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Kinktober 2022 Wet Edition, Days 1-7

1: Masturbation

Today, Laila the fennec vixen decided to masturbate with a full bladder. She hadn't peed since this morning when she woke up. She loves the anticipation of letting herself slowly fill over the course of the day. By the time she was done with her morning jog, all her errands and chores, and a few hours of video gaming, she was so horny the urge to touch herself was unbearable, and so full the urge to go to the bathroom was unbearable. But she only indulged one of those urges. As a fennec she could handle long periods of dehydration, but she preferred to drink plenty of fluids. Two water bottles, a can of Mountain Dew, and a 28 oz Gatorade all contributed to the uncomfortable bulge above her panty line. She gingerly tugged them off, crawled into bed, and reached for her vibrator. She held it tantalizingly above her crotch, then had an idea and moved it higher, letting the toy rest directly on her aching bladder. She immediately let out a squeak of discomfort and ecstacy, and her legs clenched together. Maybe that was too intense.

An hour later, and the little vixen was panting and stifling whines as she rubbed herself. Her crotch was sopping wet, but she hadn't released just yet. She looked longingly at the open bathroom door. She liked to leave it open, so running to the toilet was all the more tempting. Maybe she should. Or at least the bathtub. No, she could make it, she could make it!

Laila's mouth was dry from panting. She took another sip of water from the glass by her bed, imagining all the liquid going straight to her bladder. Not yet. When it was empty, she could go.

As soon as it was empty, Laila closed her eyes and rubbed even harder, slipping her finger inside herself just a little and imagining it was her boyfriend's tongue. She let out a soft yip, and warm liquid spurted against her hand.

Oops.

Well, that was what the waterproof mattress topper was for. And it certainly didn't kill the mood. There was no going back now. Laila's thighs clenched and spasmed as her overfilled bladder started to leak in spurt after spurt, all over her hand, her sheets, and her own fluffy tail.

She'd just peed the bed. That was so naughty. If she'd done this in Eric's bed, he would have rubbed her face in it. Naughty foxy, marking the bed. Fuck! She rolled onto all fours, straining to hold it in. She sniffed the wet spot, grinning at the musky odor, and pressed her chin down into the warm, wet cloth.

“Yeah..." she moaned, still fingering herself. She forced her legs to spread, and the flood just couldn't be held back. A loud jet of liquid sprayed onto her sheet and her own legs. She stopped the flow with great effort, and groped for the empty water glass. She held it to her crotch and released again, imagining being ordered to keep the sheets dry. But it overflowed almost immediately, and she was still bursting.

Ohh... this was the best part. Laila knelt, keeping one hand between her legs, keeping herself going while she eyed the glass. It wasn't too dark, but still definitely yellow. She sniffed, and lapped at the quivering surface. She wrinkled her nose at the acrid, salty, bitter taste against her tongue, and the heat of her body. So nasty. So delicious! She lapped up more pee, and stuck her muzzle in, purposely not holding her breath so it would feel like she was drowning. Yes! She forced the tiny bit of air in her lungs out as bubbles, then pulled back, gasping in ecstacy. Still full... she overturned the glass of urine over her head, letting its contents pour down on her scalp, her muzzle, her ears, and all down her body. She loved the feeling of it soaking into her fur. She felt herself leak again, and reached down to refill the glass, spreading her legs and letting go of her bladder in a foaming jet of piss that flooded it again, then holding black the flood. She raised it up again. Her hand quivered and spilled it as she reached for her vibrator. She licked the golden droplets off the outside, then took a swig, swished it around in her mouth, and swallowed. So good... she leaned back against her pillow, pressed the vibrator against her bladder, and let it all go. She suppressed her moans of pleasure by focusing on drinking, moving the toy back and forth and swallowing gulp after messy gulp. She imagined Eric draining his bladder down her throat, using her as his little furry urinal.

That was her limit. The little fennec's body went tight, and a hot stream showered her paws while she panted and gurgled, reveling in the taste of her own pee and the naughtiness of soaking herself in bed.

When it was over, she was left lying in a cooling puddle on the mattress, completely soaked. She licked her lips, refreshing the bitter aftertaste with more salty golden droplets.

Then something buzzed other than the vibrator. Laila looked at her phone and saw the text. “Oh, fuck!"

She'd forgotten. It was date night! This was bad. She had plenty of time to shower and clean up her bed, but she'd promised Eric she'd hold her pee all day for him. He'd just asked how she was feeling. How sweet!

This was an emergency. One can of Mountain Dew was already plenty of caffeine to make a fennec jittery, but she got herself another without even washing her hands. Just for the diuretic effect. She needed to be full by this evening.

2: Rimming

Today is Scat Only, sorry! If you're into that, you can check out the other version of this story.

3: Fisting

Today is Scat Only, sorry! If you're into that, you can check out the other version of this story.

Day 4: Spanking

Meet Fox in Socks. She is a cute feral red vixen. Her real name is Amber, but she likes to wear socks or stockings on all four of her paws. Her owner likes this too. A naked fox is sexy enough, but clothes on a wild animal is even better.

Today, Fox in Socks is in trouble. Her master is mean, and locked her litterbox in a closet. Fox in Socks is not allowed to go outside to go potty without permission, and she does not get to pee in the toile either since that is for humans. It's quite obvious that there's nowhere she's allowed to pee on days like this, so accidents are inevitable, but Fox in Socks is a good fox, so she always tries very hard to make it all day. Her master makes sure she drinks plenty of water and electrolytes. She paced, and fidgeted, and did cute little foxy potty dances as her bladder slowly filled. But the poor vixen just couldn't make it. She squatted and peed right there on the floor, but her bladder was so desperately full that her strong stream of musky yellow piss rebounded and sprinkled drops of fox urine all over her legs and even the underside of her cute fluffy tail. And she peed so much that soon she was standing in the puddle. It soaked into the blue socks she is wearing today and got them all wet!

There are few sights sadder than a fox in soggy socks. But now her owner is very angry because she tracked pee around the house. He takes her over his knee and spanks her, over and over again while Fox in Socks sobs and says she's sorry for soaking her socks, but firm discipline is a must to prevent wild animals from marking everywhere in the house.

The silly vixen didn't even empty her bladder all the way because she was so horrified and disgusted by getting her paws wet. But she's spanked so vigorously that the poor animal loses control of her bladder and urinates all over her master's lap! Bad, bad fox!

Now they are both wet, and Fox in Socks has shown that she needs an even harsher punishment, like having her nose rubbed in her puddles.

Day 5: Macro/Micro

Today, a cute little feral squirrel did something very naughty. She snuck into a men's bathroom in a busy bar because she has a perverted infatuation with human men. She climbed up high on the wall so she could look down and watch them pee, but as she watched she realized it wasn't just them taking their dicks out that turned her on: she loved watching their streams spray the porcelain in all shades of yellow, and listening to the dripping and pattering of liquid, and even the smell of human urine was intoxicating to the tiny rodent.

She got braver and braver, until the little squirrel decided to do something even naughtier. When the bathroom was empty, she climbed into one of the urinals and stood there on the gross, soggy urinal cake, waiting. She brushed her fluffy tail against the back wall of the urinal, getting it damp and nasty.

Somebody came to use the bathroom. He wasn't so drunk he didn't notice the squirrel, but he was drunk enough, and desperate enough not to care. The man winced as he unbuttoned his jeans and took his huge, flaccid cook out of his boxers. The squirrel's tail wagged at the sight, and she leaned forward, sniffing his sweat. This was it! She was going to be peed on! Her tail wagged against the backsplash and she quivered with frightened anticipation. Then the man started peeing a strong, pale, beer-smelling stream against the wall above her, causing urine to rain down on her. The squirrel freezes as thinks about what a nasty, degrading thing she is doing to herself. She has second thoughts, until he aimed his stream downward and sprayed like a firehose all over her body. He wasn't aiming very well. If he was giving another human a golden shower he would probably get it all on their face, but the squirrel was much smaller. On the other hand she was so tiny that she was soon completely drenched in what to her was an enormous amount of piss. She squeaked in delight and let herself get bathed in his gushing torrent. As soon as he was done, she pushed the urinal cake out onto the floor so she could replace it with her own body. Her soggy fur may not be any good as masking odors or disinfecting the bathroom, but she is still a huge improvement because she is much more fun to pee on. After her next shower she started licking her lips and fur, revelling in the forbidden saltiness, and when the third man squared up she opened her mouth. Truly an impressive challenge to aim at, but what motivation!

The slutty squirrel's mouth was flooded with hot, salty man urine. Her cheeks bulged out and inflated with liquid. She gulped it down, and writhed in the bottom of the urinal, even licking the porcelain. Soon she was masturbating frenetically under shower after shower as an endless procession of drunk men came to empty their bladders. She spread her legs and pointed at her tiny little rodent pussy and butthole, encouraging the bathroom's users to blast them with jets of pressurized piss to help her get off. Word soon spread that there was a squirrel urinal cake in the bathroom, and hers became the most popular urinal there. And it's no wonder: now she's gotten even more shameless and started spreading her legs and shaking her rump, making them blast her pussy with strong jets of liquid.

It's been three hours, and the squirrel is still in the bathroom, and shows no signs of getting tired of being drenched in urine.

Daily Double:

Seventy million years ago today, in the desert of Mongolia, a tiny little Mononykus was looking for bugs to eat around a grazing herd of gigantic titanosaurs. Flash floods are a common hazard in the desert, which the little dino was aware of, but she didn't realize that such disasters don't require any rain. The silly mononykus made the terrible mistake of chasing a beetle directly underneath one of the sauropods right as she decided to empty her colossal bladder.

Even for a human a dino deluge would be not just a devastating golden shower but possibly a bath if there was a convenient tub. But to a small, fragile little dinosaur like Mononykus such a terrible torrent was a true catastrophe. The thundering yellow waterfall crashed down on her back with such force that she was not just stunned but knocked to the ground and pinned there by the sheer force. The poor animal screeched and flapped her arms and kicked her little legs in terror and disgust, but she couldn't get out from under the titanosaurian torrent. Hundreds of gallons of dark yellow piss gushed from the sauropod's cloaca in an endless river, churning the parched earth into a growing muddy lake.

The mononykus was nearly drowned by the time the stream finally let up. She coughed and choked, and squawked: “Hey! Watch where you're going! You could've killed me! My feathers are ruined, too!"

“Oh." The titanosaur's long neck craned around. “Whoops. Sorry, little thing. You should have known better to stand under a bigger dinosaur's tail!"

“You should know better than to just pee wherever you are instead of digging a latrine! You big dinos are so uncivilized!" The little dinosaur sobbed and gagged in disgust. She was several inches deep in a foaming lake of dirty piss-water. She tried to get up and wade to safety, but her tiny body was so battered and bruised from the bludgeoning of so much liquid cascading down on her from such a height that she must have sprained something. She couldn't escape, only writhe helplessly in what now seemed to be ammonia-laced quicksand.

The titanosaur looked offended. “I'll have you know we're quite civilized. Whenever we stop at a new feeding grounds, the first one who has to go marks the spot for the entire herd."

“Wait... really?"

“No," said another titanosaur. “But you have a point. It's so unsanitary just relieving ourselves wherever. I was going to pee over here, but I'd better use the same spot." She lumbered over and positioned herself, causing the sopping Mononykus to squeal in terror.

“No! Please, go somewhere else! I'm stuck! I can't get out!"

“Sorry," said the sauropod. “That would be so uncivilized."

“Heeeelp!" the Mononykus shrieked, before another torrent of dinosaur pee cascaded down on her.

To this very day, the Mononykus's misfortune is preserved in stone and on display in a museum. Luckily the poor thing wasn't drowned and fossilized, but it took hours before she recovered enough to free herself. Her panicked thrashing, and the trail as she first dragged herself through the urine-based mud, then limped away and left deep footprints, dried out and was covered by windblown sand.

“Why?" blubbered the little dinosaur. Her feathers were completely sodden with piss and caked with mud, and in the desert there was no water to wash off in. She completely reeked of urine. “Oh, I hope no one saw that..."

Little did she know...

Day 6: Panties and Lingerie

Today is Scat Only, sorry! If you're into that, you can check out the other version of this story.

7: Incest

Today, Carlos the 23-year-old coyote's twin sister Clarita discovered his bad habit.

“What the fuck???" she yipped upon looking under his bed. “Hey, get in here you idiot!"

“Oh no." Carlos ran to his room, dreading what she'd found, and his fears were proven right. “What the fuck is this?"

Carlos looked at the floor. He couldn't meet his sister's gaze, for what she was holding up was a 2-liter soda bottle filled almost to the brim with yellow liquid. And right behind her were the other ten bottles.

“I - I can explain!" he stammered. “This isn't what it looks like!"

“Really? It looks like piss to me, dude."

“Well - yes, but – look, I'm not too lazy to walk to the bathroom! You just take forever to shower in the morning and hog the bathroom, so I don't have another choice!" He hoped she couldn't see him blushing. “And I pour them out and wash the bottles every week, emptying day just isn't until tomorrow."

“Seriously? You think that makes this any better? Oh my god I can't believe you're this disgusting!" Clarita scolded him. She took out her phone and took a picture of the bottles, her tail wagging furiously. “Wait 'til Mom finds out you're not even toilet-trained!"

“No! Please! She doesn't have to know! I'll do anything!" Carlos submitted to his twin's blackmail without question. He was doomed. He was going to have to change his name and leave the country to escape this shame.

An evil grin spread across her face. “Anything?"

“Anything. Please. I know we don't always get along, but -"

“Okay. But I get eleven demands: one for every bottle."

“Really? That's ridiculous! One demand for one secret!"

“You're not in any position to negotiate bro. The pictures are already in the cloud. I can email them to Mom right now. There's a Chancla with your name on it!" She teased.

Fine. What do you want?"

“First demand: tell me the truth. You really expect me to believe you peed this much in one week just in the mornings? There's eleven bottles!"

Carlos blushed even harder. “Okay, fine! It wasn't just in the mornings. It started that way, but then I started using them while playing video games, and... it felt kind of..."

“Kind of what?"

“I... uhh... convenient?"

“Oh my god, this is a sex thing isn't it? I can't believe you have a piss fetish!"

“I do not have a piss fetish!" he protested, his voice cracking.

“Are you sure? You don't save this because you want to drink this for later? Or pour it on yourself? Or sell it to strangers on the internet?"

“No! I just like filling the bottles! That's all, I swear!"

“Fine. Anyway, second demand: you have to have sex with me."

“Wait wait wait – what? Are you insane? You're my own sister!"

“Dude, it's fine. I've got the pill and an IUD."

“That doesn't make it any better! What is wrong with you? Fine. Go ahead, tell mom, I don't care."

Clarita scowled. She unscrewed the bottle and took a sniff. She gagged. “Fuck, this is rancid. This must be one of the older ones." She headed towards his bed.

“Wait. What are you doing. Don't you dare! Hey! Cut it out, you little brat! I'll tell Mom!"

“Go ahead. It'll just look like you wet the bed and made up a lie to get me in trouble." She tipped it and started to pour. With an appalling GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG stale coyote piss soaked his sheets. She moved it back and forth, drenching more and more of his bedding. “I hope you like sleeping in this." She hovered it over his pillow. “Hey! You're getting a boner, I knew it! You stupid piss freak!"

“Okay, okay, fine! I'll do whatever you want!"

“Okay. Demand three, let me pour this wherever I want."

“I hate you." Carlos started to cry as she poured the nasty liquid on his pillow, then moved on to douse his underwear drawer and clothes hamper. Then, to his astonishment she sniffed the bottle again, tipped her head back and took a swig.

“Wait a minute!" he cried. “You're the one with a piss fetish aren't you? Oh my god! I can't believe you just did that! That's disgusting! I'm seriously telling!"

“Who's she gonna believe? Her perfect daughter, or her loser son who plays video games all day and has like five gallons of piss under his bed?"

Carlos whimpered as she led him to the bathroom, making him carry two bottles, and returning for a few more.

“Demand four: I get to drink this one." She uncapped the freshest bottle, this morning's. His morning pee had filled it well over halfway, but to his astonishment she started chugging as she stood there in the tub. She drank messily, spilling urine all down her front and drenching her t-shirt and leggings. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Poor Carlos tried to hide his boner with his tail. Why was he finding this arousing? Sure, any objective observer would admit she was the hotter of the twins, and sure, he hadn't been telling the whole truth about having a kink for female furs playing with and even drinking urine, but she was his sister!

Clarita burped, and pulled down her soaked leggings. “Demand five: you have to drink this one."

“Oh no..."

He didn't get most of the two-liter bottle down his throat, but what he did drink went straight to his bladder. By the time he finished satisfying Demand Number Two, he was about to explode.

“Demand Six: you have to pee on me."

Carlos's hand shook as he took aim. This was so gross and inappropriate. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was using a toilet. But his bladder cared not where it was emptied. A musky stream gushed out, showering Clarita's face and dripping noisily onto the tub floor.

“What the fuck? Are you gargling it?" He opened his eyes at the sound out of shock that she was seriously that nasty. That was a mistake. He couldn't take his eyes off her getting completely soaked. But the worst was yet to come.

“Demand Seven: I get to pee on you, and you have to drink it."

“I hate you so much..." Carlos sat down and braced himself.

He thought it would be less gross when it was fresh. But it was even worse, because of the heat of her body gushing over his muzzle and pouring down his body, running down his throat.

“Don't forget, I still have four demands left!" she said teasingly.