I dressed up as a zombie for a Halloween party, not realising real zombies were on their way. There's only going to be one way to cure this erotic epidemic and it means me getting soaking wet in order to save us all.

An erotic 4,000 word sci-fi story featuring lesbian watersports, desperation, pee swallowing, public nudity, public wetting, exhibitionism, straight sex, oral.

An excerpt:
It stood looking at the two of us before shuffling forwards, opening its mouth to speak. “Pissssss,” it growled in a voice deeper than gravel. “Piiiiisssss.”
“You can piss here,” I blurted out, pointing at the toilet.
The zombie glanced at the porcelain bowl before looking back at me. As it did so some of the terror that had filled me began to subside. Whoever the zombie had once been, she was quite pretty. She was wearing a Halloween costume of a school uniform although it was now ripped and covered in mud. Her hair hung lank on her face and her skin was so pale it was almost grey but there was still a flicker of life to her eyes.
“Pisssssss,” she growled again, grabbing hold of me and forcing me to the floor.
“Get off her,” Julia cried, trying ineffectually to pull the zombie from me.
“It’s all right,” I replied. Looking up at the zombie as she lifted her skirt to reveal her pale pussy, the only part of her that still looked clean, fleshy and pink and full of life. “I have an idea.”