Intro
Yellow spotlights circled the stage area where the logo for Raining Gold had been drawn on the floor: two large and cartoony water drops next to each other with an 'R' in one and a 'G' in the other, separated by a wavy stream of liquid. As the theme song for the game show played in the background, a curtain at the back opened in the middle, and the tall lizard woman who served as the show's host emerged.
She wore the top half of a gold-threaded tuxedo that sparkled whenever one of the spotlights swept over her, her hands covered with white gloves, a golden top hat that matched her jacket perched atop her head. The front tails of her tuxedo jacket barely covered her loins and she had a long black baton with a white cap in her right hand that she swept around dramatically as she emerged to the sounds of cheering and applause from the audience, though it was only half-full; maybe if the pilot did well enough they could get a better turnout on future episodes.
She made her way to the center of the logo on the floor where the spotlights all aligned over her before the studio lights came on properly, illuminating the rest of the set. At the left side of the stage the contestants each stood behind a podium, except for one, a dragon whose head was sticking through the curtains at the side of the stage. Meanwhile, over on the right side there was a large multi-tiered fountain gushing with yellow water – or what looked like water, at least. Other parts of the stage area were covered up by curtains with the Raining Gold logo on them, hiding areas that would be used later in the show.
Walking up to the front and center of the stage, the lizard stood and bowed to the audience with a sweep of her baton, nodding and waving before raising her free hand to gesture for the crowd to calm down. "Thank you, thank you," she called out, the lapel microphone attached to her tuxedo jacket picking up her voice well enough. "And welcome to the pilot episode of… Raining Gold!"
She swept both arms out dramatically as the 'Applause' lights came on again for a brief time. "The one and only game show where we WANT you to piss on company time!" She grinned and got a brief laugh from the audience before continuing, "I'm your host, just call me Code. With me tonight I have five lovely contestants…"
"But Code!" a stagehand near the front piped up, raising an arm covered with a blue sock puppet with googly eyes and 'YCH' stitched on its side until it was in-frame of the front camera, "You said there were only going to be four!"
Code kept her grin as she deftly flipped her baton around in her hand and pressed the white cap against the invading sock puppet, pushing it out of frame. "I said four 'or so'," she asserted mirthfully, before turning her attention forward again. "And we had many fantastic entrants! I wish I could have picked more, but then we wouldn't have had any for the main series. Speaking of, let's go meet them! Today, we have…" Code swept her arm towards the contestants, though she knew the cameras would be focusing on one of them at a time, so she took the opportunity to pull a cue card from her pocket and read it off.
"Esayian!"
The first contestant was a blue-purple cobra with crimson markings on his hood, around his purple eyes, and on his hands. He wore a black hoodie, and when his name was called he grinned and gave a wave to the cameras with his right hand, then grinned and flexed his left arm in the brief moment before the camera moved on.
"Felicia!"
Next was a lithe otter woman wearing a light blue shirt and a darker skirt, suddenly straightening up when she heard her name get called. Her long brown hair went down to her waist and her blue eyes darted around for the camera, waving to it once she found it.
"Siridia!"
This contestant was the red-eyed quadrupedal dragon, though only part of her was visible: most of her body was hidden by the yellow curtains that separated the stage itself from the backstage area. Her black scales reflected the stage lights, the teal stripes on her neck showing up plainly, as well as the green markings on her face that matched the membranes on her ear-fins, her wavy orange horns fading to a grain yellow near the tips. She flashed the camera a smile, bobbing her head a bit in lieu of a wave.
"Yira!"
The blue anthropomorphic dragon the camera shifted to next was wearing a pink hoodie, with long white hair going from between his horns and down the back of his head. He gave a wave with his left hand, managing an awkward grin as he shifted back and forth behind his podium, his right hand hidden from view by the podium itself.
"And last but not least… Riri!"
A husky with green and white fur was the last contestant, her light green hair partly dangling over her eyes, one blue and one green, while the rest of it hung over her shoulders. Wearing a black crop top under an open-fronted flannel shirt, she seemed to be in even more of a predicament than the previous contestant, both of her hands between her legs as she bounced on her feet. She managed to smile and wave at the camera, only to have to shove her hand back between her legs a moment before the camera cut away and back to Code.
Glancing down at her cue card for a moment, Code waited for the audience's applause to die down after the contestants' introduction. "The rules are simple! These five contestants will each take an individual challenge, and their success or failure will determine how much prize money gets added to the prize pool. So be sure to cheer for each other – you're all on the same side! Each challenge is different, and I've… shall we say…" Code flashed a devious smirk at the camera, "…tailored them to the contestant."
"Now," she continued, "I'm sure some of you are eager to begin, so if you want to hop right to the action, I'll give you that option right now. Otherwise, sit tight and we can meet our contestants…"
Code dramatically swept her baton in a big three-quarter circle in front of her and then held still for several seconds. "Uh… what're you doing?" Esayian called out to her from the podiums.
"It's for the DVD release," Code explained as she relaxed her pose and the light on the front-most camera turned off. "That way they can put the menu options on the screen, you know, like…"

Scene Selection
1.	Intro
2.	Interviews
3.	Esayian [Male/Female, distance challenge vs. Code]
4.	Felicia [Female, solo bladder-control challenge]
5.	Siridia [Female feral/Female, destruction challenge vs. Code]
6.	Yira [Male, solo piss-drinking challenge]
7.	Riri [Female, solo precision challenge]
8.	Outro

Interviews
"So, let's meet our contestants properly, shall we?" Code asked rhetorically before turning away. The cameras followed her as she walked over to Esayian first with an excessive sway to her hips and tail, pulling a fresh cue card from her pocket along the way. He held both arms over his head enthusiastically as she approached, looking out to the audience, and Code stood in front of his podium and nodded to him. "Would you mind introducing yourself?"
Esayian leaned towards the microphone on his podium. "Hey all, I'm Esayian! I'm a king cobra who's really into pee," he remarked with a grin, drawing an enthusiastic "Ooooh" out of the audience.
"You and me both, buddy," Code quipped, garnering a chuckle from the audience. "So, what do you do for a living?"
Esayian put his hands in the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie. "Oh, I do a lot of computer work, cloud development stuff, you know," he answered, getting another nod from Code. "But on the side, I'm pretty kinky!"
"At work?" Code teased with one raised eye-ridge.
"Uhhhh, well, just in case one of my coworkers is watching, I'm gonna say no," Esayian joked.
"I wouldn't blame you if you were, I know I got away with a few things that nobody can prove," Code replied with a smirk. "We can't all be as lucky as I am with a job like this, huh?" she added, grinning and brushing the end of her baton against the lapels of her tuxedo jacket. "Anything else you want to say?"
"Yes! Shout-out to my boyfriend Creator! He didn't make it onto the stage tonight, but I know he's definitely going to enjoy it from the sidelines."
"GO ESAYIAAAAAAN!" someone in the audience shouted at the top of their lungs, prompting the snake to turn and make finger-guns back at the audience while Code moved on to the next contestant.
"Mind introducing yourself?" Code offered to the otter.
"Hi, um, my name's Felicia," Felicia answered. "I'm a logistic operator at Ca-… uh, a car rental company!"
"Don't worry, they're not watching," Code reassured her. "And what does a 'logistic operator' do?"
Felicia poked her fingers together a bit. "Um, well… I drive cars from offices that have too many, to offices that don't have enough," she admitted sheepishly. "It's not that exciting."
"Whatever pays the bills though, right?" Code sympathized. Gesturing to Esayian, she inquired, "So do you share your fellow contestant's love for piss?"
"Proooooobably not as much as him, but yeah," Felicia admitted with a blush. "It all started with this traffic jam I got stuck in. It's a bit of a long story though…"
"It's not that long. Only seven thousand, four hundred and sixty-two words. Didn't even break 10k!"
"Wh-"
"Anyway," Code interrupted, "What about you, any shout-outs?"
"Oh, uh, yes! I think my friend Sammy is watching! Hiii, Sammy!" Felicia called out, waving to the camera. "And an, uh, anti-shout-out to my brother Andre. He'd better not be watching!" Code and the audience both gave a short laugh before Code moved onwards to the next podium and the dragoness who was trying to keep her head close to it.
"Sorry for the awkward arrangement," Code apologized as she got to Siridia's podium, "I hope you didn't mind coming in through the freight doors. We'll make sure to have a feral-accessible studio for the main show."
"It's fine," Siridia replied with a smile. "I'm just glad to be here! Thanks for having me on the show!"
"Could you introduce yourself?"
"Oh, yes! I'm Siridia Beauxscale. I'm 184 years old, a Dusk Dragon, and I live in Fenoarivo, Madagascar. Lovely little town right on the Indian Ocean. Can't beat it!"
At the previous podiums, Felicia leaned over towards Esayian. "Where's that? Is that even a real country?" she whispered, but the cobra gave a silent shrug, not knowing either.
"You don't look a day over 80. And you flew all the way over here? Your wings must be tired!" Code joked, prompting a groan from the audience.
"Please, I didn't fly all the way here," Siridia replied flatly, waiting a beat before continuing, "I swam."
Code laughed along with the audience at that one before moving on. "And you're obviously into watersports too, or you wouldn't be on the show. How'd you get into it?"
"It was back in my late 20's," Siridia answered, gazing upwards as she reminisced. "When I was a younger dragoness. I had something of a… urophilic awakening, you might say. I started avoiding toilets, going where I wanted to, and during… intimate moments of my free time…"
"Don't get too graphic during the interviews," Code reminded her with a smirk.
Siridia chuckled. "Well, let's just say I experimented, then. All that sexy stuff. My favorite thing, though? Is going with others. I find it a deeply intimate, relaxing, and yes, arousing experience."
The audience had a mixture of 'aww's and cheers for that answer, to which Code gave a deep nod. "You have good taste," she remarked before moving on to the next podium.
Yira straightened up and put his hands on the podium, crossing his legs behind it while swaying from side to side. "Mind-?" Code began, but he quickly cut her off.
"I'm Yira. I'm a student, and I, uh, do odd jobs," he answered preemptively. "You're not going to, nnh, make me go fucking last, are you?"
Code shook her head. "Don't worry, you're not last," she replied. "So, what brings you to the show?"
"Good… uh, well, I got recommended to come here by a friend of mine. He's a real gremlin."
Code chuckled a little bit. "A troublemaker?"
"No, like, an actual, literal gremlin," Yira corrected her, before wincing briefly and bouncing on his feet. "You see, I've had a few… accidents, here and there," he admitted, shifting about behind the podium. "The one at the swimming pool was bad enough, but I almost fucking ruined my costume at the convention, and… well, basically, I was hoping to get better at controlling my own bladder."
"You'll get lots of practice tonight, don't worry about that. Try not to have another accident before your challenge," Code teased, "You'll want to be full for it. And you don't want to be standing around on the stage in wet shorts, do you?"
"I know…" Yira grumbled. "It'd help if I didn't have to stare at a giant fucking fountain…"
"Sorry, it's a set-piece," Code remarked. "Last question, what's your interest in watersports?"
"Well, I'm really into omorashi," Yira answered, his answer interrupted there as he shuddered in place for a moment. Gritting his teeth with a determined look, he continued, "Ahhnn… so… I'm going to make sure I don't waste a drop!"
"Good luck, you'll need it," Code told him teasingly before moving on to the last podium.
Riri managed the best smile she could as Code approached, though it didn't hold for long before she squirmed and bounced on her feet. Code stopped by her podium and asked, "Could you introduce yourself?"
"I'm Riri," she answered, "And I, uh… I really have to go."
"Eventually, yes," Code said with a nod. "Seems like you might be a little over-prepared for the show."
"Juuuuust a little," Riri agreed.
"Did you drink some of the diuretic backstage?" Code inquired.
"Yeah, the whole bottle," Riri answered. Code's eyes widened as she heard that, and Riri looked around, worried. "Um… was I not supposed to…?"
"Even I only have a shotglass of it at a time!" Code told her. "Well, uh, you're going to have an interesting wait until your turn comes up, I think."
"Greeeeeeat," Riri groaned, wincing and bouncing behind her podium. "So, um, I'm not going to be the last contestant either, right?"
Code didn't answer for a second, then tossed her cue card aside and turned away without saying a word, leaving a bewildered Riri behind as she headed back to the front center of the stage. "That's all the interviews, folks, so let's start on the challenges!" Code declared to the audience with a dramatic sweep of her baton, prompting cheers and applause.
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Esayian vs. Code; Going the Piss-tance
"Esayian, you're up first!" Code declared, waving to him. She began to walk off away from the other contestants and Esayian stepped out from behind his podium to follow after her. In doing so, he revealed that he wasn't wearing anything other than the hoodie, earning some appreciative whistles and catcalls from the audience. Turning towards the crowd, he started sidestepping to better show off, letting his blue-purple cock with the crimson tip and underside swing back and forth in front of his balls for a moment before he hurried off after the host.
A large yellow curtain with the Raining Gold logo on it lifted up to reveal another section of the stage that had been set up in advance. At the back were two long benches like the ones found in a locker room, except they were placed parallel to each other so that they ran towards the audience. Two parallel lines of three archery targets had been laid out on the floor, and Esayian couldn't help but grin as he guessed where this was going.
Code led him to the benches, and then turned around to face him. "All right, Esayian," she began, waiting a moment for the audience's cheers and applause to die down. "This is a distance contest."
Putting both hands in the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie, Esayian flashed a confident grin. "Seems like I'm at an unfair advantage," he teased, wiggling his hips and showing off his dick a little more.
There was a brief chuckle from the audience, but Code just smirked. "You've obviously never seen me giving it my all," she taunted.
"Heh, no," Esayian admitted, before leaning in closer, flicking out his forked tongue. "Am I about to?" he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Depends how much of a fight you put up!" Code fired back, tapping Esayian lightly on the arm with her baton, garnering an 'ooooooh' from the audience. He merely grinned back at her, so she continued, "The rules are simple: hit the targets! The closer you get to the center of each at any point, the more points you get. The further away it is, the more it's worth."
"Do I get any bonuses for hitting the audience?" Esayian joked.
"No, but whoever's in the front row does," she replied, both of them getting a laugh from the audience. She stepped over to the bench and held up a large hourglass partially of yellow fluid, with the Raining Gold logo stenciled on the sides and top. There were also markings stenciled on its surface near the very middle of it to indicate the fluid level for various time markings like one minute, as well as the last five seconds. "Now-"
"Wait," Esayian asked, looking around in confusion, "Where did you just pull that from? It wasn't here a moment ago."
"Shush," she urged, holding it up. "We're both on a time limit, otherwise I know you and I would be here all night long trying to out-piss each other." He nodded in agreement with a smirk and she continued, "So, get into position. You're not allowed to leave the bench before time's up or you'll be disqualified."
She walked to the bench on their right and Esayian took the other one. Now that she was sitting down, it was all the more obvious that Code's outfit was bottomless, her slit exposed – something the cameras took advantage of by zooming in on it for a few seconds. Leaving her baton on the floor next to her she held up the timer, she began to count down, watching Esayian take hold of his cock in his right hand. "One!" She called out, and the audience joined in: "Two!" Just before continuing the count, Code flipped the hourglass over, calling out "PEE!" with the crowd as she set it down on the floor.
The moment she did, Esayian was already pissing, the arch of his stream gushing from his tip and up into the air, sailing towards the first target. The screens around the studio had a split-screen view of his stream and Code's loins as she lay down on her back, raising her legs and spreading them, flaunting her loins to the cameras and audience. By the time she had begun unleashing her own bladder, Esayian had already corrected his aim to bring the flow of his piss onto the target, bringing it closer to the center. "Easy money!" he declared as his piss landed in the bullseye of the target, a chime playing out from somewhere in the studio.
But Code wasn't far behind, with her index finger on the left side of her pussylips and her middle finger on the right to hold her slit open, letting her stream come out unobstructed. As Esayian began pushing his stream further with a grunt of effort, Code's reached the first target on her side, her position helping to make up for not having a cock to aim with. Their piss splashed on the linoleum studio floor as each one went for a target, and Code got to hers first, painting a line directly up the center of it until she managed to reach the bullseye, causing a differently-pitched chime to sound.
Cheers came from the crowd, but Esayian wasn't deterred. Taking a breath and clenching his muscles again to push his stream out further, he managed to splash the edge of the second target. Angling his cock slightly upward, he got just a little further in while Code was catching up, and it took another heavy clench to spray his piss harder so as to get it closer to the center. He was off by just a tiny bit and groaned as he only hit the second circle out from the middle, glancing over to see Code clenching her teeth as she pushed hard enough to strike the edge of the second target too.
The studio was filled with the sounds of their piss splashing – aided by the studio microphones that were being moved around up above to keep close to the points of impact as the cameras zoomed in on where their streams were landing. With a determined push, Esayian kept one eye open to watch his stream as it struck the second target, quickly adjusting his aim to strike the middle of it. "Yes!" he shouted over the chime indicating this success, relaxing the force of his piss a bit after that and pumping his other fist into the air.
His excitement lasted only as long as it took for Code to match him, groaning with effort as she lifted her hips up and sprayed hard enough to strike near the center of the target. She wiggled her hips back and forth, sending her golden urine splashing all around, and enough of it landed in the middle to sound the chime indicating she had caught up to him.
Esayian glanced down at the hourglass. Not long was left, only a little more than 30 seconds. He'd have to go for the furthest target. Shuffling as close to the edge of the bench as he could while still keeping his ass on it, Esayian took a deep breath and clenched his muscles as hard as he possibly could. But he overdid it, and a ludicrously powerful gush of urine shot from the end of his cock and struck the railings overhead holding up the studio lights, producing an audible metallic ring from hitting the hollow metal. Trying to aim lower, he then ended up hitting the boom microphone on his side, the thumping sound of his piss striking the cover audible to everyone in the studio before it was quickly moved out of the way.
"Power's nothing if you don't have control!" Code taunted before gritting her teeth again and strengthening her stream, reaching for the third target, but she had a problem of her own: her stream was losing cohesion near the end and breaking up into droplets. Esayian quickly lowered his cock and tried again, sending his piss spraying out almost but not quite as forcefully as he could manage. He still overshot, and this time ended up directly striking one of the cameras, one of the camera feeds in the split-screen view taking on a yellow tint for a moment before the cameraman casually reached around and wiped it off.
He didn't cut back fully and tried to angle his aim upwards while relaxing just a bit, only to hear the audience call out "Ten!" just as the edge of Code's spray struck the third target on her side.
Panicking, he glanced down at the timer, his stream going wildly off to the side and striking the side of the separated room they were in. He was almost out of time! Code was hitting the target, technically, though her rain of droplets prevented her from aiming precisely, and she was just having to hope she could get lucky and hit near the middle. Esayian quickly corrected his aim and began pushing again…
"Five!"
He overshot again, but was almost lined up…
"Four!"
Code grunted and her stream lost power as she couldn't keep pushing any longer…
"Three!"
Esayian relaxed a little too much and undershot, his piss splashing in a line briefly across the target…
"Two!"
In a last-ditch effort, Code groaned out and pushed as hard as she could, overdoing it and showering the camera on her side with lizard piss…
"One!"
Clenching his muscles one final time, Esayian pushed out a heavier stream that sailed through the air and over the target again. But then the audience called "Time!" and a curtain dropped down from above that both Code and Esayian's streams immediately began soaking and drenching, darkening the yellow fabric to a much deeper shade, until the two of them cut off their streams as the cheers and applause from the audience let them know how much the show was enjoyed.
The curtain lifted up again once they both got to their feet, and the cameras zoomed in on the final targets, a few wet spots still visible on the lenses of each. Code's spray had gotten as far in as the second circle from the center, but Esayian's last attempts to hit it had painted a V of piss across the target, and on the left side it cut right across the circle directly next to the bullseye. A yellow border lit up on the big screen's display of his target, and Esayian pumped both fists upwards with a "YEAH!"
Cheers and applause accompanied his triumph, as well as a shout of "YOU WERE GREAT!" from someone in the audience. He did a little dance before Code cleared her throat to get his attention, standing at his side with her baton in one hand again.
"That was close, but good job," she congratulated him. "Your prize money will be added to the golden pool!"
"I bet I could have gotten that if I'd had another couple of seconds," Esayian bragged.
"Maybe you can try again after we're done filming," Code teased with a grin. "But for now, get on back to your podium." Turning her head towards the cameras, she added, "And sit tight, up next we've got Felicia, who is going to be taking on a challenge of bladder control."
"Wait, I am?" Felicia's microphone picked up just before the Raining Gold logo filled the screen.
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Felicia; Swing and a piss!
The show's logo disappeared from the screens to reveal Felicia already in position for the next challenge. She had been suspended from the ceiling in a harness that supported her body, yet kept her face-down, with her legs spread and her knees bent, her ankles tied together. Her skirt and panties had been removed, and she was positioned to face away from the audience, naturally, giving them a clear view of her backside, a factor that was no doubt contributing to her substantial blush. Both of her hands were gripping the ropes that were attached to the harness at the front, and she looked up and around as Code approached her from the side and the audience's applause died down.
"Comfy?" Code asked teasingly, coming to a stop in front of Felicia.
"Um, enough, yeah," Felicia replied, wiggling a little in the harness. "It's a little… drafty."
"Almost everyone else here is bottomless, you might as well be too, yeah? Besides, you wouldn't want to get your skirt wet, would you?"
"Well, no…" Felicia agreed hesitantly.
Reaching out with her baton, Code lightly tapped Felicia on the side. "Moving on: you're stuck like that so you can't swing your legs. We wouldn't want you to cheat, would we?" she asked rhetorically, flashing a grin first at her contestant and then at the cameras. "Now, you see that flag over there? That's your target."
Moving back, Code pointed with her baton towards a flag with the Raining Gold logo on it, attached to a little pole, its base resting on top of a wooden platform hanging from the overhead supports for the lights. "Yeah, I see it," Felicia answered.
"Your goal is simple: grab it. All you have to do is swing up to it!" Code explained, turning back to Felicia with another toothy grin. "Of course, with your legs secured, and the ground too far away to push, that's going to be hard. If only you had some other way to propel yourself forward…"
Felicia gave a nervous chuckle. "That, um… is that really going to work? I don't know if I have enough in me to-"
"You did see what happened in the previous challenge, right?" Code remarked.
"Yeah, okay, fair point," Felicia conceded.
Suddenly holding up another hourglass, partly filled with yellow liquid and with markings on the side like the first, Code stepped back a little to get out of the way. "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction," Code elaborated, "so if you put enough oomph into it, and your timing is good, you'll be up there in no time. Sure, some of the laws of physics and maybe biology are suggestions around here, but not that one."
"Wait, what-?"
"One!" Code called out, ignoring Felicia's question, the audience joining in with her. "Two! PEE!"
Code flipped the hourglass over and set it down on the floor, and Felicia abandoned her line of inquiry to focus on her challenge. It was just like being on a swing, except, well… not really, at all. Knowing the audience was staring at her bare posterior made her self-conscious, but she was grateful that she didn't have to look at them while they watched her; that would be even worse.
Taking a breath, Felicia relaxed her muscles, but her nerves were getting the better of her, and nothing came of it. Of all the times to be pee-shy!
"Come on, Felicia, you can do it," Code encouraged. "Pretend it's just you and me, and we're in a car." Felicia gave a little squeak as the audience laughed, and Code added, "Those are all just voices on the radio. No-one else is watching!"
Felicia took another breath and closed her eyes. It wasn't exactly a position she would be in inside of a car, though. There was never enough room to lie down in a car, maybe one of those old vans though, or a sleeper cab, or… a camper van? Some of them had sleeping space above the driver's seat. Her mind wandered; she'd only been in one a long time ago when she was much younger. But what if she could get into one now and have free reign of it?
She squirmed a little in the harness as she let her imagination run wild, trying to picture herself in a similar situation: lying on her front, legs spread, knees bent, feet together, her rump pointed back. She could hit the whole inside of the camper van if she could only… just… relax…!
Her mental images did the trick, and she let out a little gasp as she felt a weak stream of pee start flowing from her urethra, splashing on the floor under her. But without any force to it, she didn't move at all, a fact Code quickly pointed out: "Go on, push! I pee harder than that when I'm down to my last drops!"
Felicia took another breath and pushed a little harder, sending her stream out in an arch that splashed on the stage a little more loudly, much to the audience's delight. Yet she still barely moved at all, only making the harness move ever so slightly, and she shook her head. She wouldn't get anywhere like this!
This time, she pushed as hard as she could, tensing her abdominal muscles and gritting her teeth. She let out a squeak of surprise when her stream shot out hard with enough force to move her forward a couple inches, but then she swung back, the forward force of her piss canceling out her momentum. She cut off her stream before Code could tell her to do it as she grasped what she needed to do, giving another hard clench to force her pee out once more.
Fortunately, after having already started to relieve herself, it was much easier to resume, another heavy gush of her pee jetting out behind her and pushing her forward. Her timing was a little off as she clenched her muscles to stop, leaving her swinging, and it took her a moment to resume again, losing some of her momentum. She was getting the hang of it, but a glance at the hourglass on the floor reminded her that she didn't have forever.
A shiver ran through her as she tried to figure out the rhythm. She had to alternate between squeezing her abdominal muscles to push out her piss, then clenching lower down to cut it off, relaxing whichever set of muscles she wasn't tensing. She was starting to make progress, pushing herself further and further forward each time she pushed out a strong blast of urine, then cutting it off when she swung back to let her momentum carry her, only to spray again on the way forward.
Code stood to the side, watching along with the audience, the cameras zooming in to get a clear shot of every gush of piss from Felicia's pussy. The hard sprays were very messy, sending droplets and smaller side-streams all over the very wet floor, the stream losing cohesion and breaking up into a shower of droplets after a relatively short distance. As she kept peeing as hard as she could, Felicia gradually swung further and further back with her loins at a higher angle, her pee getting perilously close to the edge of the stage. A thick wet line covered a large part of the stage floor under and behind her, with innumerable smaller puddles or droplets to its sides.
"Thirty seconds…!" Code suddenly warned with a tap of her baton against the hourglass, and Felicia's eyes widened in surprise before she narrowed her gaze with determination. Now that she was getting the hang of the way she had to tense and relax her muscles, she focused more on the timing, trying to only open the floodgates when she was all the way back in her swing arc. Every time she pushed, there was a momentary pause before she heard the loud splashing of her urine on the floor, and she had her eyes locked on the flag as it got closer and closer to her. She let go of the ropes with her right arm and stuck it out straight, reaching for the flag, still just a little too far from her fingertips. She was getting closer and closer to the hanging platform, and the flag itself was hanging over the closest ledge, so if she could just get hold of it…
"Ten seconds!" Code declared, but Felicia remained focused on her goal. On the backswing, she sprayed with enough force to hit the camera behind her, though she had no idea why the crowd suddenly laughed. On the next spray she touched the flag, her fingertips brushing against it, but she was swinging back again before she could close her hand, and she cut her stream once more.
"Five!" the crowd shouted. Again, Felicia waited until she was as far back in her swing to push out her piss again, and this time, she made it far enough to reach for the dangling flag. Swiping at it as she swung forward, her hand closed around the fabric as a "Four!" rose from the audience. Felicia swung back again and tugged the flag off the platform entirely, pole and stand included, briefly surprising herself before she gave a victorious shout and held it up.
"Well done, well done!" Code praised, tucking her baton under one arm so she could join in with the applause from the watching audience. "You had a bit of a rough start, but you got there!"
"Y-Yeah," Felicia agreed, panting softly. Now that she had the flag, she had stopped trying to clench or cut off her stream, and was surprised that she still seemed to have plenty of pee left inside of her. Turning her head, she looked back over her shoulder, seeing the immense mess she had made: the long and wide wet line with splashes and sprays all to its sides, the wider part she was pissing into right now that was spreading outwards, the end of the stage where her stream had broken up into a spray and showered the whole area, the camera that was glistening under the studio lights…
Felicia squirmed a little in the harness as she took in the sight and felt a sudden arousal burning within her, her stream beginning to wane after a few more seconds. "Um, c-could I head backstage after this for just a minute?" she asked bashfully, trying to keep her voice low while forgetting there was a microphone attached to both her shirt and the lapels of Code's tuxedo jacket.
Code just grinned in reply. "We'll get you down so you can enjoy the instant replay backstage, sure," she remarked teasingly, gesturing to one of the stagehands. "For everyone else, don't go away, we'll be right back after this commercial break!"
"…and a break of another sort, I think…" Felicia huffed under her breath, her blush intensifying greatly when she heard the audience laugh in response.
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Siridia vs. Code; Pisstruction Derby!
After the commercial break ended, the show resumed in a completely different location: to account for Siridia's size, she and Code were in a warehouse with the cameras broadcasting into the big screens inside the studio for the audience and other contestants to watch. The improvised nature of the recording area was obvious with the extra stagehands holding cameras and microphones, occasionally capturing another part of the crew in some shot or other. Siridia, at least, had enough space to stand freely, as the warehouse had been cleared of everything not needed for the current challenge.
That wasn't to say the warehouse area was empty – just that it was cleared of shelves. Each half of the warehouse had been arranged to look like open-fronted segments of a house, with furniture, fittings, appliances, and even a car parked in a 'driveway' at each end. At the furthest end of the warehouse was a pair of gray foxes in suits that were watching dispassionately, a far cry from the flamboyantly colored and dressed hostess and contestant. A huge yellow curtain with the Raining Gold logo on it separated the two areas, so that whoever was in one wouldn't be able to see the other.
The cameras were able to capture Siridia in her full glory now as well. The majority of her body was black, including the membranes of her wings, while the teal bands around her neck were also present on all four of her limbs, and matched by additional spots on the fingers of her wings. The membranes themselves were decorated with lighter green dots, and at the very ends they changed to a vibrant orange with black spots here and there. Her hindquarters had long, thin green lines marking her thighs as well as a single continuous pair of stripes on each side of her tail, and all four of her limbs were adorned with carrot-colored claws. She wore nothing at all, a fact that the cameraman behind her was taking advantage of to the fullest.
Since they weren't actually in the studio any more, Code had to wait for a signal to begin, looking past the cameras along with Siridia until someone gave her a thumbs-up. "Hello, and welcome back to Raining Gold!" she declared with a dramatic gesture. "You're just in time for the next challenge, and I'm going to be facing off against Siridia here."
"Ohh, I'm so excited," Siridia said eagerly, prancing about in place from one pair of feet to the other. Since she had no clothing, a lapel microphone had been carefully clipped onto one of her ear-fins. "What sort of contest is it?"
Code gave a chuckle and stepped back to let the cameras get a better shot of their surroundings. "Well, Siridia, the rules here are simple. We have the same amount of time to try and cause as much damage to our half of the set. The catch is that you are ONLY allowed to use your piss to damage or destroy things! If you step on something or scratch it with your claws, that won't count – water damage only!"
Siridia gave a nod. "That makes sense to me."
Gesturing to the men in suits at the far end, Code went on, "As neutral parties to assess the damage, we've got the help of Gelb-Dusche Flood Insurance, our sponsors for this segment." Fishing a cue card out from her pocket, she read off its contents in a much less interested tone: "Gelb-Dusche Flood Insurance. Affordable protection from natural disasters. When your house is underwater, we'll bail you out." Her lapel mic barely picked up her "Well, I've heard worse…" mumbled comment as she slipped the cue card back into her pocket, turning her attention back to Siridia.
The dragoness leaned in closer towards Code, lowering her voice. "Do we get anything for spraying the insurance agents?" she asked in a teasing tone.
"That's its own reward," Code retorted quietly with a chuckle before returning to her normal voice. "Now remember, the winner is whoever causes the most monetary damage. Whether you try to hit as many things as possible, or take your time for total destruction, is up to you." Pulling an hourglass etched with the Raining Gold logo out of seemingly nowhere, she held it up in front of the cameras, showing that the bottom half was filled to the brim with yellow liquid. "We've got the maximum amount of time allotted for this one. Are you ready?"
"I've been dreaming of an opportunity like this for years!" Siridia answered, starry-eyed. "Yes, I'm ready!"
Code held the hourglass above a nearby folding table that had been set out for the purpose. "Then let's go, on one!"
"Two!" Siridia joined in, barely able to hear the audience elsewhere in the studio calling out as well.
"PEE!" they both shouted in unison, as Code flipped the hourglass over and set it down. Both of them dashed off in separate directions, with the cameramen dividing their attention between the two.
"Where to start…?" Siridia wondered to herself for a moment. The fake houses had a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and yard, or at least quickly set up facsimiles of those. It made sense to start at the closest spot, so she headed for the bedroom, where there was a bed, dresser, and closet, as well as a computer desk with a computer tower, two monitors, and a printer, and an office chair in front of it.
On the opposite side of the curtain, Code's setup was practically identical, just mirrored. Heading straight for the desk, she climbed up onto the chair and then the desk, which was able to support her weight. Both monitors connected to the computer were showing just the Raining Gold logo, but that didn't last for long; lowering her hips slightly and spreading her legs apart, Code unleashed a hard stream of piss down onto the top of the computer, splashing straight through the grille on the top.
Her urine struck one of the case fans, which promptly sprayed it all over the inside of the computer, visibly dousing the clear plastic panel on the side. The computer held up for a couple of seconds before something shorted out, the LED lights inside the case all going out at the same time that the monitors went dark. With the fans coming to a sudden stop, Code turned her attention to the monitors, not bothering to stop while turning and facing them before showering both of them in a stream of lizard piss that she moved back and forth by waving her hips…
But all of that was nothing compared to what was happening on the other side of the curtain.
Siridia had walked into the half-open fake bedroom and then turned around, lifting her tail and hips while lowering her front. Turning her neck so she could watch, she let loose with a huge, heavy stream of piss that struck the bed, pouring down onto the middle with a flow rivaling a garden hose. The camera on her side zoomed in on the action as she drenched the bedcovers easily, not even needing to move as she saturated them so heavily that a puddle formed on top and spread out, staining the fabric yellow. Siridia smiled and watched as she kept spraying until her piss flowed over the sides of the bed, and then, she simply moved her hips to the side.
The heavy flow of her urine was not aimed very well, but it didn't need to be. The entire computer tower on the desk was drenched in moments, with enough of the dragoness's fluid pouring into it to immediately render it non-functional. The monitors fared even worse, both of them being knocked over and landing against the wall behind them. The printer at the edge of the desk bore the brunt of her stream after that, with all of the paper in its tray soaked through in moments, some of it being knocked aside, while amber fluid ran straight through the internals and began dripping out of the bottom almost immediately.
Content with all of that, Siridia swept her hips back again to give the rest of the room a spray, dousing the clothes in the open closet in one sweep, then giving the carpet a good drenching with a back-and-forth wiggle of her hips. Satisfied, she moved on to the living room next to wreak havoc there: the large TV was her first target, with its live feed of her own camera displaying on it. Siridia looked back at the camera with a playful smile before starting to spray her urine on everything behind her once again, the image on the TV warping for a split second before cutting out sharply. The bookshelves that had been set up were drenched in dragon pee in moments, and Siridia swept her stream messily back and forth over the armchair and sofa at the far side of the room, finishing off by utterly drenching the sound system next to them.
On the other side of the curtain, Code continued her route, oblivious to the destruction reigning on Siridia's half of the warehouse. Going for the valuable items, she skipped the TV that was too high for her to pee into, instead focusing on the stereo and speakers on her side. She stood before it with one leg raised, holding it up with one arm while keeping the other arm and her tail out for balance as she messily hosed down the speakers one at a time until the excess urine spilled out and onto the carpet under them. The stereo itself was next, and Code sat on one armrest of the sofa before leaning back with her legs spread much like she had done during the first challenge of the show. An arch of her piss sprayed up the front of the stereo before she wiggled to move it back and forth, giving it a thorough soaking. It was messy and she missed often, but that didn't matter; every extra splash on the carpet or the bookshelves was just extra points as far as she was concerned.
From there she advanced into the kitchen, where there was an island counter along with the other counters and cupboards set out in a line along the back wall of the fake-house. Climbing up onto the back counters, Code hung onto the handles of the cupboards so that she could slide her legs in underneath them, allowing her to start pissing on some of the appliances there. The toaster was an obvious and easy target, spraying her stream into both slots at the top one after another. For the coffee maker she paused to reach down and flip open the top of it before letting loose, moving on in similar fashion to drench an air fryer, a rice cooker, and a bread machine, each of them getting opened so she could better soak the interiors in lizard piss.
Yet on Siridia's side, those same appliances never stood a chance, each one getting hit with a strong blast of dragon urine and soaked through in moments, the powerful stream knocking over most of them, in addition to finding every little crack or seam that would let it reach the internals. Siridia was backed right up against the island counter, and the things on it were temporary obstacles at best to the power of her potent stream. A stack of cookbooks was knocked to the floor in a puddle of piss, a spice rack and all the bottles of spice in it were similarly scattered, and tins of flour, sugar and other ingredients were sent flying with loud metallic crashing sounds. She stopped briefly to reach out with her tail and tug open the door of the oven, then resumed pissing at full blast into it, until a loud beep played from somewhere above.
"Thirty seconds!" Code shouted out since the audience wasn't with them, and both she and Siridia hurried on to the last part of the challenge: the car. Both of them had identical white cars, and they had been given vanity plates: Code's read 'RAINING' and Siridia's spelled 'GOLD', with the cameras focusing on both simultaneously before returning to the contestants. Without much time and looking to cause as much damage as possible, Code went to the side of the car and flipped open the door covering the gas cap, twisting it off and tossing it aside while standing on her tip-toes to line up. The camera crew that had followed her along zoomed in to get the best angle they could as she pissed into the tank, producing an echoing splashing sound.
Siridia, meanwhile, was able to simply straddle the car and sit herself down on top of it, positioning her pussylips above the open sunroof. Humming to herself and swishing her tail excitedly, she unleashed her powerful stream once again, spraying the inside of the windshield and the entire front console. It was a view the camera crews were all too eager to capture, and the nearest insurance agent leaned on for a better look as well. As dragon piss poured into the car, it soon began flowing out through the bottom and under the doors, even as a series of loud beeps began to count down the final five seconds. In a last-ditch effort to maximize her score, Code rushed to the nearest front door, tugged it open, climbed inside and leaned back to spray the console with more piss, but she only got a couple of seconds' worth in before a loud buzzer signaled the end of the contest.
Departing from the cars, Code and Siridia both walked towards the insurance agents at the end of the warehouse, trading places with them. The curtain in the middle lifted up, and Code's eyes went wide at the sheer amount of destruction on Siridia's side, obvious even at a distance. "I don't think we even need the suits to do their thing!" she exclaimed to a very smug-looking Siridia.
"Can we, though? I want to know my score!"
"Of course, of course," Code agreed. There was a fade-out to the Raining Gold logo on the screens and then a fade back in, with Code and Siridia still in the back warehouse area, saving the home audience from the wait.
A very self-satisfied Siridia was wagging her tail as Code held a cue card. A pair of road signs with seven-segment displays had been positioned behind them, showing the total dollar amounts of the damage both of them had caused, with a sheet of paper taped onto Siridia's hastily to add an additional digit to the count, two orders of magnitude higher than Code's total.
"Well," Code remarked, "I know when I'm beaten! Congratulations to Siridia for her outstanding victory!" She tucked her baton under her arm to clap, with one of the insurance agents in the background joining in on the applause as well.
"Oh, I had a lovely time," she replied with a pleased tone. Just as Code was about to leave, Siridia craned her head over. "That was a lot of fun. You barely got your half, though, so would you mind if I stayed here to pee on it while you do the next challenge?"
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Yira; Pee-cycling!
The Raining Gold logo covered up the screen for a moment before sweeping out to reveal the next challenge set up and ready to go, much like its contestant. For this one, Yira was by himself in a separate room with only a table in front of him, upon which was a carefully arranged pyramid of fine crystal wineglasses, each with the Raining Gold logo etched onto them. It had been bad enough for him to be fourth in the lineup, but it didn't help that the previous challenge had had an extensive wait at the end for the final score to be tallied up, and unlike the viewers at home, Yira hadn't gotten to skip it. He was still wearing his hoodie, but had taken off his shorts since his earlier interview.
As a result, while Code was out with the other contestants, taking her sweet time to walk to the center of the stage, Yira was left by himself in his struggle to avoid a premature spill: both hands between his legs as he hopped from one leg to the other, gritting his teeth. His muttered "Fucking hell… hurry it up already…!" was caught by the lapel microphone clipped to the collar of his hoodie, and he gasped sharply from another wave of desperation threatening to drench his lower body. If not for how tightly he was squeezing his dick with both hands, he would probably have already pissed himself. Several remotely-controlled cameras in the room he was in allowed the audience and viewers to keep an eye on him, but he had the room to himself.
Out on the stage, Code gripped the end of her baton and twisted the end with the white cap, then held it close to her mouth, revealing its secondary purpose as a microphone. "All good in there? We can wait a little longer if you need it," she remarked, her voice being transmitted into the room Yira was in.
The audience laughed briefly and Yira shuddered in place, eyes squeezed tightly. "I've been ready to go since before this thing started!" he grunted, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
Code chuckled briefly. "Well, let me just explain the rules first, and you can finally get some relief. You see all those wineglasses in front of you, right?"
"Y-yeah," Yira groaned out.
"This challenge is a test of your commitment to recycling," Code joked. "You told me earlier you didn't want to waste a single drop, so I don't want to find any pee left behind when the timer runs out. So piss in the glasses, then drink it all back down – and don't… spill… ANY!" As she gestured with her free hand, the monitors in the studio displayed a CGI pitcher full of urine with the total of the available cash prize overlaid on top of it. "The more you spill, the less money you'll get for winning, and it goes down fast! Any filled wineglasses when time is up will eat into your prize money, and don't break them either: you'll get penalized AND you'll run out of space!"
"Got it," Yira forced out through gritted teeth. "Nngh… can I fucking start already?"
"Just gotta do the countdown first!" she told him, making Yira groan in frustration. Without taking her eyes off the TV screen she and the contestants were watching, Code took out another one of the big hourglasses with the Raining Gold logo on it. "One!" she and the audience called out together as she raised it up. The other contestants joined in for "Two!" and as the studio collectively yelled out "PEE!" Code flipped over the hourglass.
Yira immediately adjusted his grip on his cock to one he could aim with, closing the fingers of his right hand around it and pressing the bottom of his hand deep into the white pubic fur around the base of his dick. Snatching up the topmost glass from the pyramid with his left hand while keeping his cock in a death grip, the blue-scaled dragon almost made it in time but his legs buckled just as he nearly had the glass in place. Yira's piss splashed onto his left hand briefly, and he got the glass under it just in time so that the drips fell into it instead of on the floor, clumsily maneuvering the end of his cock into the glass before finally ceasing his resistance.
His piss blasted into the bottom of the wineglass, the flow spreading out due to his forescales still covering his cockhead. "I didn't fucking spill any!" he asserted as he let go of his dick to hold the glass in his right hand, allowing him to raise his left, driving the point home with a "See?" As one camera focused on the rapidly-filling wineglass, another remained on his hand as he brought it to his muzzle and licked his urine off of it, shaking his head afterwards from the bitter taste, then letting out a gasp. "So don't take it out of my prize!"
Yira's attention was quickly drawn back to the glass: as it filled up more and more, his powerful stream produced a hefty head of foam, the sound of it grew higher and higher pitched, and the curved shape of the glass meant that it was filling more rapidly closer to the top. "Oh, fuck," he blurted out as he quickly tried to cut off his stream before he overflowed the glass, tilting it to be more level, able to feel the heat of his piss through the wineglass's surface. But he could only stem the flow, stopping it for a half-second and no more before it picked up again. His bladder control was sorely lacking after holding it in for so long…
Quickly, he reached out for the wineglasses to grab another empty one, bringing it close to the first, letting his cock rest on the rim of the glass. Holding the two glasses adjacent as the level of his piss got perilously close to the top of the first, he took a deep breath and clenched with his abdominal muscles again to try and stop his stream. Again, he was only able to bring it to a halt for not even a full second, but in that moment he moved the glasses to swap in an empty one, just barely completing the swap before his pee started to flow once more, splashing into the bottom of the empty glass.
Yira grunted and set down the almost-full glass, taking another empty one to prepare for the next swap. The glasses weren't all that large, undoubtedly on purpose, and he was filling them rapidly, his legs shaking as he finally got to unload his aching bladder after being denied a release for the entire first half of the show. Preparing to make another swap, Yira watched the fluid level get higher, steeling himself to make another switch, taking deep breaths, and then clenching his muscles to stop his stream.
But after holding it for so long, his abdominal muscles were exhausted and he only just barely got his cock moved from one to the other in time, his spray ringing audibly off the side of the crystal glass. He wouldn't be able to do that again, that was certain. Setting down the filled glass, he was about to reach for another empty one, but squirmed a little in place: how the fuck would he do the next swap-over when he couldn't stop himself from pissing for even half a second?
His eyes remained on the stream gushing from the end of his dick, and an idea came to mind. When the glass began to get full, instead of taking another one, he reached for his cock and grasped it gently, positioning his thumb and forefinger near the tip. Just as the thick layer of foam almost reached the top, Yira clenched his muscles to stem the flow as much as he could, while sliding his digits forward to pinch his forescales shut.
His stream stopped completely, though one single drop was left on the end of his forescales, and he wiped it off on the inside of the glass as he quickly set it down. Already, despite how much he tensed his belly, his piss was flowing again, making his forescales start to swell out; he didn't have much time, so he quickly reached for another glass, almost fumbling and knocking it over in his haste to grab onto it. He could feel the pressure within his forescales as his piss swelled them out like a balloon, making him grit his teeth again and shiver. The moment he had the glass in place he stopped pinching and rolled his forescales back entirely, exposing his pink cockhead with a great gush of urine accompanying it as his forescales were emptied out. Retracting them also allowed his stream to shoot out in a narrower jet but with more force, once again loudly ringing off the crystal glass. Gradually the fluid level filled, with barely any foam this time as he kept his aim on the side of the glass, sending a sheet of urine down the inside of it that the cameras were all too happy to zoom in on.
Finally getting close to being empty, Yira grabbed another glass and was able to make another swap just by clenching his muscles, draining the rest of his bladder into the fresh glass as his stream weakened, pushing on occasion to force it out faster. Ultimately by the time he was forcing out the last squirts the glass was only half full…
…but he was only half done with the challenge.
Holding his cock and tapping it on the edge of the glass before rolling his forescales forward again, Yira held up the half full glass, taking a deep breath. "Well, bottoms up," he said before bringing it to his mouth and tipping his head and the glass back together. The warm, salty liquid washed over his tongue and made him shudder, and though he was able to swallow it, he coughed afterwards, putting the glass down heavily on the table and groaning at the sight of the other four nearly-full glasses he still had to get through…
"Two minutes!" Code called out over the speakers.
"Fuuuuuuck!" Yira groaned, picking up the next glass. He took a sip, only to screw up his face and shake his head afterwards. If he'd known this would be his challenge he would've drank more water…
He'd have to chug it. Steeling himself, Yira raised the wineglass to his muzzle again, trying to start swallowing the moment his warm salty piss reached the back of his maw to minimize how long he could taste it. He managed two mouthfuls and then had to stop, grimacing, before forcing down the rest in a quick series of gulps. One down, three to go…
Yira picked up the next glass, almost raising it to his mouth, then lowering it again. He couldn't stop now, he was so close! Determined, he started chugging the glass of his piss, trying to power through it, ignoring how much he wanted to spit it back out. Even though he managed to down the whole glass, he set it down and then groaned afterwards, holding his stomach with one hand and leaning on the table with the other. "Fucking… energy drinks…" he grumbled, shaking his head, regretting his beverage choices.
"One minute!" Code warned, and Yira picked up the next glass, taking another heavy breath. He was halfway there. And the money! He tried to think of that to distract himself as he raised the glass: with the prize money he could really treat himself, maybe go on a holiday to somewhere with a nice beach and- ugh, so salty! Yira swallowed the mouthful of his piss he had sipped and then gasped, breathing again before going back to drinking, managing two more mouthfuls before another grimace. Opening just one eye, he saw the glass he was holding was nearly empty, so he knocked it back before setting it down and taking heavier breaths to recover. He still had-
"Thirty seconds!"
Yira took hold of the final glass, but didn't lift it up. The thought of having to drink more of the warm salty fluid made him groan again. He'd barely managed the last one. But he was so close…!
Raising up the glass, he almost drank from it, then shook his head and groaned. He still had the salty aftertaste from the last one in his mouth. He wanted some actual water to drink, and badly. He brought the glass to his lips, but didn't drink, squeezing his eyes shut. He was nearly there, but he didn't know if he could stomach it…
"Five!" Code and the crowd began counting.
"Fuck," Yira groaned.
"Four!"
Taking a deep breath and holding it, Yira tipped his head back and began chugging the glass's contents as fast as he could. Even though the heavy salty taste made him shudder, he powered through it, telling himself over and over that he wasn't going to quit at the last hurdle. The crowd got down to "One!" before he slammed the glass down triumphantly onto the table and pumped his fists into the air, shouting as loudly as he could in wordless triumph. He didn't care that he was flaunting his dick to the cameras, he was just glad that it was over.
"Well done, well done!" Code remarked over the speakers. Sarcastically, she added, "No trouble at all, huh?"
"Ahh, go fuck-" Yira began before holding onto his stomach and groaning loudly. "Uugh… I need some water!"
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Riri; Pee Incredible Machine
The cameras followed Code as she walked over to where the final challenge had been set up in another side room that was open on the audience's side, where Riri was waiting – and very impatiently. Both hands were between the green-furred husky's legs, gripping directly at her pussy since she was bottomless, much like the hostess and the other contestants. She was bouncing on her feet whenever she wasn't hopping from one foot to the other, her eyes closed tightly as she fought a visible internal war with her own bladder.
Other than Riri, the only other thing in the side room for the challenge was a large stainless steel contraption placed in the center, with no obvious purpose: it had ramps leading in and out of its sides, a paddlewheel, and numerous other odd bits and bobs. The flat parts of the surface had been liberally decorated with the Raining Gold logo, and it even had one of the large hourglasses filled with yellow fluid attached to the top of it in a holder that would allow it to be spun over. A cage had been set up around it to prevent anyone from getting too close, though the wires were thin and spaced widely apart.
"You hanging in there all right?" Code asked as she arrived at the room and found Riri with her trembling legs bent.
"I am… absolutely bursting to go," Riri said through clenched teeth.
"I'm amazed you haven't wet yourself already," Code remarked while walking around the machine in the middle of the room.
"I already did," Riri whined. "Twice."
Code blinked in surprise and then hurried into position. "Okay, well," she began, speaking very fast, "You need to turn on this machine, just activate the individual bits, you're not allowed to touch it directly so you've gotta use your piss, understand?"
"Yep…!"
Poking her baton through the cage around the machine, Code pressed the white cap against the upper side of the hourglass. "Then let's go one two pee I'm going to find a doctor please don't sue bye!" she blurted out before spinning over the hourglass with a quick push and then rushing off-stage.
Riri tried to take a step towards the machine, but it was too much for her and she let out a shuddering groan as a cascade of urine poured through her fingers and onto the floor. For a moment she stood with her head tipped back slightly, her eyes rolled back as the pressure in her bladder began to lessen, only to shake her head and snap herself out of it. If she was going to piss herself three times in a TV studio, she wanted to at least get the prize money to make up for it!
The closest part of the machine to her was a tube made from four wires, but it twisted upwards just as it entered the cage, and then back down to make a ramp before going into the side of the machine. A ping-pong ball with the Raining Gold logo printed on it rested at the end of the tube, and Riri got the idea, moving a little closer even as her piss spilled down her inner thighs and spread the puddle of husky urine that was already on the floor. Fortunately the tube was at just below waist height for her, so she moved close to the end and stood on her tip-toes to strike the ping-pong ball with her stream.
It moved forward, reaching the ramp, but stopped there and then rolled back slightly. Fortunately the wire tunnel made it easier for her to try again, and she stood on her tip-toes to send her stream a bit further, splashing the wires, the ping-pong ball, and the floor underneath with her stream. Again, the ball rolled forward and up to the ramp, but lacked the velocity to go up it, and it rolled back.
It was obvious that she'd have to hit the ball with a bit more oomph to get it over the ramp in the wire track. This time, she stood on her tip-toes and pushed harder with her abdominal muscles to force her stream out harder, splashing the ball once again; it rolled halfway up the ramp, and then back down, not good enough to cross the hump. Grimacing, Riri tried again with the same results, and shook her head. She'd have to keep her stream on it for longer somehow, but how…?
Experimentally, she gripped at the cage with one hand, continuing to piss on the floor all the while – it wasn't like she could stop herself. The cage was firmly secured, and while it wouldn't be comfortable to climb on, it would at least give her some elevation. Sticking her feet through lower gaps in the wire cage, she thoroughly doused the end of the wire ramp as well as the closest side of the machine with piss as she messily splashed it all over while moving. With the extra height she took aim again as best she could, pissing off to the side at first before she moved her hips to try and line up with the ball again.
Her golden stream struck the ball and pushed it to the bottom of the ramp, but without any strength behind it, it merely stayed in place – just as she wanted. With a grunt, Riri sprayed harder, sending many droplets off to the side but hitting the ball with enough force to push it up the ramp a bit. It wasn't enough to get it over and it fell back down, so she tried again, and this time moved her hips along with it to keep the spray of her urine on the ball. This time it went up higher, slowing near the top of the hump but finally clearing it, running down the far side of the ramp and into the machine itself.
"Yes!" Riri declared triumphantly as she climbed down from the cage, pumping a fist. "No!" she groaned a moment later as she saw a single green light turn on at the top of the machine – next to three other unlit ones. She wasn't done yet, not at all.
Looking over the contraption, she decided to go for the paddlewheels next, an obvious target near the bottom of the machine. However, they were held in a housing with only a small square opening at the top, so she'd have to be precise. Sidestepping over towards the paddlewheel and splashing piss all over the floor along the way as she went, Riri pushed her hips out until they almost touched the cage, sending her stream in through a gap in the stiff wires.
She hit the side of the machine first, then the floor, then the housing of the wheel as she tried her best to aim just by moving her hips. The puddle of husky urine under the machine got bigger until she finally got her stream into the hole, and she was able to see the wheel inside spin through the side of its housing, but wasn't able to keep on-target for long and the wheel stopped as she went off-target. Spreading her legs and grabbing the cage with both hands for stability, Riri shifted her aim back towards the wheel, splashing the machine's side again before she finally lined back up properly.
The wheel within began to turn and the excess urine spilled out of the bottom of the housing, but it was hard to keep her stream steady. As she began to drift off-center, Riri quickly tried to correct herself, overcorrecting for a moment and spraying the floor again before fixing her aim and splashing the wheel for another few seconds before a second light came on next to the first. Halfway there!
Next there was a funnel connected to a flexible plastic hose like the kind used on clothes dryer vents, with a copious quantity of duct tape holding the funnel in the opening and sealing it up, a length of string holding it up. It seemed like an easy part of the challenge, and Riri lifted one leg and rested her foot on a horizontal bar of the cage as she took aim. The wide mouth of the funnel was a big target, but she immediately saw the complication the moment her stream struck it: the funnel and the hose weren't anchored to anything, so the force of her piss immediately sent it swinging to the side and out of the path of her pee.
Twisting her hips, she tried to follow it, only pissing on the side of the funnel and knocking it away from her, and then it swung back the way it came. Riri turned again and briefly got some more pee inside before the funnel was knocked away again; how was she meant to do this one? Trying to aim at the very center of the funnel could work, but she'd already seen how hard it was to keep her stream steady…
"One minute!" the audience called out behind her, and she glanced at the hourglass, seeing the yellow fluid level already down to the '60' mark stenciled on the side. Returning her attention to the funnel, she frowned; this was a situation where she needed her stream to have less power, not more. That was a lot harder to do! But maybe…?
Getting an idea, Riri backed up from the machine and crouched down, pissing onto a previously-dry part of the stage for a moment. Then, leaning back, she put her hands behind her and pushed up her hips with her legs spread apart. Her piss flowed up in a shallow arch, starting to break up into droplets just after its apex, raining onto the side of the hose. Raising her hips just a bit more, she barely managed to clear the side of the funnel as it swung slightly from side to side, the droplets showering into the top of it with much less force than her stream had been hitting it with directly. A lot of her pee missed and sprayed all over the funnel, the hose, and the machine, but the individual droplets lacked much force and it was easy to stay on-target until another green light came on.
Riri got to her feet quickly, but there were only about 30 seconds left, and she needed another one. Footsteps behind her signaled Code's return, but Riri only gave her a quick glance; the hostess was holding some papers in her free hand and was panting for breath after her run, bent over at the waist, possibly intentionally treating the cameras to a clear view between the legs.
There were far more widgets available than lights on the top, so at least she didn't have to do all of them – she just needed a fast one. Circling the machine while still splashing piss down her inner thighs and onto the floor, Riri quickly tried to look for a gadget that she could do in a hurry. There was a pair of buckets on a scale, but there was probably some trick to it… a single bucket hanging from a lever, but that would take too long to fill…
"So… good news… for both of us…" Code managed between pants for breath.
There! Riri spotted a big green button and took aim at it. Her piss splashed over its surface, but it barely budged; she'd have to piss harder than that.
"It'll… wear off… eventually."
"Good," Riri replied, her mind more focused on the matter at hand. She clenched with her abdominal muscles as hard as she could, and while she shot a powerful stream of piss out as a result, it went wildly off-target and struck the machine again well above the button.
"Just stay… hydrated… until tomorrow."
"Ten seconds!" the audience chimed in, only adding to the pressure.
Squatting down and holding onto the cage, Riri tried again. This time, she was too low, and she blasted a gush of urine into the enormous puddle on the floor around the machine, spraying droplets everywhere loudly.
"Five!"
Riri lifted her hips, but only partially – and the third time was the charm. A hard gush of her piss blasted against the button just as the audience reached "Three!" and the button was pushed inwards, lighting up the fourth green light on top of the machine. There was a bang and confetti shot into the air from tubes on the side – all yellow, of course – and Riri slumped back in relief, still uncontrollably pissing onto the floor in front of her.
"Well done!" Code praised, stepping closer, tucking her baton and papers under one arm to applaud for a few seconds as she caught her breath. "I'll have to… catch the replay in… the editing room. You can… stop peeing now."
"I literally can't," Riri mumbled. "But I think I'm nearly empty…" For a few seconds, Riri just took heavy breaths of her own, then opened one eye. "So… what was the good news for you?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, right!" Code held up the papers, taking a deep breath. "I found the legal waiver you signed!" she declared before breathing again. "So you can't sue us!"
She grinned widely, and Riri sat stunned for just a second before turning on the floor, legs spread wide, shooting Code an unamused glare as she pushed out her stream as hard as she could to soak the lizard's legs, wiggling her hips back and forth to make as big of a mess of them as possible.
"Yeah, I had that coming," Code conceded with a mirthful chuckle, stoically enduring the golden shower. "Go on, then, and when you're done we'll get you your winnings."
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Outro
The Raining Gold logo took up the full screen and then disappeared to reveal the center stage again, with the contestants back at their podiums – more or less, since Siridia still had to stick her head through the side curtains, chatting with one of the insurance agents from her challenge who was standing next to her podium. Riri was fidgeting in place with her legs crossed again already, Yira was sipping from bottles of water with two empties already on his podium, and Esayian was waving to and posing for someone in the audience, leaving Felicia joining in with the audience's applause behind her podium.
"Well, that was a grand success, I think!" Code declared as she got to the center stage, sweeping her baton for dramatic effect. "I'm going to have to make these challenges harder for the main series, though," she added, garnering a small laugh from the audience. "Regardless! You all won quite a pool of money, so… let's make it rain gold!"
She pointed her baton dramatically towards the contestants, and suddenly gold coins began to rain down on them from above, their shiny surfaces catching the stage lights and glittering. The rain of coins caught all of them off-guard, but Felicia was the first to notice something was amiss as they all started reaching for the coins.
"Hey!" the otter declared, picking at one of the coins that had landed on her podium, "These are just chocolate coins!"
"Yeah, we couldn't dump real coins on you," Code admitted with a shrug as the audience's applause peaked, "Safety reasons and all that. You can keep those if you want, though, but you'd better stash them quickly, those stage lights are hot. You'll get a check on your way out after the show."
Striding away from the contestants who were either grabbing the coins or snacking on them, Code left the contestants behind to approach a display covered by a large yellow sheet. Grabbing one edge of it, Code dramatically tugged it aside to reveal what was underneath.
"In addition to their winnings, all our contestants – both now and on future episodes, whether they win or lose – will get this selection of swag for their participation!" Code announced, gesturing to the tables and display stands that had previously been covered up. "We've got t-shirts, baseball caps, towels, and – my personal favorite – waterproof bed linings, just in case you did want to try this at home," she joked, grinning at the nearest camera.
Pointing to another display with her baton, she went on, "Our winners are also each taking home a set of these fine crystal wineglasses! Yes, the same type as the ones in Yira's trial." Lowering her voice, she remarked, "Except for him, he gets to keep the very same glasses he was using for that."
With another gesture, she continued, "And finally, everyone gets their very own Comically Oversized 'Raining Gold' Hourglass." Five of them were arranged in an approximate circle on the last table in the set, the bottom halves completely filled with yellow liquid. Tapping one of them with her baton gently, Code flashed the audience another grin. "I filled them myself," she teased, winking at the camera.
Finally, she stepped away as the cameras began to pan out. "That's all for this time! Keep an eye on your schedules – and inboxes – for the next episode and for future contests to pick more entrants! Until then, stay hydrated!"
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