DIY Shower
Written by Xijque

   "You sure you're okay with this?"

   "I-," there was a pause, "You want to, right?"  The arctic fox looked
up at his mate.

   "Yeah, silly, of course I do."  The wolf chuckled.  "I wouldn't have
asked you if I didn't."  He reached down and rubbed under the other
male's chin.  The fox just tilted his head back and moaned quietly. 
"Don't avoid the question, love.  I don't want to do this if you're not
comfortable with it."

   The fox sighed.  "I don't know."  He turned his head away from the
lupine's paw.  "It's just a little weird."

   The charcoal-furred canine glanced around the room.  Both he and his
mate were naked in the bathtub and the fox was kneeling in front of him
with his muzzle less that a foot from the lupine's groin.  Although
finding the two lovers in a position such as this would not be abnormal
on any day, it was the conditions under how they came to be in it and
what the planned to do that were atypical.    

   The wolf sat down on the edge of the tub and sighed.  "Yeah, I suppose
it is.  I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.  You have to tell me if
you don't want to do this.  I'm not a mind reader, you know."

   The fox laughed, trying to ease some of his nervousness.  "I'm aware."
 He then turned and put his back against the wall of the bathtub and
leaned his head against his mate's leg.  "I don't know how to describe
it.  It's just so..." the fox struggled for words.  The wolf just started
to fiddle with the vulpine's ears, causing him to flick them, in an effort
to get them away. "...strange."  The fox jerked his head away from the
wolf's paws.  "Would you stop that?!"

   "Sorry.  I couldn't resist."

   "Yeah, sure."  The glared at the wolf before putting his head back. 
The wolf only waited a few seconds before resuming messing with the
smaller canine's white ears.  "How about this: we'll give it a try.  If I
decide that I don't like it, we'll stop - how's that?"  The fox turned his
head and looked up at the wolf expectantly.

   The wolf grinned back down.  "I've been wanting to do this for a
while, now.  I'll take what I can get."

   The fox smirked as they moved back to their original positions.  "You
mean give."  The fox nuzzled the inside of the wolf's thigh.  "Unless
you'd like to switch positions..."

   "Uh... maybe some other time."  He didn't want to dismiss the
possibility outright, but he always liked being the one on top.  "You
ready?"  He asked again, hopefully for the last time.

   The white-furred canine leaned back and took a deep breath.  "Yeah, I
am.  Just, uh, aim a little lower, please."  He said, motioning at the
pink tip poking out of the wolf sheath, which was currently had pointed
at the fox's muzzle.

   "Heh... yeah, of course."  He moved the paw holding his sheath down.

   "I appreciate it."  The fox closed his eyes, thinking that if his
heart beat any faster, it might break his ribs.  He shouldn't be this
nervous, especially around his mate.  "Whenever you're ready, hun." 
After waiting a few moments, the fox opened his eyes and looked up at his
mate .  "Are you just being dramatic?  I'm not sure how long much nerve is
gonna hold..."

   "I... uh... oh, wow, this is kinda embarrassing, but I don't think I
can."

   "Just relax, love, you've been doing this you're entire live." the fox
said.  It definitely was ironic that he was the one trying to be
reassuring.  "Really, just relax.  You can-"

   "No I can't.  I'm trying, but it's like it just won't come out."  From
the wolf's perspective, that was exactly what was happening.  A few times,
he thought it was going to happen, only to find his muscles contracting on
their own.  "I'm sorry."

   He started to move, as if to sit down again.  The fox grabbed his ass.
 "Oh, no, you're not done trying.  There is no way that you're going to
get me this worked up without some sort of results."

   "Maybe we can just have sex.  You be on top.  Is that enough of a
result?"

   "No, no it's not.  As much as I'd love to take the opportunity to fuck
you, I'm going to have to pass, this time.  Now give it another go.  For
me."

   The wolf took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.  "Only if you'll stop
with those puns."

   "It's a deal."  Feeling that the wolf would keep his word, the fox let
go.  As expected, the larger canine moved back to the center of the
bathtub and slowly guided the fox back into place in front of himself. 
The fox moved according to his mate's direction without question, as he
normally would.  For the small, snow-colored vulpine, an outburst like
that was rare.  It just wasn't in his nature to be dominant.  That's
probably why the wolf didn't try to argue after the fox didn't give in.

   "Well, here goes."  Once again, the wolf relaxed.  This time, however,
he imagined that he was standing in front of a real urinal, not his mate. 
The wolf laughed at his mental comparison.

   "What so funny?"

   The wolf opened his muzzle to assure his mate that it was nothing
important when he felt a familiar warmth traveling through his groin. 
"Just this."

   The fox's breath caught as the yellow stream hit his chest.  "Oh, wow,
it's so hot."

   The wolf watched the scene with a predatory grin, with one of his
fangs poking through his lip.  "I'll say."

   The fox continued to breath in pants while the wolf directed the
stream of urine across the fox's entire chest, coating him with the heady
scent of wolf.  The fox reached up and ran his paws through his now soaked
fur, battling the lewd splashing sounds of the stream with those of his
moaning.

   "Enjoying yourself, foxy?"

   The fox reached up and grabbed the wolf's sheath, cutting off the flow
of piss.  The lupine squirmed at the stinging feeling this caused.  "Yeah,
I am.  More than I thought I would, actually."  The fox shivered, suddenly
cold.  He breathed deeply through his nose.  "I like your scent."

   "Yeah, well, I like you wearing it.  You do realize that it's not
going to wear off for a few days, right?"

   "That's it?  I was hoping for more.  Especially if I'm going to smell
like this."  He took another deep breath to accentuate his point.  His
mind was nearly numb with the fragrance.  "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

   "Because I was to afraid to ask.  It took all I had and a few drinks
to even mention that I might want to do something like this."

   "We've been mated for years... you have nothing to be embarrassed
about with me."

   "I know that.  It's still just-"

   "You're still afraid that I'm going to reject you, aren't you?"  The
wolf looked down at his mate and gave a slight nod.

   "That's never going to happen.  You're stuck with me, love.  Do you
really think that I could possibly belong to someone else after being
marked like this?"

   "No, babe, you and your yellow fur are all mine, now, in the most
feral way."  A throaty growl finalized the statement.

   "But my fur's not-" the once snow-colored fox looked down at himself.
"...never mind."  He ran his paw through his dripping fur.  Somehow, it
felt almost gritty, even though he knew it was just liquid.

   The wolf squirmed again, the urgent need to finish relieving himself
pressing into his mind.  "Are you gonna let me finish?  It's starting to
get uncomfortable."

   The fox stopped rubbing himself and looked at the dark-gray mass of
fur and flesh in his paw.  He'd almost forgot that the fun wasn't done. 
"Of course... I just... I want to try something.  Give me a sec."  If
he'd come this far, he might as well go all the way.

   "I'm don't want to rush you, or anything, but please hurry up.  It's
starting to hurt." the wolf whined.

   "Okay, here goes nothing."  The fox moved closer to the wolf's loins. 
He then opened his muzzle and pointed the wolf's wet tip inside.

   The wolf was shocked.  "You're not gonna-" but his words were cut of
by the sudden release of pressure on his bladder.  Out of a combination
of reflex and instinct, he cut the flow of piss, allowing only a short
burst of urine to squirt into the fox's muzzle.  To be sure that there
would be no surprises, the fox pinched the fleshy tube closed again. 
"You could've warn me... I thought you said that there was 'absolutely no
chance you'll drink what I already drank.'"

   The fox just closed his mouth, and pushed the liquid around the inside
of his muzzle with his tongue.  The wolf stared down, amazed that his mate
would go that far without any prompting.  Even after all those years, they
were still learning about each other.  Slowly, the fox tilted his head
back a audibly gulped the substance down his throat.

   "Well?  You okay?"

   The vulpine responded by gasping for air.  Being so caught up in the
moment, he hadn't realized that he'd been holding his breath.  "I'm fine.
 Better than fine.  I dunno."

   The wolf hesitated, not sure how to continue.  "How'd it taste?"  That
must've sounded  stupid.

   "Not bad, I guess.  Kind of tangy... or nutty... it's hard to
describe.  It's not bad, though, definitely not bad."  The fox grinned up
at the larger canine.  "You'll just have to try it for yourself."

   The wolf stuttered.  "I, uh, maybe some other time."

   The vulpine rolled his eyes.  "That must be wolf for 'never going to
happen.'  You say that way to often."  This time, the lupine rolled his
eyes.  "Whatever.  How much you got left, anyway?  It can't be much, at
this point."

   The wolf pressed against his abdomen and cringed slightly.  "You'd be
surprised.  I've been saving up for this for a few days."

   "Days?  Then why'd you have so much trouble getting it out before? 
I'm surprised you didn't just explode."

   "Yeah, well, speaking of that, I'd like to finish.  It's not nice to
tease, you know."

   "Right."  Before continuing, submissive canine addressed a growing
problem.  "You sure you're going to be able to finish?  You're getting
hard."

   The wolf humped once into the fox's paw and noted how his sheath
didn't just squish in as it normally would have.  "Heh... I suppose I am.
 It shouldn't be a problem, though."  He then glanced past his own crotch
at the fox's own sheath, only to find it stretched over the fox's cock,
strangely defining the shape.  "You're not just getting hard, by the way.
 I guess really are enjoying yourself."

   "Huh?"  The wolf motioned for him to look down.  "Oh!  I didn't even
notice.  How strange."  To remedy his neglectfulness, he reached his free
paw down and pulled his sheath back, locking it behind his knot.  Lazily,
he ran his soft pads along his length, moaning at the pleasure this
created.

   The distraction of jerking himself off caused him to loose focus on
keeping the wolf from pissing on him.  Taking advantage of the fox's
lapse, he relaxed himself and let his fluid surge onto the top of the
fox's muzzle.  Luckily for the vulpine, his his eyes were closed, but the
sudden shock caused him to flick his head back, allowing the liquid to jet
into his open muzzle.  He sputtered for a moment before swallowing,
feeling some of the urine trickle down his back.  Regardless of the shock
the devious wolf may have caused, he didn't miss a beat in his rhythmic
stroking.  Once again, he pinched off the flow.  Slowly, almost
regretfully, he closed his maw, allowing his mate's piss to flow out the
sides.  He took one last gulp before wiping off his eyes and glaring up
at the other canine.

   "That was mean."

   "Yeah, I can see that you really hated it."

   The yellowed canine glowered.  "We both know that's not true.  You
still got more?"

   "Plenty."

   "Do you think we can try one more thing?  I promise you'll like it."

   "Sure.  What do you have in mind?"

   "I was thinking you could, maybe, let it out inside of me."  The wolf
gave the fox a confused look.  He thought that's what they'd just been
doing.  "But not into my muzzle."

   His eyes went wide when he realized what his mate was suggesting. 
Rather than verbally giving an answer, the wolf bent down and pulled the
fox to his feet, freeing the hold on his sheath.  Even though he had
already clamped off the flow of piss internally, a small amount still
managed to squirt out, landing on his mate's stomach.  The fox, in turn,
rubbed it in with the rest.

   "I'm completely soaked.  You're going to have to get a little wet to
do this."

   "I realize that, love."  He proved it by turning the dripping canine
around and pulling the him against his body, nuzzling his neck.  He then
proceeded to hump against him, using the fox's ass cheek to finish
getting him hard.  The vulpine, of course, didn't mind this in the
slightest, and actually began to push back against the lupine.  He felt
the hard, slick appendage against his ass all to soon, however, and the
wolf pulled away, in order to oblige the fox's original request.  "I
think I left some lube in the drawer under the sink.  Do you think we
need it, or do you think my, uh," he stuttered, "do you think we need
it?"

   "Nah, I'm sure I'll be fine.  Just don't be shy about letting it
flow."

   "I- sure, you got it."

   Without being told, the fox leaned forward and lifted his wet tail as
high as he could get it, giving the larger, darker-furred canine full
access to his most private area.  The wolf, in response, slid his
endowment up along the fox's crack, eliciting moans from both of them. 
The fox looked back over his shoulder and pleaded with the wolf.  "Please
don't tease me.  I don't know how much of that I can take."

   "Don't worry, babe, I don't intend to."  It what seemed to be becoming
a habit, the wolf relaxed, once again allowing what would ordinarily be
regarded as a foul substance flow onto his mate.  The fox gasped and
moaned at the feeling of the warm secretion running over the more
sensitive flesh of his tailhole and down his legs.

   "Oh, please, you said you wouldn't tease me.  Just put in me,
already."  The eager fox waited a few seconds for a few more seconds
before letting out a whine.  The wolf loved to torture his mate like
this.  "Fine, then, I'll just do it myself."  True to his word, the fox
quickly pushed back against the still pissing wolf, impaling himself on
the large, meaty appendage.

   For the fox, the first few inches had not been a problem since the
first time the two mated.  This time, however, circumstances were
different.  The fox cooed softly, "I can feel it inside of me.  I can
feel you pissing inside of me.  Go deeper, please."

   The lupine reached an arm around the fox's midsection. "Only because
you sound so cute right now."  Without moving his own body, the wolf
pulled the fox closer, easily his dick sliding into the fox's tight hole.
 The wolf continued to gently pull them together, being careful to
progress slowly enough to allow him to continue to fill the smaller
canine without stiffening from the pleasure.  

   The fox huffed, "I've never felt anything like this.  It's so, oh,
it's so good."

   The wolf stopped when his knot started to stretch the fox's hole
further.  "There you go, that's as far as I can go without tying."

   "Then fuck me.  Just keep going."

   "Not yet.  I'm almost empty."

   "I hope so; I'm almost full."

   "Heh... I haven't heard you say that in a long time – not since the
first time we tied."

   "That's a different kind of full.  This is... it's just different."

   The wolf sighed, finally feeling an emptiness in his abdomen.  "There,
that's all I have for you."

   "We're not done yet, though.  I want that knot in me before we leave
the shower."

   "You really think that's a wise idea?  It'll be difficult to get
cleaned up and get to bed if we're literally joined at the hips."

   "I don't care.  Just fuck me.  Hard."

   "You asked for it."  Quickly, without warning, the wolf leaned forward
and pulled the fox's arms off the wall, removing his main means of
support.  Just before the fox lost his balance, the wolf leaned back,
pulling the fox with him.  While the canine was still disoriented, he
wrapped on paw around his chest, pinning his arms, and reached the other
between his legs, gripping just behind his balls.  "Just remember that
you asked for it."  With that, the strong canine hoisted the fox off the
ground, removing most of his dick only to slam the fox back down to the
point where his knot was about to push through the fox's ring.  The fox
screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure.

   "Shhh... try to keep the loud yells to a minimum."

   "But, but you..." the fox attempted to stammer an excuse.  However,
the wolf was no longer in the mood for conversation, and did the same
thing again.

   "I told you to be quiet."

   "B-" Again, the fox was lifted into the air, only to be quickly
speared back onto the wolf's shaft.

   "If you keep trying to use that muzzle of yours, I'm going to have to
give you something to use it on."  If the wolf hadn't already started to
penetrate the fox, this may have been an appealing prospect, but he know
the vulpine would never risk ending what they had already started.   The
fox kept his lips sealed.  "Good foxy."

   Knowing that he had his mate's full cooperation, he leaned forward,
attempting get into a better position without falling over.  When he
finally achieved his goal, he began to hump into the fox in quick, short
bursts, nearly pulling all the way out before pushing back to his knot. 
Up until that point, the liquid the wolf placed in the fox had been
contained by the rapid contractions of the fox's rectum.  Now that the
smaller canine was prepared for the barrage on his body, he attempted to
relax.  This, however, allowed the piss to seep out of his ass, and
trickle down the wolf leg.

   Given any other circumstances, the wolf would likely have stopped and
wiped himself clean.  However, since he couldn't even touch his fox
without getting wet again, he accepted it.  "You're... making a... mess
of... me, foxy."  The wolf breathed out, between moans and huffs.

   The fox opened his mouth to voice that the wolf had been warned, but
remembered the lupine's threat and closed it again.  The wolf smirked at
this.

   "No snarky comment?  You must really want this."  The fox nodded in an
animated fashion.  "Then moan for me.  That won't count against you."  The
fox responded by opening his muzzle enough to let his cries of pleasure be
audible.  "That's much better.  Show me how much you love it when I fuck
you."

   The fox did as he was ordered to the best of his ability, even though
he was being held in place.  From his position, the best he could do was
push back an inch or two and clench down one his body's intruder. This
change cause the pressure in the fox's bowels to be squirted out onto the
wolf's furred, swinging scrotum.

   The wolf brought his muzzle right up to the fox's ear and panted. 
"Yeah, just like that."  A sudden burst of pleasure caused the wolf to
stop, his dick hitting home against the fox's sensitive prostate.  Both
of the canines moaned in unison as the wolf pulled his love close to his
own body.

   "Damn, fox, I almost came."  The two just sat there for a moment. 
"How close are you?"  The fox didn't respond, leaving his head lolled to
one side with his tongue hanging out.  "Love?  You can talk again."  The
fox just tilted his head back and rubbed the side of his muzzle against
the thicker fur below the wolf's ear, breathing in the familiar scent
there.  In response, wolf released the fox's arms and ran his now free
paw along the fox's exposed neck.  The level of trust the fox had for him
was one of the most important things he'd ever been given.

   Still, the fox said nothing.  "It doesn't matter to you, does it?  You
don't care how close you were."  The vulpine motioned that the wolf was
correct.  Ultimately, this is the way it had always was for the two
canines.  The fox derived most of his own pleasure from the wolf's.  This
was just how it was, how they both wanted it.

   Finally, the fox looked back toward the ground.  Rather then moving
his paw off the vulpine, he slid it down, running it through the
discolored fox's wet chest fur.

   "Huh.  Well, I guess that's your answer."  The smaller canine pointed
at the wall in front of him.  "I made a real mess."

   The wolf tilted his head to the side, so that he could see around the
fox's head.  The once dry tiles on the wall were now dripping with the
fox's slick, clear precum.  Small amounts had even made it to the floor,
where it joined the yellow fluid already there.  "Wow, you really did. 
If there was anywhere to make a mess, though, it would be here."  The
lupine thought for a moment.  "This isn't normal, is it?  Am I loosing my
mind?"

   "No, I don't normally make this much pre; I must be especially aroused
today.  Heh, I wonder why."

   The wolf gently pressed his paw into the fox's chest, producing a wet,
squishing sound.  "I don't."

   Once again, the dominant lupine lost interest in the conversation and
resume thrusting into the vulpine, albeit more gently.  Rather than
utilizing the full six inches in front of his knot, the canine contented
himself with sliding only a few of them in and out of the fox's now
overly-slick tailhole.  The piss that was once held inside the vulpine
had mostly trickled out, darkening the fur of the wolf until it was
nearly black.

   Since they met, the fox had had his own ideas about what constituted a
successful sexual encounter with his mate.  Namely, if the wolf got to
finish, they were done.  If the wolf didn't make sure that his fox was
brought to orgasm, he may never get to finish.  The worst part was that,
sometimes, the wolf wouldn't find out until the next time that he had
neglected his mate.  Although the fox assured him that it wasn't
important, and that making the wolf cum was more than enough, the wolf
wasn't willing to deny the guy he loved his orgasm – especially after the
what they'd just done.  Besides, the wolf loved to make the fox squirm
almost as much as he loved getting off himself.

   With this in mind, the wolf reached around the fox with the paw that
wasn't on his chest and grasped the fox's cock.  Surprised by this, the
vulpine moaned cutely and thrusted into the wolf's paw.  Taking this as a
sign that his action was accepted, he began pawing his mate at the same
rate that he was humping into him.

   Slowly, the wolf's thrusts became longer and more frantic.  He leaned
his head forward and whispered into the fox's ear, "I'm close, babe."

   "I-ah-" the fox stopped for a moment, before uttering, weakly, "me
too."

   Realizing that he didn't have much time, he grabbed the fox tightly
around the chest and leaned back, hoisting him into the air.  The fox
struggled for a moment when his feet left the ground and the upward
momentum lifted him off the wolf's endowment.  He whined at a combination
of the rapid evacuation and the sudden disappearance of the floor before
realizing what the wolf was planning.  He relaxed himself just before the
force of gravity took over, causing him to fall back onto the wolfhood.

   As soon as the fox left the ground, the wolf made sure to crouch down
slightly.  Once the fox began to fall again, he practically jumped up to
meet him, jamming his cock into the fox's small tailhole as fast as he
could.  Since the fox had been loosened up already, the shaft slid in up
to the knot with ease.  Out of reflex, the fox clenched his ring tightly
against the rod, causing a moment of hesitation before his own weight
forced the bulbous mass through.

   The fox let out a loud yelp from the pain being knotted caused.  Even
though he'd taken the wolf's knot on an uncountable number of occasions,
he'd never been penetrated so quickly before.  The sudden surge of
negative sensation, however, caused a strange sort of pleasure for the
fox.  Even though it really hurt, the feeling was enough to throw – no,
launch – him over the edge.  His first shot of cum landed somewhere
behind the two.

   When the fox hit orgasm, his sphincter clenched down harshly against
the base of the wolf's knot.  This, not surprisingly, caused the wolf to
suddenly rush to the same state the fox was in, quick jets of thick semen
rapidly shooting deeply into the fox's bowels.  The wolf's grip on the
fox's chest tightened almost to the point where it caused the fox actual
pain.  Luckily, however, the fox's mind was on other things at the
moment.

   The wolf grunted, burying his muzzle into the crook of the fox's neck
before having the presence of mind to grab his mate's dick again.  He
slid his paw down the pulsating shaft, directing the long, white ropes of
cum spewing out of the tip onto their muzzles.  A few managed to land
inside the fox's open maw, but he barely noticed.  This was easily the
most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced – nothing could compare to
this.  He, too, voiced his thanks to his mate in the form on grunts, as
his blood rushed to the surface of his skin, creating a sort of hot-cold
sensation.  His hearing became 

   The fox let loose another yelp as the wolf locked his fingers around
the fox's knot, simulating a tie.  If it was even possible, this caused
the vulpine's pleasure level to max out again, almost as if he hadn't cum
at all yet.  The mess across his front sharply contrasted this
possibility, however.

   The wolf, too, had was in complete bliss.  The rapid tightening of the
fox's body was literally milking him for all he had.  The lupine stumbled
around, starting to loose his balance, before flopping onto the edge of
the bathtub to ride out the rest of his orgasm.

   All too soon, however, it came to an end.  Gradually, the thick jizz
squirting out of the fox's tip changed to a thinner, clear fluid, much
like the precum that came out before.  It was likely that a similar
change was occurring deep inside the fox's ass.  The two just sat there,
panting, acutely aware of dripping fluids.

   The wolf was the first to speak, his voice groggy, as if he just woke
up.  "That was..." he hesitated, trying to pull himself together.  "That
was amazing."

   The fox opened his muzzle in an effort to reply, but his attempt at
words turned into a gasp as the wolf shifted slightly.  The wolf was over
nine inches inside of him, after all, and the slightest movement caused
the fox to writhe in that same sort of pain-pleasure he felt when they
tied.  "I-it was the best.  Ever."

   The wolf nuzzled against his mate's neck.  Rubbing in some of the cum
that landed on his muzzle.  "You don't have to tell me that, love.  I can
see how much you enjoyed it all over you – literally."  He ran his paw
through the slimy mess on the fox's chest.  "You really made a mess or
yourself."

   The fox turned his head, slightly embarrassed.  "I know.  I couldn't
help it.  I think that might've been the best sex we've ever had."

   "Even after I marked you?"  The wolf started to lick his paw clean,
waiting for a response.  He has afraid of what the answer may be; he
really enjoyed that, but wasn't sure if his fox was just placating his
desires.

   "Because you marked me, hun.  We have to do that again.  Really, we
do."  He pulled the wolf's paw down, and finished licking it clean.  "I
taste good."

   "I agree."  He ran his paw up the vulpine's front, scooping as much of
the goop as he could.  He brought his paw above them and let the cum drip
down, the strands dangling above their heads.  After a few moments, the
stands broke and fell into the fox's waiting maw.  Finding that he wanted
to keep some for himself, the wolf brought his paw down to his muzzle and
licked remaining strands of seed off.  The vulpine, noticing that the paw
was within his reach, twisted his head back and began helping his mate
clean himself.

   Once there wasn't a trace of cum left on his paw, the wolf sighed and
stood up, taking the fox with him.  The speared fox's paws dangled above
the ground as the two canines moaned at the sensations caused by shifting
the wolf's dick.  After recovering, he pulled the shower curtain closed
and turned on the water.  "Alright, foxy, it's time you take a less
colorful shower."