Sunny with a Chance of Showers (Part 4 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 4
***
"Say, is this new?" asked Gray when they took a turn around a corner he didn't remember being in the "basement" hallway.
"That's the nice thing about the redecoration," Midnight purred. "They've added a bunch of rooms at the end. Like the party room we are about to visit."
Midnight strode to a room at the very end of the hall; even before he opened the steel door, Gray could hear what sounded like a small party. And when he opened the steel door with only a small window, the room that was unveiled completely broke the dungeon feel.
Instead of harsh, sharp lines and Gothic architecture, this room's walls were much more sternly classical. There was a small bar along one edge, moulding lined the ceilings, the walls were panelled, and the floor was carpeted. Even the door had a heavy oak panel on its inside.
Gray was quite surprised by at all. "You mean to tell me that they built a room just for my vague promise?" he asked with a smirk.
"Not just that," Midnight replied smoothly, "but in general, yes. This is one of the RP rooms. Sunny and Matthew will perform in the back."
Gray just stood and looked around, while Midnight went through a pair of "kitchen doors" in the back. He felt Sunny grab his shoulder. He looked over at her, to find a tense look on her face. She apparently recognized what this was.
He just smiled warmly. "It'll be okay, my dear... do you know anyone here?"
She looked around, taking some time to scan all the faces. It was quite a sound-absorbing setup that kept the chit-chat of about two dozen fursons down to where more than one person could talk, so most of the conversations were barely audible. Most of them didn't seem to know each other that well, but they were all holding drinks from the bar, so that didn't seem to be too much of a problem.
She finally shook her head.
"Then you know what has to happen, if you are to keep your last two promises to your master... don't you?"
She looked at the floor, and nodded, body still stiff as a board. Gray, slowly recovering from his last acts felt the blood flowing back to his dick just with her look; it suggested her unease with the task at hand was already starting.
Gray wondered how well it would go. On the one hand, everyone held a drink. But on the other, they all seemed a bit ill at ease, as if they didn't know each other. Or perhaps their discomfort wasn't social...
But before Gray could ponder it, Midnight returned and loudly called, "may I have your attention please!"
The crowd's murmur slowed to a stop.
"Everyone!" shouted Midnight, pausing to let everyone look at him. "I know you have been a bit impatient, but this evening's entertainment has finally arrived!"
There was a brief round of applause... but Sunny and Matthew seemed able to do little but smile politely.
"Just give us a few moments to get them set up, first. Once they are inside, you may start forming the line if you wish."
Gray took that as his cue. Taking each pet's shoulder in one hand, he led the two of them through the crowd, all eyes upon him, and then through the double doors. And the moment they swished shut, he heard some kind of great motion of fursons, and more arguing than there was a mere moment ago.
At first, when Gray looked around at the bathroom, it seemed to be quite inoperative: three sinks on the left, a drain across the room, and two doorless stalls on the right with no actual fixtures. It took him a moment to notice than there were brackets attached to the wall, and tubes attached to the floor -- and that made him realize why.
"Oh my," he commented as his heart fluttered, and he gave Sunny a couple of rubs. "They really built that room just for this, huh?"
"While the number of requests for it is small," Midnight purred, "those who made them are... very persistent. And because they have good standing, there are many fursons willing to do fine favors for others far more toward the edge than they are, and don't mind socializing one bit until then."
"You hear that, my dear?" Gray whispered aggressively in his pet's ear, "nice and on the edge. I know how much you like the edge."
"Well, I... I don't know, master," she replied nervously.
He could see Sunny was staring at the empty stall. What was running through her head, he could not tell. But, knowing that this was indeed closer to the edge than he had pushed her, he wanted to get an answer for certain.
"Oh c'mon now, don't be so modest," insisted Gray. "You've tasted piss before. What's another couple dozen servings, huh?"
He kept rubbing, but watched her very carefully. He still wasn't sure if it was her "no" reaction yet, but hoped he would know it when he saw it.
"I -- Do I have to, master?" she asked. But when she asked, she shifted her hips around, so that was definitely not a real question.
"Here's your set," stated Midnight blithely, holding up a tangle of straps which four pieces of equipment hung off of.
"Thank you," answered Gray, accepting it. He turned back to Sunny with an exaggerated grin better fitting of Midnight than himself.
"Sunny," he commanded coldly with a smile, "it's time to get you strapped in for your trip." He disentangled the first piece -- a bridle designed for shorter muzzles than a horse -- and started placing the straps around the back of her head.
"M-m-master," she protested as he got it secured, "I realuthupfu..."
"No talking," he interrupted as he got the tube into her mouth, forcing her muzzle open around it, and then tied her jaw around it with another strap.
And when he shut her up in such a manner, she started blushing and got a lot more nervous -- but didn't freak out, or even resist his continued tightening, as its grip on her face became stronger.
"The only sound you are going to make for the next half hour or so," he threatened, words that excited him more than her, "is 'gulp'. And then, when you're nice and bursting, your master will decide what happens next."
As Gray was disentangling the next item, he heard over the wall: "wait, Master, do I really -- hey! Whughpuf!"
And so, Gray thought, Matthew suffered the same thing. At least he was quiet after that, a bit of a surprise based on his previous propensity to talk. Maybe he objected to this less than being forced to swallow Sunny's pee.
Shortly after that, she proved she really was willing to do this: she actually pulled apart the two straps he was having trouble with, revealing that the next piece actually had two halves.
"Well aren't you a clever girl," he praised, getting the belt and open codpieces apart, "so I bet you know which hole goes where then."
Sure enough, she stepped into them like a pair of strange underwear, lining up both of the hole in the back with both of hers, and the front with nothing.
"Well, you know, maybe I should give you one nice thing," he replied, as he disentangled the rather large slick dildo from the straps. It was originally designed to make sitting on the floor less comfortable, but Gray decided to make it an improvement instead. "Stick this where it will do you good, instead of up your ass."
Her eyes seemed genuinely touched by the gesture for the moment the look lasted, before she eagerly -- though slowly -- slid it inside of her muff.
"See? Aren't I a good master?" he cooed, as he tied it around her waist.
She nodded. He smiled warmly -- but only for a moment before he tightened the dildo's straps a bit more, and got her to grunt through her nose.
"It's very important that we get a good lid on your box," he insisted as he jerked on the strap again -- even though it wouldn't tighten again. Instead, it just pulled around inside her, and got her to flinch and grunt louder.
"I think that should do it. We want to keep your pussy clean. You never know when someone might decide to take a shit on you."
That got her to tremble and change her breathing, as her eyes darted around the small stall. Gray paused to give her a moment, to see if she would do anything... but even in spite of that response, she did not run away or try to take off her equipment.
"Last chance," he whispered. "You made two promises to your master: to drink a lot of piss, and to bathe in shit. If you are getting too upset to keep your promises to your master, shake your head."
Sunny's look of terror waned, her eyes becoming much less intense. She looked at him levelly, providing him a clear answer.
"Then have a seat," he calmly instructed.
He got her to sit down on her butt -- dildo quite uncomfortable, as far as Gray could tell -- and then chained the back of her bridle to a ring on the wall, forcing her to look up at a 45 degree angle. Chaining her wrists near the wall -- she could learn back or forward, but not move them -- was the complete picture: resting awkwardly, but not too uncomfortably.
The only thing he needed now was a sign. Fortunately, when Gray went over to the sinks, he found Midnight had left a small piece of white cardboard with a string on it, and a permanent marker.
He held it up on the wall, and wrote the directions:
PISS IN THE MOUTH SHIT DOWN THE CHEST
Carrying it back to his pet, making sure to hide it from her, he hung it on a hook above her head. She tried momentarily to look up, but the way her muzzle was hooked to the tile wouldn't let her. With nothing but a flashed smile, Gray stepped back outside to find Midnight standing there.
"Okay, now what?" Gray asked, dick hard once again.
"Now, we invite the customers," purred the jag. "Just stand outside your stall, talk to them, you know, be an attendant -- and enforce the rules. There's going to be quite a line."
Gray nodded and waited. He was aroused enough at the mere thought of what his pet was about to go through that he had more than enough energy to handle talking to so many new faces.
Midnight stepped outside and called, "everybody, the facilities are open!"
Not even five seconds later, as he returned to the stall in front of Matthew, did the first six fursons step inside, and quickly form a line that trailed all the way to the entrance.
"Good afternoon," purred Midnight to the first, "need to take a shit?"
Gray looked at the male cheetah who was second in line. "Good afternoon," Gray said with a polite smile, "need to take a piss?"
"Yeah," teased the cheetah. "I've really got to go."
"Well, she's ready, go ahead," invited the dog.
The other male stepped behind Gray, and the dog couldn't resist looking over his shoulder.
The cheetah unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick still in its spotted sheath, and aimed. Sure enough, the stream started momentarily, landing in Sunny's mouth.
Sunny, much to Gray's pleasant surprise, only winced a bit. She just sat there, swallowing occasionally, and blushing.
"She?" asked a voice in front of Gray, pulling his attention now to a female lioness. Her demeanor reminded him of Orange, but her voice was entirely different.
"She," answered Gray affirmatively.
"Am I allowed to please her?" asked the lioness.
"No," stated Gray firmly, "but you don't have to worry about that. She can do it herself, if she's so inclined. She'd never admit it out loud, but she really does enjoy this."
The male cheetah stepped past him. "Much better," he slyly replied.
"It's free," offered Gray to his next customer.
She stepped past him into the stall.
Gray was ignoring the sounds behind him, but a sound from behind Midnight, a cough or gag or something, made him turn briefly to the jag. But Midnight just gave him a sideways glance and a brief eye roll: don't worry about it.
"I wish the other guy would hurry up," grumbled a rather uncomfortable-looking crow.
Gray leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Why? Do you need to poop?"
"Quite desperately," he answered back.
Midnight turned around. "Almost done?" he asked.
The response was an audible fart.
"Look," Gray answered quietly, "you can poop on her, just not in her. Does that matter to you?"
"Ugh, not at all, I just need to go."
"Then you can use mine when the current customer is done."
It wasn't too long, fortunately for the squirming crow. The moment the lioness brushed past Gray, he strode in. A moment later, Gray heard an amazingly disgusting splattering noise and a wet fart, suggesting that indeed he needed it.
Gray dared to turn around, just long enough to verify that he had squatted down in front of the mink. Sure enough, he was in a rather strange squatting position, ass held up quite a bit higher than Gray expected. Sunny's fur below her breasts was now a much different color. Since he wasn't breaking the rules, Gray turned back away. He didn't want to watch that.
"Oh great," he sighed to those remaining in line, looking mostly at the next customer, "I didn't think that would happen. Would you mind if I cleaned her off first?"
"Don't worry about me," reassured the male german shephard second in line, "I can ignore the smell."
Sunny, at least, started breathing heavier in the rhythm he recognized. He presumed she'd figured out how to move her butt to make the dildo have its effect. At least she was enjoying this, Gray thought. Well, that was his pet: able to enjoy anything if she could find something scary or humiliating about it -- even if he couldn't understand how sometimes.
Finally, the user of Matthew left, and the next customer took him. It took another minute or two for the crow to give up, before he left too.
The german shephard stepped in, and Gray just waited. He heard the shephard whispering to Sunny, but couldn't quite hear what he was saying. When he didn't hear a zipper, he turned around to see the dog was just talking to her with his hands in his pants.
Gray wasn't opposed to letting him do that, but there was a line. So, he turned around and asked, "pardon me, but would you be willing to share?"
The other dog seemed a bit surprised, but answered immediately: "sure, if anyone else is."
Gray turned around and announced, "anyone who has to poop, and is willing to share, cut in line."
There was a bit of looking around in line, and a brief pause to let everyone decide whether their bodies or their social mores would let them. But before too long, a white tiger stepped to the front of the line. And when she did, so did a male lion -- Dr. Lowry, in fact, whose white coat had been replaced with a black shirt.
Gray smiled and briefly bowed his head in acknowledgement, but wasn't sure how much public acclaim he wanted, so nothing else. The lion did the same thing back to him.
"You two may go in," Grey stated with a brief glance back at the dog, whose mind and hands were both fully elsewhere now."
"Now wait a minute," teased Midnight, "are you trying to up the ante?"
"Just trying to keep the line moving," answered Gray as the previous customer of Matthew stepped by. "Why is your side moving so slowly, anyway?"
"I'm sure they're a bit more... imaginative," replied Midnight.
Gray gave him a brief uncertain look.
"Well, when the sign says 'go anywhere you want', I'm sure it encourages creativity."
Gray was rather surprised at that. "Really? Is that what it says?"
"Yeah," purred the jag.
"Well then, you should definitely help relieve the pressure on these poor fursons here, and offer those who want to share the opportunity. That would only increase creativity, wouldn't it?"
"Unless they want to do the most terrible things, which only one can do at a time," Midnight suggestively purred.
As if on cue, Matthew made another sharp, guttural noise through his mask.
"Are you sure he's okay?" asked Gray.
"He'll be fine -- eventually," snidely replied the jag. "Remember what I said? He enjoys it at a different level. Your pet, on the other hand sounds like she's enjoying herself quite a bit."
Gray turned around briefly to see that Sunny was definitely "in the zone", by the look on her face. She was sliding around, trying to please herself with the dildo as the brown stain covering her was supplemented with a slowly-growing pile produced by her two users. Between them, the german shepherd was standing there, enjoying himself about as much as she was.
"Yeah," he sighed contentedly.
Gray didn't look too long, as he had no interest in looking at that much fecal matter, but it was still enough to get to him. Under all the excrement, his pet was having the time of her life, and he wished he could be more involved in that. But given what else he would have to put up with, and the fact that he had to manage a line, he knew couldn't do anything about it.
The german shephard's panting finally resulted in some grunts and groans, and then he left. One of the others in need of relief took his place, and she seemed in need of relief, as she pulled down her pants and squatted over her also.
"By the way," added Gray over his shoulder, "if any of you need to pee, might I suggest hosing her off a bit? She's getting pretty filthy."
"I do," volunteered the lioness.
"Let me poop first," requested the other female, who was a husky.
"Sure," she replied.
A full minute or two after that Gray heard a couple plops -- followed soon by spray and splatters. It was a noise that got to Gray enough that he finally turned around to see that, to his surprise, both of the females -- one a lioness, the other a husky -- were spraying her pretty good with their dense streams.
That got his eyes magnetically locked to the scene, watching their poses and faces as the liquid rushed out of them -- and, as Gray had hoped, broke up quite a bit of the softer solids on Sunny and brought them significantly closer to the drain.
One of them stopped after only ten seconds, but the stronger stream managed to last another four or five longer than that before both of the females were done. They sighed, and looked up at Gray, one with polite attention, the other with a seductive smile.
"Thank you," Gray said distantly, continuing to stare at the high-squatting figures before him. Once he looked down at his pet -- fully in another place entirely -- and saw that her body was stained instead of coated, he added, "that's quite a help."
Both females stepped out of the stall, the female husky giving him quite a look as she walked by. It was long and playful enough that he grabbed her shoulder once the lioness was out of the way.
She stopped and turned.
"If I might remind you, I own her," Gray whispered with a growl under his voice, more to his own sense of arousal than the other furson in front of him. "If we got together, I don't think you'd like what would happen."
"Maybe you're right," was all she whispered back as she left.
Once another male or two peed on Sunny, the line had only three fursons left. But even though the stall was empty, they stood. "Is there anything you need?" asked Gray.
"We're waiting for Matthew," replied the fox at the front.
"Oh, you know him?" asked Midnight.
"He was very, uh, good, for just a night long ago," answered the cheetah second in line. "And we heard he was here. What can we do to him?"
"Anything you want," answered Midnight, "if Gray and I get to watch."
Gray was a bit surprised at being included. "Well, um, would you mind if I got Sunny fixed up first?"
"Oh not at all. You guys can wait a couple minutes? Nothing too... pressing?"
The third one looked the most on edge, but the tiger simply replied, "good things come to those who wait."
"Okay then," answered Gray finally turning around -- and looking at the vision of his heavily stained pet that disgusted and aroused him at the same time. She looked glassy-eyed, but several of her muscles -- particularly neck and shoulders -- looked strained.
"Well well, I'm impressed," offered Gray as he stepped over to her. "You did a marvelous job -- and, I would guess, had a bit of fun, at least."
Gray unhooked her wrists, ankles, and finally neck from the hook on the wall. Sunny shifted around a bit, but didn't get up.
"Say Midnight, is there a bucket down here somewhere? I'd like to clean her up a bit better than this."
A mere minute later, the jag brought him a bucket of lukewarm water.
"Thank you," Gray offered. "Okay, my dear, point your head down and close your eyes."
She did so without hesitation.
Gray poured it slowly enough to dump it completely on her, but fast enough that the weight displaced some of the solids that were stickier and rinsed a significant amount of the stain from her fur. It was far from perfect, but at least you could tell what color it was supposed to be again.
"There you go, my dear," reassured Gray, "that's a bit better. Now let's see if I can get this muzzle off..."
It took him about a half minute, but he did. In spite of her free mouth, Sunny still did not speak. She seemed distant -- and quite a bit squirmier than before.
"Sunny, my dear, what's the matter?"
"I've really gotta pee again, master."
"How bad?" Gray asked coldly.
"Pretty bad... but, I guess, but I might be able to hold it..."
Gray smiled. "That's what I like to hear," he answered. "Now let's go. You can pee soon enough, okay?"
She nodded submissively and stood up.
***
Gray led her out by his invisible leash -- not touching her at all, since a rinse was not a wash. "Shall we?" he asked Midnight.
The jag purred wordlessly, and invited everyone into the significantly larger stall that took an entire corner of the small bathroom. Gray turned the corner to see Matthew in a similar position to what Sunny had been -- but looking much worse. While he was cleaner, what was on him seemed to be much more disgusting -- and didn't smell much like excrement, either.
"Oh Mattie, you just can't do anything right, can you?" snarled Midnight playfully. "I told you to keep it all down!"
Matthew weakly looked up at him, but the moment their eyes met, he turned away. He certainly didn't look like he felt well.
"Well, these three boys will teach you a lesson. Do you recognize them?"
Matthew slowly turned back and looked around, and upon seeing the three of them, gave what Gray thought would be a groan, were it not for his mouth tube.
Gray just stood in the corner, and pulled Sunny to him by her ears -- the only part of her that didn't seem dirty -- and suggestively moved her head toward his crotch.
As sharp as she was, she caught on quickly, and started undoing his pants.
"So, guys, what'll it be today? Mattie really needs to be punished."
"Well, we should probably start with Tyler over here. He's probably gotta pee worse than any of us."
The fox stepped up, and as if he was ignoring the fact that Matthew was a furson instead of a wall fixture, unzipped his pants, whipped out his dick, and grabbed the skunk's head to point the tube at his tip. Immediately, he started peeing -- and about half a second later, Matthew winced.
Gray watched him reluctantly gulping, each mouthful seeming to be just as bad as the last -- probably because of the taste. Gray guessed he would be used to his mouth being at body temperature, but it wasn't clear how much alcohol his previous users had drank.
"I wonder if you could drink that much," Gray whispered in Sunny's ear, as the skunk finished his fifth gulp.
Sunny had her mouth full, and didn't answer.
"Do you two need to pee?" asked Midnight.
"I do... but I can wait," said the cheetah.
"I don't, but I really need to take a shit. I'm next."
It took a good nine or ten good swallows, and almost a minute, before Tyler was done, and put his dick back into his pants. "He's all yours," Tyler offered.
The tiger walked up next to Tyler, who happily moved out of the way, and pulled out his own dick for a pee. But it wasn't really because he had to, according to his face; he just wanted to empty out the little bit he held, since it would likely try to escape during what happened next.
Once he was fully empty, he disconnected the short hose, leaving only an exposed mouth tube about three inches long.
"Why look so upset?" he snarked, "you've clearly eaten shit before." He let out a heavy wet fart, pushing the skunk's pink nose in front of his anus. "Sniff it!" he snapped, "'cause that's what you're gonna taste soon!"
The skunk coughed and groaned, but made no words -- or at least no words before the tiger slammed Matthew's head against the wall, making him straighten his back so that he could hunch down a bit. But the skunk wasn't going to get shorter, because he clearly too tense, propping himself up with his arms.
"Get your fucking head where I want it!" the tiger snarled, pulling back, and letting it bounce again into the wall, getting a cry out of Matthew through the tube.
Gray was brimming with anticipation at what would happen next; one of the deepest humiliations he could think of. It was also one of the few things Sunny made clear she would not even consider doing, so this was a rare treat indeed.
It took a bit of extra coaxing, but the tiger finally did get the skunk into the position he wanted, where he could gently sit on his face, and shift most of his weight onto the skunk's head -- or rather, the neck brace that kept his head near the wall.
"Now I'm only gonna tell you once," threatened the tiger. "Start licking."
Matthew, quite unhappy about it from the part of his face Gray could see, never the less obeyed, getting his tongue up through the tube. Gray couldn't see where it landed because of the angle, but he presumed it was on the anus.
The tiger just closed his eyes, breathed, and then held his breath as his tail shifted upward slowly, and finally raised, seemingly on its own. Only then, when he breathed out and back in again did Matthew grunt through his nose weakly, stop licking, and start chewing -- slowly and quite reluctantly.
Grey wished he had a better view of Matthew's face so that he could see the pain and humiliation, but the feelings he was experiencing were clear enough just by the motions of his jaws. Those emotions got Gray quickly starting to leak precum into Sunny's muzzle -- which she encouraged with continued gentle sucking.
The tiger stressed and relaxed, stressed and relaxed, finally getting Matthew to chew more -- and look pretty queasy, though Gray suspected he would have to swallow based on his awkward position. While there was little to see, Gray's empathy reached out, and filled in the gaps, bringing him quickly up to his plateau.
The tiger kept pushing, though with more hesitation, seemingly unsure of whether he was really done. After no movement for some time, the third male, a cheetah, chimed in "c'mon, you done yet?"
"Almost, give me a second," he growled.
He flexed his tail a couple more times, but that didn't seem to work. It took a really hard push -- hard enough to make him grit his teeth -- and then relaxing before Matthew started chewing again. But the log didn't seem to be over, because he swallowed with his jaws open and kept chewing, as the tiger looked tense.
And fortunately,, not too many seconds later, and a couple flexes of the tiger's tail, he demanded, "okay, I'm done... now lick me clean again."
The skunk started licking -- and Gray's imagination of that tongue on his own tailhole when combined with the real mink tongue on his dick finally pushed him over the edge, and he came.
The dog closed his eyes, and covered his groan with his mouth to avoid becoming the center of attention, as he let it wash over him. He dimly felt Sunny gingerly cleaning him up and swallowing his cum, as every vein in his body seemed to throb momentarily... before it all faded away, leaving him in the after-glow.
As Gray caught his breath, and reopened his eyes, he just watched the tongue of Matthew do its work. When the tiger stood back up, there were a couple of grasps of it into thin air, allowing Gray to see that it was no longer pink.
But that did not mean Matthew got a reprieve. The moment the tiger was out of the way -- even before he could get his pants back in order -- the cheetah unbuckled his belt, stuck out his dick, and stepped up. With a groan, the yellow liquid sprang forth from his furred sheath, hitting Matthew in the nose briefly before he adjusted it to hit the skunk's mouth.
Somehow, it still got Matthew to snort and wince again. "That's the only rinse you'll get," snarled Midnight, "you'd better enjoy it."
Matthew, obviously, didn't. But the cheetah continued what his body compelled him to do none the less, making Matthew swallow gulp after gulp.
Matthew didn't seem to be actively resisting anymore; whether it was acceptance of his fate or whether it was cleaning an even worse taste out of his mouth, Gray couldn't be sure. All he knew was that the look of crushed resignation on the skunk's face as he swallowed more and more urine made Gray's dick twitch, wishing it could be hard again.
Once the cheetah was done, with a squirt, a drip, and a couple of shakes, he stepped back, leaving Matthew dazed and lethargically gazing at the ceiling. Midnight gave his thanks to the three "users", after which they and the small group of observers left the stall.
"Need any help with him?" offered Gray politely as Midnight started unhooking Matthew from the wall.
"He should help himself," snarled Midnight, shooting a gaze at the skunk. "When he gets up, then we can clean him up."
"Speaking of, where is the soap around here? I could only give Sunny a rinse, but that simply will not do."
"I'll get some Shampoo. You and Sunny just stay there -- and make sure Matthew doesn't do anything to damage property."
Gray nodded, and looked over at the defeated Matthew, whose body seemed to have gone limp. He looked so pathetic -- and just like for Sunny, some part of Gray liked this look.
That part was the thing that was called when Sunny took this moment to pipe up: "Master," she begged, "I really have to pee after drinking all that."
Grey was tempted to make Matthew suffer yet again... but the discomfort in his pet's voice was a stronger signal than that to his other desires. "Soon, my dear. Let's get you cleaned up first."
"As you wish, master," she answered with more resignation than anything.
Gray kept staring at Matthew as Midnight returned with a small bottle of shampoo. "I hope this will do," he offered.
"I think so," Gray answered, "c'mon, my dear, let's get you cleaned up."
***
Once Midnight had gotten Gray some Shampoo, and bid his farewell -- Matthew following soon after, still dirty -- Sunny did indeed clean up rather nicely. Once the smell was gone, Gray found it much easier to give her a hug -- a hug which was part affection, and part just enjoying the feeling of her wet and clean fur.
"There now," Gray encouraged, "feel better?"
"Cleaner, master," she groaned, "but I still really have to pee!"
"I'm tempted to make you practice holding it... or do you think you've gotten enough practice for today?"
"I... I think so," she answered with a sigh -- a sigh of resignation, suggesting her enjoyment of this was wearing thin.
"Alright. In that case, just do it here and we'll be done with it."
Gray watched her squat over the drain where the water was running down. She didn't blush, but she did at least give her little squirms of discomfort as she was getting set up, which gave his brain some signal, however small, to get mildly excited about.
And when her liquid started spraying out with a quiet hiss, he watched in his usual micromanaging demeanor, hoping to perhaps get a blush out of her yet. Unfortunately, he didn't, just a sigh; and she took a good half minute to empty out, so she wasn't kidding when she said she needed to go.
When it was all done, Gray was starting to feel as worn out as she looked. "Let's go home," he suggested.
"Good idea, master," she sighed.
"Perhaps you can't get aroused by it," he added, as the two of them stepped down the hall and up the stairs, "but I'm really looking forward to a good book."
She smiled at him "Me too, master."
Since Midnight was gone, Gray just walked by Orange behind the bar and waved -- and let Sunny's former mistress get a good look by pausing for a moment. She smiled, and at the very least, seemed to approve.
Perhaps, Gray thought, he could make this new pet work after all.
The End.