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Kage squirmed in the driver's seat, one of the wolf's paws on the wheel and the other resting atop the transmission, eyes constantly darting back and forth between the road itself and the dashboard clock. Some forty minutes ago he had passed the last rest stop, and hadn't yet seen a sign for the next - though the constant, unending tan horizon all around him broken only by the suggestion of far hills gave him as good a hint as any.

Maybe I should've stopped there, he thought for probably the hundredth time now, shifting his weight yet again. He drew his paw away from the wheel to reach down and lighten the grip of the seatbelt across his waist, where his overfull bladder strained out beneath soft fur and skin. Holy shit. I thought this was gonna be fun, but - oh, man...

It was fun, though, a little bit. Seeing the next pothole coming Kage drew in a breath, bit his lip, returned his paw to the wheel to swing slightly to the side - then gasped and grunted as the frame of the Jeep jostled around him, suddenly lifting him upwards and then slamming him right back down. Was that a new, wet warmth seeping out into the front of his pants? Or just his body's nerves responding to such a dire need? He wondered if he could risk another moment digging around in his pants, waited until the first other car he'd seen in an hour zipped by him going the other way, then reached down, wiggled the seatbelt away again, let his breath out so he'd have enough room to slide his paw underneath... and grimaced at the extra pressure and decided to stop.

He had to admit, there was a little bit of excitement, a little bit of tingle in letting himself go this far. Each jiggle and bounce from the car sent that urgency thrumming through him again, sparkling out along every single nerve ending; when he shifted and clenched his muscles he could feel the tip of his shaft throb up against the front of his boxers, dampened either from pre dribbled out through the self-driven desperation or from actual leakage, he couldn't tell. He couldn't slide a thumb in there long enough to be able to identify it by smell, and at this point every time he squeezed he thought he felt another little spray of wetness squirt out and soak through the fabric further.

Up ahead the road expanded into a cutout for a scenic viewpoint at the side. Kage tilted the wheel and slid into the space, looking out across the horizon as he did so; perhaps it would be beautiful to someone who wasn't carrying what felt like half their body weight in piss, but to him it was just more of the same, sandy tans and browns with shrubby little bushes and dried cacti as far as the eye could see. With shaking paws he shifted down and killed the engine, then struggled to undo the seatbelt; his world seemed to swim around him, sparkling colors flying in his vision, his legs feeling like they wouldn't support him.

The wolf reached up, gripped the cage of the jeep, and swung himself right out of the body, his being an open model lacking doors. The impact upon hitting the ground made him gasp and halfway squat over, tail hiking at the base, knees spreading apart; this time he was certain he felt a squirt and dribble, and he barely had time to hobble over to the other side of his car before he felt the floodgates break. Shaky fingers worked at the fly of his pants; he shivered, shuddered, grunted and groaned, nearly tore his pants in yanking them down-

-and then the pressurized stream began a full two seconds before he could manage to slip his boxers down, the wet heat powerful enough to spurt straight through the fabric already dark around the source. Kage's panic to tug everything out of the way resulted in him pulling his boxers forward first, allowing his fresh, glittering clear piss to pool inside his boxers instead and begin to dribble down his legs, before he succeeded in his initial goal; he breathed a long, low sigh of relief as his mark finally arced out into the open air and splashed across the parched ground, darkening the sand where it landed before soaking into the earth.

He craned his head back with that sigh dribbling from his lips, for now ignoring the wet warmth dripping down his balls and thighs and steaming up from underneath. As he went he didn't even bother aiming, instead letting the natural tilt of his sheath and protruding tip guide the stream wherever it wanted to go. Breath after slow, shaky breath came and went, lungs filling as his bladder emptied; he thought he heard another car go by behind him but couldn't give the slightest of a damn, the sensation of this relief more than enough to slowly draw his shaft further out of his sheath.

Eyes closed, mouth open, nose drawing in the curling, tepid aroma of hyper-hydrated piss, for a while Kage actually hadn't noticed he had finished up, he had gotten so used to the feeling of draining. It wasn't until he clenched to squirt out any remaining dribbles that he felt the familiar heft of his fully hard cock swing up, flinging off a loose spray of piss, then sag back down again; his balls still bore the gathered moisture of his earlier leakage, and as he looked down he saw that he had quite thoroughly soaked the interior of his underwear.

And his pants. Grumbling, Kage tried tugging everything back up, shivered with the wetness, glanced over his shoulder, and then finally decided to drop his pants completely and step out of them - and then stripped his shirt off as well. Might as well go whole hog, he thought, then rested his clothing over his shoulder without thinking about it. Soggy wetness slapped across his fur and dribbled down.

And speaking of whole hog... Quickly the wolf looked back at the road behind him. Nobody coming from either direction. He reached down, ran his other paw across his slick length still dribbling with fresh piss, smeared his mark across his himself, then lifted it to his muzzle to lap off the musky taste. I think I deserve a break from driving.

The jeep creaked gently as Kage rested his weight back against it, looking out across the open land with his impressive puddle of piss still soaking into the earth, arm now pumping rhythmically. He closed his eyes and breathed out another sigh, eager to add something else to that puddle as well.