Another House Party Marking

[embruh 164]

It’s been nearly 4 years since the story “House Party Marking” by Fox_LovesToMark was posted here.
(https://peefans.com/topic/17491-house-party-marking/, a good read)
I have a character fairly similar to Rin. Being a fox (but male) that enjoys marking and the ability to change appearance. I always love the house party scenarios here, so why not contribute to another :3

Zhori, a mischievous fox. Gatecrashes a party to find his friend, though his aversion to bathrooms may have severe consequences as the party progresses.

Includes both intentional and unintentional naughty indoor peeing from both cock and pussy havers. Also some light littering.

—--

‘This must be the place. Thank god ‘cause I need a piss.’

Zhori overlooked a large house in a posh suburban neighbourhood. Its lush colours barely visible in the darkening, twilight sky. Music roared from inside, its bass vibrating the fox’s chest as it’s evident a large party is taking place inside. Only one issue; Zhori wasn’t invited. Only his friend received an invitation, but he assured her he’ll still find a way to attend. So he had to find an alternate route.

Tapping his paw on the ground in subtle desperation, there was hopping the hedge. But the perimeter seemed well secured, likely to deter burglars. Though it’s tempting to duck near them for a slash, but he can hold on for a little bit longer. The front of the house saw a steady flow of guests entering, many being dropped off or parking nearby to reach the party. This would be his best bet. With the ability to manipulate how others perceive his physical appearance, he can temporarily appear as one of the invited guests.

Zhori approaches the front entrance, blending in with a couple other guests making their way inside. The host or whoever had been guarding the door is gone anyway, meaning anyone could waltz into the party. A tad anticlimactic, not that the fox minded.

Once inside, the illusion wore off, prompting him to rely on his clothing to hide his appearance, doubting anyone but the host would care either way. Magic tricks are thirsty work though… Best he grabs a quick drink and orientates himself to the state of the party before using the bathroom.

The ground floor is crowded with guests drinking, partying and conversing with one another. Reaching the living room, it’s equally as packed, barely able to hear yourself think over the activity and large speakers blaring dance music.
There are tables topped to the brim with containers of alcohol. Of course there are the typical plates of food and stacks of disposable styrofoam crockery. Taking a cup, he fills it with some cider. He can find his friend in this sea of decadence later, for now, he has to deal with his aching abdomen.

With no knowledge of where the restroom is, perhaps there’s a more convenient spot to use. There’s way too many people here as is, the current bathroom would have a huge queue anyway. It’s not like the host even invited him, so why should he care?

Sipping on his drink, Zhori slipped away from the living room to find a quiet corridor towards the kitchen. Mere metres away from the bustling party, a door presented itself. A little look inside reveals what looks like a basement, reachable by a couple steps down to the floor. 

Pressing the light switch, the lightbulb hesitated, flickering before illuminating the room. A swathe of containers and other junk furnished the floor.

Without a second thought, Zhori disappeared inside, neglecting to fully close the door behind him. The music outside muffles as he immediately finds a corner flanked by multiple stacked cardboard boxes. This’d do. It wouldn’t have mattered where he pissed, there are objects and boxes everywhere. Something is bound to get soaked either way.

The fox tugs the front of his tracksuit bottoms to expose his uncut cock, retracting his foreskin to point it towards the cardboard as he blasts the thick absorbent paper with urine. Immediately its potent scent replaces the dank, dusty smell before it. With steam emanating from the fox’s stream, mixing with the cold basement air.

"Ahhh~"

Droplets spill down the cardboard, mimicking a waterfall. Inundating the exterior of the box already as the fox aims his cock over the corner to paint the other boxes like a canvas. He exhales another soft sigh, appreciative of the urinal he found. Especially useful for how close it is to the living room.

Behind him, the music intensifies throughout the basement as someone opens the door. A woman blushes at the sight of Zhori, but she didn’t sound judgemental. The fox never altered his demeanour either, still shamelessly hosing the corner. There's only one reason for someone to come here, and his suspicions were correct; she seemed especially desperate, bouncing on the spot as she spoke.

“O-oh! I thought this was another bathroom…”

“Look how messy it is, they won’t notice another stain.”

With some hesitation, the woman decided to join Zhori in the basement, struggling with the choice of where to pee. She seemed remorseful but desperately wanted to take care of her need, lest risk wetting her pristine skirt. There are an abundance of spots to choose, she rushes towards a sturdy plastic box, positioning her bum over the edge of it, acting as if it's a toilet seat. Moments later she unleashes a torrent of pee onto the old documents below it, combining with the loud hissing from the fox nearby. 

“Woww I needed that! I’ll have to remember where this room is later.”

Ultimately she prioritised her own comfort over the contents of what she’s ruining…

After the unexpected arrival, the mischievous fox swerves his pee inside a hole, acting as a handle for the cardboard, using it to direct his stream to whatever is stored in the box. By its loud, ringing sound, it must be a metallic appliance. This gave Zhori the random thought of a new guessing game, guessing what object was inside a box by pissing inside it…

As his stream weakens, it reduces to a dribble onto the floor. Many rivulets descended the sloped floor of the basement, towards a drain he hadn’t noticed until now. At least there’s some plumbing? After a brief shake of his cock, he sheathes it back into his trousers. He also takes the last sip from his cup before dropping it near his mess. 

He passes by the other occupant in the basement, the box underneath her glistening with fresh urine as she wiped herself with a pocket tissue, carelessly discarding it into the box like a bin. The fox rejoins the corridor, being greeted by a group of two men and two women.

“Excuse me mate, are there toilets down there?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Cheers!”

The group rush inside the basement, the woman who peed into the container had left, but her and the fox’s wet spots are a prominent sight to them. There weren't toilets, but they could sure improvise. Together they deliberate, one of the men say: 

“Look at this place, we’re not the first. Adding some more won’t hurt.” 

The group murmurs in agreement.

“Yeah! Plus I’m not waiting another 10 minutes for the toilet.”

They weren’t going to let a silly organ get in the way of their partying, it'd be better for them all to empty their bladders while they can.

One of the girls darts behind an old lamp. Using it as cover so she could power wash the dusty floor, hidden in case anyone stumbles in. The other female immediately uses the soaked container nearby, emptying her bladder into it as the existing pool of pee below slowly rises, a tissue prepared in her hand. The two lads walk towards a wall of cardboard boxes. Chatting to each other as they whip their uncut members out, pissing onto the side of the boxes as if they are an ordinary urinal. Already the ink on the cardboard dissolves down the side from their heavy streams bombarding it. With how fragile the items are in the room, they’d all have to be careful to not to permanently damage or deform them further.

Zhori heard their collective sighs from the corridor, along with the distinctive sound of multiple taps running water. They all had no issue using it as their restroom. He will definitely have to come back soon…

 

Also tbc

[toseepee 772]

Holy shit this is hot! I love the casual naughtiness of Zhori not even really considering using the bathroom, and the fact that he could have pissed outside, but saw no reason to, when he could mark the house! And the teasing of more destruction to come!! Incredible

[embruh 164]

On 8/31/2024 at 12:41 AM, toseepee said:

Holy shit this is hot! I love the casual naughtiness of Zhori not even really considering using the bathroom, and the fact that he could have pissed outside, but saw no reason to, when he could mark the house! And the teasing of more destruction to come!! Incredible

i can only hope to not disappoint!

[embruh 164]

Part II

More of the above kinks.

To clarify just in case, the furry creatures mentioned are all anthropomorphic. Basically human but with some features of an animal. Like Zhori’s head is that of a fox, body covered in fur, maybe some senses are heightened etc.

 

Amidst the chaos of the party, Zhori eventually reunited with his friend, Abbie. She’s also an anthropomorphic creature, her face and fur resembling that of a border collie. To say she was a ‘party animal’ was an understatement, as she actively chugged from two styrofoam cups, swaying her hips and tail with the music. One would be concerned that she had a large bushy tail sprung from her rump, but the guests present assume it's part of a costume.

Nearly an hour had passed since Zhori’s trip to the basement, he’d been thoroughly enjoying the assortment of free drinks with Abbie. But he also discretely watched the entrance to the corridor, spotting various amounts of guests pass in and out.

As the collie fully emptied the two cups, she bumped next to her fox friend.

“Hey Zhori! Don’t have too much fun without me, I’m gonna run to the loo.”

“Which one?”

“The one over there, silly.”

She points towards a queue entering into the living room, the singular toilet could not cope with the amount of guests present.

“I’ve found a better one. No need to wait in line for it.”

“Oh??”

“If I show you, I may as well join in.”

Zhori leads the way into the corridor, arriving in no time at all. As they turn towards it, a dude exits from the basement door, still adjusting his belt as he walks past the pair. The fox pushes open the door to show his friend the spare ‘toilet’. 

While not crowded, a large number of guests were currently occupying the basement. Many were brazenly in view; such as a group using the corner Zhori had been in, the male’s stream glistening off of the light, while his female partner unleashed a flood onto the concrete. Others were tucked away in corners or hiding behind other various junk, some browsed their phone to pass the time, showing complete disregard for what they were doing to the basement. Much of the floor below them was stained with pee, with a couple tissues scattered around, most having been chucked in boxes. A couple had gathered around the drain, which gradually sapped the surrounding pee, but the tissues began obstructing the flow, causing a shallow pool to form around the depressed surface. 

Abbie, being used to this happening at the parties she goes to, finds no issue heading down the steps with Zhori, as they casually walk to an unoccupied spot in the basement. 

The fox perches himself into a gap in the wall of cardboard boxes, providing a little alcove for him to aim his flaccid member towards. Abbie hovers above a cardboard box nearby, keeping her bum above the piss marked box below her as she reaches underneath her skirt. 

Together, their streams pour into the basement. The collie raises her head in bliss, haphazardly drenching a box contained an assortment of old Christmas decorations, spraying a fake fir tree below as pee cascades onto the bottom of the cardboard, which had barely seen time to dry from the last party goer to use it.

Zhori’s stream rains onto an old white pillow, atop other random junk. The pillow muting the sound from his stream as the noise of others peeing onto concrete and cardboard could be heard echoing all around them. 

“Of all the parties I’ve been to, I’ve never seen one with enough toilets…”

Abbie remarks, looking over to her friend. Getting a clear view of his stream as the pillow he was soaking dripped with piss onto the junk below it.

“So I’ve heard. What about your last party?” Zhori asks, the pillow below him struggling to absorb his pee, as the fabric visibly turns yellow.

“Well, first it was tame. Me and my friends took turns using the spare bedroom. But as the night went on, everyone else began using it anyway. At least the toilets were free by the end!”
The pair laughs, Zhori would have to tag along with his friend more often, if this is the sort of activity she gets up to.

Below Abbie, the cardboard box pooled with her piss, the interior cardboard walls sagging from the liquid soaking into it. As they ‘use’ the room, guests casually enter and leave as the basement. For some, it was already their second visit. The convenience of the room is highly desirable, as they also convince their friends to skip the queue, and head into the basement instead, repeating a self-fulfilling cycle. A group of guys rushed down the steps, lining up against the wall near Zhori, their row of cocks visible as they blast the cardboard boxes. Overhearing one of them say:

“Thank fuck you told me about this, I was this close to wetting myself.”

The pillow below the fox had been thoroughly tainted in a tinge of yellow, as his stream whimpers. Compared to Abbie, continuing to fiercely flood the box. Zhori wrings his cock of any droplets, his bladder empty once more.

“I’m gonna head back up. Want me to keep a drink waiting?”

“Sure why not, it's free and only going to end up down here again.”

As he leaves, another party goer arrives beside her. Mindlessly on her phone as she sits over a cardboard box, unaware as she was pissing that the box slightly crumpled beneath the weight of herself and the piss it was glazed in. The particularly used boxes are deteriorating at a rapid rate.

Soon enough Abbie’s stream weakened to a dribble, the tree was fully drenched in urine as droplets hung from the plastic needles. Tangled LED lights, wrapping paper and other festive junk were all sprayed with pee. The collie retrieves an open pack of tissues. She takes the last wipe out to dab it over her wet crotch, dropping it into the box below as she discards the empty wrapper down with it.

She heads towards the exit, passing by the group of men who’d recently entered. Most had finished pissing except for the particularly desperate one. The cardboard they’d all used began to peel from how fragile the paper had become, any ink was unrecognisable, with enough time they’d fully dissolve in piss. The puddle below the guy actively spread all along the floor, stained by multiple other guests already, as the drain itself could hardly keep up. The basement had yet to see the worst of it.

[Kevin 608]

Crazy how I just logged in in time to see this ! I love this story ! Can't wait to read the next part !!!

Edited September 1 by Kevin

[toseepee 772]

 

8 hours ago, embruh said:

i can only hope to not disappoint!

I go crazy forthis kind of really detailed piss vandalism! Love the destruction and how very crowded the basement is becoming! Soon they'll have to find somewhere else to piss!

[Lutab 1,051]

Very hot! Keep it up 🙂

[CarpetSoaker 44]

This is great!  That original story is the best on this site, and having something similar with a male lead is amazing.  

[peeman89 46]

Hot 🔥 🔥 can't wait to see part 3 soon

[onetwo 120]

this is great!!! really really hot 

[Kevin 608]

I can't wait to read the next chapters !! 

[embruh 164]

On 11/4/2024 at 3:34 PM, Kevin said:

I can't wait to read the next chapters !! 

sorry my motivation for writing is really erratic hah
pt3 should be done now, will try to post it when i can

Thanks for all the nice comments as well, it's great to hear people enjoy it :3

[embruh 164]

Part III

 

Word had thoroughly spread of the basement becoming the secondary ‘bathroom’; guests are seen swarming in and out from the corridor. Many of them were fed up from the long wait times for the official toilet, of which the queue gradually became shorter as people looked for alternatives, although even the basement became too crowded.

With each successive bottle of alcohol Zhori and Abbie consumed, they quickly need another diversion to the basement. Which was becoming much more difficult to do…

 

The strong aroma of piss is immediately picked up from the corridor. Acting as a beacon from outside of the room. Inside, past a rush of others heading out the door, there’s the sight of men and women pissing in any free space they could. Many of them in groups, chatting to each other as they carelessly soak whatever is unfortunate enough to be nearby, conversations such as “I was about to burst!” and “Who the fuck thought a single toilet would go well?” are overhead amongst them. 

There are also those on their own, having nipped off for a quick pee, choosing wherever is free to unload their bladder, even if it meant soaking the hosts' valuables. 

 

A roll of toilet paper has even been placed nearby, prompting guests to take some as they enter. Even if most would overcompensate and take too much. Shown by the large piles of discarded tissue thrown into the cardboard boxes and gathering on the ground. Many are stained yellow as they get rinsed by litres of piss.

The congested drain from earlier has been blocked by rubbish and the aforementioned tissues, a large pool surrounding it as everyone's urine has no way of being removed. With the constant, torrential rainfall seen for the past hour, it has covered the entirety of the concrete surface, a shallow puddle forming beside the most used parts of the basement. Evidently seen as a brunette fires a jet of piss onto the well used concrete, causing a ripple along the floor as she contributes her bladder into the ever growing puddle.

It’s evident no one cared about the condition they left the basement in. With the horrendous queue for the restroom, it’s no wonder one would prefer to get back to partying the fastest way possible. Prioritising their own convenience over the consequences of inundating an entire place in piss. Besides, everyone else is doing it…

 

“Eww, you can’t expect me to pee here!” Abbie exclaims to her friend, as she stands by the last step. Only now realising the state of the basement.

Zhori rolls his eyes. He steps onto the floor, his shoes squelching as they compress the thin layer of urine coating it. Nearby a couple yoga mats had been stored in one of the hosts' cardboard boxes, the fox immediately grabs them to lay onto the puddle in front of the step. Its thickness creates an island from the heavily stained floor, as the base lightly soaks in the surrounding piss.

“Any better?” He asks.

“No! This place has gotten disgusting.”

“You want to ‘go’ somewhere else, huh?” Zhori smirks, already preferring the idea of spreading out his mark within the house. Abbie nods, desiring somewhere quieter to take care of her need.

Just as the two turn to leave, Abbie rips off a generous amount of tissues from the roll beside her. One of the groups followed what the fox had done with the yoga mat. Inspiring them to search for whatever they could to create a bridge upon the floor, chucking pieces of cardboard onto the ground and even old clothes to save stepping into the puddles.

 

“Guess we’ll check upstairs? It has to be quieter up there.” Abbie says as they re-enter the living room, the sight of the queue immediately removes any remaining thought of waiting in it. Becoming especially adamant to avoid the toilet, she’s too used to the convenience of breezing past lines and using the first secluded spot she finds.

“Sure, fuck waiting in line.”

The stairs to the first floor are luckily close by. Together they walk through the crowded living room, passing the line of desperate guests waiting at the house’s only restroom. One of them speaking to their friend as they bounced on the spot: 

“I really need to piss, but that basement’s way too busy!”

“What if we just find somewhere else? We can’t be the only ones…”

 

The roar of partying guests from the living room faded as they ascended the stairs. Being presented with a much more quiet corridor with various doors on each side, there are only a couple guests up here, hanging around outside some of the doors. 

The fox’s nose frantically twitched, drawing his attention to one of the doors on the right, which is already partially opened.

Inside is a very ordinary bedroom, unoccupied. Fitted with a fluffy absorbent carpet and other furniture you’d expect to see. Such as a cupboard and a fully exposed clothes rack occupied with a selection of apparel. With a modest queen sized bed to the side. There’s a faint scent of pee present already, but the room’s clearly been underutilised.

 

“Well? Good enough for you?”

“It’s so cozy! And we get it all to ourselves.”

“Yeah, for now.”

Abbie chuckled as she ducks beside the bed to squat over the carpet. Zhori steps close to the dry clothes rack as he flops out his member, appalled by its stench of detergent, he knew he could grant it a much more pleasant smell.

The collie floods the carpet below with her piss, gritting her bottom lip as she revels in relief. Already the carpet is a better urinal than the drab concrete floor of the basement; eagerly soaking in Abbie’s piss whilst a dark patch forms underneath.

She looks up to see her friend's side, her eyes catching his flaccid cock joining in. Said stream is partially visible as it instantly collides with the fabric. 

“I missed pissing on carpet… I hate when my legs get splashed.” Abbie sighed, the weight from her bladder finally lifting. The fox took the opportunity to sway his cock across the dangling items of clothing, starting to weigh them down as they continue absorbing his piss.

 

Zhori ‘carelessly’ left the door slightly opened, enticing one of the party goers to check out the room.
“Oi lads, this room’s free!” A group of 5 rowdy guys rushed inside, already undoing their trousers as the bedroom began to transform into the next urinal for the party.

One of the lads steps beside Zhori, pointing his own uncut cock towards the yet untouched part of the rack. Immediately he hoses down the dry clothes, unintentionally assisting Zhori with his task.

The other men had chosen various parts of the room to piss in, most were spraying down the wall side by side one another as they cheered, with the last having cheekily drawn out a cupboard drawer to piss inside it.

 

“Dunno how the host hasn’t caught on. His house is getting trashed!”

The fox glanced over, seeing the inebriated party goer absolutely drenching the fabrics with him. Surprised that he’d both join in, let alone strike up a conversation. This is his type of crowd.

“Not sure who the fuck he is anyway. Not like I was invited.”

“Bro, same! We’d all be stupid to pass on the free drinks.”

The lad offered his fist out to Zhori, while not used to the gesture, he couldn’t turn it down. With a grin the fox bumped it using his free hand, the other still preoccupied aiming his cock, which was busy soaking the woollen jumper in front. 

So weighed down in pee, some clothing leaned to one side, profusely dripping onto the carpet below. 

 

Beside the bed, Abbie watched as she saw the room fill with desperate guys, the noise from the party drowned out from the hissing and sighs of relief. Below her, the carpet struggled absorbing the contents of her bladder, the dark patch having grown significantly. 

She prepared the tissues she took from earlier, not bothering to rip off a single square. As she feels her stream wain in strength, she notices the boys in front still blasting the clothes rack with force. With a firm wipe against her crotch, she discards the tissues below onto the carpet without a thought. 

Zhori notices his friend finish peeing, whilst his own bladder also nears empty. 

“Gimme a sec, Abbie.”

The stream from his cock reduces to droplets. As a final act, he grabs the fabric of a yet unsoaked clothing item, and dabs it over his wet foreskin.

“Hope you guys enjoy the party.”

The fox says, grinning as he looks over to the lad he talked with a minute ago, as he replies:

“You too, mate!”

 

Both of them depart the bedroom, the corridor itself seemed slightly livelier than it did when they first arrived; various chatter and dubious noises are heard within the doors, as party-goers migrate from the trashed basement to find a cleaner, queue free place to piss. 

“Why not just piss here?” 

One especially drunk guest proclaimed. Standing against the wall of the corridor in sight of everyone to carelessly whip out his cock, spraying the wallpaper with his alcoholic piss. Such a brazen action encouraged another desperate guy to join him. Abbie tutted, playfully muttering ‘Guys, right?’ to Zhori. 

Another guest looked in disgust as they entered one of the other bedrooms, as a woman nearby stood with her body angled towards a potted plant. Slurring “We can do it too!” Before peeing precariously out her short skirt onto it. Well, at least mostly onto it…

With the alcohol still in abundance downstairs, one can wonder just how crazy the party will become, if this becomes normalised.

[Kevin 608]

1 hour ago, embruh said:

Part III

 

Word had thoroughly spread of the basement becoming the secondary ‘bathroom’; guests are seen swarming in and out from the corridor. Many of them were fed up from the long wait times for the official toilet, of which the queue gradually became shorter as people looked for alternatives, although even the basement became too crowded.

With each successive bottle of alcohol Zhori and Abbie consumed, they quickly need another diversion to the basement. Which was becoming much more difficult to do…

 

The strong aroma of piss is immediately picked up from the corridor. Acting as a beacon from outside of the room. Inside, past a rush of others heading out the door, there’s the sight of men and women pissing in any free space they could. Many of them in groups, chatting to each other as they carelessly soak whatever is unfortunate enough to be nearby, conversations such as “I was about to burst!” and “Who the fuck thought a single toilet would go well?” are overhead amongst them. 

There are also those on their own, having nipped off for a quick pee, choosing wherever is free to unload their bladder, even if it meant soaking the hosts' valuables. 

 

A roll of toilet paper has even been placed nearby, prompting guests to take some as they enter. Even if most would overcompensate and take too much. Shown by the large piles of discarded tissue thrown into the cardboard boxes and gathering on the ground. Many are stained yellow as they get rinsed by litres of piss.

The congested drain from earlier has been blocked by rubbish and the aforementioned tissues, a large pool surrounding it as everyone's urine has no way of being removed. With the constant, torrential rainfall seen for the past hour, it has covered the entirety of the concrete surface, a shallow puddle forming beside the most used parts of the basement. Evidently seen as a brunette fires a jet of piss onto the well used concrete, causing a ripple along the floor as she contributes her bladder into the ever growing puddle.

It’s evident no one cared about the condition they left the basement in. With the horrendous queue for the restroom, it’s no wonder one would prefer to get back to partying the fastest way possible. Prioritising their own convenience over the consequences of inundating an entire place in piss. Besides, everyone else is doing it…

 

“Eww, you can’t expect me to pee here!” Abbie exclaims to her friend, as she stands by the last step. Only now realising the state of the basement.

Zhori rolls his eyes. He steps onto the floor, his shoes squelching as they compress the thin layer of urine coating it. Nearby a couple yoga mats had been stored in one of the hosts' cardboard boxes, the fox immediately grabs them to lay onto the puddle in front of the step. Its thickness creates an island from the heavily stained floor, as the base lightly soaks in the surrounding piss.

“Any better?” He asks.

“No! This place has gotten disgusting.”

“You want to ‘go’ somewhere else, huh?” Zhori smirks, already preferring the idea of spreading out his mark within the house. Abbie nods, desiring somewhere quieter to take care of her need.

Just as the two turn to leave, Abbie rips off a generous amount of tissues from the roll beside her. One of the groups followed what the fox had done with the yoga mat. Inspiring them to search for whatever they could to create a bridge upon the floor, chucking pieces of cardboard onto the ground and even old clothes to save stepping into the puddles.

 

“Guess we’ll check upstairs? It has to be quieter up there.” Abbie says as they re-enter the living room, the sight of the queue immediately removes any remaining thought of waiting in it. Becoming especially adamant to avoid the toilet, she’s too used to the convenience of breezing past lines and using the first secluded spot she finds.

“Sure, fuck waiting in line.”

The stairs to the first floor are luckily close by. Together they walk through the crowded living room, passing the line of desperate guests waiting at the house’s only restroom. One of them speaking to their friend as they bounced on the spot: 

“I really need to piss, but that basement’s way too busy!”

“What if we just find somewhere else? We can’t be the only ones…”

 

The roar of partying guests from the living room faded as they ascended the stairs. Being presented with a much more quiet corridor with various doors on each side, there are only a couple guests up here, hanging around outside some of the doors. 

The fox’s nose frantically twitched, drawing his attention to one of the doors on the right, which is already partially opened.

Inside is a very ordinary bedroom, unoccupied. Fitted with a fluffy absorbent carpet and other furniture you’d expect to see. Such as a cupboard and a fully exposed clothes rack occupied with a selection of apparel. With a modest queen sized bed to the side. There’s a faint scent of pee present already, but the room’s clearly been underutilised.

 

“Well? Good enough for you?”

“It’s so cozy! And we get it all to ourselves.”

“Yeah, for now.”

Abbie chuckled as she ducks beside the bed to squat over the carpet. Zhori steps close to the dry clothes rack as he flops out his member, appalled by its stench of detergent, he knew he could grant it a much more pleasant smell.

The collie floods the carpet below with her piss, gritting her bottom lip as she revels in relief. Already the carpet is a better urinal than the drab concrete floor of the basement; eagerly soaking in Abbie’s piss whilst a dark patch forms underneath.

She looks up to see her friend's side, her eyes catching his flaccid cock joining in. Said stream is partially visible as it instantly collides with the fabric. 

“I missed pissing on carpet… I hate when my legs get splashed.” Abbie sighed, the weight from her bladder finally lifting. The fox took the opportunity to sway his cock across the dangling items of clothing, starting to weigh them down as they continue absorbing his piss.

 

Zhori ‘carelessly’ left the door slightly opened, enticing one of the party goers to check out the room.
“Oi lads, this room’s free!” A group of 5 rowdy guys rushed inside, already undoing their trousers as the bedroom began to transform into the next urinal for the party.

One of the lads steps beside Zhori, pointing his own uncut cock towards the yet untouched part of the rack. Immediately he hoses down the dry clothes, unintentionally assisting Zhori with his task.

The other men had chosen various parts of the room to piss in, most were spraying down the wall side by side one another as they cheered, with the last having cheekily drawn out a cupboard drawer to piss inside it.

 

“Dunno how the host hasn’t caught on. His house is getting trashed!”

The fox glanced over, seeing the inebriated party goer absolutely drenching the fabrics with him. Surprised that he’d both join in, let alone strike up a conversation. This is his type of crowd.

“Not sure who the fuck he is anyway. Not like I was invited.”

“Bro, same! We’d all be stupid to pass on the free drinks.”

The lad offered his fist out to Zhori, while not used to the gesture, he couldn’t turn it down. With a grin the fox bumped it using his free hand, the other still preoccupied aiming his cock, which was busy soaking the woollen jumper in front. 

So weighed down in pee, some clothing leaned to one side, profusely dripping onto the carpet below. 

 

Beside the bed, Abbie watched as she saw the room fill with desperate guys, the noise from the party drowned out from the hissing and sighs of relief. Below her, the carpet struggled absorbing the contents of her bladder, the dark patch having grown significantly. 

She prepared the tissues she took from earlier, not bothering to rip off a single square. As she feels her stream wain in strength, she notices the boys in front still blasting the clothes rack with force. With a firm wipe against her crotch, she discards the tissues below onto the carpet without a thought. 

Zhori notices his friend finish peeing, whilst his own bladder also nears empty. 

“Gimme a sec, Abbie.”

The stream from his cock reduces to droplets. As a final act, he grabs the fabric of a yet unsoaked clothing item, and dabs it over his wet foreskin.

“Hope you guys enjoy the party.”

The fox says, grinning as he looks over to the lad he talked with a minute ago, as he replies:

“You too, mate!”

 

Both of them depart the bedroom, the corridor itself seemed slightly livelier than it did when they first arrived; various chatter and dubious noises are heard within the doors, as party-goers migrate from the trashed basement to find a cleaner, queue free place to piss. 

“Why not just piss here?” 

One especially drunk guest proclaimed. Standing against the wall of the corridor in sight of everyone to carelessly whip out his cock, spraying the wallpaper with his alcoholic piss. Such a brazen action encouraged another desperate guy to join him. Abbie tutted, playfully muttering ‘Guys, right?’ to Zhori. 

Another guest looked in disgust as they entered one of the other bedrooms, as a woman nearby stood with her body angled towards a potted plant. Slurring “We can do it too!” Before peeing precariously out her short skirt onto it. Well, at least mostly onto it…

With the alcohol still in abundance downstairs, one can wonder just how crazy the party will become, if this becomes normalised.

Man this story is so hot !! I already can't wait for the next chapter!!