Sunny with a Chance of Showers (Part 2 of 4)
(Organizational note: This is a novella, which I have helpfully broken up into multiple parts, each with its own tags. If you hate unfinished narratives, I suggest you ensure the tags on all parts are to your taste before you begin.)
(Literary Note: All characters except Gray belong to Geneseepaws, and are used with permission.)
Sunny with a Chance of Showers, Part 2
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Gray and Sunny were slower than Midnight getting into The Club, but somehow beat them to the back hallway. It was the only place that Sunny felt comfortable wearing her full collar and leash, and Gray enjoyed the feeling of power from holding it.
Once they had descended the stairs, Gray was surprised to see Dr. Lowry waiting in the hall in front of a private room, just like he was at the Free Clinic. His white lab coat was the same, but the look on his face was extremely unlike a doctor.
"Welcome back," he said in a voice that was also far more mischievous than a doctor. "How did she do?"
"I'm not sure yet. Midnight was kind enough to do all the measuring."
"But I imagine she produced a lot?" he asked as they went into the room -- which had another exam table in it, and a large table of much-more-sinister tools across from it.
"Oh yes, she did," Gray cooed in his 'good dog' voice, looking down at her, and petting her head, "she was a good girl the whole time, and put up with it quite nicely."
She blushed. Gray smiled.
"Well, I'm glad to hear it," replied Dr. Lowry. "Now we'll be sure to get an accurate reading before we do the capacity test."
Midnight peeked his head into the room, before Dr. Lowry called, "yes, come in." He led Matthew in behind him -- also on a leash with a somewhat bulky leather collar rather than the minimalist one Sunny wore -- and closed the door.
"So, what are the measurements for that three hour window?" he asked Midnight.
Midnight took the note out of his pocket. "For Matthew, two and three quarters liters. For Sunny, two and a third liters."
"That sounds about right, given their weights," replied the doctor. "I take it neither of them have any urinary tract infections?"
Midnight and Gray both shook their heads.
"Good. So that means it's time for the capacity test -- also known as the Stress Test," ominously added the doctor. "You two," he addressed to the two subs, "sit on this table."
"Back to back," added Gray. The doctor shrugged.
Midnight and Grey released their leashes, and the two pets did as they were told, going up to the exam table and sitting on it back to back, their legs hanging over opposite sides. Gray went toward the much-more-comfortable arm chair across the room, but the doctor said, "I suppose I will just have to torture them myself, then."
That stopped him cold, and got him to walk over to the Doctor instead.
"Torture?" purred Midnight, who appeared opposite him a moment later.
The Doctor took the parts on the table and started assembling two small bits of apparatus, which were quite ominous looking. Each consisted of a syringe attached to a three-way valve with two tubes. He hung up two IV bags of fluid from hooks built into the wall, and attached one tube of each apparatus into it, clamping off the drip control for the moment.
Gray looked over to see Sunny shiver momentarily when the Doctor then detached the tube from her catheter and put the other end of one apparatus on it. He did the same to Matthew, and the skunk's face fell, and he grit his teeth.
"I see they've figured it out," growled the doctor, as he handed the two syringes to the two masters. "You have fun filling them up. I want to know how much they can hold when you're done. I'll be back in a little while."
Without another word, he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"For the love of Green Man's Balls!" cried Matthew the moment the door had closed, "Why do you have to fill me up, master!? Whyyyyyyyyy!?"
Gray looked over at Sunny, and while she was silent, her blushing face, wide distant eyes, and quivering lips were as close to actual terror as he'd ever seen.
In spite of the boner the two of them immediately made him pop, Gray's first reaction was to comfort Sunny. He wrapped his arm around her, giving her a half-hug, and whispered, "it's going to be okay, my dear. Really. You remember your safe word, don't you?"
"C-code Orange," she whispered.
"You can use it any time. Okay?"
She swallowed, stiffened up a bit, and clenched her teeth.
"Besides," Gray said, drawing up the first syringe-full slowly, "it's nothing you haven't tried to do for me, and failed. That wasn't so terrible was it?"
She didn't answer, still staring off into the distance.
"Well, let me put it another way," he whispered, changing from a hug to rubbing down the left side of her waist, "whatever you suffer, however bad you tell me it is, I promise to make it up to you. As many orgasms as it takes."
That got her to thaw a little, shifting her body and relaxing her back, but her face still didn't like it at all.
"Do we have a deal, my dear?" he whispered.
"Yes master," she sighed.
And with that, he started slowly pushing the liquid up her tube.
"Ungh!" groaned Matthew.
Gray looked over to see the jag giving him a look as cold as steel -- and almost certainly enjoying every second of it.
"Unh... Dear Green Man... save me from this... ungh!"
"What's the problem, Mattie? You can't be full already..."
"Master, it's cold!" he whined.
Not a moment later, Sunny's entire body suddenly flinched, and she started panting for breath. The look now on her face made Gray keep squeezing.
But not a minute later, both Matthew and Sunny seemed to adjust a bit more... but Matthew had a lot shorter a time to be silent.
"Oh, master, would you let me please go pee now?" he begged.
"No," snarled Midnight, a hint of lust in his voice that Gray could barely pick up.
"Please, Master, I really need to pee!"
"You're not full enough," snapped Midnight, "I know you can hold more than that!"
When Sunny's breathing had slowed, and she seemed to be sitting quite uncomfortably, Gray whispered, "do you have to go potty, hon?"
"Yes, master."
"How bad?"
"Not too bad, master, I can hold it if you wish."
Gray's arousal surged, as those exact words were what she said whenever she had secretly peed earlier in the day.
He answered with his usual reply: "then hold it."
"Yes, master."
He kept injecting.
"Master!" cried Matthew, in between ragged breaths, "I can't hold it anymore! I'm gonna explode!"
"That's what you always say!" roared the jag. "Shut up, or I'll really make you explode!"
"If I might merely remind Midnight," stated Gray loudly over Matthew's next whine, "of our plan we discussed earlier. Now might be the best time, once we get a consistent amount into them."
"That's a great idea," purred Midnight, "how much have you put in?"
"250 mills."
"I've got 320 or so, let's both get up to 350."
"Sounds good to me."
Gray kept injecting, and watched Sunny remain totally silent, but become more and more fidgety. In fact, he saw her face go through one or two quick flashes of pain that he recognized in the evenings after a workday. Was she more dutiful at holding it than he gave her credit for?
When Gray got to 350, Sunny was less comfortable than ever, while Matthew was adding a short, quiet groan to every breath.
"Amazing," remarked Midnight, breaking his transfixed gaze on Matthew to look briefly up at Gray. "She's not complained or begged once. Is she in a lot of pain?"
Gray's gaze, however, on his pet, was unbroken. "She is doing what she does best," replied Gray, "suffer in silence."
"I wonder," pondered Midnight, "if you could get her to beg."
"Never," replied Gray.
"Oh c'mon," purred Midnight, "a skilled master can make his pet do anything. Surely you have such skill?"
The way the question was phrased, and particularly the way it impugned him, finally broke Gray out of his reverie. Turning to look Midnight directly in the face, he caustically replied, "I suppose you have a point: breaking your pet's spirit is a matter of skill. The real question is, why in the Green Man's World would you do that to one you are most fond of?"
Midnight returned the comment with a stare of daggers, but only for a couple of seconds before he backed off. "I will abdicate my suggestion in lieu of our plan... which is still on, I take it?" The mischievous smile was back.
"Of course," politely replied Gray, returning his attention to his squirming pet, and trying to get himself back into the mood.
"If we're at 350, then let's begin, shall we?"
"This game," announced Gray, "is called 'Would You Do It'. Each of us will ask a question as to whether or not you two would do something we asked of you, and you answer."
"I hope you answer correctly," Midnight threatened, mostly looking at Matthew, "or there will be consequences."
"I'll go first," continued Gray. "So, would you... suck off your master?"
"Yes master," replied Sunny without hesitation, still shaking a bit.
"Yes master," replied Matthew in his whiny voice.
Midnight went next. "Would you kiss your master's ass?"
"Yes master."
"Yes master."
"Would you... let your master tie you up and beat you?"
"Yes master."
"Y-yes master." Matthew's voice sounded weaker.
"Would you... eat worms?" asked Midnight smoothly.
Matthew looked taken aback, and was silent. Until, that is, Midnight started injecting more liquid.
"Unh! O-okay, master, okay! Yes, master, yes, yes!"
Gray looked at Sunny, who looked back at him nervously. But never the less answered mundanely, "yes master."
Gray decided to throw her an easy one. "Would you... toilet outside in the back yard?"
"Yes master."
"Um... uh, y-y-yes! Yes master!" finally stammered Matthew.
"Would you... bathe in shit?" purred Midnight.
Matthew swallowed hard before whining weakly, "yes master."
Gray looked over at Sunny expectantly. She now hesitated -- so Gray started filling her up.
She swallowed hard, flinched, and squirmed for a good two or three seconds before she finally blurted, "yes master!" with a bright red blush on her cheeks.
"That's a very nice offer, my dear," growled Gray, petting her arm with his free hand, partly to feel her fur, partly to reassure. "You must be desperate."
She just swallowed silently.
Gray now decided to push one of her buttons. "How about if I had a party, and you attended naked... and, if anyone got drunk, you drank all their piss?"
"Will they all be strangers, master?" she asked nervously, a strong note in her voice.
"Hmmm, I'd have to think about that..."
Sunny looked down at the floor, and continued to squirm. When she remained silent for a whole two seconds, Gray resumed injection again, and she seemed to try and resist with whatever willpower she had left.
"Parties are her absolute least favorite," explained Gray casually to Midnight. "The thing she hates more than anything is letting people she knows see what she's really like. And I know just who I'd bring to that party. Sunny, would you like me to tell Midnight their names?"
"Okay, okay, master," she whined, "I give in!"
"So that means you'll do it for me?"
"Yes master!"
Gray smiled. Partly it was about the admission... but he also wanted to keep her determination from causing her too much pain, since he'd have to make it up later.
"Sounds fun," purred Midnight. "How about you, Matthew? I'd throw a party in the club, and invite anyone who walked in to piss in your mouth on their way to the back of the room."
Matthew swallowed hard, still grunting. "Oh master," he whined, "I don't know how much more I can hold..."
"It sounds like you would rather drink however much the guests can hold then," Midnight growled viciously as he started injecting. "What say you?"
"Okay, master, okay!"
"Really?"
"Yes master!"
"Drinking all of it?"
"Yes master!"
"Liter after liter?"
"Yes master!!" There was a high pitch in his voice that Gray had not heard up to that point.
"Very good, very good. And how about you taking those pants off again in front of Sunny?"
"What!?" Matthew screeched.
"You heard me," purred Midnight, as he started injecting again.
"No!" whined Matthew, tears appearing in his eyes, as Midnight kept injecting in silence, "please! ... For the love of the Green Man's balls, please no more! Aaaaah!"
"Will you take off your pants in front of her?" he asked.
"Nnnnngh!" was all Matthew could reply, clenching his teeth.
So, Midnight kept injecting, getting the skunk fuller and fuller and fuller... and tears started running down his face.
"The words you are looking for," growled the jag loudly in his ear, as if he were speaking over a loud noise, "are 'yes master!'"
"Aaaaaaah," whined Matthew.
"'Yes master.' Say it!"
Midnight kept injecting until, at last, the bag was empty.
"Y-y-yes, master!" cried Matthew.
"Well good," teased Midnight, "that's a lot of pee in there. I knew you could hold more than you were letting on."
Matthew just gasped for air quietly with an occasional whimper, tears streaming down his eyes and his legs shaking and crossed.
"You really should believe in yourself a bit more," Midnight chastised.
"I-I-I would have peed myself five minutes ago, master," whined the skunk between gasps for breath, "if you had not forced me to hold it all!"
It was all so dramatic that before Gray could even ask the question, Sunny just stated, "yes, master."
"Good girl," he replied.
"Hey Gray, have a look at this," invited Midnight. "Look at this bulge!"
Gray pat-pat-patted his pet andleft her squirming and blushing for a moment. He stepped around the table to the skunk, who seemed to be in much greater duress.
"Look at this!" beamed Midnight, as if taking pride in his accomplishment.
That accomplishment: there was a visible bulge almost the size of Gray's fist protruding from Matthew's abdomen, just above the line where his shorts were. Midnight pulled them down a bit, to reveal the rest of the lump, getting Matthew to flinch and groan.
"Isn't that wonderful?" he asked.
Gray, however, was too busy staring at it. This was one way to get his juices flowing for males: seeing them humiliated. And this looked incredibly uncomfortable indeed.
"Poor Matthew," growled Gray, sounding a surprising about like Midnight in his tone, "I wish I could just touch him."
"You certainly may," offered Midnight.
Gray's heart fluttered as he reached out and gently brushed the soft fur of the bulge, getting Matthew to wordlessly whine. Grey gently grasped it, not pressing, but feeling its size and general weight. It was beneath the black fur right below where Matthew's white belly and black pelvis met.
"You know, Matthew," Gray murmured, taking the skunk's cheek up in his hand, and holding the writhing head still to look him in the eye, "I haven't had boys in a while. Just watching you squirm is reminding me of what I'm missing." He kissed Matthew on the forehead before releasing him, and walking back over to Sunny, who seemed more squeamish than ever.
"Well, my dear, are you ready for release?"
Her eyes seemed to light up. "Yes master!" she gasped excitedly.
"And will you keep all those promises you made to your master?" he asked seductively.
"Y-y-yes, master," she stammered, probably thinking about the last one as she blushed again.
"Alright then." He grabbed a bucket, reversed the valve, and hung the tube down into it that used to be in the bag. The liquid started draining out into the bucket, and immediately, the quiet panting by Sunny turned into almost groans, but not quite; just pants that were falling, rather than rising.
"And you, Matthew," Gray dimly heard Midnight say, as he was focused on his pet's face, and reaching down into his pants, "will you keep all the same promises?"
"Y-yes master!" cried Matthew, clearly ready to promise anything in exchange for release.
It was as Gray started stroking Sunny the way she liked that he heard Matthew suddenly groan loudly, and start panting in a similar manner. He presumed Midnight was draining him too.
"I'll get Dr. Lowry," Midnight said, leaving Matthew alone and stepping outside the room.
It took a good minute and a half for Sunny to drain out, Gray stroking, petting, teasing and kissing her, their eyes locked on each other the entire time, as they were both getting more and more horny with each passing moment.
"We'll get that tube out of you soon," promised Gray, "and then you can be paid back for all that suffering I put you through."
She sighed, and hugged him; the silent sign for "I forgive you, master."
"Well, isn't that nice," stated a familiar voice.
Gray slowly released his pet, and turned to see the familiar lion behind them. "So, Sunny, are you ready for the catheter to come out?"
She smiled shyly. "Very," she answered.
"Okay then, here we go." He got out a fine needle, but rather than poking her, he stuck it back into the tiny secondary tube of the catheter, and drew the liquid back out.
"It's released... out it comes..." He started sliding it out, and after a mere moment, and two of Sunny's squirms, the tube covered in the sheen of fluids was in the Doctor's hand.
Sunny grunted and sighed once he removed it. Gray, wanting to just make her feel better, hugged her again. She didn't mind that at all.
"Let me see," mulled Dr. Lowry, looking at the unused portion of the bag on the wall, "that seems like about just under half a liter left... do you think she could hold half a liter?"
Gray looked down at her, making it clear she should answer.
She had to think for a moment. "Probably, sir," she replied nervously.
"Alright, I'll note that down. Midnight? Is Matthew ready?"
"I don't know, maybe we should keep it in a week."
"Master!?" cried the skunk in incredulity.
Midnight seemed to smile with genuine sadism at that response before answering, "of course you can take it out."
Gray, however, returned his focus to Sunny. "Now let me think," he whispered in her ear, "how could I make this up to you... say... a couple orgasms?"
She took an excited gasp of breath. "That would certainly do it, master," she whispered back.
"Then let's see what we can do," he teased affectionately.
Gray helped Sunny stand up, and then took her back to the chair across the room and sat down, coaxing his pet into his lap. He saw the Doctor and Midnight whisper -- probably something to do with Matthew's measurement -- and then walk out with one last smile at the Dane.
Once Matthew was free, however, Midnight was far less kind. The moment the skunk stood up, all it took was one glance at Gray before Midnight shoved the skunk's chest down on the exam table, and yanked down his pants.
"Dear Green Man no," gasped Matthew.
"Dear Green Man yes," snarled Midnight, clearly enjoying the skunk's discomfort. "Quit being such a baby. I'm sure Gray wants to see how you get turned on. Don't you, Gray?"
"Absolutely," answered Gray, even as he slid his hand under Sunny's tank top to start working on her.
"Whyyyyyyy..." Matthew whined. Gray couldn't tell how much of it was an act, but he certainly seemed to fear -- or at least disdain -- girls in general, for some reason. "Master, why do you have to do this to me?" he whined.
"Okay, that's it," snapped Midnight. "You are going really going to show off for Sunny."
"Please don't master," he panted -- but seemed to be getting a hard-on in spite of his voice.
Midnight pulled down Matthew's boxers, keeping the skunk forced down onto the table. Using one hand on his chest to keep him still, Midnight then liked his index finger and stuck it up Matthew's ass.
Matthew whined, but did not resist. He closed his eyes, and seemed to be lost in what was happening to him.
"You're going to cum," snarled the jag, "in front of the two of them."
This was getting Gray quite turned on -- but he hoped he could please his pet at least, so she would be more receptive to what he had planned later.
"You know, I wonder," he growled affectionately in Sunny's ear as he put one hand into her panties and kept the other around her chest, "if I can figure out that 'fingering' business. There's a first time for everything, right?"
Her starting to pant, shifting of her weight, and a gentle brush against him was her sign of non-verbal excitement for the idea.
He felt around until he found her lips. The moment he touched them, she shuddered. "Oh is that all it takes?" he teased. "Maybe girls and boys are more alike than those silly magazines suggest..."
He flattened out his hand, and just started rubbing the labia, imagining that to be the equivalent of rubbing an unprotected dick head. She grunted loudly and shook again, so he presumed that was.
Gray watched Midnight savagely torture Matthew's anus for another two or three minutes as the skunk's whines and moans seemed to get more desperate, rather than more fearful. The passion and the control was strong enough that, the brutality of the acts didn't phase Gray.
Gray soon put his left hand to work squeezing her nipples, each of which fit quite nicely into his palm. He saw no point in large breasts, not only for his own opinion of the female form, but also for this reason.
"You should see Matthew back there," whispered Gray, noticing that Sunny had closed her eyes, "and what Midnight is putting him through. When I'm done with you here, you'll be next," he threatened.
Sunny just kept panting, eyes closed and body continuing to heat up.
"You made a lot of promises to me," continued Gray, trying to get her even warmer. "You promised to suck my dick. You promised to go potty outside like a dog. You promised to eat worms -- oh, I look forward to seeing the look on your face."
That got her face to wince even in anticipation, and the minor flush in her cheeks to become major once again.
"But tell me, Sunny, my dear: why in the world did you promise to eat worms if you hate the idea so much?"
She just kept panting, as he kept rubbing, one hand halfway to tired and the other halfway to soaked with her juices as he started adding an occasional poke inside with his fingertips.
He stopped -- and that made her notice. "I said: why did you promise to do all those things for your master, anyway?"
"Because," she whispered through her heavy breathing, "I... had to pee... master...."
"Oh, so having to pee makes you promise me things?" he retorted, resuming the work of his hands. "That's good to know. There are all sorts of things that I've wanted to do to humiliate you, but was too scared to ask. But all I have to do to get a 'yes' is fill up your bladder?"
Her answer was a grunting sound the length of a short groan.
Gray responded by rubbing her faster. "What did you say, hon? Am I right?" he teased, increasing the speed of his rubbing a bit. "Huh? Am I? Am I?"
She was panting at a good clip now, and he was hoping that she would come soon, because his hands were getting tired. "Are you really that horny? Say it," he whispered it her ear.
"Yes master," she groaned.
"Yes what? Yes you'll agree to anything if I fill you up?"
"Yes," she groaned again.
In a time that seemed pretty short for a girl, he felt her muscles twitch, and with a quiet cry through clenched teeth -- rather like the one Matthew made a while ago -- she came. Gray just guided her body through the process, slowing down the pace of his rubbing as she seemed to dislike it, and removing his sticky fingers from her clit.
He let her breathe for a few moments before he whispered, "feel better, my dear?"
"Yes... master..." she panted. "Thank you."
"You'll get another one in time," he kindly suggested, letting her back down from the wall. "Right now, I'd ask you a different question: do you have to pee?"
"Not really, master," she answered.
"Oh you will... but for right now, let's just enjoy the show our companions are putting on."
Gray was surprised to return his attention to the two other males and find that, though Matthew was masturbating now, the jag still had not allowed his pet to cum yet.
But as he was about to ask Midnight when that would happen, Matthew begged, "please, master..." He didn't finish the sentence, but didn't have to.
"You'll cum only when both of the masters in this room do," he coldly replied.
"Well then, I guess Sunny had better get busy," mused Gray, his hormones getting the better of him.
Fortunately, the mink was in the perfect mood to get down on her knees and put his meat into her mouth again. Gray was thinking about asking for something else, but he didn't see any lube handy in this room...
"That's marvelous, my dear," he panted as her tongue started to work. And because of the show in front of him, and the feeling beneath him, he came in only a minute or two.
"Please master!" whined the skunk. Gray barely heard it through his orgasmic rush, which he allowed to consume most of his senses as his blood pulsed heavily through his body.
"Ho ho ho, you really think I'm in the mood to hear any begging? Hey Gray! Sunny! Have a look at his wanker!" Midnight forcibly held the skunk's junk in view, and even though Matthew averted his eyes and blushed, he did not resist.
Gray recovered and looked down.
"Very nice," complimented Gray. "Sunny, what do you think?" He looked at her suggestively.
She looked back nervously.
"Don't be shy, hon," insisted Gray, "what do you think compared to mine?"
"It's... a little smaller, master," she answered, seeming to have more sympathy for the skunk than anything.
Matthew just winced, and closed his eyes. His "small" dick also started to shrink.
"Oh c'mon, Mattie, don't be shy. She's just telling the truth," Midnight growled near his ear. "You're not still worried about dick size, are you? Are you that stupid and vain?"
Matthew just groaned in response, and his dick kept shrinking.
"Well even if you are, we can't have this terrible showing," insisted Midnight, as he let Matthew out of the headlock and started jerking the skunk's dick. In spite of Matthew's continued embarrassment, it did, in fact, start getting larger again.
It was as Gray was watching this, trying to decide what to do to Matthew next, when his own pet whispered something in his ear: "sorry to interrupt master, but I have to pee."
"Can you hold it?" he whispered back.
"Yes, master."
"Then do that," he replied dryly, not getting much out of a normally very interesting comment. "We'll see when an opportunity presents itself."
Matthew soon got back to the edge where he was a moment ago, and then Midnight went from headlock to jerking himself. Three minutes later, the two of them came -- something that Gray barely got any arousal out of himself, as he was still under the influence of his own last orgasm.
"If I might point out," Gray interrupted as the black and white fursons leaned against each other panting, "we're all pretty well satisfied at the moment. How about the next item in the plan?"
Midnight didn't seem quite as enthusiastic as before, getting a significant heir of lethargy that Gray was feeling too. "I suppose," was all he replied.
"Then let's get cleaned up," groaned Gray as he stretched.
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