Preamble:

Disclaimer : Same warnings as the first story. Check the tags because there's gonna be new ones each time.

I considered this being an "optional" chapter but my was told this was fairly important. Sorry, watersports. It's brief, though. Feel free to DM with any issues, like i forgot tags or whatever. Reminder that I don't think anything in this series is in any way something that should be done by real people ever.

Chapter 2: "Running Water"

Darwin's eyes were fixed on that video. It felt like watching a porno, someone that wasn't him. The cat was cold, quiet the entire time.

How'd he gotten here? Why? He sat there on the toilet, staring at the phone screen long after the video had ended, leaving just a freeze frame of unmistakable dick in cat ass. The cat felt sick. He felt absolutely sick. His head and stomach felt like he'd just suddenly fallen 10 feet and became winded. A chill ran past him, fur bristling as it stood in a little wave up that slender frame.

The bear eventually moved the phone out of the frozen line of sight from the cat. He held it at his side. He was just standing there now, that massive dick half hard in front of him, pointed at the cat. The cat, however, was a bit too preoccupied with turning his stomach to do anything about the bear's dick.

After some more moments of cool air on his softening cock, the bear simply shrugged. Sighing relaxedly, the bear closed his eyes and slumped a bit. Nude and a bit wet still, in the cool air on a cold toilet. That's where the cat was when he felt the jet--sudden heat. A steaming, hot heat flashed and startled him. It was on his inner thigh. The little cat looked down suddenly, unsure what on earth had just happened.

That was when the cat saw the stream now splashing against his inner thigh, stemming from the bear's dick. The cat couldn't possibly figure out what the bear was doing, not even waiting for the cat to get off the toilet. The yellowish fluid mostly ran down his thigh and into the toilet, but the angle caused some droplets to wind up on his arm, on his belly, chest, junk.

He squirmed at the sick feeling of hot urine being so casually splattered onto him. The cat started to rise to get off the pot and out of the way of the pissing bear. That was when a massive paw suddenly landed on his head, pushing his white seat back on the white seat.

Eyes rolled up to look at the bear. Obscuring part of his face was the cell phone that now had its back to him. The bear's stream was now on his own crotch, impressive since he was only aiming with his hips. He could see that fat pink tongue slide out past those black lips, wetting them to a gloss as the handsome bear clearly found some sexual satisfaction from watching the cat get pissed on..

Ears were splayed. It was bad enough that he was being humiliated like this by the big bear-- the bear he'd already asked to leave-- but that he was being filmed was terrible. Worse even, as the bear apparently got his rocks off from watching the piss splatter on the poor cat, very slightly tinting his short white fur as it was soaked. His dick was getting harder. Growing only semi-hard, the cock didn't change the trajectory that much, but it was enough to bring the stream up to his tummy and right below his chest. This was a tall bear, here, after all.

Darwin's nose was breathing all hot and heavy now, very unfortunately as the cat began to reek of the male's steamy hot piss. The bear's hand slid down the cat's face, caressing it rather roughly. Darwin winced through the uncomfortable attention as a thumb slid between his lips and then kind of jammed his jaw open. Lowering his brows, the cat did as he was forced to do-- he wasn't strong enough not to. The bear's hand let go, but grabbed his cock.

His tongue was the first to know the offense as the bear took the cat's slack-jawed confusion and startle to blaze a trail of piss up the slender feline's front and square into his maw. The taste was immediately salty, then bitter, then SALTY. Darwin opened his eyes wide and turned his head. There was already a good pool of piss in his maw and now his alternative was taking it as a hot, strong stream against his cheek.

He wanted to run from the warm water jetting his face. The bear let out a lewd shuddered sigh as his stream began to trickle. It hadn't been too long, frankly. The entire ordeal was probably over in a minute or two. However, for the cat it seemed like an hour. The bear leaned in, poking the cat's face with the tip of his dick as he unceremoniously squeezed his mostly hard cock from base to tip, drooling the last few bits of piss out right between his lips, causing it to dribble down his already yellowish chin.

The cat shook his head a bit, face reeling in utter disgust. But it was over. He coughed a bit. Some of it had actually managed to slide down his throat. He felt like this was the first time in his life the taste buds on the back of his tongue worked-- and VIBRANTLY so. The cat spat and huffed, muzzle still steamy from the hot acrid piss. He didn't think he'd ever get rid of this taste or smell.

Once he'd opened his eyes again, the bear was already walking away, pants on, phone being slipped into his pocket. In an almost ironic act of hygiene the bear ran his paws under the water for a few moments before shaking them off and walking out of the bathroom. A few minutes later there was a slam on the door.

And then he was there. It was just him. It was him and the sound of running water. Him and the sound of fluorescent bulbs buzzing almost imperceptibly. Him and the sound of a drop of bear urine dripping from his wet chin into the pool in the toilet every few moments. "Plop."

It was him and the sound of his phone in the other room, buzzing against the wood of a dresser. Several texts from the bear whose name the cat couldn't even remember.

"oh and send me bf's work schedule so i can fuck u again asap"

Even better:

"Picture MMS Received [Download]"

And he just sat there, bear piss cooling in his fur, looking exactly like the photo he'd just received. His boyfriend would be back home in only a few hours.