Laying on his bed, Hunter announced, “I gotta piss” to the empty room. 

There was a scurrying and mild stumbling he could hear in the hall, as expected. Falling over himself, Myst stumbled and rolled into the room, landing face down on his stomach. “Need help with that?” Myst asked sheepishly. He pulled himself off of the floor. He clearly was out of breath and now embarrassed at having literally fallen over at what he maybe thought Hunter had said. Myst was a purple otter with yellow eyes. His rudder of a tail had a yellow nebula pattern on it. He was often correctly described as a horny dork. He took that as a complement, even if it made him embarrassed to admit it and to admit how much he enjoyed the embarrassment.  

“Wow, 5 seconds. Think you were fast enough to earn it?” Hunter said getting up. The imposing form of the gray wolf towered over the purple otter. He was nearly twice as tall as Myst and often enjoyed how willing the otter was at being toyed with. The success of this new game had surprised him. He was sure Myst was gaming in the other room with headphones on.  He couldn’t help but smile at himself.  His otter wanted it so much that he would drop everything just for a chance at it.  

The otter nods vigorously. He looked up at Hunter with the best puppy otter eyes he could.

“Alright. You can have it this time. Go and kneel in the shower. Will be there in a sec.”

A trail of discarded clothes was all the wolf saw as the otter ran off.

“Dork,” he muttered to himself.  
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The purple otter knelt on the shower floor, waiting for things to begin. Keeping him in place was a large knotted dildo. He had found the toy stuck in the center of the shower when he got there.  Without knowing if this was a challenge or for his enjoyment didn’t matter. He had immediately knotted on it without hesitation.  He made sure it was all the way inside him, in his favorite kneeling position.  He was unsuprised that Hunter stretched out his anticipation, taking his time and letting the otter wait for him.  

“Ready?” Hunter finally asked. The wolf dominated the space. He stood about a foot back from Myst’s kneeling position. His dick was half hard and about at Myst’s current eye level.  

Myst took a deep breath. "Ready,” he announced with nervus excitement.

His tail moved back and forth like a puppy, revealing just how excited he was.  

Myst acted with the most intense focus his horny mind could muster. He closed his eyes,  and rested his paws over his knees. With great willpower, his paws were not yet wrapped around his dick. He was determined to hold off touching his demanding yellow pointy thing for as long as he could. He didn’t need to see it to know it was out of its fuzzy sheath and standing at attention, leaky and about to burst.

The warm stream hit his chest first. It contrasted with the cold air felt. It was warm and salty and smelled uniquely Hunter. Slowly the flow moved up, the strong stream wetting his chin and muzzle. Almost instinctively, he moved to lap up some. The taste wasn’t that strong but was exactly what he had hoped for. Arousal, even from his hightened state, hit him again. 

Myst swayed and wiggled, enjoying the feeling. He was focused on where that flood of piss hit him. The contact point felt like an electric charge, heightening his sensation and delight beyond anything else. It splashed onto his fur, slowly soaking it. Anywhere dry felt wrong, and he desired to be fully covered in piss-soaked fur. The more of him that got soaked, the more he desired to rub it as well. The wet fur was sensitive and needy and his paws answered the call to action.

Soon enough, much of the otter was soaked. His paws moved randomly across his fur, guided by whatever pleasurable feeling they could find. Rubbing his piss-soaked fur was so satisfying. It felt like a release of tension he didn’t even know he had. His paws moved through his fur and around the stream, continuing to soak his chest, making him feel amazing. He wriggled around, getting as much of him in the stream's path as possible.   He could only wiggle so much as the massive knot kept him right where Hunter wanted him.  

The intensely piss-soaked otter couldn't stop himself when Hunter directed the stream up.  After briefly wetting his head, Myst opened and pushed his muzzle into the path of the stream. He lifted his head back to catch more of the liquid gold in his mouth, letting it bounce off his tongue and spill onto him. One of his paws grasped his dick. With one hand still rubbing the wet fur, the other moved wetly up and down his drenched shaft. He honestly couldn’t tell which was giving him more pleasure. Combined, it was incredibly overwhelming in the best way.  

A small grunt from Hunter and Myst moved into action. He tilted his head and let his mouth fill up. When the piss was about to spill, Hunter stopped. Myst closed his mouth and swallowed. It was disgusting and wrong and felt so good to do. His hand furiously masturbated him as, with a sigh of relief, he reopened his mouth, just in time to feel the smooth, wolf-dick head slide up against his waiting tongue.  

The head was large and fit nicely into his maw. He busied himself with licking the tip, impatiently waiting for more golden nectar to flow. Without warning, the wolf piss came back at full force. Myst had to put all his effort into drinking. Gulp after gulp of intense salty bliss. He felt amazing, like there was nothing in the world except for him and the cock pouring piss directly into him. His mouth was very lucky to temporarily taste it as it gushed inside him.  

At some point he had continued masturbating, and his shower was coming to an end. He felt a tightening in his hole, and enormous pressure around his dick.  All that pumping had built up to this feeling, and suddenly it released. Almost unaffected by it, he continued to chug as bellow, warm spurts of his cum went flying. A blissful numbness surounded everything. His knees felt wobbly against the ground, the knot inside his hole felt so big. Everything working together to push his cum out. Myst let out a sudden cry of joy as the head popped loose from his mouth and sprayed him with Hunter's pee all over again. It kept going, the stream slowly dying as the otter moaned incoherently.  

Myst panted, rubbing his chest again. Most of his cum ended up there and was now being rubbed deeper into his fur. He opened his eyes, looking up at his shower doner. The grey wolf smiled down, stroking his big dick. He waited patiently as reality came back to the dazed otter.  

Still basked in the afterglow, Myst watching the stroking aimed in his face. “I guess it’s my turn.” He announced. Hunter didn’t say anything.  He just continued to smile, looking down at Myst and stroking himself.

Myst held onto his dick. It may have gone back to hide in it’s sheath for a moment but it was back to being hard again. Myst aided it a bit in pointing upward. Breathing calmly, his much more yellow pee started flowing, at first slowly, but gaining in strength.  Soon it arched upwards over him. It flew up and hit the otter on his chest.  Stretching his tongue out, he pressed harder, letting the stream hit his mouth. Gulping once, he relaxed and let the rest of his tiny shower fall where it may.  

Just as the otter felt his bladder was nearly empty, his face was nudged upward as the wolf unloaded his sticky mess.  Myst rubbed his wet muzzle along, and licked the presented tool.  The sticky cum made thick white gloopy lines across his face.  Even through the warm fuzzy feeling of being showed on, he felt a different kind of good when being painted by someone so close to him.

The warm feelings faded slowly as they must.  Soon, Myst felt like his fur was more cold and wet. Both cocks had returned home, sheathed until needed again.  

“Could I get some help up?” Myst asked.  He tried to stand up, but the knotted toy still securely locked in place was fighting him.  He awkwardly squatted and was grunting with effort.  His paws reached up to grab the wolf’s.

“Only if you actually take a shower after this” The wolf bent down over the otter and grabbed his cheeks.  This pushed the otter forward into the wolf’s crotch just as he was about to disagree with taking a shower. He sighed into the wolf, wrapping his arms lightly around the wolf. Hunter pulled upward while spreading Myst’s butt out as much as he could..

“My face is in your dick agaAAAAhhhh”, with the added pull, the otter came loose.  He  slid up the toy, till it was fully out of him.  He was left with  a slight gape, especially considering the size of the monster. “How terrible.  I bet you liked it..”  Hunter added as he wrapped the otter in his arms.  A frustrated Myst looked up at him.  “I was just pointing it out…”

“You are such a dork.” The wolf started to step out of the shower carrying the wet otter tightly in his arms, but stopped.  The otter’s fur is soaking wet.  Just holding him started to get Hunters fur wet.  “And now I have otter pee all over me.”  He joked.

“And yours too”  Myst added helpfully.  “Guess that means we both need a shower.”  

Smiling, the wolf climbs onto the bed, “Shower together after I breed your hole?” 

The otter’s ears perk up.  “... Deal”.