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This story was written for Lightweaver as part of my January Patreon request days. It contains sexual acts between consenting adults, and watersports/omorashi. :3

Rest Stop Ahead

Glaring down in frustration at the huge, now empty travel cup resting in the footwell between his hooves, Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He glanced out of the car window at the driving rain, and shuddered as he listened to the heavy wet droplets drumming against the roof above. The clydesdale stallion jumped as something touched his right hand, and gave a grunt of dismay as he very nearly lost control right there. He managed to cling onto his sanity, and his bladder's musculature, at the last second though, and pulled his mind back to reality, turning to face the smaller woman sitting beside him in the back of the car.

"You okay, Mark? You looked miles away there."

Still shuffling, almost uncontrollably so, the horse shrugged at Melanie, blushing slightly beneath his chestnut brown cheeks.

"I... uh, I'm just looking out for the next rest stop. I'm really sorry for making us stop again so soon, but... I kinda need the bathroom."

From the front seat, both the horse and the rabbit sat beside him heard a burst of laughter. They looked forward, and saw a pair of sharp lupine eyes regarding them briefly in the rear view mirror before turning his attention back to the road. Daniel had been driving all morning, since their breakfast rest stop where Mark had picked up that almost one and a half litre volume cup of ice and cola, and he had practically been counting down the seconds to this moment.

"I'm not surprised. Don't worry though, there should be a rest stop somewhere up ahead pretty soon."

Sure enough, the wolf's keen eyes soon spotted a rest stop sign indicating one just a few miles away on their side of the road. Mark spotted it too, despite the rain streaming down his side windows. He watched eagerly, desperately for each mile marker beyond that point, and soon enough saw the lights of a gas station flickering through the rain up ahead. He squeezed his legs together. He'd honestly wondered for a moment or two there if he was going to make it, but now everything was going to be...

"H-hey! Daniel, turn. Turn!"

The wolf glanced back once again, raising a curious eyebrow as he sped past the exit for the rest stop. Only then did his eyes widen, and he cursed loudly.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry, I totally didn't even see it."

Groaning as he felt the car go over a bump in the road and his bladder violently objected to the sudden jolt, the clydesdale pressed his face up against the glass of the window, staring back longingly at the rest stop now disappearing behind them into the driving rain.

"How... how could you not see it. It was right there."

Once again Melanie's hand came to rest on his, and she squeezed the much larger male's fingers within her own grasp.

"Hey, it's not that bad right. There'll be another one in... what, ten miles? If that."

Mark groaned. Ten miles? Even if they were travelling over sixty miles an hour, which the rain made pretty unlikely, that meant ten more minutes. Ten more minutes on top of the hours he'd spent with this need to building, rising inside of him to the point where he'd reached this state, forced to act like a child and beg for a chance to go to the bathroom as an unscheduled stop. He was so embarrassed. So ashamed. But... so desperate to go, that he couldn't possibly argue, or indeed do anything at that moment to take his mind off the frantic need to evacuate his bladder.

Of course, he wasn't alone in his struggle. He knew his friends wouldn't judge him for this, even if they might tease him about it a little. Melanie and Daniel were probably the coolest, most chilled out people he knew. And sure enough, it wasn't more than ten seconds before Daniel began to try and help out.

"Hey, Mel... uh, I'd do it myself if I were back there, but, you wanna try distracting him a bit? Keep his mind off things till we can get to the next rest stop?"

The bunny giggled, and leaned forward towards the front of the car where her boyfriend was seated. She whispered something to him, and he murmured something back at her. She squealed with mirth once again, and turned to Mark with a grin.

"Want me to do something that'll take your mind off your bladder?"

Instantly, with a strained whinny, the horse nodded.

"Anything!"

Melanie giggled once more.

"Anything?"

Mark gave a strained cry as without waiting for any further answer on his part, the rabbit acted. She lunged forward, seemingly having freed herself of her seatbelt at one point, and kissed him square on the lips. At the same moment, her right hand drifted immediately to his crotch, and began to knead and caress the currently soft bulge of the horse's naturally large cock where it lay visible upon the crotch of his jeans.

It took a good ten seconds for Mark's brain to kick in as he was kissed and groped at once, and another couple for him to fight the eager, giggling bunny off with a gasp as he pulled his lips from hers.

"M-Mel! What the fuck!"

To his shock though, he was the only one crying out in such dismay. The rabbit didn't seem the slightest bit apologetic as she continued to loom at him, still with one hand on his crotch as her tongue stuck out, ready to begin smooching again at the slightest provocation. Nor, in fact, did her mate. Indeed from the front seat of the car, Daniel laughed loudly, and the wolf waved a casual grey hand up as he saw Mark staring at him in horror through the rear view mirror.

"Oh, don't stress yourself, Mark. Just relax. Let Mel do her thing, and when we have the next stop, and we switch driving duties, I'll let you decide whether she's or I am the better kisser."

The shock of hearing Daniel say those words gave Melanie all the time she needed to lean in and start making out with the clydesdale male all over again. By now her hand upon his crotch was doing its just by sheer friction alone if not actual arousal, and Mark found himself moaning through one of his best friend's small, soft lips as he found himself stiffening and swelling within his tight jeans. As embarrassing and confusing as all this was to experience though, the horse could not help but accept that just as seemed to be the rabbit's plan, he certainly felt distracted. He wasn't thinking about going to the bathroom any more. Instead, he was thinking about squirming in his seat for a whole different reason, as he felt his swelling horse cock filling out down the length of his jeans' left leg.

"Ooh... Danny, he's... he's so big."

Mel moaned to her lupine boyfriend, and Daniel growled happily back, much to Mark's continued surprise.

"Just try not to get him too worked up, okay? You forget how hot you are sometimes. How much effect you can have on a man. We don't want him to cum. Not yet, anyway. We want him to..."

"Danny!"

Melanie cut her boyfriend off, but Mark pulled away from her lips and tried to push her hand away from his now aching erection as he grunted in confusion.

"What? Y-you want me to... to what?"

It was at that moment a flash of light outside the car window caught his eye. The car speeding past something in the rain. His eyes widened. He groaned in anguish.

A rest stop. They had just passed another rest stop. And that was when he felt it. Another hand upon him, not reaching out to grab at his cock, but pressing its palm flat against his firm, lean stomach. It pushed down, applying just the slightest pressure, but in the exact right spot. The stallion wailed in anguish as he felt his bladder being compressed, and the need to go which had been pushed briefly to the back of his mind was suddenly front and centre once more. He stared up, horrified, into Melanie's grinning face as she huffed and panted in apparent excitement, and watched as the rabbit left her own seat of the car entirely, and moved to straddle him where he sat, still restrained by his seatbelt, and the paralysing need to act on his urge to urinate.

"E-ever since you told us that story... that night you got drunk, and admitted to us what you did outside the concert, with that guy from the band..."

Her hands pressed down a little more firmly on his belly, and as Mark groaned in horror, Melanie seemed to writhe in apparent delight.

"...we leaned something. What you told us? The story? We didn't find it embarrassing. We didn't find it humiliating. We... we thought it was hot. And, since then? We've fooled around with stuff like that. Playing together, in our room... in the shower or bath. Even outside, once or twice. But... all the time, every time we played with it, we were always thinking about you. About how it must be not to be in control of it. To be truly out of control, and feel the excitement as that power to control your own bladder is stripped away from you."

Before Mark could say a word in response, before he could react in any way to Melanie's revelation, the rabbit's face seemed to soften. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes getting wider, and wider, and a sound escaping her lips somewhere between a bashful whimper, and a near orgasmic moan of lust.

Then he felt it. Warmth. Wetness. Spreading out from the crotch resting upon his, from within the trousers seated upon his own swollen, stretched out jeans.

"Oh god, Mel..."

From the driver's seat, Daniel knew what his lover was doing, and he growled in desire as she did so. She was wetting herself. Pissing through her underwear, through her jeans, onto Mark. And as she did so, she was looking right at the clydesdale, her eyes wide open, and honest to a fault in just how excited she was... not to mention how relieved.

"L-let go, Mark. It... it feels so good. Stop fighting. Stop holding back, a-and just... let go."

Mark stared at the rabbit as she soaked her jeans with her own urine, the overflow dripping out onto his own trousers as the saturated material could handle no more. He looked out of the window one last time at the driving rain, and saw a sign. A sign flashing past in the gloomy wetness.

Rest Stop Ahead: 18 Miles

He looked back at the bunny. He raised his hands from his sides, and wrapped them around her. He pulled her close, groaning happily as he felt her warm, sodden crotch grinding against his, and stopped resisting.

His cock twitched.

He gasped. He felt his face burning scarlet beneath its chestnut fur, and then... then he felt it. Heard it. The audible sound of himself letting go, and a mere trickle of hot urine escaping the tip of his almost fully erect cock.

He stopped it almost immediately, whinnying in horrified embarrassment, but by then it was too late. The seal was broken. The need, already unbearable, now utterly irresistible. He clutched tighter at Melanie, and she held him in return. One of her hands caressed his head. His hair. The other meanwhile rested at the tip of his cock, waiting, poised to feel the flood when finally it began. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose, and whispered tenderly to him as once and for all, Mark surrendered all restraint and control over his bladder's release.

"S-so hot... oh god, let me feel it."

And as the flood was released, and Mark felt the inside leg of his jeans being soaked whilst hot trickles of piss dripped from the tufted fur around his ankle, her moans grew louder. Her groping more delirious and delighted as she felt the wetness upon her hand, and soaking the fabric of his own trousers just as they had hers. She kissed all over Mark's flushed red face, and moaned to him with a passionate hunger, over and over again as a puddle began to form in the passenger footwell behind her.

"Let it all out. Yes. Oh, y-yes. So good. I... I can't wait to have your cock inside me. To see it inside Daniel's ass. A-and then... oh, oh, please, Mark... to watch you piss on him. To be able to piss all over your cock myself. Yes. Yes, o-oh... god..."

The stallion didn't know where his friends had gotten all these ideas, whether they had always been so kinky, or if this particular one was truly the single discovery they'd made to spice up their relationship. But in that moment, he didn't really care. All he could think about as he emptied his bladder through his still thick, swollen cock, was the other side of what Melanie was saying. The rabbit's words about her and Daniel wanting to be with him.

He moaned, thinking back to that night at the concert. To the part of the story he hadn't told his friends, about what happened after he and the band member had pissed themselves in front of one another.

It seemed, for whatever reason, that losing control of his bladder was Mark's lucky charm. An instant pass to wild sex with people he had never imagined having the chance to sleep with. And... though he still felt humiliated as he felt his jeans getting wetter and wetter as he even now continued to drain his body of that vast cup of soda, he was excited by the idea, too. Excited by the idea of uncontrollably wetting himself again in the future, and seeing if it would turn others like his on, as much as it was now beginning to arouse and excite him.

By Jeeves

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