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Hey everyone, first story. I'm a pretty casual writer, so don't expect much. But hey, it should be fun. It's about peeing on yourself and drinking it, so if that grosses you out then I recommend you leave before it gets too hairy. Thanks for reading!

Simon, a feline, found himself lying in bed after a long, tiresome day of school and practices on Friday evening. He woke up at 6 that morning to go to school, which was itself followed by a two hour long lacrosse practice. After driving home, he collapsed on his bed, wanting nothing other than to relax and look at his phone for a while. He curled up so that his head rest on the pillows, while his legs lay upraised in front of him, like a half-raised sit up. After reading some of his friends' posts and browsing social media on his phone for a while, he started getting a little bored- when he realized that right then was an ideal time for some... Tomfoolery.

He switched to the hidden app on his phone which was only accessible through some route that only he knew- it was very discreet indeed. His searchings became ever more X-rated until he found himself viewing water sports porn. This seemed to be the topic that caught- and maintained- his interest. He knew he'd like to try it someday, but also knew it wasn't likely going to happen lest he found someone he could draw into it. So far he had only experimented a little in the shower- peeing on his chest, catching a few droplets here and there in his mouth. One time he tried to sit in the shower and pee directly into his mouth, but he found it difficult to maintain the stream and an erection simultaneously. He lay in his bed, rubbing himself in a circular motion while scrolling through the posts which turned him on now more than before. Of course, his mind drifted to the experiments that he could try today. Peeing in his mouth in the shower was a possibility, but again that could be difficult. Perhaps he could pee his pants- no, that would be too messy and he wouldn't want to dirty his clothes that way. His mind cycled through the possibilities until he found a good one: he could try wetting only his underwear. It occurred to him that he really should pee from all the water he drank throughout the school day and at practice. One of his coach's most important suggestions was to always stay hydrated, so he usually drank about two water bottles at school, and then more during lacrosse. After remaining in bed and rubbing himself for a few more minutes, he got up to go to the bathroom- and, take a shower, so to speak.

He picked out his tightest pair of underwear, a small, grey pair that no longer fit him very well. He never wore it unless it was the last one left, so without really recognizing it, he designated it as the pair that would always be used for this purpose alone. He checked his watch- 5:30- which left him enough time to have his fun before dinner. He nonchalantly walked into the bathroom, hiding the underwear in his palm so as not to arouse suspicion from his mother or sisters. He made sure the bathroom door was closed behind him and that the fan was on so those outside could not hear him. He stripped down, removing his clothes layer by layer, and threw them on a pile in the corner. Lastly, he removed his underwear, and in doing so pushed his dick downwards- once released it bobbed back up to its original position at around ninety degrees. He briefly admired himself in the mirror- his long, shaggy hair that was especially thick around his crotch, his slim torso and toned arms. The way the fur was lighter on his chest to his inner thighs seemed to draw the eyes right to his cock. He fit into his small pair of underwear, which unfortunately did not quite fit his erect penis- the head resided above the waist strap. He resolved to sit until it had retracted to at least half-mast before continuing.

Once it had done so, he noticed that his pulse had quickened considerably. He felt nervous, though he wasn't quite sure why. He stepped into the shower, and stood facing the mirror on his bathroom wall. He brushed the curtains to the side so that they wouldn't get in the way of his view. He stood there and willed himself to begin, with a little extra effort in his crotch muscles since his instincts told him not to pee himself. Once it began, however, the stream continued steadily as his willpower overcame his body. He watched in the mirror as the dark grey color spread across his underwear, some areas becoming so saturated with urine that they reflected the bathroom light. He felt the warmth spreading from his tip downwards, soaking his pubic hair and running over his balls. Within seconds he smelled it, the unmistakable smell of urine that was normally so unpleasant, but now so satisfying. He started to hear the piss dripping down from his undercarriage onto the shower tiles below. In a sudden moment of inspiration, he grabbed a cup off the counter, which he normally used to rinse after brushing teeth. Urine may not taste like lemonade, but it has a distinct, sharp flavor that can be enjoyed- and even relished- in the right circumstances. He held the cup between his thighs and could start to hear it collecting the piss, while some of it still dripped to the floor. His penis, meanwhile, throbbed against the restrictive underwear- redoubling his effort, he strained to get the very last few seconds of urine to flow; and flow it did. Some urine was even pooling around his lower scrotum before dripping down into the cup.

Once the flow had ceased, he again worked the muscles to push out the last few drops, which came in little spurts. Each spurt resulted in additional throbbing of his penis which was now bursting out of its prison. He removed his underwear, exposing his pulsating cock and wet, sticky fur underneath. His white pubic hair was tinged a very noticeable yellow- his ballsack dripped piss onto the floor. He ran his fingers through his thick, matted hair in satisfaction, releasing a tingling sensation that spread throughout his lower body like a wave. He now held the cup out in front of him- it was about two thirds of the way full, and could be chugged down in at least three or four gulps. He had a moment of hesitation, as he recognized that he was about to swallow a considerable amount of his own discharge. This hesitation was almost immediately overridden by his flooding hormones and twitching, tingling penis. Before raising the cup to his mouth, he looked in the mirror; and, considering that he was covered in urine and completely naked in the shower, he liked what he saw.

He began to sip the glass of urine. The sharp, defined taste quickly became known to him. It was a little unpleasant, but only enhanced his sexual gratification. He treated it like a fine wine, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing down, leaving him with a salty throat and a lust for more. He took a larger sip, then another. Some spilled over his lips and it discolored the fur as it ran down his chin and neck, spreading warmth as it went. He then chugged down the remainder of the glass, which took several seconds; and it was satisfying all the way through. He felt the sharp taste ever more strongly now as he kept a huge gulp in his mouth to maintain the flavor. He swished it around like mouthwash, then spit it back into the cup, along with his own spittle and saliva. Meanwhile, he had been stroking his cock ever more rapidly as the feelings intensified. Now, he could feel he was almost done as waves of sensation spread from his base throughout his piss-soaked underside. In another moment of inspiration, he held the cup down to the tip of his penis in preparation for his cum. He was reaching the moment of no return.

As he felt it begin, he doubled over and aimed his dick into the cup. His grip tightened and pounded ever more rapidly up and down his shaft. His other hand gripped the wall for support. He began to shudder. All in a moment, he felt it coming as his body involuntarily rose up and down in rhythm with his climax. His panting became louder and louder as he spilled his semen into the cup. His vision blurred with the intensity that only a powerful orgasm can bring. Coming out in pulses, he watched with blurry vision as the ejaculate was expelled in milky white drips. With each stroke on his shaft, more cum spilled out into the cup. However, the intensity of his stroking sent his cum spilling everywhere, even outside of the cup. He held the cup up to his eyes and twirled it around in preparation.

Looking at this new formula, constituted of his piss, spit and cum, he quickly downed it before his arousal faded. He felt each of the flavors distinctly, and the cum was sticky in his mouth and on his lips. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked off the last bits of semen that would be matted into his fur before long. As the ejaculation ended, his senses returned to him- his vision locked back into place. He realized he would have to thoroughly shower off his his piss and cum. As he lay there, running his hands through his wet fur and tightening and releasing his grip on his pubic hair, he realized he was bent over backwards in his shower, shaking and panting, and covered all over with urine, semen and sweat. And he was satisfied.

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_Thank you very much for reading. If you enjoyed, please rate and/or leave a comment if it suits your preference. That was very fun for me to write, actually. I think I'll come back and do this again sometime. I feel like I should write about tentacles next time. Anyway, I wrote it all in one stint- I'm going to go fap now. _