Trish would say something; anything, to in some way make her giving up okay.

Another minute passed. And another.

Only then did Mika begin to move. Still staring down at her phone, she pulled herself away from the bar and on shaking legs and still tightly clenched thighs began to pad delicately towards the club's restrooms. Every step was a challenge in itself, the sudden motion threatening to push her bladder beyond its already strained limits. Worse still, in order to reach the bathroom she had to pass across one of the club's dancefloors. Even sticking close to the edge, she came painfully close to being noticed. She saw multiple pairs of eyes rising to scan her momentarily, but thankfully none lingered for more than that. Right now, it felt like even a look of too great an intensity could set her off.

Suddenly, from within her hands, her phone buzzed. A split-second later its screen lit up, and a text from Trish flashed across the screen.

Thirteen simple words that changed Mika's life forever.

22:59 - I'm here for you cutie. you've done such a good job all evening.

Before Mika could truly comprehend what that meant, she felt something warm pressing up against her from behind. A body. Larger and more amply built than her own. A pair of heaving breasts pushing against her shoulders, and a set of warm, tender arms wrapping themselves around the fox's lean figure. Her ears twitched as a familiar voice whispered to her, and Mika's eyes bulged as she heard the first words that Trish had to say to her in person.

"Let it out, my little puddle."

As Trish growled that tender command into her young lover's ears, her hands wrapped themselves around the vixen's midsection and pushed inward. She knew just where to apply pressure, exactly where to strike in order to press down upon Mika's bladder, and did so with a gleeful little giggle as within her embrace the fox let out a desperate, joyous moan of relief.

"O-ohhhh goo_ahhh_-ood..."

Mika gurgled with unfathomable bliss as she felt the flood gates not simply burst open, but rip away from their hinges with the force of the torrent that escaped from within. Her legs threatened to collapse beneath her, but she felt strong hands sliding under her arms and not only holding her upright, but turning her round upon the spot. She found herself face to face with a woman she had never met before, but whom she knew better than probably any other person besides her parents. A woman whose sandy coloured fur was flushed with excitement, and whose bright eyes were heavy-lidded with lust as she watched the sweet, lithe nineteen year old within her arms trembling with joyous relief.

"That's it, baby... let it out. Let it all go."

Clutching Mika closer still to her body, Trish moaned in delight as she cupped the fox's rump through her soft blue sundress and felt the fabric of both dress and the panties beneath already sodden. Her fingers teased a little lower as she pulled Mika's quivering body into a tight embrace, and she could feel the hot rivers of urine running down the insides of her lover's legs. She was doing it. She was pissing herself in the middle of a bustling nightclub, and judging by the husky, desperately happy moans whispering into her right ear, Mika was relishing every moment of it.

"C-can't stop it... oh fuck. Fuck, Trish... I... I love you..."

The fox hadn't meant those words to slip out, but then, she had already relinquished all control whatsoever over what ninety or so percent of her body was doing, so why should her muzzle and brain be any different. It felt so good to be doing this. To be soaking her panties and feeling the puddle of her warm, wet pee flooding the floor of the nightclub. To have not only her toes but Trish's too paddling in her wetness, and to have the cougar's hands exploring her so intimately in this public spot; fondling and caressing her inner thigh's rivers so close to her pussy as her bladder reached what was barely the half way point of all that it had to expel.

"Silly, sweet little puddle. I love you too. Every drop of you. E-every word and smile we've shared. Every touch and taste we will share."

Trish had turned Mika so that the fox was facing the outermost wall of the nightclub by this point, shielding the rivers flowing down her lower legs and the now darkened, waterlogged fabric of her dress's lower reaches from being picked up by any of the club's flashing lights or the wandering eyes of other women. This experience was for them, and them alone. Yes, the place was far from private, but that was only to facilitate what they had needed. What Mika had needed. Somewhere open and exposed to truly let herself loose, so that when the two of them ended up alone together at long last neither one of them would have any reason nor desire to hold anything back.

For more than a minute in total, Mika wet herself. She soaked her panties and her dress. She soaked her legs, Trish's hands, and the thick thigh-high leg warmers that Trish was wearing beneath her black miniskirt. She soaked both pairs of their feet, and of course the floor beneath them. The floor of this club. Of this public place, in which she had just spent sixty seconds letting her bladder loose with only a single person besides her knowing anything about it.

Even as the final few droplets of her pee were still pouring out into her panties, Mika actively clenching her internal muscles to force out those last few little bursts, the vixen was wrapping her arms around Trish's neck and pulling the cougar's flushed, beaming face down to her level. She found herself practically dragging Trish's lips to her own, and moaned both loudly and shamelessly as the cougar granted Mika her very first kiss, all the while with droplets of warm, dilute urine still dripping from her panties and down to to join the puddle around their feet.

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Less than five minutes later, the two women were giggling and trembling with helpless laughter as they scampered away from the club's front door. Mika's lower body was still obviously soaked and stained with the scent of her pee, but somehow she had made it past the bouncers and the many individuals congregating around the entrance without detection. Now they seemed home free, and Trish was delighting in ensuring that the younger woman did not for one second begin to tumble down from the endorphin and adrenaline rush that she was riding upon.

"You really had no idea that I was watching you the whole time? Didn't you look around at all? Didn't you want to eye up any of the other pretty young things who were there looking for a hook up with someone just like you?"

Mika giggled as her rear end bumped into what Trish had identified as her car. She shook her head, whimpering happily as the cougar's arms wrapped around her once more and Trish's rough tongue began to caress and tease at her lips, begging for entry. They kissed hungrily, but only briefly before parting to permit the vixen a chance to answer.

"E-even when I read your text, I wasn't sure until I f-felt you. And before? Why would I have looked at anyone else. N-never mind that you're the only woman I've ever been attracted to. I was so goddamn desperate to go, I can't even remember the species of the bartender that was serving me all evening."

Trish grinned, cocking an eyebrow as she leaned in to tenderly nuzzle at the smaller, younger woman.

"Mmmh... that reminds me. You drank a fair few vodkas. Maybe I should just take you home. I wouldn't want you to feel taken advantage of, after all."

A desperate, though obviously playful whimper escaped Mika. She shook her head urgently from side to side and clutched at the back of Trish's deep red, spaghetti strapped top with trembling but tightly clenched fingers.

"D-don't you dare. I've been waiting for tonight ever since the first time I... s-since we... saw each other online."

The older woman growled happily at the reaction she received, and with her eyes sparkling reached down with her right hand, slipping her fingers beneath the soaked lower edges of Mika's dress and cupping the sodden, panty-clad mound of the vixen's pussy.

"Saw each other? You mean the night when we first wet ourselves on cam together?"

Moaning loudly at the contact with her intimate regions, her knees bending slightly and allowing her pussy to push down and hump against the embrace of Trish's hand, Mika shook her head.

"Before then. The first time we spoke on cam. I know I was so shy. I know I hadn't done anything with you, o-other than stuff we did while chatting with just text..."

Trish smirked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Because that totally doesn't count?"

Mika giggled, pecking at the cougar's lips once more.

"S-shush. I'm trying to tell you that after that first talk face to face... I barely slept. That whole night. B-by morning, my bedding was soaked. But... I hadn't peed, n-not even a little bit."

The feline female growled happily, her fingers rising up and away from Mika's pussy for a moment, but only so she could peel the front of the vixen's panties away from her matted fur and slide them down inside the soaking wet underwear instead.

"Is that your way of telling me you don't want to wait till you've sobered up? Or your way of telling me you don't want to wait till we get back to my place?"

Her fingers peeled apart the swollen lips of Mika's pussy, and slid inward to explore the warm, moist pink flesh. She felt the vixen tense up as the base of her fingers dragged across the younger woman's engorged clit, and growled happily herself as she felt two of her digits dip into the opening of the vulpine's passage while a third teased at the smaller but no less important hole from which all the mess which Mika had caused this evening had emerged.

The fox arched her back against the passenger-side door of Trish's car, and as she whined breathlessly in pleasure she craned her neck to look back towards the front of the club and the six or seven rows of perhaps four-fifths occupied parking lot that separated them. She could still hear the sounds of the club. The throbbing bass from within. The chatter of voices waiting for entry, and those who like herself and Trish were just leaving. No-one was looking at them, lost in shade between two of the large lamp-posts which were spaced periodically throughout the parking lot. But even if they had been, Mika wasn't sure that her answer would have changed.

She whimpered hungrily, pulled Trish's face to hers once more, and began to kiss the cougar with ever more urgent passion as her lover's fingers began to slip in and out of her already sodden, desperately aroused pussy.

"Oh... ohh g-god yes... just like that..."

Within the space of a single minute, Mika was lost in bliss as Trish's expert digits made the most of the twenty plus extra years experience they'd had with female genitalia. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, she moaned loudly despite the public nature of their current situation, and her curling toes left the ground as she felt Trish's weight pinning her up against the car, wrapping her legs around the cougar's powerful body and clinging to her for all she was worth. Over and over again the big cat's fingers pummelled the most sensitive reaches of her pussy, seeking out the g-spot it had taken Mika three years of masturbation to discover within the space of just twenty or thirty seconds.

Trish had seen Mika masturbate more than enough times by now to know that the vixen wasn't going to last long this way, and that the fastest, most explosive result was going to be found not through any elaborate teasing, but through relentless persecution of that sweet spot inside her. Thus she showed no surprise at the intensity and speed with which Mika reacted to her touch, nor did she hesitate to continue as the lithe little woman wrapped around her body began to thrash and squirm with a desperation that almost equalled what she seemed to have been experiencing in the club.

"One more mess, Mika. One more little puddle, and I'll take you home with me."

The vixen wailed in ecstasy, her toes splaying apart as they flexed and writhed before curling tightly once more. From where she was standing, Trish could see a few heads glance in their general direction, no doubt curious as to the source of such a frantic and plaintive cry. But she couldn't stop now. She wouldn't. Not for anything.

"And once we're back to my place, cutie... god, are we gonna have fun. I... I've been drinking all afternoon too, and I haven't gone yet. So, if you'd like... every drop can be yours. Wherever you want it. However you think would be the most fun."

Growling tenderly, the cougar worked her lover to the very brink not just with the motion of her fingers, but by planting those new and powerfully tempting fantasies within Mika's mind. Sure enough, the female fox screamed in pleasure once more, and Trish's eyes widened slightly as she saw a bouncer look towards them, then step away from the door and begin to walk slowly towards the car park.

"All I ask... all you need to do in return, is cum for me, Mika. Squirt for me. Now."

Mika's eyes bulged. Her whole body stiffened for a moment, and a strangled howl of pure rapture escaped her lips as she felt the cougar's fingers jab fiercely into her g-spot one last time before pulling out entirely. A flood of ejaculate followed swiftly in their wake, staining the already dripping fur upon Trish's hand, but by that point the vixen was already too lost in her own orgasmic rapture to notice. She just folded forwards into Trish's embrace, and continued to writhe, tremble, and cry out in enraptured pleasure as the big cat held her tightly in one arm, while feverishly beginning to pull open the car door with the other.

The vixen was still twitching. Still moaning under her breath and breathing in sharp, ragged gasps, when Trish slipped the car into gear and pulled away from her parking spot. She caught only a momentary glimpse of the bouncer as the car rolled past him slowly, but the look on his face as he peered back into the car was one of red faced embarrassment, rather than concern.

Whether he'd seen Mika's face and just knew from that alone, or if he'd simply put two and two together given the tone of those cries, he clearly understood that no foul play had been occurring here. Only some very, very consensual contact between two of the club's former attendees. Not exactly something to warrant pursuing. Particularly not on the night when somehow some group of drunken and far kinkier idiots had managed to dump what surely had to have been two or three bladder's full of urine onto the dancefloor, without anybody from either the staff nor the other patrons noticing until after the culprits had long gone.

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By the time Trish and Mika arrived back at the cougar's apartment, the fox had not only recovered from her post-orgasmic stupor, but had her hand buried inside her sodden panties all over again. She couldn't get over how good it felt to see Trish's eyes fighting to stay on the road and failing, her undeniable tipsiness ensuring that she didn't have the good sense to consider how that was a bad idea as she tweaked and rubbed at her aching clitoris. Somehow they made it back safely though, and soon enough Mika was giggling and squirming from within the cougar's arms as the older, larger and far stronger woman carried her up from the parking structure to her front door like a husband ready to carry his wife over the threshold. A wife who in this case had a lower body that was soaked and stained with the scent of now slightly stale urine, and whose right hand was still playfully teasing her pussy as the left wrapped itself around Trish's neck for support.

As soon as they'd slipped through Trish's front door, the cougar setting Mika down upon her shaky legs so she could lock the door behind them, the younger woman was overcome by a fit of the giggles once again. She squealed happily as Trish turned away from the door, already pulling her spaghetti strapped top up over her shoulders and fixing the vixen with a decidedly savage, hungry glare.

Mika allowed herself to be half guided, half chased to the cougar's bedroom. She saw the desk at which Trish had sat naked on countless nights while they talked. The leather chair that had been soaked so many times with floods of piss and cum. The wooden floors, shiny and slightly slippery thanks to a special wax coating which Trish applied weekly to ensure that no unwanted scents or moisture got into the expensive timber. And of course, the bed. The queen sized double bed, which gave off its familiar rustling sound as Mika flung herself down upon it, identifying the plastic sheeting that covered the luxurious and no doubt expensive mattress.

"I... I've always wanted a bed I could pee in. Before I fall asleep. As soon as I wake up. W-whenever I want to, without having to even think twice about it."

The vixen's face flushed as she rolled over onto her back, excited not only by the confession, but by how she realised she was lying. Legs spread, knees bent, allowing Trish not only to see up to her panties, but through their now transparent white fabric. She watched, shaking with anticipation and nibbling on her bottom lip, as without a word the cougar lifted one leg up onto the beg and began to roll the thick woollen leg-warmer down and off over her foot. She did the other soon after, and on both occasions allowed Mika to see up her miniskirt, confirming what her earlier text had hinted at. No panties.

It was only when the cougar was nude, her plump body and neatly trimmed pussy joining Mika upon the bed, that she answered. Her voice was soft and thick with arousal, but also tinged with a note of something that the vixen recognised all too easily. Desperation. The kind that came with a full bladder, and very little confidence in ones own ability to restrain it for much longer.

"Well, you'll have your chance soon enough. My bed will always be open to you, if you want it. I... I hope after tonight, you'll want to keep meeting me in person. Maybe even staying here some nights. J-just the two of us."

As she spoke, Trish pulled off the younger woman's dress with its pee-soaked lower half. She plucked the bra from Mika's chest, groaning hungrily at the beautiful pair of modest b-cups that its departure revealed. She paused however before removing the vixen's panties.

"I can't promise I'll be able to help you with your college work. But... there are other things I can do. Ways to help you relax and unwind that we just can't do over skype."

Leaning down upon all fours, Trish kissed at each of her lover's lithe legs. She nibbled at the lower portions of her thighs, and playfully began to work her way up. All the while she kept on inhaling, sniffing loudly at the pee-scented fur. Before long she met the convergence of Mika's lower limbs, and the vixen whimpered bashfully as the cougar buried her nose into the crotch of her lover's piss and cum soaked panties.

Mika gasped as she felt something tugging, then pulling at her underwear some ten or fifteen seconds later. With a desperately happy giggle she began to squirm and gently lift her hips from the bed as she watched Trish still kneeling between her legs, now using her sharp teeth to drag the vixen's fluid-soaked and stained panties down the length of her legs.

As soon as they were off, Trish snatched them up in her hands. She pulled herself upright onto her knees, and holding the panties almost reverently between both palms, pressed her face into them once more. The vixen's eyes widened, and she tried her hardest not to laugh as she saw Trish's eyes fluttering with ecstasy.

"H-how long have you been waiting to sniff my panties, Trish?"

The cougar's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she didn't lower the underwear from her muzzle until after having drawn another deep lungful of air from it. After doing so, she tossed them aside where they landed on the floor with a rather loud, wet slap. Her eyes roamed across the adorable young body of her lover once more, and again she growled with savage desire and the desperate need of her very own bladder.

"About exactly as long as I've been waiting for this."

Crawling forward, Trish straddled Mika's body. The vixen whimpered with glee as she felt the warmth and moisture radiating from her lover's own crotch pressing down directly over hers, and craned her neck back to meet the panting, hungry lips of the much larger female lying astride her.

Again, Trish growled to her lover, her own body beginning to shake violently as she felt Mika's hands boldly exploring her flanks, from her pudgy belly all the way down to where the curve of her plump buttocks began.

"Do you have anything left?"

At first, Mika wasn't sure what Trish was asking. It didn't take long however before she considered the context of what had been happening that whole night, and giggled with delight.

"A... a little. I was still drinking just quarter of an hour before you made me... b-before I..."

Trish groaned with desire, nodding with wide, pleading eyes.

"Say it. Please... say it."

The vixen's rosy cheeks burned brighter, but she did as she'd been asked with pride and excitement.

"Before I pissed myself. Before I lost control, a-and pissed myself right there in that club, with all those people... a-and you holding me every second."

A violent shudder ran down the cougar's spine, and she moaned louder and more urgently.

"You say you have a little left? T-then... please, Mika. Do it with me again. Right here on my bed. I can't hold it any more. A-and... I want us to both feel it. For you to feel me peeing all over you, and me seeing you let go in my home... in my bed, for the first time. Not because you need to. Not because you're desperate and can't hold it. Not this time. This time, I want you to piss with me because you want to."

Mika said nothing. She just smiled up at the cougar with such an adoring, wondrously happy expression spread across her face. And then, just when Trish thought that her heart and the dam within her bladder were going to burst all at once, she saw it. The slight concentration. The flush of the cheeks that still to this day accompanied Mika betraying her body's restrictions regarding certain bodily functions. Then finally, the relaxation. The glazing of the eyes and the bashful flicker mischief upon her lips as she felt it beginning.

"O-ohh..."

Moaning with a mixture of lust and instinctive relief, the vixen felt a small, less powerful but still deliciously naughty burst of pee erupt from between her legs. It reduced to a mere trickle for a moment or two, Mika gasping with heated anticipation, only to whimper joyously as it began to increase in the rate of flow once again.

Her happy whimpering however was soon overwhelmed as she felt a fresh source of wetness beginning to cascade down over the neatly trimmed mound and swollen flesh of her pussy. Her whimpers turned to a joyous wail as she felt and saw what was happening, gazing up to see Trish's own face transformed from one of passionate and intense excitement to one of blissed-out and shamelessly joyous relief.

"Trish... t-that's it. Do it Trish, a-all over me..."

It didn't take long for Mika to realise how much she loved what was happening. She had peed on herself so many times by this stage that it was impossible to count, and thanks to Trish had been fantasising about just such a scenario as this for almost as long as they'd been sharing this secret passion. To actually experience it though, to feel the wetness and the heat of another woman's piss pouring over her crotch, her thighs, and any other furred flesh it could splash or puddle into contact with, was incredible. She could practically feel the release of Trish's desperation, understanding and relishing the intensity of that feeling all too well, within each drop and gushing wave of the cougar's pee. It was everything she had hoped for and so much more, and all of it was thanks to the woman straddling her. The woman whose bladder was emptying itself out onto her with such glorious love and tenderness.

"Don't stop. P-please. More."

Mika's hands grabbed at the cougar's buttocks, and with all the strength she could muster pushed them down as she bucked upward with her own hips. She wailed happily as the stream of Trish's piss pressed more firmly still against the already sodden fur of her own nether regions, and shuddered in pleasure as her own legs swung up and hooked around the same flesh that her hands were so eagerly enjoying. Desperately she began to hump against the cougar's pussy with her own, grinding their mounds together as Trish continued to soak her and she continued to spray intermittent droplets and little streaks of her own.

Even when this latest flood of pee had ended though, Mika didn't stop. She kept grinding, kept working her hips against Trish's own as the older woman panted and whimpered in a mixture of satisfaction and yet ever growing arousal. Beneath them the rubber sheet atop the mattress rustled as they writhed upon it, while the cotton sheets above the rubber one squished audibly, the puddles and dark staining upon what was already a substantial portion of the bed's midsection rapidly spreading as the two women's eager squirming became all the more urgent and overtly sexual.

All around them, the smell, the feel, the sight of the mess they'd made of one another and Trish's bed was everywhere. Fuelling them, driving them wild with the lust for one another that extended far beyond just their shared fetish.

"More..."

Again Mika whimpered pleadingly to her new lover. Again she stared up into the bliss-stricken and breathless face of the cougar, overwhelmed with adoration, with excitement and with an almost pained desperation to keep these powerful feelings alive within them both for as long as was physically possible.

"D-don't let me stop touching you. Don't let me s-stop loving you, Trish."

The once meek, solitary vixen half begged, half commanded her partner as they rolled over upon the sodden sheets, taking advantage of her sudden shift in position to pull her hands away from the cougar's buttocks, and instead slide them down between their writhing, grinding bodies. She probably could have gotten an entire fist into the cougar had she tried, but for now Mika settled for three fingers, plunging them without warning into her lover and letting slip her own giddy wail as Trish thrashed and roared where she lay.

"N-never, my sweet little p-puddle. I'll never let you go."

Through her lifetime, and her many years of indulging in the kind of play which had brought her and Mika together, Trish had known a lot of desperation. She had taken her body to its limits and beyond multiple times in multiple ways, and experienced extremes of sensation that to this day almost scared her with their intensity. But never... never before now, had she felt desperation like this.

The desperate, overwhelming and all consuming need, to simply be with someone else. To be around them. Close to them. Intimate with them in any and every way possible. And, to her shock and euphoria, it seemed that somehow this young beauty lying beneath her now was feeling the same way.

It was corny. It was ridiculous, but Trish didn't care. It felt as though their hearts, their very souls were full to overflowing with the sheer volume of feeling they had for one another; not just love, but emotion of a thousand different colours and flavours. Unlike with their bladders though, no matter how hard or how tempting it was to let even a single drop go, they couldn't do it. Quite the contrary in fact. Their desperation for relief at any given instant, either sexual or even urinary, was nothing compared to their desperation to keep these intense and intimate feelings they had for one another not just alive and well, but growing.

Growing, building, swelling to new and seemingly unbearable extremes with each passing moment, with absolutely no relief in sight.

By Jeeves