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The sun crawled overhead at a sluggish pace. It couldn't hurt me. I sat beneath it, sipping my defiance in the form of my fourth sugary iced drink as I drifted down the river. Fuck you, you over-large bilious bag of hydrogen and helium, masquerading as a pleasant addition to the mid-morning! I defy you and your radiation, no matter how good it feels on my fur. I have my drink, and all is well in the world.

And how well it was. All of my anxieties seemed to disappear as I floated. A soft splash echoed from my right. A fox had jumped into the river from the shore. A second later, his wave rocked my float imperceptibly. A second after that, a larger splash heralded the arrival of the fox's boyfriend--or boy who was his friend-for-the-moment--in the form of a buff wolf diving in after him and chasing him through the current. They laughed and ducked under me, arriving on the far side where they enjoined against the far wall of the lazy river. As I floated around the next curve and they disappeared from sight, I heard subtle, rhythmic splashing and a soft whine of happiness. All was, indeed, well in the world.

A lingering cramp reminded me that, perhaps, not all was entirely well in the world. Damn you, sugary iced drink. How dare you ruin my mood? You were meant to defeat the warm sunlight, not replace it as petty tormentor! I lay back on my floating donut, but my bladder was not to be denied. Ah well. The lazy river can only last so long. Along with all else in the universe, it too is ephemeral.

Luckily, at the next exit I spied a wood-effect sign that was probably plastic an metal. It had a crude stick-drawing of a creature of indeterminate species and gender with its hands between its legs and knees bent inwards. The galaxy-wide accepted symbol for "gotta go right now." Perfect. I paddled myself into the shallows. Out of the current, the water was even warmer and inviting. Oop. Nope. No, no, no. Warm water was not going to help me in my current state. I stood out of the all-too-inviting warm pool and stilted my way towards the stairs leading out, dragging my float behind me.

From the outside, the restroom was thematic, in that it both blended into the background of the water park, while also making its entrance boldly clear so it couldn't be missed by someone in genuine need. As I was, right at that moment. I hopped from hind paw to hind paw, making that awkward jumping run to the bathroom.

On the inside, though... It was an adult park. What exactly had I expected? Well, really, I had expected a normal public restroom. I'd been to too many space ports. Worn too many decency suits through too many days. Snuck into opaque-doored cubicles where everyone else could ignore having to think about my alien anatomy while I performed the necessaries. I'd expected the same level of xenophobia I'd seen everywhere else.

What I didn't expect was a communal area not entirely unlike the ones my family had on our own ship. There were private nooks, for those who were bladder shy, but the majority of the facility was in low communal troughs with constantly running water. Aliens of all genders and designs chatted and snuggled up to each other as they urinated down into the receptacles. And the playful eroticism I'd come to expect out in the main park didn't end the moment they walked through the doors.

I was busy trying to figure out how to use the trough as a short four-legger when I heard the flush of water from one of the private stalls. The door unlatched and disgorged a two legged dingo with a smile on his face and a dribble of cum leaking down from his half-unsheathed dick. Behind him, the open stall door displayed why. A sultry black housecat was bent over the porcelain, tail high and showing off her own recently-used facilities. Dog semen leaked in little drooling trails from her slit, but marking up her thighs and pooling between her legs was a cascade of urine, probably from that same dog that'd just vacated her chamber. Around her feet, miniature sanitation drones mopped up the spill in just seconds, leaving the floor spotless and ready for her next "customer."

The wait wasn't long. In the sparse crowd, I noticed a subtle loitering line behind her stall door. When the dingo trotted out, he was replaced in just a moment by a hulking lion-man. The housecat over the toilet let out a gasping purr as he bent over her. He was already half-hard, and from behind we could all watch as her slit spread to accommodate him. Dribbles of urine started to trickle down her leg again, before the big lion reached back and pulled the door closed.

Turning back to the trough, I didn't see any reasonable way to get up to its level, and then get my tail end over the water without dunking my feet into it. I did, however, see evenly spaced drains in the floor. Was that the plan for us quads? That seemed inelegant. Even though I needed to go pretty badly by this point, I kept looking for a clue on how I was supposed to relieve myself.

Looking around, I noticed there was another quad in the room. He was a big gryphon on four legs--with black-striped wings and a thick leonine tail that was lashing behind him in agitation. His hinds were squeezed together. Oh. That poor boy. He really, really needed to go. Rather than using one of the drains, he was waiting outside an over-large stall--the only one of its size in the room. And to his great frustration, the door was latched closed. For a moment, I felt an intense surge of pity. That pity swam in the juices of physical attraction. He was gorgeous. His plumage was vibrant and well-groomed, and his leonine back-half was tawny and soft-looking. The poor bird didn't deserve this. Ignoring my own need to go, I decided that I was going to help.

Squirming through the crowd around the trough, I put a paw up on the big hind leg of the gryphon. He jerked and flustered, and squawked in surprise. Following that exclamation, I heard the soft patter of liquid splashing to the ground between his hind legs. Even that small surprise had forced him to lose concentration, and the little puddle between his paws was the result. Oh, that poor boy. He was so desperate he could barely hold it in.

His beak turned to me and gaped slightly in amusement. "Oh, sorry little guy. This is the line for the big stall. You probably wouldn't... Ah... Oh, you're not. Ah. Um." He trailed off at the end as I turned my head and looked up between his haunches, then back at his head. I gave him a grin and licked my lips. He suddenly seemed to get the idea. He had feathers crested to either side of his head that looked not unlike ears. They folded back, and his nares flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh. No, I can wait. Don't worry. I just--I can wait for... I can..."

That last statement was punctuated by the sound of more dribbling liquid hitting the restroom floor next to me. He stammered to a pause. How was he keeping the cork in at this point, when he was so close to losing it? Worse, how did he let it get to this point?

Or had it been intentional?

I heard a soft keening noise from him as he turned his head back to the latched stall door. Oblivious, its inhabitant made no response. No matter how the gryphon glared at it, the door stubbornly refused to unlock.

"I can. Don't worry. I can... I..."

His head went down and his eyes closed. His cat-like hind legs spread into a wider stance. He'd been squeezing his sheath, as if that was going to keep it from spilling out. Now that he'd spread his legs, not only had his sheath dangled into sight, but half of his tapered leonine cock had unsheathed and was dripping needily just inches away from my head.

"I can't." He admitted. "Quick... Quick, I'm gonna--!"

I didn't wait for him to finish. I slipped around his thigh and put my head up to meet him. I heard a whistle of appreciation from the crowd of onlookers around the trough urinal, and a soft patter of applause. I wondered how long the gryphon had been standing here waiting. By the time my whiskers were tickling his thighs, he'd already let the flow begin. It hit my face square between the eyes, then dribbled down onto my muzzle and neck. I opened my mouth and pushed upwards. I felt the thick gryphon shaft sliding down my throat, straight to the sheath. His pendulous balls sat against my neck as I gulped.

"Fuck." I heard him whisper. "That's... Fff, I can't stop."

As if I wanted him to. I lowered my ears and closed my eyes as I swallowed. Most refreshing drink of the day, right here. The big bird sprayed effortlessly down my throat in gushes. Fuck was right. I didn't know how much gryphons usually pissed, but the flow was so strong I could feel it hitting my throat and filling my belly. No matter how quickly I swallowed, I couldn't keep up with the flow. Most of it dribbled down from my lips and cascaded through my fur.

While I was busy struggling to match him swallow-for-spray I reached out to support myself. One hand found his thigh, rock hard and anchored. The other found his nuts, bobbing against my throat as I swallowed. When I wrapped an arm around them and tugged to stay upright, I heard the big bird above me let out another squawk, followed by a giggle from one of the onlookers behind me. Before I could apologize, though, I felt the cock in my throat give a jump. It pushed my head back and lifted towards the big guy's belly. Oh, he liked that, did he?

Well, he loved it when instead I wrapped both of my arms around his nuts. He throbbed so hard that his shaft pulled free of my mouth and splattered piss all over his belly. Oops! I looked back. His head was ducked and watching me, with his tongue hanging free of his beak and eyes half-lidded. I jumped for his shaft and corralled it with forepaws again, pulling it down so the leaking tip could fit to my muzzle again.

I think at this point his tank was starting to run low. I hoped it was, because he was getting too hard to keep peeing. Those big leonine legs to either side of me gave desperate little stomps, and claws tak-takked on the tiled floor. When I gave his nuts another tug, he let out a strangled little chirp. This time when the rigid shaft delving down my throat pulsed, I held on. That way, the first gush of rich gryphon cum was deposited directly down my throat. His throbbing lifted me off my feet. When I landed, my belly sloshed and pulled me lower than I'd expected, and I lost contact with his cock, which instead started raining droplets of cum down over my head. Wonderful.

I reached up again, but it was midway through the stretch that I realized. I had put off my own need too long. Far too long. I looked around. Everyone was watching us, and I still didn't know how to get over the trough. I took a step towards it, and my belly rumbled, full and heavy. Just the impact of foot into ground threatened to break containment. A dribble of my own urine dripped down my leg.

"Oh, gosh. Right. Bet you came in here for the same reason. Here, let me help." Strong talons lifted me off the ground. A dhole shuffled aside to make room for us at the communal urinal, but even before he had shifted I was already starting to leak all over the gryphon's hands. He didn't complain. He held me steady over the running water, letting my urine drip down into it until I finally let myself relax, and the flow began.

It was nowhere near the impressive spray the gryphon had, but I could feel it wetting the scaly talon-fingers holding my haunches. Oh, he didn't realize I'd acquired both bits for the day. As my sheath tinkled outward and down into the trough, the gryphon fingers spread my slit lips and let the second spray shoot directly downwards into the water.

Beak found my face and kissed me. I excused myself for a moment from it and burped. It tasted like gryphon pee. He chirped out a laugh, then kissed me again as his agile fingers rubbed my slit as I pissed.

It was only ten or fifteen seconds for me. Guess having two exits makes for a quicker time at the urinal. The gryphon put me down, careful not to squeeze my belly, and washed his hands. Slowly, the warmth of casual chatter of the restroom came back to my ears. My new feathery friend leaned down, gave me one lonely additional peck, then trotted back out into the sunlight, tail high and refreshed. Feeling simultaneously both full and empty, I waddled along behind. Eh, well, I think another hour in the lazy river while I let my body absorb all this liquid wasn't too high a cost.

I acquired another float, and this time, much lower in the water, I let the current carry me away again.