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Baxter was a small, spunky polecat with a unique desire - he wanted nothing more than to indulge in the peculiar pleasure of drinking the urine of his octopus dragon friend named Octo. The sight of Octo always sent shivers down his spine. His large, muscular body was covered in soft, slimy skin that glistened under the moonlight, and his two long tentacle-like appendages were surprisingly well-endowed, both ending in a tapered, bulbous tip. Six additional tentacle-like structures sprouted from the top of Octo's head, giving him a menacing yet oddly endearing appearance.

As Baxter approached Octo, he couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight danced across the surface of Octo's skin, making it appear almost iridescent. He could feel his heart racing as he reached out to touch one of Octo's tentacle cocks. They felt slick and cool to the touch, like wet silk.

Baxter spent hours scampering up and down, exploring every nook and cranny of Octo's form, marveling at how flexible and stretchy his limbs were. Each movement seemed effortless for Octo, despite his size. As he moved, his eyes would shift and focus, their gaze seemingly able to track everything around them. It was both unnerving and fascinating.

Finally, Baxter found himself standing next to the base of Octo's cocks, looking up at the pair of piercing eyes above him. With a sudden burst of courage, he leaned forward and took one of Octo's tentacle cocks into his mouth. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before - salty like the sea, with just a hint of sweetness.

Satisfied with this newfound pleasure, Baxter pulled away and looked up at Octo, who seemed to be watching him intently. Without a word, Baxter knelt down and began to lap directly at the tip of one of Octo's tentacle cocks. Octo, knowing what Baxter wanted, let go a dual stream of hot, salty urine. One into his mouth, and one onto his spotted fur. Baxter savored the scent and flavor. It was a strange sensation, but one that filled Baxter with a sense of satisfaction and submission.

For what felt like hours, Baxter continued to drink and bathe in Octo's piss, reveling in the feeling of being completely submissive to this powerful creature. Despite his initial fear, he felt strangely safe and content beneath Octo's watchful gaze.

Despite his small stature, Baxter found ways to please Octo, using his nimble hands and quick tongue to stimulate the octopus dragon's sensitive areas. To his surprise, Octo responded with great enthusiasm, his tentacle cocks twitching and pulsing as they ejaculated copious amounts of semen onto Baxter's waiting body.

The warm liquid enveloped Baxter, covering him from head to toe. He closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh, enjoying the sensation of Octo's release all over him. The scent was strong, but Baxter didn't mind; instead, he reveled in the fact that he was now covered in Octo's essence.

Octo's movements slowed, and he appeared to relax, his breathing becoming steady once again. Baxter lay still, basking in the afterglow of their encounter. For a moment, they simply existed together, wrapped in a silent understanding that transcended words.

Eventually, Octo stirred, causing Baxter to open his eyes. "Thank you," Octo said, his voice low and rumbling. "You have pleased me greatly."

"I am grateful for your permission to serve you," Baxter replied, bowing his head in respect.

With that, their interaction came to a close, leaving Baxter feeling fulfilled and content. But deep inside, he knew that he would return to Octo whenever the opportunity arose, eager to continue serving and pleasing his dominant master.

Baxter tried to clean himself off, but the sticky substance clung stubbornly to his fur. In an attempt to assist, Octo raised one of his tentacle cocks and directed its stream towards Baxter's body. At first, Baxter flinched, expecting another wave of semen, but instead, a cool, clear liquid sprayed over him.

It was Octo's urine, and while not as pleasant-smelling as the semen, it served its purpose well. The flow of piss washed away most of the remaining semen, leaving Baxter feeling refreshed and relatively clean. Despite the heady smell, which reminded him of the ocean and saltwater creatures, Baxter found it oddly comforting.

As the last droplets of urine dripped from Octo's appendages, Baxter stood up, shaking himself free of the excess moisture. Looking up at Octo, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and admiration for the octopus dragon. Their unusual relationship may have been based on debasement and submission, but Baxter wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

Feeling more grimy and gross than he had in days, Baxter decided it was time for a proper bath. He approached Octo hesitantly, unsure if he should ask for assistance. Before he could even form the question, however, Octo spoke up.

"Let me help you, little one," Octo said, his tone gentle and reassuring. "Come closer."

Baxter obeyed without hesitation, moving closer to Octo. With strength commensurate to his size, Octo lifted Baxter into his arms, cradling him gently. From this vantage point, Baxter could see everything around them clearly - the stars above, the moonlight reflecting off the water below, and Octo's piercing eyes watching over him.

"Relax," Octo whispered, "and let me take care of you."

Baxter did as instructed, closing his eyes and letting go of all tension. As Octo began to bathe him, he felt a strange mix of fear and trust. Despite knowing how powerful Octo truly was, Baxter couldn't help but feel safe in his grasp.

Once the bath was finished, Octo carefully set Baxter back down on the ground. "There," he said, "you are clean now. I hope you enjoyed our time together."

"I did," Baxter replied, looking up at Octo with genuine affection. "Thank you for taking care of me."

For a brief moment, they just looked at each other, sharing a quiet understanding that went beyond words. And then, with a final nod, Octo turned and disappeared beneath the waves, leaving Baxter alone once again.

Despite the distance between them, Baxter knew that he would always carry a piece of Octo within him, no matter where life took him next.