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“This really is a fine vintage, Ryoohki. Nice and bubbly , too. You sure you didn’t shake the bottle before you poured it?”

Washu was having her fun- perhaps a little too much of it- as she knelt by the tip of her boyfriend’s cock, collecting the last few drops of his pee, straight from the source.

She’d already filled his champagne flute with a similar mess of her own, and as Ryoohki looked down at the grinning ewe, he wondered if she was going to try and replace their every toast with this new routine.

For plenty of reasons, it made sense: it was more economical than buying the real thing, and it saved them the time of going to the store...and where the bubbling fizz tickled the throat and alcohol teased the mind, this was an excuse for Washu to cut right to the chase and enjoy something more intimate than what one could store in a bottle.

“You know exactly what I’ve been drinking all day,” Ryoohki reminded her. “And you’ve been drinking mostly the same.”

“Interesting that yours has a little more bubble to it, then...there’s plenty of words I would use to describe you, but I always figured bubbly was a better adjective for me.”

“And there’s plenty of other words I’d use to describe you right now,” Ryoohki teased. “Though...bubbly would still be a good word, by the look of it.”

Giving just one kiss to the middle of the bear’s exposed shaft, Washu stood and left the saber-toothed ursine wanting. She leaned in a little closer as she moved into his chest, her bubbling flute still warm as it tinked against Ryoohki’s own.

“Well, now you’ve got me intrigued in some of the others,” Washu confessed. “You’ve always been surprisingly erudite, love. Why don’t you enlighten me on those other words?”

“How about a toast, first?”

“That eager to get to your drink?”

“Perhaps,” the bear suggested. “Or perhaps I still had to go, and I can’t finish filling your glass back up until you finish what’s there.”

It wasn’t like Washu to take her time when there was such a lewd pleasure just waiting for her to reach out and take it. There had to be an ulterior motive, and having seen the sort of loads that Ryoohki could produce, whether cumming or going, she was letting that pressure build on purpose; the bear was sure of it.

“Well then, I guess we’d better figure out what we’re toasting to, shouldn’t we?” she asked, her lips curled in such an obvious grin that Ryoohki could just feel his theory being confirmed.

“Not every drink has to come with a big, fanciful toast, you know.”

“But this one is special. You don’t get to savor a glass like this every day, Ryoohki.”

Narrowing his eyes for a moment, Ryoohki came to the realization that it wouldn’t matter if he won the battle of wits or not: he’d simply have to force Washu to cave, sooner or later.

Feeling the pressure against the back of his bladder and finding it a surprisingly arousing experience, another kind of weight started to build against the base of his shaft.

“You could savor it every day, if you wanted to,” he countered. “In fact...how about we toast to that?”

Washu leaned in, cocking an ear and a horn, all at once. “What’s that, exactly?”

“To finding those special moments, every single day,” he finished. “I think that’s worthy of a toast.”

Leading the charge, he gave a fresh clink upon her champagne flute and surprised her further by lifting his glass up straight away.

Washu wasn’t used to having to make an effort to keep up, but that was exactly the fate that befell her, as Ryoohki tilted his glass toward his lips, dodging the full, impressive enamel of his tusks along the way.

“I suppose I’ll toast to that, too,” Washu murmured. “Since you didn’t give me all that much of a choice in the matter.”

“And you’ve always enjoyed it when I don’t give you a choice, so why the sour tone?”

Washu stiffened up at that, but knowing she’d been caught by his logic, she rolled her eyes and let that cheeky grin return to her muzzle. “I just thought it might help to offset the sweetness of this particular champagne,” she teased. “Better than anything I could have picked up at the store, for certain.”

She treated that glass with the same level of care and consideration that she would have offered for a top-shelf, sparkling wine: swirling his pee around the inside of the flute just a little bit and working fresh bubbles to the surface, Washu leaned her nose in and took a more intimate sniff at the scent of her lover, letting it gather just under her nostrils before she went in for that first taste.

It was far from the first time that Washu found herself taking in the warmer, saltier tones of something so intimate, but no matter how many times she had the chance to drain Ryoohki of his every fluid, she found herself coming back to the subject of his piss with a renewed interest. Kinky as she was, she really could have sampled the bear that way every day, but the pair were smart enough to vary their kinks through the average month.

Whenever it was time for her to have another drink, she had to temper herself and mind her patience to make sure she wouldn’t just shotgun the glass, but putting his sampled pee in a tall, fancy glass and giving it a higher sort of appreciation was just what it took to ease her back to rights and leave her with a slower approach.

“You know, it’s funny...if you just drink it fast, you only really taste salt...and whatever the last thing you drank was,” Washu admitted. “But if you take your time, you get a better picture of the person it came from. You really do take care excellent care of your body, Ryoohki; I can’t imagine how else you would create such a balanced flavor.”

Given his respect for nature and the world around him, Ryoohki tried his best to keep a diet that would do less harm to the environment, and at the end of the day, that meant taking in a host of natural sugars, as opposed to the added, artificial sweeteners that were more commonplace in other foods.

Thanks to that, Ryoohki knew that his offered loads of cum were a hint sweeter than the average male, but he hadn’t considered how that would work itself over to the other fluids he produced.

“You’re no slouch yourself, Washu. I know I don’t drink yours quite as often, but...”

He paused to take that long awaited sip, and as he started tilting back, he made quick work of that golden, bubbling glass, swallowing down the modest amount that Washu produced in short order.

“...Whenever I have the chance, I’m truly reminded of what a tasty little morsel you are, in every sense of the word.”

It wasn’t easy to fluster someone like Washu.

The ewe was of such an overtly kinky and amorous nature that bringing a blush to her cheeks was a difficult task, but there were hints of that softer warmth- a delicate, dusty pink under downy, white fur- as Ryoohki offered her such a kind compliment.

“You know, y-you...you can have a drink like that whenever you like. You don’t have to save it for special occasions, love.”

“And if I feel like taking another sample from the source, I can assure you that I will,” Ryoohki told her. “And speaking of another sample...I’m afraid nothing’s going to come out of my cock if you just keep staring at it. I love that look in your eyes, but you’d be the first person to make me cum with just a glance, you know.”

“Sounds like quite the distinction,” Washu teased. “Certainly one worth working for.”

“And I admire your tenacity for wanting to try, but if I were you, I’d stick to what you know is going to work...at least, for now.”

Washu could already see a gentle shudder in the giant ursine, knowing that he’d only given a tiny bit of what was stored in his bladder to fill the narrow, tall flute.

She didn’t want to torture him by any means, but she did enjoy seeing that little bit of discomfort in his stance, knowing that his relief- and his pleasure- would be that much greater when she finally helped him bleed away the last of that pressure.

“Not in the mood to try something new?” Washu asked, but there was still a hint of a tease in her voice, and further, the tink of her glass on the counter beside Ryoohki told that she was just as happy with the classics, if he was. “I know omorashi is a bit of a foreign concept, but...”

“But you and I both know that I could hold out longer than you, if it came down to that,” Ryoohki finished her thought with a callout, but when Washu sunk to her knees and settled her palms between her thighs, she wasn’t disappointed by his accuracy.

If anything, she was grinning a little wider, a little sharper, as she looked up at the exposed flesh of the ursine’s knotted member.

“I’d say it’s no fun that you’re right all the time, but I love it when you are,” Washu confessed. “But since you’ve called me out, I hope you don’t mind me making an honest man of you.”

“Not in the least, darling. I never have before; I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

Seeing his vigorous tremble up close, Washu didn’t realize how much pressure Ryoohki was already under, but she was delighted to feel the subtle vibrations on the end of his cock as she leaned up to kiss the very tip, easing that tapered flesh beyond the billowy warmth of her lips.

Winking at the bear- a clearance that he was free to do whatever came naturally- Washu couldn’t help being surprised by the sudden and forceful gush of a stream, but she knew he wouldn’t be brought to an orgasm so easily.

He’s still got that much left in him? When was the last time he went? She thought, but the muffled yelp around Ryoohki’s tip was as much of a sound as she was able to make.

She didn’t want to spill a drop...at least, not until she’d had her fill. Once that was the case, anything left would make a wonderful, golden decoration, and on the tiles of the kitchen floor, clean up would be a breeze.

Of course, letting her sit in a puddle of her own design carried a certain appeal, and when Ryoohki saw that Washu had no problem taking the first gush of his heated stream, he clenched at the tummy and pushed hard from behind his bladder, wanting Washu to feel that force against the roof of her mouth.

“I know you can be a bit of a glutton,” he mentioned. “So I want to make sure you get your fill: can’t have you complaining that you didn’t get enough, later on.”

Washu tried her best to wince and scowl at Ryoohki, but there was little opportunity for her to do that before the pressure of that greater flood forced her to swallow...

...and swallow again...

“Don’t tell me that this is too much for you, darling. I’ve never seen you bite off more than you can chew!”

...and yet again, as the plentiful flood continued to splash around the inside of her maw, flooding her tongue with such a quantity that she could feel tears gathering at the edges of her eyes, as if she was trying to deep throat his cock with the same level of intensity.

You really were saving up for this all day, weren’t you? She wondered. I don’t suppose you’re gonna run out anytime soon...

_... good _.

“I really appreciate you trying so hard to give my stuff a proper critique, but we know that’s not your style, Washu. You’re more the type to go straight for the source and chug it from the keg, aren’t you?”

Borderline hedonistic and bottomless in her desires, Washu couldn’t be that upset for Ryoohki rightfully calling out her lifestyle, but he was the main benefactor of those traits, time and time again.

It was a fantastic arrangement for the pair, with Washu gleefully drinking herself into a lustful stupor, and Ryoohki knowing not only the relief of finally easing up on his bladder, but the growing pleasure of Washu moving further and further onto the impressive girth of his knotted cock.

“...I don’t suppose you’re gonna let me out of there anytime soon, are you?”

Washu grinned around her mouthful. “Num umh.”

“And you really didn’t spill a drop...you sure you haven’t been practicing on someone else? Maybe a garden hose?”

The ewe didn’t take offense to Ryoohki’s playful jabs. If anything, she was glad to hear that he’d noticed her recently added skills.

She immediately rewarded the same by easing back toward the tip of his growing, stiffening cock, letting a pair of trickling, golden trails spill down the underside of her chin in a display that she knew he would appreciate: between the glowing, runic symbols in her fur, streams of warm, spilled piss eased over her collarbone and between the gap of her supple breasts, soaking her outsides with the same, intimate warmth that had already flooded her belly.

“Guess I’d b-better make myself comfortable, then,” Ryoohki’s voice gave a quick stammer as Washu moved back toward the base of his cock, and without breaking her stride, she drummed the tips of her fingers over the bounty of her pubic mound...teasing herself, but refusing to give anything more than a passing brush or stroke, as she matched her pleasures with his own. “If you’re going for the other load, that is.”

It wouldn’t be such a straightforward task for the ewe to milk her lover completely dry, given that she kept her palms settled atop her thighs, quivering with anticipation for when she could safely work the nub of her clit into an orgasmic frenzy.

Ryoohki, however, wasn’t foolish enough to question her abilities, even if she limited herself to using only her maw; that was hardly a handicap.

“Nothing to say for yourself this time?” he asked, seeing how eagerly Washu crept her way toward the base of his full, throbbing length. “Just gonna go right for the main course?”

Having consumed enough lemonade to give her tummy a subtle bloat, plenty of others would have considered that to be enough to soothe their sensual appetite, as much as their literal hunger...

...but Washu was far from being most people.

“I suppose dinner’s on, then.”

Reaching down and capturing Washu by the curve of her horns, Ryoohki made himself comfortable, grinning at his girlfriend with a certain knowledge in his gaze.

He may have literally taken her by the horns, but that was far from having control of what came next...that he’d end up breathless and bliss-filled was the only guarantee.