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X woke up with a splitting headache and put a paw to the back of his head. "Damn, I knew I shouldn't have had that many drinks last night," he groaned, trying to shake off an unusually bad hangover. The fox actually hadn't indulged any more than usual, but something didn't taste right in the first drink he had. He shrugged off the strange flavor, a decision he now came to regret. "Where am I? I must have blacked out good if I can't remember that..."

He didn't get a response from anyone, though. It was unusually warm around him, perhaps too warm; even though he wore nothing but a pair of tight jeans that made his crotch bulge obvious - he loved wearing them to the club he went to every night - he was uncomfortably hot. It was completely dark as well, and while he fumbled for a light switch, all he felt around him was thick ... fur? "I must still be out of it if that's how the carpet feels," the fox grumbled, trying to shake his senses back into line. He thought back to last night and tried to remember just what he did that had left him in such a state.

He had told his boyfriend, Alex, that he was going to the club to hang out with a few friends from work. Alex was a rather short mouseboi - a title Alex had chosen for himself - but the the 4'7" mouse still loved every inch of X's body. The white-furred rodent wore a silver neck chain and two silver hoop earrings in each ear, and always seemed to wear as little clothing as he could get away with. Alex had proven to be quite a size-queen as well, and the bulge in X jeans became even more prominent as he thought about what the two had done back when they first got together. Unfortunately, the raging fires of passion had been all but extinguished, and X had to seek new ways of satisfying his sexual hunger.

Last night a the club, he'd found several cute twinks to toy with, but one in particular had caught his attention. Perhaps it was just because he was such an unusual creature, but an albino salamander certainly stroked the fox's interest. The two hit it off perfectly, and within an hour they'd both decided they wanted to do a lot more than just talk. They went into one of the oversized stalls in the club's bathroom to enjoy one another's company. It was no secret what happened in there, but the club's owners just turned a blind eye to it. Besides, it was good for business to allow people to do what they wanted as long as it didn't get completely out of hand.

His memory after going into the bathroom became fuzzy... he didn't even remember coming home. He remembered kneeling down before the salamander and unzipping his pants, carefully pulling out the long, slender shaft within. Despite his best efforts, he just gave himself a headache trying to remember what happened next. "What the hell happened last night?" X asked himself, "Did that guy slip something in my drink? I don't think I even got his name..."

As he was trying to remember, he realized that things were moving around him. It felt vaguely like he was on a boat, with things swaying steadily back and forth in the waves. He could sense other movement beneath him; was that the water? But he reached down even further and felt only more fur. He tried reaching up, to see if he could find something to pull himself upward with, but he blinked in surprise as he found a ceiling of more fur. The fox sniffed curiously and noticed a strong male scent as well, not unlike a pair of his underwear after being worn for a couple days.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" X shouted, becoming somewhat nervous. Now he was certain that somebody had slipped him something last night and that it was still messing with him, but he'd never heard of something that could cause such strange sensations. Silence was the only response his shouts received, and the movement continued in the same steady rhythm as before. Left, right Left, right. The combination of movement and silence was unnerving, and the fox puzzled over it for quite some time before being blinded by a sudden light from above. He then felt two warm walls squeeze around him and nearly blacked out as he was yanked upward, moving what seemed like a hundred feet in a couple seconds.

"So, you actually thought you could get away with cheating on me," a familiar voice said. The voice echoed around X and stirred him back to his senses. He was looking down as his eyes adjusted to the light, and when his vision cleared, he had to blink again to make sure he was seeing things clearly. Dozens of feet beneath him was a larger than life version of his boyfriend's fuzzy sheath, complete with Alex's favorite form-fitting leather pants being held open by a finger. "Heh, do you have any idea how fucking miserable it is to sit alone at the house while you go off and try to screw every last guy in the city?" X finally recognized the voice rumbling around him, echoing distantly... it was Alex. The fox looked around for his lover, but only could look at a white, furry wall in front of him and the two pink walls at his sides that held him above the super-sized genitals below. He then realized that must have been between the sheath and body of that giant creature, getting shifted back and forth as the beast walked. But what could possibly be so large?

"A... Alex?" X gulped, looking around nervously, "Where are you?"

"Right above you, you little shit," Alex snarled. X finally looked up and yelped in surprise as he saw his mouseboi's face above him, also giant sized. "Surprised, are you?" Alex continued, "Well, I followed you to the club last night and saw you flirting with everybody that had a dick and a pulse, so I thought I'd teach you a lesson. You're as small as you make me feel now. How does it feel to be so worthlessly small? So helpless?" The mouse grinned darkly and squeezed the tiny vulpine between his fingers, making X squirm in pain. "Does that terrify you? Just one little squeeze and you'll be a stain on my fingers. Nobody will ever know what happened to you. Nobody would ever find your remains. Nobody would care. Just like you never care about me."

"Please, stop!" X screamed, wincing as his ribs strained under the pressure of those two fingers. He knew full well that his boyfriend had a sadistic streak and wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone for pleasure, but he didn't think Alex would kill someone for a thrill... until now. "Just let me go and put me back to normal and I'll never go out at night again! Please!" His voice started to break as he realized just how little he could do to save himself. He really was one squeeze away from being a forgettable stain on the mouseboi's fingers, washed off and simply forgotten.

"Oh, I'll let you go..." Alex said coldly, starting to walk again. "Do you know where we are? I'm at your favorite club again. In the men's room. The bartender let me in early since I said I was looking for a wallet I lost last night, but it's just half an hour until the doors open. And since it's Saturday night this place won't close until 3AM, ten long hours away. I'm going to go out there and have a good time, but you're going to be punished for being such a damn slut. Don't worry though; you're going to see a lot of dick tonight. I wouldn't dare deprive you of that..."

The mouse had stopped walking, and though X tried to see what was around him the mouse's fingers were close enough to his body that he couldn't see what was behind him. "Grab on, you whore," Alex commanded, roughly pressing the fox to the pink tip of his penis. X realized in shock that his boyfriend was getting an erection from this and clung tightly to the warm flesh, terrified both by dropping to the floor and of displeasing the giant mouseboi. As Alex lowered his pants, the vulpine found himself looking into a cockslit that was nearly as tall as his entire body, and shuddered as the tip flared open before him, soon followed by a rush of fluid.

With a single thought and a sort squeak of contentment, the mouse started to piss onto his tiny boyfriend. The stream had all the force of a raging waterfall, and X couldn't possibly hold on. He was so small that the impact of his body against the urinal didn't even stun him; he was too small for that violent collision to injure him. The fox started to slide down the slick, white surface, and Alex continued to aim right for his brown-furred form, the urine hitting his body with increasing force as gravity made the already strong flow into a battering pressure that stole the fox's breath. X steadily slid down the ceramic and soon found himself at the very bottom of the crotch-high urinal. The pressure of Alex's hot, golden stream was so great that some of the urine forced into his muzzle, making him drink the bitter fluid drop by muzzle-filling drop, even as he tried to spit it out in disgust. It was so forceful that X was afraid of being crushed, if the volume of fluid forcing into his muzzle didn't drown or choke him first. The fox felt like he was being inundated with hundreds of thousands of gallons of piss, even though it was really just a few ounces. After several long moments, the flow slowly subsided, and Alex flicked the last few drops right at the minuscule vulpine in the urinal.

"You're going to stay there all night hon," Alex said simply. As he spoke, he kept a mischievous but serious tone to his voice, "I'll come back for you at last call. Do me a favor and try not to drown, hmm? I'd be so upset if you happened to die like the worthless little bug you are..." As the mouseboi spoke, though, X was too busy staring at the towering form before him. He was used to Alex being chest-high; now the mouse towered hundreds of feet above his shrunken form. The rodent's cock itself was a frightening beast in its own right. It seemed a hundred feet long and pointed right at him as the mouse let a final spurt out, further tormenting the fox. Though it was only an average-sized cock, it still looked large on the mouse, especially from X's perspective. It was perfectly smooth, and still slick with natural wetness from his sheath, causing it to glisten under the fluorescent lights. Above, the mouse was wearing a leather vest, which was small enough to leave nothing to the imagination; the mouse just loved the feel of leather against his fur. X knew that - if Alex was going to spend the night in the club - he'd surely have a few guys hitting on him.

"See you tonight!" Alex taunted as he pulled his pants back up and walked out, leaving X in the urinal. The shrunken fox started to protest, but then realized he wouldn't be heard even if he was screaming to the mouse and decided to save his breath. If his boyfriend was serious, then X was going to need every bit of energy he could conserve. He only watched helplessly as the mouseboi walked away, leather pants tightly gripping the curves of his ass, showing off every bit of his shapely form. There was only one working urinal in the club, which was a little high for someone short as Alex, but rather low for most other furs. X's body blended in fairly well with the porcelain; since he had been stained urine-colored already, he knew it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see him down here. There was a plastic holder for a urinal cake that had been inverted for some reason, though the chemicals were long gone; it was little more than a basket for the fox to lie in. He tried climbing up the edges, but even after climbing out of the holder, the porcelain walls were too high and slick for him to escape. Going down wasn't an option either, as the mere thought of ending up in the sewers made the fox squirm; that would be even worse than simply spending a night as a public urinal. He shivered as the evaporating urine cooled his body and huddled against the back of the urinal, trying to keep himself warm. He was alone in the bathroom, with only the cheap plastic holding him above the yellowish pool of water beneath him.

X dozed off, but he was awakened by the bathroom door slamming closed as someone walked in. It was a rather young tiger whose hips and tail swayed when he walked even though there was no audience. At least the bright-orange tiger couldn't have thought there was an audience; X was impossibly small to see. The tiny fox stared, for a moment forgetting about the danger of being so small in the presence of someone so large. He watched as the tiger walked closer, then stopped just in front of the urinal, revealing a small bulge in his pants, perhaps from being teased by another club member. Then the tiger unzipped, large claws working the zipper, the sound echoing off the commode and resonating in X's mind. With his right paw, he pulled out a thick, black, feline penis. He was rather on the short side, but the girth alone made it look impressive, especially as the veins pulsed and throbbed along the half-hard member. From X's tiny viewpoint, the tiger's shaft seemed threateningly large overhead as it pointed down, its cockslit alone as large as the minuscule fox below. The vulpine could only stare at the blimp-sized tiger dick above him as its musky scent wafted toward him, making a bulge in X's jeans once more.

Then, without even looking downward, the tiger released, shattering X's fantasies.

The rush of fluid was brutal, knocking the air from X's lungs and trapping him against the plastic holder again. The plastic dug into the fox's back as he was pinned against the plastic, unable to even deflect the force of the urine as the golden flow covered his entire body. He had to close his eyes tightly - the urine burned if he didn't - and thus couldn't even see what was going on above him. He could only wait for it to pass, even as the fluid stung his fur and flesh; X felt like he was being burned alive. Finally, the stream of urine slowed, then stopped completely. It was quickly followed by a low, trickling sound as the feline flushed the toilet. The stinging tiger piss was replaced with clear, fresh water, and X quickly rinsed his fur out as much as he could. He still smelled strongly, but it wasn't overpoweringly offensive to his tiny nose now. Even as he washed off, he watched the tiger flick his shaft above him, flinging the last few drops into the urinal. X was still drawn to the cock above him, wishing he could do more than just stare, but helpless to do anything at all.

The night continued in much the same way, with furs coming in to simply do their business, completely ignoring the tiny fox that was in the bottom of the urinal. Other foxes, canines, felines, horses, dragons, and other exotic species came and left without ever knowing the tiny fox was down there. A few furs did notice him but dismissed him as a mere bug; some even deliberately aimed for him and nearly drowned him simply by urinating. The first few hours passed quickly, as the club was usually quiet early in the evening, but X knew that wouldn't hold out for the rest of the night. He had plenty of time to think about the rather twisted 'justice' Alex was giving him: since Alex was pissed off, X was getting pissed on.

Four hours into X's ordeal, the little fox was whimpering every time a new fur came in. He knew he was going to be hit with a rush of hot, acidic fluid that burned his fur, then swished around with a rush of cold water that left him shivering until the next fur used the urinal. So when a black-haired Clydesdale walked in stood before the toilet, X was screaming and begging for mercy, even though the horse couldn't possibly hear the tiny squeaks coming from below. Normally X would have been thrilled to see someone as well endowed as this horse, but in his current situation the thought was terrifying. There was a bulge in the horse's pants that went down his pants leg nearly to his knee, and yet it suggested the Clydesdale was still soft, and exceptionally well endowed! The thick, heavy shaft was a struggle to pull out of the pants, but the horse undid both the button and zipper of his pants, letting them sag on his hips as he fished out his maleness. The smell of equine musk assaulted X's nostrils, even overpowering the smell of urine that clung to his dark brown fur. It was nearly impossible for the equine to lift it up and aim into the toilet without touching the cold ceramic, and the head came dangerously close to just smacking X as it blocked out all light above the vulpine. The micro could only see the silhouette of the penis above him as its head flared out even wider, the giant releasing a torrent directly onto X, who desperately tried to raise his paws to fend off the stinging flow that battered him roughly against the plastic.

X's efforts to protect himself completely in vain as he just was slammed violently down by the horse's jet of pee. It was like being caught directly in the flow of a waterfall and X was completely pinned, spread eagle, exposing his entire body to the harsh, bitter fluid. The potent scent bit at the fox's nose when he could get a breath; the powerful stream kept his nose shut most of the time. X was certain that his bones were going to snap under the pressure, but it was only enough to be painful and he suffered no injuries to anything but his pride. It slowed, then stopped completely, leaving the fox floating in a deep pool of urine before long; the Clydesdale had pissed enough that X was actually buoyant in the remaining fluid, as it rose above the level of the holder. For a moment X thought he might get free, but the fluid was slowly draining and X realized that if he did get out of the toilet, he'd just be a bug on the floor, if he survived the fall in the first place.

Unlike previous visitors, though, there wasn't that cool rush of clean water for X to wash himself off with. X slowly looked upward, only to find the equine pressing the toilet's manual flush button to no effect. "Heh, damn thing's busted," the horse said, his deep voice echoing down to the tiny fox. It didn't take long for the fox to realize what that meant; he'd be floating and soaking in piss the rest of the night. The fox whined and begged for rescue as the horse turned and walked away, completely oblivious to the vulpine's fate. Though the scent of urine became somewhat less powerful when the fluid cooled, it still made X's fur tingle as the acids nipped at him. It wasn't painful, but it certainly kept his attention and kept him from being at all comfortable, as well as kept him wide awake.

More time passed. The next furs that X could remember specifically were a pair of dragons, one red and one blue. X gulped as he saw the size of their sheaths bulging; both of them were large enough to challenge that Clydesdale's endowments. The red one walked up first, and the fox gawked at the towering, scaled beast whose head nearly touched the ceiling. He looked as much like a raptor as a dragon, X noted, even as he looked back down at the bulge in front of him. The dracoraptor was wearing knee-length shorts, and X could just see the end of his sheath peeking out the bottom of the thinly-stretched khaki. When the red undid his pants, he had to hold them up by his tail to keep them from falling to the floor; they were a size larger just to accommodate the prodigious dragonhood they normally held. The sheath swelled lightly as the red dragon pulled out not one, but four black-and-red cocks. Each one of them was nearly as long as the horse's, but the dragon's were thicker still than the equine's. Each one was shaped slightly differently - one looked vaguely canine, another cetacean, the third humanoid, and the last distinctly reptilian - but each one was impressive in its own right. It took both paws for the reptile to grab the four cocks and aim into the urinal, blocking out all the light above the small fox once again. Only now did the fox notice the musk of the male towering before him, somehow more vibrant than the any other creature that had come in tonight, as if the sexual scents of several species had combined.

Red dragons are fire dragons, and X received a harsh reminder of that as he was urinated upon. The fluid was hot enough to burn, but no matter how loud X screamed his voice was drowned out by the rushing stream into the toilet, if his screams weren't silenced by a blast of liquid right into his mouth. On a few occasions the fox was forced under the surface by the flow, but that was a welcome change; the liquid already pooled in the toilet was cool enough to soothe his skin. The fox was little more than a passenger as he was forced around by the raging torrent that crashed down atop him. Then, just as quickly as it stated, the dragon-raptor finished his business and tucked everything back into his sheath, letting the blue dragon walk up.

As the sky-blue beast walked up, X noticed that there was no bulge at all inside the dragon's black slacks. A webbed hand reached down and undid the zipper, then further inside to pull a decidedly modest, ridged penis out of the the dragon's maleslit. It was a darker shade of blue than the rest of his body, and tapered down to a pointed tip, almost like a cetacean's length. He pointed into the toilet, not leaning in as close, which gave X a clear view up and into the cockslit as it aimed right for him. The blue was nervous about being in front of another dragon while he peed, and it took a few moments for him to relax enough even to use urinate. While the red dragon was a fire elemental, the blue dragon was ice, as X quickly discovered; the first drops of urine were like buckets of ice water hitting the tiny fox. That was soon followed by a steady stream of ice-cold fluid, squarely hitting X and forcing him under the surface. While it was a welcome relief from the heat of the red dracoraptor's piss, the cold was making the fox's muscles tense up; he had to swim out of the flow to avoid drowning due to his body freezing up on him. He swam toward the front of the urinal, directly under the blue dragon dick above him, giving him a clear view of the urethral ridge and veins lining the underside of the blue's length. Though X had to paddle slowly to avoid being drawn back, he still stared upward, able to see every twitch of muscle in the dragon's groin, but the tiny being was unable to touch him, only allowed to watch. X whined, wishing he could join the two dragons, but he was merely a speck in the toilet that they'd never notice, as the blue shook his length and pulled his pants back up, leaving X shivering to try warm himself again.

Shortly after the blue dragon finished, the two mythical beasts stepped into one of the bathroom stalls. While X couldn't see what was happening, he clearly heard every sound of it, amplified by the size of the dragons relative to his tiny form. Everything from the heavy breathing to the sounds of flesh and scale grinding together, from the growls and grunts of pleasure, to the occasional splash of pre against the tiled floor seemed ten times louder than it should. Normally the vulpine would have loved to be a voyeur, but not when he was floating in a stinking pool of urine and struggling just to keep himself afloat. He was getting tired, and the fluid was now high enough that he couldn't use the plastic cover within the toilet as a support, forcing him to continually paddle to keep his head above the surface..

While the two dragons played with one another, another creature came in. X couldn't even tell what it was at first as the black creature walked in, but then the fox noticed the white underbelly and tailflukes behind the orca, making its species obvious. The cetacean made his way in, wearing a skin-tight wetsuit on his lower body, which only just concealed the bulge within. The orca let out a grunt as he lowered those pants, which slowly revealed a bulge in his maleslit, held in painfully. Once free of the pants, the orca let out his shaft, which slithered free as he quickly hardened. For a moment, the scent of cetacean arousal overwhelmed even the stench of urine as the orca moved closer to the urinal. The black and white beast blocked out everything else with his body; X could only see the glistening pink cock above him and the orca's perfectly smooth body towering beyond.

The orca reached a paw toward his cock, clearly erect, and aimed it into the urinal. X covered his face, expecting to be soaked again, but instead heard the distinctive fapping sound of someone masturbating. He soon was soaked by a drop of thick orcan precum, not urine, as a thick drop of the fluid splashed over X's fur. X blinked his eyes open slowly to avoid getting pre into them as he looked upward. The glistening shaft throbbed and jerked above X's tiny form as the cetacean pawed himself, panting loudly. Drops of pre splashed all around X, but he wasn't hit directly with another one even though the splashing drops caused urine to wash over his body again.

As the orca swiftly approached climax, more pre splashed over the shrunken fox as the giant pawed himself more roughly. X watched the tip swelling, the paw gripping tighter around the flesh, the orca's voice growing louder and rougher. The cetacean gripped himself tightly and squealed when he climaxed, thick seed firing directly into the urinal. The first of this hit X directly, forcing him down to the bottom of the fluid. The accumulation of warm urine washed off most of the orca's heavy seed, though some still clung to X's fur, leaving him heavy with cum. By the time X surfaced, the orca's orgasm had subsided and he was squeezing out the last couple of drops of seed with his paw. While the orca finished, a dolphin walked in and smirked at his companion. The dolphin was wearing nothing but a loincloth to cover his maleslit, and gold loops dangled from his pierced nipples. The grey-skinned dolphin was somewhat smaller than his black-and-white friend, but still an imposing presence as he walked closer too the orca. "You finished without me? Goodness, aren't you the eager one.." the dolphin teased as he walked over, gripping the orca's spent shaft. "What about my turn?"

Churring softly, the dolphin pushed the the orca out of the way and stood right in front of the urinal. With one paw he pushed the loincloth out of the way, there was nothing between X and the dolphin's maleslit. The orca stood behind the dolphin and reached down, pushing his black paws up against the grey slit to reveal the pink maleflesh within. The dolphin's length was mode slender than the orca's but soon proved to be longer, sliding out quickly with his friend's attention. X watched the cock slide out, further and further, until it resembled a ten-story building in size and girth. The scent of cetacean arousal was strong, with the two males standing above him. It seemed somewhat salty, like a mix of musk with seawater, and yet the fox couldn't help but enjoy the scent. He was being treated to a larger than life sex show, as the orca's paw moved a hundred feet up and down the dolphin's shaft, sliding on a thick layer of natural lubricants.

While watching the two cetaceans above him, the fox in the toilet became rather aroused himself. The scent of two males overpowered even the smell of urine around him; the only thing he could smell or see were the dolphin and orca above him. X reached down and started to paw at himself, his hand moving in time with the orca's as he witnessed the sex show. It was the ultimate in voyeurism; he was too small to even be noticed as he watched the two males. Though X pawed himself quickly and was nearing a much-needed orgasm, the dolphin came first, less than a minute after the two had started their game. The orca aimed directly down and X once again found himself pushed down by a torrent of cetacean semen. He was pushed down into the urine again, and started to cough and sputter, completely killing his erection; X found nothing arousing about being near-drowned in a lake of urine. By the time he surfaced, the dolphin's cock had nearly receded into its slit and the loincloth covered it up once again. X could take one last look at the cock, as there was still a tent in the cloth, but even that last peek was soon gone. The fox whimpered as the two athletic, aquatic creatures left, tails swishing in unison. Every movement accented the muscles in their tails, and the fox only dreamed of getting a piece of that.

The next person to walk through the door was Alex and X's heart leaped with hope. Was he finally going to be rescued? Had his boyfriend finally realized that this cruel game was pointlessly sadistic? But Alex had someone with him - a brown-furred rat - and the two walked into the stall nearest the urinal while completely ignoring the fox. X was devastated as he heard the two getting into one another's clothes, as there was nothing else for him to focus on except the sounds of his boyfriend doing the very thing that he so despised. The vulpine was convinced Alex was doing this just to get back at him, but it still made him feel ill inside and disgusted him even more than the golden lake he was floating in.

Even though more furs came and went, X was too preoccupied thinking about what his boyfriend was doing behind the nearby partition to even notice that he was getting showered in urine again and again, except for the occasions where he had to swim back to the surface. Why was Alex doing this to him? This was a twisted joke no matter how X tried to frame it; his boyfriend was fucking around even after punishing him for doing the same. His thoughts were interrupted as the stall opened and Alex walked back out, his rodent-friend in tow. As they walked out, Alex blew a kiss in X's direction and gave a sadistic smirk, acknowledging the fox only enough to make X's heart sink even further. Alex hadn't forgotten; he just didn't care.

Throughout the rest of the night, X was left with his thoughts, the occasional hot shower of urine, and little else. Even though dozens of furs filed in and out, only occasionally acknowledging the fox by pissing directly onto him, X barely noticed. He was already broken just by seeing his boyfriend violate his trust and only wished the night would be over soon. For once, though, he got his wish, as Alex came back for him about an hour later. The mouse just smirked down at him, shaking his head, "You're a damn mess, you know that?" Alex sneered, his words slurred by a few drinks, "You should be thankful that I'm even taking you home again after all the shit you've done."

Without the energy to reply or the desire to do anything except leave this stinking hell, X simply silently accepted the verbal abuse. Alex grimaced as he reached in to pull out the urine-soaked fox, then walked swiftly to the sink to rinse off the shrunken fur. X nearly vomited from the sudden movements but he was able to keep his digestive system under control; he feared what Alex would do if he did lose his lunch. When the mouseboi turned on the faucet, the cold water was like a gift from heaven to X, the first fresh water he'd felt against his fur in hours. While he was being washed, the vulpine drank what water he could, flushing out the vile taste of the urine from the hundred males that had urinated upon him over the course of the evening.

As soon as Alex was satisfied that his tiny boyfriend was clean, he cut the water and pulled his pants open once again, giving X that same view of the oversized mouse genitals that were contained within. This time, the mouse was more deliberate in his positioning of the diminutive fox, sliding him feet first directly into his sheath, nestling him against the smooth, slippery cockhead within. The rodent's musk was overpowering and far more pleasant than the scent of urine that assaulted X's senses earlier in the night. Once Alex started walking, the warmth and steady movements lulled X to sleep once again, the vulpine having exhausted himself just by staying afloat in the toilet. He fell unconscious and snuggled firmly to his boyfriend's crotch, where he would spend the remainder of the night.