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Kinktober 2022 Wet Edition, Days 22-28

Day 22: Bondage

Today, Officer Judy Hopps of the Zootopia Police Department was involved in a training accident while off duty at her apartment. Specifically, she was learning to resist Erotic Interrogation Techniques with the assistance of Officer Nicholas Wilde when things went horribly wrong.

“Nick, this isn't funny anymore. Just untie me and let me go to the bathroom!"

“Would a real criminal untie a cop to let her go to the bathroom?"

“Yes, they would, because one, I already told you where the top secret documents are being moved to, and -"

“True, but now you have no more leverage. There's no incentive for me to release you. So I think I'll keep you as a hostage and they'll deliver the documents right to me."

Judy glared. “The incentive is that the criminal's bed is going to be soaked in urine soon if he doesn't, and he'll be cleaning it up."

“Who said it was his bed? You think I'm some amateur who would tie up an incontinent bunny up on his own bed?"

“Yes Nick, I do, because you moved in with me and you sleep here. And this side is going to become your side if I have an accident on it."

“That's not how territory marking works, Carrots. If you pee on something, it becomes yours."

Judy winced, straining against the cuffs. She was in an extremely vulnerable position, completely naked, flat on her back, with a pair of non-police-issue handcuffs holding her hands over her head and a very non-police-issue spreader bar holding her ankles apart. The novelty carrot-shaped vibrator inside her made it even worse. She didn't mind the cum drying on her belly, or on her muzzle and whiskers, but her bladder ached. “Okay, Nick, I get it. Enough playing around. I need to take a break from the exercise, and use the little bunnies' room, and then you can tie me back up. You can even supervise me to make sure I don't try anything funny. But I really can't make it much longer."

Now Nick was the one who squirmed uncomfortably. “Uhh... the thing is, Carrots, I'd love to, but there's just one little -"

“Oh no. Nick? Where are the keys?"

“Which keys, specifically. The ones to the police cruiser? The ones to the apartment? The ones to my locker?"

“The keys to these fucking handcuffs, Nick!"

“Okay. Do I know where those specific keys are at this specific moment, no. Have I been trying very hard to find them? Yes. So I think I deserve at least partial credit for effort."

“Fuck. Fuck." Judy was starting to panic now, and that made the desperation feel even worse. “No, wait! It's okay, use the spare key, it's in the bathroom sink cabinet taped to the back of the front panel above the door."

“I know, Judy. I'm talking about the spare."

What?

“What do you mean that was the spare?"

“I mean, I used the spare key to lock the cuffs because the regular ones weren't available."

“How the – how the fluff did you lose two sets of keys?"

“I didn't lose them both! I know where the other one is, they're in my locker at the station! I got them switched around and didn't realize it 'til we got home!"

“Please tell me you're joking."

“I'm as serious as Mr. Big discussing debt repayment pans, fluff."

“Oh, sweet Cheese and Crackers." The reality of the situation slowly set in. Denial, the first stage of grief, turned to anger. “Why the hell did you cuff me to the bed when you knew we didn't have a spare key!"

“I'm sorry!" Nick whimpered. “It's our first day off in two weeks and there was the double yesterday and I knew how much you were looking forward to this so I didn't want to ruin it because I knew you'd be furious at me!"

“Well, I'm furious at you now because I'm handcuffed to the bed and you lost the key!" Judy snapped. “Damn it – take this vibrator out so I can think!"

That, at least, he could do.

“Okay. Just drive to the station and get the other set. If anyone asks tell them you left the apartment key and I locked mine inside."

“You want me to leave you, tied to the bed, naked, by yourself, for an hour? Forty-five minutes if I turn the lights on."

“Fuck. No! Okay, then, can't you pick the lock?"

“I could try. It would be the first time."

“You're telling me that you, Nick Wilde, don't know how to pick a lock? With your career?"

“I was a con artist, not a burglar. I don't do breaking and entering."

Judy groaned. She knew how, but coaching Nick turned out to be completely useless, and she was getting desperate.

“I could call a locksmith," he offered.

“Are you nuts? I don't want a locksmith to see me like this! If this got on the internet -"

“Carrots, relax, I know a guy. He'll be discrete, I promise."

But Nick's alleged locksmith didn't pick up. “Fi - I mean my contact's not picking up. He's probably asleep at this hour."

“Wait - your contact is Finnick? Nick, that's worse than a stranger seeing me naked on the bed! Oh my God!"

“Is it embarrassing, yes, for both of us, would he blab, no."

Her next suggestion was a hacksaw, but there wasn't one in the apartment, and Judy's claw file did nothing to the chain. What he did find was helpful, in a way.

“If we slide the plastic wrap under you, and a couple towels, at least the bed won't get ruined."

“The bed? What about me? I don't care if the bed's fine, I'm still going to – going to piss myself!"

“Well, the good news is, I did check the bathroom and it turns out there's this thing called a shower in there -"

“You son of a bitch!" she snarled. “I can't believe you're still teasing me when this is your fault!"

“I think you bear at least partial blame. I warned you drinking all that coffee was a bad idea. Anyway, I found a 24-hour locksmith with a reputation for being... discrete. But he said it's a four-hour wait."

Four hours.

Four. Hours.

Judy finally moved on to depression and acceptance. There was no chance of making it that long. She was going to have an accident.

“Come on, Carrots, just get it over with." Nick comforted the crying bunny and patted her head. “You'll feel better if you just let it all out."

Judy resisted as long as she could. She was used to holding it in: she grew up in a house with lots of siblings and one bathroom, and sometimes it was hard for smaller animals to find an appropriately sized public restroom. But three cups of coffee was just too much. Nick was right. Better to just get it over with. She squirmed, groaned, and tried to get into a less uncomfortable position. Then, she took a deep breath and tried to pretend she wasn't about to pee herself and her bed.

Sss... the sound of her bladder beginning to leak was mortifyingly loud to her sensitive ears. Judy whimpered, and felt the flow get stronger. A powerful stream arced into the air, splashing down on the raincoat, then – fuck, on her bound knee and paw – then past the edge of the coat!

“Oh god, oh god! Nick! Help! Towel!"

She realized that he was touching himself. That pervert was actually pawing off watching her piss herself. Judy's whiskers were on fire with shame, but she couldn't stop. Nick swore and hurriedly draped a towel over her crotch. It was soon saturated with the flood gushing out of her. Judy panted, and if it weren't for the cuffs would have joined Nick without thinking about what was happening. Oh, cheese and crackers it felt so good. Why did it feel so good to just empty her bladder while she lay? Warm liquid was soaking her tail, and the puddle slowly advanced up her back to her shoulders.

When it was all over, and Judy lay there, hot, bothered, and humiliated, marinating in a puddle of her own pee, a knowing smirk spread across Nick's face. He went to the nightstand drawer and retrieved a small object from inside. He dangled it in front of her face, but Judy took a moment to even realize what she was looking at.

“Well, would you look at that, I guess I didn't leave them in my locker! What do you know? I guess they were here the whole time!"

Judy blinked at him in shock.

“Isn't that funny? You know, I checked everywhere else, but I guess they were right here all along, sooo clooose, while you, my little bunny, wet the bed."

“I hate you so – so much!" Judy had tears in her eyes, but she couldn't keep a straight face. “You - you did it all on purpose!"

“Yes I did. Looks like I've still got it. And you fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Dumb bunny."

“Sly fox," she responded automatically.

Nick laughed, and went to uncuff her. But as soon as he undid the spreader bar, Judy reached for the towel and brought it to her face. She took a deep sniff. “Oh, wow," she moaned. “All right, Wilde, here's the deal. I'll play hostage situation. I know you had too much coffee too. I've seen you squirming. I'll cooperate... if you fuck me silly in this bed, gag me with this towel, and then take me to the bathroom and see how well I hold up to waterboarding."

Day 23: Hate Sex

You've never been a dog person, and the feeling's mutual. In particular, you've always hated the neighbor's mutt, Bella, and she hates you back. She's part German Shepherd, husky, and part pitbull, and has the worst traits of all of them. Being able to talk isn't much of a redeeming quality either, not when the bitch barks at all hours, shouts swear words, and always goes nuts whenever you're out in your backyard trying to quietly enjoy your home. The last time her tennis ball went over the fence, you punctured it. Not to mention every time that goddamn dog goes for a walk she takes a massive dump on your lawn, which your neighbor never cleans up.

But today, your relationship takes a turn for the worse. You're just trying to rake the leaves off your patio and tune out the furious barking, when suddenly, the vicious mutt scales the fence, and is upon you before you can get to the door. With expert K9 takedown skills which are the only thing her owner seems to have trained her in, the malevolent mutt tackles you to the ground and pins you down, breathing foul dog breath in your face.

“Get off! Bad dog!" you try to remove her, but she snarls. “Sorry, sorry, please don't maul me!"

“I'm not going to maul you, asshole!" she barks. “Shut up and fuck me!"

“Huh?"

“You heard me!" Bella climbs off and presents her disgusting rear end, lifting her tail and revealing a swollen, engorged pussy. “Either fuck me or I'll make you!"

“What? Are you insane?"

“Don't get the wrong idea!" she barks. “It's not like I like you or anything! I'm not even attracted to humans! But I'm in heat and my owner won't give me a stud, so I have to settle for you."

“I'm not having sex with you, you're a dog! And even if I were into dogs, you're the last one I'd ever fuck, because you're an evil, annoying bitch!"

“I live next door to you, dipshit, I know how pathetic your sex life is. You haven't had a date in two years: you're in no position to be choosy."

“You can do what you want to me, but I am not under any circumstances having sex with an animal," you say, adamant in your conviction. “Especially one that isn't house-trained."

Two minutes later, you're mounting the mean-spirited mutt while she snarls insults of your manhood. As it turns out, getting your ankle used as a chew toy really, really hurts.

“What a shrimp-dick! I've seen chihuahuas that are better hung than you! God, no wonder you're single!"

“Then why don't you go molest one of them instead!" You put some extra anger into the next thrust, and yank on her collar. “Oh that's right, your owner probably won't let any male dog near you because you'll neuter them!"

“I'll neuter you if you don't do better than this!"

Another two minutes later, and Bella is bellowing insults at you like a drill sergeant for losing your boner.

“It's not my fault you're ugly even for a dog!" you complain, and spitefully decide to finger her as roughly as possible, but then reconsider due to even more detailed threats about what she'll do to your manhood, and also the threat of having to go down on her instead.

Much to your annoyance her sloppy tongue causes your erection to return with a vengeance, meaning you have to keep humping her.

“You'd better not pull out or you will be using your tongue!" she warns. But just as you let out the first moan of climax she steps forward, making you slip free and stumble, spurting a massive, sticky load all over her rump. “Oops," she says with an evil grin.

“I hate you so much."

“Shut up. It's your own fault for not making me cum." She rolls on her back and spreads her legs. “Be a good boy or I'll sit on your face."

“Oh fuck, it stinks!"

“You've got some nerve complaining about my junk: I've got a more sensitive nose than you! When was the last time you washed your dick?"

Almost two hours of angry sex with an abusive animal, and you've reached your limit in more ways than one. Physically, you're exhausted. Emotionally, your self-esteem is in tatters. No matter how you try to assert your dominance over the badly behaved bitch, from spanking her to spattering her face with cum, she's still always in control. In fact, you have to ask permission to even use the bathroom. She's denied you three times, and you made sure to drink plenty of water before doing yard work. You're bursting.

But then, a terrible and disgusting idea strikes you. An idea inspired by many hours upvoting unfunny Reddit comments.

“Ugh! I hate myself for being such a desperate, needy slut that I'd let a loser like you fuck me!" she pants. “And by the way, you're going to hell for taking advantage of a dog in heat, but if you are, you could at least treat me like a real dog would."

You can take no more. You do exactly what the internet has suggested. “You want me to act like a dog? Okay, I'll act like a fucking dog!" You pull out with a wet SCHLEPP, tackle her to the ground, and start angrily pissing on her flank. “This is for my begonias!"

“Hey! What the fuck?" she barks. “Are you seriously peeing on me, you freak?"

“What's wrong, isn't this what dogs do? Mark their territory? You trespassed in my yard, so now your ass is mine!"

“Hey, that's the first sexy thing you've said all day! Maybe you've got some potential after all!" She pants."

“What the fuck? You're into this?"

“No!" she yaps, blushing through her fur. “Shut up!" rolls onto her back. You continue to mount her, letting your strong stream drench her belly. “Ugh! Fine, piss all over me! Prove you're no better than an animal! Yeah, that's right. Lift your leg and soak me! But don't think this makes us mates or anything. I'm only letting you piss on me because I'm in heat! Fuck... it's so warm!" she gasps, then wrinkles her nose. “Yuck, it smells like asparagus! Fuck you!"

“Shut up! My lawn reeks of dog piss because of you!" You impulsively direct the stream even higher, splashing yellow liquid across her cheek.

“God damnit! My face, really?" But she doesn't get out of the way. Bella stands up, her tail wagging furiously, and wiggles around while you shower her fur, then to your shock and horror puts her face under again, and opens her mouth. “Cut it out. This tastes horrible. I'm not – I'm not gonna drink your pee like some mongrel slut! I – fuck!" she gurgles. The mutt is now thoroughly being used as a urinal. But being sprayed with a jet of liquid causes her canine instincts to take over. “WHARBGLLBRARBLGLLGGLL!"

“What's the matter? You thirsty?"

“Fuck you, this is your fault for being a bad host and not putting water out for me!"

“Yeah, right, I bet you drink out of the toilet even when your asshole owner doesn't flush!"

“Shut up!"

You're surprised by how much you held in. By the time your stream peters out, that dog is drenched. But you soon realized that you've made a terrible, terrible mistake. “My turn being on top now," the menacing mutt snarls as she tackles and mounts you, forcing you to get up close and personal with seventy pounds of extremely wet dog.

“Stop licking my face... please... you were right about the asparagus..." you beg as her slobbery tongue slathers you in urine-contaminated drool.

“Fine, I'll stop licking your face, you whiny prick!" She turns around and starts slobbering all over your schlong. Her rancid vulva is dripping all over your face, and the naughty bitch mashes her butt down on you. “Start licking. What's the matter you stupid dogfucker? This is what dogs do too: sniff each other's butts!"

But there's worse in story for you than merely piss-soaked canine cunnilingus. Because suddenly, with a lous hiss, she squats over you and blasts you right in the face with a pressurized jet of pent-up puppy pee.

“Ha! Did you think I'd let you get away with marking me?" she barks, rubbing your penis with her paws while she potties so that you stay shamefully hard. “I'm the alpha dog, and don't you forget it!"

“Stop it!" you splutter under the golden waterfall. It's eye-stingingly acid, grass-destroying piss, and it's coming out of her like a faucet. “Fuck! Fuck, I got it in my nose!"

"Good, I hope you drown in it you sicko! I drank yours, so you'd better not pussy out of drinking mine!"

“B-bad doggglglbblgglblglug!" your mouth floods with the noxious, foaming torrent. Jesus, how long was she holding this in? Her bladder must be enormous! You swallow gulp after gulp of the repugnantly bitter, salty liquid, and soon end up drenched, as she rudely lifts her leg and showers every inch of your body.

“Good boy," she growls. “Maybe humans like you are useful for something after all."

Day 24: Bukkake

Today, the Royal Sex Institute at the University of Cambridge is conducting a scientific study to determine whether male porn stars perform better if their Fluffer is in fact fluffy. They are performing the experiment using one of the softest and luxurious furbearers known: ermine.

Oh all right, there is no Royal Sex Institute. It's just a bunch of uni students in a basement conducting their experiment on their own time. They don't have the budget for a full-sized coat, and even if they did there'd be no one to wear it, because only one woman answered the ad looking for volunteer research subjects, and she left when they told her she'd have to be the control group.

No, the only fur coat they have is still on the animal. And believe it or not, this isn't even an ermine! She's just an ordinary stoat, and her fur used to be brown. Without a control group the scientific value of analyzing her performance as a feral fluffer is limited, but qualitatively it's clear she deserves to be the star of the show.

Stoats are known for their tenacity in taking down prey much larger than themselves, and this eager female shows similar preference in partners. She has no fear even of sucking a cock larger than her whole body, and twining her slinky, sinuous self around it like a stripper pole.

But the seductive stoat is much too good at her job, and soon her pelt begins to be painted. It starts with a simple creampie, then Sloppy Seconds, then Frothy Thirds, Foamy Fourths, and Filthy Fifths, then escalates still further to Slimy Sixths, Sticky Sevenths, Icky Eighths, Naughty Ninths, and even Trashy Tenths. They rather unscientifically lost count at Nasty Nineteenths, and that was two hours ago.

Yes, this sloppy, slutty, semen-spattered stoat's formerly silky coat is completely covered in cummies now, turning her a rather gross off-white color. She's drank her fill as well, and now lies writhing in the mess with fresh cum filling her mouth and bubbling out her nose, while a helpful student stimulates her with an electric toothbrush. What a cute, messy mustelid! She's absolutely filthy, layer after layer of crusty and goopy congealed spooge caked all over her fur.

She's exhausted by the marathon session, but still stands up on her hind legs when the next lad approaches, wobbling and leaning on his dick for support. She laps and slurps, hoping for another helping of man-mayonnaise. And she gets one, but then things don't go quite the way she expected. By now the students have all had a few pints, and that liquid is going right through them. The uncouth upperclassman decides he might as well use her as a urinal as well as a cumdumpster, and the stoat is surprised with a powerful jet of piss. She squeaks indignantly as the foaming torrent pours down on her.

The rest of the Royal Sex Institute intervene... by putting the shocked stoat in a large plastic tub so there won't be as much of a mess made of the floor.

The ersatz ermine is not pleased. Minks and otters would be happy with getting all wet, but golden showers are out of her comfort zone. But then she realizes she's still getting soaked in copious amounts of warm, salty fluid from men's penises, and there's so much more from his bladder than from his balls. She decides she might as well enjoy it.

Soon the stoat is soaked, and standing up to her waist in urine, but she just stands there letting them drench her. Some of the cum is washing out of her fur, but she's not getting any cleaner. One man's especially strong stream bowls her off her feet and she splashes down in the lake in the bowl. She lies there getting pressure-washed with pee, then gets up and wiggles her rump in the air as a target while she laps at the lake and blows bubbles in it.

After a few more showers, the sweet, soggy stoat climbs out of the tub, and slurps at some students' sausages until she's spattered with a fresh layer of sticky spooge. But she rejects any help cleaning up. Instead, emboldened by her experiences, she drags herself upside down and takes another generous load on her face and thighs. Thick, creamy cum coats her face and pools in her mouth. She lets out a gurgling whimper, and yellow rain starts to pour from her pussy, splashing right on her face and in her mouth. Good grief, she held in so much for such a little creature! Did the students even think to let her take a potty break?

For now, it's time for the research time to clean up the 'lab,' and give the sopping stoat a bath. But the outcome of this experiment has clearly shown that more studies are needed.

Day 25: Collaring

Today is Scat Only, sorry! If you're into that, you can check out the other version of this story.

Day 26: Petplay

Fox in Socks is back again.

One of the many responsibilities of owning a pet is potty training, and today, Fox's Master has taken the day off work because she needs a lesson badly. Repetition is important to make sure the information soaks in, so to make the most of the day he spikes her morning water bowl with powerful diuretics. This way even with her large bladder she will have to go many times all day, and be reminded of all the places a pet fox should or should not pee.

Can a fox pee outside in the backyard? Not yet, the door is closed and her master is still having breakfast and reading the newspaper. Fox in Socks made it through the night without peeing the bed, but just barely, and a bowl of water with breakfast doesn't help. She whimpers, and pleads, and begs, and scratches at the door. Bad fox. Foxes should be patient.

Uh oh, too late! Bad Fox! She didn't even make it fifteen minutes before she had an accident all over the floor! This is why she needs remedial house-training. It is always important to have negative consequences for misbehavior, no matter how much a pet insists that she didn't mean to. Now Amber's master makes her show that she knows the basics, such as sit, down, and roll over. She must stand, sit, lie, and roll in the yellow puddle she made on the kitchen floor: that is the natural consequence of peeing on the floor.

Can a fox pee in a litterbox? No she cannot. Foxes like to dig, and would get cat litter or sand everywhere. Therefore a fox litterbox must be lined with newspapers, but those get very soggy and gross. Fox's master puts a litterbox down as a test to see if she remembers the rules. But when her bladder fills very quickly, she doesn't remember. She rushes to the litterbox, and gushes in the litterbox. Stupid fox. She has made a huge puddle and stood in it, and gets wet newspaper stuck to her paws.

Can a fox pee in the toilet? No: the toilet is only for humans. That is why the lid is locked, so it cannot be lifted by a four-pawed fox. But Amber already has to go again. She paces around the house, whining and quivering, until her bladder can take no more. She rushes to the bathroom, but she cannot use the toilet.

Can a fox pee in the bathtub? Definitely not. The bathtub is for getting clean. But the desperate fox thinks she can get away with it without getting caught. She hops into the tub, and squats, and lets it all out. But her master hears the liquid running down the drawn, and comes in and catches her red handed. Oops! Bad Fox! Her master shouts that she is disgusting, and now he will have to shower in a tub that is dirty with fox piss. Now she has to shower in piss and see how much she likes it! He orders her to stay, unzips his pants, and showers his fox in the bathtub. Poor Fox.

After she gets a real shower, it is time to take Fox for a walk.

Can a fox pee on a walk? No: it is in public, and besides, pets cannot be allowed to mark their territory outside their owners' property or they will become entitled. She cannot pee in the grass or on the sidewalk, or in the flowers, or on a tree. But by the time her master is ready to walk his fox, she is already complaining and doing a potty dance. So after she is leashed and harnessed, he puts a diaper on her.

Can a fox pee in her diaper? No: that is unacceptable. A full-grown, house-trained vixen should never ever wet herself like a stupid, disgusting kit. But Amber's master made sure she was very well hydrated before her walk, as any responsible pet owner should. Her already full bladder is soon throbbing and twinging with agonizing pressure. She hobbles along, clenching her legs together, and soon she begs to go home and says she cannot make it much longer. Lazy fox. She needs the exercise.

Fox can't hold it after all. Just after they finally turn back, she stops. Her bladder starts to spurt its contents into her padding, but her master tugs her leash impatiently, forcing her to waddle on, leaking more and more profusely until the dam bursts. A strong stream sprays noisily against her diaper, making a big wet spot that rapidly grows until her diaper is soaked and stained yellow. Bad fox. Her punishment is that she has to walk all the way home in her soggy diaper, and even when she gets home she is not allowed to be changed for a while. She can sit in timeout in her wet padding and think about what she has done.

Can a fox pee in her diaper again? She might as well, since she's already wet, and she's not getting out of timeout just because she says her bladder is full again already. Besides, her bladder is tired. She wets herself three more times, until the saturated diaper leaks all down her legs and wets her second set of socks.

Can a fox pee during a diaper change? She shouldn't, but she does anyway. A little foxy fountain escapes her as she lies on her back. Then it becomes a not-so-little foxy fountain, and sprays her master. Oops.

After she has been thoroughly spanked and made to wear her flooded diaper on her face as punishment, Fox has to wait in her crate while her master goes to the shops.

Can a fox pee in her crate? She tries so hard not too, but it's soon too late, because her master is gone longer than she can wait. She yips and screams, and tries to escape, but the fox is so desperate she accepts her fate. She just pees all over her own bedding, and has to sit and marinate in her fluids until her master comes home and discovers his pet is all wet once again. Clearly she hasn't learned her lesson, and needs another dose of diuretics.

Can a fox pee on a potty pad? Yes. Soon the poor vixen is desperately pacing and shuffling from paw to paw. Her master lays down a puppy training pad on the floor, and she gratefully rushes to it and lets go. Good girl. The padding keeps the puddle nice and contained. But after three more fox floods, it is totally soaked.

Can a fox pee in her bed? No, a fox should not pee in her bed, but her afternoon nap ends in disaster. Her master promised to change her potty pad in three hours, but she had to go now. But she wanted to be a good fox, so she curled up in her fluffy pink bed with her bladder uncomfortably full. She has a dream that she was allowed to go potty during a walk but somehow got her leash tangled between her legs and urinated all over it. She wakes up, breathes a sigh of relief that it was only a dream, only to realize that only the leash and the walk were a dream, but the stream of warm liquid gushing from her privates and soaking into her fur is all too real.

Poor fox. Her master rubs her nose in her soaked bed, and she loses potty pad privileges for failing to use it.

Can a fox pee in her own food dish? No, that is disgusting! But after supper, her master doesn't let her out to go potty like he promised, and she is soon so desperate that she has no other choice. She knows better, but she squats over the empty metal bowl and empties her bladder into it. Her master is furious. He tells her that bowls are only for eating and drinking, so anything she fills it with she must want to consume. The vixen squeals, and insists she doesn't want to, and begs her master not to, but she cannot get out of her punishment. He holds her by the collar with her nose to the bowl, and doesn't let her stop until she has lapped up all the bitter, hot, salty liquid.

Can a fox pee in her master's lap? Absolutely not! And it wasn't even an accident this time! She curls up on the couch with her master while he watched the hockey game, but after the fourth time he refused to let her out to go potty during the game, even during the commercial breaks and intermission, she did a very naught thing out of spite for making her drink her own urine earlier. She climbs onto her lap, looks him right in the eye, and pisses. This finally gets him to pay attention to her instead of the hockey game. Good grief, she really had to go! There's so much! She turns around and sprays his shirt with pale yellow spurts of pee. Bad, bad fox!

Can a fox pee on herself? Yes, and that is just what she must do for punishment after the hockey game is over. She has to be put upside-down against the back of the sofa, and hold her pee until her bladder bursts, then empty it in a shimmering golden fountain all over herself. Amber whimpers and squirms as her own amber liquid rains down on her crotch, her feet and paws, her tummy and chest, and all over her face. She is getting all wet, but she deserves it.

Day 27: Watersports

Today, a Pokemon trainer was looking for ways to spend time with her newly evolved Vaporeon. When she saw a Pokemon Watersports Gym on an online map, it was so promising she went without even checking the website, and arrived with a swimsuit, snorkel, and flippers. But when she and her pet walk in the door, there wasn't a pool in sight, and the trainer's face is soon burning with embarrassment.

There are many kinds of water sports that trainers and their pokemon can participate in together. There's swimming, diving, surfing and waterskiing, but there's also a much more fun kind, playing with “water" directly from their bodies, and not just water-types can participate. All around the gym, humans and pokemon were enjoying quality bonding time together. Like...

Holding Contests. This Sneasel and Zangoosse are quite evenly matched. The two rivals' bladders are full to bursting after two big glasses of water, but they're determined to win. They glare at each other, both trying to act tough but unable to stop crossing their legs and frantically hopping from paw to paw. It's three hours in, and both their trainers' jeans are soaked, since they've had to supervise their pokemon the whole time with no bathroom breaks. Finally, the Zangoose's resolve breaks, and she looks back at her trainer to beg to be allowed to go potty, but the sight of his wet pants is too much for her. She whimpers sadly and starts having an accident all over her tucked-under tail. Yellow waterfalls run down her legs, getting her fur all wet. But there are no real winners in a contest this close: as soon as the Sneasel sees her opponent pee herself, she gratefully sighs, spreads her paws, and lets it all out. Victorious, but not dry, because she's making a very messy, unstable stream, and she holds her paw to her crotch and blocks the flood with a dam of ice, causing it to pour down her legs and freeze to her fur in golden piss-cicles.

Writing Your Names in the Snow. An Alolan Vulpix provides the snow, and her Braixen and Cinderace teammates, and their trainer, all try to melt their names in it. The man's stream runs out after two letters, and the male Cinderace almost finishes his name, but the female Braixen just doesn't have the accuracy or control. Her stream becomes an illegible, smudged scribble. As the loser of the contest, she has to eat the resulting yellow snow. Meanwhile, the show-off of a Vulpix demonstrates her own artistic talents by leaving an immaculate cursive trail of golden droplets on the floor.

Marking Contests. This Rockruff and Houndour are competing to run around the gym and mark twenty pieces of widely spaced paper as quickly they can, in order, without dribbling on the floor. One little spurt and then they have to clench off the flow and run to the next checkpoint. Or waddle, anyway. Too much speed and they could spring a leak. It's all going well until the Rockruff slips in the Alolan Vulpix's name. He somehow held it in, and the wet pawprints won't be counted against him, but he's fallen behind now. But disaster strikes on the fifteenth obstacle. The paper is taped to the wall, high up, and is hard for such small Pokemon to reach. The Houndour does a handstand and puts her hindpaws against the wall, and pushes out a powerful fountain that splashes the paper. But as she pushes off the wall, her forepaws catch on the paper on the floor and she topples forward. She's so started she sprinkles mid-somersault, and gets herself and the floor all wet. With Houndour disqualified, Rockruff just has to mark his own wall-paper to win, then complete the course at his own pace. Then, just for fun, he lifts his leg and marks his opponent.

Wet T-Shirt Contests. A Samurott, an Arcanine, and a cute little Pachirisu are all competing in teams with their trainers. The Arcanine certainly drenches her trainer's t-shirt with the contents of her full bladder, and the Samurott does the same. It might seem like the Pachirisu has no way of competing... but there's no rule that says the trainer has to be the one wearing the t-shirt. No, the little squirrel Pokemon has her own XXXS-sized shirt, and soon ends up soggy and in second place.

And of course...

Challenge Pissing. That's right, Challenge Pissing! You know the rules. Despite the extreme difficulty of this sport, many Pokemon and trainers are willing to try. A Monferno, Golduck, Luxray, and Deerling all give it a try, and all end up defeated and damp. This female Buizel seems like a promising contender though. She lies down on her back and grips her hindpaws with her forepaws to elevate her rump just right. It's obvious she's practiced, and her bladder is full. She grits her teeth and tenses her muscles with a look of utmost focus and determination. But while she's the only one to achieve the required six feet of height so far, and even succeeds at directing her stream straight up, she definitely gets wet. Soaked. Drenched. Poor thing. Surely this Espeon can't beat that performance. Her technique looks similar, though her stream is far tighter. But look! The gem on her forehead glows, and when it reaches the apex of its arc her fountain of pee stops in midair and gathers into a single shimmering ball of golden liquid.

Yes! Someone has finally won! Six feet two inches, and she's still dry! When the Espeon is told she's done it she leaps to her feet in excitement, but she's so overjoyed that she loses concentration on holding the golden globe aloft. She realizes her mistake just in time for over a liter of liquid to fall on her head all at once. Sploosh!

The trainer's jaw drops in shock at the lewd and disgusting acts taking place in this gym. She apologizes for the confusion and turns to leave, but then she sees the look of rapt, awestruck amazement on her Vaporeon's face. The curious Pokemon paws at her leg pleadingly.

“Oh, all right," she says. “I guess we can try one or two of those games."

Day 28: Grooming

Today is Scat Only, sorry! If you're into that, you can check out the other version of this story.