Like Cats and Dogs
As the doorbell rang, Marath looked up in surprise.
The grey wolf had only moved into this new flat a few months ago and, due to his notorious shyness, he had not found any new friends yet. He knew he did not look anything special, but he was not ugly either. He was firmly built with thick, grey fur, showing only a few white markings at his throat and on top of his nose. Although he was in his twens now and quite successful in his first job that had led him to this town, he still felt rather uneasy with people, especially women.
Not that there had not been opportunities. He even got invited over to a party a few days before by a co-worker living just down the street, but as usual, he had just been standing in a corner, listening to the music and observing the other guests; or rather one particular guest.
The bell rang again, drawing Marath away from his daydreaming. As he opened the door, he felt his heart skip a beat. There she was, actually standing right in front of him...
Her name was Marisha, she was a couple of years younger than himself and it was exactly this young cat he had found to captivating on that party. Her short fur was orange-ish in color and her green eyes sparkled at him. She was wearing a pair of washed-out cutoffs and a short t-shirt, that hid just enough to make his lips dry.
Finally realizing how dumb he must have been looking, just standing in the door with his muzzle open, he managed to say, "H... Hello there...", only his wagging tail giving away how happy he was to see her again.
"Why don't you... come inside?"
She snickered as she noticed, nodded and stepped past the rather bedazzled wolf, her tail flicking as she looked around the room.
"You've been over last week at Jim's party, and I thought I'd return the visit.", she smirked, looking the shy wolf right into the eyes. The door slipped from Marath's paw and fell shut with a bang as he followed the visitor with his eyes.
"Thanks...", he finally mumbled, awakening from his stare. "Would you perhaps care for something to drink?"
Marisha wiggled her tush a little as she inspected the apartment further, seeming a little amused by the wolf's stare.
"Nice. And yes, I'd like something to drink.", she said, flicking her tail slowly, as she turned to him, now standing pretty much in the center of the room.
Marath's gaze immediately dropped down to the floor, as her eyes met his. Walking over to the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, he felt his ears blush.
"So... you remembered me...?", he cautiously asked over his shoulder.
He desperately tried to remember what it was she used to drink at that party, but in vain.
She nodded, walking over to the bar and taking a seat opposite to him.
"Sure do", and interpreting his helpless look correctly, she added with a smile, "A soda would be nice." As he hurried to serve her, she continued, "You looked pretty lonely. Ain't the social type, I guess?", she inquired, snickering a little.
Marath looked back at her, his heart racing. It was these times he hated himself for being so shy.
"No, no... I mean, yes... I am quite... social", he finally managed.
Now that was brilliant, he thought to himself wearily as he opened up a bottle and poured the contents into a glass. He handed the glass over to the young cat, carefully avoiding her gaze. Grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge, he took a deep gulp, hoping to calm his nerves a little.
Trying to sound as casual as he could, he asked, "Perhaps we should... move over to the couch...? That's a bit more comfortable than just sitting opposite of each other here at the bar."
Marisha nodded, picking up her glass. "Sure, sounds nice. How about a movie?"
She smiled at him, licked her lips and took a sip from the glass. She looked so cute, it drove Marath mad.
He nodded happily, shuffling over to the large TV set and picked up a DVD from the shelf. As he showed the cover to her he did his best to hide his face behind the plastic box. He had chosen "Tale of One Winter", a nice social comedy that had been in the cinemas not too long ago.
He sight happily as he heard he say, "That's cool, thanks."
Marisha had made herself comfortable on the couch and was purring softly at him as Marath hurried to join her, emptying his bottle on the way.
As the screen flickered to life, he could not help but sneak a peek at her silhouette every now and then, hoping desperately she would not notice. Very, very slowly, he scooted closer to her until his leg was almost, but not quite, touching hers.
Marisha snickered again, as she stretched a little, making her knee bump into his, even leaning in a little closer as she did so.
A shiver went down the wolf's spine and by reflex, he started to withdraw his leg, but he got a grip on himself. As she giggled at the screen, wriggled a little on the couch and finally leaned against him. He so wanted to touch her.
More than once he started to lift his paw but could not bring himself to do it. Finally he built up enough courage to put his paw on her knee, ready to withdraw it immediately, should she object.
But she just looked at his paw, leaning closer to him. Turning her head, she put her chin on his shoulder and murred a soft "You like me, hmmm?"
Marath now started to feel the effects of the alcohol and got a little bolder. Looking over to her, he nodded slowly and almost whispered a single "Yes..."
He let his paw caress her knee for a while, leaning his head closer to her and breathing in her scent. She was just perfect, he thought to himself.
As the movie progressed, Marisha also started to carelessly brush his thigh with her paw. Finally, she turned a little, pressing her chest against his side and declared,
"Usually, the first thing boys want to do is to get into my pants."
Marath did not know what to say, and her warm body pressed against his was not helping at all.
"Ehm... That's kind of... rude... I wouldn't just...", he managed, leaving the sentence unfinished.
His paws were sweating. This young cat was driving him crazy, he did not know what to say and to make matters worse, he really needed a bathroom right about now. But he just knew that getting up now would spoil this for good...
She obviously noticed him getting rather tense as the movie went on.
"Something wrong?", she asked softly, her paw still petting his leg.
"No, nothing wrong...", Marath lied.
Carefully he let his paw slide up a little along her thigh and as he did, so did she, coming dangerously close to his crotch. She must have felt how tense his legs were by now, his bladder having it's effect on him.
"What's wrong? Don't like being touched?", she inquired, her leg rubbing a little against his.
The wolf startled, his ears twitching.
"No, I... I mean yes... I... it's just...", he mumbled, still looking for a good way to say this. His ears turned red with embarrassment. Turning away from her gaze again, he could not help but give his crotch a little squeeze, hoping her not to notice.
Marisha just giggled and all of a sudden, she closed her legs, trapping his paw between them. With a smirk, she grabbed his crotch and rather shamelessly started to explore his hard manhood under his pants.
"What is it then? You are not gay, I can tell that!", she grinned, rubbing her thigh against each other. "If you were, you'd not wanna touch my cunny!"
Marath could do nothing but stare at her, as he felt her his paw so close to her warm center. His cock twitched slightly under her touch, as he finally answered.
"No, no... it's nothing like that! It's just that... I could... I would... just..."
He still could not bring himself to say it. But he had no choice.
"I kind of coulduseabathroom...", he almost whispered at her.
The young cat grinned at him while still feeling him through his pants.
"Oh, I always thought boys can't pee when they have a hard on?"
Marath's ears were now burning with embarrassment, hearing her speak so openly about his plight. He got even more tense as her touch did nothing to help his need.
"It's kind of the other way around...", he whispered after a few minutes. "It happens when we have to go..."
Marisha just snickered as she kept rubbing his stiffy. With a sudden poke at his belly, she nodded playfully.
"Oh Suuure. I know what's going on here. You don't want to pee, you have a stiffy, 'cause you touched my cunny and now you wanna go to the bathroom to jack off." She looked as if she just had caught a mouse. "I ain't falling for that."
The wolf next to her gulped.
"No, I... wouldn't... I just have...", he started to mumble, but a look into her firm gaze made him realize it was no use. There was no way he would get out of this.
"Ok...", he mumbled.
For the next few minutes, he tried his best to relax a little, letting his trapped paw continue it's caresses of the soft fur between her thighs. Suddenly, the cat turned to him, grinning, and put one leg across his thighs.
"You just have...what?", she echoed him, "...jacked off before I came...? Aww."
Marath's ears were glowing red.
"I haven't... I just need to..."
The wolf had to hold his breath for a second, as a wave of need washed over him.
"Need to jack off...?", she teased him further, all too aware of his ordeal.
Giggling, she slid a little lower on the couch, pushing Marath's paw right onto her slit.
"You like my cunny a lot, hmm?", she said warmly.
He could only nod, feeling the heat from her crotch engulf his paw. Suddenly, she pinned his chest down to the couch and straddled him. The wolf below her drew a sharp breath as her weight added to his desperation.
"I have to pee...", he could only whisper.
She just smirked and reached down to his crotch again, teasing and tickling his stiffy with her soft paw.
"You really do, hmm?"
The wolf could not help himself. Forcefully he pushed his needing cock against her paw to stem the tide. Feeling his urge subside for a moment, he started to stroke her slit again, hoping, his rising excitement would help him hold it.
The cat sitting on his lap smirked but kept rubbing his shaft. Leaning closer to him, she giggled,
"Ain't that uncomfortable, having a stiffy in your pants? The boyfriends I had usually said it hurt them."
Marath swallowed again.
"Yes... a little.", he whispered, his breath panting now.
He felt his lip twitch, as he mustered enough courage to bring his need to her attention yet again.
"But I really should... go to the bathroom... I have to..."
Even speaking these words make it worse. He pressed his thighs together real hard, holding his breath for a second.
Marisha snickered and started to unbutton his pants.
"Oh c'mon, not now. You can hold it a little longer."
By now there was no way she could not notice his desperation. The wolf was all but shivering beneath her. Still she did not seem inclined to letting him go. Instead, he felt her warm paw sneak into his pants, her finger brushing gently over the tip of his shaft.
Marath started to shiver with excitement, as he felt her touch. As if he was in a trance, he nodded at her and, trying to follow her example, tried to open her cutoffs as well. Immediately, she slatted his paw, grinning, "Not yet!". Sliding her own paw deeper into his pants and still teasing him, she added, "I take my pants off when I want to."
Obediently, he withdrew his paw, returning it to it's warm refuge instead.
Sitting there for another few minutes they both spoke no word. Then, however, the wolf winced under the cat's body. Her last teasing had just been too much. There was a short squirting noise and immediately, the cat's paw got damp. The smell of clear, desperate pee filled the air. Marath almost panicked, his face burning with shame.
His whiskers twitching, he started to babble, "ImsorryImsorry...", a wide-eyed look on his face.
Marisha just giggled, as she felt the warm spray against her fingers.
"Was that what I think it was?", she snickered, wiggling her bottom against the wolf's thighs. "You can't be cumming already."
The poor wolf started to shiver all over. Having lost just a few drops, his need was now almost unbearable. Tears started welling up in his ears, as he admitted,
"I... Please don't get mad at me... I am almost wetting my pants... Please... please don't go away... It was an accident... I did not want you to... I..."
Still, Marisha felt his shaft twitching, perhaps even getting a little harder.
The cat smiled playfully at her victim, as she continued to tease his peehole.
"You wanna go pee, hmm?"
Grinning, she slowly slid off his thighs. "Ok, let's go then."
Marath was puzzled for a moment, but needed no second invitation. Almost doubling over, he made his way to the bathroom, Marisha taking him by the paw.
As they entered the large bathroom that belonged to Marath's flat, he was on the verge of completely loosing it. He could not believe it when he heard her say,
"Ok, now strip!", in a commanding tone.
Relief so close at hand, he obeyed. In no time, he was standing naked before the young cat. His manhood now free, the only way to restrain himself was to immediately grab his shaft, looking at her, waiting for her permission.
But she just swatted his paws.
"No playing with yourself! That's rude in front of a girl!"
With that, she started to strip as well, making Marath's eyes go wide with awe. As she stepped out of her pants, he could not help but notice that she obviously had to pee quite badly herself.
But he could not enjoy the view he was getting. Obediently having removed his paws, his shaft was now twitching madly with need. Just as the gorgeous cat was standing stark naked in front of him, another spurt of his pee squirted out of it's tip, hitting her on the belly. In shock, he watched the wet spot of fur he had caused.
"Oh my god...", he whispered.
The cat looked down on herself, examining the matted fur on her belly. With a stern look on her face, she stepped closer, pushed Marath into the shower and pressed her body against her, his shaft sinking in between her thighs. He could almost feel it touch her labia.
Peering into his eyes, she murred, "You're a dirty boy... peeing on me like that."
Reaching for his hard shaft, she rubbed it against her sex a little.
"You like peeing on me, hmm? Think you can mark me... typical doggy."
Still not quite getting that she was only teasing him, Marath's ears were pressed tightly against his skull, his tail tugged in between his legs. Shaking his head, tried to regain his composure.
"I'm so sorry... I did not mean to... I just have to pee so desperately... just couldn't hold it anymore. Please let me go pee..."
Marisha continued to rub his shaft against her cunny, flexing her muscles to squeeze it. Finally it dawned on him. Relaxing a little, he continued, his voice now much less frightful.
"Please... I don't want to soil your perfect fur... You are so beautiful."
But it was too late. He felt himself loose another long spurt, thoroughly drenching her sex with his pee.
"Please...?", the wolf added as he managed to stop himself again.
Feeling the wetness soak her fur, Marisha pressed the wolf firmly against her. Purring into his ear, she grasped his shoulder and after a moment, Marath felt a torrent of wetness hit the base of his sheath.
"You're a dirty boy... guess it should show!"
Marath's cock started twitching with pleasure as he felt this gorgeous feline pee on him. His shame completely washed away by her flood, his lust was rapidly taking control of him. Another burst of his own pee joined hers, running down their legs, completely drenching their fur.
Marisha shuddered hard against his body, pressing her body against him even tighter. Lifting one leg, she wedged his spewing shaft between her labia, grunting softly as she slid his length into her cunt. Despite the shaft inside her, she managed to force another squirt of piss out of her body.
Marath throw back his head and howled. The warm wetness ripping away his self control, he burst inside her, filling her up with his hot piss. The cat furiously clawed at him, as the new sensation took hold of her. Shivering, she flexed her muscles, trembling around as hot wolfpiss dribbled out of her. Finally, she started to hump against him, hot gushes of pee flowing out of her cunt.
Marath followed her movements, slowly sliding into her and out again. The hot pee trapped inside her body gushed out with every thrust. Grunting, he let go some more, sighing as he filled her up again,
"Oh, this feels so good..."
With both his paws, the wolf caressed the cat's thighs, moving up to her cunt, soaking his pawfur in their combined wetness.
The furious cat was now riding him shamelessly, biting his shoulder with lust. Her warm sex was making wet, slurping sounds with every of her thrusts as she forced the rest out of her bladder.
As the pressure in Marath's bladder subsided, his need for an entirely other kind or relief got almost too much to bare. Grabbing her by the hips and slowing town her movements, he panted under his breath,
"Please... I can't take much more of this... I'm gonna cum!"
But she resisted his grasp, still riding him hardly. Reaching down between them, she let her paws rub her wet clitty as she snarled hoarsely
"Then... then do... I don't care anymore..."
The wolf just nodded, his mind clouded with lust. Suddenly howling loudly, he grabbed the cat's butt with his wet paws, pushing his shaft deeply into her cunt. He softly bit into her shoulder to muffle his howl, he finally began pumping squirt after squirt of hot cum deep into her body.
The cat was panting into his ear, rubbing herself forcefully. Her body was trembling. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, not caring if anyone might hear her. Her whole body contracted around the wolf's shaft, sending her into a trembling orgasm as she felt the wolf cum inside her.
Marath growled, smiling with pleasure, as he witnessed her orgasm. Tenderly, he let his paws slide over her trembling body, caressing her wet fur. For a few minutes they were just standing there, listening to each other's breathing. Finally, Marath whispered,
"You are... crazy, you know that...?"
Marisha giggled and grinned at him,
"You're the one who peed on me and I'm the crazy one here?"
"And you enjoyed every minute of it...", Marath replied.
Reaching for the valves behind his back, he added, "You are obviously not afraid of water...", and turned the knobs. Warm, clear water raining down on their bodies.
"Thanks for... not letting me go", the wolf whispered and she just grinned at him.