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A Wet Evening

It was a crisp fall evening, during that time of year when the weather was beginning to get a little cooler and the cities were cluttered with shades of orange and brown; from auburn leaves to the autumn holiday decorations doubly utilized for Halloween and Thanksgiving decorating store windows. In one such establishment sat one fur in particular, who had just arrived at his favorite locally-sourced restaurant to have a meal with his mate. The pair rarely managed to get more than 24 hours together at a time, and wanted to take advantage of the window when they could. Listening to the soothing tones of soft jazz, a white rat in dress-casual attire sat by the window at his table. His gray button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows juxtaposed with his comfortable dark blue jeans made him appear both relaxed and confident. His naked tail curled absentmindedly around the legs of his chair, his bare pink footpaws resting on the cool mahogany floor. Garco, the rat, reached into his pocket and casually fiddled with his phone next to the small block of gnawing wood he kept. He considered texting his mate, but just as he pulled his phone out he heard the ringing sound of the door opening followed by the damp hoofbeats of a black-horned ram entering the establishment.

"Sorry I'm late, Sir." the caprine apologized formally, wiping his soggy hooves on the mat before sitting across from his rat master. Myles, the silvered ram, was wearing a pleasant brown shirt and matching pants which naturally ended at the calves to accommodate for his hooves. He put his wet umbrella down beside him and placed his hefty paws on the table, which Garco took and held while looking into the ram's sky-blue eyes. He smirked covertly at the subtle discomfort his mate exhibited from sitting in the chair, as he knew full well the source of the awkward posture. He had ordered Myles to drive home before heading to the restaurant and get himself changed into something more suitable for the occasion. He had, in his instructions, also told the ram to put on a diaper before coming out tonight for their date. The ram had shown hesitation at the request; he'd never worn so brazenly before, but the rat assuaged him by letting his wear his underwear over the diaper to fool and casual observers. Unbeknownst to Myles however, Garco had made a small alteration to that particular diaper: they were shockingly less capable of holding liquid with a couple of thin slices in them from a box cutter.

"That's fine. I have a surprise for you when we get home, but let's get dinner first." Garco whispered into the ram's ear, leaning over the table to give the sheep a tender peck on the cheek. His whiskers brushed tenderly against the sheep's smiling face. He smiled his cute buck-tooth smile at the love of his life as he waved over a server with a bald paw. "Two of your herbivore menus, please" requested the rat.

The server, a cute tawny-furred bobcat inclined over the two seated mammals and presented them with laminated menus written in legible cursive with a picture of a cornucopia at the top, signifying the type of food advertised on the menu. "Excellent, guys!," he mewed happily. "And, what will you two be having to drink?"

Myles opened his mouth to answer, but Garco got there first and ordered for them both "We'll take two large coffees, black please." he stated matter-of-factly, looking directly at Myles with his void-like eyes. "There will be water refills at all times, right?"

"Of course, of course! I'll get those out for you, let me know when you're ready to order," the bobcat replied before leaving to fulfill their drink request, his digitigrade footpaws giving him a light bounce to his step. The devious rat then turned to his ram pet, an impish grin across his white muzzle. "I figured that you might be thirsty," he chuckled, then lowered his voice a little "You are wearing it, yes? The one I laid out for you?"

Myles could only blush faintly through his fur and nodded. He usually got to pick his own diaper out of the closet, but when he got home he found one all ready for him on the bed. He didn't know why he had to change into that specific diaper, but not even having the freedom to choose with padding he wore definitely excited the subby ram. "Yeah, I did. At least it's thick enough so it shouldn't leak," he reasoned, still wrestling with his nerves and his thrill at wetting in public after all the times before as he tried to adjust himself with minimum rustling sounds.

"Oh, yes. I think you'll be fine," the rat responded nonchalantly. "By the way, when you get your drink I want it gone within ten minutes, after which you must request either coffee or water. Under no circumstances are you to have a beverage in front of you for longer than that," he ordered, not looking up from his menu. "Do you understand?"

Myles nodded, the soft light of the restaurant reflecting off of his ebony and deep blue horns. "Yes, Sir." he complied.

Still not looking up, the rat smirked to himself and added one other stipulation. "One more thing: don't wet until I tell you," he insisted, knowing full well that others in the building may have heard. Garco also knew full well that his second command seemed to set up Myles to fail his first one, but he wanted to see what would happen.

A few minutes later, the mated pair had ordered their food and were tucking in. Myles, naturally, had to eat from the herbivore's menu since he lacked any capacity to consume fish or insect protein. Garco could in theory, eat (or at least chew) pretty much anything, however he vastly preferred the colorful and flavorful variations of the herbivores' food as well. Garco had finished his coffee and was gradually sipping at his water while he ate; Myles was less fortunate. He was on his third tall glass of water on top of the coffee he had been forced to imbibe at the beginning. To the casual observer, the scene was perfect: a loving couple enjoying a meal together bordered by the iridescent raindrops glittering the pane beside them. It was this rush, knowing that they practiced their kinks under the noses of the more commonly-minded folks, that acted as a long session of mental foreplay for them both. Garco passively wondered how many others were like them: how many furs had they passed today alone who wore tights, chastity cages, tally marks or spanking imprints upon their bodies?

Garco brought his attention back to his ram, who had started to sit with his legs crossed. "How's your food, love?" asked the albino rodent, feigning ignorance to the caprine's predicament.

Myles, who was trying his best to remain invested in his delicious salad and barbecued tempeh strips, looked up nervously. His bladder had already been filled to capacity, and while he was certain he'd be safe to piss himself thanks to the soft, white padding which gently cradled his genitals, he was also under direct orders to not do so. The ram knew better than to directly disobey his dom's mandates, unfair as they might seem. Even so, he struggled with the two polemic commands as he tried his best to hold back his urine.

"It's...it's delicious," he stated in a rather stilted manner. "H-how's your dinner, Sir?" the ram asked, hoping that benign smalltalk would take his mind off of his mounting need to relieve himself.

"Oh, it's amazing," replied the rodent between bites of his bean burger. He shot a quick glance out across the room with his coal-like eyes and, when he was certain neither patrons nor staff were paying too much attention, raised up a footpaw and pressed it into Myles' crotch. His naked rodent digits squeezed lightly, causing a noticeable crinkle to emit from between the ram's legs as the outer plastic material scrunched up between his toes through his sub's pants. The rat held on for just a moment, long enough to feel a firm poke into the pink sole before restoring his footpaw to the ground, to ensure the tent in his pants didn't become any larger. Of course, the rodent knew that he wouldn't poke out too much through his pants; the second surprise of the night was keeping the dom strapped down in that area. Above the table, Garco carried on eating as though nothing was happening. Meanwhile, Myles bleated under his breath and squirmed just a little. He was already holding back a veritable flood that would soak his diaper and now had to deal with the extra stimulus of his dom teasing his sub-par member through the layers of fabric he wore. The caprine tried to maintain a straight face, but his cheeks were red enough to show up through the silver fur on his face.

Soon the couple finished their meal, and the young feline server returned to their table. "Hey again, guys! I hope you enjoyed your food: is there anything else I can get you?" he asked, smiling warmly down at the couple.

"Nothing for me, but he'll have another water...won't you, Myles?" the rat requested. At least, it was a request to the innocent kitty serving them.

"Yeah, I'm...really thirsty" lied Myles as best he could. In truth, his bladder began to ache and upset his stomach slightly. His hooved feet were starting to tremble involuntarily as he pleaded with his eyes for permission to piss.

Garco shook his head. "We've not paid yet. Besides, your water's coming. You don't want to trouble our handsome waiter for no reason, do you?" he chided once the bobcat left his impressive hearing range. Myles could only smiled meekly and wait patiently for his final drink of the night.

The rat tapped lightly with a pink knuckle, drawing his sheep's attention to the miniscule rivers cascading down the glass near their table. "Don't you love the sound of rainwater, Myles?," he began on his tangent, staring blankly out into the cool, dreary urban night. "How it trickles and drips, spattering against a surface. Each drop, a tiny watery explosion that in turn transforms into a petite waterfall in an unknown race to run down the sides until it pools at the bottom." The rat chuckled as he watched his pet shift and shuffle more and more uncomfortably, the sounds of rushing liquid only adding to the torture he was going through.

"That...sounds wonderful," Myles responded, only half paying attention to anything Garco was saying anymore. He had to pee. That was at the forefront of his mind; he simply had to pee. He tightened his bladder as best he could, his knees unwillfully shaking as his internal dam felt fit to burst and rush out into his trousers. At least he had a diaper, if what was all but inevitable should come to pass.

The bobcat returned with their check and, to the ram's dismay, yet another glass of water. "Alright guys, you can leave the check here or bring it up to the bar," he offered, showing a beaming smile: the pair nodded respectfully in response. Garco started to pull out his wallet in order to pay while Myles took his glass, staring into the colorless contents with all the enthusiasm as if he'd been given someone else's backwashed beer.

"You know, the longer you stare at it, the longer we'll be here. So, if you want to leave as soon as possible: drink up." The rat took out his copy of their joint debit card, waiting for Myles to finish his beverage before he would slide the plastic into the sleeve beside the bill.

Myles gulped, unsure at which particular fate was the more concerning. He swirled the water around, as if it would just evaporate if he really wanted badly enough for it to do so. Unfortunately for the ram, the only thing he wanted badly enough was to relieve himself. Indeed, the sloshing of the water inside the glass only made things worse. The sheep then stopped cold as he felt it: a teeny droplet of warm liquid seeping from his urethra. It was coming, and there was very little the ram could do to stop it. He started to take short breaths as the anxiety of failure began to overtake him. He looked at his rodent master, and gently held his lean, ashen forearm. "Please, Sir..." was all he could get out, shaking nervously as another drip was absorbed next to the first by his diaper.

"No," said Garco flatly, which marked the end of the matter. He had not given permission. The ram groaned as quietly as he could; it was coming and he couldn't stop it any longer. He had to give in, there was simply no time left.

Finally, despite his best efforts, Myles submitted to his body's needs. Immediately a blast of hot, steamy urine hissed powerfully out of his penis and into his pants. The ram held onto the table to steady himself as his body ceased to be his own to control, his bladder expelling the ram's musky pee in a continuous potent jet. His thirsty padding drank and drank, consuming all the backed-up urine as fast as it could. Myles even started to feel an instant of respite, but then a cool wave of dread seeped over him as he felt his underwear and pants getting damp and swollen. Looking down between his legs, the ram gasped as yellow piss spread rapidly through his once-beige briefs and pants, steeping the lower half of his body in wave after wave of odoriferous liquid. It drenched him, soaked his thighs and buttocks then rushing down his pant legs to include his knees in the pungent amber-colored water. His diaper should have held most of it, but to the ram's horror it barely helped at all. He pissed and shook for what seemed like hours, a generous mixture of absolute serenity and horrific humiliation overcame the ram. He sat there, shaking in a slowly-expanding pool of his own waste and just looked at his dom with contrition and abject embarrassment. The rat's slender, whiskered snout curled up once to inhale the ram's predicament. Shaking his head and trying his hardest not to grin from ear to ear, the rodent snorted derisively at his sub.

"I...I couldn't...," the ram began his face as crimson as his underwear and pants were an even darker color than before. His pants appeared almost black especially at the crotch, and his underwear has become stained with a bright yellow-green tint.

"I'll forgive you if you pay. At the bar," interrupted the rat as he rose up. "I'm heading to the car; be done quickly." he said as he exited, the ringing of the front door causing every customer and staff member to briefly turn their heads in the direction of the piss-stained ram. Myles' silver cheeks maintained their surplus intake of blood, blushing furiously as he swore he could hear a new hushed level of gossip from the other patrons talking about the grown adult who'd just pissed himself in public.

The sheep shuffled up to the bar with the check, each step of his heavy hooves making a small splash as he left tiny puddles of piss with every step. His diaper, despite its odd inefficiency, wasn't a complete failure: it added a decent weight to counter his gait, the hot wet bulge causing the ram to waddle up to the bar. He swiftly put the check on the bar table, and was exhilarated to see the bobcat from earlier rush over to dutifully collect the tab.

"Thank you Sir, I'll just run that...right now...for you," he informed, his sentence dragging as he sniffed the air around Myles and wrinkled his nose.

"It's, um...raining outside. You know? I'm a bit damp," lied the ram, poorly.

"I...see." retorted the feline, handing back the debit card and receipt. "Well, have a nice night and...try to stay dry?" he wished, doing an almost perfect job of not laughing at the pitiful caprine. Myles could only nod and quickly calculate a sizable 20% tip before rushing out the door as fast as his urine-soaked hooves could carry him, the sodden package between his silvered legs making a wet smacking sound against his inner thigh. He barely remembered his umbrella on the way out in his hurry to be out of that place.

Garco was waiting in the car, of course. "Let's go home. We need to take care of you, in more ways than one," he said, the words ending in a vague threatening tone.

The moment the pair entered their home and locked the door behind them, the rat took total control of the subby wet ram.

"Strip!" he barked, watching with wicked glee as his pet proceeded to do so right there in the hallway. The entire spectacle had given the rat an aching erection for the ride home, and watching his mate have to peel off his stinky clothing only gave him further encouragement to slowly tease the tip of the tent in his pants. Myles laid all of his piss-filled garments on the wooden floor, allowing his trousers to slip themselves over his slightly chubby, spotted hips and land with a wet splat on the hardwood. The caprine went for the tabs of his diaper, but felt a hard pink palm slap against his wrist when he tried to tamper with the strained waistband of his thick, waterlogged padding. The diaper was totally saturated, and struggled against its own absorbed heft to remain on the ram's hips. It had expanded considerably, the yellow stain large and dark at the front. The front of the sopping, wet padding was protruding slightly from the ram's groin, indicating an overt enjoyment of the whole fiasco.

"Leave it on! Get into the bedroom and lay on the bed, on your back!" he commanded; the rodent was most assuredly getting his rocks off by bossing the pathetic caprine around. As he watched the ram leave with a panicked bleat, he gripped the front of his jeans snugly, enjoying the faint sound of compressing, crinkled plastic coming from his own crotch. "Time for your second surprise," he said to himself as he began to undress.

The white rat unbuttoned his shirt with haste, sliding out of the garment and letting it float gently to rest on top of his lover's clothes. The jeans came next, unbuttoned with dexterous pink fingers and then pulled down the rat's hips and thighs before getting kicked away with a footpaw. Garco stood there in his nearly-naked glory: the short white fur accenting his wiry musculature as it thinned out near his paws. His purple stripes rotated along his shoulders as the rodent stretched out in the buff, warming himself up quickly before going to join his mate.

Garco made his ingress into their shared room, smirking at the ram he'd commanded to be in the exact position into which he'd put himself: spread eagled on the bed. Myles, however, looked over his master in disbelief: enveloping his mate's pert rump and genitals was a shiny, thick, and crinkled wrapping. His dom was wearing a diaper too, albeit a dry one. The sight of his lover padded up was exciting to the caprine to say the least, his meager member now fully engorged and pointed up towards his little bit of tummy pudge.

"Like what you see, do you?," the rat commented as he leaned over the bed, reaching behind the top corners for a silken red rope concealed at the ends and drooping them over the caprine's wrists. "I know how much you love wearing them, and I wanted to see what the fuss was about." mused the rat as he tied his mate's paws snugly with the scarlet cords, keeping his arms out as wide as he could.

Myles nodded eagerly, his small phallus dribbling a bit of salty precum into his diaper and into his creamy pubic fur. His heart raced with anticipation as his rat mounted his chest, the dom's padded rump situated over his own soppy diaper, especially when the rodent gave a little teasing grind into the ram's thickly-wadded groin.

"If you liked that..." he began, scooting himself over the sheep's chest to rest his plump, cushioned pelvis inches from the ram's face. "...then you'll love this," he exclaimed, and with that thrust his padded crotch into his lover's snoot, the rodent's semi-turgid erection nudging the ram's nose through the soft crinkles.

Myles did indeed love this, as his rock-hard, onyx boner (for all it was worth) strained against the absorbent lining of his soggy diaper. If he were a couple of inches longer, he might have seen his tip poke out over the top of his damp, bulky padding. Alas, he had to remain content with keeping his full erection inside of its snug, sodden cell. Suddenly, the ram gasped as something hot and damp began pushing against his lips and nose. The plastic crinkled as his dom's plush diaper began to swell against his muzzle. Tied to the bed, the ram had no choice but to inhale against the squishing diaper as it expanded over his face with his mate's fresh, hot piss. He felt a slender paw grab onto one of his large, curled horns and hold him close against his dom's padded dick; the rumpled exterior slowly smooshing wetly over his nose and maw. The rat's groans emitted low and thirsty from relief and carnal desire as he used his wetting to dominate his partner. Myles' prick oozed precum, and the subby caprine could only moan in wanton pleasure as he breathed deep his master's scent through his swollen and freshly-soaked diaper. Garco was right; he did indeed love this.

The rat's acrid urine flow reduced to a trickle, his padding now rather full of his musky piss. The rodent's cock, semi-erect this entire time, now engorged to its full size in a couple of seconds: seeing his diapered sub tied down and lewdly moaning around his own soaked groin certainly did things for the dommy alabaster anthro. His tapered flesh-toned rat dick, larger in both length and girth than his mate's, peeked out over the wrinkled edge of his diaper as Garco pulled down the front of the soppy garment and pointed directly at Myles' flat muzzle.

"Clean it," demanded Garco, and of course his pet obliged happily. The ram slipped his warm lips sensuously over his master's tip; he could still taste the bitter flavor of urine on the end, and little drips continued to fall from the rat's member as Myles suckled the head. He would suck harder and to the base, but being tied down in the was that he was made this difficult to do. As if on cue, the rat leaned over and mounted his sub's face and wasted no time in thrusting his piss-soaked penis into that hot, snug maw. The ram got into his practiced rhythm, knowing the perfect technique to pleasure his partner orally. Just as the flavor of salty precum was beginning to overtake the remnants of bitter urine, his master surprised Myles by withdrawing completely from his keen mouth.

"Not this way...I want us to try something," he said, shuffling his smaller body down until his damp bulge was squashed firmly against his mates' own used diaper. Pushing down on the caprine's shoulders (for dominance and well as balance) the rodent grinded his pelvis forward against the ram's own, the compressing sensation managing to stimulate them both despite the thick layers between them.

Myles bleated excitedly as his dom pressed against his dick through the diapers, the combined warm and soggy squishing creating a uniquely pleasurable sensation for them both. The males had been riding on a low wave of sexual tension for hours, and now their sexual appetites were demanding to be sated. The ram moaned loudly in unison with his mate as the rat thrust their wet, diapered cocks together again and again. The white rodent's experience in pleasing Myles meant he knew just how to angle his hips to satisfy his caprine lover, and his stamina would ensure that they would both climax from this unusual (but gratifying) experience.

In a mere couple of minutes the males were close: a light sweat dripped from them both as they pressed their adamantine, leaky dicks against one another through their snug, damp diapers. The cool sogginess felt good as it molded itself around their respective members, giving the ram and rat respectively a wet and squishy pocket into which they could stick their throbbing malehoods. Myles raised his hooves as best he could and wrapped them over the rat's back, pulling his body closer to press against his own as much as possible as they were moments from orgasm. Seconds later the dominant rat convulsed, his fat balls pulling up and his rosé penis pulsing inside of his diaper, shooting his load into the soaked disposable. Feeling the rat on top of him writhe in pleasure, especially the touch of his spurting cock against his own diaper caused Myles' to cum too; his pent-up nut adding to the squishy warm confines of his padded cock. Each male ejaculated several times, adding to the moisture around their respective pricks before laying down, completely spent. Garco had just enough wherewithal to untie his pet's wrists before resting against that white chestfur, panting softly against his sheep mate.

The pair lay there, in their individual piss and cum filled diapers before the silence was finally broken by Myles "I had a feeling you'd sabotaged this one," he whispered, giving his now-flaccid black member a casual squeeze through the diaper; the wet interior squelched with combined fluids, the outside rustled slightly at the compression.

Garco raised an eyebrow at his mate, his pinkish paw placed over his ram's larger, hooved paw in an effort to join him in crinkling the exterior plastic of the sheep's well-used diaper. "Oh yeah? When did you realize?"

"When you laid it out for me instead of letting me get my own," answered the ram, a cheeky grin creeping over his muzzle.

"Yet you did it anyway, didn't you?," Garco chortled. "Guess that makes you an ever bigger diaper pet that I thought," he teased, giving a big yawn as he rested his thin, snowy head against his ram's collarbone and shut his eyes.

"Guess so..." yawned Myles, the clutches of slumber holding him fast as he laid back his head against the pillows and drifted off to sleep with his mate. No matter their sexual roles and respective needs, he knew that Garco needed him just as much as he needed the rat. He and his dom went to sleep almost at the same time, their diapers still pressed gently together after their heavy use. Tomorrow they'd shower, wash the sheets, thrown away their used diapers, and be excited to reignite their shared kinks together. For now, however, they were passed out: their wet, crinkly bulges as big as their smiles.