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Kinktober 2022 Wet Edition, Days 8-14

8: Pegging

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

Day 9: Deepthroating & Facesitting

Today, you're woken rather rudely by needy claws pawing at your face, then when you won't get up pulling off the blanket and pulling down your boxers.

“Oh, no..." You sleepily try to push the fuzzy head away as it starts nuzzling you in a very private location. “Damnit. Please, let me sleep in on a Sunday just for once!" Then the slurping starts.

Being a Pokemon trainer isn't always glamorous, especially with certain species that have unusual needs. When a female Furret goes into heat, she stays in heat until she's either bred or manually stimulated, with potentially severe consequences for her health if it goes on too long. And Furrets in the wild mate several times per day for over a week. A lucky few have taught their Pokemon to use a vibrator all by themselves, but for most, including yours, the process needs to be more “hands-on." And unfortunately your pet has gotten it into her head that getting you off will persuade you to do the same for her, and you can't prove her wrong without further neglect. You should never have gone to bed with a promise to “do it in the morning." You guess you have to give her credit for waiting patiently all night.

“Ugh! Stop! Not right now, I have to pee!" you groan, and try to dislodge the Furret again. Your bladder is throbbing, and you'd be worried about it leaking out in your mouth if you weren't hard. “I'll go to the bathroom, and then I'll get your toys!"

But you've already put it off once. She growls, and climbs onto you, pinning you down under her weight, and sits down right on your face.

“Ugh... this would be easier if you just... never mind," you say through a mouthful of damp, sticky fur. It would be easier if she just fucked you, but still just as messed up and embarrassing. At least you wouldn't have to brush your teeth afterward. But the silly Pokemon doesn't seem to understand that penis going into vagina is how sex normally works. You can't blame her: she knows it feels good to lick her own privates so this must just be what comes naturally. Besides, her weight bouncing up and down on you might either make you piss yourself or actually damage your bladder if the liquid can't be released, so you don't want to give her any ideas.

You try not to gag as you tongue at her soggy Poke-Muff. It's not that bad a taste, you guess, but just the idea of it is gross. Plus, if she's been this wet all night you'll have to change the sheets for sure. She's not so much a squirter as a leaker, and sometimes she's soaked through the towel you put down when you help her take care of her needs. Your face is soon slick with her musky juices. Your sweet furret purrs, and nearly gags herself as she valiantly attempts to stuff your entire length down her throat. ULK! GLIKK! KLRK! She leans back, putting more of her weight on your face and smushing you down into the pillow. Her thighs tremble and clamp together on your skull, every muscle tight.

Much to her annoyance, you blow your load far too quickly, and from the sound of it it came out her nose, went all over her face, or both. With an irritated grumble she keeps sucking. It takes all your willpower to keep from releasing your bladder as you soften, but you know you aren't getting up until you make her climax.

Your tongue is going numb. You were never much good at this. You've cum three times, and she's getting rougher with her teeth. How long has it been? It feels like hours!

And, in fact, it has been, which is bad news, because you're not the only one whose bladder is near its limit. For a furret, the hormones of heat literally make them feel feverish, and it's common for them to drink copious amounts of fluid to cope. She had way too much water before bed, and she desperately needed to be let outside to go potty when she woke you up. But she's so horny that she's ignored her body's other needs. She's normally in no hurry for you to finish her off and end the pleasure, but she's trying to get it over with before she wets herself.

Suddenly, it's too late. The furret has been showing growing signs of discomfort, and finally lets out a horrified squeak. The liquid all over your face suddenly turns salty and bitter, and spurts right against your tongue. She stiffens as you fight to push her off, but is so shocked she can't move. She just leaks more and more, and finally loses control entirely. Your Pokemon's morning pee gushes over you, a warm, salty furret flood flowing from her folds like a faucet. She squeals in panic and breaks down in tears, but she's been rendered catatonic by having an accident not just in bed, but right on her master, and can't get up!

The flood of liquid pushes your own bladder over the edge, and you're too focused on being drenched in furret pee to think of holding back, or to realize she still hasn't taken her mouth off your cock. You're at half mast but the stream still gushes out. She recoils, gagging and spitting, but that only leaves the fountain uncapped and you involuntarily pee straight up into her face!

This, of course, angers her and makes her pee even harder out of spite, putting her full weight on your face and waterboarding you with warm liquid. It spurts and gushes, and floods your mouth, until you finally both slow to a trickle, and the poor pissy pokemon rolls off you onto the sodden sheets. She whines pathetically as she realizes what a horrible, naughty thing she's done to her trainer.

“Well, that happened," you groan. “Come on. I need a shower now, and so do you."

Day 10: Tickling

Today, Laila the fennec vixen's human boyfriend, Eric, decided to find out if she was ticklish. He waited until she was lulled into a false sense of security, lounging next to him on the couch after she came to his apartment after work. Laila seemed to be in the mood to cuddle, and happily leaned against him, sipping on her fourth juice box of the evening. She just had to finish it... now was his moment to strike.

“Laila, I have a question," he began in a serious tone.

“Huh?"

“Who's a liddle tickle fox? Is it you?" He lunged, jamming his fingers into the fennec's armpits.

“Aghk! Oh my God you made me spill my juice!" Laila tried to bat him away with her other hand. Evidently the juice box hadn't quite been empty, and she'd squeezed it so hard golden droplets sprayed through the air. She threw it at him. But soon the little vixen was kicking and squealing in delight. “Eric, cut it out!" she choked out between peals of laughter. “I really have to pee!"

Eric smirked. As if he didn't know that. “That wasn't the magic word!" he teased. “Tickle fox tickle fox tickle fox!"

“Ack - I – fuck! Fuck! Help!" Laila writhed in delight as Eric explored every ticklish bit of her fuzzy body. Inside her elbows, the crook of her neck, inside her ears, her belly button and sides under her t-shirt, behind her knees, and her padded footpaws. She put up a good fight, but she couldn't defend herself everywhere at once, and soon Eric had wrestled his girlfriend onto his lap. She was completely and utterly helpless, her body completely out of her control. Well, except one part. For now.

“Eric! Seriously – fuck! Gonna – oh fuck oh fuck – pee! All – ha haaa hee heee!" she gasped, her legs flailing in the air. He pretended he hadn't heard her warnings. “Fuckicant - errrghhh! Please – lemme – potty – eeeeeeeep!"

Her protests gave way to breathless pants. Laila convulsed in delight, her hips bucking up and down. A dark wet spot appeared in the crotch of her shorts, but Eric kept tickling her a little longer just to make sure she truly lost control and didn't just leak a little. The wet patch grew in pulses, then became a nonstop flood. Warm liquid soaked Eric's lap, and Laila's shorts shimmered with the gushing release. He finally stopped, holding her down and letting her come back to her senses and fully feel her accident.

“Oh no – goddamnit!" she panted. Liquid was still trickling from between her legs, making a lake between her clenched thighs and dribbling off to the side.

“Looks like you're ticklish after all. Look at what you've done! You peed all over my couch!"

“I warned you I had to go, you asshole!" Laila giggled, even though the tickling was done. “Oh, wow... Jesus Christ I'm soaked!"

By now, Eric could feel warm sogginess seeping into the seat of his pants. A waterproof sofa cover, even with a fabric one over it, meant puddles. He scooted himself out from under Laila and laid her down in her own piss.

“Wha - hey!" she protested. “Now my shirt's all wet, too!"

“That was the plan."

“You know I didn't bring a change of clothes, right?"

“Wait. What?" Oops. Uh oh. “Shit, sorry."

“Do you know what that means?"

“Laila, it's okay. I have a washer and dryer in my unit, I'll get them clean."

“I know that, you idiot. But that means while it's running, I'll be completely naked."

“Oh. You're right. I mean, you could wear my clothes, but... is it too late to take credit for premeditating this?" God, he was in love.

“Yeah. Just consider it a... happy accident."

Eric did. He sat back down and pulled his now urine-soaked girlfriend back into his lap. “You know, we don't have to wash them right away. How about finishing this movie first, and then maybe we can get your clothes a little wetter." He rubbed her back through her damp shirt.

“Mm... yeah, that sounds good. But can you bring me a few more juice boxes first?"

Day 11: Feet

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

Day 12: Humiliation

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

Day 13: Public

Today, the silly squirrel from last week decided to try being a public urinal again. She found an even seedier bar that didn't have dividers between the urinals, or even separate fixtures at all: just a trough. She clogged the drain with toilet paper, and happily climbed in. Just like at the last bar, the clientele were happy to have a cute, fluffy target to aim at, but she made it challenging by scampering back and forth until she slipped in the deepening puddle of piss.

She rolled and writhed in the yellow pool, lapping up bitter, salty liquid, and sometimes letting the men pee right in her mouth. And as the liquid rose, so did the slutty squirrel's libido: she shamelessly pawed herself off, and rolled on her back or raised her soggy rodent rump in the air. Nothing could make that squirrel squirt as surely as having her private parts pressure-washed by a stream of fresh urine. And the deeper the trough flooded, the better it got: soon she could stick her mouth and nose under and blow bubbles while swishing her tongue around in the foul fluid. It rose to her belly, then higher, and higher.

You may have seen waterskiing squirrels on TV. This squirrel will never make it past the censors, but her enjoyment of a different and even more extreme kind of watersports is no less impressively adorable. She has finally fulfilled her dream of having a swimming pool of stale piss to play in. She paddles, swims, and dives in the deep yellow lake that is the overflowing urinal trough. She comes up for air, only to find herself gargling another golden stream.

And, of course, with all the liquid she drinks, she's been peeing in the pool all evening. Who can blame her?

Day 14: Stockings

Fox in Socks is back. Today, she is wearing nice clean, dry pink stockings that come up to her knees. But how long can she keep them that way? How long can this fox keep from soaking her socks?

It surely won't be long. It's almost ten O' Clock, and Amber is still holding in her morning pee. She's drained her water bowl twice, and her bladder is completely full.

Today is a special day. Usually Fox in Socks is too proud to admit that she is a dirty little piss slut and her master has to force her to become soaked in urine. But today she is feeling extra naughty. Even so, she refuses to give up until she is completely desperate because she wants to hold in as much liquid as possible. She paces back and forth, her stockinged legs quivering. She squeezes her thighs together and whimpers. Fox watches the clock tick. When it strikes ten, she has to go to her water bowl and drink four big gulps. But the sound of the automatic water fountain is just too much. She loses track of how much she is drinking because she is so focused on not peeing herself, and just laps and laps until she leaks.

“Eeek!" Fox shrieks. She runs for her potty pad, but her silky socks slip on the hard tile floor. Her legs slide out from under her, and she falls and bumps her head. Her bladder gives way, but instead of squatting she stands up and keeps her legs clenched together. Spurt after spurt pours down them, darkening her stockings and making them shimmer. She dances from paw to paw, splashing in a growing puddle. She spreads her legs and loses control completely, but tucks her tail under to try to stem the tide. Soon her fluffy fur is soaked. She bows her head low and raises her adorable rump high, then lifts her tail and sticks her quaking forepaw between her legs. Another spurting jet of golden liquid soaks another sock. Now Fox has only one more dry sock.

The slutty vixen rolls on her back, writhing in the puddle. She pants in ecstacy and relief and rubs her sopping vulva. Most days this fox would be sobbing as well as sopping because she got herself all wet. But today, she just gives a sly smile and releases a fountain that sprays up in the air and rains back down on her crotch and tail. She rolls from side to side, letting the arcing yellow stream splash down on each of her hind legs in turn, drenching her socks and the fur under them too.

But her master has a plan. He seizing her by her stockinged ankles and drags her rump higher and higher until she is upside down. Fox in Socks looks pleadingly up at him, and stops the flow. But she still has to go. And she wants to do this. You know she wants to, and so does she. She releases the fox fountain again. She tries to shield her face with her last remaining dry sock, and with her other forepaw as well, but by the time her bladder is empty all of her stockings are soggy, and her cute little face is all wet too.

What a good, wet fox.