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Eric and Laila: Finally Getting Wet Together

“Yeah, I... just wanted to make sure you're totally comfortable with this."

“Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

“Not really? The sub's supposed to be the one in control. Please don't tell me you're one of those 50 Shades fucking..."

“What? No!" Eric said defensively into the phone. “No, I know that, that's my point. I know we're not doing anything... that crazy tonight, but I want to make sure you feel safe and, uh, feel safe stopping at any time, and that I'm not forcing you into anything without your consent."

“I know, and you're doing a great job of that, believe me. If I didn't feel like you were being respectful of my boundaries I wouldn't be moving forward with this. But my point is that me being in control means I have a responsibility to respect your boundaries as a dom and not pressure you into doing things to me you aren't comfortable with."

“Wait, really?"

“Yes, Jesus Christ! Who the hell introduced you to this anyway?"

“I did my research, I think I just didn't totally pay attention to that part."

“Anyway, right now it feels like right now I'm the one asking for more extreme stuff and you're seeming kinda uncomfortable but you're having trouble saying no. Is that right?"

“Yeah, it... sort of is."

“Okay. Are you uncomfortable because of what we're actually doing, or are you uncomfortable because of the idea of me being uncomfortable with it?"

“Mostly the second one."

“Okay, can I get a totally honest answer on this?"

“I'm being totally honest."

“Is it because of my size?"

“Kind of, yeah."

Laila sighed. “Okay. Do you think it's something you can work through or... is it hangups, or is that that you're not attracted..."

“No, no, I'm attracted! I am so, so attracted!" Eric said hastily. “Okay, the reason I'm having trouble saying no to stuff isn't you pressuring me, it's that I want to do it and everything you keep asking for sounds fucking hot, it's just... I didn't expect it to be this different when you can't just log off and block me."

There were a couple seconds of dead air. Then Laila admitted: “That's good. That's... I'm really glad you told me that. Confession time, I've been trying to move so fast because... I like you, but sexual compatibility's also really important to me and I've been scared of you pulling away and rejecting me, so I've wanted to... if it happens, kind of get it over with."

“So we basically both want each other really badly but we're afraid of the other not wanting us?"

“I guess so," she said. “So... how can we make it better?"

“I'm not... totally sure."

“How about we hold off on doing an actual contract a bit longer, and I'll try to be more... openly enthusiastic. Would that help you feel more comfortable?"

“Yeah. I mean... I would like to try more... bondage-ey stuff at some point, I just want to be totally sure you really enjoy it. And I can... I don't know, call you slutty or something. Since you're not feeling degraded enough."

“Ooh, you're such a bad boy," Laila monotoned.

“I mean, I'll put more effort into it than that."

“Not a high standard. Okay, I gotta go vacuum the living room soon before my roommate stabs me, but I have one more thing I need to ask."

“What?"

The fennec's voice became sultry and seductive. “I've been holding my pee for four hours," she crooned. “Please don't under any circumstances let me let it out. At least, not voluntarily."

“Shouldn't you go before the date? Our reservation's at six, that'll be... what, seven hours by the time we get home?" The plan was to have sex on full bladders. Eric had just started his hold before the call, figuring he might have a glass or two of wine with dinner, and... fuck it, he'd have a couple, to loosen up. The diuretic effect of the alcohol wouldn't hurt either. They could uber home.

“Oh ye of little faith. Don't worry, I'll make it... you got the waterproof mattress topper, right?"

“Yeah, but I thought you said you'll make it."

“I can make it home. Do you know what voluntarily means?"

“Oh, true, you still don't have bathroom privileges at my place, right?" Eric put the phone on speaker and started typing in a couple porn site URLs.

“That's what you told me. I'd hate to think what would happen if I had an accident, though."

“Ohh... Eric, I have to pee so badly!" Laila whined as they stumbled in the door several hours later. They'd stayed for dessert. She'd kind of egged him on until he insisted. He was a little buzzed, not as much as he was going to, but he wasn't sure he could have held more than two drinks and however much water he'd drunk for that long. The poor fennec had to be desperate. But she'd kept giving him hints as the night wore on, and it turned on more and more, plus the little bit of alcohol in his system being just enough to lower those pesky inhibitions.

“Well, you can pee in the shower like an animal." Eric felt like he had to give her an out, a chance to show she truly wanted this.

“Nooo! Not until you fuck me like one! You promised!" There wasn't a drop of alcohol in her system – Laila said it was too dangerous for carnivorous furs like her, especially with how small her body weight was – but there was far more than a drop of other liquids. Eric was astounded and a little frightened by the amount of water and soda she'd put away. Glass after glass after glass. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost eight hours... no, almost nine. He still hadn't gotten around to changing it for Daylight Savings Time yet. Nine hours since the last time she'd peed. He'd kept warning her to pace herself, but she'd actually done it. Eric had held it that long a couple times, but only by avoiding drinking too much liquid, and he was in pain by the end of it. He was almost in pain now, the pressure in his bladder so much he was careful not to jostle it as he walked. Was it his imagination, or was Laila's stomach actually bulging out under her shirt?

“Okay, but this is your last chance. I'm gonna fuck you 'til I'm done. I'm and if you piss on my bed I'll have to punish you." Eric had intentionally blueballed himself watching piss bondage porn, both to get in the mood and as “research" and “inspiration."

“Wow, I'm really scared!" Laila deadpanned.

“You should be. Now take off all your clothes... all of them. Even your panties."

“Are you sure? I don't think these'll get in the way too much." Laila giggled. She unbuttoned her jeans with a sigh of relief, revealing panties much less substantial than Eric expected. “Oh, wow, those were really pressing on my bladder." She bent over, wagging her fluffy tail high in the air and tugging the black fabric aside. “What do you think?"

“Oh, all right. Those can stay on."

“Thank you, master!" Laila climbed onto the bed, being obviously careful of her overfilled bladder, but then recklessly flopped down on her back. “What are we gonna do on the bed, Onii-chan? Pomf!"

“You said the 'pomf' out loud?" Eric couldn't contain his laughter. “Again?" She'd done that on a previous date, but it hadn't stopped being funny. Or adorable. He barely contained his urine. Fuck... This wasn't going to be easy. He'd jacked off with a full bladder before, but all the movement would put even more pressure on it. He hoped Laila wasn't expecting him to drag this out too much. Yeah, last date she'd said she wanted it all over her the next time she saw him pee, but all over the bed? The mattress cover was only there just in case.

“I'm not heavy enough to make it pomf."

“I guess not."

“So what are we going to do? Blep!" She stuck her tongue out partway and wagged her tail, still lying with her legs spread.

“Jesus, do you want me to piss on you or myself? Stop making me laugh! Fuck, that's adorable, though..."

“And you're only seeing it with my face dry..."

“God, are you sure you haven't been drinking?"

“Not drunk, just horny because I've been bursting all evening. And you asked me to act more enthusiastic. Am I overdoing it?"

“I mean... yes, but don't stop." Eric glanced down at his fully erect johnson. She hadn't even touched him yet. Time to change that. “Now, you said you wanted me to fuck you like an animal?" He lumbered towards her.

“I'd like to point out that many animals have elaborate courtship rituals with lots of foreplay."

“You mean, like... belly rubs?" Eric climbed onto the bed next to her. His weight dented the mattress enough that she almost rolled toward him. He laid his hand on her belly – starting high, just under her ribs around her second pair of nipples, but he moved gradually downwards, feeling the contours of tight muscles under the soft fur. And his hand encountered a hill. Her lower stomach was bulged outwards, but not totally like bloating or even pregnancy. It was narrower, like there was a taught little balloon inside her. Or, not really little.

“Eeeeee... oh my god, that's right on my bladder!"

“I know." He tortured Laila's bladder a little longer, then moved down even further, slipping one finger underneath the waistband of her panties. “Oh my god, are you sure you didn't piss yourself already? You're all wet!"

“I have an omorashi fetish and you're acting surprised? Come on, you know why I'm wet, now do something about it!"

“Something? You mean like this?" Eric turned her around so her crotch was facing him, and buried his face in it, tugging her panties aside. He sniffed and nuzzled her adorable fuzzy folds, then licked at them a little, just darting his tongue in and out a little. But as much as he wished he could stay there all night, a shudder of desperation warned him that having his mouth so close to her pee hole was dangerous. Maybe someday... “Is that animalistic enough for you?" he asked.

“I guess so." Laila ran the fuzzy back of her hand up and down Eric's shaft a couple times, then pressed her pawpad against the tip, lightly wetting it with the drop of pre that oozed out. “is doing this dry a bad idea?"

“Yes, very. Hang on, lemme grab the lube..."

“Don't worry, I've got this..." she rolled over and nuzzled him with her cold wet nose, then licked, intentionally coating as much of his cock in drool as possible. Meanwhile he massaged her crotch with his fingers. She took over with her hands as well, but kept licking his bare chest and letting out soft groans.

It didn't last long. Or rather, Eric didn't. “Oh, fuck... Laila, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

“Pee or cum?"

“Cum!"

“Okay, then get up! So you're above me!" She slowed her pace to gentle strokes, barely touching him.

“Huh?" Eric got up, and they both knelt on the bed. With the height difference, Laila only came up to his crotch, which she took full advantage of. She licked at the pre-oozing tip again, then took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue from side to side and moving gently in and out.

“Haven't you drunk enough fluids all ready?"

“Yeah, but a little more wouldn't hurt." Laila pulled back, but her fingers immediately picked up where her mouth left off. “Although... think fast, do you want me to spit, swallow, or wear it?"

“Uhh... my brain doesn't have any oxygen right now... fuck, wear it!"

“Good, so do I! Please get me allll messy, master! Use me as a cumrag!"

“Is that what you want, you little... fuzzy thing?" Eric couldn't really reach her crotch, and his hands had just been rubbing her back, but with the cue he took a hold of her ears and tugged gently. “All right. You're my cumrag. You're my little slutty cumrag, and you need to keep jerking me off until I say so... and don't turn your head away, no matter how filthy your bitch face ge – fuuuuuckk..."

Either intentionally blueballing himself was a bad choice, or it was an amazing one. He hadn't lasted, but it was one of the best orgasms of his life, by sensation, by duration, and by volume. Even with just his hand for company it would've been amazing, but instead he was lovingly holding a beautiful fennec fox cumrag in place as she finished him off. Laila gazed lovingly up at him as thick, ropy spurts of hot cum splattered across her muzzle. Her creamed, creamy fur glistened, and her whiskers dripped.

“Good girl..." Eric moaned. She was licking again, pulse after pulse still coming out, getting into her open mouth and on her chin.

But the mess he'd made of her didn't seem to have dampened her mood at all. She was quivering with desperation and squeezing her legs together, but still got down on all fours. “Okay, now fuck me like an animal properly. You know damn well what I meant!"

This was one of the things having a tiny fennec girlfriend made more difficult. To get her rear to the right height, she had to kneel on a couple of plastic-wrapped foam blocks she'd brought. It looked silly, but it didn't look nearly as silly as it looked hot.

“Hey, get your tail out of the way."

“Make me."

Fair enough. Eric grabbed her tail and lifted it by force, then tugged her panties aside again. He didn't think animals used lube, but he generously applied it to both himself and her. Better to be on the safe side if she wanted it rough.

But as good as it felt, Eric had to grit his teeth and make himself keep going. The movement really wasn't helping his need to pee. It didn't seem to be doing Laila's bladder any good either, the trembling fennec was begging to be allowed to use a bathroom – but obviously halfheartedly. He was relieved when the liquid he filled her with was the one he was intending to.

“Fuck... oh my god, my bladder's gonna explode!" Laila clambered down from the blocks in obvious discomfort, her legs trembling and clenched together. “Can you get me a glass of water? I think I've got one more round in me!"

“You want me to give you more liquid?"

“Yeah! It's gone out of my stomach...and into my bladder, so it's time for more. Just... make sure you don't give me too much, okay? I've already drank so much it's going right through me, and I'm already sooooo desperate!" She leaned back, showing off her bulging bladder. “I don't even want to think about how much pee I'm holding in right now..."

Eric wasn't going to lie, he felt like being a cruel boyfriend right now. He filled the largest drinking glass he could find, but when he saw it next to her small body, he lost his nerve and reassured her she didn't have to drink it all. But she did, draining the glass with gulp after gulp of cool, clean water that would soon become warm, not-clean urine.

“I'm about to piss myself," he warned. “I can't keep humping you like that. If you want another round you're gonna have to be on top. But be careful."

“Why?" Laila mounted him, sliding herself over his still-soft dick.

“Because if I piss in you it'll only get your legs and tail wet."

“You've got a point there." Laila rode him like his bladder was made of glass, but the rhythmic bouncing was clearly pushing her almost to the breaking point. “Fuck! This hurts so much, I'm gonna explode! You weren't kidding about the humping, I don't know which is worse, this or... ugh..."

“Do you need to stop?"

“No! I'm... I'm not sure we'll stay dry, but I think I... oof... I think I can... I think I can..."

“What are you, the little vixen that could?"

“I don't know... ohhh, man... please don't say anything that'd make me think of water."

“You mean like waterfalls?"

“Ow... don't... you're making me so desperate!"

“Okay, sorry. I guess I won't talk about waterfalls. I can't imagine having such a full bladder and thinking about all that water gushing, splashing, tumbling down the rocks and getting everywhere..."

“Oww... Oh no... master, my bladder hurts..."

“How's that my problem? I gave you a chance to pee in the shower, but you were too proud and now you're paying for it. You could've just let it all out like a waterfall and gotten it all over your legs, but because you wanted to stay dry you'll have to hold it in until you make me cum. No, no, don't try to get off..." Eric grabbed her wrist, not hard enough that she couldn't pull free if she wanted but hard enough to hold her down on his lap.

“B-but... bathroom!"

“Nope, no bathroom. If you keep asking I'll have to spank you."

“If you spank me I might pee myself!"

“Then don't ask. I'm sorry I talked about waterfalls. Can I not talk about fountains either? That's really a tough mental image, isn't it? Especially since there's already fountains that look like they're peeing... just peeing and peeing forever, so much that they totally fill up the fountain, but they can never, ever stop!"

“I hate you so much!"

“Why? At least I didn't say anything about rivers, or lakes, or the ocean, right? Imagine if I'd asked you to imagine giant waves crashing on a beach. Imagine imagining all that water... water everywhere..."

“If you're going to torture me at least be honest about – oohhh... Laila kept bouncing, with a wet shlicking noise that was making Eric want to pee even worse too. She was pressing on his bladder, and it hurt, but he didn't want to make her get off, because his climax was getting closer and closure as he imagined the adorable little fennec completely losing control of herself all over him. “Fuck, there's gonna be so much... goddamnit, I can't get waterfalls out of my head!"

“Neither can I... but... oh god, here comes a fountain!"

Eric bucked wildly as he climaxed, almost knocking the tiny vixen off himself. A surge of cum filled her tight pussy, leaking out around his shaft. She shuddered and bit her finger. The bouncing stopped, and she got up, letting him slip out, then sat down and rubbed herself against him through the rest of the orgasm. She rolled off him, shivering, her legs clenching together.

“Oh... oh, fuck... I think that round was too much... I'm not sure I can make it to the bathroom... hey Eric, do you think I can make it to the bathroom?"

That was her giving him a chance. She was on the verge of wetting herself involuntarily, and she was giving him a chance to avoid soaking the sheets like they'd planned. But Eric wasn't feeling any post-nut clarity. Right now he just wanted to embrace her and hold her until the sun came up.

And why shouldn't he?

“I'm sure you can... eventually. But... can't you stay here with me a little longer?"

“Mmm... I guess I can..." they'd thoroughly lapsed out of character. Laila's panties were around one ankle, but otherwise her warm, furry body was completely naked, pressed close against his. Her forehead was sticky against his chest, but he didn't really care. He loved her, covered in cum or not.

Wait... he loved her? He loved her. Okay, maybe that was the post-nut clarity. And maybe it was the couple of drinks in him – pounding at the walls of his bladder, but still in him for the moment – but he just blurted it out.

The silence was deafening. Eric's brain went into full panic mode. Not even two months into the relationship he'd said he loved her. Oh god, this was going to scare her away.

“What?"

“I..." he couldn't deny it, but now he was thinking about it he couldn't spit the words out a second time.

“You love me?"

He just nodded.

“Then... I hope you can forgive me."

“What?" Oh fuck, he'd really screwed up now. But she wasn't pulling away. Why wasn't she?

“I love you too... but I just can't hold it anymore," she said affectionately. “Sorry about your sheets..."

She gave a resigned whimper, and Eric felt warm liquid soak his thigh. There was a hiss like a faucet turned partway on.

“Are you... are you having an accident?"

“Yeah..."

“Fuck. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you hold it that long."

“Yeah you should. Oh my god this feels good..."

Eric sat up in the rapidly growing puddle of pale fox piss on his sheets. Laila lay on her back with a contrite look. She clenched her legs together, but a pool of urine welled up between them and ran down her thighs. Her tail was tucked under her, and the fluff was getting soggy.

“It's okay, sweetie. You can let it out. Good girrlllll..." Eric rubbed the fennec's cute little tummy, and pressed firmly on her bladder. “That's it... spread your legs and let me watch you pee yourself."

Laila obeyed, a bubbly pale-yellow fountain still soaking her thigh and crotch and splashing down all over her tail. She looked up at him with innocent puppy-dog eyes. “Do you still love me even though I had an accident?"

“I love you even more because you held it until you had an accident for me."

“Then can I let the rest out?"

“Of course you can."

Laila got up and squatted, forcing out a powerful jet of pee. Her lower back was glistening with drops of her own urine from lying in the puddle.

Eric couldn't resist the temptation. He lay down and cuddled with her in the lake of piss, not caring how wet he got. He massaged Laila's cute little ears and hugged her tight, spooning her and gently dry-humping her sodden rear as she continued to piss herself for what seemed like an eternity.

“Mmm..." she groaned as the stream finally petered out. “That felt nice..."

“Is that all you have to say for yourself? You just peed all over my bed. Look at this, this is – Jesus Christ, you drenched it!"

“It's your fault for keeping talking about waterfalls." She sat up, dripping, and stuck out her cute little tongue. “I told you I had to go."

“How did you even hold this much?" Eric sat up too. His weight had pushed down the mattress topper enough that the sheets around him were actually underwater.

“Lots of practice."

“You know, you can't really make the whole coy and mysterious thing work with cum on your face and your own piss everywhere else."

“Really? I think I just did."

“Nope. Sorry, you're just too soggy. I can't take it seriously. You are adorable, though. Did somebody have a widdle accident?" He leaned forward and made exaggerated kissing noises at her noise.

“Oh god, stop!" she giggled. “If you keep doing that I'm gonna lick you! Hey! I'm ser - “ Eric pulled back, but she lunged forward. A little tug on her wrists, and she toppled forward into his lap. But she wasn't light enough that he didn't feel like he'd been shot in the bladder.

“Oof! Holy fuck! That hurt!" Eric shoved his girlfriend into the puddle of piss on the sheets.

“What happened? Are you okay?"

“Just my bladder. God damnit I've gotta piss!"

“Oh? Wow, I really feel bad for you, that must suck."

“Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." Eric's brain went on autopilot. He started to head for the bathroom, but heard a disappointed whimper behind him.

“Are you sure?" Laila lay spread-eagled on the piss-soaked sheets. “You know, I'm already all wet... does it really matter if I get a bit wetter?"

Oh. Right. He had said he was going to try giving her a golden shower, hadn't he? And it was tempting. It was so, so tempting, not just because of how loudly his bladder was demanding he relieve himself right then and there instead of taking the few steps to the toilet. But... “Oh, I don't care if you get wet, you piss... slut... fox... thing." He winced at Laila's eye roll. Real smooth. “But carpet's expensive to clean and you soaked the bed so much it's gonna get all over the floor."

“Uhh... too late on that." Laila pointed. Eric looked down at his own body, dripping fox urine all over the carpet.

“Well, fuck." He hadn't totally thought the whole protection thing through, had he? Of course they had to get out of the wet bed. “Fuck it, I'll deal with that later. C'mere, you." It was nice to have a girlfriend he could pick up this easily. It made him feel powerful.

He set the fennec in the bathtub, and that was when he noticed a slight logistical problem. She was short enough to give him a blowjob standing up, but that meant... well, her face was at dick height. “Uhh..."

“What's wrong? Don't tell me you're just imagining being full."

“No, I'm just... worried about getting your face."

“Don't worry, I doubt you'll miss it from this distance."

“No, that's not what I... I thought you said you wanted to take it slow on that too."

“Yeah, I... oh, man, I'm conflicted. It sounds so hot, but I'm, like... I wanna be totally into it the first time, and – I want you to be totally into it obviously. Part of me wants to get thrown off the deep end, but part of me's scared it'll suck the first time and just, like... ruin it. And the whole, being afraid you'll be squicked out and leave thing."

“Don't worry." Eric patted the little vixen's head, forgetting that his hand was still wet. Oops. She didn't seem to have noticed. “I'm marking you as mine, that's a big commitment, right?"

“Mmm... exactly. Major relationship milestones: saying I love you, and pissing on your girlfriend to claim her as your own, am I right?"

“Exactly. I was thinking about giving you a hoodie, but you'd trip over it, so I'll pee on you instead."

“You could pee on a hoodie and then give it to me. Or better yet, give me a hoodie and then pee on it while I'm wearing it."

“I'll consider it. But it depends on if you behave."

“Behave how?" Laila's tail was wagging hard. The walls of the tub glistened with shaken-off urine droplets.

“Well, I was thinking I'd make you aim for me as a test of your devotion. If you don't let me piss all over you like a good girl, or if you complain or make any noise, you'll have to wear a piss hoodie at some point."

Truth be told, that alleviated Eric's own feelings of nervousness a bit. If she was the one aiming, he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally going too high, or that she didn't want it.

“...Okay. But are you sure you can trust me to not try to escape? Maybe you'd better hold my ears or something so I can't get away."

Never mind. But on the other hand, that sounded really, really hot. And when her dainty hands gently took hold of his shaft, he was sold. He grabbed the vixen's huge, fuzzy, soft ears and tugged on them. But as he contemplated the degrading act he was about to perform, his bladder clenched. His heart raced, and he felt lightheaded. Was he really doing this? Was he really... really about to piss on a girl? Sure it seemed hot in porn, but... fuck, that was nasty! It was mostly sterile, but it was still bodily waste! Fuck, he couldn't do it! No... no, he had to close his eyes and try to relax, and pretend there was a toilet there. Pretend there was a toilet, or a urinal, or... fuck, it was hard to relax with someone else's hand on his junk. “Lemme aim, just 'til I get things started," he said. “Just move my hand down if I'm too high." Just imagine there was a toilet, or a urinal, or a... or a hot girl right in front of him.

Wait. There was a really hot girl right in front of them. A girl who was going to just let him pee all over her, was going to just let him use her as a toilet because she was so devoted to him.

“Hey Eric... aren't I a naughty fox for having an accident on your bed? Don't you wanna punish me?"

Fuck, that's right... she wasn't just letting him pee on her, she'd wet the bed. He'd made her wet the bed. She'd let him make her wet the bed. He remembered her adorable sighs of the relief, the hiss of her urine, and the beautiful little fountains she'd made... and that was what finally pushed him over the edge.

First a trickle, then a flood. He was peeing. He felt the liquid rushing through him, he heard it patter onto the floor of the tub. He was peeing.

“Oh my god, you're soaking me!"

“Huh?" Eric's eyes snapped open. Poor Laila was standing there in the bathtub, with her tail between her legs as his urine cascaded down her furry chest. Quivering, with her legs crossed. Sure enough, getting soaked. Soaked in his pee. Her fluffy fur didn't repel water very well, and it was getting slicked down, showing off her four rows of nipples. And she wasn't pulling away. Eric let himself fully relax, and started to pee even harder.

“Please don't get my face..." she whimpered. “Pwease... I'm so sowwy I had an accident on your bed!"

“Enough with the baby talk, jesus. Fine, I won't pee on your face, just this once, because I know you tried to hold it. But if it ever happens agai – wait. Hey, I warned you if you complained at all I'd make you wear a piss hoodie!"

“Oops. Must've slipped my mind. Silly me!"

“Oh yeah, sure, it was totally unint – wait, what are you -"

“Don't sorry, I'm staying below my chin!" Laila slowly moved his stream up her neck. “Fuck, this is so warm..." She thoroughly soaked her shoulders and her cream-covered throat with fresh urine. Eric's bladder didn't feel empty, but the flow was petering out now. Sometimes when he held it in for too long it took a while for the feeling of having to go to disappear. But he didn't want this moment to end. He forced it out in spurt after spurt of pee, spraying her chest and dribbling off her already-saturated fur. “You're not done yet, are you?" she said with a grin. “I don't want to hot water to run – ack!"

Eric had forgotten the other problem with holding it in for this long. Sometimes his bladder felt like it was empty, but then got a 'second wind.' He pushed a little too hard, and the next spurt came out with way more force than either of them expected, and landed quite a bit higher.

“Oh, fuck! Laila, I'm so sorry!" Eric stared, aghast, at his girlfriend's shocked, dripping face. “Shit, let me get you a towel!"

“It's okay, it's okay – whoa! Shit!" She tried to head him off and nearly slipped on the wet tub floor. She grabbed his wrist for support. “I'm fine," she panted. “Are you okay? I swear I didn't make you pee on my face on purpose! That was an accident!"

Eric breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't mad at him. He'd just pissed all over her face and she was acting like she'd done something wrong. “I guess we should be more careful in the future. Good thing you're already in the bathtub."

Laila looked like she'd been smacked. “Umm... actually, can we be less careful in the future?"

“Uhh... are you saying you want it on your face?"

She nodded timidly. “Yeah. Do... do you still love me?"

“What do you mean?" Eric was still a little buzzed, so it took a minute to click. Fuck. This was the exact thing she was insecure about. “Oh. Yeah. Of course I still love you." He stroked her wet forehead. “I just didn't want to move too fast for you."

“I was trying to take it slow because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, you dingus!" She squeezed his hand. “If you're okay with it, can we... can we keep going? Unless that was the last of it. And... my face is already wet now, so you don't need to worry about aiming anymore."

“Uhh... I think there's still more. But don't get too disappointed if there's not much. You're... sure you want it on your face again?"

“You still love me, right?"

“Yeah."

“So much that you want to mark every single inch of me?"

“Sure. Are you saying I missed a spot? You look pretty soggy to me."

“You only got the fur," she said, and sank to her knees. “I want it to soak in."

“Well... in that case, I think I'll aim carefully after all," he said. The nervousness was slowly going away, and his bladder twinged. Maybe there was more than a little left. “I wouldn't want to waste any of this."

It took him a while to get the flow started again, but once it started, it was surprisingly gentle, surprisingly relaxing, and surprisingly romantic. A slow, steady, dribbling stream of yellow liquid rained down on the fennec's forehead and ears, and even her whiskers were garlanded with golden droplets.

It was over far too soon. She wiped the last drops from his dick with her paw and let out a sigh of her own. “Holy fuck... wow... so, how'd it feel? Did you enjoy it?"

“Isn't that my line? You're... Jesus, I can't believe I just peed on you. And you're... sure okay with this?"

“Are you kidding me? That was awesome! Oh my god I'm soaked!" She turned around, admiring her sodden body. Eric hadn't gotten her back, but it was still damp from her own accident. Actually, he was still damp from her own accident. “There's just one problem..." She stretched languidly, drippily. “You got me so wet I think I might need some help cleaning up, so you'll have to join me in here."

“That's fine. I need a shower too anyway, remember? Miss leaky?"

But it was a long, long time before they turned the water on.