The Lengths of Modesty

Thanks to the weather, it was a perfect day for saying yes to joining a pool party with friends. The sunny, arid climate with no more than a single cloud in the sky to be seen, and temperatures nearing record heights, made declining such an offer pretty much an impossibility. The air came fresh from a slight breeze from the west and filling up everyone’s lungs with purely the best. One set of lungs to enjoy said air was the pair belonging to Babylon Gardens’ resident miniature dog, the Welsh Corgi carrying the contradicting name, King. He was the smallest dog present, prompting him to take a back seat through most of the festivities and not drawing too much attention toward himself. He knew most of the other guests, such as his best friend Fox, who was there with the rest of the K9PD Unit. Some acquaintances were present as well, along with several strangers he's never truly gotten to know or encountered before. It was a "dogs only" pool party that the Good Ol' Dogs Club was arranging, which was all good and dandy, had it not been for the fact that meant Bino would be there. Bino and King did not get along at all, but King did his best not to stir up any trouble, hence also why he decided to keep mostly for himself. 

After a short while of participating in festivities, such as warm foods and cold desserts, and some 'Doggy Dance-off' competition, the Corgi felt that he had had enough gathering around the buffet table. It was jovial and all, but King could feel himself becoming slightly overwhelmed, and thus decided to enter the swimming area and enjoy the delightful water. On his way toward the pool, he could feel his stomach and bowels rumbling and moving about. He stopped for a second from the pain that it caused, and after only a couple of moments did it cease. Giving a sigh of relief, he proceeded toward the backyard. Unfortunately for him, he was not alone in the pool. There were a few other dogs he didn't know too well, but what made him nervous the most, was the inclusion of his secret male-crush, Fox, who was also enjoying the water's chilling effects. 
He made his best efforts not to stare too much at Fox's naked swimming body, but could not help his mind wandering off into thinking about that swaying tail attached to such a firm rear. He loved the way it moved under the surface, and with his eyes moving upward toward his chest, he could start feeling himself turning aroused. 
"N-no! Not now, no!" his mind screamed, wanting nothing more than to simply vanish into thin air. He was starting to grow a stiffy right in front of everyone else! Despite his best efforts at focusing his mind on things he revolted, his member unsheathed further and further. Looking around for an escape, but not finding any, he saw no other option than to dive underwater until it died down. It was very trying, but he did his best to relax by calming his breath and closing his eyes. He gulped and emptied his lungs, held for five seconds, then inhaled slowly through his nose and filled up his lungs all the way from the diaphragm up to his throat. With eyes still closed, he grabbed onto the ladder and slipped into the water and submerged himself quietly to avoid attracting attention. 

At first, his nose stung, his eyes itched and all the water in his ears made him feel slightly queasy. He used the ladder to drag himself further down to avoid hit detection, pulling himself all the way to the bottom. The pressure made him feel dizzy, and so he let go of some air through his nose to alleviate the uneasiness. He looked around to ensure no one else was taking a dive, and to his relief, he was the only one currently breath-holding, with all the other dogs rejoicing being on the surface. He could start to feel a build-up in his chest, and slowly exhaled a few more bubbles through his nose. He figured he could not exhale too much at a time, otherwise, they would hear and spot the bubbles, and then possibly spot him! To ensure he would not start unknowingly floating upward, King locked one of his legs to the ladder steps, holding him in place. 
"Go away already!" he shouted to himself whilst failing miserably to tuck his member back into its sheath. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, but he refused to resurface before his length became flaccid again. He would rather drown than endure the embarrassment of being spotted in heat, especially at an all-boys party. He realized that groping his cock like this only made it throb more, and eventually looked for other possibilities. "Mmblurblrbl..."
Looking around the pool again, his eyes eventually reared up toward the surface, and as if by instinct, King puffed out his cheeks and grunted aloud. "Mnng..!" 
With every passing second the burning sensation in his chest kept increasing, and in an attempt to calm down he closed his eyes and exhaled a few bubbles of air. It worked, for a little while, but the tranquility was ruined when his bowels started rustling again. Instantly feeling his body building up to a massive fart, the stressed Corgi placed a paw across his buttcheeks and covered his tailhole intently. 
He continuously shouted "G-gotta hold it in! They'll hear the bubbles!" to push and motivate himself into holding in the fart that had built up inside of his rear. The strain from holding in his gas and wriggling about as much as he did, caused him to burn up his oxygen supply rather quickly. King puffed his cheeks further and grunted loudly, staring helplessly at the surface with half-lidded eyes. He was so desperate to breathe he even actually considered trying to inhale his own farts. "N-need to breathe... Need to fart!" The strenuous panic caused by this made him forget all about Fox and his attractive attributes, and he finally felt his erection retreating back to its sheath.
The struggling little dog placed his remaining paw across his mouth to hold in his air but quickly realized it was a pointless act, as he could no longer keep his ass at bay, and let go of the gas trapped inside. "Pfftblurblrblorbl-ppftburblofftborbl! Pfftblrb..! Pftblr-pfftrblob!" The fart made his ass-cheeks wiggle as felt the bubbles ardently leave his rear and swiftly seep through his fingers, and despite how much he wanted to avoid the incident, he couldn't help but to feel a slight bliss from the sensation of gassing underwater. The sound was rather satisfying, and the feeling even moreso. Naturally, this pleasure provoked his member to unsheathe again. He cursed "Fuck! No, NO!" whilst he also accidentally exhaled air from his muzzle, seeping their way past his paw's palm and fingers. "MMblurblrbl-burbl..!"
Had it not been for his member erecting again, he could probably have already made his way to the surface again, as he watched his bubbles float upwards and breaking the surface without attracting anyone's apparent attention. The lack of fresh air in his lungs scared him, prompting him to let out a bubbly whine whilst he clamped his mouth shut with both paws. His ears folded backward and his eyes jarred vivid dismay. He has by now been holding his breath for a solid two minutes, which is way too long for a small dog with such minuscule lungs. The distress the miniature dog experienced was made clear by the intense grunts, groans, and bubbly cries for help originating from his face. 
"Bubrlblrb-mnn! Mmn-mnn! Blrblrlb..!" King's air supply ran lower with each and every partial breath his throat exiled, and he could feel his mind slowly fading away. In addition to that, his erection also finally started fading away again too, but alas, it was too late. He knew now that if he were to swim back up to the surface, that his movements, sudden break of surface, and frantic gasping would attract all of their attention. "Hurkblrbl--!" He clamped on his muzzle as hard as he could, cutting off all of his air's possible exits. His pupils shrank had shrunk to the size of a pea, and his cheeks were puffed bigger than ever underneath his paws. "HNNG-MMNBLR!!" He knew that there was no going back now; He had reached the point of no return. Accepting that fact actually made his situation seem less dire, as if he didn't have anything to lose, which made it easier cope with his predicament. 
That did not entail any lack of pain, however. His feet kicked and bucked about, and his body spasmed fittingly to the aching sounds. The canine's belly had been completely sucked in and his chest heaved in and out as he uncontrollably transferred air between his lungs and his mouth, trying whatever to sate his lungs' hunger. It was a meager attempt, however, and ultimately only made things worse when his fingers slipped during an exhale, letting half of his remaining oxygen supply loose in a giant plume of bubbles that floated toward the surface in a long chain. "Mm-BURBLRLBLRBL! Burble-mmb!" King could do nothing but watch helplessly as his precious air escaped for the surface. 
On top of all this, he could now sense another fart building up inside his tailhole. This time though, he did not mind it. Rather, he looked forward to it. It was such a pleasing experience last time, and if he was really going to drown himself, he was going to make damn sure he would enjoy his last moments alive and breathing. He chuckled to himself lightly at his own jest. 
King waited as long as he could to allow as much gas as possible gather within his rear before letting it all go. Once he felt fully prepared, the Corgi lifted its eyes to the surface and let go of his muzzle, replacing them to different locations on his body, with one paw covering his tailhole and the other firmly gripping and fondling his balls. Three minutes had passed since he submerged, and that turned out to be his absolute limit. He opened his lips, still maintaining puffy cheeks, and rapidly emptied his lungs as well as his rear, willingly letting it all go at once. His face went "Burblrlbrlblrlblrblrlburklooobrlbl! Hreerblrpblrblurlb meeblurberbl!!!" whilst his ass sung "Pffftrburblrbl!!" accordingly. "Who knew farting and drowning could ever feel so great..." He speculated to himself. 
The gratification was indescribable. Never before had he felt this way, so content, felt so aroused. Once more could he feel the farts traveling between his fingers and making their way up his back, brushing against his soft, wet fur, before eventually surpassing his head and joining his exhaled air in a giant flurry. Aforementioned arousal was instant, much like his ejaculation was upon exhaling air from his lungs and expelling farts from his rump. "Oof, f-fuck yeah..! Mmng!" He moaned loudly as he shot his warm impatient seed into the water, and the thrilling spectacle proceeded for roughly ten or so seconds before King's lungs had been fully emptied with absolutely no juice left. Panic struck and he immediately regretted his decision to drown. All of his instincts screamed for him to resurface, and his willpower finally failed to enable his power to resist the temptation to swim up. However, his foot had gotten twined with the ladder and he was unable to unlock it! He curled his toes and hunched forward in paind, but before he could clench his muzzle shut to prevent water from entering his body, he had already inhaled a mouthful on impulse. 
The chlorinated water stung his nose, throat, and lungs upon making its entrance, leaving him just as quickly as it came in once he started coughing it back out, only to start inhaling again. Rinse and repeat a few times and he could feel himself drowning, his lungs completely filled with water and his vision becoming darker and blurrier, his mind rapidly fading away. "Gurgkrbkl...! Gurblrlblrb-gykh--!! Gurblrgl.... mmblurbl.... gurgle..glugllrgl..." 
Suddenly all of the pain stopped, and for a brief moment, he felt happy; a sense of bliss in his drowning state. He opened his maw in a slight smile and stared up at the surface one last time. In his vision clouded by darkness, he could swear he saw a gray fleck getting larger and coming closer. He closed his eyes before finding out, however, and everything faded. 

THE END