Fruit Bat Facts



	Note: This might be a primer for a small ongoing series. I am just dipping my toes in the water for now. I want to explore what a more naturally developing kink relationship might be with less judgmental parents. This is not to say that what I am writing should ever become normalized, but rather a thought experiment utilizing what already seems to be a rather supporting and healthy relationship held in a fictional universe.

	It should also be mentioned that in this version, I take the more anatomically accurate approach to the canine character wherein their genitalia is more akin to canine than human. Penises are smooth along the shaft with a knot near the base that swells under stimulation. Vaginas are three-lobed spades that appear similar to the shape of a fortune cookie. This is to align with Dr. Bandit Heeler's approach to canid-based evolution theory as opposed to primate-based evolution.

	Summary: After catching up to Jean-Luc, Bluey decides to regale him with the story where she builds up the courage to overcome a haunting nightmare that. Desperate times call for desperate measures and for a dream that causes her to wet the bed, there is only one way to get rid of it. Her honesty gives her parents difficulty on how they should help.

	Fruit Bat Facts

	"You do not have to talk about this if you do not want to," The black Labrador laid down on his side after entering the tent. Then, with an arm outstretched, he rested a paw beside Bluey's wrist.

	"I think it's good to talk about, Jean-Luc." Bluey said with confidence in her voice, but a hint of concern began to seep up, "I want to let you know how crazy my life has been before we do whatever else we do tonight."

	"But is it not a, uhm, traumatizing event, no?" Jean-Luc's eyes were searching Bluey's for an answer he could not yet comprehend.

	Now confusion twisted the Heeler's muzzle until she snapped to a realization. "Oh, no! No, no. I think there is a misunderstanding. I love my parents and they have never abused me like that. If anything, I was the in-sti-ga-tor!" She drew that last word out with pride and a paw placed on her chest having just discovered it in her new book that she read that evening.

	Speechless, but not against the idea, Jean-Luc's snout dropped while his eyes latched onto Bluey's with a raised brow.

	"And that is why I am telling you this. It will so much more sense if I just tell you about it." Bluey took Jean-Luc's paw unto hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze, patience, and kindness behind her smile and gentle gaze.

	"That's how it usually works with her" Mackenzie pulled his head over Bluey's shoulder to give Jean-Luc a reassuring tip of his muzzle before retreating back to his mound of blankets.

	Jean Luc had heard about open relationships in his lifetime, but that was mainly stories from family and friends that made their way from France through his Quebec homeland. This was his first time personally interacting with one. This was a chance to learn more about the strange adventurous girl that he had been wanting to see for more than half of his life.

	"Okay then. Tell me about this 'Fruit Batty Time' please." Jean-Luc squeezed back finally after letting his gaze meander around the dimly amber-lit tent.

	Bluey returned a smile and an additional squeeze before releasing her reunited friend, "Hold onto your bladders then Jean-Luc, for a really wee-rd story!"

	"Did you just make a pun?"

	"Yes, now listen up!" She took a moment to settle down and ready the mood. "When I was six years old."

	Immediately, Jean-Luc jumped in. "Six?!"

	Hah! Mackenzie laughed from his blanket pile. "Give 'er a chance to speak mate!"

	"Oui. I mean Yes! I mean, sorry." Jean-Luc relaxed back on his side and rest his head on his pillow.

	Bluey had an eyebrow raised in a threatening position before she allowed herself to calm down "As I was saying…"

	***

	When I was six, I saw some fruit bats fly out at night. This made me jealous that fruit bats didn't have to go to bed, but I did. I really wanted to stay up late just like a fruit bat. When I told my dad that, he went on to joke that since fruit bats hang upside down, they would wee all over themselves! Even though I knew Dad was joking, I thought that was the coolest thing in the world. Dad thought I'd like it too. Even though he was playing now, it would for sure happen eventually.

	That night, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was a fruit bat and flew around looking at my family's dreams. Dad had just scored a try in rugby and Mom was playing a life-sized game of pop-up-Pirate. I didn't see Bingo though. I went around flying, hanging out with some fellow fruit bats in a tree! I ate a bunch of different fruit. For the longest time, I loved that dream. That all lasted up until I was about fifteen. That's when the dream returned, but it wasn't as nice the second time around.

	It was about ten years after that when I started having a nightmare based off of the same idea of being a fruit bat. There wasn't any particular event that set it off, it just popped into my head! It could have been the fruit salad I had for lunch that reminded me of eating a lot of fruit in the first dream, but whatever caused me to think of it again turned into a scarier version.

	That night when I found myself a fruit bat again, I flew around as usual and started to feel it turn today. When I hung on a tree to sleep. in-dream, I failed to doze off a few times. I couldn't figure out what it was until I realized that there was a sense of pressure in my belly. It turns out that I had to pee! I ignored the sensation and thought that I could hold it until morning and successfully fell asleep in the dream, but after an undisclosed amount of time, I woke up to my new upside-down world desperately having to go. There was a bit of a snag though: I couldn't let go of the branch I was sleeping on. I felt paralyzed! I had never felt anything as horrifying as being stuck upside down in a tree with a full bladder without any hope of getting away!

	I remembered that bats couldn't just land on the ground to pee or else they couldn't get back up. They're too weak to jump with their wings. This only made things worse! Out of panic I just let go. Not the branch, but my bladder.

	I was expecting to feel myself all gross and covered in wee, but luckily my real self woke up from the pure shock just in time to hop out and go to the toilet. While I sat there, I was so embarrassed. I had gotten over potty training ages ago and I thought if I should tell anyone else, but I didn't want to make it look like I was having bed-wetting issues.

	I kept this dream to myself for the longest time because I thought I was a big enough girl to take care of my own problems. But no matter what sort of thing I tried to get rid of it, the nightmare just kept coming back! I stopped drinking water right before bed and resisted drinking any in the middle of the night. I took my tactical wee just in case there was anything left over too. I hated having to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night much less every time I woke up. I went through the trouble of dragging myself through the dark and fumbling my way to the toilet and bearing the bright light only to see nothing come out.

	Dream after dream, it was the same thing. Fly around, try to sleep, then wake up almost wetting myself. Fly, sleep, wee. Fly, sleep, wee. This pattern continued until when I was about fifteen. That was when I actually did end up wetting the bed.

	I must have drank too much water or something, because the pressure was too great for my subconscious to ignore. It felt like a buildup of energy that just needed to get out of me that no run, or scream, or punch could satisfy. The pressure had a mind of its own and it took control of me. In the dream, I pissed everywhere! Like, laser beamed up against the branch and then splattered on my face! That's when I woke up and found out that the dream had come to life.

	It was nearly as bad as I had imagined. At first, I felt nothing. Then the eerie warmth soaked my legs as I sat in silence. I felt heavy like I had just become a burden for someone. I would need help and I didn't want anyone to see that mess! The smell wasn't too good either. Instead of water, I had an orange soda with dinner, and I could smell it on the sheets. Fears that I haven't had in ages began to creep in and find their old hiding spots that shook me when I started to listen to their whispers of doubt.

	I was turning into a baby again. They told me. I couldn't control myself. What would Dad think of me when she catches me doing my own laundry? Will Mum make me wear diapers again? These were just a few thoughts and questions that pelted my sanity. It began to become my whole world. I didn't want to be seen as a little kid again! I was almost done with going through puberty and I didn't need another complication to freak me out. But here I was at fifteen, wetting the bed like a scared toddler!

	I must have been breathing pretty hard because the next thing I remembered was Bingo taking my paw and telling me to take a few breaths.

	"Bluey, hey. It was just a dream. Breathe in slow and easy, It's just me." Bingo reached up to pet my shoulder to make sure I was already breathing slower from her comforting contact. "Count to four when you breathe in. Then count again when you breathe out."

	I almost pulled away out of embarrassment, but even as her nose twitched when she smelled my mistake, she didn't act surprised or offended. Not even her ears twitched. She's so much like Mum in that way. I almost cried. She stayed close and I hid my teary eyes in my younger sister's shoulder.

	"That must have been one bad dream to wake you up sopping." Bingo said when I calmed down. She pat my back a few times before she began to help. She tugged off my bedsheets and put them in a pile on the floor.

	"It's that stupid dream I keep having!" I wiped an eye and used my right hand to grip my left arm as I stood, still smelling like piss in the middle of the room.

	"What dream? Is it one with planets?" Bingo tilted her head as she used some of our body wipes to dab off some of the more intensely affected areas of my fur.

	"Planets? No. This is different. I don't think I told you about it."

	I explained it to her with as much detail as I could muster and soon enough, she nodded with understanding.

	Let's go to the school nurse tomorrow. From what I understood in my health class, there could be a few things that might be causing you to get up like that. She owes me a favor, so I am going to call it in on checking up on my big sister." Bingo stood up, and opened the door, giving her tired tail a wag, "I can help put the bed sheets in the wash while you shower if you want."

	"Thank you, Bingo. You're the best sister I could have asked for." That got her to smile and wag her tail.

	That night went on without much of a hitch using "spilled juice" as my cover story for the mess that only got me a minor lecture on bringing foodstuffs to bed. Otherwise, bingo was a great help and saved me from even more embarrassment from my parents.

	The following day, I met up with Bingo at school and braved the nurse's office. They helped me clear away a lot of the fears I had while, but still left me guessing what the real source of the trouble was. We easily ruled out drinking excess fluids and even reassured me that a small glass of water before bed is just perfectly normal. We discussed a lot of the scarier causes of nighttime urination, and they had to do with various infections, diabetes, or even an enlarged uterus. After a scan of the area and a couple other tests, everything looked to be in order. I was as healthy as a young adult could be.

	The nurse recommended a psychologist, but even though I took the card, I wanted some time to think about this before spending my parents' money on a noodle doctor. I was thankful to have gone to get a checkup at the school clinic, but I don't think I was ready to have my mind poked at just yet. I went back to square one and went over to Bingo's room that night to ask if she had any good ways of getting over reoccurring dreams.

	"I don't think I have had a dream come back before." Bingo was in her bed peering over her astronomy course assignment before glancing over at me. "I hardly dream at all nowadays. But what works for me is taking deep breaths before falling asleep. It usually helps me from having to worry about occasional nightmares. So, maybe try meditating?" She then gave a soft shrug with an unsure look on her muzzle. Her ears flicked down then, but sprung back up as she waged her tail. "If anyone can get over this pesky bat dream, it's my awesome sister!"

	That made me smile and wag too. "Thank you, Bingo. I hope you're right. It seems like it makes sense. You have been such a wonderful help." And after a reassuring smile, I went off to bed once more this time with no dream whatsoever.

	***

	The next day was the start of a new week at school which allowed me to get some advice from Mackenzie. I wanted to ask if he has some sort of ritual to keep bad dreams away while I was walking with him to his rugby practice. We began dating around this time, and so I figured that if I ended up having to explain to him my embarrassing story that it might serve a double function of establishing a moment of trust and a litmus test to see if I could be honest with him even if I ended up spilling the beans. I didn't really need to worry about the test since I got a straight answer right away.

	"Hey, Kenzie."

	"Yeah, Bluey?"

	"I had a few bad dreams that keep coming back. Do you know any good ways of stopping it?"

	"Ah. I don't really dream a lot now than when I used to."

	"Aw, no. Why?"

	"Yeah, well, when I wind down for the night, I usually tug one out. I don't really have any dreams after that."

	"What do you mean? I have never heard of that phrase before!"

	"Ah. You're gonna think it's gross, Bluey. It's sort of a 'boys' thing. And it's kind of embarrassing."

	"What? Since when has 'boy stuff' stopped me? Is it too embarrassing to talk about in front of your girlfriend?" I rang that one out to tease him as I gave him a poke to his side.

	"Ay! Stoppit!" Mackenzie fought back with a flail of his arm and a half-grin before he pulled me close enough to get his muzzle close to my ear. It was a little exciting, but all that excitement dropped when he told me. "It means masturbating."

	I stopped cold in my tracks. "What? You can't be serious!"

	"I told you!" At this point, he pulled away before I could do anything, but kept walking as he explained. "I think it has to do with something about dreams helping to reorganize stress, and if I relieve my stress right before sleeping I don't have any stress to dream about. I don't do it to purposefully evade dreams. I just end up doing it because, well, I think of things."

	"What sort of things?" I was curious really. I kept up with him and wanted to hear what sort of things enticed my new boyfriend's arousal.

	"I won't lie, Bluey, but sometimes I think about you. Other times, I run across things on my phone. I get curious about what this word means or what that thing is called. Soon enough, I'm using some tissues to clean up this white stuff that I got all over my paw!"

	"Yeah, wow. That is pretty gross." I was more mortified that my own boyfriend wasn't really thinking of me all the time, but after a moment I came to the realization that sometimes even I get aroused by things that aren't Mackenzie-related. So, that's just normal. There was still a chance to get closer to him and that's when I sprung onto his arm. "Tell me how I get you excited!"

	With me latched on, he couldn't do anything really but stutter and I could feel his ears grow warm. "H-hey! I thought this was going to be about your dreams! Not my stiffies."

	"Well, now it is!" I held on tightly and snuck in a devilish kiss that landed on his cheek. There was a part of me that wanted to show him that I was very much interested in sex, but I didn't like being so direct about it. I didn't have any condoms on me and I wasn't sure that he did either, so there wasn't anything we could really do today. I would love to talk more about this part, but I think I am going off on a tangent here.

	I watched the rugby team practice, and I thought about what I needed to do. I really wasn't one for masturbation, and when I did, it only made me stay up more. I decided to try it that night anyway.

	That was a bust. That night, I snuck in a couple rubbing sessions. I woke up without a dream this time, but I had to sprint to the toilet in the middle of the night. I sulked on back to bed soon after I relieved my bladder of its pitiful contents. I was becoming irate that this wasn't going anywhere. So, I decided to try one more time to talk to someone about it. Although this time, it was two someones.

	I didn't really know how to put it. Talking to my parents was always clumsy because I felt a disconnect between us. There was, like, a wall that kept us from seeing eye to eye. I wanted more of a connection with them like we had when I was little, but now with both of them working full time, it was hard to make time together outside of my school and their jobs. I decided to reach out anyway, mustering up all the courage I had, expecting that the truth would set me free.

	At first, I kept it brief. I wanted to ask my Mum first about what she does to get over a bad dream and if there was anything she knew to make sure it doesn't happen again. "Mum. I have been having these rather intrusive dreams lately and I was wondering if you knew a good way about getting over it."

	"Aw, Bluey. I'm sorry to hear that, love." She looked over at me from the kitchen sink before giving me an empathetic look.

	I nodded, then came up to sit on the counter, folding my hands in my lap. "It's something that's been bugging me and it's always about one thing."

	Mum hummed and tipped her head in thought. "Well sweetheart, if it's dealing with a certain fear then you might want to try rewriting the dream. I heard that's how it's usually done. Before falling asleep, think about a different ending that makes you the hero!"

	Just as I was about to give her a little insight into my situation, Dad chimed in. "Aw no! Are you having nightmares, kiddo?" Dad had just climbed down from his office in time to hear this. I wasn't too keen on letting him in, but I was willing to listen to what sort of zany idea that he was willing to broadcast. "If I had to pitch in my two cents, I think reenacting my nightmares in real life gives me the strength and power to overcome the fantasy fear."

	I couldn't help but giggle when my chunky dad pretended to flex his muscles. But I returned to a state when I realized that I might have to intentionally wet myself. I stared at the floor and let my mind wander. I wondered what it might be like to be like a fruit bat. Would being upside down be that bad? It would take a lot of strength to get over weeing myself. I looked back at Mum and Dad and folded my arms, not really knowing what else to do with them as I tried to prolong the inevitable. "Even when that fear is weeing yourself?"

	Embarrassment instantly made my ears flush as soon as I said it. I thought I fudged it then, but all Mum and Dad did was look at each other with silent concern before Mum put down the dishcloth and came over to me. "Would you like to talk about this further in our bedroom?" Mum was smart. Bingo might be back from her mathletics any moment, so I took her up on her offer.

	We padded over to their room, all while I kept quiet, tugging down at my ears as I began to think about what to say. It was a bad habit, but I didn't care in that moment. Inside my mind, the thought of what Dad said rolled around. We learned in class, that roleplay was one way of overcoming a difficult situation that you had with someone else, but maybe it worked for solo play as well. When we entered their room, I had gained a little bit of my confidence back.

	"Alright, Bluey. what is this all about this dream, ay?" Mum took a seat on her bed and pat the spot beside her which I was hesitant to take. Eventually, her expression softened into a more worried look that waited for my answer, so I sauntered over and plopped down next to her.

	"Well, remember the time I dreamed that I was a fruit bat?" Now, dad joined in and took my other side. I tipped my ears at him and soon, he rested an arm behind me. I could feel his warmth and support as I leaned up against Mum. When she nodded, I went on. "Well, before that, dad was joking about when fruit bats wee on themselves upside down. I had another dream that keeps coming back to haunt me. This time instead of just flying around, I just really need to wee. I was able to wake up in time before I made a mess, but the last time it happened, I didn't really make it."

	That's when Mum glanced at Dad with a hint of worry in her eyes as he nodded this time and took a breath before he spoke slowly. "Aw, mate. I'm sorry I gave you nightmare fuel. Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up and pinned it on you like that."

	He took a half-scooch away to give me some distance, but I leaned over towards him to give him a squeeze before he could completely get out of my reach. His squishy body was nice to hug and I wanted him to stay and listen. "I don't blame you at all. If anything, I'm blaming my bladder for waking me up at night!" That's when I explained that I went to get a checkup, but didn't want to get involved with a psych.

	"So…" I hung onto that word as I tried to determine if what I wanted to say was what I really wanted to happen. It was. I remembered all of the role-play and pretending I did when I was six. I looked up at my Dad after I took Mum's hand.

	"I want to try your method first. If I can get over this fear by facing it, then maybe it won't happen again."

	Confused now, both of my parents exchanged more looks one more time before returning their concern to me. "Bluey, what do you mean?" Mum spoke first and set a paw on my knee. I looked at it and felt a cool stillness in my chest and a new confidence took hold of my thinking.

	"I think I'm going to wee on myself. After all, I did think I might enjoy that when I was little. Maybe it is time I finally answer that question of whether I would or not for myself." I looked into Mum's eyes which seemed to still be searching mine as though there was something more to this than I could explain out loud.

	Her expression grew weary before dad spoke up. "You know what, I think we can make this work for you, kiddo."

	Mum didn't act as surprised as I thought she would, but I could still tell she was still hesitant towards developing his idea further. "Bandit. You can't be serious." She leaned forward in mild disbelief, but I heard a curious tone in her statement. "Do you think we should allow encouragement of that sort of behavior at her age?"

	"I mean," Dad took a moment to shrug and come up with his explanation. "It's like letting a kid try beer. They'll hate the taste of it and stay away from booze until they're older and lost their sweet tooth." The paws that he raised in the air fell with a shrug to his lap along with his muzzle that tipped down to his chest, as though it were a silly explanation. "At least, that's what my pops did for us kids."

	Mum let out a sigh but shook her head with something like a half-grin. "Alright, I don't know about this, but I don't really see the real harm in this. Just, don't go out making a mess that I would have to clean up."

	And just like that, a pang of fear pushed its way into my chest, replacing the cool calm with frigid anxiety. "Uhm-." I started but began to lose my voice when all I could think about was getting the carpet soaked in piss or ruining the hardwood. If I made too much of a spill, I was sure Mum and Dad would get upset with me and it would ruin their day. Maybe even their entire life!

	A warm reassuring hand from Mum traced a soft, wide circle on my back with her open paw to pull me against her. "Hey. Are you afraid of getting more than just yourself messy?" I returned a curt nod while I stared off at the wall as she went on, but I listened to her. "If you want to use the shower as a wetting spot, we won't judge you for that."

	"Yup! He's all yours! "Dad agreed and gave my shoulder a tasteful fist bump with a smile. "It wouldn't be the first time ol' mister shower has seen some urination action! Although, it would be his first time seeing inverted urination action!"

	That seemed to cheer me up a bit, and soon I was back to my giddy self for the most part. "Thank you, Dad. Mum." I hopped off the bed and hugged both of them. "I'm sorry this has been hard. I just don't know what to say."

	"I'm just glad you can trust me and your mum to talk about this sort of stuff. We were afraid we lost you when we tried to explain the birds and bees." Dad ruffled my head before hopping up to stretch as Mum went on.

	"Thank you for telling us about your personal fears, Bluey. I don't know many other parents who talk about this sort of stuff with their own kids." She looked at me and almost teared up. I saw the shimmer, but before she could let one loose, I dove into her and nuzzled up into her chin. She looked like she needed a hug, plus her smell always comforted me. This time there seemed to be a bit more in her scent that mimicked my own excitement.

	I made a mad dash out of their room to the bathroom where I immediately shut the door before a bewildered Bingo who had just freshly arrived home could have a chance. I heard her call out "Hey!" and "No fair!" from behind the door.

	I got everything set up and ready, I even ran the water to cover the inevitable sounds my pee would make when splattering over the tile. I carried my towel to its rack, opened the shower door, started the water, and directed the showerhead to the wall so I wouldn't immediately get wet. As soon as I felt the water warm up, I took a breath and slowly stepped in. I looked around me, noticing that there was a slight disconnect between the way I normally use it and this time where I would be using it for my unintentional first watersports experience.

	My heart raced at finally being able to get over this silly nightmare, but there was something else to it that I couldn't yet put my finger on that was beyond just accomplishing this lofty goal.

	I took a seat on the wet shower floor, then glanced out through the glass to peer around. No one else was going to come in and I was safe here. The usually busy and shared room felt sterile but ensured a sense of security despite the odd sensation of feeling alone. The smaller space that the shower created around me felt different. I thought that I was using it as a place I could pee myself safely. I could have just peed in the shower, but I wasn't sure how far I should go to reenact this dream.

	After thinking, I decided to go as far as possible. I couldn't really hang from any bar, and hanging from the shower door wasn't safe. Huddled there with my chin pressed to my knees, I had to figure out a way to get myself upside down. There was no branch or bar here that I could hang from my legs. so the best I would have to rest on my shoulders and prop myself off of the wall.

	I took a few breaths to center myself and listened to my body. I felt the droplets on my coat still when the micro-splatters of water bounced off the walls. That was going to be my piss in just a moment, but there would be a lot more of it.

	There was only one way of getting it done, so I started to put myself into position. I squatted close to the edge of the shower's tiled wall and rolled onto my back. The tile felt cold for a bit, but after a breath or two, I got used to it. I began to get shaky when I lifted up my legs to rest my heels on the wall, trying to ignore some of the scum that the grout held as I wiggled my body so that my butt bumped up against the corner. I then began to do this weird inverse climb action. I shifted my legs up inch by inch as I wormed my shoulders, back, and butt up the wall until I was leaned up against my shoulders which took the pressure off of my back.

	Breathing was difficult now, I could feel the weight of what is usually under my head now jammed up in the wrong way around. This made my neck hurt a little bit, so I scooted off the wall so that I could relieve some of that sensation. I used my arms to help prop up my butt and spread more weight to my elbows when I felt the strain of the position take hold. Too bad I wasn't a real bat, otherwise this would have been almost a natural movement.

	Finally! I was ready. I took one more breath to relax and closed my eyes. This was it, all these dreams would soon be over and I could sleep normally without the fear of wetting the bed again. This was my moment. Soon I would be warm and wet with my own pee! I continued to breathe and reminded myself to relax before I could get too excited.

	I tried to keep those thoughts in the back of my mind as I listened to the water rushing but found it silly that I was acting like a silly kid. I tried to be still and relaxed. I thought I did a good job. I was ready to get wet!

	Nothing came out, not even a trickle. I was confused at first, but after a push and nothing happening, my heart sank. I couldn't believe it. I tried to relax again, but the forced calm wasn't having any effect on loosening my tract up any more than what true relaxation instilled.

	Disgruntled, I let out a groan and lay there for a moment to see when peace would finally come to me. However, the tile seemed to be sapping the warmth from my legs and bum even with the warm water running. The water made it feel worse actually. I was ignoring it, but small droplets of water had been splashing down into my eyes and up into my nose too. I tried to blink and rub my nose on my chest, but that made me wobble and lose my balance.

	From my carefully constructed position, I topple over sideways and banged my knee on the glass door with a sharp thunk! It rattled its metal hinges from the impact, but when my foot came to meet it, I unintentionally made it swing open.

	"Fuh-dge!" I cursed with pain and guilt and saw water trickling out and getting the floor wet. Once again, panic took over.

	The door handle jiggled and Mum called through, "Bluey? Are you okay? Bingo needs to use the toilet."

	I took a moment to process the irony and managed to pull myself into a more cohesive state. "Yeah! Yeah, I'm done!" Quickly, I turned off the water to the shower and wiped off any mysteriously foggy butt-shaped prints from the glass panels and tile. I wrapped myself up in a towel before limping out of the bathroom. "I just, uhm-" I glanced at my concerned sister and then over to my Mum. "I'm sorry."

	As Bingo rushed by me, Mum looked at me and spoke in a low voice. "How did it go?"

	"Ay! It's all wet in here!" Bingo called out behind the door.

	This caused me to flick my ears back with guilt. "I couldn't go."

	"Oh, I'm sorry Bluey. Erm, peeing upside down is tricky stuff." She said this like she knew what it was like. Typical parents. I didn't hold that grudge, but I felt like she was being helpful at the moment. "Maybe you just need to drink more water or something."

	That was more like it. I looked up at her, nodded silently, and gave her a hug, but pulled back quickly when I realized that I was still sopping wet. "Ah! Yeah. Sorry. Thank you, Mum. I'll go and try that."

	She sent me off with a half-smile and soon I was in the kitchen, treading water pilling up a glass of water to chug down and refill again to sip through the rest of the day.

	I would have to wait until the bathroom was clear and maybe wait a while until there was enough to go.

	As I thought about that in the kitchen, I still hadn't dried off. I turned back to see my wet footprints which I remembered too late.

	"AH!" I heard Mum yell. "THE FLOOR, BLUEY!"

	***

	With my wet mess cleared up, we all had dinner together, and then it was time for me to take my usual shower. This time, I grabbed two new towels and headed to the bathroom. I was prepared more this time; more than I ever was before.

	But, before dinner, I snuck away to my room with my third glass of water to do a little research on the hand-me-down computer I got from Dad when he bought a new one for the office. I opened a private tap(Thanks to Machenzie's instructions) and tapped the search bar. I typed in "How to pee upside down" and clicked on the first result for a website that seem to answer questions in general. One of the users had already asked my question and so I looked for a response. A lot of them didn't really answer the question and preferred to talk about something called "watersports" but I had no idea at the time why people associated peeing with jet ski racing. Only one answer seemed helpful, the commenter claimed that it took a lot of concentration to relax the muscles that surround the urinary tract. I thought what I was doing was enough, but maybe I needed to concentrate more.

	I tried one more site just below the other and after sorting through similar comments like the first, I found one more answer that seemed reasonable. A user told a story about how they went to the zoo and observed a monkey peeing while hanging upside down in his mouth. In! His! Mouth! Other people were impressed with his aim than disgusted by the action, I was more shocked. I moved on after reasoning that if a primate could pee upside down, then I could too. I would just have to keep it away from my mouth. After recovering from that invasive thought, I hopped up to go wash.

	So, there I was. The shower stood in front of me like it always had, but now we had a new relationship. I had four cups of water in my fruit bat belly now and the wall was going to be my tree. I took a breath, turned to close the door, and set up my towels. One hung on the rack, and another laid on the floor just in case there was a repeat of last time. I could feel my bladder start to beg for release. I smiled, determined and this time turned the shower head so that it wouldn't splatter as much on my face and picked a better spot to climb up, repeating the same scooting motion as before. I was careful to avoid the water because if I was going to get rid of this dream, I might as well dive in and feel it happening for real. Even though I had a light dinner, moving felt more difficult this time and my bladder's fullness was preventing me to utilize my full range of movement. I didn't let that get in my way as I giggled with excitement when I finally reached the top. I stared up at my feet from my inverted position and settled into place. I felt more comfortable now so I sighed and reached a paw up to feel the insides of my legs and their softness. Soft things help me calm down, I thought to myself, "Maybe this'll help."

	With the background noise of the water and my newfound confidence, I took deep breaths, listening to what Bingo had told me last night. I concentrated on my lower belly and bladder, letting my body know that it was alright and that it was safe to let go. I gave myself some soft pets along my spade and remained relaxed. I felt my heartbeat slow as my body started to open up. I heard it before I felt it. It wasn't the cartoonish hiss that you make fun of with your friends, but more of a bubbling with a stream's trickle. I guess the trick to doing this was drinking more water in the first place.

	Something was off though, there felt like there was so much inside of me that it wanted to get out all at once. My heart raced when I saw that the stream had grown in power and looked at it while it began to reach my muzzle. I closed up with a hard jolt. When I was able to relax enough to uncurl, I felt the weight of my own piss spread out on my belly and chest. I also felt my paw was wet too. I took a sniff to find out if it was water, but I peed on my own paw! I only imagined that it would go down my belly, but there I was with pee on my fingers.

	The quick shunt also caused me to cease up. I experienced something as shocking as pain but turned out to be more like a surprise made me dip into another panic. This was all too new, I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't do all of my research! I failed again. Again!

	***

	Instincts took hold of me in the midst of my panic and before I knew it, I fell over backward onto my knees which stunned me completely which allowed me to roll out unexpectedly. I couldn't stop what I was doing. I wanted to pee, but not like this! My body was already in its mutiny and it betrayed the behaviors instilled in me since birth. Those reinforced actions broke when my primal reflexes kick in. I felt my belly drain rapidly when I could no longer control it. I mustered the strength to get up and make a desperate break for the toilet. I didn't have time to dry myself or even turn the water off.

	***

	It was worse than before. By the time I had gotten to the toilet, I had left most of my mess all over the floor in a slick, translucent trail that spanned the shower door and toilet bowl. I sat there as I emptied myself, listening to my body to see if it had any shame. I internally cursed myself since I made an even bigger mess than before.

	Thanks to my planning, the showerhead wasn't raining water through the open door, but I did see that it was still making a little puddle. However, that paled in comparison to my piss-trail. I could smell my scent emanating from the splattered path that I made when I wobbled over to the dunny. I saw that it hadn't just stopped at the bowl either; that my legs were soaked with my own pee too. I laid my muzzle in my paws to try and relax as I trickled the last of my contents into the toilet. Immediately, I wrenched my head away and flung out my arms as the lightly salted taste of my own urine riddled my lips. I had forgotten about the pee on my paw. I wanted to cry.

	This shouldn't be happening. I was a good girl who did what she was told. Who always apologized whenever she did something wrong. Why did this dream have to come back and make my life a twisted torturous reality? Would I ever be able to sleep normally again? Would I have to use rubber mats and change out my bedsheets every morning? I dreaded each time I had to change the sheets once a month. I would have to do that every day! I just hated making my bed. It was such a chore! I feared that I would become a chore, that I would have to rely on others to keep me dry.

	I began to tear up as I felt like the world was about to cave in around me. I dashed out in a panic in hopes that I could hide in my room to forget about everything and wake up in a world where I didn't have the stupid fruit bat dream in the first place. Instead, I hit something and fell to the ground. I had blindly rammed into Dad's soft belly. As if things couldn't get worse.

	"Pwoah! Hey mate. Ya good there?" He came down on one knee and held me still even though I was trying to frantically crawl around him. He was still stronger and more determined than I was. I gave in when He held me to his chest. He even stroked my head and let out soft reassuring hushes. "Hey, hey. Shush, shush there. Bluey, what's gotten into you?"

	The rare nakedness that had shown through my matted and soggy fur made me feel exposed. All I could think of was that I failed myself. With eyes watering and buried into Dad's chest, I cried out. "I can't do it! It'll never happen. The Universe doesn't want me to wee myself."

	It didn't sound silly at the time, it meant everything to me in that moment. "It won't go away. I'm trying so hard to get rid of this stupid dream. What do I need to do!?" I cried out into his chest as he pulled me close.

	He let me go on sobbing even though I was doused in my own pee that melded with salty tears in my wet coat. "If you're having trouble going, then maybe you just need to drink a bit more water. That always gets my stream nice and clear. Dunno if you really pay attention to that, sort of thing. Us guys have the innate ability to, well. Never mind. I'm getting off track here." He took a shift back and gave my shoulder a firm pat. "You do what you gotta do to make yourself comfortable and get over that silly dream."

	That didn't help one bit. It made me almost furious that he was trying to fix a problem that he didn't understand. "That's not it! I tried that and that's what made this happen!" I pointed to the bathroom to where that wet trail was in between sobs.

	That's when he sniffed at me. He glanced down at my legs and I thought I could feel himself get worked up. I tucked my head and prepared myself for the worst. I had forgotten who my dad was at that time. Instead of a lecture, he gave me one more hug before standing. "Tell you what. Let's get this mess cleaned up and you can tell me what happened. Okay, mate?"

	I began to wipe my eye but remembered about my messy paw and switched hands before clearing my face and nodding. I marched into the bathroom, flushed the toilet and soon behind me, Dad was at the doorway with a couple rags that must have come from the garage. While he began at one end of the mess, I turned the shower water off, took the towel that was already wet, and began to slowly work my way toward my dad. We worked in silence apart from the constant sniffles that I made before they left their own mess on the floor. We met in the middle when the rag and towel converged with a mild squelch.

	I got up to get my dry towel, but Dad stopped me and shook his head. "Nah kiddo. Let's get you washed up first then we'll take care of this later." He motioned toward the shower, let go when I nodded, then went over to turn the valve back on.

	He held the door open for me and soon I was at the threshold of the glass enclosure for the third time that day. This particular spot in our house had started to feel like it was the setting of my demise. I brought my hands up to my chest as though I were clutching my heart to attempt to give myself some comfort, but I still couldn't get in.

	Dad must have noticed my hesitancy. He had knelt on the floor and was about to pick up the soggy towels when saw me staring at the water. He told me that I looked traumatized. While still frozen in place, he laid a paw on my shoulder and stood at the side.

	"Look. This isn't normal, so this must call for some special handling." When I looked up at him, he was scratching his head as he usually did when confronted with a couple choices and was unsure whether he could continue talking.

	"Are you thinking about keeping me company?" I pulled my shoulders in tight to make myself a little smaller. I felt silly for proposing the idea.

	"Eh, yeah." He shrugged. "I'm not sure what you need, so I'm trying to help out in any way that I can."

	"Yes, please." I slowly reached out and pulled him by the hand before I stepped into the shower. "I just need someone here for me right now."

	I felt him resist at first. "Ah. I just meant outside, but…" When he saw the necessity mirrored in my expression, he piped down and followed me in.

	It was a tight squeeze, but Dad managed to press up against a wall with a slightly uncomfortable look. He gave me enough room to wash up my messy coat, wipe my eyes, and blow my nose. It was still a little awkward being matted down like this in front of my dad. To be fair, he was too. I stole a couple of glances at him between rinses while he mostly stared at the walls with arms crossed over his chest, trying not to be too concerned with me.

	"Don't forget the bits, okay?" I think he tried to say it nonchalantly, but I did hear a hint of nervous wavering in his tone, probably wondering how Mum would take the report of tonight's events.

	I began to roll my eyes but stopped midway through when I thought about how he was just trying to help and that a part of me was taking it for granted. I finished making sure that my crack and cookie were cleaned well while I continued to think. It was nice having him here, it made me feel like I could trust him, and he gave me a sense of pure calmness that I could have used earlier. I didn't feel like a burden at all.

	When I was finished with my final rinse, I turned to him. He looked at me like he was ready to answer a question I was about to ask. Instead, I reached out and gave him a hug, squeezing my little arms between the hard, chilly walls and his warm, squishy back. I stepped up close and pressed my nose into his fur to take in a breath of his wet scent, I wagged my tail when I looked at him through squinted and smiling eyes.

	"Agk! Bluey—" He began to protest and shift up out of my grasp, but I held tighter.

	"Thank you, Dad." I said into his moist belly. That shut him up.

	I savored the moment of our bond with a squeeze. When I wiggled closer so our bodies were touching I could feel the same sort of excitement between his legs that Mackenzie gets when we hug for a while. It was his sheath that had pressed against my belly. I guess This was nature's way of showing that he liked me. It was a long day, so I ignored his arousal and instead dwelled on the security and comfort that he infused me with that hug.

	"That meant a lot to me." Before things could get too awkward, I pulled back and took his paws, ignoring my racing heartbeat.

	"Ehm. Yeah, kiddo. I'm just trying to be a good dad." He smiled at me and then nodded at the water valve. "You all done here then?"

	"Ah. I think so," I nodded, turned off the water, and went out to dry myself off after a good shake.

	It was only after this that I realized that I had put Dad in an awkward position on two accounts. One, that I had brought my own dad into the shower with me. Two, that he had no towel of his own.

	I apologized to him after he shook off in the shower. "I am sorry that I brought you into this mess. I don't really mean the pun, but I guess it works. I forgot that you didn't have a towel."

	Dad, being his chill self, chuckled and shook his head. "Nothin' to worry about, mate. Your old man can handle himself. Plus…" He came over to me to ruffle my ears as I stood still drippy. "I would do just about anything for you, Bluey." He took a moment to let the words sink in. I took that at face value. It took me a bit longer to comprehend the extent of what he meant.

	 "Now, let's wring these dry." He pointed to the wet towels on the floor before he headed over.

	The cleanup was easier than I thought. It felt very grown-up of me to clean up my own mess instead of running away and letting someone else deal with my mistakes. Dad and I squeezed and rinsed out the pee-soaked cloths until they smelled less like me and more like dirty bathwater.

	"Hold up. I'll be back with a basket to set these up in the wash." He didn't wait for a reply and headed straight for the door.

	"But Dad! You're wet!"

	All he did was shoot a couple of finger-guns at me halfway through the door and sauntered down the hall out of sight leaving behind wet footprints, and one confused orange sister.

	"I'm not going to ask," Bingo said with eyes that remained surprisingly unamused after a moment of thought and then walked to her room.

	All I could do was snicker and shake my head, smiling at my silly dad who allowed me to forget the horrific experience I had and turn it into a reminder that I wasn't alone.

	***

	Night turned into morning without much fuss. I woke up to a dry bed with faint memories of a rather intense dream. Dad was there, and Mum was too. I couldn't tell what was happening much beyond the feeling that I was showing off my skills as a "Wizz-kid." A title that belonged to someone who weed on things with expert aim. I think I even recreated my fruit bat dream by hanging upside down and taking a leak. I didn't pee in my mouth like the monkey though. I don't think so at least.

	I was waiting on the couch for Bingo to finish readying up for school when Dad asked if I wanted to talk with him and Mum in their bedroom again. I followed him with curious thoughts about what he wanted to talk about. I mean, I knew that he wanted to talk about last night, but what exactly did he want to say about it? What was I going to say to Mum?

	Mum was already sitting on the bed with a soft expression on her muzzle. I hopped up next to her and gave her a hug.

	"Hey, honey. How did it go last night?" She put an arm behind me and squeezed me back gently as though she was holding back something that she wanted to say.

	"Oh. Uhm. I thought you might ask that." I straightened myself out and saw Dad had taken something out of the closet. I watched him for a minute while the thoughts formed and connected in my brain. A moment later, I turned back to Mum but avoided her eyes. "I think I drank too much water and, well, panicked."

	"Ow, sorry to hear that." She tipped me against her side to give me a hug as I went on.

	"Yeah. Well. The first time when Bingo needed to the bathroom, I think I rushed myself and couldn't concentrate." I wanted to sound smart but didn't really want to tell them that I had looked up something online previously without asking them first. "I wasn't able to relax and just let go. I bonked my knee on the door and made a mess. Like, that was one of my fears. I hate making messes and having other people clean them up. The same thing happened the second time, but with all that water I drank it was the opposite! I couldn't control my body and stop it from all gushing free! I freaked out and tried to make it to the toilet, but I didn't make it."

	Dad set a silk bag down beside Mum and took a seat on her other side, holding her right paw in the meantime.

	I took a breath, got another squeeze, and took Mum's silence as an encouraging gesture to go on. "I cried. I felt so bad that I wanted to escape everything. I ran out to my room, but I bumped into Dad. That's when he helped me." I looked up at her, felt my eyes glance at him, then felt my ears grow red with blush. "Uhm. Sorry. I dragged Dad -your husband, my dad- into the shower with me. I didn't know what I was thinking."

	I buried my muzzle into her side and received small pets on my back while her tender scent filled my nostrils. "I just really want to get over this thing."

	"You know what?" Mum said after a moment. "I knew that there was something up when I noticed your laundry smelled a little funkier than just juice." She ruffled my head and I slowly brought myself to sit up again, ready to listen. "I love you, Bluey. You're my daughter and I was like you believe it or not. Still sort of am to this day." She shrugged, smiled, and leaned back on her paws, letting Dad rub her thigh as she hummed while thinking.

	"I was about your age once. I loved roaming outside my dad's woods. I loved to blaze trails and then marked places where I've been. Not with a knife though. I peed on certain bushes and trees like they would in the classical days. You know, to show whose territory belonged to whom. It was silly. I liked it a lot. While it wasn't weeing on myself, it sure was pretty childish to do for a young lady at fifteen and sixteen. Ah, the fun I would have like that." She sighed and looked at me who must have expected to see her daughter shocked about learning her mother's odd behavior, but it all made sense to me. "All I'm saying is, you can have your fun in your own way, hon."

	She gave me one more squeeze to which I hugged back and sat up. "I really wanted to finish this sort of 'quest' that I set out for myself. It would be silly not to."

	Mum nodded, then gave my belly a soft poke. "So, you can try as much as you want to get it right, even if your dad and I have to come and help you afterward. We will help you get over this dream even if that means we have to all pitch in to mop up a little bit of wee."

	"Thank you, Mum." Despite the kind words, the thought of slipping into the shower again crept up inside along with the anxiety that accompanied it. I still felt a little silly about it, being unable to control my mind and my bladder now. I took a hard breath and curled my tail up.

	Mom read me like a book. "Tell you what. We have something that can help with that." She held me, then nodded to Dad who cautiously reached over the bed to pull up the sack.

	From it, he pulled out a folded blanket and set it in his lap. "We keep this waterproof blanket around just in case. So…"

	"What would this be used for?" I interrupted, turning up a corner of the blanket. It felt heavier than a normal blanket and I noticed that it had more than just one layer. My curiosity got the better of me.

	Mum looked more embarrassed than I was. Her ears were already red, and she felt warm as I kept close. Mum hesitated before explaining "Well. Sometimes I still like to wizz around."

	She sat down and quickly went over that sometimes she liked to do it for fun. "Honestly, it is freeing for me, and I can imagine that it could give you an extra layer of comfort. This will enable you to do what you want without having to involve the shower."

	I was perplexed. Now I wasn't going to judge my parents on what they did on their own time, I was more amused than anything. I thought that if this was something adults do for fun, then they knew more about it than I did. That meant that I could do it too. This wasn't as scary as I thought.

	"I think you might get some use out of it though." She gave a sheepish chuckle and looked at her watch as she resumed a more serious tone. "Tonight, Bingo has a sleepover at Lila's tonight, and I will be shopping for groceries after work, so it will just be you and Dad tonight. He's going to watch over you to make sure that you're comfortable. I think that pesky shower has been giving you enough grief for one week, ay?"

	Dad suddenly spoke up and scoffed. "What? Pah! Me? Chilli! Bluey is a big girl. I think she can handle herself. Right kiddo?"

	Mum didn't have to look to tell that I was still nervous. She squeezed my hand, stared at Dad, and used a direct yet remarkably soft and respectful tone as she spoke to him. "Bandit, darling. This was your idea after all. Our daughter needs you." She gave his paw an affirming squeeze and lifted a soft smile on her muzzle.

	"I promise I'll behave." I spoke up to help, then hopped off the bed to stand in front of him. This seemed to work. Dad softened and relaxed.

	"Oh, Bluey. I'm not worried that you'll misbehave or make a mess. I just don't wanna…" He glanced at Mum and then I saw his ears tip back as he gripped his leg with a nervous paw. "Are you sure?"

	She nodded, smiled, and then gave him a kiss. "You're a good dad. You know how to make the right choices."

	Next, Dad looked to me and searched my eyes as though I had the answer. I still nodded and reached over to take his other paw, giving it a squeeze too. It felt weird that I was acting like the adult this time, comforting my dad who seemed as lost as I was. "You helped me, and it really meant a lot. I wouldn't know what to do without you last night."

	"Aw. Well. Alright." Dad scratched his head before breathing. He gave a sharp, determined nod that nicely displayed his growing smile. "I'll do it for Bluey!"

	That made my tail wag. "Third time's the charm!" I gave him a big hug and hopped off to hug Mum too, making sure to squeeze her real tight.

	Her watch beeped which made her automatically jump up with a "hup!" and after calling for Bingo, we were off to school.

	***

	The car ride itself wasn't too awkward. Bingo asked me what Mum and I were talking about and I ended up picking a good enough answer. I told my sister that Mum and Dad wanted to talk to me about what happened last night in the bathroom. That seemed to satisfy her, signified by a soft "Oh. Right." We both scrolled around on our phones after that.

	It was a different story for the school day though. I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen that night. I was in high spirits and wagging my tail all over the place. It was hard to keep in all the excitement that seemed to endlessly bubble up in my mind. I couldn't focus on my subjects and kept daydreaming about how the night was going to proceed. I was ecstatic that I was finally going to overcome this problem. However, this was the last chance I was going to give myself. If something went wrong or if it didn't work and I kept having that dream, then I would have to see a mental health specialist. This brought me down a little, and when the time for lunch rolled around, Mackenzie bumped into me.

	"Hey, Bluey! How is your dream thing going?" I watched his tail wag, which always made me smile.

	I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before anyone could notice. "Well, I have been talking with my mum and dad about it, and it seems to be going fairly well." I tipped my head and tried to find out what to say that would easily portray the night's private plans to my boyfriend, but nothing really came up that would easily downplay my embarrassing dream let alone tell him that I would be wetting myself.

	"We're going to talk more tonight and see if we can't solve it." I tried to be as truthful as I could.

	"Ah! That's great. Are we still meeting up tomorrow?" He asked excitedly.

	"Oh yes!" We were going to see a movie, "At the mall at four pm!"

	Our tails wagged and bumped each other as we ate. The date got me even more excited.

	"I take it that the, uh, you-know-what work?" Mackenzie put his sandwich down and swallowed. After my confused look, he peeked around and flicked his ears about, and tipped his muzzle close to my head to whisper. "Mas-tur-ba-tion."

	He quickly sat upright when I almost spat out a bite of my chicken sandwich. "Muh-kenshie! Noh 'ere!" I forced a whisper out of my half-full mouth before swallowing. "I dunno if it did. I didn't dream, but I still woke up to use the toilet."

	Mackenzie looked like he was somewhat disappointed, but I could feel him breathing pretty heavily. "Oh, Oka- I mean. I'm sorry that it didn't solve all of your problems. I guess it's tricky stuff."

	I smiled, gave his hip an affectionate pinch, and brushed my tail over his. "Thank you, Mackenzie." I wanted to say more, but couldn't really decide whether to make it more intimate in front of everyone else eating lunch. I settled on giving him a wink and then returned to our meals. Maybe I'll tell him when this was over.

	The walk from the bus stop wasn't too bad either. I thought about tonight's events and all the questions that came before it. How much water should I drink? How am I going to stay upside down without a wall to support me? Where should we do it? What is Dad going to do while I do all of this? Will he watch me or just stand by?

	I still came up with questions when I opened the door, but as I put my stuff down in my room, Dad made his way from his office to knock on my door with a nervous cough. "Welcome home, kid. Have a good day at school?"

	"Yeah, it went alright. I talked to Mackenzie about my dream and that we're going to fix it tonight hopefully."

	He looked a little shocked and gulped audibly. "B-uh, what did you tell him exactly?"

	"Oh, not the whole thing. I didn't know if I should tell him that I'm weeing myself. Especially with my dad standing watch."

	"Ah. Uhm. Well. Yeah. That might be good." He came over to sit on my bed, then took a heavy breath. "I am having a hard time with this. It isn't something that normal parents do with their kids. I don't even know how to explain this to your sister if she found out and got, I dunno, jealous or something."

	I nodded, put my book bag aside, and sat beside him, leaning on his big frame. "Yeah. I don't know either. She was really understanding when I first had that nightmare and wet the bed, so maybe when I tell her everything eventually. She'll understand that too."

	Dad nodded, took another heavy breath, and slowly rubbed my shoulder. He looked at me and gave me a little smile. "I think we might treat it the same way Mum and I told you and her about sex." He gave a sheepish shrug when I turned my muzzle to him, then went on. "Mum and I talked to you when you were old enough, and then we talked to her when she was old enough. So, maybe when she's your age, something like this will come up and then we help explain it."

	"In the meantime though, I'll say that it's adult stuff that she has to wait for." I wagged my tail, holding out for a hopeful future.

	"Heh!" He chuckled and shook his head, "If only it were that easy." He took a heartbeat to give me a squeeze before getting up and stretching. "Anyway! I better get dinner started. I think there's enough lasagna for the two of us. Don't forget to drink some water. I don't want my daughter to Wreak like a stinky monkey!"

	He poked my belly which automatically made me give a half-laugh, then I remembered some of my questions. "How much water should I drink?" I followed him out the door as my tail wagged with anticipation. "I had four cups last time and I think that was too much."

	"Erm. I dunno exactly. Maybe three? One less might work." He hummed as he perused the fridge, then took out a leftovers box. "Why? How was four too much? I think I go through about four glasses in a day."

	"Uhm." I started, now taking a seat on the kitchen counter. That got a look from Dad, so I hopped off and leaned against it instead. "I just couldn't stop it. It almost felt like it hurt when I tried to. It was really scary." I looked down at my legs and imagined the matted fur following the cascade of my fantasized fluid before snapping to.

	Dad, now setting the lasagna to warm up in the microwave turned to me with a soft look that I thought traveled upwards from my leg as though he saw it too. "I'll be there for you the whole time, sweetheart. If anything comes up, we can take care of it together. It is also okay if you can't. That's what dads are for!" He gave me a wink and spruced up a salad. "Now, go figure out how you're going to situate yourself, I guess. The blanket is on top of the bed in our room. Dinner is nearly done. I just have to make a couple slices of garlic bread."

	My tail wagged and soon, I left the kitchen to scrounge up some ideas on how to support my position. I thought about the walls, but I couldn't hang the blanket easily from there in case I splattered them. I rolled onto the couch to lay down and think, letting my head droop off the side and let the blood rush to it for a moment in what I thought made a better thinking pose. I tried to come up with other ideas, but when I felt my feet kick, I looked around and scoffed. I was going to use the couch! I could also put a couple of cushions underneath to help prop my legs up and drape the blanket on top. The thought of asking Dad to hoist me up did come to mind again, but I wasn't too keen on roping him onto something that he didn't want.

	I meandered to the bedroom and took the blanket in my paws. It felt heavier than a normal one, and a bit firmer too. It felt soft on my pads, however. As I was walking back to the lounge room, I thought about how the blanket was made and what exactly made it waterproof. I gave it a sniff to see if there were any materials I could recognize by their scent. Besides the plastic smell of polyester, the powerful aura of my mother came through on top. It was still shocking to me that my own mother actually likes to pee herself like it were any other hobby.

	This blanket must be pretty good then. I wondered what my dad thought about it. Did he like to do it too? Did he like to watch? Maybe he just didn't like peeing anywhere else but the toilet.

	Back in the lounge room, I set the blanket down when Dad called me over for dinner. The leftover meal and pot-warmed green beans hit the spot nicely. However, I was mainly focused on my cup which I filled up twice during dinner. Mid-gulp on the second, I should have talked to Mum about how many glasses of water she drinks. I asked Dad since he was the next best thing.

	"Hey, Dad?" I set my glass down and took my plate to pack it in the dishwasher.

	"Yeah, mate?" He was scrolling through his phone at the table and absent-mindedly nibbling at the garlic toast when he took a quick glance at me.

	"I was wondering, do you know how much water Mum drinks before she does her fun wetting?" At this point, I was already filling up the third glass, already feeling like I had to go.

	"Erm." He tipped his head back and set his phone down, blinking while he thought. "I dunno kid. I do know that she takes a small wee before the big one though."

	"She wees twice?" I sat next to him and lapped at the nearly overfilled glass. "How come?"

	"Ah. I think it has to do with getting rid of the smelly stuff first, that way when she does the actual wetting, it doesn't smell too bad." He leaned back in his chair and looked at me before nodding at the glass. "Almost done the last one then?"

	I nodded, splashing a little of the glass' contents on the table as I half-talked-half-drank. "Do you know any other tricks Mum does for her fun wees?"

	"I don't think so. I let Mum take care of that end of business."

	"Are you on the other end?" I had to ask, grinning into the half-emptied cup.

	Dad rolled his eyes, but I could feel him grow warm next to me.

	"Oh! You are, aren't you!? You like letting Mum wee on you?" I giggled, leaning into my cheeky nature.

	"Don't make fun of me! Your Mum and I have a very special relationship! That's why I married her!" Dad blew a raspberry at me, then hopped up from the table. "Go off and do a pre-wee and I'll be in the lounge room when you're ready."

	"Okay, Dad!" I ran upstairs and took a squat, letting a fair amount of my own contents gush out. When I thought I had done enough, I slowly closed up and thought about wiping up, but I didn't mind the small amount of trickle that dribbled against my inner leg. When I hopped downstairs, I drank the rest of my water and bugged dad to move off of the sofa.

	"I have to use the cushions to help prop me up unless you want to hold me by my ankles!" I tried to push my lazy dad out of the way, which was difficult, but he gave way to a sitting position eventually.

	"I'm just here to watch and clean up just in case, Bluey." He handed me a cushion and took a seat on the floor, leaning back on the sofa as I piled up parts of the couch like they were building bricks.

	Satisfied with my stack, I nodded affirmingly and took the blanket in my arms. Mum used this. She trusted me with a secret and even let Dad watch over me. I cautiously nuzzled the fabric to take in her scent once more before tossing it onto the pile of cushions. I tugged on the edges and corners until it was covered neatly. I then made sure that a decent amount was still covering the bare floor. I haven't noticed it until then, but Dad had preemptively moved the living room rug out of the way. Soon enough, I was sitting on my creation trying to get comfortable.

	It was nice and soft. I reached out to touch the covered pads and smiled. This was my last chance. I had everything I needed this time. I even had Dad too, even if he was just looking through his phone while on standby. "Okay. Here goes nothing!"

	***

	I took a slow approach to achieve my inverted state. Carefully, I sat on my bottom and inched my way up with my feet. As my rump passed cushion after cushion, I felt my heart race with the blood that was being dragged toward my head and chest. I took nice and even breaths, remembering the breathing exercises that Bingo showed me. Smelling Mum's scent also helped relax me. While this wasn't her usual scent, I could tell it was still her. I wish Mum were here to see this. Then an idea popped into my head.

	"Oh! Hold on! I need my phone! Dad!" I pointed to where my phone was on the coffee table.

	He got up with a little grunt, then started to hand it over. "Whatcha need your phone for, Bluey?"

	He looked confused. Well, upside down and confused, but I could still tell. "I want to record myself!"

	He pulled my phone back and gasped. "Woah! No! There's no way I'm helping you make a naughty video!"

	"It's to show Mum!"

	He stood there for a moment, my phone clutched in his paw as he hummed skeptically. Eventually, he relented and shook his head with a grin. I can't believe I'm actually letting you do this, Bluey."

	"Omigooness Thank you!!" I reached out to grab the phone and huffed in surprise when Dad yoinked it back away.

	"This is a video you can only show Mum! Not anyone else, okay?"

	"What if I want to watch it." I looked at him with pleading eyes, paws still outstretched.

	"Yeah, I guess you'll need to watch it too. Fine. You and Mum, no one else." He reached out once more to hand me the device. "Got it?"

	"I promise, Dad" I smiled, let my tail wag, and then skillfully propped my phone up using its built-in stand. It was tricky to do from my peculiar position, but I eventually framed myself up well even if the phone teetered a little bit.

	Above me, I felt my legs flailing about. I put myself in-frame and tapped the record button, making a smiling face before silently looking down (upwards in my situation) to run my fingers up to my belly, feeling the soft bulge and sensitive membrane that held my dream's release.

	"Okay," I said hesitantly. "Here I go." To feel my heartbeat, I shut my eyes at the sight of Dad taking a seat against the chaise end of our new couch once again on his phone. "Are you going to watch me too?"

	"You'll be alright, kid. You don't need me to watch you, do you?"

	I took a breath to remain calm, then slowly opened my eyes to plead with him. "I would very much appreciate that."

	"Alright. If you say so." He set his phone down on the couch, sat cross-legged, nodded, then pushed folded hands into his lap.

	I smiled in return and wagged my tail some more. I could tell he was uncomfortable. The way that my upside-down dad looked half-concerned-half-afraid meant that there was a lot on his mind. I wasn't going to subject my dad to something he wasn't comfy with, so I reached out my paw and let it rest on his knee. "Dad. What's wrong?"

	He took a moment to think, maintaining that same mood. When he was ready to speak, he sat up and leaned over, gently tapping my paw. "Well. I'm just not used to other people besides your Mum doing something like this."

	"Is there anything I can do to help this be more comfortable? I know I'd hate it if I had to sit and watch something I didn't like."

	"It's not that I don't like it, It's just that." He paused to think "I'm not used to it. I'll ease up soon enough." He shrugged, letting go of the chipper attitude that he always carried around. In the last few days, I've seen my dad roll through more emotions than I would have in a whole month. He then looked at me puzzled. "Is this everything you need? Are you sure that you don't need anything else?"

	I looked around the room while I thought, feeling my heartbeat pulse through my mind as though it carried out the building blocks for my thinking. I thought I had everything: a place where I could make a mess of myself, a properly filled bladder, and a loving Dad just in case anything went wrong. Except, I don't think I just wanted Dad to stand and watch. I wanted him to be happy.

	I flipped my paw around and looked him in the eyes. "I want you to be happy, Dad."

	He returned that with a nod and kind smile, taking his time to say, "I am happy. I am happy that I can be here and help you get over this nightmare of yours. I'm happy that your Mum is supporting you too and that we're able to help out our lovely Daughter. I am very happy, Bluey. It's okay. Just let go."

	Those kind words washed over me with a new calmness. So, I listened to him and let go. I let go of my fear. I let go of my dream. I let go of my control. The new serenity allowed me to concentrate on myself, finding inner peace as a warm beam was cast down onto my torso. I smiled after letting a gasp escape my muzzle­­­­, keeping my eyes closed to focus on the sensations that flooded my body and mind.

	Compared to the shower, it became very apparent that there was a strong distinction between my warm piss and chilly air. I felt myself gradually heat while my dry fur matted down the instant my urine formed wet rivers that trailed down my body. It inched, branching here and there. Some streams converged and spanned a large area of my coat, leaving film-thin sections of saturated fur. I could feel my skin grow cool as portions of drying rivers evaporated. It wasn't stopping either. My stream's weight became prominent as it continued to cascade downwards with growing amplitude. The fur on my back stood on end as I audibly gasped once more. This time it was in success.

	"Ah! Way to go, Bluey." I could tell there was a hesitation in Dad's hushed voice as he was rooting me on, but I could tell that there was genuine pride in his tone overall.

	I was really doing it! I was free. Inside, I could feel myself grow lighter and pressure began to relieve itself from my belly. I let that feeling of relaxation take over, only throttling it when I wanted to play with the different pressures.

	I let my warmth wax and wane in different sections of my belly and chest. I even felt the tips of my buried nipples crow dense with the chill as the contrast of warm pee and cool air increased.

	I giggled when I was able to maintain decent control of the pee that swam down through my matted fur in those miniature rivers and streams. Some of those currents ended in dribbling waterfalls. They flew off of my shoulders while others surged down to my neck, allowing me to feel the gentle caress of my very own scent.

	As I continued to wet myself, I reached out my free paw to ­­play with the matted fur on my belly. It looked static as though it were only just wet with still reflections of the room. When I touched my belly, I opened my eyes to see the warm currents creep over my fingers. With my other paw, I reached over and squeezed Dad's with a yearning grip.

	"Don't forget to breathe, darling." He let a light chuckle out and when I opened his eyes, he seemed fascinated, "I can help clean up a mess, but It would be an entirely different story if I had to pick up my pee-covered comatose daughter."

	I half-laughed, and between counts of four, took a breath. One. Two. Three. Four. I felt myself find my way back into the pilot seat. I practiced once more with the muscles inside of me that dilated and constricted my flow. I allowed myself to relax further and betray the training that had been grilled into me since I was a toddler.

	This time, however, I wanted to make a mess. This time I wanted to feel what it was like to be a fruit bat taking an upside-down wee.

	I lifted my eyes to see that from my bubbling brook's source, a clear rippling fountain rolling out of my spade. Mum was right to take a tactical wee before actually going on with the whole scene. I thanked her with my thoughts as I felt her distant encouragement.

	There I was, enjoying the freedom to wet myself in my parent's living room. I knew that in front of my Dad, his daughter was pissing herself to get rid of a dream that has been riddling her for the longest time. I don't think he cared about me being naked, I think he was just happy that I was happy.

	It was time to let go of complete control. I surrendered my control to my bladder's pressure. It all came out. A ribbon of crystalline liquid sprouted out into the air and landed with light thuds as it riddled my shoulder and battered my chest.

	It faded too quickly. I felt myself deflate to the point where there was no longer enough to naturally spill out. I squeezed in an attempt to push more from my tiny pinhole, wanting more of my liquid warmth to coat my body again while the existing dampness began to fade and evaporate. I felt the heavy weight that my fur absorbed, as though the memory was desperately clinging to me.

	In the end, I laid out silently surprised, swathed in the wonder of my own body. I began to pant and feel my insides warm with excitement to the point where I wanted more than just to be wet. I wanted an orgasm.

	I took my left paw and arched it up and over to my thighs with mindless enthusiasm. I felt their dryness before I brought down my fingers to smear some of it back up between my legs to feel its warmth. I had to do this again at some point. Maybe not upside-down though.

	I went on to feel around though and felt my spade made slick by the still trickling pee, sensing a more viscous wetness from it. My body was in arousal. It wasn't my season yet, but still, I felt the same yearning for pleasure that I get during heat. I felt compelled at first. I had to question whether I actually wanted to do this or if I just blindly obeying my body? I listened to my heartbeats, counting. One, two, three, four. In. One, two three, four. Out.

	I didn't care who was there to watch me. If Dad wanted me to stop, he would have said something by that point. Maybe he liked this sort of thing. Maybe when Mum sees the video, she'll be proud of me.

	The yearning for affection and release melded into one. I closed my eyes again, then lightly stirred at my petals to reach inside for my clit: right where it felt the best when I pressed and rolled that little nub of flesh. I felt my nerves buck back and made my body shift with an ecstatic pressure that coursed through my mind. I built it up as slowly as I could, but all the excitement from earlier put me on a fast track for climax. I could hear my dad's timid whimpers as I felt him begin to slowly pull away. With the squeeze of my paw, I was able to bring him back in. Now, I wanted him to see.

	I was living in the moment and wouldn't let my previously established inhibitions break that. I squeezed his paw and shot my eyes open and looked at him dead on. I gasped and rocked just to show how much I liked it. I couldn't imagine that within the last week that I would go from being embarrassed about my dream to masturbating in front of my own father and even keeping him captive. This was the best thing I've ever felt.

	That spike of excitement didn't take me long to finish. It wasn't long before I could feel that crash of excitement ripple throughout my skin. I sensed my hot body throbbing while it jerked and squeezed and squeezed before it was all over too soon. I collapsed and let my heels fall over my shoulders. I snapped my eyes shut before any pee could get into them while I just lay there, lazing in the aftershocks.

	I rode them for a while, basking in the afterglow as my nervous system recovered before I settled back into reality and realizing of how loud I was panting. At some point, I must have let go of Dad's hand because when I opened my eyes, He was standing there: looming over me.

	"Ya done, kiddo?" His hands were on his hips, but despite his pose, he didn't appear to be disappointed or angry. If anything, he looked mildly entertained. His tone wasn't monotone or sarcastic. It sounded more inquisitive than anything really.

	"Ah. Yeah." I let my arms drop, outspread then used them to help balance myself as I untwisted myself down from my position. The excess piss that matted my fur began to slide down my legs as I knelt on the waterproof blanket that protected my messy body from the clean floor and couch.

	 I turned to see trails of my wetness where the wee had run down over my back. I giggled a bit, then realized it was only until that moment that I didn't have a towel to dry myself off.

	I hoped to see dad when I looked back, but when I didn't, I sighed, then sat on the tower of shielded cushions. I thought that I made him leave. Maybe I scared him too much by forcing him to stay.

	"Hey, Da-" Almost as soon as I opened my mouth, my head was wrapped in a warm towel fresh from the dryer.

	I quickly turned and peeled the cloth off of my muzzle and was happy to see Dad in front of me again. He was smiling this time, standing just at the edge of my playspace. "Freshened one up for you. I didn't forget about you, love."

	I breathed easy and after a short pat-down to dry myself, I leaped over to hug him, nuzzling into his chest as I let the feeling of relief linger a bit longer in my body. I felt the new control I had over myself and it was all thanks to him. In return, he held me close and stroked my ears.

	After a moment of silence, I peeled myself back and sighed. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but I guess I did anyway."

	His expression didn't falter and instead, he took a knee and bumped his nose to my cheek in acknowledgment. "Honestly, that caught me by surprise. I should have expected that, really. You're very much like your Mum that way. You did what you needed to and I am glad I was able to help you. I could have tugged free from you if I really wanted to."

	That got me to wag my tail, and soon I was smiling back. "Thank you very much. I don't know what I would do without your help, Dad. You helped me get over one of the stupidest things I've come across in my life."

	"Anytime, mate. There's going to be more crazy stuff in your life, I bet. You're one crazy kid, and that's a fact!" He took his paws in mine and gave them a squeeze. "You can let go now."

	I still must have had a small amount of water left in me because when the muscle memory kicked in while I was in the comfort of my dad, I let loose another wet rush. It was on his knee this time. I even sat on it to teasingly rub it in.

	"Ahk- hey. Bluey, I didn't m- Ah forget it." Instead of pulling away, Dad tugged me into a final hug until I was done a couple seconds later.

	I felt like melting snow in his arms, where a safe place and a trusted person rolled into one. I left my mark on him, thinking that maybe Mum would smell me on him too. I took in deep breaths of the scents that transpired just a minute ago, then stepped back with an evil snicker.

	"Thank you!" I said with a sarcastic tone, then stuck my tongue out.

	"Oh! You cheeky dog!" That's when he took the towel from me and used it to pat me dry with playfully rough pushes and tickles. "Take that!"

	I laughed and played along, turning around so he can dry off my legs. He gave my rump a light swat though which made me spin back to him and snatch the towel. "Okay! Okay! Enough!"

	"Alright, Alright!" He did stop with a chortle and relaxed, then slowly stood up. "You go wash up. And when you're done, I'll show you how to wash this blanket."

	"You mean that you're not going to shower with me?" I pointed to his wet legs as he now stood on the blanket.

	"Nah, not this time kiddo. That one earlier was a one-time deal. It was a special scenario." He gave an understanding now as though he missed it too, then pushed my backside towards the bathroom upstairs. "Now, go! You smell like wet dog!"

	I complied willingly and as I walked up the stairs, but took a moment to look back at the small mountain of memories I made.

	***

	When I came back, Dad had sat on the dryer portion of the blanket that was now on the floor with the couch sections arranged back to where they belonged. I walked to my phone and saw that the video file was labeled with about five minutes recorded on it. I was about to scrub through it when Dad spoke.

	"All done? Let's get this bad boy to the washer, ay?" He nudged at the corner of the blanket, meaning that he wanted me to take it.

	I started to fold it, then when I lifted it, it took a lot more strength than I thought. I guess all the water made it heavier. "Wow, I had all of this inside me?"

	Dad padded to the laundry room where he opened the door of the machine and helped me guide the soaked cloth in. "It's a bit crazy, huh! It's like you weed out all of your fears. Now, we're going to wash them away."

	He closed the door, smiled at me, and pointed to the machine's controls as he instructed me on how to wash it. "Since this blanket is pretty special, we've gotta put it on a cooler temperature to wash and only use a minor amount of detergent in." As he spoke, he performed their actions and even took out a little bottle of tea tree oil that I'd seen before, adding two drops carefully to the load. "And a couple drops of this helps mould from growin'."

	"Huh." I took mental note of his process and wondered aloud. "Are you giving this to me or something?"

	Dad shook his head after starting the cycle, then made his way back to the couch, flopping on it with a relieved grunt. "Your mum and I talked. We thought that if you needed to use it again, you could. All you need to do is ask."

	"I think I would like that very much." I imagined letting loose again but only held it in my mind this time. I nodded, then heard the front entrance open.

	"Speak of the devil!" Dad flagged an arm towards the door, then smiled as he began to sit upright.

	"Mum!" I dashed over to her who had and saw that she had just walked in with a couple of grocery bags in her arms. I took one to the kitchen as she came in from behind.

	"Well, hey there ya cheeky dog! How did it go?" Mum rubbed my back as I set a can of tomato sauce in the pantry, then turned to give her a firm hug. Dad called out that he was going to shower while Mum and I went to take care of the groceries.

	I savored the moment a little, then looked into her eyes. "I had a very good time. Thank you for letting me borrow your blanket."

	I saw her tail wag and her smile creep along her tired muzzle. "Of course, sweetie. Anything for our brilliant Bluey." She stroked one of my ears and gave my shoulder a rub. "Do you think that helped get of your nightmare?'

	I nodded slowly, thinking. "Yeah, I hope so. If not, then we'll see what the psych says. I had a lot of fun!" I hugged her once more before stepping back."

	"I hope that works too. I'd hate for all of this to end up being a bust." Mum began to walk back to the lounge room. "And I'm happy that you had some good watersports fun too!"

	I stopped in my tracks and pursed my eyebrows together when I made the connection. There was a whole community of people that liked to wet themselves for fun and they had a name for it. "Is that what it's called?"

	Mum Looked like she made a mistake. "Ahm, yeah. Maybe I should have let you discover that word on your own.

	I gave her one more hug and took a seat on the couch, rubbing my arms. "I did get carried away though." My ears ran hot, fresh with embarrassment as I feared my next words. "I got too excited. When I was nearly empty, I played with myself. Right in front of Dad."

	Mum took a breath and shook her head, then pulled me close, giving me a soft squeeze from the side. "He didn't make you do anything did he?" She kept that part quiet and grew close enough that I could feel her body's warmth.

	I shook my head, but let my tail flick with anticipation. "No. He didn't do anything. But he did tickle me after I wet his leg a bit."

	Bow she laughed with a short outburst and a wide smile. "You are a cheeky dog!"

	I giggled a bit, but the wagging stopped when I remembered that there was one more point I had to apologize for. "Uhm. One more thing I have to mention when I went overboard. I made him stay. I tugged at his paw to keep him watching."

	"Bluey. That's my husband." She looked like she was shocked, but she didn't yell. "Sweetheart. You need to ask before something you can make him do something like that. Especially when stuff like that happens, okay sweetheart?"

	I nodded and replied. "Yes, Mum. I knew I shouldn't have kept him there." I leaned against her and sighed.

	"Thank you." She stroked my hair and breathed a sweeter sigh than mine. "It's a good thing that your dad is tough. He could have left, but he chose to stay and keep you happy."

	"Yeah. I guess he did."

	Her smile made me appreciate Dad even more now, then felt her overpowering support and understanding. I almost cried until we settled down to talk a bit more while Dad took his shower. Mum reminded me again that this whole thing wasn't something that normally happened.

	"It's like sex. You don't do this with just anyone, hun. Only with people that you really love and trust. Preferably when you're older too." Mum was leaning back against the couch and glanced over at me.

	"Is that why Mackenzie and I aren't allowed to sleep over at each other's houses?" I tipped my head as I sat leaned up against her and fiddled with my tail, feeling small in this adult conversation.

	"For the most part yeah." She nodded. "You'll learn a lot of stuff about that as you get older. This is about the age where I started getting interested in boys and sex and the like."

	"And I can ask you stuff about it?" I looked at her, managing to placate the small string of anxiety that tugged at the back of my mind.

	She nodded and I returned with a smile, knowing it was nice to have a parent that hasn't lost themselves totally to the adult world that stereotypically segregated itself from childhood. I focused on the comfort and warmth only my mom could give.

	"Can I show you the video I made?" I pulled back and snagged my phone from the table, already flipping through it to pull it up.

	"Erm. You don't have to sweetheart."

	"I took it since you weren't going to be there, besides…" I looked at her with the phone in my lap as I sat next to her. I took her paw in mine and wagged my tail "I trust you."

	Silently, she nodded slowly, and together we watched my amateur film while I gave it some director's commentary. I told her what I was feeling as the phone screen showed my body getting drenched from my waist up.

	"It felt warm! Almost as warm as a shower. It felt weird when it crawled down my fur! Like, it was sticking to the fur, like, cap-il-ar-y action?"

	I slowed down on those last few words as I tried to dig through my science class vocab, but soon I grew silent as I became fascinated by the video. I dropped my thoughts while I grew more transfixed in my recorded reflection's expression. The miniature version of me looked elated to finally break free from her own curse.

	My tail began to wag, but when I the peeing stopped and my paws moved over to my muff, the scene zipped up to show the ceiling for the duration of the video. Near the end, after scrubbing through thirty seconds worth of ceiling video, it showed a repeat of the interaction Dad and I shared.

	"Oh! And that's when Dad hugged me while I was still sopping." I giggled as the screen showed its resting place on the couch.

	"That's why I'm all wet!" Dad had just slinked downstairs from the shower, giving Mum a kiss. I remembered them staring at each other with bright, prideful smiles. Like This kid doesn't fall far from our tree. He took a stand behind the couch where Mum was sitting, then gave her shoulders a rub as Mum finished up her thoughts on the video.

	"Ah yeah, good thing it didn't catch that end bit there. I'm not sure if I am ready to see my daughter playing with herself." Mum gave a nervous laugh and glanced at her watch. After which, she picked up her cap and stretched with a yawn. She looked at me and smiled. "I think it's time for me to get to bed though. Don't stay up too late now, okay? Get some good sleep and not have any nightmares tonight."

	I sat on the couch still, hoping that Mum didn't have to go to bed just yet. I wanted to relax with my parents a bit more, but after taking a moment to listen to my body's needs. I found that I was tired. All of the day's events had worn me down. Maybe even the whole week had taken its toll on me.

	"I guess." I agreed reluctantly anyway and got up. I hugged Mum goodnight and gave Dad one more embrace. "Thank you again, Dad. I love you."

	He smiled, but Mum called over as she was climbing the stairs. "Ay! No love for Mum?"

	I yelled back from the landing. "I love you too, Mum!"

	I saw her smile, watched Dad crawl up after her, then spent a minute sitting alone on the couch where I thought about all that happened that night. I thought that I was so lucky to have parents who let me do this sort of thing. Not only did they help me get over something, but they also opened up a new way of looking at our relationship. There was something more to be explored there.

	When I finally felt my body begin to wind down, I ducked into the bathroom to start my nightly put-down routine. When I crawled into bed, I felt more comfortable than I have in months. I fell asleep fast, knowing that I was in control.

	***

	I did dream this time. I was indeed a fruit bat again, but this time, there was no daunting demand for a wee. Instead, I flew around and enjoyed the bat's-eye view of the town. At the park, I saw Mum peeing on Dad which gave me a giggle, then I saw Mackenzie hopping around on top of car-sized sheep. I also saw Bingo and waved as she and Lila were walking and holding paws. I came back to my branch happy before I woke up to a new morning.

	I met up with Mackenzie at the Mall and watched a wonderful movie about what it must be like for a mother with ADHD jumping through other dimensions to save her daughter with the power of love and googly-eyes. Afterward, while eating lunch Mackenzie asked me how things went. I gave in and told him everything.

	"What! Bluey, I thought I was gross, but this is something next level. "You're lucky that I like you Bluey. I think I can see past that though."

	"You're very sweet." I replied with a non-serious sarcastic tone"

	"There's a lot to unpack here. I dunno what that means for us, but it is definitely something to talk about."

	We went on to talk about the movie and compared some of the points in it to my situation. I tried to keep my ears forward, still embarrassed by the explanation that still rattled around in my brain that I had roped my parents into a big semi-sexual adventure to solve a reoccurring nightmare.

	After a minute of silence when we were munching away on Chowmain, Mackenzie hummed and looked over at me. "You should know this, but fruit bats don't actually wee on themselves." He showed me an article on bats on an animal study site.

	I looked at him gobsmacked.

	***

	"Can You believe it!" Bluey exclaimed through the tent, the other boys reaching out to encourage her to be quiet.

	'So," Jean-Luc said after a moment of thinking. "You had a nightmare based off of a false fact about fruitbats?"

	"I guess so. I let my dad have it in the car when he picked me up. When I told Mum, he got quite an earful."

	"And so you go around town, asking for help before asking your parents to allow you to pee yourself?" The brown lab had his arms crossed now as his head tilted forward."

	"Yeah?"

	"And they let you do all of this peeing and masturbating and even let you record a video of it all?"

	"It didn't record me rubbing off!"

	"Right. It is hard to believe that all of that and you didn't bother to look up if your dad was right in the first place? Throughout the entire adventure, you thought that peeing on yourself would help stop your nightmare and it could have been easily prevented by a fact that you learned a day after it happened." Jean-Luc was laughing now, coving his muzzle with an elbow to keep himself from being too loud.

	Bluey sat dumbfounded, scoffed, and then shoved Jean-Luc as he rocked with giddy laughter. Mackenzie rolled his eyes but smiled too. "I told you, she's a bit of a wild child, mate."

	"Oh! I knew she was wild. But not this wild!" Jean-Luc sat up again with giggles echoing in the background as he spoke. A moment later, he took a breath and looked at Bluey. "What about your parents? That did not make it weird between you all?"

	Bluey scooted close and let her paws rest on her friend's shoulders while she looked into his eyes. "Not at all. If anything, that made us all grow stronger together. I learned to trust them a little more."

	"Oh yeah? Well, I guess that's cool. I know that I could never do something like that in front of my parents."

	"It isn't for everyone. I consider us lucky. I don't know many other parents who let their kid wet themselves for fun."

	Jean-Luc hummed, nodded, and looked up with a grin. "Do you still have that video?"

	"Of course." Bluey pulled out her phone and shook it in the air. "It's one of my favorite memories."

	"I know that in your story, your dad has told you not to show it to anyone. Would you still be willing to show me? I am very curious as to what a dog pretending to be a peeing fruit bat would look like."

	As he spoke, Bluey tapped into her phone and started to flick through files before settling on one. She looked up, then at Mackenzie who was grinning, and stared into Jean-Luc's eyes for four heartbeats. "I trust you, Jean-Luc."