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This story commission was written for Lightweaver. It contains F/Solo and F/F sex between consenting adults, as well as elements of watersports and desperation play (omorashi).

Where the Water Flows Free - After the Flood, Part One

When Alisi woke up, she needed to use the bathroom. She'd needed to pee when she slipped into bed the night before, and had feverishly worked herself to an orgasm with her fingers while imagining waking up in the middle of the night, not just desperate to go but already having lost control, feeling her piss flooding forth uncontrollably and soaking, staining the bed below. The husky shuddered, moaning as she heard the soft crumpling, rustling sound of the plastic sheet present below the cotton covering of the bed-linen. She hadn't wet the bed, but goddamn, she felt pretty close to it by now. She really, really needed to go.

So, of course, she didn't move. She threw back the bed-covers and exposed her naked form, the plump curves of her grey and white furred body trembling in visible anticipation and longing, not to mention squirming with the tangible, aching need to relieve her bladder. She looked down, squinting over her bare breasts before reaching blindly over to the bedside table and slipping her glasses onto the bridge of her nose. Her stomach and her thighs beyond, legs rising up, bent at the knee, slid into sharp focus. She spread them apart, wider, wider, wider still, and moaned softly as the warm morning air kissed the flushed, aroused flesh of her damp nether regions. Closing her eyes, she pictured herself in the exact same position within her bedroom. The only difference was that in her fantasy, she wasn't alone. Not one but two women were in the bed with her, one curled up alongside her body, embracing and cuddling her, nuzzling and pecking at her cheek while a hand lazily caressed one stiffened nipple of her right breast. The other woman, a cougar in every sense of the word, knelt between her legs. Alisi could practically feel her hot, panting breath against her pussy, and she swore that her ears twitched as though they had actually heard the words that she imagined being whispered to her by the vixen cuddling up alongside her in that moment.

"Pee on her."

This wasn't just a fantasy of course, it was far too vivid for that. It was a memory. A memory of the last night that she, Trish and Mika had spent together before the two women who had welcomed her into this world that she had been fascinated with for so long but too scared to enter alone, had ended their holiday and left the island that Alisi called home.

"Pee on her. I want to be able to smell you on her fur when I kiss her tomorrow. I want Trish to carry your scent home with us, so the memories of this week never fade. So every moment, everything we've shared remains as clear as if it happened just minutes ago... until we get to be together again."

Alisi whimpered softly as her eyes fluttered open once more, breaking the fantasy that she was still there in that moment, but being drawn helplessly back to reality by the sharpest and most overwhelming pang of need from her bladder yet.

"O-ohh god..."

She moaned as she dragged herself out of bed and staggered towards the doorway, launching herself through it and into her apartment's hallway, racing down it with her thighs clamped together and her breasts jiggling while she bolted towards the bathroom. She could have remained upon the bed of course, but much as she loved the idea of soaking her sheets each and every day, and much as she would have been more than thrilled if she had wet herself during the night, laundry took time, and she had other obligations. The husky stumbled into the bathroom, but rather than heading for the toilet, she made her way into the shower cubicle. She slid the glass door closed behind her, grunting with relief as she laid herself back against one cool tile-clad wall, spread her legs wide apart, and reached down between them to tease her labia to the sides with two trembling, outstretched fingers.

With her other hand, she urgently pressed two fingers into her pussy, and let slip a strangled gurgle as she hurriedly worked them in and out multiple times in rapid succession. She was already so sensitive, so worked up, horny and wet from her fantasies and her desperation that there was no friction, no delay in her body's receptiveness. Thus for nearly thirty seconds the husky feverishly masturbated without pause, right up until she found herself getting so worked up by the pleasure of her self-stimulation that she could barely feel the ache of her bladder any more. It was then, hurriedly dragging her fingers free with an audible slurp, that she stopped. Her thighs quaked, her whole body shook, and she writhed and bucked her hips against thin air as the pleasure ceased, and the desperate agony of her bladder's desire to release that which was so potently filling it returned with a vengeance.

"M-Mika... Trish... I need to go! I need to l-let go!"

Crying out to her absent lovers, Alisi spread her pussy lips wide apart once again, panting and moaning at how intense and overwhelming the desire to empty her bladder was, but still fighting it, still resisting it with all the willpower she could muster. Just when she felt like she couldn't hold it any longer though, back into her pussy drove those same two already glistening fingers. She shrieked in strained ecstasy and relief all at once, and began to grind her thumb roughly against her clit. The pleasure built, but this time around the need to release her bladder did not lessen in the slightest. With every throbbing wave of intense stimulation to surge through her, so too did the desperate need for release. It built and it built until Alisi couldn't resist it any longer, trying to hold back but physically incapable of doing so. Her legs quaked. The husky's head flung itself back in a piercing howl, and as she dragged her fingers free from her pussy once more, a violent spray of urine followed immediately in their wake, drumming loudly and forcefully against the base of the shower as Alisi began to uncontrollably and irresistibly piss.

"Yes! Yessssss..."

She gurgled and whimpered as her urine rapidly spread over the base of the shower, wriggling her toes and giggling as they splished and splashed in the shallow puddle of pale, yellow tinged pee flooding out around them. After a brief while of watching her flood let loose though, pussy lips still spread apart and thus allowing the single jet of urine to gush forth unrestrained, she brought her free hand to bear between that flood and the floor below. Alisi moaned louder still as her hand caught and redirected the hot flow of her piss, and her moans grew more and more potent as she drew that paw closer to her crotch itself, soon not only feeling the urine spilling out between her fingers and puddling in her palm but experiencing its heat splashing back against her thighs and indeed the fur and flesh of her crotch itself. Soon she was cupping her crotch, feeling the piss she was still expelling flooding out around her hand and soaking the very same fur and the intimate flesh from which it was emanating. Her hand began to rub, to grind against her crotch as she pissed over it, and as the flow began to abate finally, as the pressure on her bladder was eventually relieved and the organ itself drained of all it had held, her still soaking wet hand's motions grew more rapid and purposeful, masturbating anew now with nothing to hold her back, and the scent, the lingering heat, the wetness of her urine clinging to her pussy and thighs and legs and feet serving to drive her to new heights of desire.

"I'm soaked. So soaking wet w-with my... aahhhyesss, w-with my piss. All over. Everywhere. Oh god. Ohh god."

She was so worked up. So desperate that she knew it wasn't going to take long to get her where she needed to go. Her fingers slipped back into herself, now not just wet with her arousal but with urine too, and her eyes bulged, her glasses already skewed where they were at rest upon her nose as the husky's fingers curled and probed viciously at her own g-spot. She attacked that overwhelmingly sensitive portion of her inner workings with vicious fury, rising up on her tiptoes and thrusting her whole body forward, breasts and belly jiggling, thighs all aquiver once more. Alisi's toes flexed, wriggled and splashed down in the lingering puddle of her pee in which she was still standing, and mere moments later, with her fingers still buried and exploring hungrily within herself, the husky let slip a frantic yelp and doused her digits anew as she rather violently began to cum. Her whole body shook. Her eyes rolled and her ears twitched. Yelps, shrill whines and ragged, heavy panting in abundance escaped her wide open maw, and as rivulets of liquid arousal trickled down her inner thighs and dripped off her quaking, still working fingers to fall to the urine-covered floor of the shower below, she felt a few moments of pure, perfect contentment just like she had throughout the week that she had spent with Mika and Trish.

All too soon however, as the husky's pleasure faded, reality reasserted itself around her. She let slip a sigh primarily of relief, but also of slight sorrow as she found herself alone in the shower cubicle with no-one to have heard her screams or witnessed her self-wetting. She set her glasses aside outside of the shower, then returned and finally turned on the water, proceeding to wash herself down and clean away all the evidence of what she had done. Her cheeks were still flushed with excitement and enjoyable embarrassment, but the longer she stood alone under the flowing warm water, the more that excitement and embarrassment felt rather stale. After all, whatever fantasies she imbued her actions with, they were nothing she hadn't done before. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more everything that she had just done felt like something of a step backwards. Just as it had yesterday, and the day before, and every day since Trish and Mika had returned home.

Those two incredible women had helped her step outside of her shell. They'd helped her to push not just beyond her limits, but so far into the unknown that the whole world had looked new and beautiful from that changed perspective. But, everything that she had done, everything that she had explored and shared in the time they'd spent together... all of it had been because of them. With them. And now that they were gone, Alisi felt herself slipping back into the same old routines. Falling back upon the same, solitary pleasures, but now knowing for certain that there was more, so much more out there for her to experience.

Alisi needed someone to share these feelings with. Friends, lovers, people who understood her and who would actually be close at hand to share these feelings with her, just as she would so gleefully share things with them in turn. But, if she was already back in her old routine, too embarrassed to venture out into the wider world and admit her feelings, too nervous to return alone to the Fountain, the club outside of which she had met Trish and Mika in the first place, then how was she ever meant to find those new companions?

The husky stood in the shower, feeling her body being cleansed of the urine that had soaked against her flesh and her fur, and tried not to feel alone. Not to feel helpless, and as though she had lost everything that had made the prior week of her life one of the greatest she could ever recall experiencing.

She tried, truly she did. But alone, and with no-one else to reassure, comfort or bolster her... she didn't really feel as though she had any chance of succeeding.

*********

After showering, dressing and grabbing a bite to eat alongside a large glass of juice for breakfast, the rest of that day was intended to be spent doing what Alisi had done with every free day that had passed by since Trish and Mika had left. Wandering around parts of the island with a full bladder, daydreaming of all the fun she could have had with someone else present to share in her feelings, but always being too nervous, too embarrassed to try anything more than waiting until she couldn't take it any longer. Inevitably she would reach a point where her squirming and the squeezing of her legs felt like it was becoming a little too noticeable, then she would immediately dash off to the nearest public lavatory to quickly and simply relieve herself.

On this particular day of wandering, Alisi found herself in a marketplace; the kind of street market which would have originally been created for locals to trade and sell their wears, but which had since become something of a tourist destination in its own right for the island's many holidaymakers. Dressed in a spaghetti strapped top with no bra beneath and a pair of denim shorts, the heat of the day did little to bother Alisi as she wandered from stall to stall, and before long she found herself slurping on a large cool iced drink to not only slake the thirst her walking had provided, but also add to the already building weight resting within her bladder. Slowly she continued to explore, somewhat forgetting about the purpose of her day's plan as she actually found herself interested in the various food and locally produced crafts on offer. She spent ten or fifteen minutes studying every shelf of a stall laden with chilli peppers both fresh and dried, bottles of hot sauce and dry powders ranging from sweet and mild to the kind of dangerously hot that required dilution to avoid potential physical harm. From there she moved on to a stall laden with bouquets of flowers and a whole range of native houseplants, the husky very nearly finding herself tempted into getting a beautiful purple orchid to bring home with her.

Just before she considered bringing her day's wandering to an early end though, popping to the nearest restroom without even waiting for any more serious desperation to set in and then heading home with her houseplant and a bottle of hot sauce in tow, Alisi saw something across the street from the stall at which she was standing. Or rather, someone, standing in the doorway of a small brick and mortar shop on the outer edge of the marketplace square. The husky's eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat before beginning to race wildly, and she had to force herself not to stare as the figure seemed to retreat back into the shop, a small fashion boutique that seemed to sell mainly hats, light silk scarves and other accessories that would suit the island's balmy climate.

Suddenly, all thoughts of leaving the market and returning home were gone, and Alisi was very keenly aware of her bladder's fullness as she tried to get a look through the shop's open doorway to see the figure within. Sure enough, standing at the counter and sipping from a bottle of water, was a woman whose species made her stand out rather prominently. A woman who looked familiar, indeed so familiar that the longer Alisi spent looking at her, the more certain she became that she wasn't imagining this or letting herself hope in vain. The tall, strong Clydesdale mare was almost surely the same one that she had seen at the club, at the Fountain during the fetish night where she had met Trish and Mika, and where she had been inducted so publicly and shamelessly into the world of watersports and desperation play not just on her own, but alongside countless others. She and dozens of others in that club had watched that horse drop her trousers and let a man eat her out in front of everyone, before throwing back her head and pissing all over him after he brought her to climax.

Shuddering and shaking her head though, Alisi tried to tell herself that it really didn't matter what she suspected or what she thought she knew. Even if she was ninety nine percent certain of who that horse was, what did she expect herself to do? Was she wanting to walk up to her while she was at work and ask if she had been at a watersports fetish night a couple of weeks ago? To tell her that she was looking for some friends, some lovers to... to what? To pee on her? To let her pee on them? To talk about pissing and full bladders and all sorts of stuff that made her pussy ache and drip? No. She couldn't do that, obviously. But by the same token, she knew that she couldn't just let this opportunity slip by. What if this woman was just filling in here for a day, and after today she might never be anywhere that Alisi could find her again? She had to make a connection. She had to find herself a way in, somehow.

The husky's bladder gave her a gentle reminder of its need for release, and she whined under her breath. A moment later, her eyes grew even wider than was already the case. That was it. Her bladder. She looked around, away from the shop and back in the direction of the stall from which she had already bought one drink while perusing the marketplace. A tremor of delight ran down her spine, and her bladder ached gently once again in joyous protest. It was perfect. She would hang around and drink, and drink until she was genuinely and truly bursting, desperate to go, and then she would rush into the shop in search of a restroom to use. Surely, when faced by such an obviously desperate and squirming figure, the horse wouldn't be able to hide her desire and excitement any better than Alisi believed that she would be able to under the same circumstances. And if by some miracle she did, then Alisi would take that as a sign that this perhaps was not the woman she was, no matter how rare a Clydesdale horse might have been on this island.

Gasping and turning hurriedly away as she saw the mare looking out of the shop doorway and in her general direction from where she was patiently standing behind the counter, Alisi hurriedly marched back over to the stand where she'd gotten her last icy tropical drink, ordering another in the largest size they offered. Soon after that she was perusing the market once more, or at least pretending to while really just walking up and down, back and forth, over and over again along the side of the street upon which the mare's fashion boutique was located. She slurped loudly and hurriedly at her drink, and when she was done with it barely twenty minutes later her first and only thought was to go back and order another, though from a different stall this time so as not to get too strange a series of looks from the stallholder who would at that point have sold her three rather large drinks in the space of barely two hours.

By the time that third drink was half empty within Alisi's hands, the gentle ache in the husky's bladder had grown to a more prominent throbbing sensation. The more her bladder called out for her to relieve it of the pressure building within, the faster Alisi found herself pacing up and down the street outside the shop, spending less and less time trying to blend in with the other crowds of holidaymakers and locals and spending more time simply trying to catch glimpses of the mare and to rehearse in her mind what she was going to say when the time came. By the time that third and final drink was empty within her grasp however Alisi couldn't even think coherently enough about even that pressingly immediate portion of her plan. All she could do was pace, walk hurriedly in a vain attempt at somehow distracting herself from the now constant, deep seeded desperation emanating from between her legs. Still though, Alisi made herself wait just a little longer. To ensure that she was truly at her wit's end when she burst into the shop, so that she didn't have to exaggerate or fake anything to try and gain the equine woman's attention.

She walked and waited, waited and walked, she whimpered and whined and with her legs trembling, her thighs clenched together with every step she took, she held off until she swore that she was about to do what she had never been able to make herself do before despite fantasising about it countless times, and actively wet herself in public. She paused and took a deep breath to steady herself. It was time. She was ready. She was going to do this, and...

"Excuse me, Miss? Do you have a moment to answer a few questions about your utilities provider?"

A cat in a cheap suit and clutching an off-brand tablet stepped out in front of Alisi so suddenly and without warning that the husky almost collided with him. Her eyes bulged anew, and as her muscles tensed up in shock throughout most of her body, a few particular sets that were already tightly clenched found themselves no longer quite so tightly restrained.

"Thanks for stopping! So, if I can just get some personal details..."

The salesperson swept right into his pitch, entirely ignoring the fact that shock was the only thing that had stopped Alisi. No doubt normally at this point he would have had a fairly good retention rate, social graces and politeness keeping at least a fair number of people from disengaging. Thankfully for Alisi though she was far too preoccupied with other, far more pressing matters in that moment to spend even a second worrying about how she dealt with this interruption.

"S-sorry, no. I've got to... I mean, I n-need to... just, no."

She stepped around him, took one or two more steps away, and that was when she felt it. A burst. A leak. A brief gush of urine that sprayed out into her panties before she could gather herself and clamp down on those muscles which the cat's untimely interruption had temporarily ceased her efforts to control. A strangled moan of horror and pure lust all rolled into one escaped Alisi as she felt an undeniable wetness between her legs, glancing down for just a moment and grazing a hand over her crotch to feel a small but noticeable dark, wet stain upon the fabric of her denim shorts. Then she did the only thing she could bring herself to do in that moment, and bolted towards the shop with the mare in it. The shop that truly was her only hope for salvation now, with every second that passed by proving absolute giddy torture for her straining, desperately overworked and over-filled bladder.

When Alisi reached the small boutique, she couldn't see the mare standing behind the counter any longer, but dashed inside anyway. Only as she passed through the entrance did she see the woman in question, the tall and powerful figure of the Clydesdale mare standing right beside the doorway, pushing it closed as soon as she entered the otherwise empty shop.

"P-please..."

Alisi turned to the mare, too overwhelmed to wonder why she had been hovering there at the doorway.

"Please, I n-need to... to use the restroom. I'm sorry b-but I'm desperate. Oh god I'm s-so... I need to go now. Please. Please."

Dancing from foot to foot, Alisi slapped a paw over her muzzle and yelped as her muscles failed her for another moment, that wet spot on the front of her shorts getting a little larger and a little darker. She saw the horse's eyes widen at the sight of her obvious discomfort and helplessness, and she thought that perhaps she saw a flush of colour beneath her dark furred face too. The mare frowned, reaching for the door of the shop once more and flipping the sign upon it from open to closed. In a voice that spoke fluent English but with a strong German accent, a fact which made Alisi's heart leap as she remembered the Clydesdale at the club crying out in German as she orgasmed, the woman spoke and gestured to another doorway at the back of the shop.

"Oh my god, you really do need it, don't you. Well, go on through to the back. I do not want you urinating on my wooden floor, the scent will never leave."

So desperate was she for any opportunity, any chance at relief, Alisi did not hesitate for a moment. She stumbled through into the back room with the Clydesdale's hoofbeats hot on her heels, and after looking around the rear of the shop space, seeing no other doorways that might lead to a bathroom whatsoever, she span around on the spot just in time to see the horse duck through the doorway after her and then pull it tightly shut, folding her arms over her chest a few moments later and remaining there, blocking what seemed to be the only way out.

Alisi's heart began to pound not with excitement and lustful, embarrassed nervousness, but with genuine fright for a few moments as the horse continued to frown, almost to scowl down at her, standing guard over this darkened,windowless back room's only exit.

"I saw you across the street more than an hour ago. I saw you look at me and my shop, and then you started drinking. Started walking back and forth, getting more and more needy and desperate. There are so many public bathrooms around the marketplace, but you didn't go to any of them. Instead you waited till now, and you came here. You came into my shop with your full bladder. What is your plan, hmm? You want to embarrass me? To trick me and piss all over my shop? Who has spoken to you about me? Who told you to do this, and why? Why do you want to humiliate me?"

The horse didn't raise her voice, didn't yell or make any threatening movements. She just stood there and asked her questions, making Alisi feel thoroughly awful as she realised how this must have looked to the other woman, and how conspicuous she must have been to have raised the equine shopkeeper's suspicions to such a degree as she seemingly had.

"I... n-no, I swear that's not it. I... o-ooohh god, please... please let me use the bathroom. I'll tell you everything, I just h-haaaahhh... I have to, I n-need to go!"

The wet patch between her legs got bigger. She yelped and pressed her hands between her legs, quaking and trying to push past the mare, but proving utterly incapable of doing so. The far larger and stronger woman just snorted in continued suspicion, shaking her head sternly.

"So you can just run out of here and go back to whoever put you up to this? Do you think I like being mocked? That I enjoy having my private business pried into and made fun of just because it isn't what most people enjoy? Did I seem like that easy a target to you and your friends, whoever you are?"

Again the wet patch grew, and a strangled wail escaped Alisi as the husky realised that she was on the verge of fully losing control, of properly, actually wetting herself. Her knees buckled and gave way, and even the horse looked shocked and worried as she collapsed to the ground with another desperate, sorrowfully shameful cry.

"Please. Please! I'm gonna piss myself!"

She wailed to the Clydesdale, unable to help a tremor of lust running down her spine as she heard herself, and equally unable to deny that she saw the same lust briefly shining through the mare's otherwise steely gaze.

"I saw you at the Fountain, okay?! I was there with two friends, a cougar a-and a vixen! We watched you with the wolf, cumming a-and pissing in his muzzle. We were there. We stayed, a-and we played and we let go. I pissed myself right there in the bathroom. We pushed through the queue, w-we... oh god, we probably made other people piss themselves waiting for us. I almost wish I'd not made it. Wish I'd been like you. S-so beautiful, so... so proud to stand there and show off as I... aa-ahhh... oh no. No! No!"

Alisi began to fumble with the button of her denim shorts, but it was too late. She didn't have them time to take them off and expose herself, she didn't have the time to do anything more before the point of no return passed her by. She had waited too long. She had pushed herself too far, and now right there in the back room of that shop, with the Clydesdale mare staring down at her with a face no longer frowning and angry, but stunned, overwhelmed and undeniably excited, Alisi actually began to wet herself. To truly, uncontrollably and utterly without any intention of doing so wet herself through her clothes and in the view of a near total stranger. It was without a doubt the most humiliating and horrifyingly personal, intimate thing she had even done in that regard, and even as she sniffled and whimpered and moaned in anguish as she felt her bladder let loose and her clothes soak through, a puddle beginning to spread out around where she knelt crumpled and helpless upon the floor, she felt her clit throbbing and her head spinning with just how unbearably hot it all was at the exact same time.

"I just... oohhhh god, I just wanted someone to share this with. My friends, t-they're not from the island. They went home, and now... n-now I'm alone again. I saw you. I recognised you, b-but I wasn't sure. I thought I could see if you reacted, if I came in desperate and needy. I thought I could find out that way. B-but... I never meant, I didn't mean to... t-to make you feel unsafe or scared. And, I never meant t-to..."

Her voice trailed off as she stared at the still growing puddle beneath her, her whole body shaking in a mixture of potent shame and lust all rolled up into one almost impossibly complex ball of pure emotion.

The horse looming over her stared down in silence for a few more moments, then sighed and muttered under her breath.

"Shit."

Then, all of a sudden, she was reaching down and wrapping her arms around the husky. Pulling her back to her feet, but not just to lift her out of the puddle of her own urine. To hug her too. To press her face against the far larger and stronger woman's ample chest, and to embrace her tightly, intimately as the last trickles of urine continued to pour forth and directly through her sodden, waterlogged panties and jean-shorts.

"I am so sorry, little one. It's just that in my past, I have had people turn on me once they found out about my personal life and my... preferences. I have become somewhat distrustful of people who think they can make fun of me for enjoying a harmless kink, and... maybe I thought that it was going to start again, even thousands of miles away from the people who did it to me many years ago. But, that is no excuse for putting you through such an interrogation. For forcing you to wet yourself when that was not actually your intent. I really am truly sorry."

With her face buried in between the mare's large breasts, and her arms wrapping around the larger woman as best she could to return the Clydesdale's embrace, Alisi made no effort to reply at first. She listened closely to every word the horse said however, and the more that the other woman said to her, the more violently her body trembled once more even with her bladder's aching needs now satisfied.

"After what I just did, what I made you do... you might not want to. You might want to leave here and forget all about this. I would not blame you. But, once I have gotten you some fresh underwear and something to wear instead of those shorts... thankfully I own this shop, so finding clothes should not be a problem... I'd like to offer you an invitation. Consider it my way of apologising, my way of trying to make things right. I have a small group of friends, you see. The wolf you said you saw me with at the Fountain, he's one of them. And there's Emiko too, she was there that night. The three of us, we like to get together now and then. To go to one of the lesser walked beaches of the island away from the tourist trails and even beyond where the other locals normally go. We take some drinks and just hang out, talking... sometimes doing things other than talking. But, there's one rule. One rule you definitely need to know if you are even remotely considering accepting this offer... but one which, if everything you say about yourself is true, I hope will convince you to come and hang out with us."

They parted from their rather awkward, first time embrace. Their eyes met, and though for a moment or two Alisi looked away as she felt the horse's gaze fall not only over her slightly tearful face but also her soaking wet, piss-stained shorts, when she looked back up at the taller woman she was glad that she did. Glad, because it allowed her to see the excitement, the desire on the mare's face as she regarded the husky's plump, now urine stained thighs and darkened denim shorts.

Clearing her throat and blushing deeply, the Clydesdale forced herself to look away from Alisi's midsection. The husky giggled bashfully, but fell silent in nothing less than absolute awe when finally the mare addressed the one rule she would have to follow if she wanted to meet this group of like-minded individuals.

"No-one uses a bathroom voluntarily, and no-one leaves with dry clothes."

The two women's eyes met once more, and they both shivered as they saw and felt the mutual excitement, the shared lust boiling between them.

"So? Would you like to join us? We actually planned on meeting up later today, after I close up the shop."

Alisi was so tempted to nod and squeal an affirmative to the horse's question right there and then. She forced herself to hold back however, and took a deep breath, clearing her mind and trying to think more rationally after getting off on such a bad footing with this woman initially.

"I... I have one more question first, if that's okay?"

The mare smiled, and nodded warmly.

"Of course."

The husky giggled, and stuck out a slightly trembling, slightly urine dampened hand that just a few minutes before had been pressed between her legs as she lost all bladder control.

"My name's Alisi. What's yours?"

The Clydesdale's eyes widened. She gasped as she realised that she hadn't even introduced herself yet, and grinned down at the dog as she saw Alisi's tail begin to bashfully but excitedly wag back and forth.

"Alisi. What a beautiful name. My name is Nicola, and although we got off to a little bit of a shaky start... I think that I am very, very pleased to meet you."

By Jeeves

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