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  1. THE BIG DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The day of my fifth anniversary of joining as a member on this website!

    I know it's a cliche to say something like this, but it doesn't make it any less true, so... I have all of YOU to thank for giving me the drive to continue to do the things I do here. It's one thing to have it just be a simple hobby, but there's only so much interest you can have vested in it with regards to sharing such content if not enough people are expressing their appreciation for it. I don't say "love", because let's face it: I will never, EVER be able to match the quality of the more well-established names here, and even some that are lesser known than I but got a much faster start right out of the gate.

    But as the old saying goes: with great power comes great responsibility. "Power", in this case, being influence. I don't hold much sway over what goes on with the community here. And quite frankly, I don't ever WANT to. When you have all of those eyes on you, it makes you a much bigger target for scrutiny should you do something that upsets somebody. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but the simple fact is: if you try to please EVERYBODY, you're going to end up pleasing NOBODY. Know where your strengths lie and hone them there. It's absolutely okay to have some exclusivity in your products. You can't expect to be an all-encompassing monopoly and not expect pushback from SOME people.

     

    Still: thank you all for sticking with me for all this time. And now? Well... now I can come to the part I'm sure you're all eager to actually hear about. For a while now, I've been teasing this big project I've had in the works that'd be fully unveiled to you on this day. Now when I say "project", I don't actually mean a single piece of content, or even a string of it as such. Rather: it's a long-term program that just about anybody can get involved with. It's still in the planning stage right now, so it'll still be a while before it launches fully, but I can give you a rudimentary outline that gives you a basic idea of what to expect.

    Introducing... The In-Continent Initiative!

    So what do I mean by that? Well, at its most basic level: it's a system through which site users from all across the globe can come together and share some more... shall we say... homely thoughts on omorashi. What it means in their respective cultures and how we each might have our own different approaches to it. Anyone who tells you that one size fits all? Yeah, that's a LIE. We all have our own acquired tastes, and it CAN stem from what our nationalities are.

    How it works is that it's a community that's gonna be set up in the form of a Discord server. On entering, you'll be able to choose from one of the six occupied continents on this place: Africa, Asia, Europe, North America, Oceania and South America. This'll assign you to a range of different chatrooms made specifically for those who also fit into the category you find yourself in. Of course, there'll also be one global chatroom for everybody to come to so we can compare and contrast. You can upload pretty much anything omorashi-related there, and in any medium: literature, art, online videos, television, movies, and whatever else have you.

    Every month, we'll be hosting contests through which people can submit something of their own making for judgement. Speaking as someone from Australia, I'll be electing myself as the representative for Oceania. Applications for everywhere else, though, will be opening up a week in advance. The day before the server officially launches, the announcement of representatives for the panel will be selected, and then everything will be put into place. In each contest, we'll be picking the best from every continent in the first phase. This will get these people to be 'starred' on the server for a time and grant them special perks. What exactly those are, I've yet to decide, but you'll find out in due time. And whoever wins the grand prize in the second phase? The entirety of the continent they represent will then get EXTRA-special perks. Again: not decided what they are.

    As for when it'll launch? That's a good question. It'll definitely be sometime this year, though likely not for a few months yet. However, I don't yet know the exact costs of keeping a server maintained (if any). I may have to partner up with stockkeepers from the site in order to get additional funding, should it be out of my current price range. But again: expect more information to come as it's all officially being put together.

    So I hope this is something you're all looking forward to! Because I know I certainly am.

  2. My blog entry was a while ago and back then I was going to just occasionally post about challenges I do but I decided I want to have a different place to start some random thoughts like a diary. The first topic is a quickie on public holding 

     

    I recently started a summer job; being a desperation enjoyer with a large bladder and a bit of an addiction (unhealthy I know...) means finding as many opportunities to hold it as possible. That being said, there are also many places where being at the verge of wetting yourself is not very ideal; I have expectations to meet and my personal and professional reputation to hold. Usually this means that I have to time my bladder so that I can be desperate as I get into a place that I can hold myself without putting my reputation at risk. Typically this just involves me drinking more and holding for longer until I feel confident in what amount of is good. So as time goes on I get more and more confident in my bladder and when to go and when not to make myself very desperate. Of course the fun factor is that sometimes my bladder can be really inconsistent, sometimes I can hold it the whole 8 hours and sometimes I pee like 4 times. But as long as I stick to a routine schedule I feel confident in avoiding accidents. 

     

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    i want to share one of my experiances wit you

    Recently I had to go to Groningen by car (I live in the Randstad). You understand, that's a long drive of 250 km. Bring a snack and a drink along the way.

    Just past Amsterdam I felt a slight urge to pee, but I ignored it as I was just on my way. I usually manage for a while. After fifteen minutes I turned onto the A6 and unnoticed I had already drunk half a liter of water. The urge came back a little more intensely than before. It made me a little horny and decided to postpone it a little longer while driving. I knew I was taking a big risk, but I secretly found it very exciting. At one point I drove past a gas station where I would normally stop to pee. Not this time, however. The sign along the road said next gas station in 30 km. I was driving 120 km per hour, so fifteen minutes should still be possible... Meanwhile, as I continued to drive, the need became quite high and I started to squeeze him a bit. Hand in my crotch and thighs together I tried to hold back the urge. In the meantime I started to realize that the fifteen minutes was perhaps a bit too ambitious and that I probably wouldn't make it. Meanwhile, with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand constantly squeezing my crotch to reduce the pressure slightly. Meanwhile, the gas station was getting closer and I drove into the parking lot. The pressure was so high that I no longer dared to enter for fear of losing control in the shop. Parked at the very back of the parking lot, right next to a small bush, I had to wait a while because another family was getting in. Then I would be alone. While waiting with 2 hands on my crotch, I could no longer sit still. Finally I saw them driving away and at that moment my concentration slackened for a moment and I felt a warm wave escape. Right into my pants......Shit, I thought. It took no more than two/three seconds, but the trace in my jeans was immediately visible. Disappointed, I wanted to get out to finally pee, but while getting out something went wrong again and a wave of pee escaped.... In one movement I got out and took my still peeing penis out of my pants to let the rest flow freely. nature... What a relief that was... Once I had finished peeing I saw that my jeans were wet up to the knees and my underpants were not in much better condition. I immediately threw this away. I stood there with a swollen penis, still quite horny from what had happened. I looked around and saw no one who could see me directly. Slowly I started to jerk myself off, slowly at first but soon the pace increased. It didn't take long before I came violently. I decided to put my jeans back on in the hope that they would dry again during the ride. Fortunately it was black so it wasn't immediately noticeable, but it certainly wasn't invisible.
     

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    So.. recently I've been having a lot of fantasies lately.. about me having to pee a FUCKING FOUNTAIN.. so I decided I could just share it on here cause um... yeah.

    I imagine myself sometimes walking home from work, intentionally not using the toilet cause it seems fun. I would end up coming in home desperate to pee, at a like.. 7 but they would sometimes go wrong.

    The work doesn't have good AC and so I have basically 1.5L in my body and it's during the summer so I try to drink some more water so I'm not fully dehydrated. When I come into the apartment building their actually working AC flows in and my desperation goes from a 6 or 7 to an 8.. sometimes a 9. I then rush to the elevator, hoping nobody has to use it.
     

    This time, I was the first to use it, my floor would be on floor 21, and on about floor 5.. some guy comes in and sees me. I try to tone down the pure desperation dance I am having and he questions it. But I try to shake it off, telling him that everything was all good (When in reality I am FUCKING BURSTING).. he eventually realizes that I actually have to pee, and so he reaches for the elevator control panel. I realize that he's aiming for the higher ones, and so I instinctively slap his hand away telling him to seriously fuck off with that. He then says he has to meet a friend on floor 20. My body twitched and he managed to push floor 20 successfully. I just glared at him but try to hold myself in.. trying not to talk to the omoorg discord cause I wouldn't want him to know what's up lol

    Well.. he did actually leave at floor 20, and as he left.. I just heard him say "I wish she would wet herself.." and I'm like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" and the elevator closed and I finished saying "EXCUSE ME?!"

    So um.. I ended up going to my floor.. and the sudden stop on the elevator and my mind knowing what floor I'm on, PLUS the fact my bladder is literally 8.9.. it just entered a 9 for a second and I just leaked all over my skirt and stocking..

    I just fucking DASHED to my fucking room. Realizing that I am literally at my peak. I CANNOT HOLD ANY MORE OF THE PEE IN MY BLADDER RIGHT NOW

    So.. I got to my apartment, and tried to dig around for my purse.. but just realized that one.. 1) I had eyes all over me. 2) I.. dropped.. my purse.. when I started.. running. I just looked towards the elevator.. realizing that I have to run.. all the way back there..
     

    Then I saw it.. My purse on one of the bystanders.. I just looked at it like it was a miracle upon me that I didn't have to run over there again.. Then my body shot the fuck up.. and I just slammed my body on the wall.. or what felt like it...

    THIS BODY HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PISS. IT IS GOING TO LEAVE NOW.

    And I just felt some of me pee just leak through my panties and stockings.. and I couldn't hide my desperation anymore. I HAD TO GRIP ON FOR DEAR FUCKING LIFE.

    The stranger, thankfully, and for the love of thankfullness.. opened my door for me.. and when he did.. I didn't even hesitate to headbutt through the door.. full send..

    And now.. I went from barely leaking.. To leaking big. (Basically peeing myself)

    I just sprinted towards my bathroom, realizing for a fucking fact that I just leaked so fucking much onto the floor. My legs, arms, anything couldn't hold it the fuck in. I ended up shoving my bathroom door out of the way and I tried to get my skirt off, my leggings off.. but then my bladder just gave way.. it started peeing with or without my consent.

    SO FUCK IT. I SAT ON THE TOILET, MY STOCKING BARELY COVERING MY CROTCH AND PANTIES STILL ON AND I JUST PISSED.

    And how did it feel?

    Fucking. Great.

    The feeling was so great I literally moaned as the hissing just came through as I just started pissing into the toilet.. My body just felt like everything is leaving into the toilet... and everything.. just poured out..

    The sweat on my body.. the feeling that people are watching.. this feeling...

    Wait...

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    Chapter 17: New Horizons, Forbidden Fruits

    ~~19th year, 1st day, 10th hour~~

    I take a moment to yawn and stretch my arms up above my head. I've been sitting down for nearly twelve hours straight, at a command center computer here at The Citadel. It's probably not very healthy thing to do but whatever. The blinding glare of the screen hits my eyes at an awkward angle, causing me to rub them in annoyance. I'm just one of many soldiers assigned to desk duty on level five.

    Man technically I am nineteen years old today, in Earth years anyway. I'll keep track of my days in Earth time for you guys but for me, who's been living in space for the last month, it doesn't really matter all that much.

    Man it really has been a month already...

    I can't really say it's been the most interesting thirty days of my life. In fact it's kind of just flown by. Axel, Jason and Sorcha have gone on like four or five missions so far, while Eris and me haven't even left the station yet. I guess that shows you that Father isn't all that confident in my abilities. Can't say I blame him but still, it kind of sucks.

    Most days I'm just organizing and categorizing parts of the vast amounts of data into The Creator's archives that come in from an innumerable amount of intergalactic sources. If I'm lucky though I'll actually have days where I have free reign to investigate shit on my own and try to find something, anything, that The Creators can use against The Gray Dragoons.

    Such work shifts are rare though, not that I've personally found anything useful anyway. Life is kinda hard to live when it feels like nothing you do is really changing anything.

    But regardless sex is always fun... and honestly it's been the best distraction while living here so far. I've met a bunch of Reapers who I'm friendly with and even a few non-Reaper soldiers who are... fine. Yeah there's some asshole Reapers and plenty of jerkwad comrades around here but I do my best to stick with ones who won't be downright nasty to me.

    But yeah nothing much has really happened. I wish I could say that something has changed but regardless, my personal shift is done for now. So I get up and stretch my legs and feel my bladder complaining to me. I have to hold back a horny smile as I walk to the nearest bathroom, which will take about ten minutes, that shit is far away.

    So I guess I'll spend that time explaining a few things.

    First of all, me and Sorcha, while we technically haven't broken up, we haven't spoken much... since that day. She became deeply depressed and distant after Toshia's death, I think she cared about him way more than I could have known. We haven't slept together since either.

    I don't blame her though I'm just going to give her time. And I guess if our relationship is over... well it's just over. Shit happens. Being sad about it now won't change anything, I've had plenty of time for that these last few weeks. As far as I know though, Eris and Axel's relationship is still going strong, even if it's long distance most of the time. Axel is still back at The Citadel at least once or twice a week though, so I assume they spend that time together getting freaky with it.

    Lastly, Jason. Yeah I have like nothing to say about him, sorry. He hasn't said a word to me since we've been here and I barely see him. Whenever I do he looks angry and miserable. I understand why but... it's not my problem anymore. Besides I've seen him hang around with "his boys" and laugh and smile with them, so it's likely that he's just trying to move on in his own way.

    I think... it's just painful for most of us to be together. Axel and I are still friends but we really only text. I've had dinner with Eris and him a few times but in general our relationship is more of a formality, at least it seems that way on the surface.

    I could mention my new friends and lovers right now but I'll get to them later I'm sure.

    For now, before I enjoy a nice long piss let me tell you about one more thing that I will really only address once. As I said earlier I'll be tracking my days based off of Earth's solar calendar, even though it's completely meaningless except for the fact that my body is still on a twenty four hour cycle, more or less. There is some variations of course, it's impossible for me to stay completely on track but regardless I work in twelve hour shifts and try my best to keep them twelve hours apart.

    But for those who are too damn curious, here we go. A year on The Citadel is ten months, two weeks in each month, ten days in each week and fifty hours in each day.

    Yeah. Try keeping track of that in your head nerds. The Creators really like the number ten I guess... and twenty and fifty. Nice round numbers.

    Thanks doc.

    But yeah that means that one year on The Citadel is 1.141 Earth years or a single Earth year is 87.6% of a Citadel year. Confused yet? Me neither.

    So yeah it's just much easier for everyone if I keep track of time in a way that we're all familiar with, instead of trying to constantly convert shit to turds and turds to shit.

    Speaking of shit, I enter the public bathroom and surprise surprise, it smells. Dumps are constantly being taken in here after all, except for the one hour a day when it is closed. It's open for forty nine hours straight though, afterwhich the androids clean up in here for an hour and unlock it again. The bathroom design is identical to the ones I've been used to in the megastructure, except these ones are like... twenty times bigger. With like forty sitting toilets and forty urinals inside, along with some sinks and mirrors along one wall. 

    There's no toilet paper here by the way, apparently once one is done pooping, with the press of a button a tentacle like thing comes out from behind the toilet seat, cleans the crap off of your butt with water and sucks the remainder of it out of your anal colon like a vacuum cleaner and washes you out like some kinda fucked up sci-fi parasitic worm that barfs water up your ass just to suck it inside itself once again.

    If that detailed run on sentence was gross I apologize but that's literally what they do. Not that I'd know... I've not used my personal one in my apartment as an aid for masturbating... no never.

    But yeah, point is, it kind of blows in here... but it's the kind of sucky you get used to... like using the toilet at a public mall or I don't know, a football stadium.

    Anyway, a nearby urinal is open, so I don't waste any time in dropping my military pants and gray panties and enjoying a warm soothing piss. Yellow fluid shoots out of my urethra as I thrust my hips forward and I can't help but smile... always feels so nice as my bladder starts to empty itself.

    I've stopped caring about the countless stares I get, I'm sure hundreds of anthros and humans and whatever else have seen my butt by now. I've seen other females do this too but it's not very common.

    I force the urine out of me harder as I subtly place my left hand on my asscheek and open it just a smidge, the exhibitionist side of me hopes that someone looks at me and sees my cute butthole. I am... needlessly horny today, even though I just had sex a few days ago. If it weren't for the unpleasant stench in here I'd probably touch myself most days not going to lie.

    Regardless after my nice nearly daily mini-exhibitionist session, I pull up my pants, wash my hands and leave the bathroom. I make my way towards the public showers which are basically bath houses that you'd find on Earth, only more perverted. Once inside I strip down naked and put my dirty clothes inside a capsule that goes into a tube. It's sent to my room via some kinda transport system, I don't fully understand how it works either but yeah there's an exit to said tube in my cabinet that drops them directly into my laundry basket. Yeah I still have to wash them myself... although here at the public showers we get to use towels that we don't have to clean ourselves so... that's mostly why I freshen myself up here.

    Well that and I love the attention too. I've had sex in here more than a few times, almost every time I go in here there is usually some couple going at it. Last week there was a full blown orgy in here, that was fun.

    Regardless nothing much happens, I tease myself a tad, smile at some human wanking off to me soaping my ass and clean myself up pretty quickly. I dry myself off with a free towel and open my pre-registered tube again. We have to deposit our own clean clothing in here that we want to wear after our showers. Today just happens to be a day when I'll wear my white bra and panties that I handcrafted, well alchemy crafted I mean to say. 

    I usually have like three sets of undies stored here at any one time, since I've not been on a mission to some random planet yet I really haven't had the opportunity to craft more of them, which I'd like to do... if I ever go on an assignment. But yeah here at The Citadel there is very little that I could deconstruct atomically without getting accusatory glares cast onto me. I could go to the trash area on level seven, but security there is fairly tight and it'd be embarrassing to say that my reason for going there would be to make extra panties for myself. So yeah I haven't done that.

    I head home in naught but my underwear, which is common these days, and make my inside my apartment building. I only experience a few casual glances thrown my way today. I head to the top floor by taking the stairs and enter the small gym here. There's also a pool and a rec room of sorts on this floor, along with a few vending machines, all of which are free to use and are usually stocked fairly well, mostly with sports drinks and such. I've seen the autonomous drone that comes to fill it a couple of times, something even more low tech than the androids around here. Despite that I don't really pay much attention to it as I get a yellow tinted drink from the vendor. 

    It's not urine I swear... really its not.

    Anyway, it's nice to work out here because usually it's fairly empty and I can concentrate, only Reapers have a reason to use this place after all. When compared to the much bigger public places on the level, this area is just chill and more private. Before I begin I do some light stretching, remember kids that's important.

    I spend about thirty minutes on the treadmill and another twenty lifting weights. There is a dialed panel inside the room, for adjusting the artificial gravity. It can go up to 30G but I've never seen it that high, I couldn't even come close to walking in here if that setting was active. I just keep it at the normal zone though, which is about 1.5G.

    After drinking half of my sci-fi pissorade I get onto an exercise bike and start to pedal. Damn the seat is really massaging my pussy in all the right places. I can't help but rub my covered muff on it sensually and sigh deeply. I need it bad right now. If this keeps up for too long I'll probably stop exercising and just full on masturbate.

    Almost as if the sexual gods are answering my horny prayers, a Reaper walks into the gym about five minutes later, one whom I've met a few times.

    He's a mostly red feathered bird anthro with short pink hair and black feathers on his arms and... other private places. He's also built like a truck and fairly tall, I'd put him at around 5'11" or so. My sweaty panty-covered ass is there to greet him as I turn my head to the side and smile.

    "Hey Angel. You're done your shift too hmm?" The arousal in my voice is clear.

    "Sup Vaine? Haven't seen you for... about ten days." His tone is relaxed as he oogles at me.

    "Yeah... our schedules just don't line up well I guess." I face forward again and keep pedaling, being sure to give him a show as I lift my ass off of the seat. "I turned nineteen today by the way."

    My pussylips are clinging to my panties and leaking, his fixated gaze on my lush backside pushes my libido into a frenzy. My undies feel like they're tighter than usual and it's making me go insane as I feel my nipples stiffen.

    "Awesome!" He laughs lately. "We should go out to a bar to celebrate!"

    "You know that's not really my style." I brush him off lightly in response. "But I do know another way that we could do so..."

    I pull my white panties down slightly, just enough so that he can see about an inch or two of my buttcrack and I keep pedaling lewdly.

    I don't have to turn around as I know he's already there close behind me, staring at my tushy like it's sent from the heavens as my tail swishes around his abdomen. I giggle a bit, my pedaling slows down for a moment as I feel his large talon tipped hands cup my buttcheeks from underneath and give them a rough squeeze.

    "Damn, your panties are so sexy." I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and we've not even really begun.

    I smile devilishly as I keep my legs moving, his groping doesn't let up as I feel my cunt dampen and heat up even more. Did I mention he loves to toy with my ass? No? Kay.

    "Mmmm, thanks. Yeah I... made them to remember a friend of mine." I turn my head to the side and give him a sarcastic pout. "But enough about them... ahh... yeah right there."

    He stops playing with my ass after about a minute, afterwhich we move onto the next stage. He slides his hand into the back my panties and begins to finger my anus. I tighten it as much as possible around his digit, I can literally feel his elevated pulse through his finger. He makes small circular motions in and around my asshole that cause me to shudder with delight. His talon feels too good...

    I let out a moan and a giggle. "Ahh fuck... you know exactly where I like it..."

    He gives me a silly horny grin in response. "I have an extra hour to kill before my next shift starts. We can take this nice and slow."

    My pussy shudders and loosens a bit after that, if I wasn't leaking girlcum before I sure am now.

    "Haha yeah... that sounds fun." I laugh lightly, trying my best to sound composed, even though my head is in the clouds.

    I finally take my hands off of the handle bars and sit down as best as I can with his finger still probing my anal cavity. He's standing so close behind me now that I can reach his privates without turning around, so I start rubbing his bird cock through his boxers.

    "Oooh yesss..." He groans in my ear.

    My pussy clenches involuntarily at the sound of his voice and I rock my hips back and forth, doing my best to move rhythmically with his anal fingering. I feel like I'm going to explode, every nerve in my lower body is on fire as he wraps his free arm around my underboobs and continues his consensual sexual assault on my dump truck's entrance.

    "Damn you're nice and sweaty... just how I like you." Angel teases as he pecks at my ear roughly.

    I respond by tightening my grip on his dick through his underwear and the effect is immediate as it hardens even more and tents against the fabric. I feel my panties become completely soaked and cling tightly to my vagina as his finger continues to plunge in and out of my asshole. I can feel his cock growing longer and firmer in my grasp as my heart races even quicker. My blood is boiling in the best possible way right now.

    "I think your... birdhood is ready to fill my tank." I try to make a corny joke but as always it's probably just cringe-inducing instead.

    He simply laughs as he pulls off his boxers while I take off my bra. With my back to him I slide my panties to the side, every part of my agape pulsing asshole is completely exposed to him. I lick my lips erotically and smile at him again, making sure my asscheeks are spread as far apart as possible with one hand.

    "You are so damn horny Vaine." He says as his impressive erection rests between my asscheeks.

    "I'm young and sexually active, sue me." I giggle as he pushes the head of his red cock into my black butthole.

    "I can see that." He grunts as his penis slips deeper into me, my bowel's muscles clench around him tightly and I can't help but let out a squeal of pleasure.

    My head spins a bit as he fully enters me, his entire seven inch long johnson buries itself in my rectum. My covered cunt spasms involuntarily against the bike seat as his balls press up against my puckered anus. My slit is constricted within my panties tightly as it continues to let me know how much I'm enjoying this.

    I grab the handle bars of the bike and lean back against him. His arms wrap around my torso as he grabs ahold of the bike with me, my hands are in his and I feel the leathery yet soft texture of his palms.

    He starts off slow, his hips thrust forward and back with the utmost precision as I feel his hard shaft rhythmically massage the inner walls of my anal cavity. Each time he thrusts in and out my entire lower body aches with pleasure. His dick is exactly what I needed today.

    "Oh Angel, you're so fucking big... yes right there! Hahhaa..." My words come out as whines as I feel his entire cock sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my backside.

    He doesn't reply, instead he just keeps going. His hands are on top of mine, so he can have full control of our buttfucking session. He squeezes them harder as he thrusts a little faster into me, his hips and crotch meet the back of my ass in the most perfect way, his balls slap against my drenched panties, spreading my girlcum down there and sending tingles through my whole body.

    Fuck this feels too amazing.

    He moans lightly as I continue to hold onto the handlebars and feel his warm ragged breath on my shoulder. After every deep repeated insertion, my asshole feels more and more pleased. Just when I think he's anally probed every corner of my rectum I'm reminded of how wrong I am as different nerves get triggered with each thrust.

    "Mmm that's so good... fuck... keep it up like that.." I encourage him.

    He chuckles a bit in response, the feeling of his cock inside of my sensitive butt is driving me insane. I can feel a familiar force build up in my loins and I know it's not going to be long before I cum.

    "Mmm fuck... I'm... close." My breathing is quick and shallow, my heart is beating so fast that it almost hurts.

    "Me too..." He pants as his cock throbs and pulses in my asshole.

    My pussy shudders violently, like a volcano ready to erupt in my loins...

    "Haaaaaahh!!"

    My body convulses and shakes, my toes curl, my asshole clenches even tighter around his dick and I throw my head back into his chest, a massive moan escapes my lips as I shoot out torrents of girlcum from my cunt and my panties become thoroughly wet from muff to ass as I leak vaginal fluid everywhere. Seconds later, I feel waves and waves of his steaming sperm filling my bowels, he thrusts into me harder and harder, trying to push himself deeper inside of me as he groans loudly and climaxes.

    Feeling his hot jizz bubble and spread through my butthole is one of the best things about anal sex... along with everything else of course.

    My orgasmic high lasts for about fifteen seconds before we both start to chill while still breathing heavily. He pulls out of me and his seed starts to leak out, as the aftershocks of my own enflamed libido slowly dissipates. I force it out of me and it comes out quicker with sounds equivalent to a series of wet farts accompanying it. I only do so because I know he likes it.

    "Your butt squeaks are so cute." He laughs unironically.

    "You're as weird as ever." I smile back as I drink the other half of my urine tinted sports drink.

    "Aren't we all?" He says as he picks up his boxers.

    After a few more minutes we clean up after ourselves and I put my dirty underwear in my apartment, before heading back out into the hallway naked. Angel asks if we want to hang out for about half an hour but I decline, saying that I have to finish my gym routine. Which is true but kinda silly I know, sex is enough of a workout.

    What? You want me to describe Angel to you more? Uhh... to be fair I really don't know much about him, he's really just a sexfriend and not much else. He was a famous athlete on his homeworld before he became a Reaper, he lived during a time that was similar to the 1980's on Earth. I'm not sure what more you want from me. If I get to know him more sometime... I'll share it but... not to be rude he's not that important to me at all.

    Regardless, I spend more time on the bike, before finishing my workout with some squats and leg lifting. If anyone else came in here right now they'd see everything. Not that I'd mind.

    My workout session ends without another romantic encounter however and I head to the pool to relax. I swim for about twenty minutes before I rest on one of the few deckchairs. Once I'm fairly dry I head to the lounge, which is basically just a room with a couch and a big TV on it.

    Well it's not a TV, it's way more advanced than one, but it's just much easier to call it that. It has data from every single world that Father got Reaper's from, like every form of digital entertainment that existed or that he could get ahold of. If the movie or show didn't have a digital copy or if it was very rare and only in physical form yeah it's probably not there. It's not a complete list but it's as close as one can get.

    Also if said planet was too primitive for TV or audio recording technology, well obviously they'd not be in the menu. It's also convoluted and annoying to navigate really. Like for me, I have to select Earth, then specify the country, followed by the media type and genre and then the year or decade after that. Only then am I given a list of things to watch or listen to.

    Yeah I've been bored enough to watch a few random things from other planets but I haven't really enjoyed doing that, so I almost always pick something from Earth.

    ... I'm ranting really hard about a digital TV guide hmm? Yeah... I probably should stop. The only good thing about it is that it's all voice and motion control activated, with a remote control it'd be hellish.

    Anyway, I watch a random Korean reality competition show about people getting "married" (and divorced) while going head to head against each other in various challenges involving cooking and sports. It's a really random and chaotic show and I only picked it because it was rated for "adults only" and the only nudity in it is butts, so lame.

    I mean yes I love asses but when it's the only thing nice to look at when there's so much more they could show the audience is just blech. After I'm bored of watching tushies, I head home to pee since I'm forbidden do so on the couch... and then go to bed.

    This is a fairly normal day here at The Citadel. I'm not forgetting how nice the megastructure was before all of this... but I'm adjusting to life here.

    Even if it's a mostly boring one. 

    ...

    I miss Japanese cuisine. And my friends. But mostly the food. I'm kidding relax... geez.

    Ok bye.

    ~~19th year, 68th day, 7th hour~~

    Well… shit. Something significant actually happened today. Shocking I know. Let me back up though. 

    I woke up, peed in the shower, brushed my teeth-

    Okay that’s too far back, move it forward a tad. It was about an hour before my lunch break, I was sitting at my work computer as usual when I actually found something in the data that I was combing through. After a couple months of tedious sifting through digital mountains of sand I finally found some gold specks, so to speak.

    Okay maybe not gold it is probably bronze or something but still, better than nothing. I even double and then triple checked just to be sure. I found someone who is ranked 28th on the Creator’s most wanted list. Father thought it was important as well and so, within the hour I found myself about to give a briefing to five of my fellow allies, as well as four big shot Creators.

    I’m nervous as fuck. Why do I have to be the one to give a damn public speech on such short notice?! And why are two other Reapers here… plus three other random servants of other Creators? I didn’t know but I just came here as I was ordered to.

    The six of us are all standing in a row in a medium sized circular room. Several large monitors are scattered about on the walls and the four elevated Creators before us are sitting behind a single large curved podium of sorts. Father, The Archdeacon, The Matriarch and some gravely pale, thin lady called The Nightwalker are all staring at us.

    Yeah she looks like a stereotypical vampire mistress ok? I really don’t care to describe her much beyond that. She’s not important at all anyway… maybe. I’m sure I’ll get to describing my comrades in here soon but for now, Father speaks up.

    “Now that we’re all here, I’d like you to disclose what you told me to those of us gathered in this hall.” Father's words carry a huge weight of authority as I take a few steps forward.

    “Yes my lords… and ladies.” I hesitate for a moment as I pull out my micro tablet from my side pocket that I carry with me almost all the time now.

    “The data cache from the outer sector 43-815b was relayed to The Citadel’s servers eighty nine hours ago.” I begin speaking as clearly as I can. “As I was manually going through the massive amount of gathered intel I found something of significance in the Galletron Five Star System.”

    I press a few buttons on my tablet and someone’s ugly facehole gets displayed on the monitors.

    “Ronzey Goldenfloc, former husband to one of The Nine, wanted for the plethora of Gray Dragoon information that he undoubtedly possesses. He’s ranked 28th on our most wanted list of targets. Even after his marriage broke down he still kept in contact with one of The Gray Dragoon's leaders, according to our older records at least.”

    My tone conveys an aura of disinterest but I don’t really care to hide my feelings, I already explained this once after all. I play a muted video that shows a political campaign ad that was broadcast on his present home planet. He ran for the president of this backwater world like twenty years ago and won, ruling still as a power hungry dictator. Aside from his clean hair and lack of an eye patch, it’s easy to see that he is indeed the same wretched human from his mug shot on our hit list.

    “About… sixty-ish years ago he was a the CEO of a mega-corporation that turned this hellish desert wasteland of a planet into something that could be considered livable. His government owns, operates and regulates twenty three large cities across the surface and its been used as a spaceport for the galactic alliance in the sector since then.”

    I stop for a moment, I’ve said basically all I need to say… just the bare minimum of information that I uncovered. I wanna uncover my butt and piss hard right about now just to relieve the pressure in my chest, this is stressful. Public speaking is definitely not my forte.

    "This is a chance that we cannot fail to take." The Archdeacon starts his statement like an emotionless drone and not with his usual charismatic prophet voice. "The six of you will go to Galletron Five's inhabited world and retrieve him. This must be done with the upmost discretion, we don't have the manpower necessary right now to take on another galactic alliance in the middle of this war."

    Kay.

    ...

    Wait what?! Hold on... the six... of us... does that mean I'm going?! On a mission?! For the first time?!

    I'm sure the shock is plastered all over my face but before I have the chance to respond, someone carries on the conversation.

    "With all do respect my lord," A tall black deer cloaked in shadow talks with a rather calming yet unsettling voice. "How can we be sure that this... Ronzey fellow actually has anything of use to us?"

    "Because we know the kind of man he is." Father replies. "He's been sympathetic towards The Gray Dragoons... misguided sense of justice for centuries in the past. I have no doubt he's still in contact with someone who we can use to get a foothold in this conflict, perhaps that's even still his ex-wife."

    "Yes." The Nightwalker's tone is as cold as one would expect. "I have no doubt... that rotten man is like a snake waiting for the opportune moment to strike. If we spook him he'll go even deeper into his refuse plastered nest. We only have one shot at this, which is why this assignment must be treated with the upmost discretion."

    "Forgive me Father." The dark cervine kneels on the ground. "I spoke too rashly."

    The Nightwalker sneers at him, we all see it but Father simply smiles and I have to hold back a laugh. Even the badass looking stag Reaper wants nothing to do with her as he completely ignores her. Regardless I feel like I have to speak up about something else.

    "I'd also like to say that... are you sure I'm right fit for this mission?" I sound kind of shy for the first time since coming into this room I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me but I had to ask.

    "You're the one who found this valuable information that would have slipped by us otherwise." The Archdeacon compliments me and I feel weird. "Besides, your computer skills will be of use for this task, you are the fourth best hacker among The Citadel's legion after all."

    "Wait I am?" I blurt out. I'm surprised again but try to hide it.

    "Indeed." Father elaborates. "You get more work done per hour in the army command center than almost anyone else. You should be proud. I have no doubt that this is the perfect first mission for you."

    "Thank you Father." I have to hold back tears of joy to be honest.

    I'm... actually good at something? I'm not completely worthless? My heart and world just got a whole lot lighter. These past few months I thought I was stuck here because I didn't stand out in any way. Turns out I was just really good... at a tedious job. It's not combat or anything flashy... but it's something.

    I'm useful... damn. I really should keep my self hatred in check, but my grief for these past ninty-ish days was keeping me from seeing how hard I was actually working.

    Anyway, while I'm praising myself the conversation with my comrades and the Creators present still carries on. I guess I should explain who they are hmm? Brace yourselves this may take a while.

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    Here we have a young girl. I mean she's probably around my age but yeah. She looks like a stereotypical priestess from a fantasy world. Her name is Fei and she's a servant of The Matriarch. She has beautiful purple eyes and long silverish-gray hair. She's about my height. Her butt and boobs are smaller than mine though. judging by how they're not poking out suggestively from her rather tight robes.  Yeah I don't really know her... but I guess I will learn more about her on this assignment... along with everyone else of course.

    She's going to be our healer, so it seems like she's only useful for our non-Reaper companions. 

    Speaking of which...

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    Standing beside Fei is... a brutish male alien. He looks like an anthro but he's for sure not, he doesn't have any fur for one thing, except maybe a bit of stubble for a goatee. Just gray skin, deep set red eyes and an overbite that'd put anyone to shame. He almost looks orc like... or tiger like... but even those descriptions aren't really accurate. He's really tall too, almost seven feet, maybe an inch or two shorter. His tail is also long and thin, very cat-esque.

    Yeah I have no idea... I've never met him so I guess I'll have to ask him what he calls himself. Also he serves The Archdeacon so he's a religious nutjob, great. Maybe he's one of those who just silently obeys and doesn't actually believe in the cultish gobbledygook? 

    Hopefully that's the case. I don't need to be preached to.

    Also he's here because of his excellent melee combat abilities... not exactly the subtly I thought we were looking for but who knows... maybe he's a fucking ninja or some shit. His name is Xer-Ren, quite awesome honestly. I hope his personality is as great as his appearance but when have I ever been lucky?

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    Next up... is someone who I can only describe as a stereotypical badass sidekick character in a shonen anime. Yeah I know I should stop comparing every human I see to a cartoon stereotype but I can't help it for some reason. Wild dark blue hair, blue eyes, a small face tattoo that looks kinda tribal-like and enough swag to fill up a toilet bowl.

    Ahh... piss. I will be sure to wee before leaving for the mission.

    Anyway yeah his earrings, necklaces and fancy suit are all fucking epic and compliment his fashion sense perfectly. I can tell how buff he is through that jacket as well, sexy piece of manmeat right here... sexy enough for a human anyway.

    Ahem regardless, his name is Braun, boring name bud, and he's our... aerial combat expert. Does that mean he's a pilot? Maybe, I dunno.

    God all of my companions are just so fuckable despite us not being the same species. I really should get my mind outta the slut gutter.

    Thankfully, my last two allies on this mission are anthros... kind of. I think.

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    Now we get to the elephant in the room... or the deer in this case. The Reaper that all other Reaper's fear... or so I've heard. Father's number one soldier, the original son who has had the longest amount to time to build up his soul power... and is said to easily be able to take on a fully equipped army by himself.

    I'm not intimidated by his tall and lithe body that constantly billows smoke and it somehow manages to not fill up the room. His red glowing facial scars and tattered black robes don't freak me out at all... nope not at all.

    For some reason, on my first day here, Hannes warned me about Kastor. Told me to stay as far away as possible and avoid him like the plague. Well I'm here now and I'm not dead so I'm sure it's fine. Anthros said the same thing about me in high school after all. I don't really care that he's an outsider from most other Reaper's point of view. In a way I kind of connect with him on that... even though we've not spoken at all.

    Anyway his specialty is magic. How very vague but whatever. Did I mention he was tall? Like he'd be a full head taller than Axel at least, not including his antlers. Look I'm sorry to keep comparing you pal but hey you were the former tallest anthro I knew so... yeah. I'll stop now.

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    At the complete opposite end of the height spectrum... we have a short white rabbit anthro standing beside Kastor. Like he can't be any more than four feet tall, likely even less. He'd have to stare up at me through my underboobs in order to see my face, assuming he was right in front of me of course.

    Ahem... moving on. His name is Carrots. We've met quite a few times throughout The Citadel. He always wears baggy and loud clothing, loud meaning like obnoxious colors. Yes I am Miss Captain obvious right now.  He's the opposite of stealthy, you would see him coming a mile away if he was in a crowd. Well, if he wasn't so god damn short.

    I don't have much else to say about him really, he's going to be our ranged combat specialist on this mission. Guess if we need a sniper for... what snipers are used for he'll be the one to call on.

    Who're you gonna call? Not the Ghostbusters.

    That sounded a lot funnier in my head.

    Regardless most of the conversation has passed by but once my mind gets back in focus, I start to pay more attention to it again.

    "As for Vaine," I perk up at hearing Father speak my name. "Your role in this mission is a supportive one. I want you to do your upmost to ensure that you avoid combat unless its absolutely necessary. This planet is infamous for being very dangerous, which is why there are so many hard hitters going with you."

    "Yes Father, I understand."

    "Departure for this assignment will be in two hours." The Archdeacon concludes. "Please gather the most essential items that you need to bring with you. An android will drop by your apartments shortly and leave behind your new ID's. It shouldn't need to be said but be sure to not share any information to anyone else about this mission outside of those in this room."

    Makes sense, if the Gray Dragoons find out who we really are that'd be bad. We also don't know if there are any traitors in our midst so it's best to limit information of soon-to-be active assignments. Our cover is like our daddies are mega rich tycoon entrepreneurs or some shit so The Creators have already bought a multi-trillion credit skyscraper in the capital city for us to stay in. A bit excessive but at least we won't have nosy neighbors, which I assume exist in any and all worlds with life. I can just imagine the little bacteria bickering now...

    Also I'm the only one in here wearing The Creator's Legion standard uniform, as I have everyday, while every other comrade besides myself is wearing whatever the hell they want. Did I miss a memo that it is somehow ok to wear anything and everything here? Hmm, whatever, not too important I guess but I will have to change before I leave.

    With that we all make our exits without speaking to each other. I guess our first conversations will be on our ship, hopefully it's not too awkward. I head back to my apartment and notice a small backpack outside of my door, with folded clothes and my new ID inside. Hmm. Well, that solves that problem. I enter my abode and try them on.

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    The clothes are exactly the style I used to love to wear, if I had to guess, I'd say that Father made these and sent them to me. I look at myself in my bedroom mirror and turn around a little.

    I gotta say... the pants are a little tight. But as I'm checking myself out I notice that damn I look sexy as fuck. It's kind of erotically empowering honestly. I almost wanna masturbate to my reflection.

    ...

    That was a joke ok? I'm not that narcissistic. Not that much. My hair has grown out a lot these last few months. I really should get it cut sometime... but that's not important right now.

    I stuff the small backpack with several sets of bras and panties, along with my toothbrush and toothpaste and other miscellaneous hygiene items. I put a couple of spare tablets inside, just on the off chance that one might break somehow, I feel like it could easily happen. 

    After that, I grab my compact scythe from my closet that took me about a month to meticulously craft. I based its aesthetics on a lightsaber but it's actually not that at all. At a glance it's just a fancy silver colored hilt, with a micro lever on one side near the top and a button in the middle of the center. With a flick of the trigger-like appendage, the entire thing expands out to about five feet in length. You could technically use it as a staff or some shit but the real fun part comes when I power it up.

    When I press the button, electricity flows through it, causing nanomachines to fly out of a very tiny hatch and attach themselves to the far end of the pole and arrange themselves into a scythe-like pattern. These simple tiny robots are extremely sturdy and won't come apart easily. Some of the nanomachines have a faint red glow for aesthetic purposes. It took me a long time to develop the code so that they'd behave that way. Okay I guess like forty three days isn't that long but still.

    But yeah to deactivate it I simply press the button again and the mini micro bots quickly swarm back into it as the length of it shrinks down to it's convenient size at the same time like a spent cock. I latch it onto my belt and smile lightly. I shouldn't have to use it but obviously if an emergency arises I'll have it on me. The only issue is that it takes a few seconds for the scythe to be combat ready, so ideally my opponent would be far enough away that they couldn't close the gap on me. But just in case they do I grab a small combat knife and strap it to the right side of my belt, that should be fine if I'm somehow caught off-guard.

    I guess I should explain how nano-technology works differently from alchemy before I go... but honestly do I really need to? It's simple really, the nanobots are programmed to take a specific shape. Whereas with alchemy the structure of what you craft is fixed depending on where you place atoms. Molecules made this way are not programable obviously. I didn't craft the nanomachines, I requested some from The Citadel's supplies. The rest of the weapon is handcrafted by me though and I could not duplicate it easily. In fact I know if I took the time to make it again it'd look and feel unavoidably different, my alchemy skills are still amateurish at best.

    Man I really didn't need to describe it in explicit detail at all but whatever, I just felt... compelled to.

    Look today is a weird day okay? I don't know what it is but something has felt off for the past couple weeks or so. So if I have to gush randomly about nanotechnology I'm gonna do it. I just feel jittery and itchy but like... in a mental way. Does that make sense? I dunno. And no it feels different from my normal self-hatred that I have to overcome, it's kind of like a hunger or a urge that isn't sexual.

    I'm sure I'll be fine... maybe.

    Regardless I leave my apartment and head down to level six of The Citadel. I have an ugly android guide me to the correct hanger and I notice that everyone else is already there. Father is also waiting close by, beside Kastor and Carrots. He tells the three of us in a hushed voice to be careful, not just because of our target but because of our other so-called allies. He's not accusing them of being spies for other Creator's political games... but he sure as hell believes it to be a possibility.

    We all nod and I'll say I'll be careful. As I start to head to the ship I notice that Father and Kastor are talking privately for a few moments. I wonder what that's about? Whatever it's not important. The ship we're going to take... looks really fancy not going to lie. And inside it's even more so. We have a minibar and a lounge area... inside of it. Alrighty.

    Well I guess that's because of our cover, our fake families being mega rich after all. Fei and I are apparently the spoiled rich kids, Xar-Ren is playing the part of our bodyguard and Braun is pretending to be our butler or something. Oh and Carrots is just our wacky friend who we invited to join us on this little excursion, really feels like you got shafted hard in this fake story bub.

    But yeah as for Kastor I don't really know what his uhh, cover is. He's just kind of here, I guess he got shafted harder. Regardless, I put my backpack in a rather small but decently spacious room marked with my spy name, Veronica Jewels, but I don't stay in there long.

    Yes I know my false ID is dumb but whatever I don't really care. I enter the lounge area again and pour myself a random drink, looks like some kind of pink tinted gin of some sort. I sit myself down on one of the third-of-a-circle style couches and try to relax as best as I can. Look I'm not high class enough to know their name ok? Peeve off.

    Regardless as I'm fighting with myself internally, Fei comes out of her space faring bedroom wearing simple white pants and a loose shirt ontop. She looks pretty cute not going to lie but she seems embarrassed by her getup.

    "You look fine without your robes..." I blurt out. "No one's going to notice uhh, anything odd with you."

    She simply takes in what I said and sits herself down near me with an elegance that I do not possess. "My name is Fei, it's nice to officially meet you Ms. Steele."

    "You don't have to be so formal." I laugh. "Feel free to call me Vaine... or whatever you'd like really. Good to meet you too Fei."

    She nods her head and smiles. After a few more awkward moments and us talking about basically nothing, someone else walks into the ship.

    With his big broad shoulders and stone-colored skin it is indeed Xer-Ren who graces us with his presence. He's wearing a thick black breastplate and thin gloves with studded knuckles but besides that he's donning what he had on before basically. I don't even really notice the small spherical red pendant that he's wearing.

    "Ladies..." His rather soft voice is sophisticated, yet strangely monotone. It's not what I expected him to sound like at all. "May the light of the red suns guide you."

    Oh. So he does believe that shit? Oof.

    Fei stands up and does a small curtsy. "May the mother of twilight protect you as well."

    Right. I forgot she's kind of a wacky loon too huh? What have I gotten myself into? I'll have to be extra careful not to badmouth either The Matriarch or The Archdeacon, if I do that would be bad. Also they're both looking at me for some reason. Oh boy...

    "May this..." I hesitate for a moment. "war for justice rip The Gray Dragoons from the historical archives."

    I don't even bother to stand up, I sounded rather dismissive if I'm being honest, I barely even raised my half-filled glass in a toast. Ugh, socializing sucks. How do you do it again?

    "I see you're not one for formalities." Xer-Ren lets out a surprisingly hearty laugh and sits down across from us. "But your comment is not untrue, this war is long overdue and we shall have the right to call ourselves civilized when it is finally over."

    "Indeed." Fei replies with an air of confidence. "Let us pray that the blessings of our path shine brightly on us soon."

    I just nod at them. This is already becoming awkward as fuck... I have to find something to do, the silence is unbearable. As if I wasn't already fidgety enough my bladder reminds me of my primal need to piss.

    ... I forgot to relieve myself before I left my apartment. God dammit. With my senses once again back to reality after being off in lala land for who knows how long, the faint scent of Fei and Xer-Ren is rather nice. Even though I'm only holding in a moderate amount of pee my pussy twitches and I begin to feel horny, as I normally do when I have some in the tank.

    Fuck.

    Normally it would be fine but in this instance, being aroused is more annoying than satisfying. Making a memorable first impression by peeing my pants? Yeah I'd never hear the end of that. It'd be hot though...

    Gah. Stop it me.

    I shift my weight around slightly as I take another sip of my drink, the sensation of the soothing liquid running down my throat only makes things worse. My loins ache as I try my hardest to not let my situation appear on my face. It's really aggravating... but it's also turning me on because of course it is. My tight leather jeans aren't helping either.

    I'm making a mountain out of a molehill aren't I? I can just excuse myself for a few minutes, I'm sure there's a bathroom on the ship. I'm an idiot. A dumb horny idiot but still.

    Just when I encourage myself mentally enough to stand up though, Braun walks into the ship all cool and swag-like. He drops his bag down on an empty lounge chair and nods at everyone. Just when I think he's about to talk to us... he heads to the back of the ship instead.

    What? Oh.

    I spent about fifteen seconds being hella confused until I hear the toots and shoots that his butt is no doubt producing now. In fact it's so loud that you'd swear he was taking a dump right in front of us. Fei just blushes for some reason while I just have a dumbfounded look on my face.

    "Filthy mongrel..." I hear Xar-Ren mutter under his breath, probably too quiet for a human to hear, I'd assume anyway.

    But who knows, I've literally never heard anyone shit so loudly, it's still going. My god. My bladder is more uncomfortable than ever as I wonder how the fuck we can even hear him when he's probably close to fifty feet away from us. Maybee he really does just poop louder than an... elephant. Yeah that makes sense...

    "Is he... alright?" Fei's eyes are wide open as she leans in towards me.

    "How am I supposed to know?!" I blurt out in a whisper.

    But yeah we just sit there in silence for a couple minutes, giving me the excuse to fidget under the guise of him making me squirm but really it's just my bladder. Braun's fartfest still goes strong and eventually stops shortly afterward. Thank the gods that don't exist because you'd think he was dying or something.

    He comes out a few minutes later looking exactly the same as he did when he went in, like nothing ever happened.

    "Did you wash your hands?" I naturally quip as he stands before us again.

    I should have kept my mouth shut. Why do I always say something so stupid and act like it's the funniest joke ever? Gah.

    "Why would you ask something like that?" He sighs as he lights up a cigarette. I just scolded myself for that buddy.

    "It's a valid question from the young lady." Xar-Ren stares coldly with his arms crossed, clearly not happy. "We could hear your gastric rumblings throughout the entirety of the vessel."

    That comment makes him look away awkwardly from us, or maybe just Fei I can't tell.

    "Sorry ladies." He apologizes as he shuffles his already wild hair with his hand. "I had way too much to eat last night."

    Fei simply chuckles lightly, she seems to be back to normal. As for me well I'm still kinda out of it but whatever. 

    Oh yeah, piss. Again.

    "You're just going to ignore me?" Xar-Ren still looks like... the angry alien that he is.

    "I have nothing to say to a follower of that... false prophet." Braun speaks as casually as ever as he pours himself a drink from the bar.

    "What was that?!" Xar-Ren stands up so violently that I'm surprised his chair doesn't fall over. "You and that immoral witch would be nothing without The Archdeacon's superior guidance and grace!"

    The two of them glare at each other intensely. Is this really happening? Is a fight really about to break out within the first half hour of us meeting? No freaking way...

    This is probably a good time for me to go to the bathroom, hopefully it doesn't still stink like however it did when Braun dropped his anal bombs in there. Watching these two men punch each other in the gut over and over again may be too much for me to handle while my pussy is screaming for relief.

    As I stand up, a black shadowy hand calmly presses itself atop Xar-Ren's left shoulder.

    "Please limit your grudges to just words until after the mission is over." Kastor's cold emotionless voice is almost enough to make everyone shudder.

    "Aww come on Ani-ki..." In contrast a joyful playful tone comes up from behind his torn robes, Carrots is seemingly standing on the side of his waist. "Let the... emotional mortals have their fun. You have to respect their short lives for what they are you know?"

    Kastor simply clicks his tongue as Carrots hops off and follows him closely like a lost kitten, laughing about something all the while. Are the two of them friends? I can't really tell. Their personalities are so different from each other it's hard to believe how casually and freely the rabbit is speaking to him.

    "Are you going somewhere?" Fei tilts her head and asks me a question as I'm snapped back to reality.

    "Oh yeah..." Now it's my turn to get all red in the face. "Nature calls. I was waiting for Braun to get out and then well all of that happened..."

    My knees would literally be shaking if I weren't standing right now.

    "You could have gone while I was in there," Braun actually shows a slightly different emotion for once, one of concern... or pity? I dunno. "There's two private privies back there."

    Vaine, The Fucking Idiot, strikes again. I should just rename this entire arc to that- wait what am I saying? I quickly excuse myself and make my way to the rear of the ship. There are indeed two of them. However, when I enter one it's almost like a scene out of a wet dream nightmare.

    There's nothing in here to piss or shit in. What? All that's here is a sink and a mirror. The sliding door hisses shut and locks itself behind me as I inadvertently press my ass up hard against it.

    Inside is... what I can only describe as a robotic see-through snake-like appendage. It is floating in the air like I'm some sort of snake charmer, just swaying back and forth. It's like a bigger version of those revolting yet arousing poop suckers from The Citadel's toilet seats, in fact I think that's exactly what it is. I can almost see the cute cartoony eyes of the "sentient serpent" staring at me right now, asking me to drop my pants.

    It doesn't say anything of course but it's movements are eerily life-like, hence the serpentine comparisons that I keep making.

    My urethra loosens up slightly and I have to manually clench my vaginal muscles. I'm going to leak really soon if I don't actually get started. This sucks... but I'm pretty sure my panties are already slightly damp from my horny and pathetic state.

    I unbuckle my jeans and let them slide partway down my legs. It takes almost all of my willpower for me to hold onto my depressurized bladder, I just want to relieve this stress built up inside my privates. 

    Fuck, this feels so bad and good. I want to masturbate so badly. It feels like it's been forever since I've touched myself while pissing. 

    Shit...

    I slowly pull down my gray underwear from the sides and abruptly stop once my pubic fur is exposed and breathe in deeply. Why do I do so? I'm not sure, I'm just sexually torturing myself at this point. The desire to wee in my undies is so strong but I resist somehow. My clitoris is on fire and she's begging me to give her some attention.

    The automated clear plastic snake's head analyzes my lower body, slips itself inside the front of my panties and makes its way to my pee hole. I feel it start to suckle on my urethra like a babe on its mother's tit and I cover my mouth with both hands and moan as quietly as I can.

    "Fuuuuckkk..." My piss gushes out of me so hard that it hurts, but it feels erotic even more so.

    I don't have the self control anymore, not now. As the synthetic serpent begins to chug my hot golden shower down its throat, I rub my clitoris roughly while still holding my mouth shut with my free hand. My panties instantly get drenched in girlcum as my pee keeps spraying out of me. I start to fantasize that someone could easily be watching me, the thought makes my sex drive feel as though it's on fire.

    "Mm, f-f-f-fuuck, fuck, fu-uuu-ck..."

    I can barely keep my voice down, I'm breathing through my nose heavily as I practically suffocate myself with my hand while masturbating furiously. The thought of getting caught is such a huge turn on as my legs continue to shake and my heart pounds faster. I can hear the tube suckling sounds, the lewd sloshing of my fingered pussy, my nasty piss being forced out of me and my muffled moans of pleasure are my entire world right now. I can hear it all so clearly.

    The feeling of urinating during a self-love session is just the greatest, the only thing better is peeing during sex. The fact that I can't stop is intoxicating, my vaginal juices are just leaking out of me quickly now as I keep imagining a faceless voyeur peeping on me. I'm a horny little whore, the snake is a big cock and I'm in heat.

    My legs give out, but I'm still standing. If I didn't have the support of the door and the tentacle'd piss sucker, I'd probably fall down. My ass is somehow thick enough to hold my weight... ahh ahh fuck...

    As my cunt's inner folds presses against the robot's smooth exterior, it's tip almost goes inside me like a synthetic cock. That light teasing is enough to send me over the edge.

    "Ahhhhh-hhh-haaaa!"

    I refuse to hold back any longer and I cum hard. The feeling is so overwhelming as I climax that it makes me wish I could piss forever. I squirt all over my legs and inner thigh, as well as the robotic snake that is still draining my bladder.

    "F-fuuuck..."

    I can't even think clearly, the ecstasy is so much that my body goes limp. It takes about another twenty seconds for the last few drops of urine to be extracted from my pussy. Once it's done, the artificial tube slips out of my half-pulled down panties and my ass plops to the warm floor.

    "I... have never... seen anything... like that..." I pant like a horny bitch as I whisper aloud to myself. "These Creator bathrooms just keep getting more and more perverted. Or maybe that's just me..."

    My mind is so hazy and clouded right now. But at the very least I feel better, no more arousing pressure in my bladder. It feels so empty and the stress that I've built up for today has completely vanished. I have a slight smile on my face, probably just an after effect from my orgasmic daze. That felt so good.

    Anyway, I don't sit on my bare butt with my pants pulled down for long, I quickly put my underwear back in place and wipe my sticky thighs clean with nearby toilet paper, I didn't notice that was there before, phew. Regardless I stand up and pull up my pants before washing my hands like a good girl.

    Afterwards I head back out and notice that Fei and Braun are sitting side by side talking at the bar, while Carrots and Xar-Ren are discussing something else on the other end of the lounge. Kastor is just sitting down in a corner alone, near the cockpit's entrance, with his eyes closed. Looks like the social circles have already been set. Also we've already taken off, I can see that we're zooming through hyperspace right now from my slight view of the cockpit and I didn't even feel it while in the washroom.

    Braun and Fei are the first ones to notice me and I manage to smile lightly.

    "Feel better I hope?" Fei seems a lot more relaxed, I dunno how much she's drank so far but her current glass is more than half empty.

    "Yeah." I scratch my cheek casually. "Did you guys hear me too or no?"

    Fei just tilts her head awkwardly. "Nah, just the uhh, steady rushing of liquid..."

    "The acoustics of this ship's plumbing system must be faulty to some degree." Braun states neutrally while inhaling a puff.

    Ahh okay. So they heard me take a long hard piss but not my loud moaning masturbating session? That's... not as embarrassing as it could have been I guess. Regardless I sit down near Kastor but not too close. I take a quick glance at him and notice something... peculiar. This is also the first time that I'm noticing... he's shorter than he normally is... and I cannot spot where the bottom of his robes end and legs begin.

    "Is their something you'd like to ask me?" Kastor still has his eyes closed but clearly he noticed my curiosity, of course he did. I cannot even imagine how insane his perception is.

    "N-No. Sorry for staring that was rude of me." I try to back pedal, even though his voice is surprisingly normal and calm.

    "It's fine. You wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last." His speech patterns are mentor-like and philosophical, it's kind of hard to describe.

    But I guess everything is hard to describe today hmm? 

    "You're just uhh, not what I expected." Drat I may have said too much.

    "I'm simply the most efficient Reaper that exists." Kastor opens his eyes. "If that makes me the villain for most of us then so be it."

    "Aniki may look like evil incarnate but he's a really nice guy." Carrots somehow appeared next to me without me even noticing and I almost jump off of the bench. "His body didn't take to the Reaper Core well so, he has to hold himself together with his dark magic constantly these days. On the plus side he never has to sleep again though, he's like a ghost or a lich or something."

    "Carrots..." Kastor's tone immediately shifts. "Could you not assault my ears with your silly nicknames during a mission, for the thousandth time? besides I'm not an undead spirit, I am very much alive."

    "Aww come on bro we're all friends here." Carrot's happy tone doesn't leave his mouth. "Besides, the newbies should see that we're approachable and friendly."

    "We are neither of those things." Kastor scolds him like a child.

    "You've known each other a while hmm?" I have to hold back a light laugh.

    "Oh yeah sister." Carrots eyes are now glued to me. "We grew up together. The fact that we're both Reapers is literally thanks to the gods themselves."

    "I didn't know that, sorry." I apologize again. I really don't know much of anything about anyone outside of my... original Reaper friends.

    Kastor almost opens his mouth to speak but Carrots beats him to the punch. "We lived on a violent world where deer and rabbit anthros were at war with humans for centuries. When all three races finally did reconcile we had tech that was probably only a couple decades more advanced than yours on Earth. I looked up your home planet, hope I didn't overstep."

    "Nah it's alright." I manage to laugh lightly this time. "Your friendship just seems... really unique."

    "We're not friends."
    "Yes it is."

    They both reply at the same time and I chuckle again. I think you can deduce who said what by this point.

    "Now that we're all being merry and drinking, well most of us." Xer-Ren stands up after setting an empty glass onto a nearby table. "Let's discuss the mission in more detail shall we?"

    Everyone pretty much agrees but me, so we all sit around in a circle and talk about mostly what we already know, just to reaffirm in our minds what our assignment is. It's mostly the information I said before, with some differences.

    "What do we know about the planet itself?" Braun steps in so I guess I have to go into more detail.

    "Well... as I said it's a cold desert wasteland outside of the cities. The air is very thin and unbreathable, the sand is all tainted gray from poison and millions of years of solar radiation. It's tidally locked to its green host star. The twenty three domed cities on its surface are arranged in a straight line on the planet's Temperate zone, so all the cities are constantly seeing the sun halfway set on the horizon. There's also factories and mines outside of the settlements which harvest and create various resources for the local economy, I don't know many specifics yet other than they only export about fifteen percent of what they retrieve."

    God I feel like I spoke forever. Blech.

    "A green sun? That's quite rare isn't it?" Fei asks inquisitively.

    "It fuses mostly Boron instead of Hydrogen, giving it a sickly hue." Xer-Ren speaks up. "They are indeed very rare. But as such they last only a fraction of the time that normal stars do. It'll turn into a blue dwarf in probably around 34 million years or so."

    We all turn our heads in surprise at Xer-Ren's knowledge. I mean yes I knew that too but still.

    "What?" it's Xer-Ren's turn to look annoyed, again. "Did you all assume I was just some kind of brute with no brain function?"

    "I mean yeah kind of." Braun retorts.

    "Oh fuck off." Xer-Ren sounds angry but he seems used to Braun's insults by now so he's honestly rather calm. 

    Fei and I just laugh honestly. This is probably the start of a beautiful friendship between the two rival men. Or a gay love story. Hey I don't judge that'd be kinda hot. Ahem... yeah I'm moving on now.

    "Don't forget that the crime rate on the fourth world of the Galletron Five Star System is really high. Father already said it but I don't want you girls anywhere near combat. Do I make myself clear?" Kastor sounds like he's scolding us but I also hear the worry in his voice.

    "Yes sir."

    Fei and I reply almost at the exact same moment.

    "Good. We'll be there in about thirty three hours. Be sure you are all well rested before we get there."

    We all just kind of disperse again after that.

    Carrots heads back to the cockpit and I hear him cursing lightly under his breath for the first time.

    "Fuck, the auto-pilot is one two thousandths of a percent off from our actual destination. Looks like I'll have to guide it manually."

    Carrots sits down in the pilot seat which is surprisingly the perfect size for his small body and he takes the wheel of the ship, so to speak. Without even saying anything else he starts playing music from some button he presses.

    Honestly it's a hella good song, if a little silly. Okay it's a lot silly.

    "Do you really have to play that crap now?" Kastor sighs as he checks in on us. "I swear you've listened to all those songs a million times by now."

    "Hey man, if I'm going to do some tedious shit like guiding the starship slightly every twenty minutes then I'm gonna listen to my rock n roll." Carrots retorts with a snort.

    "Fine. Just keep us on course. I don't want to lose precious time." Kastor leaves us without another comment.

    Man. This mission is gonna be alot of fun. I hope at least. The anthros and aliens with me are all rather odd and strange. Kinda like me I suppose.

    Anyway, I don't have to go into much detail about what happens next. Carrots and I listen to his entire playlist, which he lets me have on my micro tablet. Pretty nice of him honestly. Although I'm pretty sure Carrots will comply with nearly anything, within reason. The next thirty three hours go by like you'd expect, I sleep, piss a few times, shower twice, eat some food. Life stuff you know?

    Anyway, when we get to the planet's surface it has a strange beauty to it in a way.

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    It's pretty much as I described. But seeing an alien world for the first time... is awesome. I won't bore you with the long and tedious process we had to go through to get inside the capital. You just need to know that a lot of protocols and red tape were annoying and shit but they eventually let us through when they realized I was just a spoiled rich kid, well according to my cover at least.

    When we got inside the city, I should have been cautious as we were warned to be. But I wasn't.

    We had to leave our ship behind at the hanger, which was fine. But when we got out to the local transports, basically flying taxis, there was already two of them waiting for us when we hadn't booked them ahead of time. We didn't think anything of it though.

    Fei, Carrots and I got into one and everyone else went into the other. By the time we noticed that something was wrong and we weren't going to our destination it was already too late. Someone, somewhere must have thought that we were just three naïve hedge fund heirs that were way over our heads with inexperience. We were forced out of the car near what I can only describe as a shady warehouse. Dozens of aliens and anthros alike with guns surrounded it like some kind of mafia fortress. 

    "Kill the rabbit and take the girls to the boss, so he can inspect the merchandise himself." A gross fat man, one of the few who was unarmed, grinned lustfully at us.

    Fei was scared as she held onto my arm. But I was fucking angry.

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  4. another wett gay boi sunday.

    Shizuku 12, Shawnie 5

    2 hours and a couple minutes. 1.4 l. 8 canipees, 8 fuck yous. no challenges.

    I like went on discord and imma always kinda shy when i start. it takes time till i feel like doing a hold. but i asked and everybody was like fuck yeah do a hold. so fuck it i did. Bestest part was I got soooo teased all the way through my hold. like ppl talking bout wetting and pics and waterfall memes and shit. like about when I started getting desparate ppl had way kewl fun teasing me. I totally luv getting teased cause it makes it harder to hold and its way funner to get wet than stay dry. fuck it my sundays are fundays. and it doesnt like matter what i say in chat i always wanna get fucking soaked. thinkin imma gonna wear way nice clothes this week if i dont gotta work this sunday.

    totals. 16 Sunday mornings, 17 holds on legend level. 12 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 2 totally dry winning endings, 1 still soaked winning ending.  143 fuck yous and 5 yesses from Shizuku. 59 challenge sessions, 74 challenges, 16 rejected, 58 done.

  5. Observer Lead: Higgins Marshlax

    Planet: Fluffball (Moon of the Capital and really really fluffy.)

    Species: Human

    Name: Nikki 

    Age: 27

    This is or was suppose to be a simple interview about our client and agent time together while going through the partnership program but she was a interesting character so i recorded this for the record. Nikki is a female about 5'7" and weight she did not was to say but we caught her at 129. She's 27 and birthday was a few days ago on her world, Despite being well monored and very professional on Earth in her office job, she had..... how to put it? A certain hobby, one of which isn't what our agent nor the scouts noticed about her in the beginning. Ill play what i mean now in this audio recording.

    Higgins: Ok soo.. this.. thing you enjoy. Is it.. is it normal.

    Nikki: *shakes her head* No is more of a fetish and private hobby to just do it if there is a chance.

    Higgins: A chance. Like when?

    Nikki: Most of the time at home. Since i live alone its easy and no one ever notice, plus living higher up means no one can see me in my fenced off backyard doing it. Kinda exciting knowing my neighbors are just on the other side working his garden and i just wait and wait.. holding it until... 

    Higgins: Untill you pee? So with in the boundary of your home and walls your feel comfortable and joy doing that?

    Nikki: Yes and no.

    Higgins: *writing on the clipboard*

    Nikki: Comfortable and joy maybe, but not the excitement and pleasure i seek. You see. Because of my positions in my workplace i can 100% do what i want. i have to look good infront of others and those below and above me. One slip up or make the company look back and i might get axed. 

    Higgins: *lower the clip board* Human culture is so barbaric.

    Nikki: No no, its a way of saying ill get fired.

    Higgins: Uhh... That's still barbaric. Ah wait i see.. umm.. you mean fired with a projectile? Because if they set you on fire then... that would be barbaric.

    Nikki: No. Ill lose the job or get demoted.

    Higgins: *Writes on the clipboard* Hmm... So your still alive after that yes?

    Nikki: Yes....

    Higgins: *nods* Ok. *finish writing and lower the clipboard* So what is it you'd like to do?

    Nikki: Uhh.. well... umm... just....

    Higgins: Would you like a drink?

    Nikki: Oh yes. i can feel my mouth drying.

    Higgins: *nods and tap on a tablet next to the chair* You are familiar with Plush Empire Entertainment yes?

    Nikki: Yes, they are.... *seems to think, maybe studied for anything possible for this interview* .... The mega corp of the empire. They pretty much run the industry and productions of majority of what the Plush empire needs or wants. Kinda like Amazon if they made everything inhouse when your ordered it. 

    Higgins: Correct. They however leave the farming and agriculture to the Snugglekins. They handle the meaty and leafy stuff while we handle the fruits and herbs.

    Nikki: Wouldn't herbs be considered the "leafy stuff?"

    Higgins: *Wave hand dismissively* No, point is was make the drinks they make the foods. 

    Nikki: Umm...

    At this point i had to see about her, the drink came in by one of the assistances and given to Nikki, It wasn't strong but our time should be long enough. She seems to want to get a ticket to the capital so best continue to see what more i can get from her before the effects.

    Nikki: looking at the juice* This is tea.

    Higgins: Juice. Tea looks like... well its not that color. 

    Nikki: *Sips* Nope its tea. Literal green colored tea. Pretty good to.

    Higgins: Hmm, well good. Call it what you may, lets get back to the question. What is it you want to do that you cant with this umm.. feetish?

    Nikki: Fetish. Well i cant do that publicly without getting caught. you see there's this site.. well a bunch of them but i frequent one. i watch videos and stuff and seeing people doing it is like...

    Higgins: A site for this? on the Human Webs? Go on.

    Nikki: Well.... I figure some things they do are scripted and stuff for the video and sometimes it looks... to good and real. genuine. I want to see how it feels or feel how it feel without the... worry or embarrassment. Ok maybe with the embarrassment but.. not risking my job.

    Higgins: This was mentioned to your partner. She said your told her a history about hat you have done.

    Nikki: Well she got curious like you. I figure this is more of a reason why ime here then just being able to see another world.

    Higgins: Well there is some interests in it. Im curious if you mean what you way. Give me an example.

    Nikki: Like what telling you about my first accidents in elementary. i was a kid and it was just and accident. That is long washed away. not like the feeling now.

    Higgins: What about the car ride from home? You told your partner your had to pull over on the side of the road to go. That's public.

    Nikki: I was doing a errand and couldn't change my clothes if i had wet my self then. i was damn near close to but luckily i got over.

    Higgins: You want to wet yourself but you dont want to do it if it risk your job. What about when your not working?

    Nikki: Either being lazy at home or dragged around with friends. However one of them both knows and share my likeness of this thing. Sooo there is that.

    Higgins: She had an agent too yes?

    Nikki: No, she don't have... childish toys but.. other toys.

    Higgins: What like a plastic one? dolls?

    Nikki: Umm... its.. well.... not appropriate.

    Higgins: Hmm.. sticking professional. Your skirting around things but... i rather not waste time trying to learn humans toys. If she is interesting then we will send a scout to observe her as well.

    Nikki: What made me so interesting if this is what catches your attention?

    Higgins: Nothing about you actually. We seek anyone who is willing to snuggle us. How we gain information of everything is by close proximity and partners. Like most life. they seek a friend. Cant learn cultures and about the life we observe from just looking though a spyglass. But for you. just seeing your life was help full. We figured you needed assistance so thats why we sent an agent to integrate into your life and relieve stress.

    Nikki: By integrate you mean nearly kill me. 

    Higgins: Your still healthy? I'm sure she only used class 2 items during he stay with you.

    Nikki: No i mean when i found her she was just like any old stuff animal you find in a store. I was just looking for a gift for my sister and wanted to make sure it was soft enough since she liked to hug her old bear and once i did your agent started talking and moving.

    Higgins: It was your love that brought her to life. 

    Nikki: Ok i'm calling bullshit, Firstly if someone was brought to life by love then grabbing at ones breast is a odd way of showing it.

    Higgins: Hmm... that shell is starting to crack.

    Nikki: *sits back* No just me giving a reason why i threw her across the store. before having to buy her and the 7 others i knocked down. Speaking of which, am i getting compensation for that?

    Higgins: I believe destruction of property is what humans call. "You break it, You buy it".

    Nikki. Bah, It was the body of your agent that did the destruction. *fold her arms and shifts a little* 

    Higgins: *writes on the clipboard* Ill put in a not about what to do about it but likely no. About the things you've seen on this special site.

    Nikki: I mean. Just some art and videos that interested me. I mean, some things are good, some are bad, and some are just pure gold. Guess its fitting for what it's about. 

    Higgins: Hm... And video all they have?

    Nikki: No. They have pictures, clips from shows that had these things happen. Surprised about some of the older ones. Guess it was a thing that early on. Then there are games and visual novels. I would say it is consider a game as well but... i wont debate it. 

    This was good information but... i wanted more. We have encounter others on such sites but never got a human to talk about it. To be honest, i was curious if any could compete with PEE stuff. But of course not. She talked abit so ill just skip some... and it was here where we get to the candy of this cotton pin.

    Nikki: *Squirming some* Soo umm... how long will this be till i know im going to the homeworld. My partner wouldn't stop talking about everything they have there. From the amazing real VR sims and the paradise habitats would make for a well deserved vacation.

    Higgins: You how long interview can be. I'm not sure gotta be sure about you wont try to steal Plush technology or what ever. There's a lot that you will learn and see hen you travel there. Not only humans are there

    Nikki: Well can we at least take a break?

    Higgins: You only get one. *writing* Are you allergic to anything?

    Nikki: Umm... last i checked only bees. But i'd like to take that bre-

    Higgins: Can you contribute to science in any way with knowledge or ideas?

    Nikki: No, bit i just need to g-

    Higgins: Are you likely to get homesick if Plush Empire had to lockdown transit space back to your home world?

    Nikki: Wait what? Why would... no no i must.. * starts to stand*

    Higgins: *Looks up at Nikki* We are not done. leaving the interview so soon would forfeit your ticket.

    Nikki: No. i'm not leaving i was just gonna- 

    Higgins: Please sit and answers all questions to the best of your ability.

    Nikki: Uhh... yes. *sits back down, holding the edge of her seat*

    My clear interview training paid off as usual. Dangle a treat and they will stay for it, no matter the pressing matters presented. Now the timer is set and the juice is well active. Just gotta focus and keep her talking without saying what she wants more and i don't have to stop. Maybe telling her so soon she could have a break was to soon but whats done is done and i will see that a golden ticket is made from this interview.

    Nikki: If i knew how to fly a plane i wouldn't be doing office work.

    Higgins: Well on the contrary many know how to fly a small ship through space every cycle, bearly any are in the navy or explorers. Earth lack progressive advancement into upper levels of transporting.

    Nikki: No we ride passenger while someone else fly us. saves on air space and fuel. 

    Higgins: That seems rather dangerous. 

    Nikki: Yes but its gotten safe. Besides, at our state if we did provide everyone with some kind of flying vehicle, then we might pollute the air faster and even make a car... air accident worse as the pieces would just fall onto anyone not watching below. And air traffic controllers would have a hell of a job managing all that. they might just be flying traffic lights if the passage isnt some highway like deal.

    Higgins: Ahh see you have some insight you can give on issues of your people. But here's something. why don't Humans live underwater if you have the technology?

    Nikki: Umm... well... we just don't. Maybe the need to live in an extreme environment isn't worth the venture and time. 

    Higgins: But you humans plan to go to the red planet in your system. How is that less extreme then living underwater on your world? We seen that turn the.. *chuckles* Turn the tide for some civilizations. Where they build strong habitats and found rare resources only assessable under the water. What about the Earth's moon?

    Nikki: *Squirms at the word "tide"* Your pointing out the obvious but i'm not in the positions to make any augments. Only those in power and money can make the decisions. Hey  can i please ste-

    Higgins: So your saying the world doesn't just vote one what they want or hope for from their leaders?

    Nikki: *Sighs and cross one leg over the other* No we are not all as one. On my side of the world yes we vote for the leader, but most of the time its blank promises or they forgot. its commonly expected not just from the leader but even just someone lower then that. At the lowest. 

    Higgins: You said on your side of the world. What is the others like?

    Nikki: What kind of rule is the Plush Empire?

    Higgins: Many as well. But at the top is ruled by the Prime Arch and Goddess. 

    Nikki: Right Plush are deeply religions and praise The Great Snuggles.

    Higgins: In the end, we get one last hug. Don't all creatures, nuzzle, snuggle, cuddle, embraces, or just be close to something they care about when ending the day or well.. Hmm.. your sleep next to your phone. that's an example.

    Nikki: Its so i can wake up when the alarm goes off or phone call.

    Higgins: Yes but its always with you, a lot of humans have it and cant be apart from it unless forced away or practice to part away. My point is, All life is attached to something. Plush are a social and symbiotic creature. We are sneaky and invade words under the cover as simple dolls or animal native to the planet or time. doesn't take much gene tailoring to change us. We mold easy once we find a new look that appeals to the sentient native life.

    Nikki: So Plush look like most Earth stuffed toys. Are we a favorite or something?

    Higgins: No, humanoids tend to have similar life and animals. Nothing to absurd that make it hard for Plush to change with.

    Nikki: Hmm.. what if humans preferred human like stuffed dolls?

    Higgins: It was tested. We tried disguising our agents as children grown from a resilient vegetable and... it preform lest then expected. some or most of Humanity seems to step back from.. the words.. uncanny. if it looks to real hen it must be a threat. Primal instincts maybe.

    Nikki: Well your not wrong there. *Switch legs with one hand at her lap, sipping some juice as her mouth feels dry* If i did get the ticket and live for a few days on your homeworld. What would i be? like an ambassador or VIP?

    Higgins: Resident. Full citizenship is for Plush and Snugglekin. Mostly Plush as we run most of the empire.

    Nikki: And what benefits does a resident get?

    Higgins: To live under Plush Empire. *Tilt his head* Like you said. you seek a vacation away from your homeworld. Sooooo your shouldn't be expecting royal treatment right?

    Nikki: Well....

    Higgins: How about a golden toilet?

    Nikki. *eyes widen* I need to-

    Higgins: I mean its not that expensive as gold is plentiful so guess you have a say in most things youd like for your vacation.

    Nikki: Well id like to-

    Higgins: Ooooo, maybe a paradise world would be better once you get accustomed.

    Nikki: Wait will you let me speak.

    Higgins: Sure. what would you like to say?

    Nikki: Thank you. Look i really really need to-

    Higgins: PEE.

    Nikki: *Squirms at his words* Yes that.

    Higgins: Ahh you wanna go for the PEE ticket?

    Nikki: Nnnn... what ever you say just let me go.

    Higgins: Are you sure? Going to PEE going to let a lot out of you and you might keep going and forget about me once you start.

    Nikki: Trying to forget about a lot of things right now just to hold it back. *both hands now at the lap*.

    Higgins: You could go with PEE now.. but i prefer you stay and talk this over. Going to PEE is a big deal and some need help just going and see if that can do it. Your an adualt and i'm sure you can go to PEE after this all by yourself.

    Nikki: * Enduring the barrage of him saying pee so much* Nnnn... i need to go now. where is it?

    Higgins: *Sighs* Are you sure?

    Nikki: I'm bursting at this point that's how sure i am.

    Higgins: Alright. Plush Empire Entertainment building is.. well you have to go through the lobby first then catch a taxi to their corporat-

    Nikki: *eyes wide* Wait no i meant i need to friggin pee.

    Higgins: Hmm? So you don't want to join the Mega Corp? I mean i wouldn't wait for such a opportunity.

    Nikki: Please, i don't need that. i need to pee like... like... *stand up* Where the bathroom?

    Higgins: *Blinks* Out the door and go right... or is i left.. do you pee from your limbs, eyes... feet, or..

    Nikki: *Hand burried at her skirt* I'm about to pee on this floor if you say it again.

    Higgins: *looking at her hand* Ahh that area. Upstairs and defiantly to the right, your cant miss the sign for it.

    Nikki: *nods* Ill be back. *rush the door and out*

    My, she could move at her level of an urge. i watched from the tablet and she had to run past 5 rums before reaching the stairs. If only she walked the effects would still be slow, the more she moved the worse it was getting, patience is important. She started up the stairs strong but slowly slowed down towards the last few steps up. Her legs started to shack and the front of her slim skirt was lifted for her hand to hold between her legs. as a few Plush walked by they witness a few drops fall onto the floor and down one of the stockings of her legs, but she held strong and recovered as she mangaged to keep moving. The Push that saw that followed, not shying away away from a live show. She saw the sign for a human with hands at the crotch meaning it must have been it and she ran and jogged before waddling as more drips are spotted on the floor, I believe she's at the 4th level of desperation which is just leakage. but its such a short level before the 5th. She got to the door and opened it only to find out it was the incorrect bathroom as this one was for rocks that hand to go and the sign was actually showing the person holding a rock, not crotch. This revelation and shock caused her to step back as the gage on my tablet didn't even reach level 5. She just... let go and went in front of the onlookers watching and recording. And you know what. she had a relieved smile on her face too.

    After that she was cleaned up and changed before finishing the interview and given the ticket. She and her partner now visits once every two of her months from her homeworld and after her friend who Plush had investigated was studied and join to then have been spotted having... "accidents" within the city they vacation in. What most don't notice is most of those videos are Plush made. why else does it look so real. Hehe.

  6. Hi again! When I made the first poll, I wasn't really sure how it was going to turn out. Turns out, it was really close between the votes, to the point of the top contenders (big bladder girl and goth girl) being tied with each other at 13 votes each. To get a conclusive winner, I've decided to take the four top contender to a final round (I took all the ones with 10 or more votes, which is pretty arbitrary I know, but I had to cut things off somewhere). This also means there are two candidates for pee desperation and two candidates for poop desperation. You can only vote for a single one this time as well, so pick your favorite!

  7. Welcome to this challenge, it's the first time I've made one up myself so I don't actually know if it'll be too easy or too hard for the average Joe.
    Only one way to find out, feel free to provide feedback if you deem it necessary!

    From now on you're not allowed to relief yourself in a toilet of any shape or form, if you did so before reading this I guess you're lucky!

     

    Let's start with what you should wear...
    (If you prefer cross-dressing, pick whichever you like)

    Pick out the clothes but don't dress up yet!

    For males, wear tight underwear and over it, wear shorts, the tightest pair you've got.
    Roll up the legs a bit so they're even shorter and tighter.

    Put on whatever you prefer on the upper part of your body.

    For females, also wear tight underwear, if you have a string thet's perfect! If not, panties will do.
    Wear either short shorts over it or a short dungaree, your choice.
    Women should also wear whatever they prefer on the upper part of their body.

    Bonus: Chokers for both men and women if possible!

     

    Now thet you've chosen what to wear, go get a drink before dressing up...
    After finishing it start dressing, after putting on each piece of clothing take a big gulp from your drink.
    If you finish the drink before getting fully dressed go get a new drink.

    When done dressing up, finish the remainder of your drink.

     

    Good, now that you've dressed and drank a bit of fluids let's start the first challenge!
    First fo refill your drink.
    Then go to the following website and complete one field of intermediate level minesweeper, if you fail you need to restart the level and try again, every time you fail you have to take a big sip from your drink.
    https://minesweeper.online/game/2546785766

    Finished the minesweeper? Good job! Now you're a gamer!

     

    On a scale of 1 to 10. how bad do you have to go?

    1-3 > Go fill a bottle of water, at least 450mL (16floz), and drink it entirely. After finishing it do 30 squads, 30 push-ups and 30 sit-ups...
    4-7 > Go fill a bottle of water, at least 450mL (16floz), and drink half of it. After doing so do 15 squads, 15 push-ups and 15 sit-ups... After this finish the bottle...
    8-10 > Do the 15 squads, 15 push-ups and 15 sit-ups. You don't have to drink for now...

     

    Now that you've had your daily workout it's time for chores...
    Go do the dishes, if you don't have any dishes to clean you should go do other chores around to house for at least 10 minutes 🙂

    Those dishes/chores must have been exhausting! Maybe get a drink?
    Drink at least 3 tall glasses worth of whatever beverage you prefer, just remember, no alcohol for anyone who's under the legal age of the country they're currently in!

     

    You finished your drink? Good job!

    Now go stand with your legs spread apart for 5 minutes.
    No grabbing! No bending over!

    Still dry? Good job!
    Maybe it's time I start really testing you?

    If you're wearing a belt, tighten it real good! You don't want your pants falling off do you?
    For anyone not wearing a belt, take one and put it on as tight as you can!

    Now go lie down on your belly and grab your feet behind your back, hold this position for at least 5 minutes...

    After doing so watch this video,

    You like it? There's quite the important message behind it, the whole thing about wasting fresh water etc.
    Really makes you think...

    Now we're at the topic of thinking, time for a quiz!
    For each question you get wrong drink a glass of water and do 10 squats!
    If you don't have anything right it might be even worse though...
    NO LOOKING ANYTHING UP!

    Q1: How much water on earth is in the oceans?
    A; About 85%
    B; About 90%
    C; About 95%

    Q2: Adults exist of 55-60% water, how much is this for a newborn baby?
    A; 69%
    B; 78%
    C; 85%

    Q3: How much of the freshwater withdrawals is being caused bu the agricultural sector?
    A; About 50%
    B; About 70%
    C; About 90%

    Q4: (For Europeans) In one cubic meter there's how much water?
    A; 10 Liters
    B; 100 Liters
    C; 1000 Liters
           (For Americans) In one cubic foot there's how much water?
    A; About 6.5 Gallons
    B; About 7 Gallons
    C; About 7.5 Gallons

     

     

    A1: C
    A2: B
    A3: B
    A4: C

     

    As instructed before the quiz, for each wrong answer you have to drink a glass of water and do 10 squats...
    SO!

    1 Wrong answer:
    1 Glass of water and 10 squats

    2 Wrong answers:
    2 Glasses of water and 20 squats

    3 Wrong answers:
    3 Glasses of water and 30 squats

    4 Wrong answers (everything wrong):
    4 Glasses of water, 40 squats and lay on your belly for 4 straight minutes >:)

     

    Now that you've come pretty far, it's time to step it up a bit.
    Go outside and walk to a store at least 2 kilometres away (about 1.3 miles), you can either choose to take a small bottle of soda with you or buy one when you get there.
    When there drink at least 200mL of soda (6.8 floz) before returning home.

    When you return home go to https://www.sudokuweb.org/ and generate a 9x9 Sudoku.
    Draw over this Sudoku onto a piece of paper, don't solve it yet!

    Drink at least 2 tall glasses of water before continueing! 

    Now get a ball about the size of a tennis ball, put it on the ground and lay down with your bladder on top of the ball.
    While in this position solve the Sudoku, you can stand up and continue only after solving the sudoku!

     

    For anyone who chose for a bonus when dressing up, here's your luck!
    Remember you'd get a bonus if wearing a choker?

    Well, if you put it on and are still wearing it instead of doing the following challenge you can just set a 10 minute timer to take a break and hold any way you want.

    If you didn't get the bonus, you're in for some trouble...
    You're gonna get yourself a dice, if you don't have any you could use this website https://rolladie.net/

    The number you roll each time will be the X in the equations below.

    Roll:
    Do X*10 squats

    Roll:
    Plank for X*5 seconds

    Roll:
    Sit down on the floor, legs spread apart as far as you can for X*20 seconds

    Roll:
    Write a handwritten report about what you're going through right now, it should be at least X*50 words.

    Roll:
    Take a vibrator (if you don't own one there's apps for that on your phone), and put it on your bladder for at least X*10 seconds.
    Really push it down!

     

    Well then, if you haven't at least leaked yet you've got quite a strong bladder...
    We're nearly done, so maybe it's time for some relaxation, go watch any movie that's at least an hour in length, take a soda and some salty snack be it crisps or salted nuts.
    Finish your snacks and beverage before the end of the movie.

    If you finish the movie without leaking I'm really proud of you and you can releif yourself, but of course not without taking off any piece of clothing!
    You didn't think I'd let you go to the toilet now did you?

     

    As I said before the challenge started this is my first challenge I've made up, so please feel free to give me feedback.
    Any feedback would be appreciated 🙂

  8. We spent most of April-June writing plotlines and quests for the game. So there aren't any pretty pictures for that. However, over the last month we also added the front and back end for a lobby system for the tavern games table (where you can give your character a break and meet up with other omorashi fans for player v player minigames).

    The lobby lets you choose a game type, then shows the status of tables for that game. We are limited to 9 per game by the server, but that allows for 36 players per game or 108 players in total which should be enough for now. We currently have two card games (like mix of snap and Truth or Dare) and a dice roll board game (a dungeon escape). All games involve tasks that will make it more difficult to hold and you can choose to share Discord mic/cam with other players if you want to watch each other (waist down only to keep it anonymous) or you can play via the text chat. The idea is that you get desperate playing the core game and then entering the tavern and playing the group game will 'finish you off'! We're planning to release an early version of the games table for free so that people can test it out while we continue building the core game (and it will let us see how the server handles multiple players online).

    After you pick a game type, the menu displays all the tables with information about whether they are mixed/male/female, whether the table is currently empty/full/waiting for more players, whether the players are using Discord mic/cam, whether existing players at the table are male/female, then gives you options to host a new game, join the existing one or go to the Discord channel to watch/listen. The system is fairly basic right now, but we'll add extra options later on. We'll also make the UI and boards look a bit nicer (we're focused on getting the mechanics up and running first). We'll also have practice or tournament games (with stricter rules and various rewards) and league tables so you can show off your endurance. We've included an instructions menu for each game and you can also click on a player to view their profile (so if you meet someone in a game that you want to chat / co-op with afterwards, you can PM them or request to add them as a friend).

    * Much later on we also plan to add AI tables, so you can play against various characters in the game. But that won't be for a while yet!
     

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  9. This is a repository where you can find some links to all of my major omorashi fiction as of 2023-06-19. You can also find stories through my profile, but having them linked and tagged like this should probably be more convenient. All of my stories heavily feature pee desperation and relief.

    Planet of Desperation [Female, Sci-fi, Mass Desperation, Society-Level Bathroom Control] - The first piece of smut I ever wrote, back in 2017. It follows Lea Turnstar, a student from an alternate future Earth where bathroom use has become strictly regulated after an alien invasion.

    Planet of Desperation Part II [Female, Sci-fi, Mass Desperation, Society-Level Bathroom Control, Mad Pee Science] - The direct follow up to Planet of Desperation. It was supposed to be a four-parter, but became the only story I will leave unfinished indefinitely. I bit off a little more than I could chew at the time, which while it was still very helpful in developing as a writer does leave this story with a very unsatisfying conclusion.

    Planet of Desperation - Side Stories [Female, Sci-fi, Society-Level Bathroom Control, Aliens] - Two standalone stories set in the same universe as Planet of Desperation. The second one has a lot of omorashi techobabble.

    Trapped in the Bar [Male, Female, Crossdressing, Both-Gender Desperation, Shyness] - A story set in a steampunky space-fantasy mining town, with a maid cafe. It follows a young man who gets roped into working at the cafe, and made to dress the part. Hijinx ensue. I look back on this one very fondly - I put a lot of effort in and I think it came out pretty good. It's the beginning of me not knowing how to write endings though - the last part of the final chapter took me way longer than anything else to write and isn't really much better for it.

    Panty Allergy [Female, Unable to Pee] - A somewhat shorter story about a woman who needs to remove any clothes covering her lower body for a long time before she can pee.

    The DP Game & The Second DP Game [Female, Male, Mystery, Bladder Control, Contest, Interactive] - By far, this is the most ambitious thing I have ever written. It is an interactive story, something I wanted to do for a long time, but I think it also holds up well as a standalone story.

    Rocker's Choice [Female, Bladder Control] - A spinoff story following a different perspective during the first DP Game story.

    Three Princesses and a Pot [Female, Fairy Tale] - A smaller story written like a fairytale (there's a moral to the story and everything). Three princesses are stuck in a tower, and there is only a single pot to share between them.

    030 [Female, Society-Level Bathroom Control] - My most recent series at this time. It details the phone calls to an emergency service focused on preventing and/or mitigating wetting and public urination in a world where peeing is strictly regulated.

    030 - The Other End of the Line [Female, Society-Level Bathroom Control, Duo Desperation, Elevator] - A standalone spinoff, following one of the 030 operators after a very long day at work.

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    Had an INCREDIBLE experience wetting with a runner friend of mine. She and I were both desperate to go, and so we just let it out on our run! Feel free to reach out for more information!

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    It was a glorious summer’s day, we had gone into the park for a lazy afternoon and to have a picnic together. Jane and I had been going out for a while, and the park was quite near to the flat where Jane lived, I was in a shared house a few miles away. We had both been busy making the picnic in the morning, putting together a delicious array of finger foods and plenty of cold drinks, the weather was hot and the forecast was for it to be a lovely day.

    We strolled hand in hand into the park, carrying the picnic basket and a cool-box of cold drinks, and we headed to a quieter grassy area beneath the trees and away from the more crowded area near the entrance, where the children’s playground and the facilities were located. We laid out the blanket on the ground and unpacked the food, it looked delicious, but we were both so thirsty on such a hot day that we quickly drank some cool lemonade before settling down for the afternoon.

    The time passed, we chatted and laughed, slowly eating the food and drinking more lemonade from the cool-box. Inevitable I began to need a wee, and I was wondering what to do, I didn’t want to move. We lay together on the blanket, Jane with her head in my lap then, as if reading my mind, Jane announced that she needed a wee. I said I did too, but neither of us made any effort to move, we just lay together in the glorious sunshine. I began thinking about Jane needing a wee and my mind wandered, how desperate was she? Should we head over to the toilets soon? I was getting quite desperate myself and, if we didn’t, I was imagining what might happen? As we lay there, Jane began moving restlessly then sat up and, kneeling on the blanket, began to press herself with her hand, squeezing herself hard through her dress. She looked at me saying, ‘Oh my, I’m really dying for a wee, are you?’ I sat up too, ‘Yes I really need to go too,’ I replied. ‘Should we pack up?’

    Jane looked around, ‘Well, you could go over to that nearby tree for a wee, it would be ok, no one would be able to see what you are doing.’ She paused before adding, ‘In fact, would you do that, because I would really like to watch you?’

    ‘What about you?’ I asked. ‘Well, I’m dying to go now,’ she said, ‘But I’ll just have to wait. ‘Anyway, you go over there, and I’ll enjoy watching you,’ she said.

    I was surprised but was happy to oblige, so I got up and went over to the tree. She followed, unzipping my fly in my shorts and watching as I let go a stream of wee onto the ground from my semi erect penis.

    ‘Now what about you?’ I said when I had finished, taking her hand as we walked back and sat on the blanket. Jane was clearly quite desperate for a wee, ‘I don’t know what to do, I can’t wait much longer,’ she said looking around, ‘I don’t think I would make it to the toilets, but I can’t just pull my knickers down here, people in the park can see us.’ 

    I was getting quite turned on. ‘I’m really dying to go,’ she said and she began holding and pressing herself between the legs again. ‘In fact, if I don’t go soon, I’m going to wet myself.’ , imagining her wetting herself was actually making me quite horny. ‘Well, if you’re so desperate, why don’t you?’ I suddenly said. ‘It’s ok.’ She looked at me, ‘Are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I were to wet my knickers?’ I looked at her, ‘Yes, if you are so desperate what can you to do? It doesn’t matter, it’s fine, that’s what I am saying,’ I replied.

    She was wearing a long summer dress. ‘Look, let me help you,’ I said. ‘Come on, let’s go and sit over there.’ We got up and moved onto the grass. Jane knelt down but was still holding herself through her dress. I carefully spread her dress out around her and then gently took her hand away. ‘Now your dress is well out of the way, why don’t you sit down with your knees up, and then let go and wee?’ She looked at me. ‘Are you giving me permission to wet myself?’ she asked. ‘I am,’ I said. ‘Just wee on the grass. Pretend you haven’t got your knickers on, no one will be able to tell,’ I said.

    She thought for a moment, ‘You really don’t mind? I’m dying for a wee.’ I grinned at her, ‘I don’t mind at all,’ I replied. ‘Ok, what harm can it do,’ she said. ‘Alright, if you think it’s ok and you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll do it, I really am bursting to go.’

    Jane moved from kneeling and sat down on the grass, she had her knees bent and her legs slightly apart. With her hand she lifted the front of her dress clear of her lap then closed her eyes and concentrated. She wriggled a few times then, sitting very upright, she straightening her back and sat very still, then she began to wee. I watched as she wet her knickers, slowly at first but then weeing more, harder and faster, until she had emptied her bursting bladder.

    Jane opened her eyes and looked at me, ‘Oh my gosh, that feels so good, I was really bursting.’ She suddenly looked a little embarrassed. There, I’ve done it, but I’ve wet my knickers, are you sure you don’t mind?’ She lifted up the front of her dress and I could see the soaking wet cotton of her panties between her legs. ‘It’s a bit childish I know, I haven’t wet myself for a long time, but I remember once wetting myself like this when I was a young girl at school,’ she said.

    She stood up, pulling her dress down, and came over to me, kneeling down beside me on the blanket. ‘I don’t mind at all,’ I said, ‘In fact I’m feeling quite turned on.’ I carefully slid my hand under her dress, running my fingers gently along her thigh, and fondling her through the wet cotton.

    She put her hand on the large bulge in the front of my shorts, ‘Oh my, you are horny,’ she said grinning, ‘If this is the effect that me being desperate for a wee and wetting my knickers has, then maybe I’ll have to arrange to wet myself a bit more often,’ she said. ‘Now I think we need to go back to my flat. I have to change my wet knickers and we need to do something with that bulge in your shorts.’

    Together we happily picked up our picnic things and, hand in hand, headed out of the park. No one else was any the wiser.

     

  11. In my 3rd installment of my experiences with this blessed kink: I've come across a beautiful young lady who I happened to bump into at work.  Nothing fancy, just a bank call center.
    When we first bumped into each other, I was simply sitting down eating lunch.  Small talk for the most part, but I think after maybe the 2nd or 3rd time eating lunch something gave me the impression that she was interested in me!  I'm not terribly impressive by any means, but I DID get a woman to fill my mouth up so I guess I have to give myself a little more credit.

    Anywho, after a while: she vanished from the workplace. She too, thought the workplace was so passive aggressive and stressful.  Before she left, we traded phone numbers.  We've talked every now and then, and that's when I was under the impression that maybe she was just friendly.  Turns out that wasn't the case.  Every now and then she'd ask me to hang out and nothing came of it but a good time.  That is until one fateful night when she asked to see me and I was too drunk to operate a cellphone, nevermind a car.  She called me (which she never did, since she knew I was busy working all the time) and she happened to have caught me on a night off.  She came and picked me up.  We just casually hung out, nothing major until I told her I'm kinda sleepy and I need a ride home or that I could call an Uber/Lyft no big deal.  Well, she offered to let me stay the night.  On the couch, right?  
    No, you can sleep in the bed with me!  That wasn't my cue to drop everything on her, but we did make out.  Wait what does this have to do with pee?  HOLD ON ALRIGHT I'M GETTING TO IT!

    So remember how I said I was busy working?  Well, I was.  She wasn't too fond of me being so distant and unable to use my cellphone (high workloads and low signal coverage), so she got mad.  Mad enough to say something about it.  That prompted a meeting, and then we talked and made out again.  Took a shower together, and she turned her back to me.  I wonder why?  Well, I was almost twice her height so I simply looked above and noticed she was pissing in the shower!  While she was doing that, I kept trying to turn her around but she was strong and I also didn't want to possibly make her fall so in a bit of a disappointed tone I told her I really would have loved to have seen that.

    After we got in bed, she asked if I was serious about wanting to watch her pee.  I told her that's not all I would have wanted, and I would have loved to have swallowed it.  I fully expected to receive a negative response, but she told me maybe next time I'll get what I want.

    She was not wrong lol.
    I laid out how I wanted her to be bursting to pee and wait until I get to her place, and she agreed. 
    When I got there, we of course went to the shower since duh lol it's my first go at this.  I sat there ready for like a minute, and she was a bit on the shy side.
    I told her something along the lines of don't think about it, just do it.  I'm ready for this and I'd be happy if you did.  Even if you accidentally drown me I immediately forgive you.I slapped her butt and started sucking on her lower lips.  After that, the long desired liquid absolutely flooded my mouth.  I could hardly believe it, I could hardly keep up with her output since she started peeing the moment I started sucking, and I could barely contain my urge to orgasm while this was happening.  She peed for in real world time maybe a minute, and when she started it was a bit on the salty side with a bit of a nutty aroma.  I'd say maybe Almond.....Once she was finished the salty and nutty aftertaste was a bit more pronounced.  It wasn't exactly as I expected it to be, but it was extremely beyond damn good.  It felt like an incredibly short lived bliss.....so if I ever do get married this portion is non negotiable.



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    On Traveling Light

    Chapter Two

     

                Heavy. It was a word that resonated in Alex's mind and body. How his belly and rear felt, the context of the situation he'd gotten himself into, and the weight of anxiety he had for what would come next. Heavy.

     

                As the sun grew to stand mostly overhead, Alex and Penny found they were making good progress, and despite the rather unexpected delay they'd experienced earlier, they were back on track. A golden glow poured through the canopy of pine, warming their bodies, and as they pulled away from the foothills they were previously hiking, and onto a well-worn old mining trail, the ponderous terrain eased and their minds were free to wander. Penny caught up to Alex easily, his pace still understandably moderate, and while astride him, leaned in and awkwardly stole a kiss from his cheek. The tabby had been lost in the mix of sensations vying for attention from within ever since they'd set off from the ruin, and the smooch drew him out of his own head enough to cast an uneven smile in her direction. He still didn't know what to make of their arrangement, but for now, he was enjoying it enough, all things considered, although he certainly couldn't stop considering a thing or two, try as he might. 

                For example, when one doesn't use the washroom - or, considering their distance from civilization, a bush, or a tree, perhaps - in a timely manner, certain things start to happen. A building sense of urgency, a strange tingling in their belly, and more relevant to Alex's present case, eventually, they start to get gassy. His lower gut was growing steadily more talkative since they'd started walking, in an audibly deep and restless sort of way, and now he'd become aware just why. The signals nagging him just below his tail had gone from lazy but sizeable ones, to ones decidedly more tingly and uncomfortable... he wanted... no, needed to relieve that building pressure. Badly. And yet, with Penny behind him, he'd found he just couldn't coax himself to relax enough to do it; and certainly not now that she was walking close enough next to him to brush his hand now and again. His guts made their disagreement with his hesitation clear with a groan loud enough that Penny's right ear flicked and she cast a sidelong glance in his direction, instantly reading the tenseness on his brow. "Something on your mind~?" He was sure he'd grow to hate that singsong tone of hers before too long. 

                Before Alex could reply, however, his insides spoke for him by shifting in a particularly powerful way, and before he could even react to tense his grip on his bottom, the relative peace of the wooded trail was interrupted by a surprisingly loud and tense fart. It lasted only a moment, but definitely enough to leave Alex grimacing and red faced, looking away from her with one hand clasping his belly as they walked, several others following behind it in rhythm with his steps. Penny's hearty laughter certainly didn't help. "Oh, jeez. Not quite on your mind, I guess," she quipped, still giggling as Alex's humiliated cringe widened.

                Eventually, Penny found her tact, however, and she leaned in, feathering a pair of smooches to his cheek once she'd stopped laughing. Alex's wince lessened to an embarrassed smirk, and he remarked, "Sorry, I, er... can't really help it at this point." Penny nodded matter-of-factly. "I know what you mean. Don't give yourself gas cramps on my accord." Alex arched his eyebrows in a questioning way given what she'd requested of him before departing, and Penny took the prompt to give an explanation.

                "Oh, don't get me wrong, I love a boy with a bubbly tummy, but I don't think you're gonna hold those in with the way we're pacing and with how much you've had to eat." Alex groaned, lethargically retorting, "Try not to remind me." Penny trilled and closed her eyes, smiling lightheartedly and her tail coiling to and fro behind her, clearly soaking their time together up like a sponge. They carried on for a while yet, the terrain nearly unchanged despite their plodding progress, while Alex's belly rumbled and groaned, occasionally breaking the silence with a trumpet or two from his butt. Eventually, though, Alex's mind began to wander, and as he grew accustomed to letting off gas pressure in her presence, he began to wonder more about her, until finally, he asked, "Hey, so, uh... what got you into this kinda thing? Keeping guys from taking dumps and all?" 

                Penny gave a little giggle. "Took you long enough to ask. Usually the 'why' comes in about the same time I step between them and the water closet. Or tree, in your case." She cast a bedroom look in his direction. "I guess you really do like me that much, huh?" Alex grinned back, shrugging. At least he was confident about his feelings on that particular factor of their encounter. Penny let her palms rest on the back of her head as they walked, humming. "I mean, I dunno what about boys and rumbly bellies gets me off, but it's a big enough kick that I take risks like this. Sorry if it bugs you that you're not my first." Alex shook his head. "No, no, it comes with the territory of traveling, I've been around, too. You're just, uh... the first that's done this to me." The lynx nodded in an understanding fashion, adding, "Probably the last, too, there's not a lot of my ilk, I've come to find. I've had a lot of encounters not go as smoothly as ours did, as you can probably imagine. But, uhh, to avoid getting into that, I've just been really into it for as long as I can remember. 

                "I grew up with my mom, who was a scullery maid on one of the first intercontinental steamer ships. I usually helped her in the kitchen until I was old enough to take on an official job with the porter company myself. I probably don't need to tell you that in order to keep for weeks on end, the food they serve on those liners isn't always easy to digest. So, I guess I got exposed to seeing people in various stages of distress depending on how long the line for the can was pretty early! Myself, too, sometimes... Kinda grew into a weird fixation. And we know what weird fixations as a kid grow into as adults." It was Alex's turn to chuckle this time. "Somehow, I can't imagine someone as pretty as you in my position." Penny beamed back at him in a silly sort of way.

                "Oh, you have no idea. I swear, sometimes we'd serve this stew with a lot of potatoes in it that had me farting so loud in my cabin, it would echo off the walls of the entire deck. All night..."

                Alex guffawed, which caused Penny to crack up as well, but after a moment Alex grimaced, clutched his middle, and stopped in place just long enough that a particularly hefty gas bubble pattered out of his rear for several seconds before he could stop and straighten again. Penny chided him. "Jeez, go easy, you. I was afraid you were gonna unload in your shorts there for a minute." Alex shifted in place a little, groaning. "I did too. I thought I was doing okay, but that was sudden. I haven't had to go this bad in a while..." Penny promised to go easy on funny stories for his sake, at least until they made the next waypoint.

                 Another mile or two passed by, their surroundings remaining mostly unchanged, but their pace - or rather, Alex's - gradually slowing. Even with his toned, fit, and capable body, his endurance and focus were beginning to falter, the weight of his meals beating on his drum down below with an ever increasing tempo. This was only exacerbated by Penny's habit of drawing oh-so-close each time he paused or slowed to fidget, squirm, or sway against his massive urge to poop, stealing kisses from his muzzle, and soft, claw tipped rubs of his swollen belly. After one particularly long and exaggerated session of dancing in place, Alex piped up with an urgent, "I need a break." Penny chewed her lower lip. "I was hoping you'd say that." Alex would have made a sarcastic retort if he wasn't rubbing his thighs together and clenching his jaw. His mind was occupied with an exercise - tense, inhale, relax, exhale - intended to keep his now openly rebelling bowels in check, and his tiring rear in strict obedience. He didn't care just how cute Penny was or how aroused he was by her interests... he wasn't going to shit his shorts in front of her, no matter how direly he--

                "Wh-- Hey!"

                Alex was brought out of his deeply introspective trance by a sudden and clear physical sensation - Penny was undoing his belt and working on his shorts button and zipper. "N-now's a really bad time for that!" Penny gazed up at him, her hands pausing, an undisguised look of hungry lust on her face. "Oh. I'm sorry! I could stop. Button you back up, cinch your belt agai--" Alex whimpered through gritted teeth. "N-no, just..." He was interrupted by a soft pawpad touching his lips with a gentle, implicative caress. "Don't speak. Focus on your body. Trust me." Alex gulped, that familiar swelling of lust in his loins running up his spine again, washing over him and soaking his thoughts and inhibitions... How could he be horny at a time like this? He didn't understand how he could need to defecate so, so badly and yet want the woman in front of him... no, want to please this woman in front of him yet more. As if on cue, she whispered a hungry whisper into his ear. "Do you trust me? You've come this far, such a good boy, not even a protest..." He breathed out a hot, laden breath, his underwear tightening around his loins. He nodded obediently. Her fingertip was replaced with her mouth, kissing him, teasing his tongue with hers. Never had he been this aroused - at least not in a long; long time, the primal, dominating lust of a new, forbidden experience taking hold of his mind. Whatever she wanted, he'd oblige... no, he thirsted to give her.

                 Penny, too, was getting a bit carried away, her breaths coming more deeply and rapidly, but she wasn't nearly as far gone as Alex had become. In fact, half of her own arousal was a contact high, the heat between her legs and thudding of her heart rising in response to his own - and more prominently, his genuine, driving want to explore her desires. She hadn't had to pry, bargain, beg, or compromise for her fetish once, even though he hadn't even entertained it once before... and it was driving her mad. Her palm rested on his belly lightly, but covetously - swollen and churning with fullness, and only because she'd asked him to keep it that way, just for her. She finished opening his shorts, but left his underwear on, instead letting her clawtips rest on their hem. Slooowly, she dragged them upward, across the slightly exaggerated bulge of his bloated belly. "All that food~" she chimed breathily into his ear. Alex mumble whimpered in reply, both of his hands clenched at his sides, trying not to think about it, but a thick rumble against her fingertips betrayed that her words had reached him. "So many chances to stop and relieve yourself..." she continued, his snout turning up and letting an unbecoming, urgent whiiine as she spoke, her words coaxing a squeeze from his bowels just behind his rear. She wanted to say something else, but she was too drunk on hormones, every motion of his body in response to her teasing clouding her own ability to think. With what little clarity she had left, she pulled away from him, eliciting a confused, needy noise from him in reply, one paw reaching out for her as she stood just a stride in front of him.

                 But still, she wasn't finished with him yet, and she knew if she stayed in that embrace, she wouldn't be able to resist him any longer, and she wasn't ready. Not yet. She gazed possessively at the boy in front of her, licking her chops. Alex was a sight to see. From the chest up, he was the portrait of a man ready to mate, maw half open as he panted, not with exertion, but primal need, eyes half-lidded and one ear flicking out of frustration. From the tummy down though, he was something else, his round, bloated, shapely belly giving his otherwise toned and fit frame an obscenely curvy shape, his shorts half-on half-off his hips and showing off not only how low the weight in his guts sat, but how powerfully aroused he'd become. Both of his bulges swayed weightily, his hips and rear bobbing to and fro as he lifted one foot and rested his weight on the other, trading it back and forth every second or so, as his insides made no attempt to hide their audible shifting and churning. Penny closed her eyes, swallowed, and took a deep breath. No, not yet. Soon. You'll have him soon. Make it last.

                "P-Penny?"

                Alex's tone wasn't just strained, but it was unsure, perhaps a bit worried, and it brought her back to reality. It was her turn to crack an awkward smile. "Sorry. Almost got carried away." Alex let out a frustrated noise as his youthful rush of hormones started to wane. "Almost, she says..." Penny's grin widened, and she laughed. "I don't think I need to tell you this is becoming a rather special experience for me... think you can make it last a little longer?" Alex mumbled something about not making any promises. "I know for sure I can't walk much farther. I..." He paused, not quite believing he was about to say what he was, "I've never had to take a dump so badly in my life." Penny trilled, replying with a sway of her hips, and a little pause before replying, "Tell you what…”

               

                A gentle breeze blew through the sturdy trunks of the forest around them, the wind whispering around bark and conspiring through pine needles and leaves. The sound was calming to the pair as they hiked on, though the pace had become decidedly more of a lazy stroll than purposeful marching. Alex shivered a little. Rather, he had been shivering now and again for the past several hours as he tried to convince his body that refusing to relieve himself was not only an option, but the only option, much to its disagreement. Rather, what made this shiver unique was the effect the breeze was having on his body… a specific portion of his body, in particular. He was dressed much as he was earlier; a pair of windproof goggles resting on a leather strap atop his forehead, a taupe tunic with the sleeves long since removed in a rough fashion, his trademark red bandana around his neck, and a large hiking backpack slung over both shoulders.

                Beyond that, however, he was bare. His feet padded along the trail without the aid of hiking shoes, (which he didn’t mind in the least - his feet being bare on the ground merely meant he could feel the contours of the rough trail better, and as such, navigate it more naturally -) his bare legs and rather muscular thighs moving in an uneasy, slightly stilted rhythm, and much to Penny’s amusement, his bare balls, sheath, and rump swayed to the beat of his steps, free and presented for all to see. Penelope being the only one to see it didn’t do much to assuage Alex’s anxiousness, though if the plumpness of his sheath, with pink tip peeking from it as it swayed were any indication, his anxiousness wasn’t doing much to assuage his horniness following their latest close encounter.

                 Above his bits, peering out from beneath his tunic, was his belly. Even a casual observer could see it was swollen now, and anyone that knew Alex would be hard-pressed not to ask him if he’d gained weight. He had, in fact, gained a few pounds over the last two days, but he carried it in a way that would seem odd to anyone that looked. It lacked the characteristic softness and gentle folds of body fat, the few inches of swell his normally athletic, flat middle had gained were round, almost formulaically smooth and curved. His belly button flirted with the hem of his top as he walked, and every once in a while it would make a very audible complaint of motion and fullness.

                Penny couldn’t stop glancing over her shoulder at him. Only partly because she wanted to see if he’d stopped or was falling behind - or perhaps even making a break for the trees - but rather because the shape and gait he’d developed was driving her mad. Her own bottoms, still attached to her hips rather than in her pack like Alex’s has found themselves, bore the gentle, warm dampness of her own lewd thoughts and mood, her heartbeat slightly more rapid than someone taking a gentle stroll through the forest in the afternoon. She wanted him, and badly, almost as badly as he wanted to let his body rid himself of his backed up meals. She still couldn’t believe her dumb luck - an attractive boy, with no place in particular to be, inclined for companionship, and a sense of adventure so conveniently and particularly broad she still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dreaming.

                The deal she’d brokered was simple. Alex was to remain bottomless for the remainder of this leg of the journey; the relief of no belt constricting his abdomen and no clothing to soil should the unthinkable strike were the bargain in exchange. The deal had bought him some deeply desired relief from urgent squeezes and cramps from his plumbing - though it did nothing for how simply bloated and bottom-heavy he felt. His body wasn’t totally sold on this deal, either, and every half hour or so, Penny could hear a few heavy steps come to a pause, and turn to see him clutching at his abdomen or groping at his bottom, one leg raising awkwardly off the dirt of the forest floor to tuck under his sheath and coinpurse, usually accompanied with a dizzyingly attractive grimace of effort, and a thick bubbling from his lower gut as though someone were blowing into fresh oatmeal with a straw.

                Despite his hesitations, and a few honest impulses to cry out an apology and make for the treeline as fast as his belabored tailhole would allow, he still found himself before long walking again, with a belly feeling rather tighter and heavier than before. He’d never been quite so in tune with his bodily functions. He swore he could feel every inch of the tubes within his rounded middle, knowing exactly where each loop squeezed, pushed, bubbled, and shifted… and that was nothing to say for his tightened ring. The weight upon it was incredible. He swore he could feel it lazily bulging under the sheer gravity of his meals, tickling and tingling madly as the breeze caressed his bare rear, wobbling dangerously with the vibration of each footfall. Every pause induced by a sudden and coordinated pumping of his bowels made it ache and prickle with the numbness of fatigue against the sudden and nigh inexorable pressure building behind it… but seeing Penny’s looks of pure lust and covetousness made him swallow thickly and tense it up until finally, with a glacial rumbling from his depths, the pressure eased temporarily. 

                In short, the poor tabby needed to poop. Badly.

                Badly enough, in fact, that after another mile or so, Penny heard a breathy gasp. She turned to see Alex staring into the middle distance with wide eyes, both hands clutching at his distended tum with a disoriented panic. His upper thighs pressed - no, leaned - against each other and quivered. Penny didn’t think much of it, leering at the tabby until she saw his body language take a rather very specific turn.

                First, Alex farted. This had been happening on and off as they walked, given he’d given up on trying to hold the persistent bubbles in, but this one was tense, tight, and nervous as first, but pattered to a stop suddenly with a few gentle pops… and accompanied almost immediately reflexive, squatting dip of his hips. Alex’s face went red. His cheeks puffed a little, and his eyes narrowed, his eyes drunkenly losing their focus. His fingers curled into tight fists, and his toes curled, claws raking tiny lines into the soft earth below him. His gut didn’t so much gurgle or grumble so much as it cavitated with effort. All of this, of course, happened over the course of about three seconds, and Penny knew with experience what was happening as soon as it had begun.

                Alex’s body was refusing to hold it in anymore. There was no longer a voluntary choice. He was going into a labor of sorts, and he was going to unload; right here, right now.

                Within the tabby’s head, there was no awareness of the world around him besides a fuzzy, desaturated image and a dim, cotton-wrapped stream of sounds echoing from far away... His world at present was instead one of sensation. A burning, powerful, urgent warmth has developed in his belly like a red-hot lead ball rolling downward towards his behind. He was aware of a panicked, twanging, staccato signal from his tailhole as it violently spasmed shut and involuntarily relaxed, his body trying to override the weakening signal from his increasingly fuzzy and unfocused mind. But above all, there was one clear thing he could focus on, one clear sense in his otherwise rapidly narrowing awareness: a mass, like a long-delayed freight train on slow, but dutifully steadfast wheels, was moving within him, and it was moving down.

                Penny yelled. “Hey! Not here, big boy!” Alex paid her little heed. His eyes showed a brief flicker, his ear flicked, but he farted again, and his ass lowered even further toward the earth. The efforts of verbal persuasion held no heed over nature’s hypnotizing spell that had gripped Alex as firmly as his bowels were gripping the mass inside of him. The lynx swallowed. She half wanted to let him go… he’d certainly come far, far further than any other sane and relatively potty-trained person would - all for her benefit alone, even - but a persistent sensation of her own, throbbing and begging for physical attention between her hips had hold of her mind in its own gentle but insistently effective and glibly persuasive grasp. Her feet trod on the path at a short, but dutifully urgent jog.

                Another sensation - then a second, prodded its way through Alex’s foggy mind. It shared space near his tired and flagging tail, on either side of it… Penelope had gripped Alexander’s rear firmly, and with her legs, had begun to hoist Alex’s butt out of a squat. Alex whined in deep, warning tones. “I know, you big hunk, but we’re almost there. Come on.” The last word was accompanied with one final tug, bringing Alex to a shaky, knock-kneed stand. His voice growled from deep within. “Can’t… Can’t hold it… Let me go…” He didn’t fight back or pull away - he couldn’t. Every neuron he could goad into motion was focused on damming back the mountain that was moving within him. Penelope leaned in and bit his ear, making the tabby yelp and colors dance before his eyes, his sheath bulging and his tip sliding free from its confines to taste the cool, crisp breeze and dribble clear fluid from within obediently. The fuzziness in his head waned. A baser instinct rose from within, clashing with the primal bodily urge and loosening its grasp on his mind. His bowels surged with bubbling and rumbling as pressure generated by his cramping insides relented back. His ring slowly drew closed, and a bulkhead of mass at the very end of his pipes, nearly poking to the open air itself, retreated within.

                Alex moaned. The moan hadn’t decided if it was out of raw lust or despairing urge to defecate by the time it left his mouth and hung in the air as steam despite the temperate climate. Penny whispered directly into Alex’s ear with much the same effect, “Good boy.” Alex’s thighs unlocked, and he turned, slowly. His cock swayed heavily as he rotated, a thin trail of precum lazily following as it, and he, turned to face the Lynx. Penelope reflexively swallowed and trilled. “Oh… something else on your mind, is it?” Alex looked through her. His blue eyes were still hazy, and his hands released his bloated belly to grab at her hips. Penny gave an involuntary whimper of her own as lust rolled through her core and sloshed like a spring between her hips. One of her own hands reached, groping between the tabby’s legs until it found his twin orbs, lifting them and cradling them in her palm. Her wrist was immediately kissed with a drip of pre, and she could feel the heat of his loins.

    Her emerald eyes peered into his and their lips met. Tongues intertwined and danced, shortly followed by their bodies, Alex’s hips pressing into Penny’s and smearing her trail shorts with his pre as he bucked against her and his length dragged desperately along the fabric. Alex’s palms tugged at Penny’s shorts with an unmistakably wordless demand, making no headway against her belt. Penny pulled back just enough to undo the first loop, inadvertently caressing the tip of his cock softly with the backs of her hands…

                Grrrbbbbl….

                The moment that carried the igneous, magma-like bubbling of his belly hung in the air, as if it were awkwardly deciding where in this primal dance of mating it belonged, before hurriedly moving along; deciding it perhaps had interrupted something more important and very private. Alexander’s gut hadn’t just sounded bloated, gassy, and in urgent need of relief; it sounded indignant. Perhaps even threatening. The urges within had lost this battle, but a descending bubbling beneath his belly button decreed that it would not lose the war. Alex stood, panting, his lower abdomen giving a short groan once… twice, deeper… thrice, his thighs quivering with sheer effort, before a weak, sputtering toot forced its way free. He tried desperately not to laugh when his eyes caught Penelope’s, this time having the advantage as her own lust had left her feeling soft around the edges enough that it took her several seconds longer than Alex to process exactly what had just happened.

                Eventually, though, she recovered, and didn’t bother to resist laughing, although Alex carried on valianty fighting it, preferring that over fighting off another wave of urges on his tired, bulging tailhole. He was far from relaxed, one hand furtively rubbing his badly bulging tum in slow circles, the other holding his rump, two fingers clandestinely massaging his ring. His length, sensing that playtime was decidedly over, gently nestled all but its tip back in his sheath, though it was still dripping embarrassingly, which in turn caused Penny to look down at the glistening swath of dark, slick fabric on her shorts and begin giggling again. “Aha, ha, man. I almost feel bad for stopping.” Alex chuckled, shifting from foot to foot. “Almost? Don’t let me interrupt you. I just hope you won’t mind when I explode.

                Though the jovial awkwardness between the two was something they both enjoyed, Alex’s belly bubbled ominously and his thighs dipped together again. Nothing that had possessed either of them a few moments ago had let Alex lessen the load within his bowels, and though the monster of his base instincts was back in its cage for the moment, it was growing larger and the bars were beginning to bend with each gurgling roar. “I can’t believe I almost… …had an accident…” he mumbled, the last half of his sentence rather quieter with the unfamiliarity of it not having left his mouth in almost two decades. “I can,” Penny mused. “You’re getting to the end of your rope, big boy~.” Alex nodded with a little huff.

                She turned and looked out down the trail. The sun had left its apex in the sky and the trees drew lines of shadow across the path from its mid-afternoon angle over the mountains. Alex followed her gaze. The trail carried on flatly and relatively straight for about a half mile before dipping out of view… but beyond, it peered back into his sight a blurry distance away, where it soon met a stone and wood covered bridge… and more importantly, the Faurine River. Alex rubbed his belly and practically drooled in anticipation, his thighs needily grinding together. The look he gave the broad and cerulean blue water in the distance would have made it run backwards and retreat up the mountain in fear, had it the capacity for thought. Penny kissed his cheek before his thoughts gave his body and belly any bright ideas.

                “Think you’ll make it, handsome?” Penny inquired. “Can’t be more than a half hour or so away, all downhill…” Alexander glanced down. His swollen abdomen groaned, and he allowed himself to dance, hopping from foot to foot as a cramp loomed, gripped his bowels threateningly, and eased… all as Penny bit her lip and shuffled her own legs a bit under a similar but altogether different bodily need. “I… don’t think so,” Alex said finally, hands less holding his distended middle, and more resting its hefty weight on his palms. “It’s taking all my strength to not make three steps into the trees and handle business.” Penny nodded, replying with an amicable, “I won’t stop you.”

                Alex continued to dance, ready to make another gentle protest, when what she’d said registered. “I really… wha?” His feet begged him to start walking, and his gut bubbled as another wave of urges surged down his middle and rebounded thickly off of his tailhole, making him give a grunt of effort. “I… are you sure?” Penny nodded, resisting calls from within herself somewhere to grab his hand and start pulling  him down the trail. “I can’t lie… I want you, right here, right now…” Her words dripped with lust. Alex’s sheath bobbed heedingly. “And even more, I want to drag you, squirming and begging, all the way to the banks of the river…” This statement drew an involuntarily tensing of muscles on the aft side of Alex’s lower body. “But you’ve been so, so good… to me, to my silly wants and desires…” She paused for a beat. “...better than anyone else…” she ventured with just a bit of added honey. Alex swallowed loudly. “We’re so close, big boy, and if we make it, I don’t think either of us could stop ourselves…”

                Alex’s bits dribbled another long string of pre, his mind rapidly changing tracks between the burning pull of his loins and the smoldering push of his bowels. He looked again, down the trail at the distant blue line carved through the trees and grass. It seemed so far, further now than when he looked last. A gentle gust of wind tickled under his tail and past his bits. He clamped one hand firmly beneath his tail, and took a deep breath, holding it and counting. Penny watched with hopeful interest, tail curling the question marks in her mind as his dancing from foot to foot slowed, his thighs parted, and his own tail, like a flag lowered in defeat, shakily descended, curled over his hand and between his legs, the tip covering his sheath. His belly burbled moodily, but feebly in protest.

                “No promises. But for you, beautiful, I’ll try.” Penny let out a barely restrained squeal, stopping just short of throwing herself into him and hugging him for dear life (and, inevitably, sweet relief, which is what barely managed to stop her) and instead, leaned in to give him a lingering, warm kiss. Alex’s belly bubbled again, louder this time, and he winced. “T-time is a factor…” he whimpered. Penny giggled, nodding, and beginning to plod down the trail, beckoned for him to follow. Alex nervously called after her. She trodded to a stop several strides away from the tabby, who was still standing where he was, shifting from foot to foot, tail curled between his legs and looking rather pleadingly in her direction.

                “What is it, big boy? Change your mind?” Alex pinkened a little. “N-no, but…” he trailed off, feet still trampling the ground urgently beneath him. “But what? Want me to carry you? I don’t think I can lift you, even without all the added weight.” Alex took another deep breath, glancing down between his legs, at the trees to his right, then back at Penelope. “No, but I might need your help, anyway…”

                “...I really, really have to pee.”

     

  13. Memoraderaline
    A hormone which is only produced rarely, and in trace amounts in most humans. Its function in the body is not totally understood. However, it is known to affect cognitive abilities, memory in particular. This hormone also shares its name with [REDACTED].

    Woltz Disease
    An extremely rare chronic hereditary disorder which causes severe episodic memory loss. The disease generally does not surface until adulthood, but the exact timing varies. The disease is caused by extreme overproduction of memoraderaline in the kidneys. Individuals suffering from Woltz disease lose their memories in close proximity to urination, causing them to effectively “reset” their memories to the time the disease first manifested each time they urinate. This disease was thought to be incurable until a recent breakthrough in medical science which resulted in the creation of MA-Blocker. Up until that point, the only treatment available to Woltz Disease patients was capacity training to increase time between urination, as well as certain kinds of structured learning activities which allowed patients to learn and practice certain types of information and skills which would then partially or wholly persist between memory loss episodes.

    MA-Blocker
    The name given to the drug capable of curing Woltz disease. When administered to individuals who suffer from this disease, symptoms are relieved completely. Long-term use of the drug has even been shown to allow the recall of lost memories even from before the drug was first taken.

    Synthetic Memoraderaline
    [REDACTED]

  14. Nicoletta Goldstein drummed her fingers on the dashboard of her van. As the official gunsmith for an entire group of Devil Hunters, her life was rarely dull. This was one of the exceptions. Her partner Nero had gone to fight off the giant demon Gilgamesh, and she had been left to look after one of the other Hunters: the stylish slayer known only as Lady. Nero had rescued her from inside a demon, and she was now slumbering on the couch in the back of the van, wearing only a thin bed sheet.

     

    “C’mon, wake up already,” Nico muttered. “It’s been hours!” She took another drag of her cigarette and flicked away the ash. It had almost entirely burned away by the time she heard something move behind her.

    “Dante…”

    “Lady?” Nico turned and sure enough, her charge was beginning to stir. “Hold still,” said Nico, rushing over to the couch, where Lady was groggily opening her eyes.

    “Where’s… Dante?” she groaned.

    “Don’t worry,” Nico reassured her, “Nero’s on the job. He’ll have Dante and Trish back before you know it!”

    “Nico…I need…”

    “You just take it easy, you hear?” said Nico. “You need something to eat? Maybe some, uh, clothes?”

    “I… need to pee.”

     

    “Oh,” said Nico, feeling herself blush. “Yeah, that makes sense. You’ve been asleep for so long, no wonder you gotta go.”

    “Help me up,” said Lady, extending an arm.

    “I would,” Nico replied, “but the toilet on this van’s, ah, under repairs. But I’m sure we could find a bathroom- woah, what are you doing?”

    It looked like it had taken some effort, but Lady had stood up, letting the sheet drop to the floor. Nico blushed even harder at the sight of her nude body and quickly turned away.

    “Watch my back for me, will you?” Lady asked.

     

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    Damn, thought Lady, I’m about to burst! 

    She staggered her way to the van’s door, opened it and squatted on the ground behind it, hopefully concealing her from view. Her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and as there was no clothing in the way, it eagerly began releasing its contents with a loud gushing sound. Lady closed her eyes and let out a moan of relief as she sprayed the ground with the force of a fire hose. The golden puddle between her legs grew at an astounding rate, so much so that Lady had to widen her squat to avoid peeing on her toes. She was starting to wonder if she would ever be empty when she finally felt the pressure behind her stream begin to die down. It was still quite some time before it stopped completely, however.

    Much better, Lady thought, staring at the massive pool in front of her. I can’t believe I was holding in that much!

     

    Her business completed, Lady returned to the van, only to find that Nico was nowhere to be seen. 

    “Nico?” Lady called. Then she heard something moving outside of the passenger door. She opened it and was greeted by the sight of Nico faced away from her and squatting, ass out. What she was doing would have been obvious even without the gentle hissing sound coming from beneath her.

    “Ahh!” Nico turned at the sound of the door opening. She stood and yanked her shorts back up in a hurry. “Shit,” she grumbled, “last few drops went into my pants.”

    “Sorry,” said Lady, “I just didn’t know where you were.”

    “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Nico told her. “It’s just that I heard you taking a leak and it made me have to go too.” She blushed again. “So, uh, how much did you see?”

    “Less than you’re seeing of me right now,” Lady replied. “I’ll take you up on the offer of clothes now.”

    “Sure thing,” said Nico. “I got some spare outfits in the back.” She chuckled. “I’m just glad we were able to take care of things before the boys came back!”

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    There is actually so much in my head i feel like i need to try and capture, Not just about Omo, about many different areas of my LIFE, and all of ours actually. 
    But given you are on this forum and reading this, I think it would make you happy if i kept this about Omo stuff, wouldn't it? I like making people happy.
    I really do feel overwhelmed though. Like i am going to face a challenge capturing all of what my mind is capable of thinking (and yeah i mean just bout omo) into a medium that you can view, read, or even watch...
    I am not of the "AB" part of AB/DL
    And until only a few years ago, I never cared for DL either. With respect, the AB kind of put me off the DL...
    ... A few years ago, i managed to get the courage together to buy adult pulllups  for men from my local chemist, trying to give off the "they arent for me" energy as best i could.  The girl behind the counter was trying to work that out herself i think. 

    I gave them ago, and while it was fun temporarily, it was a pack of 6 disposable ones or something... it honestly didn't feel worth it.
    I sat and played kingdom hearts 3, or remind, i cant remember. It really was only temporary. 
    And my dog, who was a pup at the time, had dug one up that i had already bagged to be thrown out, she had it on my bedroom floor and my mate fkn found it.
    We never spoke of it since and i haven't tried any omutsu or ab/dl stuff since as you could imagine. It was quite embarrassing,
    First time i've written about it and to a forum like this, kind of makes me feel better.  

    Anyway, i am currently sitting in a cloth diaper i bought recently, 1 bamboo and 1 microfiber insert. My dog is no longer a pup and i have moved a north from where i used to live.
    I've just stood up because i feel like i need a coffee to keep writing, and there is a great big wet patch where i am sitting. I guess I've weed more than i thought this morning lol. 
    I'm still new to this, Ive had some fun in it this morning but now its full and i can't use it for practical reasons through out the day. I accidentally had an orgasm while edging this morning too, i usually cum into a cup and knock it back with water (your mind will be blown repeatadly in this blog I am actually intending that, and promise it), but i held me ball muscles as hard as i could, but when i thought i'd won and relaxed, my cock erupted onto my stomach. God damn, now comes the unexpected mood swings and slight disgust of what i was doing before hand. Thankfully i didn't take too hard of a hit. 

    But seeing a visibly damp office chair just now when nearly out the door coffee has made me stop and rethink... i need to perfect this.
    I am glad i had already started writing this and had started this blog earlier, because often by now the whole buzz would have died. And i wouldn't have bothered exploring this to this level for weeks again.
    One of the first steps i need to take is obvious: I need to buy another one of these contraptions around my cock and butt. And several more inserts, i figured i can just change the inserts through out the day, 2 at a time. Heres 2 examples of the things i wanna talk about in this blog, these 2 examples are things that i am SAVING, and they are both LITERALLY worth more than MONEY. can you guess? TIME and WATER.

    I just stood up to put way some clean laundry, i haven't taken this thing off yet. Apparently it held a little more.
    I cant sit down with it maybe?
    I need to just let it out in small bursts... which i didnt do this morning again... too much fun.
    I really do want to get good at being a ninja about this, discreet, practical, and most importantly i DO NOT affect anyone around me...
    Smell, dampness, visible wet spots etc etc....

    i havent even scratched the surface of what i can write, i mean that...

    And with that, I'll end this first blog entry and do the exact opposite of saving time and water... i need to do a load of laundry including this contraption and the inserts, then have a shower and go buy a coffee, in twice the amount of time it actually takes to do said things. 

    Stay tuned, xx.
     

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    For those who don't play DnD a standard healer.... almost. They can heal party members, but they're spells have side-effects! 

    At Level 0 Clerics pick their domain, each of the three domains effect their basic heal spell. The domains are Desperation, Leaking, Wetting, Diaper.

    With the Desperation domain at level 0 every basic heal reduces the targets bladder size by one rank. After four uses this becomes two ranks, after eight this becomes three and so-on. This will never cause the target to wet immediately. After a long or short rest this resets back to one rank.
     

    With the Leaking domain at level 0 every basic heal causes a 1/20 chance to lose control for 1 second. Every use increases the chance by 1/20. Bladder will not reduce below 50% capacity. After a long or short rest this resets back to one rank.


    With the Wetting domain at level 0 every three basic heals causes an increase of 3 to your own bladder. After you wet or relieve yourself you can no longer cast basic heal.

    With the Diaper domain at level 0 every basic heal causes a diaper to appear on the target, and creates an aura of incontinence, every player within five feet of the target must make a constitution saving throw DC 5 or they will wet themselves into a diaper.

  15. Maybe if I...no, I can't! T-they're all so scary! But I have to...but they'd eat m-me if I tried! A little creature continued mulling the same thoughts over and over as he looked over the empty expanse of the Lucille Plain. Actually, were it empty, he wouldn't be worrying himself so much, and his problem would be solved. The problem was the herds of fang rabbits that now inhabited these plains, pink hares as tall as he with a penchant for eating. He had heard they were herbivores, but he wasn't taking chances.

    They were certainly large animals, but they were still less than half the size of an average adult human. Their stature was only so intimidating to someone as small as a featherfolk. Featherfolk were a race of bird-like people, the size of children, named for the many feathers that covered their bodies and formed wings on the undersides of their arms, and known for their incredible timidness. They rarely left their hometown of Gugleion, but on rare occasions, they found a greater purpose and ventured out into the world.

    Of course, just because they saw beyond the walls of their village did not immediately cure them of their skittishness. Still, even among the nervous disposition of the featherfolk, few were as jittery as Mui. Covered in golden-white plumage, a permanent blush on his cheeks, his brown chestnut eyes almost invisible behind the paws used so often to cover his face, he was practically the living embodiment of the featherfolk stereotype. No one would suspect that he was one of Thorwad's heroes that had just saved the world from the centennial monsters, the Teras Pharma.

    Now that the Teras Pharma were eradicated, things had calmed down, but that didn't mean that the world was free from strife. The aftermath of the war had devastated a lot of natural life, so as an herbalist, Mui came here, to this barren field, so he could sow some seeds and grow the greenery needed for the medicine the world would need to heal. He came here ready to do good, pouch full of seeds, but quickly discovered that the fang rabbits had intruded in the absence of bigger monsters. That realization was hours ago, and Mui hadn't moved since then, working up the courage to either get the job done or to run away.

    I really need to get out of here soon... He couldn't take the plunge one way or another, but he knew he had a timer, one rooted in a heaviness situated around his tummy. I really need to go t-tinkle. He had spent so long debating what the smart next move would be, his bladder had ample time to begin filling with the fluids from earlier today. In an ideal world, he would have gotten to Lucille Plain, planted seeds all across the meadow, and gotten out of here before a need for a bathroom was ever a concern. But things hadn't gone according to plan, so here he was, desperation growing to worrisome levels.

    "Ah, Mui, you're already here. That makes things a lot easier."

    Mui was not expecting anybody else to show up, definitely not someone who knew him, so hearing his name was a shock. "Waaahhhhh!" With nothing nearby to hide behind, all he could do for shelter was throw himself into a corner against a rocky wall, crouching down and cowering with his head buried in his wings. More secretly, he leaked a little bit, nowhere near enough to be visible from the outside on thick canvas pants, but the shot of heat was incredibly evident to him. It was short, and he regained control quickly, but it was the nerve-wracking reminder that he really needed his pee break.

    Hiding, curled up in a ball, Mui knew he would never get the chance to relieve himself if he did nothing, so he forced himself to lower his hands and look up. And what he saw was not a predator, but a tall, slim human with long brown hair. And he was someone that Mui knew: the closest of Thorwad's compatriots, making him one of Mui's companions as well. "Oh, R-Rolf!" That was a huge weight off his chest, knowing this was someone he could trust. "D-did you c-come here to help me?" That was when he noticed that Rolf was holding something, hard to tell exactly, but it seemed to be a small brown clump with a green stalk poking up. "Oh, is that a sapling? What kind of plant is it for?" Curious, the featherfolk hopped up like a bird and began looking it over.

    "It would take too long to explain, and I haven't seen it myself, but Thorwad swears it'll work," Rolf assured. "Let's see how this works." Pulling the sapling away from the suddenly inquisitive Mui, Rolf knelt down nearby and began digging a hole in the soil with his hands, one deep enough to bury a sapling large enough that it could be cupped in two hands. So it took Rolf some time, but the hole wouldn't be large enough for it to be feasible for Mui to help with his big paws. He just had to watch, hope that simple observation was enough to take his mind off his desire to find the "little featherfolk's room". It wasn't.

    At least it wasn't long before Rolf had finished, covering the exposed top of the bulb with loose dirt. He wasn't a master gardener, but Mui considered the work satisfactory. Given the proper conditions, it would begin sprouting into a fine tree within a few years. It just needs proper sunlight and...watering... "But w-what is the tree supposed to d-do?"

    No sooner did he ask a reasonable question did the freshly-planted little sprout do something that trees absolutely did not do: it grew. Rapidly. The green shoot rocketed upwards, its girth expanding swiftly as several branches birthed and jumped outwards, the central spire turned brown, and a blanket of leaves formed at the ends of the outreaching arms, with glowing blue vines hanging down. All of this happened within seconds; in less than a quarter-minute, that tiny bud had become an adult tree, right before their eyes.

    Naturally, this wholly unusual phenomenon was horribly startling for poor Mui. "Kyaaah!" Shivering, he ran to his friend, hiding behind Rolf's comparatively large legs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he wrapped his wings around Rolf's knees for some security. And, yes, Mui did pee his pants a little bit more. "T-t-the t-tree is g-going to e-eat us!"

    Rolf was used to this kind of behavior, so he just laughed it off and continued admiring the tree. "So that's why you've placed your trust in those kids, Thorwad."

    Several moments passed with nothing sinister happening, and Mui started to wonder if he was scared for nothing. That's when the tree started glowing, more and more until it reached a blinding flash, something else that trees definitely don't do. "Gyaaahh!" The featherfolk once again buried his face into the back of Rolf's knees, shaking like he had just molted at the peak of Mt. Hioni, as if his friend's lower body was the only shield between him and death. Even when the light had vanished, he wouldn't dare pry himself away from what he perceived as safe.

    Because of this, the task of talking fell to Rolf. "Well, you surprised me. As soon as I planted the sapling, it grew quickly. It became such a splendid tree in no time at all."

    "Is it...because it's an Era Tree?" Wah! T-that was someone else talking! W-where did they come from?!

    "It interests me too, but... I think we should talk about medicinal herbs first." But Rolf trusts them, so m-maybe they're not ba- Wait, "medicinal herbs"? "Here, Mui." Ah, that's me! W-what do I do? I-I can't handle it! What if they're all planning to eat me? How am I supposed to r-run from them?

    If he were to flee, he needed some information about what he was facing, so against his better judgment, he poked his head out from behind Rolf's lower half to get a better look at the strange tree. And there was indeed someone standing there. In fact, there were four people that Mui had never seen before, who had all seemingly come out of nowhere. He could tell one was an Ionian soldier, but the two women were completely unknown. And the man at the head of the group... "T-Thorwad?"

    One of the women, a magician by the look of the staff she carried, clad in black and red robes, was the first to notice Mui's diminutive frame. "Wow, a featherfolk! I've never seen a real one before!"

    That comment brought everyone's eyes onto little Mui, making him shrink away nervously. That little act, that tiny startled squeal and shuffle back as he averted his gaze down, completely captured the eye of the other woman, the one with dirty blonde hair curled up at her shoulders and an ankle-length white dress with maroon skirt. Every single bit of her attention was focused squarely on Mui with an unblinking gaze that pierced through to his soul, and being the center of attention like that made the poor featherfolk nervous, retreating halfway behind Rolf's legs with a muffled squeak.

    That was the clincher. "Awwww, he's so cuuuuuute!" She was just shy of having hearts in her eyes; in every other way, she was as enamored as one could be, like her life had been empty before meeting a featherfolk. A wide, open smile lifted her expression to the sky, her hands were clasped over the sizable breasts that covered her melting heart, and blood rushed to her cheeks, fueled by a sugar rush from the undiluted sweetness she was looking at.

    Mui had no experience in how to cope with this kind of affection, so he did what he always did: panic. "Oh, uh, ah... I-I-I thought... Excuse me please!" With the most forceful shout his shaky voice could muster, he turned to run.

    He had only made one bound before Rolf, who had clearly anticipated this reaction, grabbed his upper wing to keep him still. "No, Mui, don't be afraid." Once Rolf was sure the featherfolk wasn't going anywhere when he felt his struggle go limp, he went back to addressing the other group. "Sorry about that. As you can see, he's very shy. Or rather, afraid."

    Though she kept her distance, the infatuated girl squatted down to better meet a featherfolk's eye level. "Aw, it's okay, Mui. We're not going to hurt you."

    He had little reason to believe that. "W-who are y-you?"

    The Thorwad lookalike seemed hesitant as to how he should answer that. "Well...it's sort of a long story..."

    ---------------

    It was hard for Mui to follow, with all the new concepts being thrown his way, but he got the following: they were all from 100 years in the future, when the Teras Pharma had returned. They had returned thanks to the machinations of a group called the Vermilion Axe, who wanted to use their might to overthrow the Holy Empire of Ionia. The Vermilion Axe had destroyed the town of Schradt and wounded many of its citizens, so the bountiful medicinal herbs of the Lucille Plain called to them. It sounded to Mui like a trick, but when he looked up at Rolf, he received a nod of approval. As much as his gut objected, Rolf and Thorwad trusted them, so he shouldn't have a reason to worry.

    He also learned who all the people who had come from the future were. The leader, Yusuke, was one of Thorwad's ancestors, trained in the same Blue Flash sword style as the hero Mui knew, which explained the resemblance. The Ionian soldier was Ducas, the mage was Myra, and the woman fawning over the featherfolk was Ilia Barcai, as she was all-too-eager to tell him. Ducas blurted out something about her uncle being the head of the Vermilion Axe, and got smacked in the back of the head by Myra for the insensitive comment. Everything seemed to be settled.

    All except for one thing, as Ducas soon brought up. "So, what's going on with the herbs?"

    "Oh, y-yes, t-that's... I-I came here to plant some herb seeds, but..." Looking down at his feet, Mui started scraping the dirt with his tiny talons as he began muttering. "I-I'm sorry, b-but-"

    "The fang rabbits that ravaged the plains are still lurking around here, right?" Rolf really knew Mui, like he was inside the featherfolk's head. "That's why he hasn't sown any seeds yet."

    "Y-yes..." He began hiding his face behind his wings. "I-I-I'm so sorry..."

    "No, you did nothing wrong, Mui," Ilia exclaimed, quick to jump to his defense. "That's why we're all here, to help you!"

    "That's right," Myra added. "It's important to us that the herbs are healthy as well."

    Yusuke nodded. "Besides, Thorwad has helped us in some amazing ways, and I'd like to pay him back. So any friend of his is a friend of ours."

    Though he was hesitant, Mui started to poke his head out of hiding. "Um, t-thank you..."

    Rolf began chuckling. "Sounds like you'll be in good hands with them, Mui. I think I can trust you alone." And with little more than a wave goodbye, he was on his way out.

    "Huh? W-w-wait!" Just because he could trust them didn't mean he was ready to be alone with them, people he didn't know. Even just having Rolf would ease his concern significantly, but it didn't seem like that would happen.

    And he knew exactly why it would prove to be a problem. From when Rolf had appeared to now, though a lot had happened to distract him, the little featherfolk had never neglected the uncomfortable tingling in his bladder. He couldn't, it was just too omnipresent and worrying to possibly push to the back of his mind, knowing that it would have to be addressed sooner or later.

    The problem was, he now had no idea how he would handle this predicament. He knew Rolf, they had adventured together and stopped a terrible calamity. If Mui was truly bursting, he might just barely be able to ask Rolf to wait while he took care of business. But with strangers? No, there was zero chance he'd work up that kind of courage around anyone he didn't already know. He really didn't want to remember how much he had tortured his poor bladder as a part of Thorwad's heroes.

    It wasn't that he was doubting the abilities of these people from the future. But even the Holy Emperor himself would have a hard time clearing a large field of fang rabbits in the time Mui had left before...the undesirable outcome. It would simply be too long before the featherfolk would have a moment to himself again. Oh, I wasted my chance! I should have d-done it before Rolf showed up! Just the thought of the pain that lay ahead for him seemed to make it worse, and his knees bent inwards as he trembled. Of course, shivering in nervousness was nothing new for him, which was probably why nobody seemed to notice.

    Nobody except for Ilia, of course, who just couldn't take her eyes off the featherfolk. While on his travels, Mui had heard the phrase "undressing someone with your eyes"; he couldn't help but wonder if that would describe what he was on the receiving end of. One way or another, he got an answer when Ilia snapped. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Faster than lightning, Ilia dived for Mui, wrapping her arms around his tiny body, squeezing him like a snake, lifting him off the ground with his paws dangling as she stood up and rocked him to and fro. It wasn't all bad, she kept him comfortable with his face in her two ample cushions, though he didn't care about that. "You're just too precious, Mui!"

    "Alright, Ilia, you're being overbearing," Myra warned, though it didn't sound like she was all that invested. "You've barely met the poor thing, I'm sure he wants his space."

    Ducas nodded. "I'm sure it's overwhelming. Guys aren't used to beautiful women throwing themselves at them."

    "Yeah, you've definitely never experienced that."

    "Okay, that's enough, Myra," Yusuke interrupted, putting a stop to the argument in the making. "Er, Ilia, you really should let go of him now."

    "Oh, sorry!" As she loosened her embrace, Mui took the first chance he could get to pull his face out of her bust, gasping for air as he felt freedom against his twitchy little button nose. Just looking at that, it took every ounce of willpower for Ilia to not suffocate him in another constricting hug. "It's just...he's so precious, I can't help myself!" Though she would have been content to hold him forever, she did put the featherfolk down. Notably, he took a step back as soon as his feet touched the ground, shrinking into a smaller silhouette. She should have been saddened by the subtle rejection, but honestly, the shyness just captured Ilia's heart even further.

    However, on the other end of the infatuation, Mui felt worry well up in his chest. I knew it... I'm never g-going to get any alone time so long as s-she's around! I mean, I couldn't ever ask anyway, but...j-just in case I did... Again, his bladder seemed to get even fuller at the mere thought of trouble, making it incredibly difficult to hide his needs. The normal actions of his nervous disposition could only hide so much. Oh, I really really don't wanna w-wet myself...

    ---------------

    "All right! That's how we clean up around here!" They had barely gotten started on their quest, and already, Ducas was boasting. One fang rabbit slain at his spear, and he was acting like the strongest soldier around.

    Nobody had the time to berate him for his cockiness, because there was still the rest of this pack of savage hares to deal with. Yusuke was putting his Blue Flash style swordsmanship to the test as the nimble targets charged him, while Myra covered his back with fire magic. They all had at least some experience fighting, but even with some time to grow accustomed to battling the Teras Pharma, opponents like this were still an unusual challenge.

    Meanwhile, in the back, Ilia could only watch. She was an herbalist, a healer, she was not much of an asset when it came to a straight battle, her best tactic was just to hang back and watch as her friends got attacked by all manner of beasts. She wouldn't show it, but she hated that weakness, her inability to make a difference for those close to her. She could only stand by in support as everyone she loved fought their own battles, becoming nothing more than a bystander.

    So she channeled that frustration into her art: if she couldn't act, she could help the people she believed in. Even as she suffered under the knowledge that her uncle, the man who has basically raised her after the fire in Martylion claimed her parents, wanted to destroy the world she knew, she followed Yusuke with all her heart as they struck out to change the world. And now that they had traveled a century to the past, maybe she could change things.

    And if she was going to change the future, she first needed to improve herself. Thankfully, she had an easy jump to that end. Though she didn't understand exactly what he meant, Yusuke had said that, through simply a desire to learn, he had picked up sword skills from Thorwad the first time he traveled to the past. So, if Mui were to show me something special of his, I should be able to do it too. But does it have to be an herbalist technique? Does he have to want to teach me?

    Well, before any of that, he needs to talk to me. Ever since their first interaction, Mui had kept his distance from Ilia, never keeping more than a second of eye contact with her. Maybe I was being a bit too overbearing with him...but he's just too irresistible! Still, as cute as he was, he clearly felt alienated and uncomfortable. Which did make him cuter, yes, but it would make being his student more challenging.

    So I just have to bridge the gap between us, somehow. "Actually, Mui, I'm an herbalist too."

    That got his attention, even if it wasn't undivided. "U-um, t-that's what I t-thought. Y-your bag g-gave it away." True, the two both wore brown leather pouches around the fronts of their waists, used to easily store and access all their supplies.

    "Yes, and all of us grew up hearing the legends of how Thorwad and his team of heroes saved the world from the Teras Pharma. I know how much you must have helped them, kept them going."

    A blush bloomed on the featherfolk's little cheeks. Though, Ilia realized, he always looked like that. "N-n-no, I-I didn't do that much! Y-you don't have t-to think anything of m-me!" He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out as a makeshift barrier between the two.

    "Phew, those guys were a real hassle, but we got ‘em!" Reveling in his success, Ducas strutted back from the scene of the battle, scuffed up and beaten, but victorious.

    Honestly, Ilia hardly noticed however Ducas was doing. "Oh, Yusuke, you're hurt!" She rushed to his side, looking over his injuries. Clearly, the fang rabbits had gotten a few good hits in on him, because his clothes were ripped and blood seeped from a few flesh wounds.

    "It's not that bad, Ilia, really." Him, Myra, and Ilia had all been childhood friends back in Therbe Village, so he knew that Ilia was the overbearing type. He knew that reassurances and downplaying would do nothing, and was therefore expecting her to reach right for her bag and start mixing herbs to treat his injuries, which she did. The skill was unmistakable, as her hands worked deftly and nimbly with all manner of leaves and petals that nobody else could keep straight.

    Nobody except Mui, that is. He could instantly identify every ingredient that went into her mixture, knew the purpose of each, and could therefore piece together the potion she was concocting. Though, granted, it was a very basic recipe. Still, something about it seemed off. "How much s-solution are you using with that?"

    "Hm?" She paused in the middle of her measuring, with an unopened bottle of clear viscous liquid in her right hand. "About 100 milliliters. Is there something wrong?"

    Upon being questioned back, Mui yelped and jumped back, hiding his face behind his wings again. "N-n-no, it's nothing! J-j-just ignore m-me!" Eventually, though, he did shift his arms around, until one of his eyes could peek through a gap. "I-it's just...you should be using m-more than that."

    "What? But using more solution would dilute it too much to be very effective."

    Again, Mui recoiled. "N-n-no, y-you're right! B-but, if you add another three grams of medicinal flower and two g-grams of dragon grass leaf in addition to 350 milliliters of s-solution-"

    "-it would create a larger mixture of potion while still maintaining a proper ratio of ingredients, keeping the extra thinning of higher quantities of solution in mind!" She had never heard this theory before, but just as it was being explained to her, it was like she had known it all along, suddenly appearing in her mind. Without any further instruction, she began making the potion Mui had described, like she was a master that had made this concoction hundreds of times. And, within a matter of seconds, the potion was complete. "Wow... With this much, I could treat all of you at once!" She didn't wait for permission before pouring some of the mixture into her open palm and spreading it over Yusuke's wounds, in a very "hands-on" way. "Yusuke, is this how you learned from Thorwad?"

    "Yes. It's a strange sensation, isn't it?"

    "No, I quite enjoy it! Mui's legacy and technique can live on through me!" Now finished with doctoring Yusuke, Ilia looked back at the featherfolk and smiled. "Thank you very much, Mui!"

    A second passed, but eventually, the compliment softened Mui's guard. He slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his wings, exposing his face in its entirety. Though his eyes continued to dart around nervously, he looked a bit more comfortable, even if he was certainly still fidgeting and skittish. It was a small step, but the mere fact that the step was made warmed Ilia's heart. You'll get there, Mui.

    With Yusuke taken care of, and plenty of potion to spare, she moved to treat Myra next, slowly pouring more of the medicine into her hand so as not to spill it over her cupped palm and curled fingers. It was the sight of that trickling liquid so close to her eyes, coupled with the cold fluid against her bare skin, that reminded her of something. Mmph... That's right... It had been quite some time since Ilia had used the restroom, she recalled.

    She couldn't be blamed for letting that natural need slip her mind; a lot had happened to her recently. Her uncle was the man leading the Vermillion Axe and summoning the Teras Pharma, the town she had called home for so much of her life was brought to ruin as a result, many of the people she had known were injured in the attack, and the grief at not having the means to help them was the reason they had traveled a century into the past, a concept that seemed impossible before she experienced it herself. Wow, when I put it all in order, it really has been a long time. Far too long...

    Thanks to her ankle-length dress, she had the freedom to covertly cross her legs as she treated Myra, squeezing her thighs high up to keep her girlhood clenched shut. It did take the sharpest of the edge off, but not much more than that. She still felt that telltale strain thanks to the taut, hard bump on her stomach, the kind of discomfort she would normally be scurrying to "dispose of".

    Ilia had done a lot of traveling throughout her life, particularly the road between her home in Schradt and her training and friends in Therbe. She never made the trek alone, and no amount of "just in case" before departing or careful rationing of water on the walk could keep her empty the entire hike. As a result, she had naturally grown to be more accepting of not only the eventual need to urinate outdoors, but how to let her companions know she was doing so. She just used indirect language. As an herbalist always gathering materials, it was totally possible she really was wandering off to pick flowers. Surely they've never figured it out.

    But things weren't so simple this time, for several reasons. There was always the concern of monsters attacking while she was alone, but that was prior to the Teras Pharma appearing; it was worth being cautious about back then, but not a likely occurrence. Even without Teras Pharma here, she knew there were plenty more fang rabbits, it was dangerous to separate from the group. Especially with how far she'd have to go if she wanted her pee to be private, because there really wasn't much cover in an open plain. She'd need to stroll halfway across the field to hide, and if her only excuse was "I saw some herbs I want to collect", it would stretch credibility that she could see them from such a distance.

    It wasn't that hard for Ilia to convince herself to just hold off for the time being. She recognized it was a necessity, gotten good at doing it cleanly, but she couldn't say she was a fan of squatting. With her dress, it was just tedious to get all that out of the way, with a constant worry that it would slip at some point, right into harm's way. It would be nice if I could learn to pee standing. Why does that have to strictly be a guy thing? It would at least prevent her dropping her rear in a bed of poisonous plants again.

    So, if she didn't want to do her business around here, she really just had to wait. Once Lucille Plain was cleared of danger, its soil sown with seeds, they would return to their present time, and she'd figure out something then, when she was in more familiar territory. Though, judging by the severity of the sensation below her stomach, she wouldn't be making it anywhere civilized in her time. Just the feeling of being in the world she knew was a promising proposition, one where she knew what would be dangerous to wipe with. Mui just needed to get his seeds in the ground, and she could return to that world.

    Speaking of which, Mui hadn't moved at all. The fang rabbits in this area had been disposed of, everyone was fixed up from the battle, yet he remained still. Ilia's bladder panged at the sight, the thought that her release had been delayed as a result. "Um, Mui, sweetie? You can start planting your seeds."

    Nobody had moved any time recently, yet somehow, it seemed the featherfolk had forgotten they were all there. What else could explain how suddenly he jolted, crying as his scrawny wings fluttered in a futile attempt to pull his child-sized body to escape. It was only when he crashed back down and saw everybody looking funny at him that he came to his senses. "A-ah! R-right! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Hopping over to a nearby patch of fresh dirt, the featherfolk reached into his bag to grab his seeds. Something that seemed to take him a while. He should have everything organized in there, what's happening? Eventually, he did pull out a pawful of small pebbles and, bending his reverse-facing knees, he crouched close enough to the ground to reach out and began scratching some trenches into the earth with his seldom-used claws.

    "A...a...a...AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" With his little back hunched just so, working in the dirt, he looked like a little kid making sandcastles on the beach. Somehow, he had done it, and exceeded his cuteness limit in Ilia's eyes. Her body was soon overflowing with an urge to run up and squeeze him tight, thereby interrupting his sowing. It was only that thought that kept her from acting; the thought that Mui possibly wouldn't enjoy it never crossed her mind.

    Actually, something else did make her think twice about it: the glee caused her concentration to slip, and that had a very evident negative consequence. "Ah!" With her focus all in another place, her heavy bladder jumped at the chance to expel some of its mass and ease its burden. While it was a quick run, Ilia caught wise almost as soon as it began, and it was thanks to this swift response that she only had a small squirt of scorching urine squeeze out and soak into her underwear. Which, of course, came paired with the searing pain induced by pee stuck in her urethra, unable to go back and unable to leak out.

    But that didn't mean it wasn't going to try. In fact, it probably would have succeeded, were it not for Ilia's quick thinking. Faster than anything the Blue Flash sword style could muster, her hands flew straight to her crotch to hold on and clutch her hole shut. Of course, with her large bag acting as a wall against her swimsuit area, above a leather half-apron to protect her legs from the pack's shifting friction, the easiest way to accomplish this task was to throw her hands into the bag and grab herself through it. Naturally, her iron grip was dramatically dampened by its force needing to retain through thick canvas, the skirt of her dress, and her panties just to top it off. It meant only about half her strength actually reached her crotch, but with her thighs cradling her wrists and pushing them further in, it was enough. "Ahh..."

    "Uh, Ilia... What are you doing?" Problem was, she wasn't alone. Even if they couldn't see her hands, they saw her shove them down there and tense up, something that was sure to raise a few questions. Hence, why Myra was probing her, and why Yusuke and Ducas were looking at her funny.

    Yet again, Ilia had to act quickly. Not just for fear of being found out, but her friends staring at her while her twitching hands were the only thing keeping her dress dry was...embarrassing. "Oh, I'm just...organizing! Yeah, there's so many different herbs in here, it's important to always keep them in individual pockets!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't what she was doing at the moment. Still, she could make them believe it, with a couple flicks of the wrist and an unfocused stare into the dark contents of her pouch. It did mean she couldn't properly hold herself anymore, but it did seem to gradually convince everyone that nothing was amiss with Ilia. And once they had turned their attention to other matters, she could go right back to it.

    "O-okay, t-the seeds are p-planted," Mui quietly stammered, slowly pushing himself up. "C-c-can we m-move on n-now? I-I m-mean, only i-if you're all o-okay with it!"

    "Of course, if that's what you want, we'll hurry!" Not that she wouldn't have agreed with Mui regardless, he was too cute to ever argue with, but she did have an ulterior motive to support his request. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we return to our own time, and I can do my business then. The group got moving to the next herd of fang rabbits, and despite the uncomfortable heat and pressure welling up in her abdomen, a rising confidence reached her head instead. Yes, I'll make it.

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    No, I won't make it! The majority of the vicious fang rabbits had been slain, and many of their nesting grounds now hosted many herb seeds, Mui should have been relieved that this scary ordeal was nearly over. But how could he be, when he so badly needed relief of a different kind? Until his poor little bladder, now stretched far past any normal size, was given the chance to drain its fluids, he would never feel relaxed.

    Mui had been holding his pee this entire time, and it had only gotten worse the longer he put it off. He had no choice but to put it off indefinitely; with everybody around, there was no chance his shyness would allow any release. Thankfully, he didn't need to exert himself with anything more taxing than squatting close to the ground and tilling, but even that limited movement was testing his patience. Every time he tried to do something more demanding than standing still and thinking dry thoughts, he would be swiftly struck with a punishing blast of fiery pain from the large bulge on his tummy, and each time, he thought that would be the end, only held back by some discrete holding from his shaking paws.

    By this point, the desperation had been going on for so long, Mui had forgotten what it felt like to not have to pee. But even so, he wanted to reclaim that sensation, or lack of sensation, so badly, it consumed his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes to blink, he could so clearly visualize him yanking his little guy out and spraying the ground in front of him. It was a short flash, yet every time, he inched closer to making it happen. Just without the first step. Put simply, he was extremely grateful that his large medicine pack covered most of his pants from the front. If not, the collective results of his many dribbles would be plainly obvious for all to see.

    Even still, he kept up the hard work. Whenever asked, he would obediently plant the herb seeds, as hesitant as he was to get low to the ground. Any sort of bending forward did put an unnecessary squeeze on his ballooned bladder, where each time felt like the last before it would pop. It wasn't unreasonable to think so; with the damp drip on the tip of his member at all times, though not always the same one, it really felt like a falling feather could spell the difference between wet and flooded pants.

    Mmph...nngh...ah... Deserts, deserts, clear skies, no rain, no water... We're almost done... You can do this, Mui, it's just a little more... Just these seeds, and they'll leave... Every second, his brain was running wild with self-assurance that he was strong enough to last, though even he doubted his own words. He knew, better than anyone, how frail he was for a legendary hero. He couldn't hold as long as others could, and given that his tummy already felt like exploding out in a wet inferno, he could consider himself on a tight timer.

    Wah! A tight timer, an hourglass that had just dropped its last sand. Once more, a quick spurt passed through his urethra, something he had sadly gotten pretty used to. It's not like it would dampen his pants even further. But this time, something was terrifyingly new: the drops from his tip afterwards. While it wasn't unusual for some bits of pee to not come out as strongly and drip out afterwards, it was only a few before. This time, the drops kept coming in regular intervals, sliding from the end of his flaccid shaft, down his leg.

    No, it's...it's too late! I can't hold it! He froze, at possibly the worst time, with a pawful of seeds still in his grasp. A few of them did inadvertently shower onto the ground as he began trembling, but for the most part, he was totally still. No matter how much his mind screamed for him to act, get up and do something to not wet himself, his body just wouldn't respond. Aside from loosening the shoestring hold he had over his bladder, of course. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground as he watched, seeing the tiny sphere of liquid splash in the soil, probably the worst sight he could be subjected to right now.

    But he had witnessed it, meaning only two options laid before him: either wet himself, or... "I-I-I-I'll be r-r-right b-back!" With adrenaline as the wind beneath his wings, Mui jumped up and took off, running so fast his legs burned, before anybody could process what he could be doing. After all, he was just about done with the last pinch of seeds they needed planted, and he just went running off out of nowhere. Of course Ilia was concerned, but everyone else worried as well, looking between each other in case someone had an explanation.

    If they were able to see the featherfolk once he had escaped, his motive would have been obvious. Now that he was far enough away from everyone else to be out of focus, facing away from the rest, he had the freedom to hold himself. Something he did without delay, slamming his large paws against his crotch. He was in such a hurry to do so, he didn't even put them inside his bag, instead opting to crush the pack's contents by pressing against the front with all his strength. Which, truthfully, wasn't much to write home about. Between the full thickness of the bag, its contents, and the leather waist-apron beneath, not too much of the pressure made it through. It wouldn't work as a dam for very long, he had very little time to figure this out.

    That time would have to be shared, with not just how he should pee, but where he could pee, which was looking to be the harder obstacle to overcome. The plains were so flat and open, with almost nothing to see besides the expanse of short grass. He couldn't just turn away from everybody and use his bottle of solution, even if he dumped the remaining liquid out first, or the residual ammonia from his urine could wreak havoc on future medicines. There was the Era Tree everyone came through, but it was way on the other side of the field; even if he made it over there, he'd wet himself before getting his pants down. Not to mention the other concerns that came with that idea. If I did it on an Era T-Tree, would my p-pee go to the future? Oh, I'd die of embarrassment if anybody saw that! A-anything else, please!

    He said "anything else", but when he only had one realistic location, he hesitated. The Lucille Plain was made up of two levels, bridged by a ramp that extended outwards, down into the lower level. On this ground floor, he could go in the corner between the opposite end of the ramp and wall, and be hidden from the rest of his party. But the ramp that would shield him from prying eyes wasn't especially tall, being only slightly taller than himself. So, should someone get closer, especially from above, they would see plenty. And it was also just a corner, meaning he had no protection from the other two sides. Mui wasn't sure he could even let go when someone might see; whenever he used the little boy's room, he waited until he had the place to himself if he could. And if he couldn't, it took a little work to get started and he still felt awkward about the whole thing.

    The important thing he needed to keep in mind was that privacy was his goal when he had a choice in the matter. Currently, he did not. He needed to compromise on what he was comfortable with, or he'd have to go back home with drenched pants, a bit of a long flight. "I-it's good enough!" Holding his crotch like he wanted to crush stones with that grip, he bolted for the corner, leaving a trail of pee dribbles with each step as it trickled down his leg.

    While it could have been done faster, he would have much preferred it be done faster, Mui did at long last reach the corner he had his eye on. In fact, he was so fast, he very nearly collided with the rock wall as he slid to a stop, mere inches away. Yet, even now, he could hardly be described as "still", given his continued reliance on stepping in place in addition to crotch-grabbing. He wiggled his hips, shaking larger pools of urine free from his pants in tiny showers, all frequently punctuated with small squeaks and moans.

    He was here, the featherfolk knew time was of the essence, he needed to get going here. Of course, even though he was a boy, it wasn't as simple as just whipping it out. He first needed to take care of his herb pouch, the one currently being jammed into his groin area. Ordinarily, he would undo the belt buckle behind his back and take the pack off, a bit of a delicate task in the best of circumstances thanks to his meaty paws. And with those paws trembling, slipping the clasp out of its hole to undo the lock would take way too long, if he even could. The simpler solution was to just spin the bag and its belt around his waist until it was no longer in the way.

    It was simpler by virtue of comparison, it still wasn't effortless. He wore the belt fairly tightly, to prevent the weighty pouch attached from falling to his ankles, or worse, taking his pants with them. And yes, he was very much feeling the tightness of his belt at the moment. Bottom line, it would take some force to rotate the bag, something he wouldn't be able to manage while it competed with the friction from pressing against his body.

    I have to take my p-paws out of there... Just...t-take them out, and...hold it for a t-tiny bit... His body had gotten too used to the little bit of reprieve holding his boyhood provided, the mere prospect of taking that away was just something he really couldn't endure. No, I just know it! I'll p-pee myself if I take them out! But, I'll h-have an accident for sure if I can't get my pants off r-really soon...

    Fine, I'll do it! With a surge of resolve, backed by a surge of urine down and out of his peehole, Mui did what he had to do and pulled his paws out. Naturally, the loss of the necessary measure meant immediate squirting from his twitching member, but he was now on too much of a mission to notice. He grabbed the sides of his bag without delay, pushing to the left, tensing his strained body until the entire leather loop began to rotate around his waist. It did twist his pant legs in conjunction, but his own shivering legs kept them from significantly shifting. Before long, the pack was at his side, and the front of his pants were totally exposed. The whole thing was accompanied with many squeals and grunts, as was to be expected. "Ah oh ah mmgh..."

    Being in the light, Mui was now able to truly assess the damage to his pants. Even with the leather apron around him as well, there was a slit in the front specifically for tinkling, allowing him full view at his partial accident. Though his trousers were dark green, the wet patch was still plenty visible. Not just because of the color difference, or the reflective shine, but the sheer size made it impossible to miss. It wasn't just a little spot on his crotch, it spread nearly the full width of his hips and went down to his knees. If he saw anyone else with pants as wet as his, he would unquestioningly assume they had had totally flooded themselves. Yet here he was, still with enough pee inside him to bring him to bursting.

    He wasn't thinking about any of that. With the front of his pants freed, his only thought was baring more, as he threw his paws around the front waistband and shoved down. He held back a little; given that he only needed to pee, there was no reason to totally drop trou to his ankles. No, he just needed to get it low enough to free his private parts, tucked under his balls hanging in the open, sitting below his limp penis. Despite being a different species, one covered in feathers, male featherfolk junk looked nearly indistinguishable from the human equivalent, just as smooth with its bare skin, though it shared color with Mui's white-gold body. And the smaller frame of featherfolk was shared down below. At least everything aside from the tip remained dry, thanks to loose pants not having to press their soaked fabric up against the little guy.

    The time had come, at long last. He placed a paw on his shaft, positively dwarfing the small member with his giant mitt; if he angled the paw correctly, he could completely conceal the proof he was a boy from that side. It wouldn't do Mui specifically much good, he would be too nervous to go with anyone so close, whether they could see anything or not, but it gave him some small modicum of comfort. So, bending his paw inwards, gripping his penis in the curve of the pad in the center of his palm, he was aimed and steady. Mui was good to go.

    So he did. Honestly, even if things weren't so clean and open, he probably would have begun his business now. His bladder could only wait so long, after all; he was just fortunate that he had held out barely long enough. Now a powerful spray of mostly clear, off-yellow liquid gushed out, actually not far off from his own body's color, with a roaring hiss as the geyser shot past the folds of his foreskin, many droplets splitting off and careening on solo flights to the ground. Most stayed in the central hose, only breaking up as it collided with the craggy corner he was marking as his territory, cascading between the cracks like a waterfall, building into a puddle in the grass.

    "Haaaahhhh..." Despite the sizable quantity of water weight being expelled, Mui felt heavy. A tingly sensation rushed through his body, leaving waves of goosebumps at the stems of his feathers, as it felt like all the blood rushed to his head. His vision began to blur slightly, dizziness filled his eyes, and he began to droop forward. It wasn't far before he hit his head on the jagged wall, and it was almost immediately afterwards that he reeled back. "Ow!" He only just resisted stepping back instinctually, which was for the best when considering how much of a mess that could have made.

    Though maybe he should have retreated somewhat, given what he saw as his gaze drifted downwards. The gushing pee was still raging just as forceful, and with such a fast, thick, solid stream hitting an uneven rock wall in such close proximity, the impact created a wide splatter of backsplash, a warm mist all over his pants and apron. And that wasn't all the piddle coming back to him; as the falls continued and created a cloudy golden pond between the blades of grass, it expanded larger and larger until it surrounded and warmed his bare feet. "U-ugh...gross..." Yet he had little choice but to bear with it until he was done.

    Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Early on, when he had first left Gugleion for the greater world, the concept of taking a tinkle in a more exposed way was a tough hurdle for him to overcome, but he did eventually become more accustomed to the act of public urination when he needed to. So long as he had complete privacy as he did it, he could enjoy the moment, with the euphoric pleasure as the steaming hot pee was released from his hours-long agonizing ordeal. "Phew...aahhh..." Finally, he released a sigh, breath he had been holding in for a while as well, and relaxed as his little splishes echoed in his ears.

    ...FFFSshhhhhhhh...

    Mui's heart nearly stopped, and that breath he had exhaled a moment ago immediately became stuck in his chest again. T-t-that isn't m-me! T-t-there's s-someone else h-here! He froze up, and couldn't move a muscle, limbs shaking and pupils quivering. W-w-who i-is it?! W-w-w-what w-will they d-d-do t-to m-m-me?! I-it's a s-snake, a g-g-giant hissing s-snake that's g-gonna eat m-me! I-I know it! He knew he needed to look, see what intruded on his bubble, but it was so hard to work up the courage to look that danger in the eye. It was a stiff turn of the head, but he did it eventually, sweat dripping off his cheeks. If he wasn't careful, he'd get dehydrated, with all the bodily fluids he was losing.

    As he was just barely able to catch a glimpse behind him from the corner of his eye, he realized something: they weren't exactly intruding, per se. In fact, she was still and keeping her distance, the "she" being Ilia, who had somehow snuck behind the paranoid featherfolk. She was sticking a comfortable gap from him, and not in any position to suddenly jump in. She couldn't, squatting with her legs in front of her and butt so close to the ground, with her bag and apron sitting in a pile to her left, her ankle-length dress pulled way up to her waist, and something small and pink stretched between her spread knees that Mui didn't recognize. Maybe those were that "underwear" thing he had heard humans wore.

    He wasn't thinking about any of that, because he saw way more than just some undergarments. The source of the noise that alerted Mui in the first place, the reason Ilia was squatting out here, was because she was doing the same thing he was: peeing. She was baring it all to allow a messy gold-tinted stream to gush from her privates, rapidly creating a puddle where it landed. And while it was hidden in some shadows, at a significant height difference, obscured by distance and the fountain it had become... Yes, Mui could see some of her gentials.

    "W-wah!" It didn't take the featherfolk long to process what his eyes were witnessing, something he moved to rectify as soon as muscle reaction time caught up with his brain. Quick as a hawk, he went straight back to looking to his front, the exact opposite direction of Ilia, and doing it so fast his head might have spun back around if it weren't attached. I-I-I can't l-look, s-she needs p-p-privacy... B-but what's she d-doing here?! S-s-she's a g-girl, and b-boys and g-g-girls are supposed to u-use the bathroom s-separately! Ah, I-I can't let her s-s-see it! He clamped both paws around his penis, until not even he could see the shaft, only letting the tip breathe so it could continue painting the wall a nice yellow.

    In fact, that needed to stop. It was inappropriate for him to do his business with someone else around, especially a girl, he had to cut it off now. "I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave!" I-I need to g-get out, quick! Hhngh! He closed his eyes and tensed, with the intent of screwing the cap back on his spilling bottle, at least until Ilia had finished up and gone away. The issue he soon encountered, unfortunately, was that he was peeing very hard, and his little body did not want to deny him the relief he had started. The stream sputtered only thanks to his incredible shyness, the towering barrier that begged to keep his private time private, quieting his urination for brief periods between the raging torrent he had maintained up until now. And finally, his number one landed lower on the wall, then down near his feet, and dribbled to a reluctant halt, with his boyhood limping down with nothing careening through...for about two seconds, when it jumped back to life with a roaring shower, and any further attempts to dry this rain resulted in absolutely no change. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I c-can't stop!"

    "Aw, it's okay, Mui," Ilia comforted, her voice echoing from her distance in the open and mostly-empty field. "You needed to go potty really badly, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I'm in much the same place. You ran off so suddenly, I came to check on you, and when I saw what you were doing... Well, I'm sure you understand."

    "B-b-but why are you d-doing it here? I-it's kind of m-making me uncomfortable...j-just a bit..."

    "Oh, I'm sorry! I promise I can't see anything! But it's as I said, I was in a bit of a tight spot myself. I had been holding it for so long, since before we arrived, and I was beginning to worry about my chances of making it until we were all done. Seeing you watering the plants was more than I could take." True, Mui could hear quite the splashing from Ilia's direction; were it not for the volume difference as a result of proximity, she and him would likely be equally as violent. "Again, I'm really sorry! I'm sure this is awkward for you."

    Yes, it was awkward. It was very awkward. Once neither was talking, the only sounds were the hissing, splashing, and trickling as the two continued peeing, and peeing, and peeing away, with sighs and moans of relief in response, all of which came from Ilia. Mui, on the other paw, was keeping totally silent, like he was terrified of alerting a predator if even the slightest squeak passed his lips. Tiny grunts reverberated inside his closed mouth every so often, but his mouth would not open. He just wanted this to end, for his bladder to empty, when he could put this whole nightmare behind him. Of course, now that he was nervous, time seemed to come to a crawl, with the heavy pit at the bottom of his stomach and the tingling at the base of his shaft reverberating throughout his fluffy figure.

    Not only did he have nothing to occupy himself, but he actively wanted to not concentrate on what he was doing. The more he did, the more he thought about how someone was watching him pee, and that realization was making him panic. His breathing accelerated sharply, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he began to feel lightheaded once more. His only escape would be to turn his attention elsewhere. But if he looked out to the empty plains, not only would he be jumping at every shadow, the anticipation of someone wandering into view and finding him would overwhelm him, and he'd probably pass out.

    That left him but one option: to turn around and look around Ilia. It seemed strange to purposefully remind himself that he wasn't alone, when that was the source of his anxiety, but there was a reason for it. He barely knew Ilia, he had no idea what she could do if left alone, he'd feel a lot better if he could confirm for himself that she was harmless and keeping back. So that's what he did, even twisting his waist more to the side so he could see with more than just the edge of his vision. He was very careful to keep his boy parts out of this.

    And as his head arced to view behind his back, Mui was relieved to see that he still had his space. Ilia seemed to have no intention of moving for the time being. No, she was far too absorbed in her answering of nature's call, judging from the relaxed look on her face, with her closed eyes, curved smile, and slightly parted lips, blissfully absorbed in her squat. Girls p-pee like that? That looks uncomfortable... Does she know there are other ways? The article of clothing Mui assumed to be her underwear had a visible dark stain in the center, paraded out for him to see stretched between her knees, the cause of which was all too well known to the little featherfolk. She must have had to g-go almost as much as I d-did.

    He didn't mean to, really, but looking around that area meant seeing something far more protected than just some wet panties. The gushing geyser had to come from somewhere, and that stream being the only motion on her besides some chest heaving caused by breathing, Mui's eyes were drawn to the spot. I-is that what all girls look like d-down there? W-where is the pee c-coming from? Despite his small size by human standards, Mui was an adult male featherfolk, yet he was so shy, he had never seen a woman without her clothes. He had heard vague descriptors, and certain natural urges would occasionally force him to use his imagination, but the real thing ended up being different from what he had pictured. It's just a p-pink hole, like a knot in a tree, but k-kind of opening like a flower? It's kind of hard to t-tell... B-but I thought humans were supposed to be m-mostly hairless!

    "Hm? Mui, what are you looking at?"

    Ah, I was staring! A quick glance upwards confirmed that, yes, Ilia had opened her eyes, and was looking at him with an inquisitive expression. Mui's heart stopped; he knew that watching a girl like this was one of the worst things someone could do. He would hate it if someone was looking at his private parts, yet he had turned around and subjected someone else to that invasion. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean t-to!" His voice cracked towards the end thanks to the lump that appeared in his throat, and he immediately went back to looking to his front, not just to be polite, but so Ilia couldn't see him start crying. "Uguh...kuh..." She's going to hate me, I'm s-sure of it. W-what if she tells the people of the f-future that I'm a bad person? Thorwad is g-going to have his name dragged through the mud for being nice to me. I-I'm going to-

    "Aw, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it." It sounded to him like there was a strange emphasis on the word "you", but Mui couldn't make heads or tailfeathers about why that would be the case. "You were just a little curious, weren't you?"

    "N-no, I wasn't r-really looking at anything! I-I just happened to see, and u-um..." Despite the words of assurance, Mui didn't believe that Ilia wasn't angry with him. She'd change her tone any moment now and berate his perverted behavior, he just knew it. He just needed to confirm that, the only way he could: turning back to look. A habit he really needed to break if he were to find himself in this spot again. Actually, with an irresistible urge to look at someone whenever things got uncomfortable, Mui could make a strong case that he really didn't mean to be inappropriate.

    He really didn't mean to look at anything naughty this time, at least. He did see the goods again, still with pee flowing freely, though he wasn't watching for more than a second. He was far more concerned with her face at the moment, an anxious tension rising up his body as his eyes met hers. His were darting around, the look of a bird scared out of his mind, and hers were...kind, gentle, inviting. There wasn't a shred of displeasure in those eyes. If anything, that made Mui freak out even more, awaiting the turn. But it never happened. No matter the seconds that flew by, her mood didn't change, and that caught the cautious featherfolk more off-guard than anything. "Y-you're...really not m-mad at me?"

    "Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy curiosity, Mui. That's how herbalists concoct new recipes. You just need to know boundaries, of course. Be careful about how you act next time."

    "N-next time?! I-is this g-going to happen again?! No, please t-tell me I n-never have t-to g-g-go through t-this humiliation again!" With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mui went right back to looking forward, just hoping this mortifying experience would end soon.

    And it did...for Ilia. The hissing from her slit soon eased up, indicative of her pee stream slowing, becoming less scattered as it shot out from her, giving the foamy puddle she had made, now unable to soak into the dirt any further, a path closer to her low-to-the-ground bottom. More dribbles didn't have the strength to make it out and instead remained stuck to her folds, the limited force it retained allowing them to slither to the areas around, whether that be onto her butt cheeks, the top of her thighs, or into her thick patches of hair. It was a messy end, as it usually was when she did this kind of thing outdoors.

    Thankfully, since this was a normal occurrence, she was prepared. Leaning to the side, reaching into her bag, she dug around with her fingers until she found what she sought: a small, white cloth, which she folded over her palm and began wiping herself dry, doing a very thorough job of it. She made a few general passes around her sensitive area and a surrounding circle, followed by more detailed swabbing with the cloth draped around her finger. Between the lips of her ladyhood, a soft dab against the still-dripping hole that had ejected all her urine, and that got her dry enough to be comfortable. At least, until she pulled her panties back into place as she stood up, feeling the wet stain against her bits for the first time since she got undressed. And the pee soaked into her underwear had cooled off in the time she was doing her business. "Mngh... I'll have to wash my panties out too." Dropping her dress, she picked up her protective skirt and pouch, putting the wet rag back into the latter, and began refastening everything around her waist. "Phew... Ah, it's much better to have that over with, isn't it?"

    She'd be waiting for an informed agreement, because Mui wasn't done yet. It had calmed down, no longer the forceful torrent it once was, but it didn't look to be on the verge of ending. Ilia had started after him, finished before him, and was significantly bigger than him. The fact that the little featherfolk was beating her out in terms of bladder fullness, even when he was filled to bursting and she was merely very desperate, that was stunning. At least, Ilia was astonished. "Wow... Mui, you really needed to tinkle, didn't you?"

    "N-no! D-d-don't look at m-me," he wailed, trying once more to force his remaining pool of pee to flood out, failing this time as well. He had been spraying for so long, he was just too tired. He couldn't work up the energy to go any harder, he just needed to let nature run its course. At least nature decided to have mercy on him this once, because his bladder finally showed signs of emptying, as his stream could no longer reach the wall he had been "doing" on this whole time. Granted, this was partially due to his limp penis hanging close to his legs, moreso pointed down rather than out, but the splattering sound was less intense. Every once in a while, it would flare up with another powerful splash, but it wasn't long before he totally stopped, no matter how long he waited, with only droplets leaving his foreskin.

    He didn't even wait for those dribbles to stop, nor did he do any shaking of his shaft to thrust off any wetness before shoving Mui Jr. straight back into his pants. I just want this s-stupid thing out of sight! And I guess it doesn't matter if i-it's still wet... Why did I even b-bother taking it out if I was g-gonna wet myself so badly? Yes, he washed the stone wall pretty good, and left a massive puddle around his tiny feet, but his pants really did look like he had a huge accident. It was mostly hidden when he rotated his leather apron and medicine bag back to his front, but that thick apron pressed his drenched pants close to his groin. Not touching, but near enough to feel the cool aura on his private parts, shrinking back to keep away.

    She had given him a moment to compose himself, and once that was done, Ilia rephrased her earlier question. "Are you all better now, Mui? I'm amazed a little guy like you could hold that much piddle." The content of her inquiry and remark were nearly identical to the last time she attempted to talk with the featherfolk, but the tone she took had an entirely different sound. Before, it sounded like she was just making conversation, backed by a real interest in Mui, but now she sounded concerned. And if there was any doubt that was her intent, the next words from her lips confirmed it. "You know, it's really dangerous to hold your pee that long. Let your friends know if you need to use the potty from now on, okay?"

    No! I-I don't want anything like this to ever h-happen again! I'd be happy if I n-never needed to go to the b-bathroom for the rest of m-my life! N-nobody needs to know that I ever g-go number one! I-I don't want anyone s-seeing anything about this! But...but I'm no better... Even if the guilt from his inadvertent viewing continued to eat away at his conscience, the image would never leave his memory: he would always remember seeing Ilia's unmentionables. "Um... I-I'm really, r-really sorry..."

    "For what? Oh, for peeking? I mean it, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. There's no need to beat yourself up over that."

    "B-b-but...but you're not supposed to w-watch someone g-go to the bathroom!"

    "Well... Yes, that's true, it's a good rule to have. However, if the person in question isn't mad about it, you don't need to feel guilty."

    "But everyone would be mad! They should be! Nobody should ever be looking at my parts...or anyone else's!"

    It wasn't that she found Mui's violent reaction to the topic to be impossible to understand, she could empathize with the view, but that little slip of the featherfolk tongue was the final piece being put into place. "Oh, I see now..." She thought it over for a moment, when a new idea lit up in her mind. "Hey Mui, do you mind if I come closer?"

    That wasn't something he was expecting to hear. So ashamed of his actions, Mui had just kept staring at the wall, never once looking at Ilia. He had no inkling as to what she could be planning, especially when the request was so out of character for her. She's...asking if I'm o-okay with it? Not just j-jumping at me? "U-um...um, o-okay..."

    It was almost instantly after he agreed that he felt arms wrap around his tummy, in yet another hug from Ilia. Again, his heart skipped a beat from the physical contact, and he really wished he had seen it coming to brace himself for it. Except this time, it wasn't the tight, forceful squeeze she had been giving him up to now. It was soft, gentle, loose, and as she rested her cheek on the top of Mui's fluffy head, her embrace felt familiar. Like this was the kind of hug he would have gotten from his mom when he ran home crying, which he did a lot.

    Of course, given the sizable height difference between the two, leaning against him was not a simple act for Ilia. She had to drop to one knee to be only a head taller than the featherfolk, and with both arms used in the hug, she had little choice but to let the hem of her dress sit in Mui's pee puddle. She did take one hand away from his stomach, but it was to delicately stroke his head as she melodically whispered in his ear. "You don't have to be so shy about your needs, Mui. There's no reason to hold it until it hurts."

    He tried to resist, stay manly, but the feeling of this close contact broke Mui's second dam. His cheeks were already damp from earlier sniffles, but now, the tears flowed and just would not stop. "Waaaaaahhhhh! B-b-but...uguh, but then they'd all g-g-get annoyed with how m-much I have to pee! I c-can't w-w-wait long enough!"

    "So you kept holding it over and over when you were with everyone stopping the Teras Pharma?" Mui nodded, inadvertently bringing Ilia's head along for the ride. It threw her off-balance for a second, but she swiftly recovered, and returned to contemplating Mui's words. "That explains how big your bladder is now, I suppose. But even ignoring that I'm sure you could compare to your friends now, do you really think they would think less of you for that? Rolf seemed nice, would he be that mean to you?"

    "Um, no... B-but it's not j-just that, you know... T-they all seem okay w-with just p-peeing right next to each other, a-and I j-just c-can't do that!"

    "You can't get a little privacy?"

    "I-I can, it's just...r-really awkward to ask. A-and I get a little s-scared if I go by m-myself out in the w-wilderness... I-I mean, I'll do if I really r-really have to, but I don't l-like it..."

    "Would you feel better if you had someone to stand guard? Watch out for danger while staying a good distance away, so you can do your business?"

    Of course I've thought of that, it's j-just... "I-I don't want to bother anyone... They don't h-have to ask for my help, s-so I shouldn't-"

    "Oh, that's not true," Ilia interrupted, nuzzling her cheek against the silky feathers on his head. "Friends do favors for one another. Just because you're a little different doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask for their help. I'd be glad to do that for you any time you needed it!"

    D-doesn't she have to go b-back to her time? Ducking down, Mui escaped Ilia's grip and finally turned to face her, though he did so while backing up against the wall, looking down, shuffling his feet with his wings behind his back. "U-um... O-okay, I'll t-try asking... B-but I'd really rather another b-boy do it..."

    "Of course," she nodded. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Mui. That's the most important thing." Raising her hand with an extended index finger, she poked the featherfolk's little button nose, which caused him to reel back, bump the back of his head on the tiny cliff wall, and cover his nose with his paws. And it was just too cute for Ilia for handle, she giggled and smiled, happy as could be. "You're a good boy, aren't you? I know you're brave enough to ask."

    "Uguh... Y-you really think so?" Admittedly, he didn't look the part right now, with his eyes puffy from crying, and mucus sliding from his nostrils. Still very cute in Ilia's eyes, but not the shining image of strength.

    But that was nothing a little cleanup couldn't fix, and she had a cloth for just that purpose. "Oh, but I guess I just used mine. Hm... Do you have a handkerchief I can use for a second, Mui?"

    "Y-yes, I have onEYAH!" Since he was currently using his wings to wipe his face, Ilia took the liberty of reaching into his bag for him, digging for his cloth square. And she reached a bit too far in to start, bumping the back of her hand against the far wall of the pouch, where she brushed against a little bulge. His natural reaction was to yelp, reflexively knock her hand away, and covered his groin with both paws. "P-please b-be careful if you're g-going to do that!"

    "Sorry, sorry," Ilia chuckled, clearly not shaken by the close contact. "Oh, but look what I found!" By pure dumb luck, the last thing she grabbed onto before being pushed away was a small white handkerchief. "Now come here." She cupped her hand around his cheek and wiped him down with the cloth, vigorous scrubbing to really get in between his feathers.

    There was only so much one little napkin could do, but she got him looking better. "There! Oh, you look so handsome! Now, we should really get back to everyone else. You still have a little seed planting to do, don't you?" Ilia slowly climbed to her feet, returning the handkerchief back to Mui, as she took the lead back around the ramp that had concealed them. However, she turned back after only a few steps away. "Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse for what we were doing." And with a little wink, she went right back to her return to the greater party.

    Only one thing could hold her back her now. Mui, pursing his lips, started to blow air in a rhythmic, melodic sequence. It wasn't particularly loud, but with the two herbalists still so close, it didn't need to be: Ilia heard the whistling. She stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes, and allowed all thoughts to pause in her head, to focus on nothing more than the tune. "Mui, that's a wonderful song," she praised wholeheartedly, clasping her hands close to her chest as she pivoted to look at him again. "What is it?"

    "I-it's a traditional featherfolk song, o-one that we k-keep to ourselves. If you w-whistle it to a f-featherfolk, they s-should trust you."

    Ilia's jaw dropped, her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up until it was quite fast. "Oh Mui, thank you! It's the best gift you could give me!" With that excitable squeal, Ilia leapt at poor Mui, who was far too startled to do anything, and thus had to just sit and take the full weight of her constricting glomp raising him up, squeezing the air from this tiny lungs, which wasn't helped by his oxygen intake being further cut off with his face between her large marshmallows. He was only seconds away from passing out when something occurred to Ilia, and she relaxed her vice-like squeeze. "Oh, but I can't whistle. Could you teach the song to Yusuke, please?"

    "O-okay," he panted, clutching his chest as Ilia let him drop to the ground. Actually, he hadn't moved since getting here, so he landed with a little "squish" in the wet soil. Now, Ilia seemed all too happy to regroup with the party, practically skipping as she ran to where they left everyone. W-wait, don't leave me a-alone! Mui was also more than eager to get away from the huge puddles of both featherfolk and human urine, and quickly hopped after his fellow herbalist. H-humans really are nice...but I s-still can't get used to t-their forwardness...

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    Compared to the open expanse of the Lucille Plain, the Ralos Woods were far more dark and oppressive. Tall trees with thick foliage blocked a lot of sunlight, and the many girthy trunks made it difficult to see anything outside of the clear narrow pathways. Yet Yusuke and the rest of his small team had no choice but to navigate the labyrinthine woodlands to follow a lead on missing craftsmen from Orosk Village in their present time. It would be nearly impossible to safely traverse the forest without someone who knew the lay of the land.

    Lucky for Yusuke and the rest, they had come across someone who fit just that bill: a pink, fluffy featherfolk girl named Meamei. They found her being attacked by monsters, and with a little whistle to assure her they weren't equally dangerous, she was quick to buddy up with everyone. Naturally, Ilia was beyond thrilled to be making another featherfolk friend, and was sticking close to Meamei. For a featherfolk, she was quite the extrovert, humming a song as she led the group with a spring in her step to her house deep in the woods.

    Though they were taking a little break at the moment at Ilia's request, brought on when she noticed Meamei beginning to squirm and stumble in her bounce. She had a hunch as to why that would be the case, so she asked they rest to allow the two to wander behind some plants and give the little bird the chance to handle whatever ailed her. And her theory was soon confirmed, as the featherfolk vocalized without much in the way of shame now that it was just the two of them. "Ah, thank you! Meamei already really had to pee when we met!" Meamei then wasted no time undoing the belt buckle that kept her waist bag on, which was maybe a common accessory among featherfolk, and dropping her loose white pants to her ankles, lifting her right foot out of the pant leg.

    Her next step was obvious: bend her knees to squat. Thing was, featherfolk knees not only faced the opposite direction as humans, they also had approximately half the range of motion as human knees. Meaning, it was biologically impossible for Meamei to squat as low to the ground as a human would. So, as she bent her knees as much as she could, little more than a right angle, and thrust her hips forward. It seemed that was the key to unlock her bladder, because nary a second had passed before a healthy stream of pale yellow urine erupted from her fluffy groin area, falling the two feet to the ground with a slight forward arc. It splashed as a bubbly puddle began to rise from the ground, its soil quickly overwhelmed with more liquid than it could handle, with a satisfying ring that echoed in Meamei's twitching ears. This was a featherfolk girl squat, and she seemed quite pleased with the result, going off how relaxed, relieved, and refreshed she appeared to be mere seconds into her pee. "Ah... Meamei needed that," she chirped.

    Ilia could corroborate that declaration. While it was far from the most chaotic, desperate pee she had ever seen, it certainly looked like it was enough to have been causing Meamei distress. It really was quite a bit... Mmph. I suppose it's quite a bit for me as well. Ilia shifted in her shoes and quietly groaned at the sound of Meamei's business, as she realized that a hefty mass of water had accumulated in her abdomen.

    Well, there's only one way to take care of this. No one else can see me, and I'm sure Meamei won't mind. Ilia planted her feet more than shoulder-width apart, enough to create a clean gap between her thighs, as she spun her bag to her side and lifted the front of her dress well above her waistline, flashing her panties. And she soon flashed a lot more, because her right hand pushed her underwear down, stretched just above her knees, and spread her private lips with her index and middle fingers, tugging her genitalia higher up, until her urethra pointed upwards and outwards.

    And she promptly let go. Ilia produced her own clear, warm brook, splattering in the grass with a resonance just as pleasing as the featherfolk's. "Hah..." It wasn't an emergency, but the herbalist still felt pretty good about releasing her urine. She wasn't getting much power or distance from it; in fact, no shortage of dribbles raced down her legs or drizzled into her underwear, but enough cleanly showered ahead of her that she felt no reason to worry. And doing it this way was so much faster than squatting!

    It was a lot more impressive to witness, as well. At least, Meamei thought so, as she looked over while still in the middle of her own half-squat leak. "Wow! That's amazing! How did you learn to do that? Can you teach Meamei?"

    "This is actually my first time doing it," she informed, clearly astounded at her own success. "I'm not even sure why I thought of doing it this way, it's like I always knew the method." Given that they had only just met, she didn't want to overwhelm Meamei with topics like time travel, but she had a good idea where this currently very useful skill had originated. I bet you weren't expecting "peeing standing up" to be part of your teachings, were you, Mui?

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    Hello! I think it's well overdue I actually post this thing. The set is now fully complete and has gone through a few internal limited playtests. The set is essentially in a finished stage at this point, but may still change based on feedback now that it's available to everyone.

    Special thanks to @ZirconiumPen for invaluable assistance with wording consistency and general editing, as well as participating in several enlightening playtesting sessions.

    Big thanks to @Biku, @Bombality, @Sunflower and @Jailor Eckman for allowing me to use their art for cards. Not all cards have art, but the once that do are elevated by these incredibly talented Omorashi artists.

    This is just the visual spoiler (that is to say, the cards themselves). Additional resources such as a Cockatrice package will be added in the future. Enjoy!

     

     

  17. The scorpion skittered across the parched earth, baking under the morning sun. A rock’s shadow offered only a brief respite; the heat felt like it was held in the air itself. Pausing, the scorpion looked around for its next meal. It spotted a fat beetle lying in the sand, seemingly dead, and rushed forward to claim the prize. However, when the scorpion was mere inches from the beetle, it paused. Its rudimentary senses were screaming that something wasn’t right. Then there was a low rumbling sound from beneath the earth. The scorpion jumped aside just in time as a massive pair of reptilian jaws rose from the dirt and snapped shut over the beetle. Looking back as it fled, the scorpion realized what had happened: what it thought was a beetle was actually the monster’s tongue, acting as a lure. This bizarre creature was just one of the many oddities in the desert surrounding the town of Gulch. Heavy footsteps approached and the scorpion scurried away.

     

    Rawhide, co-sherriff of Gulch, dashed through the desert like a horse possessed by demons. (Which she had seen more than once. Long story.) She was a woman on a mission, a job so important that she had left her partner Snag sleeping back at the camp. Rawhide frantically scanned the area, one of her eyes hidden under bright red hair.

    “C’mon, c’mon!” she muttered to herself. “It’s gotta be around here somewhere!”

    Rawhide spotted a boulder and looked behind it.“Nope,” she grumbled. “Not it.” She continued her mad dash, stopping at every large rock she saw, but with no success. “Uh-uh. No. Still no,” she noted. “Also no. Nope. Ah, here we- no, wait, that’s a tortoise.” 

     

    Rawhide’s desperate search continued for several minutes, but to no avail. Eventually, she sank to her knees in despair.

    “Where is it, dangit?” the sheriff cried out. A lone tumbleweed rolled by in response. It growled at Rawhide, showing off a mouth of thorny teeth. 

    “Same to you, partner,” Rawhide grumbled. She watched the tumbleweed as it passed by a dead tree leaning against a huge rock. “Funny,” she said to herself, “that looks a bit like- wait!” 

    With a renewed vigor, Rawhide leapt to her feet and dashed behind the boulder. Yes, this was it! Several smaller rocks stood in a circle, forming a makeshift shelter. A wooden sign adorned with messy handwriting confirmed it: RAWHIDE’S PEEING PLACE.

     

    Out in the desert there were many hazards, ranging from monsters to quicksand to dust devils (both the tornado kind and the literal kind). You couldn’t afford to be left vulnerable, and Rawhide had discovered early in her career that one of the most dangerous activities in the wilderness was one of the simplest: relieving herself. She had been literally caught with her pants down more times than she cared to admit. So when Rawhide had discovered this safe haven a few months ago, she had been quick to mark the location for future use. And right now, she desperately needed to use it.

     

    Trembling from her need to pee, Rawhide stepped inside the circle of stones and lowered herself into a squat. She lifted up her dress, lowered her bloomers and relaxed her bladder. Urine rushed out of her with a loud hiss, spraying the ground with golden rain. A nearby scorpion ran for cover as the deluge continued, the liquid quickly being absorbed by the sand.

    “Phew, that’s better,” Rawhide sighed. “Almost thought I wouldn’t make it.”

     

    Rawhide’s bladder continued to drain for a long time, but eventually it ran dry. In lieu of toilet paper, Rawhide shook herself dry before putting her clothes back in place. 

    “Boy, I needed that,” she said to herself. “‘Til next time, Peeing Place.”

    With that, she headed back to camp with a spring in her step. The scorpion, meanwhile, stayed hidden under a rock, unsure of exactly how it had almost gotten drenched.

  18. My plan is to get it to be a time based need to go. So I’ll go every 4 hours, based on a timer on my phone that continually resets. Im currently being nice to my self and allowing a free pee a day if I missed the pee because of life commitments.

  19. Back in November I was working part time on a National Novel Writing Month Omorashi story. I wanted another convoluted reason why a character would have to deal with a lot of Omorashi situations. An old interest of mine is how complicated old undergarments were, and how impossible it must have been for a fancy woman to just go and take a piss. So I did some research, watched some videos, and was pleasantly surprised. 

    This was one of the first videos I watched. It seemed that as we got closer to 'modern' times, women's undergarments were often two legs strung together. As long as their legs weren't spread eagle, visually they were decent down below. But that means that they didn't have to undress a whole bunch to use the restroom. They could just pull up their dress and the cage underneath, and find a proper sitting position to let loose. This did sort of spoil my Omorashi fantasy of a woman so flustered with her layers that she wets herself, but that is okay.

    As time went on, women started to wear different combinations of leggings, split drawers, bodices, camisoles, cages, and bustles. All in the hopes of staying ahead of fashion. In a story set during the late 1800s early 1900s, your characters can wear pretty much whatever kind of funny underwear you want and it would probably be 'correct enough'. So I decided to just know about a few of them and run with whatever I liked most.

    So I knew I wanted a story set around the 1900s, but since I couldn't have the problem of layers I needed some new crisis that lead to a woman constantly being in a desperate and humiliating situations (focus on the humiliation). My solution was to go toward horror. Not the absolutely grotesque like blood from the desiccated corpse, but more like an ominous dread that hangs over the characters. The sort of lingering insanity story. It would allow me to have wettings related to fear without any blood or gore ruining the mood. I'm not a huge fan of fear wetting relatively, as I like desperation. But when combining the two, I'm okay.

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    Enter Halifax Manor. Can't even remember how I got to that name. Either way I went with an old trope for easy entry. Character is going to inherit property, but she has to stay at a creepy property first. Except in the case of this story, Halifax Manor is far away from any town (for isolation), has a small staff (for witnesses), and has an odd shortage of bathrooms (for drama). There is a small staff there, including the lawyer that is judging if our MC is 'brave enough' to inherit the property. 

    I've written out a fair chunk, and I'll be working on more over the next couple of days. I'll post it and a couple of other stories over the next couple of days maybe...

    The language I'm using is mostly to avoid the sort of 'improper' language that the character herself would avoid. So you'll notice me sort of talking around the desperation at hand.

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    The journey to Halifax manor was a long one. After the journey through Blackburn forest and through the foothills, it requires going up a rather steep mountainside. There was a small village about halfway up the mountain, by the name of Saint Martin, where simple people seemed to live their life oblivious of the world going on below them. Then the rest of the journey was avoiding falling off the side of the mountain as you weaved back and forth along the S-shaped road toward the manor. Occasionally a sign would remind you that you are heading to Halifax manor, and literally nowhere else. 


    Megan counted the signs, there were 10 before she saw the manor peeking over the treetops. Black tiles on a steep rooftop that slowly came into view. She looked out the carriage window and could see that further down the dreary road through the mountain forest, there was a large black iron gate. This was it, she was finally here at Halifax. 


    The wagon slowed down some 100 yards from the gate, then came to a stop.


    She didn’t know why, so at first she just waited. Then she heard the driver jump down and come around the side. It was middle-aged man, mustache too large for his face as if it stole hair from the top of his head.


    “Sorry miss, this is as far as I go,” he said with a nod and a tip of his hat.


    “As far as you go?” Megan snapped, leaning back as if he reached out to slap her, “the gates are right there. Do you expect me to drag my luggage all the way over there?”


    The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but then thought better. He looked over to the gates, and she could see his eyes lower to the ground before he turned back. She assumed he thought better of his idiotic comment.


    “I know better than to get any closer, miss. I can unload your luggage here and I’ll wait with it until you get all of it of course. But uhm…” 


    She could see that pushing him on this wasn’t going to work. It must have been some policy for his carriage company. Maybe it was a disagreement with the previous owners of the manor. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to budge. She let out a huff, and opened the door to the carriage before hopping out.


    Her shoes sank into the dirt a bit. Of course the road here would be unpaved, but it was also uneven and soft. One more problem she would have to look at, if she got the chance.

    Megan stood by as the older man pulled her pieces of luggage down and stacked them in the dirt. She stood with arms crossed, making sure her displeasure was known. If she was going to have to suffer at the hands of this stickler, she wouldn’t pretend to enjoy it.


    “You need help there ma’am?” A man shouted. 


    She turned and saw a large man approaching wearing a thick wool coat with a burlap sack over his shoulder. His face was shaved, but seemed to have turned to stubble since the last clean shave.


    Megan stood from the carriage, “I’m fine. I mean, you are?”


    The man came over and without answering grabbed a bag from the hands of the driver and brought it down to the road.


    “Thank you, sir,” The driver said, “some of these are rather heavy.”


    “No kidding,” the man said with a laugh. 


    “Excuse me,” Megan said while looking between them, “those are my bags. I asked who you are.”


    The man chuckled, “just a helping hand. You need to get these up to the doors?”


    Megan looked down the road, and then to the man. He didn’t seem dangerous, but it was a mystery why he was all the way up here. It made her a little nervous. Then again, he didn’t look like a dangerous man. His features were strong, his hands were worked but he had a charming smile. It seemed like he could be trusted with this much. 


    “Sorry,” Megan said with a nod, “yes, please. It seems the driver here isn’t able to take us any further.”


    The man grabbed two bags and started to walk. He made a motion with his head for her to follow. She did, walking beside him as they went along toward the gate.


    “It is a superstition thing,” the man said, “they think this place is cursed. Bad luck kind of stuff, you know.”


    Megan looked over her shoulder. The driver was standing super close to his carriage, as if the slightest fright would send him back behind the reins and he would flee. It seemed ridiculous, a house like this actually being cursed?


    “I didn’t know,” Megan said, “I knew this place was out of the way, and falling apart, but to think the locals think it is cursed as well.”


    The man shrugged, “it happens with people like this. They don’t get out much. Going to pick you up is probably the furthest he will get away from home all year.”


    Megan looked up at the man, “well, thanks for helping then. Since it seems help around here will be scarce.”


    He looked back down at her, and didn’t say a word for a few steps. Just before she got nervous from the attention, he said, “Name’s Byron, by the way.”


    “Megan Unsworth,” she replied, “sorry if I seemed standoffish earlier. It has been a rather long journey and I thought I was finally at a point where I could unwind.”


    Byron chuckled, “well ma’am you’ll have plenty of time to do whatever you wish up here. Not much else to be done I’m afraid. This place isn’t much for entertainment.”


    Megan was going to ask exactly what Byron was doing out there, but she didn’t know if he would take offense. If this mountain was his home, then it would seem odd to question why he was here at all. So she kept the thought to herself.


    They made it to the iron gate. It arched up and had a giant crowing rooster at the peak of it, along with the name Halifax in the bars themselves. The rest of the way around was a simple-pike like design that rose up. It would be hard for anyone to climb without ripping themselves up. That was some small security.


    “You’re expected, I assume?” Byron asked as they got to the gate.


    Megan snapped out of her thoughts, “Yes, I have to meet with a Mr. Lee this afternoon. Glad I made it here as early as I did. Maybe I can unpack before we proceed with matters.”


    Byron nodded, put down one of her bags, and then went over to the gate. It had a lock at the center, the kind that looked like it required a sturdy metal key of old make. Byron grabbed the gate and pulled, but the gate rattled and stayed put.


    “Strange, it should be open if you are expected.” Byron looked past the gate, hoping to spot someone from between the bars. On the other side was the manor itself, a large dark house three stories high. The windows were dark, the grass was dried out, fall leaves covered the ground leaving bare trees. The place gave a grim appearance. 


    “I’ll go grab your other bags,” Byron said, “see if you can get Mr. Lee’s attention by rattling the gate. Someone should hear you and come on out.”


    “Are you sure?” Megan asked.


    But Byron was already on his way back to the carriage. Leaving Megan there at the gate by herself. Byron seemed to know what he was talking about, so she rattled the gate as loud as she could. The sound of the metal screeching was loud enough to grate on her nerves, and it echoed over the grounds. There was no immediate response. She looked back toward Byron, he was walking backwards, motioning her on to keep doing what she was doing. Then he turned and started to pick up his pace back toward the carriage.


    Megan took a deep breath, and rattled the gate again. There was nothing at first, then she thought she could hear the sound of approaching steps crunching through leaves. She tried to see where they were coming from, but there was no sign of anyone.


    “Hello! Anyone here?” she asked before banging the gate around again. 


    The steps increased in kind. Megan tried to squeeze her head between the bars to see better. She could pinpoint the origin of the sound better now, it was coming around the house on her right. Something was coming, but it wasn’t a person.


    It was a hound, massive and black. It was rushing toward the gate with teeth bared and reckless speed.


    Megan froze in place. It was coming straight for her. Could it get through the gate somehow? The bars were close together, but maybe it could. Her heart started to pound, and she felt a cold sweat start over her whole body. She wanted to look back and see if Byron was coming, or the driver, or anyone. Someone had to know that this was happening, someone had to be there and ready to help her, surely. But she couldn’t move, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the approaching beast. Its eyes were locked with hers, it knew its target, and nothing was going to stop it from hurting her. 


    Then a terrible dread took hold of her. The long journey, the exhaustion, and everything together put her at risk of doing something absolutely mortifying before she was also mauled.

    Her whole body tensed as if to resist that notion of absolute defeat. But that was one problem delayed, and another was still heading toward her at a breakneck pace. 


    “Byron!” Megan screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes closing as she shouted up to the heavens, “Byron!”


    There was a terrible clash against the iron, and immediately the black beast let out a rancorous snarling and gnashing. She could hear it crashing and hear teeth snapping. If it was going to be able to squeeze through the gate, she had to know, what if she had to run?


    Her eyes peeked open, and she was met with teeth reaching out for her from a muzzle pushed well past the iron bars.


    “Aaaaaah!” Her scream was pure instinct as fear swept down her body. She wanted to hold herself tight, keep every muscle constricted as if that would maintain some sort of dignity. But something instinctive knew better, knew that she had to be loose, ready to run, ready to flee from this terrible creature. That she had to let everything go.
    So as cold fear spread down her body, from waist down there was a disturbing warmth that began as a spray so powerful that she could swear it was audible. Then it flowed from there, down the right leg more than the left, dampening her leggings immediately.


    “Ma’am!” Byron appeared at her side, standing between her and the dog. 


    Megan fell back into the dirt, landing hard on her rear with mortifying squishing sensation. 


    “Are you okay?!” Byron shouted as he looked over his shoulder to her.


    The realization of what she had done sank in. Her butt was soaked, and her leggings were hot. She stopped her humiliation temporarily, but she knew there was more to come. Her eyes burned with tears.


    “It… it showed up out of nowhere…” she was gasping as she tried to talk. 


    “Miss Unsworth?” Said another man’s voice. Both Byron and Megan turned to a man now standing at the side of the dog. He was wearing a brown suit, and had short and styled brown hair. His skin was pale, and his eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He grabbed the dog at the collar, and it immediately calmed down.


    “Mr. Lee?” Byron said as he turned to Megan and held a hand out for her, “where were you? Why was the gate locked?”


    Lee’s eyes were locked on Megan, watching her as she took Byron’s hand and was pulled to her unsteady feet.


    “My apologies,” Mr. Lee said, “there was a problem on the back half of the property in the garden, and I didn’t want to leave the front unattended. I didn’t expect our guest to be this punctual.”


    Megan steadied herself, locking her knees and getting her body under control. She could feel the rapidly cooling shame on her legs, but her dress was long enough that she wasn’t sure anyone else had noticed. Her fear was under control now. But her needs were still there, just more natural. If she could get them to stop arguing so she could make it to a washroom, there was still a chance, though growing slimmer by the second.


    “Can we take this conversation inside?” Megan asked, wiping the tears from her eyes, “that beast gave me quite the fright, and I would love to compose myself.”
    Mr. Lee stood without saying a word for a moment, his eyes scanning Megan up and down. 


    She wondered if her humiliation was already obvious. 


    “Agreed,” Mr. Lee said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key as archaic as she expected. He unlocked the gate and pulled the dog far back. Byron opened the gate, and Megan wobbled her way through.


    “Mr. Mack, see that her luggage gets inside while she gets comfortable.” Mr. Lee said as he made a motion toward the door.


    Megan looked from Lee and the dog, to Byron.


    Byron gave her a touch on the elbow. While the action was definitely meant to be kind, in her current state any physical contact was unnerving in itself. But he nodded to her, “go ahead, I’ll bring your bags in right away. Mr. Lee is a good man, if a little preoccupied.”


    She tried not to visibly fidget. Her body felt weak, shaken. The dog was calmer now, but still looked ready to strike if Lee gave the command. She stepped past them, and headed for the front door. Her clothing was cooling rapidly, wadding up. She had to force herself not to waddle as she made her way up the long cobblestone path to the double doors. 


    They were talking behind her. About what, she didn’t know, and she didn’t dare stop long enough to find out. She reached the door, and when she went to open it she found it was also locked. But before she could panic further, there was the sound of someone unlocking it, and the doors pulled back to reveal a plump woman with long black hair and rosy cheeks.


    “Ah, you must be Miss Unsworth?” The woman said. Her voice was young but still had a motherly charm. She looked into Megan’s eyes, and immediately stepped in and whispered, “Is something wrong dear? Are you okay?”


    Megan nodded, “Yes, I could just use a place to freshen up.”


    “Ah!” The woman said, “the lavatory. Of course, you’ve had a long journey ma’am. I’ll show ya’ the way.”

     

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