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Amethyst's Kinky Christmas

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Watersports

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Wetting Relief

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Lightweaver

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Gargath inhaled the joint deeply, smoke entering his lungs, relaxing his body. Different strains of weed affected one differently but all was well and good with his friend, Piebald, a reindeer who was even more relaxed about such things than he was. The Clydesdale stallion snorted softly nostrils fluttering, kicking a leg out over the arm of the sofa, slumped back against Piebald's shoulder. He still had his shirt and jeans on, though it was looking more and more appealing to slip out of them and into something more comfortable, revealing the entirety of his bay hide, the light brown chocolate of his mane spilling luxuriously down the arch of his neck.

Yes... He exhaled softly, the world easing around him, everything feeling just a little bit lighter, a little bit easier than it had been before. Wasn't that the best quality to find on a Saturday night?

"Hey there..." Piebald's words came out slow and slurred, his chest bare and showing his white and black-grey patched coat, not quite how Gargath would have expected a reindeer's coat to be coloured if he'd been asked before. "You alright?"

The light of the TV in the late hour illuminated their faces, leaving some features in shadow, but it was somehow more fitting for the moment as Piebald sucked in a breath. Impulsively, Gargath leaned back against him all the more, pushing down over his lap. Between friends, where was the harm?

"Mmmph..." Piebald squirmed. "I... Uh... Ah..."

Gargath's ears pricked.

"You okay there?"

He was concerned, yet maybe there was something, even then, in the squirming set of Piebald's body that let him know that there was something more at play there, the reindeer tucking his legs in a little closer to the sofa. His bare, cloven hooves dug into the carpet, hips rising fractionally, but, still, Gargath did not move, letting the weight of his shoulders and head press down over the reindeer's lap.

"Mmmph... Hey, don't you know what you're doing to me there?"

Gargath looked up at him lazily, the blush in his cheeks obvious, despite the late hour.

"Maybe?"

Piebald sucked in a breath, but that didn't help the growing need to urinate, the pressure that the stallion had, inadvertently, put on his bladder. He hadn't "gone" in too long, too relaxed with the joint being passed back and forth between them, wriggling and panting, though the stallion only pressed down all the harder over him.

"No..." Gargath licked his lips, a blush prickling up to the much warmer than necessary insides of his ears. "Stay here... I..."

Piebald wriggled in place, a high-pitched whine coming from his lips that did not sound at all like a sound that he would naturally make. What was the stallion trying to do to him? Was he trying to make him pee right there? How did he know? Could he know? The reindeer's breath caught, twisting his head back and forth, but he didn't know quite how to ask Gargath to move when he needed to go so badly. The weed tangled around his tongue, soothing things and dampening other feelings, though the burning need to urinate grew more and more, bursting through him.

"Unnff..."

He had to say something, had to do something, but Gargath had his eyes closed, lying back across his lap as if doing that right there and then was the most natural thing in the world. He couldn't have known just how bad a spot the reindeer was in - at least, that was what Piebald told himself - the ungulate squirming and wriggling, the pressure on his bladder increasing more and more with every passing second. Why, oh, why had he thought about it in the first place? It didn't make sense to let it slide for so long as the hour grew late but it just hadn't come to mind!

Gargath gave a delicious little shiver. He knew it was "mean" to let the reindeer suffer in such a way but to have him there, squirming with his need to urinate, was too divine to let pass by him so quickly. It was a strange feeling to have a friend there that was the one in a sticky situation, a rapidly wetter situation, though that moment had not yet come, even if it could not be all that far off in the grand scheme of things.

Oh, it had to be close though, even though he could not have said why Piebald didn't just tell him that he had to go to the bathroom. Maybe there was something in the reindeer that liked it too?

Gargath had to swallow a groan at that thought, his sheath plumping out as his shaft ached to swell. Although he could have gone to the bathroom too at that point, he was nowhere near the twisting, grinding, panting desire of Piebald, the reindeer's hips rocking and grinding up as if something more sexual was going on. Casting his eyes on the reindeer bull, he half sat up, wide-eyed with innocence.

"Is...something wrong?"

But they both knew that they understood, as heated as their cheeks and necks were in that moment, their fur rendering them rather hotter under the collar, so to speak, than they would have liked. Taking another hit of the joint, Gargath groaned softly, his eyes on the bulge of Piebald's crotch, though he could only imagine how he felt. He'd been in that position many times over, of course, but sometimes there was nothing quite like experiencing it all for oneself in the moment. The moment mattered more than anything else, the strain, the pressure, the feeling of everything being about to burst at a moment's notice. Or, sometimes, with no notice at all...

Piebald grunted through a throat that was suddenly too tight to make any other noise, twisting back and forth, trying to sit up a little more. The sofa cushions, however, were too soft to keep him easily upright and in control even of his own body, though it was hard to tell just how much of that was the weed or just him. He panted, lips parting, nostrils still fluttering and twitching with rapid snatches of breath. He had to hold out, had to keep his dignity... Yet Gargath looked at him with such raw and ready hunger in his eyes that he was trapped in place without even anyone pinning him down at all.

"What...are you..."

Gargath dragged his shirt off over his head, heart pounding. He had to do it, had to break the moment, yet the passion between them could not be denied as their lips met, Piebald whimpering into the kiss.

"Mmmph... No, first...I really need to go."

"Hold it... Please."

Gargath had to have him like that, his jeans sliding down, fumbling with Piebald's, though the reindeer was more amenable to the moment than even he was. In a few minutes, they were both naked on the carpeted floor, kissing again, Piebald shuddering as the stallion's paw closed around his slimmer shaft, tapered to a seductive, narrower point.

"Mmmph. Oh, fuck..."

"Don't worry..."

Sensitive, he was too sensitive, even as the stallion stroked him gently, reaching around as the horse's stomach and chest pressed up to his back. That cock probed for entry, as thick as any equine would be proud to bear, and Piebald craved it too, his inhibitions loosened even more than they usually were by the weed. It was not as if they worried too much, anyway, about holding back...

But it was different to take a cock, slowly and lightly, into his backdoor entrance, tail pushed up high, even though Gargath was slow. That paw stroking his cock eased down the length as it thrummed with oversensitivity, need coursing through, confusing the sexual one with the need to relieve himself.

Piebald moaned, so full, so very full. He didn't even know what he wanted anymore.

The stallion grunted, his cock throbbing, more excited than he had been in months. Oh, it had been so long since he had had a partner to indulge in, sure that that was already piss trickling from the head of the reindeer's cock, though he didn't like to ask. Maybe when they got to know each other better still, yes, he could ask that, teasing his shaft, spreading the mixed in pre-cum down the length of his cock, all to force him closer and closer to the edge all the more.

The reindeer gasped, twisting and contorting, though Gargath only dragged his hips back to him. Again, he had to thrust, spreading Piebald's tight hole open. The reindeer's ring had opened up around him even without lube but that was only due to the stallion's patience, for one did not need over-preparation if they were prepared to take it slowly. Yet he knew just how every thrust of his cock put more and more pressure on the reindeer's bladder, forcing him closer and closer to entirely the "wrong" edge, even if it was suddenly something both of them fearfully craved.

"I... Ah..." Piebald's head fell back, Gargath gently directing his antlers to the side. "Unff... Oh, god... I'm gonna..."

But that was not an orgasm building in him, not as he rocked and tried to stay still, his body swayed by the push and pull of the stallion. Not that Gargath made it any better either as he pressed down over the reindeer's bladder, forcing him to feel even more pressure and strain as more piss trickled out of his shaft.

"Ach..." Piebald gasped, mouth opening and closing, eyes bulging. "Gar...Gargath... I..."

But the stallion already knew what was happening as the reindeer could not hold off any longer, succumbing to the humiliating bliss of wetting himself. The load of piss that he had held back for too long, so long, flowed forth, the floodgates well and truly opened, spattering hotly to the carpet, the stench of it thick and heady. The stallion could not help but snort and whuffle eagerly, his upper lip peeled back as he scented the air, sifting through all those glorious scents, his partner rocking and humping eve more furtively against him.

The reindeer, however, was lost to the moment. He couldn't think straight, could barely breathe, the relief of emptying his bladder seeping through him even as Gargath kept on humping and grinding, filling him with that thick cock of his. Every thrust forced a more rapid stream of piss from him for a breath of a moment, forcing him to pee harder, to relieve the bursting pressure even as it softened. The thing was, when one really had to go, it didn't feel like the strain was being relieved, the pressure and sense of it remaining even after one's bladder emptied, as if the mind didn't quite realise as yet that the deed was done.

Yet they would take all that they needed from one another, the stallion grunting as he filled the reindeer's tight hole, again and again, thrusting harder, driving deep. He didn't have to hold back, paw soft and feeling out every last twitch of the reindeer's shaft. He didn't even care about the mess that, undoubtedly, they would have to clean but - but what part of omorashi was clean and lightly scented? No, it was crude and dirty and raw and that was just what appealed about it to Gargath, being forced to the limit where one could not help but wet themselves, regardless of where they were.

Panting, Piebald toppled forward onto all fours, his head hanging, Gargath supporting his hips, drawing them back onto his cock as the slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. Harder than ever, the stallion whickered, eyes gleaming with lust. If there was a blush still in his cheeks, it had spread through his entire body by that point, burning him up from the inside out.

"Ah... Oh..."

Piebald moaned, quivering, the wetness of his relieving himself damp around his crotch, one of his knees in the wet spot. Yet there was no going back.

There was still another release yet to come...

And the stallion would have it all.