Holding It In

"Hold it."

His eyes bore into hers intensely, clasping her hand across the table. Even then, he was to keep her safe, let her feel secure, that she could let it all out.

Yet his need was there, more turned on than, frankly, he had given himself credit for. His shaft pushed out, making an obvious bulge in his jeans, fresh for the evening wear, the night out that the two of them would always remember as the first time he had really pushed her. The mare grabbed at his arm, digging her hoof-like fingertips in, though he still wasn't about to let her as her hand dropped to his crotch, groping and squeezing, at least most of what they were doing concealed from the rest of the bar.

"I'll get you off, if you let me go, I have to go, Gargath, I don't know how you could let me go so long..."

He shook his head, grunting in the back of his throat, gently removing his hand.

"This was what you wanted, Valeria. Hold on. Squeeze down. You can do it."

It was not for him to push her over the edge in that way, of course, not even as the mare tried to distract herself by rubbing her pussy, fingers playing and dancing roughly over her clit, for anything light and gentle simply would not have fit for a moment like that. No, she had to be crude and to be carnal and furtive was all she had, squeezing her clit lightly, putting pressure down, rougher with herself and her body than she usually would have been.

"Please, Gargath... I've got to go, I'm going to wet myself, I'm not going to be able to control myself, it's too much for me, I need to pee so badly, it's pressing down, making me want to go, I've got to go, I can't hold it any longer, please let me go, please excuse me, I've got to relieve myself, I can feel it trickling, I can't hold it anymore, I've got to pee, oh god, no, no, no -- it's not too late!"

But it almost was as the mare was forced to rip her hand away from between her thighs, a throaty grunt bursting from her lips, not the kind of sound that any civilised lady wanted to make. She could have tried to hint to him, yet again, but what was the use as she panted heavily, turning a few heads, though no one else there that had not been paying attention to her specifically understood what was happening there. Even the bartender, the silver tabby cat, who had cottoned on to the kinky nuance of play that was happening there, stood back, allowing it all to play out, Valeria's sexual fervour impossible to deny.

"Please, Gargath, oh, no... No, I can't handle it, I need you... You've gotta...let me..."

Her rambling stream ran out of steam as she panted, lips moving, no sound coming out, her nostrils flared, the veins standing out inside them. And he was right for her then as she muttered something about it being too late, almost too late, the stallion nickering, shoving his hand between her legs, shoving her wriggling fingers away -- as if she would have possessed the dexterity for such a thing anyway, not in the squirming heat of a moment like that.

Urine trickled out, drop after drop, yet she was not even aware of the heat of it in her underwear, seeping through, breath catching in her throat, leaning into the stallion as he held her with one arm and gave her everything she needed with the other. He held her tight and secure, rubbing her pussy, sliding his fingers into her underwear, though he admired the lace, as ruined as it would end up after what he had in mind. For it was never for Valeria, that time, to make it to the bathroom in time, something that she had known in her gut as he'd constantly, time after time, denied her the ability to go and relieve herself when he very easily could have.

The thump of her heartbeat seemed loud, too loud, in her ears, pants raking through her lungs, clinging to him, her fingers twisting into his mane, his T-shirt bunched up in the other hand. Yet she couldn't hold it back as he pressed down on her clit, sending her into climax, yet in the mind-numbing, pulsing waves of bliss was something hotter, wetter, her bladder finally beyond her control.

The smell of it rushed out to the air around them, hanging there as if it wanted to make itself known, others turning their heads, not quite able to place it. Yet Valeria and Gargath knew, completely and utterly, what was going on there, heaving, pressed together, her body rocking and contorting in orgasm. His cock was as hard as it possibly could be in his pants, but he could not let it out there, not when he was looking after Valeria, her needs, the mare wetting herself humiliatingly, urine seeping into the booth, trickling down it where it was made of faux leather that could not be so easily permeated. The fabric parts more easily soaked up her urine as she splattered the rushing stream forth, hips working, thrusting, her jaws clenched viciously shut until a muscle jumped at the corner, though she would regret exerting such tender muscles to that extent later.

But what more could she do to hold back her cries, grunting and whining, holding onto Gargath for dear life, when her bladder was no longer under her control? It was not under Gargath's control either as she publicly humiliated herself, wetting herself, the passion that she had held back for so long, trying to be good, spilling forth. It ran down her legs and trickled to the floor as long, heavy spurts of piss dripped forth in gush after gush, emptying a true mare's worth of urine into her clothes, over the booth, even down to the carpet.

"What's that smell?"

"Did you hear that?"

Others were starting to cotton on to what was going on, at least in part, and Gargath drew her in even closer to his chest. That wasn't for Valeria to worry about, no, not one bit, that was why he was there to look after her, to protect her. she didn't have to concern herself with what others would say as she finally let out a moan that she could not hold back, spreading her legs for him and humping up against his hand as if doing that would get her a little more. She blinked blearily, shaking the fuzz of lust from her head, though her bladder was still very much in the process of emptying itself, spurting forth with the lingering contractions of her orgasm.

They were not rhythmic contractions, but the kind of ones dictated by her body that could not be controlled, coming erratically, throbbing through her, sending more and more rushing spurts of piss out of her when she'd thought she was done. Pressing her muzzle into Gargath's chest, she shuddered and moaned, trying to hide her shame, though there was little that she could do to hide her shame, trying to tuck her sodden tail down over herself. The deed, however, was done, and there was no going back as piss soaked into the carpet, pooling in the lines of stitching of the booth, others whispering, looking, catching wind of the disturbance there even as Valeria came down from her high.

It would be worth it though, every last bit of it, even as she tasted the humiliation of public wetting in her mouth, something to be savoured and rushed through, though both could not play out at the same time. The kinky part of her wanted to linger there while the rest of her, the civilised part of her, knew that it was embarrassing, that she couldn't stay, couldn't linger, couldn't let their whispers play out, not even as those manning the bar and cleaning side of the establishment made tracks to take care of what had happened.

Maybe it had been too far, but Gargath had been given enough spending money to take care of that too, throwing a wad of bills down on their table -- more than enough to cover their bill and leave a sizeable tip for every staff member on duty there that night. They would all deserve it, but he didn't even bother trying to hide his need as he stood, drawing her up with him, close and protected in against his side.

She tottered, weak after orgasm, but he held her fast, sparing a wink for the silver tabby cat who had left them be to spend their lust together, or, at least, for Valeria to enjoy herself. Maybe there were more out there than even Gargath realised that liked the same kink, maybe not even making him "a weird one" for enjoying what Valeria wanted to play into so much.

The stain of urine would be left on the bench seat of the booth as they made good their escape, though he rushed her out, covering her with his jacket, which he had made sure to bring, even though he would have been warm enough without it. He'd always remembered being told that a gentle-colt had to bring a jacket in case a lady wanted it and, strangely, that was one thing that had stuck with him, over the years. Yet covering up her backside and the sodden folds of her clinging dress, which tried to stick to her legs as they walked at a pace, was not something that he had ever expected to be doing with it.

His cock softened a little, though his arousal remained. She panted, lungs settling a little, the stallion trying to focus, as difficult as that was with the heady rise and fall of her breasts to distract his attention. She was gorgeous, as beautiful as she'd been when he'd first laid eyes on her, though the aroma of fresh urine came with them, soaked into her clothes and fur as it was.

"Not far now, Valeria."

He wrapped an arm around her, holding the jacket up, but, of course, it could not cover her completely, leaving half of her, at least, exposed and revealing the fact that she had publicly wet herself to the whole world. Whimpering and gasping, she grunted, wanting to thrust her hand between her thighs right there and then, but she was not allowed to, not then, not quite yet. For that, out in that kind of public, would have been a hair too far for anyone, least of all those that had not consented to be a part of such an open, kinky fetish.

He led her through the hotel that she would never again step hoof in after that visit, heads turning and snapping back around, some more curious souls that did not care about appearances staring openly at the mare who had wet herself. Alas, as much as he tried to cover up the shivering, still horny, mare against his side with his jacket, it was simply impossible to hide that much, sliding into the elevator as she stretched up, clinging to him.

"Kiss me!"

It was not something that he was allowed to say anything against, only realising then that his hand was wet from her urine as he groped her breast, leaving a wet print there, the impression of his fingers. Yet he was there to care for her, to look after her, and welcomed her touch, her hand squeezing the outline of his shaft showing through the front of his jeans as he played his own between her thighs.

They tumbled into the bedroom like young lovers and Valeria all but growled as they toppled onto the bed, the mare on top. She ripped off her blouse, buttons flying everywhere, but the cost of that one was not something that she was going to worry about, not right then, not with her underwear soaked, clinging to the outline of the folds of her pussy. It was as if her need had gotten so high that she could not control herself, finally in private and yet craving something more, forgetting her civilised place in society as she sought to satisfy the burning, flickering need within her.

There was nothing else for it, the stallion grabbing at her, following her lead, helping her out of her skirt, though that partially ripped too, a sodden mess to be flung aside where her urine had soaked through it. Her underwear could be slid down, but that was something to be savoured in the feel of the wet fabric tugging at her thighs, pulling over her coat, as if they did not quite want to be free of her body even then.

The stallion revealed his hard-on, stripping down with her, both naked, the mare on top, grasping his cock. She controlled the situation, taking charge again as she needed him -- though Gargath was more than willing to do all that she wanted as she mounted him, straddling his hips with her hooves bearing down into the bed, the mattress bowing under their bodies.

"Ahhh!"

She squealed as she sank onto his shaft, her slick folds welcoming him in, though her arousal was what lubricated his cock as he pushed into her. Gargath bucked up, the white splash of hair on his chest more evident when he was nude, grunting softly, nickering encouragement to her, head spinning with sexual delirium, lost in the pleasure of a moment that he hardly believed was there. And he was being paid to do it -- with Valeria!

He would have done it anyway, if it had been offered, all for the pleasure, the lust of seeing a glorious mare like her take what she'd so desperately needed, her public humiliation, the lingering aroma of urine in the air. Of course, it was still on his hand and, without thinking, he pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply. The bitterness in it sank into his nostrils but, oh, it was so very sweet to take in, the feel of her pussy around his shaft milking him, squeezing his thickness...

"Oh god..." Valeria moaned, head tipping back, panting as she rode him. "It was...mmph...so hot...at...at the bar..."

It was a struggle for her to get words out, not having taken all his dick yet, Gargath drawing her down with a heady grunt.

"Unff... Yeah..." His head twisted, nostrils flaring. "You were...so needy... So many saw... But you're safe, safe...here..."

He reassured her even then, Valeria nickering as she took another inch of his cock into her strained sex, folds tight around him.

"Yeah... Ohhh... I can't believe you made me do it, made me wet myself...out there... Everyone could seeeeee!"

Her words twisted into a whinny as he drew her deeper, nipping passionately at her throat, for the lust between mares and stallions could not be staved off, not as his body burned with desire.

"You had to go so much, didn't you?"

At least, that was what Gargath tried to say, his words lost in a neigh as he thrust, Valeria grinding down onto him, chest rising and falling as she snatched up short, sharp breaths, her inner thighs still damp with evidence of losing control of her bladder. And, just like that, the language between them had to come with the rhythm of their bodies alone.

Their bodies rose and fell together in bliss, the mare a force to be reckoned with as she rode him, Gargath helping her get his shaft all the way inside her, past the medial ring and down to the sheath, by thrusting and thrusting, inch after inch. She had to have it all as she climaxed on his shaft, his length more than enough to please her, grinding over her G-spot with every thrust, her breath catching, need rising.

She squealed for him, wet tail lashing the air, strands clumped together where they were trying to dry and yet the wet had rendered them such, panting, breasts rolling, though her bra had been one thing that she had not quite managed to get off in such a fit of passion. Yet it did not matter, nothing mattered -- not as long as they got their pleasure, the hotel room filled with grunts and snorts, thrusting and creaking, the mattress groaning under the weight of their activities.

Closer and closer... He drew her to him, sitting up, his knees apart so that she could sit in his lap, his cock as deep as it was possible to go, Valeria's head thrown back so that his lips could caress his neck, trembling and nickering through yet another orgasm. Her bay coat darkened with sweat in patches, yet she could not hold herself back even as his nuts churned with the need to spill his load.

As Gargath filled her hot, squeezing pussy with long spurts and ropes of seed, she knew that her husband had chosen the right stallion for her to satisfy her "special needs" with, that he loved her so much that he really would go to all lengths for her. Yet Gargath was something special too as she clung to him, tucking his nose down towards her chest as the randy stallion snorted and grunted, dragging in short, sharp needy inhalations of her breasts, the scent of her coat.

There, in the hotel room, there was no one to disturb them, to draw them from such an expression of lust, not in any way at all. He nickered to her, cock aching, yet unwilling to pull out, easing down, slowly, from his high while inside her. Valeria held on tight, nestling in against his chest even as he laid back on the bed, drawing her along with her, on top of him, his cock still settled inside her. It belonged there, if only for a time, his arms tight around the mare that had trusted him with such an intimate, deep part of herself -- her husband too. That, in itself, was an honour that Gargath had to acknowledge.

Sweeping his hands down her back, slowly and gently, Gargath matched his slow, deep breathing to hers. It might only have been the first full day of their trip, but he had more in mind for the kinky mare, the mare that had many more wetting delights to experience, all under his hands.

But, for the time being, sleep was to be had, softening and relaxing into grey unconsciousness, processing all that had come to pass. That was not something that had to be held in, but they would both twist and turn in their dreams of wetting, of straining, even if both found themselves in different positions, respectively, when it came to the humiliating fantasy.

The morning would bring more.

For now, however, they would rest and dream.