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This story was written for GammaEradon as Day #12 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Watersports" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Sweet Shame

"Really though, just look at the guy. Look how cute he is!"

Misha didn't think much of the conversation he heard as he wandered past a small group of ladies seated on a picnic bench at the park. It honestly never crossed the fox's mind that they were talking about him, at least not until he heard a gasp, a series of frantic giggles, and a moment or two later felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you..."

He jumped slightly, and his face burned scarlet as he turned to see a tall, athletic tigress in running gear smiling down at him, at least a foot taller than his slender body and considerably stronger looking too. He cleared his throat and smiled warmly, not knowing what this lady could possibly want but wanting to put his best foot forward regardless.

"Um, yes?"

The tigress grinned down at him shamelessly, and before she'd even finished asking her question took the fox by the hand and began to lead him over to the bench where three other ladies, a couple in business suits and another in jogging attire, were gasping and whispering to one another as though they couldn't believe what their friend was doing.

"...well, I was just talking to my friends, and we were all saying how absolutely adorable you are. I bet them that you have a girlfriend. One of them thinks you have a boyfriend, and the others think you're single. Could you please tell them that they're crazy?"

By the time she finished the explanation Misha was already standing beside the bench, his hand still clutched in the tigress' grip. He smiled at the three other women who just giggled uncontrollably, but the fox soon found himself blushing deeper still as the tigress poked him playfully in the ribs.

"C'mon. Tell them you have a girlfriend so they'll stop teasing me about asking you out!"

He tried to answer, really he did, but when he opened his muzzle just as the tigress poked him, a yelp of shrill, uncontrollable ticklish laughter was all that came out. The three ladies in front of him descended into fits of hysterics, and Misha's face burned scarlet with embarrassment. To his surprise though when the tigress giggled she didn't seem to be laughing along with her friends, but in delight at his reaction.

"Oh, cutie-pie, I'm sorry! I didn't realise you were so ticklish! God, could you be any more adorable?"

Before Misha could respond, the tigress released his hand and instead swept around behind him. He yelped as her strong arms encircled him from the rear, and a second later whined in desperate, nervous excitement as her hands reached down and began to tug at the waistband of his simple blue t-shirt. Within seconds clawed fingertips were dancing over his belly, scritching and tickling him oh so delicately, but irresistibly as the tigress whispered over his shoulder, clearly grinning at her friends as she continued to tease the poor, helpless fox.

"C'mon, show them you don't care if they laugh at you. You know you're cuter than anyone they could ever hope to get in bed. You'll have ladies falling all over you, right?"

Misha whined, yelped, snorted, and descended into fits of helpless giggles as the tigress tickled him. He shook his head and tried to open his muzzle to answer, but he was laughing too raucously through his ticklish anguish to get out a single word. He tried over and over to get a single word out, knowing that a simple yes or no might be enough to end this playful torment, but each time the very first breath he took to try and speak was forced out of him again with helpless squeals and giggles, while the ladies watching him cracked up in fits of their own gleeful mirth at what their friend was doing to this cute stranger. She lifted his t-shirt higher and higher as she tickled at his flanks and his ribs after his belly, and as tears of mirth began to roll down Misha's cheeks while his legs kicked out, his entire bodyweight now being supported by the ticklish arms hooked under his shoulders, he realised to his horror that the more he reacted, the more he laughed and gave the ladies in front of him cause for amusement, the more that the tigress felt buoyed into continuing her merciless tickle-attack.

Of course, up to that point, Misha hadn't even thought about his bladder. But as soon as he became aware of his helpless state and the fact that it might not be ending any time soon, he suddenly realised that he hadn't been to the bathroom since just after breakfast that morning. It was early afternoon now, and after two coffees and a fruit juice, he absolutely should have gone to pee before heading out to the park. The more the fox thought about it of course the more he found himself terrified, knowing what had happened before when he'd been caught out in some unexpected situation and finding himself suddenly struggling to control the muscles of his bladder even though mere moments ago he hadn't been aware of the conscious necessity to do so.

"Nnnhhahahhahahahahahhhhaahahhh!"

He wailed desperately, shaking his head, thrashing arms and legs, trying to let the woman tickling him know that he wanted her to stop. That he needed her to stop. He yelped and whined and stared through weeping eyes as he laughed uncontrollably at the tigress' ceaseless tickling, trying to get any of the other women watching him to see his peril, to understand that as much fun as they were all having he really, really needed them to stop laughing so that their friend could stop tickling him, and he could run off to the restroom. The alternative was... well, it was unthinkable. He couldn't do it. Not again. Not here in public, so far from a change of pants. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

He absolutely, definitely, would not...

"Mmnhaghahahhahhahhhhhhhhnnhhoooooooohhhhahahaaaahhh!"

Ironically, Misha was so distracted trying to convince his own head that he wasn't going to wet himself that he totally lost track of his body's reactions, and felt his focus falter as he tried to keep the muscles of his bladder clenched tightly. The fox's cheeks burned crimson, his eyes bulged behind his skewed glasses, and with his muzzle still howling with laughter as the tigress continued to tickle him totally unaware of what she was going to do to him, Misha shuddered and felt the fabric of his underwear, then his blue jeans beyond it begin to darken as urine dribbled, then began to flow freely from his cock.

The ladies watching were of course the first to notice. The mouse seated nearest to Misha gasped, and shrieked with a whole new intensity of laughter as she flailed her hands and pointed to his crotch. The zebra and wolf stared too, and they all began to howl with mindless laughter as they watched the humiliated, overwhelmed and overstimulated fox wet himself right in front of their collective gaze. Only that intense and clearly differently motivated laughter actually made the tigress stop her tickling, but the damage was already done, and indeed when Misha fell silent as the tickling stopped while the feline woman's hands remained wrapped around his chest, t-shirt bunched up under his chin, the women surrounding him could hear the unmistakable hiss of his bladder emptying itself through the fabric of his clothes. The tigress gasped, she peered up and over the fox's shoulder to stare down at his darkened crotch as rivulets of darkness began to spread all the way down the insides of his jeans' legs, and she gave a softer, more gentle giggle as she saw what she'd done to him.

"Ohhh sweetie, oh you silly thing, why didn't you say something?"

To his shock, Misha didn't feel the tigress release him in horror and push him away. She squeezed him tighter in her arms as he continued to wet himself, and she kissed his cheek.

"Oh my gosh, you actually pissed yourself. I made you... ohh wow, cutie, I didn't realise I had you that worked up! And in front of four total strangers too. Ohhh you must be so embarrassed..."

She almost moaned the words rather than simply speaking them, and as Misha whined and trembled as his bladder continued to empty itself, hours upon hours of restrained urine ensuring they flowed forth to the very last drop, he nodded shamefully as in his humiliation he totally failed to pick up on the excitement in the tigress' tone.

"I've never seen someone wet themselves in public before. An adult, I mean. Oh my gosh, what are you going to do? How are you going to make it all the way back to wherever you live looking like that. You're soaked. It's everywhere."

The tigress cradled him. Rubbed his belly. She even tickled him a few more times, gasping and trembling as she held the fox while his snorted with helpless laughter yet again and his bladder lurched, the flow interrupted for a moment then resuming with renewed vigour several times over. Even when Misha's flow finally trailed off, she continued to hold him and whisper to him as the three women in front of them just watched, looking at one another with a strange sort of knowing smile as their friend squeezed and snuggled and purred to the fox standing soaked, half naked from the waist up and shamefully trembling within her arms.

"If no-one does anything to help you... would you walk all the way home like this? Hundreds of people seeing you, knowing what you'd done. Giggling, whispering. Laughing. Ohh..."

She trembled. Misha trembled too, and he whined in horror as he realised what her words were doing to him now that the act had passed, and he was able to think about the same humiliating situations she was implanting in his mind rather than just focusing on the act of wetting himself in its own right.

"You're never gonna live it down. How will you ever go out into the city again, knowing that anywhere you go someone might see you and whisper to their friend... hey... is that the fox who walked home in his soaking wet jeans after pissing himself at the park? All it would take was one person to pull out their phone and take a picture, record a clip of you squishing your way home, leaving a dripping trail of your own pee behind you... and you'd be a legend in the city forever. The pee-pants cutie."

Misha squeezed his eyes tight shut. It couldn't get worse than this. It couldn't possibly get any worse than...

"O-ohmigosh, Sarah! Are you... are you making him hard??"

One of the women in front of him squealed with yet more peals of mindless laughter, and Misha begged for the earth to swallow him up as he felt his rock hard cock swelling and clinging to the sodden fabric of the inside of his briefs, no doubt plainly visible through the heavy, darkened material of his jeans' crotch. Now it was going to happen. The rejection, the final humiliation of these ladies casting him aside and forcing him to run home alone.

Except... it didn't.

Instead, Misha felt the hands wrapped around his chest falling south. He felt them on the belt of his jeans. Unbuckling. Unbuttoning. Teasing his trousers open at the front and tugging them down to expose the yellow stained and tented fabric of his soaked white cotton briefs.

He heard the women in front of him gasp, their giggling stopping as they simply stared, and he felt a hand, trembling not with horror but with anticipation, wrap itself around that soaking wet bulge.

"Ohh god..."

The tigress purred in his ear in a sultry, passionate whisper.

"You were probably just on a walk. And now look at you. Soaking wet. Humiliated. And... loving it. So turned on that you can't hide it, so worked up after pissing yourself that you're rock hard in front of four complete strangers..."

She squeezed his cock. She began to stroke it through the soaking wet fabric of his briefs, wetting her hand with his urine but focusing only on his erection. On caressing him. Stimulating him. Masturbating him while her friends stared.

"You're so cute."

The tigress, Sarah, moaned to Misha.

"So sweet and helpless..."

She growled lustfully, moaning openly, greedily as Misha whined, heart racing and mind reeling as he felt his cock twitching in her grasp, unable to hold back, just as unable to restrain himself as he had been with his bladder.

"...and now, to top it all off, you're gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna cum because it's all so, so embarrassing, and you love it... just like me."

Misha's eyes bulged. His toes curled down against the grassy earth of the parkland beneath him, and as he felt himself shuddering, spasming, and starting to cum into the fabric of his already piss-soaked underwear, both he and Sarah trembled in pure, shameful delight as they heard another voice from a short distance away gasping aloud.

"Oh my god, is... is that lady jerking that guy off??"

By Jeeves

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