Morning Flood
Morning Flood
by: Otterwhiz!
Through the dark, night air, the kangaroo girl staggered towards the light of the front porch to her house.
Penelope suddenly flew forward, almost landing face down on the long concrete driveway. The cuffs of her bellbottom jeans had tangled up in her pink flip-flops and in her inebriated state, she couldn't avoid tipping up in them. "Ohhhhh.....shit...," she mumbled angrily. Dear god she hoped her mother wouldn't notice. She was home early from the party in the woods, yet still she was in no condition to pass off as having been a responsible 17 year old. Was it perhaps only the second time she had ever been drunk? And after only how many?
The tan and reddish roo knew this must not be good for her. She was the smartest in her school, yet she was starting to sink into the party crowd. But she couldn't help the loneliness. Sure, it was shallow and degrading, but it chased away the growing isolation of the nights.
Feeling terrible, she gropingly picked up the feather boa that had fallen to the driveway and made her way back to the house secluded in the woods. Penelope feared what her mother would think if she saw her like this.
Getting in the door would be the first challenge. The roo approached the door slowly and began looked inside. The lights in the big entry where on and so was the ones in the adjacent living room. She cursed, something she rarely did unless intoxicated. Her mother must still be up watching TV. As carefully as she could, Penelope opened the door and crept into the entry. The shutting door made a clearly louder sound than she had expected and the bunny filled with a rush of adrenaline. However, her mother did not respond. At first this really puzzled her, but as she moved closer to the living room entrance, Penelope realized her mom was actually asleep on the couch. Thank god!!!
As soon, as the roo got into her room and shut the door, she let out a loud heave of relief and exhaustion. Immediately, her mid focused on her big comfy-looking bed against the adjacent wall. With a fumbling motion of her foot, she kicked off one of her flip flops, It flew a few feet ahead and landed in a group of stuffed animals on the blue-carpeted floor. The second one got even more airtime and landed with a crash onto her desk, knocking over her pencil holder. Penelope showed no concern.
As she continued to undress herself, her mind wandered back. She had pleasured someone for the first time that night. She had reached her hands into the underwear of some young skunk boy who she could recall little of, save for that he was a cute skunk and that he was a few years older than her. She remembered that he had coaxed her a bit when they sat beside each other while the rest of the young partying furs drank and threw stuff into the bonfire, laughing and making out with each other. They did not kiss each other first, just snuggled as his conversation got more erotic. She remembered that it felt hot and dirty in the skunk's underwear. Something in Penelope wanted to feel shameful for breaking her isolation-induced celibacy by stroking some guy she knew very little of at a party, but somehow she didn't, yet. The loneliness was killing her, and the incident had profoundly impacted it.
Rid of all but her panties, Penelope donned her satin sleep top and a fleecy pajama pants with pictures of Thumper and Bambi on it. Looking at herself in her vanity mirror, she could see the marks of alcohol on her face and in her eyes. Her chest was not large and robust like the other girls at the party who most of had gotten work done to enlarge them. However, she took for granted that she was not 'flat' like most of the other nerdy girls she knew.
Penelope sat down on the side of her bed and began to put her slippers on her sore footpaws. They were a cute pair of fluffy puppy faces that looked back up at her. When she went to slip her paws in, they slipped in the mouth of the puppies, making it look like they had swallowed her feet. Sighing, she made her way over to her bathroom so she could go pee and wash up. Just as the tired bunny tried to get up, she suddenly found herself unable to. The complete exhaustion had crippled her. Despite what she was intending to do, Penelope found herself desiring to do nothing but go to bed. Without much resistance at all, lifted up the blanket and sheets and squirmed into her bed, not even bothering to remove her puppy face slippers. The big comfy mattress and heavy blankets soon seduced the bunny into a deep comfort and satisfaction. As she laid there awaiting slumber, her mind went back to her exploit with the cute skunk boy. Remembering how it felt as her paw stroked the skunk's erect member caused her so slowly slide her paw down her jammies and between her legs. Lazily she pleasured herself as she thought and drifted towards sleep. Despite her arousal, sleep won the battle, as Penelope slipped into dreamland before she could finish.
Morning felt like a huge trainwreck. Penelope awoke to a quiet room and a pounding headache. Coming out of her deep sleep was a struggle in its own. Half awake, she laid there in bed, unconscious of any feeling but the ache. Her mid rambled randomly through various things she couldn't remember until she finally began go gather her senses. Eventually, Penelope got to the point where her desire to stay in her comfy warm bed was being overrun by her hunger. "Shit..." she mumbled to herself.
Groggily, Penelope got up and very slowly scooched over to the side of her bed. She the placed her feet on the plush throw rug and with quite an effort stood up. How she wished she could just stay in bed all day and never get up. The roo girl then yawned and stretched an arm into the air, rising up on her toes for a moment before returning back to her standing position. Penelope became aware of a tickling feeling of something running down the fur on her leg. Suddenly, the roo felt her center sink deep into her gut, causing her to go pale. A dark wet stain appeared on the inside of her fleece jammies and rapidly spread out and down her leg. Instinctively, she jammed both hands between her legs and tired to hold it back. However, she had not gone since before the party and had ignored going before bed. It was far too much to hold in. Peneplope filled with misery as she realized she couldn't stop herself. The urine spilled like a flooding river down her pants and eventually to her feet, filling her puppy-face slippers up with pee. They quickly soaked through and spilled the hot yellow fluid onto the plush throw rug. The peeing kangaroo clenched herself as tight as she could to hold it back, actually falling backwards onto her bed. Despite her best efforts, she could not hold back nature's fury and finally succumbed. Her muscles relaxed completely and the stream rose to its full release, the pee spilling into her soaked jammies and onto the bed. As she relieved herself on her bed, Penelope began to cry softly, feeling ashamed and filthy. If she had brought the skunk boy back with her, she thought she would never be able to look at him again. He would have loved her all that night and would awake to find his partner uncontrollably peeing in her pajamas. No, she probably would kill herself! The shame would be unbearable. Even though he wasn't there, the soiled roo still became awashed with self-pity and misery.
Eventually, Penelope finished relieving herself all over her bed. She stood up in her urine soaked pajamas and slippers. Her paws dripped from trying to hold it in. At least no one had seen it, that made it far easier to handle. "Okay," she thought. "I peed myself. I shouldn't take it so hard."
The light smell of warm urine rose from her bed and pajamas, teasing her nose. The kangaroo wiped back any remaining tears she had. "I guess it didn't feel so bad, so long as I get changed soon before it gets cold..."
Suddenly, she jumped at a knocking at her door. "Honey?... are you awake?"
"What, Mom?!" she shouted back a bit annoyed at how she had startled her.
"There is young skunk at the door, honey. He's asking to see you."