It was an early morning. It had just dawned, but the birds were already singing outside the window, and the first rays of the sun began to penetrate the windows of the chambers.

Somewhere in the distance, in the suburbs, a rooster crowed shrilly, and his cry finally woke Alfredshpitssen.

Alfredshpitsen, or Alf, as the psar called him, was one of the court dogs of His Majesty, one of those Dobermans close to the sovereign, who were allowed to sleep in the Emperor's chambers, and not just quietly snuffle somewhere in the backyards, but rather decorously rest in posh purple silk pillows, laid in a separate room, eat handouts from the royal table and even accompany the Emperor in his walking and horseback riding. Alf did not understand all this, because he was still just a six-month-old puppy (however, none of the adult dogs certainly understood this). Like any other puppy, his whole life now consisted only of funny games with friends, such as Albert and Heilik, sleep and food. But now Alpha was not up to the games. At the moment, he lay quietly on his silk mat and, sweating profusely, decided for himself one of the pressing questions of being.

The fact is that Alpha incredibly much wanted to go to the toilet. Yesterday, he was full of corned beef, after which the whole evening practically did not tear himself away from a bowl of water, and during the evening walk he marked the territory just once, after which he completely forgot about it. Coming from a walk, he immediately fell asleep and slept like a wreck about five hours. However, at night he woke up because the entire bottom of the belly was aching and whining as if he had received a good kick. Of course, the simplest option would be to briefly run out into the street, but there was one “but”. The fact is that at night the back door of the palace was closed, so you could get out into the street only by running a good half of the castle’s corridors, and by running a shameful, clumsy saddle trot, on half-bent legs and pressing the tails with all the force. But not even that confused him. The fact is that the guards at the main gates of the palace stood around the clock, and the guards had a kind of dog hurrying to the street in the morning, for some reason caused irresistible fun, which the guards tried to strengthen or at least stretch. Therefore, there was a high probability that instead of the cherished bushes against the wall, he would fly around the entire vast hall of the palace, driven by kicks of gaggle guards.

But he could not bear this.

It was practically impossible to relieve the bladder inside the palace either - the corridors only seemed deserted in the morning hours, in fact there was a lot of work in full swing here. Chefs, valets, joiners and footmen were already running around the palace at that hour in all directions. If he decides to defend the need for a palace, a complete disaster will almost certainly happen - each of the servants who see him writing to expensive parquet or wetting the padding of a pouf will ask him such a scrape that the sky will seem like sheepskin. It will not work too well to urinate somewhere in the corner of the kennel - the old dogs will probably accept this as an attempt to revolt and seize power in the group, so they will just tear it to pieces. He perfectly remembered the last such case, when a puppy of his age, thoughtlessly coping in need in a common room, was saved from the sure death of only the appearance of the head canine.

There was, of course, another way out, the easiest and safest - just to put in bed. He would not even have to lie in the wet for a long time - the junior assistant to the houndman, who entered the room several times a night, saw a dark spot spreading between the hind paws of the Alpha and immediately replaced the litter. But to be honest, he was ashamed to even think about it. The fact is that even at the youngest age, Alf always, unlike the rest of the kennel puppies, would wake up the next morning in a dry bed. All the others, even the most patient, though only a few times, and prudili in their bed.Therefore, now, being almost an adult dog, it would be simply inconceivable to write up in bed - at that age even the biggest pisunas stopped sulking into bed. In addition, Alpha would be incredibly embarrassing to friends who could easily turn away from him when he saw how he disgraced himself at night.

In serious meditations another half hour passed. During this time, the feeling that he was kicked in the ass has turned into an almost unbearable, aching pain in the entire belly. Alf literally felt like a swollen bladder pulsing, getting more and more new fluids. The tail reflexively tightened, as if it could somehow help to endure this flour, the wool was already all wet from the perspiration, but this had no effect on the general condition of the bladder. Suddenly a sharp spasm pierced the crotch, and Alpha twisted with a second spasm. He realized that he could no longer tolerate and decided. After a few seconds of thinking, he decided that he would not be completely relieved in bed, like a little puppy, but just gently let it down a bit under himself to slow down the pressure in his bladder a little bit, and then he would endure a general awakening and morning walk, where and get rid of all the accumulated fluid finally. Having made a decision, Alf calmed down and thought out a plan of action.

Raising his head, he looked around, making sure that all the other dogs were fast asleep. It seems that everything was quiet. Looking around, Alf rolled over on his stomach, spread his hind legs and, pressing his crotch to the pillow so that the jet did not flow to the floor and murmured, relaxed. After two or three seconds of waiting, he realized that nothing was happening. Alf sniffed - urine and did not smell. Turning back on its side, he looked at the place where his crotch had just been. It was dry and spotless. The bladder, which always obeyed him easily, as if he had learned that this time its contents would not pour onto the ground, but onto soft silk of the litter, simply refused to relax and release its contents. Realizing this, Alf even moaned from frustration and pain - it was simply impossible to endure the agony any longer. Again he lay down on his stomach, he began to gather strength.

After a few seconds, he decided to make another attempt. Alf spread his legs again, relaxed, and waited.

After waiting for about half a minute, he tried to relax even more, and then alternately began to strain the abdominal muscles.

From the efforts he sweated so much that it seemed like a little bit more, and he would be as wet as if he could really write.

Now Alf tried to rhythmically strain all the abdominal muscles and relax them. After a few seconds of such effort, it seemed to him that he was feeling something. Again, straining, he clearly felt that inside him something was slowly, as if unwillingly, moving towards his penis. Having risen in spirit, he again rhythmically contracted muscles several times - and it was certain that something hot and, like, even solid, was clearly moving towards the exit. Straining once again, he felt some kind of weak and, oddly enough, pleasant hot pain in the head of the penis and realized that this was almost ready for the exit and another, last effort was needed for this to break free and hissing flowed into a hollow made in his bed by his body, soaking into the purple silk of a soft down pillow.

And suddenly he noticed that his friend, Albert, who was lying on the opposite pillow, opened his eyes. Hot "something" immediately rolled away from his penis and instantly pulled back into the petrified bladder, and his hind legs squeezed tight. Alf even whimpered slightly from frustration and pain that seized his convulsive sphincters. Now, with a friend, and there was nothing to think about in order to alleviate his suffering a little bit - you will have to suffer until the morning, and it is not yet known whether he can bear it and whether he will pour it directly in front of his friend (or even other dogs) to bed.

And then Albert lying on his right side, carefully looking at his friend and slyly, somehow in a special way, squinting, slightly raised his paw and urinated. A startled Alf stared at it with round eyes in surprise. The trick that Albert had let out was short, only two or three seconds, but he certainly really peeed into bed, it was not a game of tormented imagination.

“Alf clearly saw the bright glare of the morning sun, played on a curved yellowish-orange trickle and darkening silk pillows in the place where the urine fell. After a second daze passed, he looked at Albert's face. He still squinting, as if nodding slightly to him, lowered his paw and, turning to the other side, again softly puffed, leaving Alpha to comprehend what had just happened.

After a few seconds, he finally realized that Albert wanted to tell him with this strange act. And when he understood, he seemed to be relieved from his heart. Mentally thanking his friend sincerely, he again parted his paws and again, once again during the night, relaxed. This time, everything was possible without that incredible strain of willpower, as if some block appeared in his brain - relaxing, Alf immediately felt urine running through the ureters without any effort, as if it were not him less than a minute ago by all means tried to push through to the exit. After half a second, the urine reached the head of his penis and, pleasantly burning it with its warm, elastic hot stream, hit the fabric of the pillow, wetting the sweaty coat on the stomach and thighs. Her flow was so strong that she did not have time to soak into the dense silk of the litter and under the Alpha a warm, spicy-smelling lake immediately formed. The lake instantly overflowed, there was not enough liquid in it, and she immediately found herself two ways out - Alf felt urine drip onto the floor on the side of the pillow, and then, when this flow was not enough, she washed the egg with a warm wave and flowed under it fluffy backside. He could not even imagine that so much of this golden water could be contained in it.

At the same time, he realized that, initially hoping to relieve only a little bit, he was grossly mistaken - it was simply impossible to stop this powerful stream at will, it still poured and flowed, which seemed simply infinite. Finally, the flow began to subside, reducing its strength and pressure, and soon the arc of opal's urine, reduced its steepness and turned from an uncontrollable mountain stream into a weak stream. Finally, it almost completely dried up, just started to drip from the “pocket”, and then these miserable drops stopped flowing out. Alf waited until all the urine was absorbed into the pillow, fidgeted a little, settling down comfortably on the bedding in the middle of the cooling dark wet spot and covered his eyes. Now he knew that if such a situation happened again, he would not hesitate for a minute: in the end, he was not just some kind of dog, but a chocolate Doberman of a personal kennel of His Imperial Majesty, almost royal blood - should he have any privileges to ordinary mongrels ?! And now Alpha wanted to sleep more than anything. His last thought, before falling into a deep sleep, was: “What a wonderful friend I have after all!”