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The wetter months of spring were finally giving way to the warmer months of summer, and for Trish, it really was her favorite time of year.

Walking around the house in little more than booty shorts and a tank top became common place, and every morning, she spent a few minutes in the backyard soaking up what sunlight she could. Something about the warmth brough the vixen back to life after so much time in the cold.

Kyra didn't mind the summer months so much, but the husky was most comfortable in the spring and the fall, when the fullness of her coat wasn't such a problem. Once the true heat of summer came around, however, there weren't enough water bottles in the house to keep her hydrated, and no matter how skimpy she dressed, she was in a state of constant duress from the summer sun.

Like so many others, she spent what time she could in the comfort of her air conditioned home, but she still took to the jogging paths first thing in the morning, before the sun had a chance to peak through the trees along the trails.

Every time she came back, she was panting heavily, making it into the door of the air conditioned home just in time to feel the scorch of the sun on her shoulders. Her outfit was always soaked through, no matter how little fabric she decided to wear...and that particular day, she left so little to the imagination that she, in her utter lack of modesty, was feeling a little self-conscious.

The moment the front door shut behind her, she began stripping away the back end of her tight, narrow shorts...but on looking down, she felt a relieving moisture against her groin, and saw a grinning vixen holding a frigid bottle of water.

"Thought you might need one of these," Trish suggested, as she pushed the cold tube up along Kyra's groin and moved it into her waiting paw. "Didn't think you'd mind my method of delivery, either."

Shivering against the inside of the door and giggling at the ticklish brush, Kyra took the bottle and popped the cap with shaking paws. As much of it as she managed to get in her maw, just as much spilled down the front of her sports bra and cascaded into the frazzled fluff upon her tummy, until it finally reached the heated pits of her crotch.

Erotic as it might have looked, she wasn't trying to tease Trish, but she was doing an excellent job at it all the same.

"Couldn't have asked for a sweeter 'welcome home' than that," Kyra agreed. "How long have you been waiting for me to get back, exactly?"

"I woke up when you rolled out of bed for your run," Trish admitted. "You didn't seem to notice, though, so I decided to slip out of my pajamas and greet you with a little surprise when you walked in..."

Looking down past the mounds of her own breasts, Kyra blinked at the naked silver vixen, having missed the fact that she was threadbare until just then. Snickering at how brazen Trish could be first thing in the morning, Kyra didn't bother trying to stop her as she felt digits tugging at the groin of her tiny shorts; she was grateful for the extra relief of cool air against her heated bits.

"Consider me surprised, then," Kyra murmured. "Would you like your morning lemonade through a filter, or do you want to drink it straight from the tap?"

As much as Trish pushed for those kinds of encounters to turn lewd, she didn't expect Kyra to jump ahead of her and take the initiative. "I didn't think you'd give me a choice, darling...but if you are, the last thing I want is to let something get in the way of it."

The crotch of her shorts were utterly soaked with sweat, and along with that moisture came the natural aroma of Kyra's womanhood. There was no perfume that could rival the delicate, natural sweetness that Trish picked up when her nose approached Kyra's pubic mound, and with lust glazing over her stare, she pushed her tongue right up to the subtle hood of the husky's clit.

"Unfiltered then," Kyra whispered. She sucked in a harsh gasp when she felt the heat of her lover's tongue against her folds, but even that didn't carry the same warmth that her body did, right then. Any other touch granted her a blissful relief, but the vixen was watching with wider eyes; she couldn't remember the last time she felt that kind of blazing intensity coming from Kyra's flesh.

The warm, sudden trickle of urine that glossed over her tongue was even hotter than she was used to, and a quiet, muffled "Mrrrnf!" was pressed into the dampened fur above Kyra's mound as Trish took her first drink.

Normally, Trish would have thought herself prepared for the act. She'd taken a drink right from the source dozens of times before, but she forgot how much water Kyra had to consume first thing in the morning just to keep from dehydrating on her run; the husky always played it on the safe side and drank more than most would consider comfortable.

Thanks to that, as the stream made it to full strength, Trish was settling in and resting her lower lip just under the birth of Kyra's entrance...but the first few seconds of her drink were all that she expected to receive.

When her brow cocked and she looked up at Kyra, she was immediately concerned by the devious grin the husky wore. "Didn't think there would be this much?" she asked, entertained with the way her lover struggled. "You were so eager to get down and drink your fill...now you're gonna stay there and take it until I'm satisfied."

There was nothing quite like seeing the sinister grin that crossed Kyra's lips, and when she did, Trish felt her own ears fold back slightly. While they were true equals and treated each other as such, from time to time, the pair would allow for a little bit of levity: when one of them was in a dominant mood, they'd play right long with the other, and there was little more that stoked such a fire in Kyra than seeing her lovers struggle between her legs.

Giggling at the ticklish squirm of Trish's tongue between her thighs, Kyra slumped back against the door and grasped the vixen with a paw, keeping those fingertips curled in her hair. Yanking forward just enough that Trish gasped again, she allowed the seal to break and felt the piping heat of fresh piss spilling down over her neck.

The stream ran wild from there as it poured down over her breasts and through her cleavage, bathing her with all of the volume and intensity of a showerhead. She trembled with new lust as she tried to seal the stream into her mouth once more, but it was too late for anything like that to work...she could only try to keep up as Kyra sprayed her warmth down over the tip of the vixen's head, bathing her in a way that left her looking embarrassed.

Though her ears were flat and her voice was a quiet whimper, Trish was absolutely loving the way Kyra treated her, and between her own legs, a new trickle was starting to flow...but the husky wouldn't allow that.

"You really think I'm gonna let you waste that?" she asked, able to see just well enough to know that the new puddle forming on the floor was coming from the vixen. "You can go when I'm finished, and not a moment sooner..."

An even greater whimper escaped Trish, but she decided to play the obedient role, at least for the moment. It was a terrible strain, but she clenched herself shut once more and kept another drop from spilling, all while wondering how much juice Kyra could possibly have left inside of her.

That she was still going in the first place was a maddening blend of excitement and frustration: Trish was loving the long gorge, but she wanted to return the favor to Kyra...and having to wait was a terrible, twisted bliss.

Her tongue was getting tired from swirling around so faithfully against the husky's pubic mound, but right as she felt her lower jaw straining, Kyra arched her hips forward, drawing pure, hedonistic pleasures from the way her lover tried to keep up with the flow. She didn't think Trish would be able to handle all of it, but for her efforts, she'd been absolutely soaked with a flood of the husky's graces...and her body was starting to ache with need from the affectionate treatment.

When Kyra's grip on her head finally loosened up, she pulled back, her tongue still dripping with the golden mess. "Please...p-please tell me I can go now?"

Kyra didn't need to take any time to think about her decision, but seeing the way that Trish wiggled from side to side as she tried to keep her bladder at bay was just too much fun for her to pass up. A single clawtip stroked along the underside of her own chin as Kyra pretended to contemplate, while Trish rubbed her thighs together below, hoping for any form of relief.

"You're already kneeling in a puddle of my own mess...and you want to make an even bigger one?" Kyra teased, seeing how desperate her lover had become. "I guess I can let that slide, but you're not just gonna go, darling."

Trish offered a tilt of her head. "I'm not?"

Kyra knelt down in front of her, keeping just a little bit of height over her to keep her dominant appearance. "Not without a little help from yours truly."

Curious pawtips reached between Trish's legs and spread them apart, feeling both the natural slickness of her arousal on her petals, and the burgeoning warmth of her impending release right behind it. With a grin, Kyra spread those folds apart and dipped a single digit into the tender passage, fingering it with a slow, hooked gesture, until Trish winced her eyes with pure delight.

"Oh, o-oh fuck...Kyra, y-you...you need to let me pee! Please!"

The husky giggled, hearing such genuine sexual frustration in Trish's voice. "You're the one who has the pull the trigger; what are you waiting for?" she asked, pretending that she wasn't holding the vixen back the entire time.

Widened, playfully angry eyes stared up at Kyra as Trish finally released her bladder, complete with a first gush of warmth that soaked the husky's palm in an instant. Errant drops of the pressured mess continued to spray all around the base of Kyra's wrist, but the main stream poured down into her grasp and trickled through the gaps in her fingers, joining a puddle that had already soaked the vixen's knees.

She didn't care about how long she'd have to bathe to wash that scent away: she'd happily swim in it for as long as her lover would allow, and the way that she knew Kyra, it would be quite the heavily scented afternoon.

"Such a powerful stream," Kyra teased, lifting her palm higher by the second, until her palm flattened against her lover's plump, tender mound. The sudden pressure forced a brief squelch , and Trish shuddered as her own yield splashed back against her, thanks to the mischievous husky. "Can't even kneel down to take a piss without making a mess of yourself, can you?"

"Kyra, c-come on!" Trish whimpered once more and shuddered in place, feeling a new, fluid warmth over the tender nub of her own clit. She wanted even more of that treatment, but her complaining voice forced Kyra to pull back...just as the vixen spilled the last of her offering into the mingled puddle on the floor. "You...y-you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"Sure couldn't," she admitted. "And I know you're happy about it."

Bashful as she was in her soaked, messy state, Trish felt a new form of moisture gathering at her petals as she knelt in her lover's yield. Along with that, a small grin formed in the corner of her lips.

"...Is it that obvious?"