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This story was written for Lightweaver. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults as well as themes of watersports and omorashi play throughout. :3 The image attached from which this story sprang forth was drawn by Chewycuticle on Furaffinity, and was posted with kind permission.

One Too Many

As Mark returned from the bar with a tray holding drinks for himself and his friends, they were whispering to one another. The clydesdale stallion raised an eyebrow, smirking as he slipped into the booth across from them and set their drinks down before reaching for his own.

"What are you two plotting?"

Daniel just smirked, but Melanie giggled gleefully. The wolf and rabbit leaned against each other affectionately, near-side hands obviously interlaced with one another beneath the table, and both gave the stallion the most cheesy, obviously mischievous grin they could muster. At the same time, in perfect unison, they spoke in a sing-song voice.

"Nooooothing..."

The horse just chuckled, rolling his eyes and taking a first long sip from the pint of beer before him. His friends however said nothing more, they just watched him drink. Watched with an almost unnatural degree of focus as the cool, condensation laden glass was tipped up and the clydesdale's throat visibly moved as he took a couple of longer, deeper gulps. By the time he set his beer back down though the pair were simply smiling once more, no longer so intent and fevered in their focus. Daniel picked up his rum and coke, Melanie grabbed her scotch, and as the trio of friends began to chat and converse about all manner of topics, nothing more was said or revealed about any potential plotting that the couple may have been doing.

They kept on watching Mark though. Especially whenever he took a drink.

It was only about forty minutes later, the trio not rushing to finish their drinks and certainly not doing so with the intent of getting drunk, that Mark noticed Melanie elbow her lover as he set down his now empty pint glass. Immediately the wolf leaned forward, gulping down the very last of his own drink and fixing the equine male's gaze with his own. He grinned, eyes wide and twinkling with mischief.

"Hey, wanna do something to make this evening a little more fun? Just a little challenge while we sit here and chat."

Mark smiled. He knew the kind of people that his friends were. Always up for a game. A joke. Unabashed in their desire for fun and entertainment, and utterly without restraint in such matters. Yet they'd never go too far. At least, not in a way that they knew they both, and quite often him as well, wouldn't enjoy. Thus, he found himself more intrigued than nervous. He looked from Daniel to Melanie, the bunny visibly bouncing in her seat in giddy anticipation, then back to the wolf once more.

"Go on. What's the idea?"

Daniel shook his head however, and rose to his feet.

"Nope. Not gonna tell you yet. I'm gonna go grab us another round first. I'll leave it to Mel to explain, since I think she might explode if she doesn't get to."

A gasp of air escaped the rabbit as though she had been holding her breath without even realising it, and as Melanie began to giggle and nod gleefully, she barely waited for her partner to slide out of the booth before scooting over to sit directly across from the much taller stallion and reaching out to grab both of his hands with hers.

"We... um... we want you to drink."

She was trembling, visibly and physically trembling as she spoke; so overwhelmed with excitement that words alone couldn't convey the extent of that feeling. Mark blushed slightly at the rather intimate stroking of the rabbit's fingers across his larger hands, but chuckled as he looked around the rather busy bar.

"Well, I mean, that is kinda the idea, right? Not much of a challenge, I've gotta say."

Melanie giggled once more, shaking her head with a gleeful whimper.

"No. Not just... like, drinking. I mean we want you to drink. Like... w-well... remember that car ride we took?"

The clydesdale's eyes went wide. His face flushed crimson. Of course he remembered. How could he not remember that car ride. That day. It had been an important one for a number of reasons. It was the first time that he, Daniel and Melanie had crossed the boundaries of friendship and sexual intimacy together. It was the day when their friendship had become deeper and closer than he had ever known it was possible for such a friendship to grow. And... to this day it had been one of the most exciting, and yet undeniably humiliating days of his entire life.

So yeah. He remembered.

He nodded slowly, his head turning and eyes darting first around the crowded bar in general, then towards where Daniel was currently being served in particular. His gaze returned to the blushing and beaming rabbit soon after though.

"O-of course I remember. But... w-what does that have to do with..."

Before he could finish even asking that question, Daniel returned. He was walking slowly, and it soon before clear why as the rabbit and horse looked up together, still clutching at each other's hands. Daniel slowly set down the tray he was holding, and grinned as a deep, desperate whinny of dismay escaped the clydesdale stallion. Upon the tray, beside another rum and coke and another scotch, were pint glasses. Four empty, but one full, and each marked with a number upon their side in marker pen.

Melanie giggled, gently thumping her lover on the arm with a playful fist as he sat down.

"Oh my god Danny, you can't just write on the glassware!"

The wolf smirked, shaking his head even as he reached out, grabbed his own drink and took a quick, audibly slurping sip.

"Don't worry, it's not permanent. Besides, you know I know the owner here. That's why we chose this place for..."

His voice trailed off, eyes glancing back and forth between bunny and horse.

"...you've told him right?"

Melanie nodded, then bit down on her bottom lip as she gasped softly.

"Well, um, I started to. I didn't quite finish though."

She turned back to face the horse, one hand leaving his only to be replaced by one belonging to the wolf, now all three of them reaching out and making contact alongside that laden tray of beer glasses. The horse shuddered at the equally fond and intimate contact from Daniel, but said nothing, just watching and listening in embarrassed excitement as Melanie revealed exactly what it was that they had obviously been plotting not just tonight, but for some time now.

"It's simple really. You just... have to drink. Five pints. Beer ideally, but we're totally happy for you to change to cider, even a soda if it helps. And... well, until you do... you have to agree to something. Just one rule."

The horse blushed brighter and brighter still. He could already imagine what the rule was going to be. What playful torment the pair were planning to inflict upon him, or rather hoping that by agreeing Mark would inflict upon himself. And, though he had absolutely no good reason to do so, they were right.

He swallowed, shuddered as he reached out and picked up that first pint glass full of beer, and began to drink after murmuring a few bashful, eager words.

"W-what's the rule? Tell me..."

The rabbit and the wolf looked at one another with a mixture of glee and an undeniable quantity of lustful excitement, then back to the horse with much the same expression. Daniel gave a toothy grin, but left it to Melanie to finally let the full impact of the challenge sink in.

"If you go to the restroom, or leave the bar at all before you've filled and finished all five pints... you lose."

A soft whinny escaped Mark's muzzle, and he shivered visibly before his friends.

"A-and... what happens if I lose?"

Melanie let a low moan slip through her own lips at that moment, and blushed as Daniel chuckled, leaning over to peck her on the side of the face, head rising slightly further up so that he could nuzzle into her lush blonde hair.

"You'll see."

The horse shuddered again, and swallowed thickly as he glanced down at all those glasses, thinking of the pint he had already downed and suddenly aware that somewhere, deep at the back of his conscious mind, there was an already minor urge to use the restroom.

"A-and... if I win?"

Melanie giggled louder, and Daniel spoke up this time with a teasing growl of his own as he echoed his companion's words.

"You'll see."

Mark stared at his two friends, then at the pint glass before him. He slipped his hands free from theirs once more, and placed one of them upon the glass. He lifted it. He took a sip, and as he set it back down, his free remaining hand reached oh so briefly beneath the booth to adjust the crotch of his jeans and the slight swelling that had begun within. His misdirection with the beer however didn't fool either of his friends, and Melanie gave a giddy squeal even as Daniel growled in approval. Thus already red in the face and with his hand shaking as it held the glass to his lips, Mark really had no choice but to say what it was that his body had already betrayed.

"O-okay. Let's... let's do it. Challenge accepted."

***********

The first pint, or rather the first of the five for the challenge, went down easily. Mark drank it somewhat quicker than his first, hoping that the quicker he finished the challenge the less time his body would have to do what Daniel and Melanie were clearly hoping it would do to him. Nevertheless by the time the last dregs of that second glass of the night slipped down his throat, there was a more definitive sensation plucking and tickling at the back of the clydesdale's mind. A warning from his body that things were beginning to happen, and that his cock, half-hard as it was and outlined against the fabric of his jeans thankfully hidden beneath the booth, was going to be needed for matters other than physical arousal before too long.

Nevertheless, such things were only occupying a portion of the horse's thoughts at that moment in time. Engaged as he may have been in this challenge on his friends' behalf, he was still also hanging out with them, and all too glad to be doing so. They continued to talk to one another. To chat and laugh and just hang out, and it was only when Mark's pint was entirely drained that the wolf and rabbit began to tease him more insistently once again.

"W-would... would one of you guys mind going up a-and getting me my next pint?"

Blushing and very intensely aware of his own state of semi-arousal, a situation which he couldn't deny would still be exceptionally prominent given his anatomy's rather substantial size, Mark stared pleadingly at the pair sitting across from him. They knew why he was asking. Of course they knew. But, he still expected the question which did indeed inevitably follow.

Daniel grinned, leaning back in his chair and cocking a playful eyebrow as he spoke perhaps a little louder than was necessary even in the bustling atmosphere of the bar.

"Oh? Feeling lazy? Or is there a particular reason you don't feel like standing up right now?"

Mark's face burned scarlet beneath his pale chestnut coat, but before he could even attempt to form any kind of coherent and perhaps cover-providing response for anyone who may have been listening in, all his brain-power was suddenly and briefly taken up in an immediate, desperate effort to keep the clydesdale from tossing back his head and whinnying in pleasure. Across the table from him, Melanie calmly sipped on her scotch, and even as she set it down again she began to hum to herself and look around the bar with an innocence that by its very nature betrayed her guilt. Beneath it, hidden away in the shadows of their booth, one of her feet was now stretched out and across to rest upon the chair between Mark's own legs. Her toes were stretched out as far as they could reach, and were now busily wriggling and rubbing at the definitively swollen, now actively stimulated length barely contained by the stallion's jeans.

"M-Mel... please..."

Mark tried to keep his voice steady. Tried not to moan. Not to whimper as the rabbit's toes delightedly teased his now rapidly stiffening arousal. He could feel his cock throbbing. His body becoming increasingly sensitive to all the sensations of arousal and embarrassment surging through him in that moment, and at the same time, even as the rabbit's boyfriend chuckled and rose from his own chair to grab Mark his third pint of the night, the stallion could feel amidst all that arousal and excitement his bladder give that first aching twinge. That first almost vocal cry inside his mind, prodding him every bit as firmly as Melanie's footpaw and letting its presence, and its swelling content, be known.

***********

Thankfully when Daniel returned with the second pint of the five, Melanie ceased her stimulation of the stallion's shaft with her surprisingly dextrous footpaw. Less fortunately of course, by the time Mark was done drinking that pint another half hour or so later, there was a good reason that he had slowed in the pace of his drinking. He shivered, and the now constant glow beneath his cheeks intensified as he found himself drifting back into the conversation which the other two were half way through. Melanie soon noticed his distraction, and both she and her lover grinned in full knowledge of why he was starting to let his attention stray.

"Need to go, huh?"

They were all starting to get a little tipsy by this point. Mark may have been slowing down in his drinking but his friends hadn't, and were probably a drink each ahead of him at the very least by this point. Nevertheless, no matter how quietly and calmly the rabbit had asked her question, she was met by a flurry of the loudest and tipsiest shushing possible. Daniel snorted with laughter from beside her as several heads turned towards the source of the shushing and the stallion's flailing nervous arms, but even as Mark leaned in close and conspiratorially towards his friends it was with a shake of his head.

Still though, when his muzzle opened, the answer that came out was fairly obvious.

"I... a l-little bit, yeah. Y'know. If... uhh... if you guys wanted, if y-you felt like it... to keep from, y'know... having me embarrass you here? You could just call off the challenge. And, y'know. I'd go use the..."

His voice trailed off as he shuddered visibly, an audible groan slipping from his muzzle as his bladder gave him another sharp reminder of what it desired. He looked at Melanie, pleading and hopeful all at once as she seemed to consider the prospect. He looked to Daniel, like himself only more curiously than desperately looking at the rabbit too. The two men's eyes fell upon the rabbit, and as she considered the alternatives with deliberate slowness Daniel nuzzled up against the side of her neck, nipping and kissing at her with gentle affectionate rumbles.

Melanie turned towards her lover, giggled, and kissed him on the tip of the muzzle. They began to smooch more purposefully after that. Urgently, even. And by the time their kissing came to a natural conclusion after about thirty seconds of their tender back and forth, the now slightly flushed and panting bunny looked back to Mark with playful confusion crossing her face.

"Sorry, what was it you were asking?"

The horse whinnied in dismay, repeating himself more frantically, even a little more loudly than before.

"I was just saying you could call of the challenge. L-like... if you wanted to. So I d-didn't... don't have to..."

This time he wasn't cut off by his own embarrassment, but by a near immediate snort of laughter from Melanie. The rabbit rose to her feet, padded around the side of the booth, crawled on her knees into Mark's side and flung her arms around his neck, pressing the horse's face into her dark coloured top and between the curve of her breasts.

"Oh, Mark, sweetie..."

She giggled as she cuddled him, the scent of scotch upon her breath making the stallion wish he'd picked something, anything to drink that night other than beer.

"...not a chance. Now, wait here, and I'll get you your fourth. No... wait. Sorry. Just your third. Three more to go, Mark. Almost half way there."

***********

Pint three of five was hell.

Sweet, intoxicatingly pleasant hell.

By the time he was half way through it, the tipsiness hit Mark hard. This made it easier to deal with the embarrassment, the humiliating knowledge of how bad he needed to use the restroom and how obviously Daniel and Melanie were enjoying watching him writhe and squirm and groan in his seat, but harder too. Harder because the tipsier he became the more difficult it was to stay focused. And right now Mark was becoming intensely aware that without focus, he could end up not just failing this challenge, but making a very, very large puddle on the floor of the booth.

The horse whinnied under his breath as he gulped down another mouthful. Then another. He was trapped between wanting to go faster, to bring this challenge to a close, but now locked into a duel with his body's own awareness of how saturated with fluids it in general and particular organs more specifically now were. Between almost every gulp though, especially at the points where he had to take a break just to assure himself that he wasn't going to lose control, he found himself whimpering and pleading more and more urgently with his drunken friends.

"Guys. C'mon... w-we... we've had our fun. But, you can let me out of the challenge now. You know that, right? You've won."

Sometimes they barely acknowledged him, chatting to the horse as though he hadn't said a word, talking and smooching and cuddling with each other as they moved from their rum and cokes and scotches to shots. Other times they just laughed, and others still, perhaps most frustratingly, one or both of them shook their heads.

"Nah, you're still going! You've got this!"

"Yeah. We believe in you! Besides... it's so cute watching you wriggle like that!"

Perhaps the worst thing of all about what Mark found himself feeling in those moments of agonised desperation wasn't being teased by his friends. It wasn't the actual physical frustration of holding his urgently full bladder back. It wasn't even the embarrassment of watching the bar's patrons mill around him, that number admittedly beginning to slowly dwindle as the night progressed onward and people moved to clubs and other, more night-life heavy bars.

The worst thing was feeling his cock throb each time he thought about how badly he needed to go. The worst thing was knowing that even if he was granted the freedom to rush to the restroom and relieve his bladder, he would have to expose his achingly hard cock to the majority of the bar in order to do so, and the mere thought of that was only making it harder. And the worst thing of all, the worst of the worst, was the part of Mark who didn't want to be given permission.

The part of Mark that was waiting, hoping, for him to fail, and relishing every moment of desperate anguish he endured as his cock twitched and his bladder ached with their shared though differing need for release.

***********

For a brief few moments during pint number four of the five, the fifth overall which Mark had drunk since last he emptied his bladder, the horse thought he might actually make it. His pace had slowed down to such an extent already that the bar was mostly empty as that pint too neared emptiness. The sole bartender and owner was stacking chairs around them, and in a tottering daze Mark allowed himself to be guided to the bar itself and to a row of stools upon which he sat, Melanie to his left and Daniel to his right.

He giggled, and murmured in a drunken sing-song as he watched the wolf lining up his empty glasses along the bar in front of him.

"Mmh... and here I am, stuck in the middle with you!"

Those moments of respite and confidence were rare though. They didn't last, and when they faltered and finally came to an abrupt and near permanent end, it was the beginning of a whole new level of horror for the desperate, shamefully unprepared horse.

Mark's begging grew more frantic and frequent, his pleading gasps uttered as he abandoned his bar stool and began to pace, unable to remain still with the aching of his bladder growing as intense as it now was. Worse yet, the more he begged the less that Melanie and Daniel seemed to respond in any way even remotely approaching pity or understanding. They outright giggled and shook their heads when he asked to be released from his challenge, and though at no point did they make any effort to suggest that anything physical or indeed of consequence was keeping the clydesdale stallion from simply ending it himself, Mark reacted as though not just honour bound, but actively and physically constrained by the standing challenge before him.

With whinnies and moans of dismay he sipped down the last few drops of that second to last pint, shuddering as he watched Daniel hop over the bar and begin to pour the last himself, the wolf grinning and staring at him as the gurgling rush of the pint being poured only served to further intensify Mark's desperate need to go.

And it was then, as the fifth and final pint of Mark's challenge was set down close by him upon the bar, the other five glasses he'd consumed that night still lined up tauntingly before him, that all three of them began to lose control.

***********

"O-ohhh... you need to go so bad, d-don't you, Mark?"

Melanie was removing her underwear as she addressed the horse, the rabbit's toes curling as she tossed her panties over the bar and reached down beneath the fabric of her skirt, two fingers teasing their way across her pussy's soft furred surroundings before dipping into the glistening pink flesh. The stallion stared at her in dismay, in embarrassment and excitement all rolled into one. He watched as she stretched out one of her legs and her bare feet, and in his drunken daze actively grasped at it, not just allowing her but aiding Melanie in her efforts to rub at his still rock hard and trapped cock with her toes. She moaned louder as he joined her in grunts and gasps of pleasure, and began to grind more vigorously at her own swollen clit.

Close by, still standing and leaning over the bar where he had moved to pour Mark's last pint, her lover was jerking off. Daniel growled as his cock poked free from the now open front of his own trousers, glad of the bar to support him as he humped at his free hand with wild, passionate strokes. Even the bartender, a relative stranger to Mark, was getting in on the act from where he was sat at one of the nearby tables, rubbing at the tented front of his black slacks with seemingly little intention of freeing his cock despite the already visible and glistening wet spot upon the front of his lower garments.

"Please. Please M-Mel... I... ohh, I'm gonna... I can't wait. Please j-just let me go. T-the restroom's right there..."

The bar was filled with the clopping sound of Mark's heavy hooves upon the wooden floor as he paced, as he practically danced where he stood, hopping back and forth with a face burning crimson beneath his chestnut coat as he watched the three figures around him losing control at the sight of his desperation. He cried out louder and louder as even now Melanie giggled and moaned and shook her head, not saying a word in response to his pleas, just sitting there on her stool and rubbing her pussy as she stared at him with eyes heavy with drunkenness and arousal in equal abundance.

He turned, whirling around to face the bar and his other friend behind it. He set eyes upon the glass resting between them. The full pint of amber liquid still frothing and with its bubbly head resting perfectly atop the glass. For a brief moment or two Daniel took his hand off his cock, leaving the thick and knotted length throbbing beneath the bar as he used that hand to gently, coaxingly push the pint towards Mark.

"Go on, Mark. You can do it. Just a few gulps. A few more sips, and you'll be able to say you've won."

In that moment, for some bizarre and unfathomable reason, the wolf's words made even the slightest scrap of sense to Mark. Thus he found himself reaching out, cheeks burning brighter than ever as just seeing him do so drew a shriek of intense lust from the rabbit. He took up the glass. He raised it to his lips, hand trembling, everything trembling, and took a sip. Just one single sip more of liquid.

As soon as he had done so though, eyes bulging and head beginning to shake, he knew it had been a mistake. He felt the frothing bubbling beer resting upon his tongue. He felt the moisture. The wetness of the alcoholic liquid taunting him with its presence like it was its own living entity. He tried to set the glass down, but it landed heavily as it slipped from his fingers an inch or so above the bar, not toppling but splashing a good inch or so of the pint's content out onto the edge of the wood. Mark watched as it trickled over the edge and began to rain down, dripping and flooding to the floor in trickles and tiny streams.

"I..."

He shook his head again, harder still, and looked from Melanie to Daniel with horrified sorrow.

"I... I'm s-sorry, I... I give up! I c-can't... I... I just... o-oohhh god, I... h-have to..."

Spinning upon the spot, intending to lurch forward and make a dash for the restroom even as he felt his bladder beginning to finally give in and start to loosen the tight mental and physical knots he had spent the past hours tying in it, Mark's own drunken body betrayed him. He overshot, and as he lurched he did so more sideways than straight ahead. He teetered. He flailed and windmilled his arms, and he toppled to the floor between his own bar stool and the rabbit sitting, masturbating hungrily beside him.

And it was that fall, the shock of his balance being lost and the impact of his ass landing upon the bar's floor, which sealed Mark's humiliation.

He stared down at his crotch. Still mostly hard, the outline of his equine member obvious within the fabric of his leans. He moaned in a mixture of dismay and abject, blissful relief, and shuddered with all of his body as a small dark spot appeared in the denim fabric just beyond the tip of his thickened cock.

"Oohh n-no... please, I... n-nhh... nnhhhh-hhha-aaahhhh..."

His hands clutched into fists as he looked up briefly, just long enough to see Melanie staring down at him in transfixed lust, pulling one breast free from her top and shamelessly teasing at her own nipple alongside her continued masturbation as the horse began to wet himself. He heard Daniel snarl in pleasure, and a moan from the bartender nearby. After that though the others' pleasure, their feelings of any kind for that matter were lost to him.

He couldn't sense anything beyond himself. Wasn't aware, wasn't able to even begin to conceive of other people, others' situations in those following seconds, as those first few shameful trickles began to grow. He whinnied. Whimpered in shame, and stared down at his own crotch as the wet spot grew and an audible rushing of liquid accompanied the sudden growth and spread of that spot. He watched as his own urine began to dribble and drip down from where he was kneeling, falling and now beginning to pool upon the bar floor beneath him as he let loose his bladder. As he wet himself.

Mark was so embarrassed. So humiliated. And yet, even as he flooded his underwear, his trousers and the bar itself with his piss, wetting himself before both close friends and a near absolute stranger too, his breath was ragged and heavy with arousal. His cock, occupied as it was emptying his bladder, was still half hard and throbbing hungrily at this sudden acceleration of what a small part of the stallion's subconscious had been promising him all night long, assisted of course by Mark's dear friends.

And it was then, as he was staring off into space and shuddering, moaning in lustful embarrassment as he wet his pants, he heard a long, frantic moan from close by.

"He's doing it, Danny. He... o-ohh, baby... he's really... oh yes. Soak y-your... your pants, Mark. Oh god. Don't stop. K-keep... so much. Oh god, there's so... Danny, I... h-he's making me... I'm... Yes!"

A bare foot swung out just a short distance away from the stallion's open mouthed and glazed-eyed face, toes pointed and flexing, curling, trembling as a brief patter of yet more liquids lashing the firm floor of the bar rang out close by. If Mark could have he would have blushed deeper still as Melanie's obvious orgasmic shriek echoed around the empty bar, soon followed by a wolf's howl and a moan of pleasure from the otter bartender too. He was helpless to do so though. Helpless to do anything really, other than kneel there, pant, whinny, and continue to release his bladder as an entire night's worth of beer came flooding out all at once, the quantity utterly obscene and showing just how insanely Mark had managed to hold on as more of his jeans were darkened and the puddle beneath him grew and grew.

The three watchers around him had all started cumming after he began to wet himself, but were all spent long before he was done. For almost a solid minute Mark wet himself, unable at any point in that time to consider holding on and at least seeking to make it to the bathroom for a portion of his relief. His body had waited long enough, and now it would wait no longer. Besides, even if Mark had tried to get up in his drunken state there was no indication whatsoever that he would have succeeded.

Even in the wake of his wetting, as he found himself blinking his way out of his shameful stupor only to realise that his bladder was no longer evacuating its content, he didn't move from the floor. Indeed he slumped back against the bar with a whinny of relief, and it was only when he felt a figure slide down to join him upon the floor that his eyes focused on anything in the room other than the sight of the puddle surrounding him and the vast wet spot which covered most of the upper right side of his jeans' leg.

He looked to his right, and saw Melanie resting beside him, hunched over with knees drawn to her chest but still resting upon her feet. She was red in the face. Blushing, and swaying slightly even as she knelt down in her own rather tipsy state. Her breasts were both hanging free from her dark top now, and skirt was bunched up around her waist from her earlier fumblings, allowing Mark to observe the wetness between her legs without any trouble. Her furred footpaws were standing in the puddle of Mark's piss, and even as he shuddered and blushed in continued embarrassment for putting his friend in this situation, he watched her toes beginning to wriggle and drum downward, splish-splashing playfully in the shallow and pale yellow wetness.

The rabbit reached out, stroked one of his cheeks, and giggled.

"C'mon. Our friend here has a spare pair of pants for you..."

She gestured, and as Mark looked up he saw the bartender grinning down at him from close by, holding a pair of jeans that looked several sizes too small, but at least weren't stained with urine. At the same time the horse couldn't help but notice the bartender's own pants, still rather tented by his seemingly lingering arousal and with their own large... though not nearly as large as his own... glistening dark spot on the front.

"...and we have a hotel room booked across the street. A nice, quiet place. Perfect for sleeping off a nice buzz."

The horse felt a hand slip into his own, and soon was being guided back to his feet. He didn't question why his friends had booked a hotel room in advance of all this. He didn't think about how much of this needed to be planned in advance to ensure that he and indeed they too didn't end up in big trouble with some bar owner who wouldn't take kindly to such actions going on in their establishment. He didn't really think about anything. He just stood there, blushing and shivering as Melanie and Daniel helped him change out of his sodden and piss-scented jeans, and then allowed himself to be led out of the bar. Across the road, and up to a rather warm, cosy hotel suite with two adjoining bedrooms.

The rabbit and wolf took good care of him. They stripped him down, rinsed him off in the areas where scent might linger if allowed to remain, and sent him straight to bed with a glass of water.

He gulped it down, oddly thirsty for simple water, and then...

Then nothing.

He was asleep almost before his head hit the pillows, and beyond that the horse was aware of nothing for a great many hours.

He was able to rest, to relax at long last. No challenges. No restraints. No need to hold anything back.

***********

"Oh, Mark..."

The first thing the horse was aware of the following morning was a soft giggle of his name. The next thing was bright light as his eyes began to flutter open, the clydesdale wincing and groaning, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow beneath him.

And it was then, as he moved, that he felt the third and suddenly most prominent thing.

Wetness.

He rolled back over, and sat bolt upright with a whinny of embarrassment and disbelief. He looked around, and sure enough there was Melanie. Standing by the bed, stark naked, and blushing, one hand over her mouth to hold back laughter and perhaps to disguise the extent of her beaming smile as she looked at the state of the horse's bedding.

It was wet. Visibly wet not just with a few dots, but the white sheets soaked through with a sizeable patch of familiarly scented wetness.

"We should have thought... all that beer, the last couple probably still making their way through. And that big glass of water too..."

Another voice murmured from somewhat further away, and the red faced, humiliated horse looked towards the adjoining bedroom door in time to see the equally naked form of Daniel wandering past, gathering what appeared to be clean sheets together and soon bringing them through into the horse's room. Rather than asking Mark to stand up though, rather than encouraging him to get out of the bed he had obviously wet overnight, the wolf simply set the bedding down in a pile upon the hotel room's set of drawers. He stood there, naked and smiling, as his lover giggled and crawled up onto the wet bed with Mark. He looked right into the eyes of the horse staring in humiliation and confusion back at him, and licked his lips as Mark's head was grabbed in both hands by Melanie, turned to face towards her, and kissed fondly upon the tip of his blushing snout.

"I wish we'd been here to see it."

The rabbit whispered. Whimpered happily as she kissed Mark again, and again.

"I've felt it before. Lying with Danny. Holding him. Feeling his body trembling as in his sleep he lets go. Feeling the flood wash out across my thighs as I lie on top of him. I... I wish I could have shared that with you. Held your cock as it drained you dry. Watched your peaceful face relax as you let it all go free."

As she spoke the rabbit was still kissing Mark. Kissing him and indeed shuffling closer to him. Not just climbing up onto the bed to be with him, but climbing into the bed. Beneath the sheets, dampened in patches as they may have been, as the blushing and stunned horse could only sit there and watch what she was doing in bashful but undeniably eager desire.

"Last night... y-you looked so... a-as you... when you..."

The more she said, the more it was obvious that Melanie was turned on. Majorly, intensely turned on by everything she was talking about. Of course this wasn't a revelation to Mark. He had seen this side of her before. But despite that fact, he was still stunned, still overwhelmed every time that it happened. Every time she and Daniel took it upon themselves to wind him around their fingers, and every time he found that beneath his humiliation and confusion and nervousness, he loved it. Craved it.

Even now, he was getting hard. Blushing and whinnying as he looked over and saw that Daniel was too, stroking a growing erection as he moved away from the door to the opposite room and towards the bed upon which Mark lay with the rabbit now straddling his rapidly hardening cock.

"You're still wet. O-oh... god..."

Melanie grunted in desperate excitement as she reached down and ran her hands through the short, coarse fur upon Mark's crotch and thighs. Damp with urine only a little more stale than that she had paddled in so gleefully the night before. She brought those fingers to the stallion's face, his nose wrinkling and his cheeks burning brighter and brighter as he inhaled that strong, ever so slightly acrid scent. He knew he shouldn't have, but the more times he smelled it, the more times he inhaled that scent just after some humiliating incident and just before some enthralling act of passion, the less he disliked it. The more he found it... desirable even in its slightly pungent aroma.

Though the rabbit rubbed her crotch along the length of his now erect and throbbing equine cock, Mark gasped as she vanished entirely beneath the sheets, pushing him back down to lie and wait as she shuffled and moaned and whimpered hidden away in the dark and surrounded by the scent of his urine stained sheets. By the time he felt her mouth kiss at the very tip of his cock, and one of her hands encircling the shaft with slow, firm strokes, Daniel was lying next to him on the bed. The wolf was on his side, stroking his cock, and suddenly taking over his lover's duty in kissing Mark. Nuzzling at him and growling in longing, sounds of lust and affection which the horse returned in his own way.

"If it wasn't for you, Mark... telling us about that time after the gig... t-the things that happened to you because of it... Mel and I might never have found the courage to tell each other about our feelings on that subject. I know we've told you before, but... d-do... do you have any idea how much happier we've been since then? We loved each other before. Of course we did. But... n-now... every second we spend together, it's not just happiness. It's not just love and romance and friendship. It's... electric. We could jump at each other at any second. Whisper just a few words and drive each other crazy. It's... it's insane. It's incredible. And you did this. You did this to us."

The stallion could only gurgle in pleasure at that point, shuddering and huffing as he felt a hot, eager mouth close around the first couple of inches of his cock and not one but a pair of trembling hands begin to fondle its shaft and the heavy, swollen balls beneath. He returned Daniel's kisses eagerly, reaching out to stroke the wolf's cheeks, to tousle his hair as they made out more and more hungrily, then run his hands all over the body exposed to him as Daniel was lured forward by his continued touch until finally Mark couldn't resist asking for what he was almost certain was being offered.

He looked into the wolf's eyes. He groaned. Shuddered. And without a word, without a single spoken plea being required, Daniel shuffled up, straddled Mark's broad chest, and presented his rock hard and twitching cock to the clydesdale's open, gasping muzzle.

"Ah. Ahh. G-god... Mark. You're amazing."

The wolf growled as his cock was swallowed up by the horse's long and eager mouth, Mark going to work with all the skill and passion he could muster, both in abundance. He could no longer respond of course, just gurgling happily around Daniel's throbbing erection as the pleasure of Melanie's mouth on his cock in turn drove him wild, but that was okay. He didn't have anything to get across to his friends that needed words. Not right now, at least.

The sounds of sex; of people moaning, of the bed creaking, of bodies including his own lost in pleasure filled the stallion's head. He whinnied and huffed, and at the same time as the scent of sex, of both male and female arousal reached his nose, so too did the lingering scent of his accident. Reminding him not just of the humiliation that his friends were so eager to not overlook but embrace just now, but of the night before too. Of how horny, how wild his losing control had driven both of his lovers. And indeed the more he thought about it, the more he re-lived those moments in his mind without the desperation of his own bladder's wordless begging screaming at impossible levels to every last fraction of his conscious mind, the more wild those memories drove him too.

It wasn't just him having wet himself that was so intoxicatingly pleasant, not to himself or indeed to those moaning against and around his body now. It was the build up to those moments. To those shameful, embarrassing acts. And it was being driven to them... pushed and teased and eagerly encouraged, by his friends. The same friends now rewarding him for his tribulations, no matter how much he too delighted in thoughts of them in hindsight.

But even with that knowledge, even knowing what had driven the desire and the anticipation and the embarrassment of the prior night, alcohol aside, it didn't diminish the excitement which Mark felt now. Just as it didn't seem to have diminished the lust and eagerness of his friends, proving their continued longing for him oh so viscerally right now. Extremes like those he had faced last night, being forced and teased into waiting and waiting and waiting to such a desperate and uncontrolled state, couldn't be faked. Couldn't be acclimatised to. Not really.

There would always be one step further for his body, his bladder to be pushed, and the mere knowledge of that fact made Mark gurgle in lust around Daniel's cock, his own throbbing and threatening to unload in Melanie's muzzle right there and then.

There would always be something that could be done to make him wait a little longer. Make him gulp down one glass, even one sip more than he could handle, no matter how much he tried consciously or otherwise to resist his friends' future efforts.

There would always... always be one too many, no matter the source of stimulation, ready and primed to make Mark lose control of his body and indeed his bladder.

And that fact, that undeniable truth, was what would keep the three of them in bed together all morning long. Playing. Moaning. Laughing. Fucking. Cumming again and again and again until their bodies ached, and then striving for one more. One last peak. One last release together in that sex and urine scented bed, driving them crazy with over-stimulation, with fatigue, and yet with unabashed, unbound joy when finally it happened.

One too many, and yet somehow the perfect amount for each of them.

By Jeeves

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