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Eric and Laila: Gentle Steps

The second time Laila came back to Eric’s place on a date night, he was feeling a bit more self-confident. They were a bit more prepared this time. They had a list of dos and don’t’s and a safe word - “My Netflix Password,” that one was Laila’s joking suggestion that Eric decided to take literally – Laila had brought a couple of toys with her, and they’d both made sure to drink plenty of fluids beforehand.

Netflix and Chill had turned into Pornhub and Chill. Eric “sneakily” slipping a vibrator up the fennec’s shorts while she watched some unfortunate cat getting gangbanged and pissed on, and her returning the favor by stroking him off until he shouted that he was in danger of splattering his keyboard – but all of a sudden Laila’s face was in the way, and that led to a long discussion of the value of furs as cumrags – especially small, portable-sized ones that were still on the fox. Laila was very persuasive, at least when her mouth wasn’t full.

But she wasn’t the only one with a full mouth that night. Without even giving her a chance to clean herself up, he’d pinned her down on the bed and went down on her. It turned out his hunch was right: fur had a much more pleasant texture than human pubic hair – at least, Laila’s soft, fuzzy fur did. And the little squeaks she made, and the feeble attempts at crushing Eric’s head with her thighs – she was surprisingly strong, but not painfully so – were just so adorable! He could have stayed there licking and nuzzling her crotch all night... if it weren’t for the fact that both of their bladders were slowly getting fuller, and fuller, and fuller.

Actually, he wasn’t sure he would have minded staying there anyway. Even if she had an accident. But he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have minded either. He’d tried pissing on himself in the shower a couple times as an experiment, but he’d never persuaded an actual human being – or non-human being – to go that far. And besides, he didn’t want a wet mattress.

“Okay... I’ve really gotta go...” he admitted a while later, as he tugged gently on the fennec’s tail and ears while she stood bent over on the bed. Technically on all fours, but on tiptoes and the tips of her fingers. She might have been perfect blowjob height, but doggy style was a little awkward. “I think I’d better hit the bathroom after this round.”

“You - mmff – you sure? You sure you don’t wanna... fill me up?”

“No, you’d leak on my bed. Anyway, you sound too enthusiastic for a slave.” He yanked her ear extra hard, getting a yip of pain out of her.

“Oww... please be gentle...” she moaned. This was, as they’d discussed, the cue to do more of it.

“What are you going to do to stop me? You’re so tiny and defenseless!”

“I’ll - I’ll wet the bed!”

“If you do that I’ll make you clean it up... with your tongue!" Eric growled, and the mental image of him forcing her face into piss-soaked sheets, pressing her slender muzzle into her own urine, pushed him over the edge. His groin tingled, and thick liquid surged out of him into her. That was another advantage of dating outside your species. If you both had clean STD tests, there was no risk of swapping as many fluids as you liked. But Laila still pulled away after the third pulse, and ended up with sticky ropes of semen all over her butt.

“And speaking of fluids...”

“Huh?” Laila rolled over. Oh well, now the sheets needed to be washed anyway.

Eric did the shuffle of shame to the bathroom. He slammed the toilet lid up, not bothering to lift the seat. His bladder was so full it actually hurt, an almost stabbing pressure inside him. But he resisted the temptation to let go until he was sure Laila was there watching.

“Holy fuck...” the fennec gasped as Eric sighed in relief and his powerful stream blasted against the bowl. “That’s making me have to go even worse... and it’s making me so thirsty...”

“Thirsty?” Eric felt a throb of arousal, and had to hold his dick down as he continued to gush. The stream entered the water with a burbling roar, turning the surface to swirling foam and splashing a few droplets on the seat. His nervousness about doing this in front of her was overcome by desperation, but his heart was still pounding. He had to have pissed for at least thirty seconds before it even stopped, and then his bladder gave a little twinge of protest as if to say “not quite empty yet,” and even though the urge was small he gave in without question. A long dribble of pale urine, then a few more squirts.

“Wow...” Laila hovered over the toilet like she was considering licking it. “Okay, the next time you do that, I want it all over me."

Eric smiled. “I think that can be arranged. So, what about you, little fox? Are you going to pee for me too? Do you have to go?”

“I can probably hold it for a while longer.” Laila felt her bladder with some discomfort. “I’m not going to try, though...” She started to climb onto the toilet, but Eric grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her back.

“Uh-uh! No! Your toilet privileges got revoked, remember?”

The adorable fennec’s lower lip trembled. “But... but I have to pee! Where am I supposed to go?”

“In the shower.”

Eric wasn’t sure he bought Laila’s claim that she needed help getting in over the rim of the tub. But he wasn’t about to argue with her and risk killing a moment like this. The tiny vixen shifted her weight from foot to foot a little, and gently ran her fingers down her side. “So... what position?”

“Hmm...” Eric thought a little, then blurted out the nastiest fantasy that popped into his mind. “How about upside down?” he said with a devious smirk. “If you’re that eager to get wet...”

But Laila’s ears fell. “Uhh... I’m not really comfortable with that one yet...” she said nervously.

“Oh.” Eric’s heart sank. “But...” They’d done that a lot in the roleplays, but he guessed they’d gone places he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with doing in real life either. He was going too far, he was going too far... “Never mind. Sorry. That’s totally cool.”

“It’s okay,” Laila sighed. “It’s... I’ve wanted to try that for a long time, but I’m nervous about it, so I... I’d really love to have someone who I completely one hundred percent trust to do it with at some point, but like... I’m not saying I don’t trust you now, but -”

“No, no, I totally get it. I thought we weren’t doing that on the second date?”

“Oh, fuck off!” she laughed. “I thought we were done with that joke on the first one! Anyway, that came out wrong. I mean trust, like... I’m scared I’ll either fall, or, like... get it down the wrong pipe and choke, so I don’t wanna do it by myself, and right now my emergency contact’s my Mom and I don’t want her to get a call saying I’m in the hospital because I drowned myself in my own piss by accident.”

“You’ve... really thought this through, haven’t you?” was all Eric could say, and there was an awkward silence.

“Anyway, what’s your second choice?” Laila asked, fidgeting nervously. Or perhaps because she had to pee mmore badly than she admitted.

“Uhh... just do whatever’s comfortable for you,” he said. “Surprise me?”

“Careful what you ask for. You’re still in range, you know.”

“I still mean in the tub.”

“You’re such a dry blanket. Fine...” The fennec pondered a minute. “Okay, can we do a little bit more spicy?”

Eric shrugged and nodded.

“All right. Then... I’ll pee in whatever position you order me to, master. Just... whatever you do, please don’t make me get myself all wet! It’s bad enough that you’re forcing me to pee in the shower, and not even letting me use the toilet!”

“Is this a reverse psychology thing? I thought you said you seriously didn’t want to -”

“I never said I was scared of getting wet, period!” Laila said rapidly. “Just... something more controllable than the upside-down stuff.”

“Are you saying you have bad aim?”

Laila flipped him off.

“That was very rude,” Eric tried to keep a chiding tone and a straight face. “Since you clearly don’t respect your master, I’ll have to punish you. Maybe I will make you pee on yourself!”

“Oh no! Please, anything but that!” The fennec whimpered, but she couldn’t keep the grin off her own muzzle. “Please, it was already so embarrassing having to pee while you watched... I don’t think I could stand getting my nice soft fur all wet and gross...”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll learn not to talk back,” Eric said sternly. “Come on, into the briar patch you go.”

“Master, please... I don’t wanna get all wet!”

“Too bad. Now stand there with your legs together... a little more... a little less, I wanna see you piss yourself like an animal. Now let it out, nice and slow, all over your little legs.” Eric gazed longingly at the little gap between her slender thighs.

“But that’s... that’s dirty!”

“That’s right. That’s why I’m making you do it, because you’re a bad, dirty girl. You don’t deserve to pee in a toilet like a person. Come one, I know you need to go. You’ve been holding it in a long time, haven’t you?”

Laila nodded and gulped. “All evening. But that means there’s going to be so much! I’ll get so soggy!”

“Get your hand away from your crotch. I told you, you don’t get any privacy.” Eric covered his own grin. She just couldn’t help touching herself, could she? In fairness, neither could he, not now that he was getting into it.

The little vixen let out a pitiful whine, but finally gave in to the urges. A short spurt of pale yellow liquid splashed the floor of the tub, but she quickly leaned forward and squeezed her quivering hips a little tighter. Golden drops glistened on her tawny fur, and then... ssssssssssssss... a gentle waterfall of urine flowed forth from her already damp and sticky vulva, clinging to her fluffy legs and running down them in picturesque sheets of liquid.

“Wow, you really are getting yourself all wet, aren’t you?” Eric commented.

“I told you!” Laila said contritely.

“Okay, now turn around. But bend over.”

“Yes master...” Laila stopped the flow just long enough to obey. But her legs were still dripping, and her paws fell wetly as she turned. She was standing in a puddle of her own urine. Then she released her bladder again, and the drain began to gurgle as the puddle ran down into it.

“Ohh... I’m so embarrassed...” the vixen said softly. “Can’t you at least not watch me?”

“No. If you want privacy, you can...” A cruel idea struck Eric. But this time he was confident she’d be fine with it. “Put your tail between your legs.”

Laila’s long, fluffy tail obscured her private parts, but that was a small price to pay. The fennec pretended not to realize what would happen until she started peeing again. Peeing all over her own tail... her luxurious fur did little to absorb the flood, and soon it was dripping vigorously. Eric found that from the right angle she wasn’t really covering herself, and he took full advantage of it, watching his girlfriend soak her own tail. Her messy stream was still running down her legs, all the way to her cute little paws.

“H-hey! Wait a minute! Are you still watching?” Laila ‘noticed’ that Eric could still see her. Her hands flew to her pussy, but of course she didn’t stop peeing. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what she’d done. Wow, he was really getting into this now. “Oh goddamnit! Oh my god! You made me pee in my own hands!” She raised her dripping forepaws for him to see. The short, fine fur was already soggy, and the pads glistened with her own urine.

“No, you did that all by yourself.”

Laila looked like she was about to say something, but bit her tongue and just finished emptying her bladder down her own body. It really was a lot of pee. A lot for such a small creature, but it seemed like a lot even for a full-sized human. Wow... she must have been close to her limit after all. She had a really good poker face.

“Now, wipe your hands clean on yourself.”

Laila ‘reluctantly’ obeyed.

“So, did you like that?” Eric asked. “Did you like pissing yourself on command?”

“Oh, yeahhh...” Laila seemed grateful to break character. “Oh my fucking god, I’m so horny right now. You choose the position for me again.” She started to climb out of the shower, but slowly enough that Eric has plenty of time to stop her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re still all wet!” he said, gently grabbing her shoulder. “What are you going to just drip fox piss all over my bathroom floor? We’ve got to clean you up first!”

Laila looked down at the puddle in the tub with a disappointed expression. “What, so soon?”

“Well, you’re the one who’s impatient!”

“You aren’t? What, am I not desirable to you anymore once my bladder’s empty?”

“Oh, oh no, that is... that is way off the mark. I just don’t want you getting piss on my sheets.”

“I thought that wasn’t a problem for you.”

“Well, not the sheets really, but the mattress.”

“Ohh... oh, yeah, that makes sense. I got one of those waterproof cover things a while ago so I didn’t have to worry about wetting the bed, I kinda forgot most people don’t have those.” She shrugged. “Well, I don’t wanna wait... so what do you think of joining me in here and cleaning up later?”

“You can’t just... invite me into my own fucking shower, I can get in it whenever I want. You said any position?”

“Some restrictions may apply, but yeah, any position, don’t be a dick.”

“Okay...” Eric climbed onto the tub, placing his feet carefully and gripping the rail to make sure he didn’t slip and fall. He towered over the little vixen. His half-mast cock was nearly at her chin level. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a choice. You can either lie down on your back, and then lick this clean afterwards, or you can lick it clean now, and then get on your knees and I’ll rub your nose in the mess you just made of my tub.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” came the breathless reply. “Uhh... can I get on my knees now and then lick you clean? So it doesn’t get cold? And maybe ”

“Uhh... yeah. Hang on, my brain kinda short-circuited at the part where you agreed to rub your face in your piss off a bathtub floor.”

“Did I say I was agreeing to it? I thought you were gonna hold me down and force me to do it.”

Eric sighed. His body was telling him yes... but his mind was really, really telling him now. “Can we... not do that kind of rough yet? That’s... like... that’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Laila said. “Okay, is ‘I’m going to get on my knees and 100% consensually lick my own piss off the bathtub floor fine?”

“You mean while I 100% consensually fuck you from behind, and then turn you over and hold you down in your own puddle and finish on you? Yeah... that’d be just fiiinne...”