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  1. Hi, everyone.

    Just a quick heads-up on something before going into the details of the next hold. Just prior to writing this blog post, I hid my Garry's Mod image thread following the completion of another upload block given my periods of inactivity there between them, as I previously said I would. It won't be opened up again until a few days prior to the next block starting, so when it shows back up, you'll know to be ready with comments DMs of requests should I be taking them. It does mean I'll need to contact a moderator to open it again, but that's a pretty easy workaround. Just need to be careful with respect to how the initiating message gets prioritised is all.

    So the next hold. It'll be happening on the 24th: a Saturday, two days from now. Sometime in the morning is when I plan for it to be. Unfortunately, I'm still on these Phentodur pills I mentioned not too far back, and with my body clock being thrown out of whack alongside the destruction of my appetite, it's gonna be a struggle for me to adhere to this. Still: I'll do the best I can. Another session with only water, though, so there's no associated nutritional value, and as a result, I should be able to down it fairly easily. At least: I HOPE so.

    So that's it for the time being. Talk again soon.

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    Just made my 1st ever "Omo" purchase:  a large-sized PharMeDoc incontinence mat for my bed.  I currently have a woefully inadequate setup for bed--and honestly, floor--wettings so this will be lifechanging if it works well.   It has 3 absorbent layers and a bottom PVC non-slip layer that helps it adhere to the mattress, & the Amazon reviews are very numerous/positive.  It's said to hold 8 cups of liquid which is waaay more than my tiny bladder can produce.  😁  I've wanted to be able to piss myself in bed with abandon forever but the fear (and reality) of getting my sheets and mattress all stinky has stopped me.   But bedwetting is by far my favorite so I'm stoked.   

    Thanks to the ABDL forum user who suggested the PeapodMat to me, as that's what set me on the search for these awesome products.  This brand is similar but much cheaper ($21) so hopefully it works well.  It can't really be any worse than what I've got now though.  I don't need anything comfy or that I can actually sleep on, as I'll just be using it for "recreational" wettings.  Will definitely update when I've had a chance to use it!  (Estimated arrival:  this Saturday).  Parts of the country are getting slammed with blizzards so hopefully it arrives before that starts.  Send a prayer up to the mail gods for me.  🙏🏼📧

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    Edit:  It's heeee-eeeere!  Just opened the box & laid it out on the bed.  It covers the entire width of my mattress and a good chunk of the length.  Looks like it's made well too.  Will update with pix once I've had a chance to soak it.  Now off to pre-load with some H2O...

    Edit #2:  As stated on the big blog, I've wet this thing several times now with mixed results.  Overall it was a very smart investment as it's been waaaay easier to clean than the 7 layer monstrosity of towels/blankets/washcloths & clothes I was using before.  It's also allowed me to start enjoying convenience wettings in the night instead of ruining my sleep to get up to pee, which truly does make it impossible for me to go back to sleep.  (I take tons of sleep aids & have serious sleep issues so this isn't just a minor inconvenience).  Now I just roll onto my mat, pee and toss it onto the floor face-up until morning, when I put it in the wash with whatever other laundry I have.  Super easy.

    But the 1st few times it leaked pretty bad, and there have been a couple other instances of leakage when I had a super full bladder.  So if you're looking for something that 100% will never leak, this ain't it.  But it is huge so you can move over and use dry parts of it which is a plus.  Lasts 300+ washes and has no special washing instructions and only costs $19-$21.  Will def buy another when this one wears out!

    Here are some pix from my 1st bedwetting with it which didn't go so hot lmao.  

     

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  2. Latest Entry

    Chapter 16: Here At The End of All Things

     

    Ugh... my head. Where am I? Everything is so dark. Also I'm naked for some reason, gotta love that.

     

    "Child of Earth..."

     

    A rather unsettling feminine and foreign voice echoes through my entire body, yet somehow I don't panic. I see it now... shaded dark trees that touch the sky surround us, just barely visible from their outermost edges. The very ground beneath my feet feels like a liquid yet I don't fall through. I see ripples flow out from my feet wherever I step on it. It is honestly rather disturbing.

     

    In the middle of, wherever I am, there's an elderly hooded woman in purple robes, sitting behind a stone circular table. The light from numerous candles aglow with violet light on said table seem to be the only source of warmth here, so I instinctively sit down across from her.

     

    "I thought I would talk to you now..." The old woman speaks and yet her lips do not move. "But we do not have much time. It passes much slower here but nevertheless I cannot hold onto our spiritual connection for very long."

     

    "Who are you?" I tilt my head in confusion. "And why the fuck am I naked?!"

     

    "I am what my acolytes and fellow Creators call The Matriarch." She explains. "And your appearance here is a reflection of your soul, your soul doesn't wear clothes."

     

    Ahh ok makes sense. Wait no it doesn't why am I here?!

     

    "I'm sure you have many more questions but alas, I cannot answer them, not with the limited time we have." Once again, her mouth doesn't move. Creepy as balls.

     

    "Then why did you bring me here?" I ponder aloud.

     

    "In a word, curiosity my child. I have been observing you and your kin for the past few months. Yet... among all of Father's Reapers, you are unique."

     

    "Gee thanks, I guess." I rub my head awkwardly.

     

    "You may not believe me but I actually want to help you. I sense a powerful force of willpower deep within your very being. We need to bring that energy out of you."

     

    Oof. Cringe. Now that I think about it she's just spewing a bunch of fortune teller gobbilty gook isn't she? What the hell is she even going on about?

     

    "When you awake you will forget that we spoke. But alas you need not worry, we shall meet later today and your memories will return. That is of course if you survive. I can almost always see glimpses of the future and yet yours is so uncertain. I wish you luck child, I truly hope I can see you face to face."

     

    Survive? See the future? What the f-

     

    ~~Saturday, March 7th, 2009~~

     

    I cough violently and my eyes sting as I try to open them. God I feel awful and everything hurts. What- what happened to me? My mouth is full of a bitterly dry and revolting taste that I cannot identify. I try to feel around my surroundings and all I can detect... is a thick layer of powdered dust on everything... and positions of objects that make no logical sense to my numbed thoughts.

     

    I wipe the unpleasant dirt from my eyes, whatever it is, and that's when I see it.

     

    I'm surrounded by debris, the megastructure around me is almost completely in ruins. The air is thick with a sickening fog, must be the dust that I can both feel and taste. My fur is bloodied around one leg and areas on my face but I'm alright, whatever wounds I had must have regenerated. However, my eyes shift slightly to the left and I nearly scream.

     

    Toshia is laying there, motionless. The lower half of his body appears to be crushed underneath a massive metal beam and there's blood everywhere. My mind instantly goes blank when I remember that he pushed me out of the way... just as everything came crumbling down.

     

    "Toshia? No no nononono!!" I panic as I run up to him. 'Fuck fuck fuck!"

     

    This looks really bad. Using all of my strength, I pull his upper half away from the debris. All I can hear is the sickening squelching sound of blood popping and organs stretching. I continue to force his body out... I should have given him enough space for him to start regenerating by now. Why isn't he healing?!

     

    I desperately dig through his gaping chest cavity with tears flowing through my eyes... and I cut myself on something. I pull out the offending object... and it's part of a broken core.

     

    This can't be real. I have to be dreaming. This-this isn't possible. He- he can't be-

     

    "Toshia!!!" My vision blurs ever more as the crystal clatters to the ground. "Wake up! Wake the fuck up!!"

     

    The primal part of my brain knows I'm screaming in vain. Yet I continue to pound my fists softly into his shoulder anyway and cry harder than I ever have in my life.

     

    How the fuck did this happen? I thought- I swore that we'd have more time together. My mental gears are a jumbled mess and yet I hear a voice in my head that isn't my own.

     

    'Everyone! Make your way to the emergency escape pods! We're under attack by a powerful foe that we cannot defeat here. Hurry! We've not got much time!' It's Father's voice, speaking to me through telepathy or my core I guess.

     

    I see a GPS of sorts in my AI companion's HUD, a short path that leads somewhere. I don't want to leave Toshia here, every fiber of my being just wants to sit here in this filthy viscera and do nothing. Yet my body moves on its own, seemingly out of instinct and I begin to run as I follow the path laid before me.

     

    It doesn't take long before I meet up with Paisou or rather I see him about thirty or forty feet away from me... and the horrors of the day don't end. He's being chased by someone, a massive bull anthro whom I've never met, that must be the enemy Father was talking about.

     

    'Paisou! Vaine! Keep running! Don't stop!' Father's voice rings in my ears once again.

     

    I see dozens if not hundreds of Omega and Theta Sentinels swarming the invader like some kind of comical multi-person football tackle. But this is no game. They're slowing him down but not by much. He seemingly blows them away with such ease and yet more and more continue to pile onto him. They seem to be nothing more than a distraction but it is buying us valuable time.

     

    We continue to run with all our might, it only takes about twenty seconds before a small wall opens up before us with two small cylindrical pods inside. I make it to the pod first and turn around, Paisou is only a few seconds behind me. He smiles lightly, even though he's covered in filth, as if to say, thank goodness.

     

    We made it.

     

    Or I thought we did. Before I even have time to think, the angry minotaur grabs Paisou from behind by the neck and he says something that completely flabbergasts me. The last thing I see and hear is Paisou's neck snapping and the pod whisks me away.

     

    Something within my soul breaks at that very moment and all I can do is sit down with my knees pressed against my chest and weep softly, it's all that I have the mental strength for. I think I'm safe now, going underground to... somewhere... but I don't actually know.

     

    Toshia...

     

    Gotta practice on something if I'm to get good at patching up injuries. Your ass is just a good place as any to train on.

    Have you ever wondered if this... life we're leading is actually our destiny?

    Hey V, enjoying the view?

    I mostly feel guilty, I thought I was getting through to him. Now I'm not so sure.

     

    Paisou...

     

    You're really cute. Can't say I've ever seen a woman peeing before.

    Yeah can... can I touch you too? You know, down there?

    I am just gonna head back to my room. I thought I could do this and enjoy naturalism with the rest of you but I just can't. Sorry.

    I- I'm in love with you. Told you that you'd think I was selfish...

     

    They're gone. Both of them...

     

    I don't know how much time passes, probably not long, as the pod slides up once again and the cylindrical glass door hisses open. Sorcha and Eris are sitting down and Jason is standing up, while Axel is leaning against a wall.

     

    They're here... the rest of them... are here. I am beyond grateful but I'm also very torn.

     

    "Vaine!" Sorcha runs up to me and hugs me tightly and I continue to cry. "Thank the heavens your safe..."

     

    Father is sitting down some sort of pilot seat. He's talking to someone through comms but all I pick up is a few scarce words like 'gather everyone' and 'citadel'. My mind is much too clouded to pay attention to it. We must be in a small spaceship, one that I've not seen before.

     

    "Why are we leaving?" Jason yells bitterly. "Toshia and Paisou aren't back yet!"

     

    I try to open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

     

    "They're already dead." Father says with a neutral tone. "I'm sorry. Ozaj killed them."

     

    "That-that can't be!" Jason stammers. "Turn around and go back! We have to save him!"

     

    "Jason..." My lips tremble. "He's right... Toshia's gone... he protected me... but he's...."

     

    He looks at me with both fury and sadness. But I know he knows the truth. I can see it in his quivering eyes.

     

    "Fuck!! Dammit!" Jason punches a wall to no effect and storms out of the room, or to the back of the ship I guess.

     

    The next little while is a blur, but we're all brought to tears by our grief. We lost two Reapers today. The reality of that hasn't really set in yet, at least for me. Axel and Eris are embracing each other on a small bench while Sorcha and I do the same while sitting on the floor. We just... stay there for a bit. Jason comes back in after a little while, looking pissed and sad all at once as he leans on a free wall with his arms crossed.

     

    We mostly just stay there in silence, until Father begins to speak.

     

    "My personal Alpha Sentinel has just finished making you all a spare set of clothing. I recommend that you all have a shower and come back here once you're clean. Since this is my spare personal craft for emergencies, there's only one bathroom. I trust you will all be as quick as you can. It's not ideal but we need to discuss what comes next as soon as possible, we will have our time to grieve once we're safe. Feel free to grab some food if you'd like as well. It's nothing fancy but it's something."

     

    We talk among ourselves briefly before we decide that I should go first, since I look the most like shit. Gee thanks. I can't deny that they're right though, I'm sure I smell like blood and ass right now.

     

    I walk to where Father instructed me to go, the middle section of the ship is little more than a small kitchen, with a tiny table that can seemingly barely support the seven sets of folded clothes on top of it. To the right of said eating area is a compact sliding door with a simple sink, toilet and standing shower crammed into as little space as possible.

     

    I strip off my dirty clothes without a shred of shame and enter the bathroom, where I can see myself in a mirror. The right part of my forehead, the upper half of my left breast and both of my arms up to my elbows are absolutely caked in blood. I know most of it isn't my own but yeah... I look awful. No shit right?

     

    I step into the shower and clean the dried filth from my fur as quickly as possible. I don't even have the urge to urinate right now as I normally do when I get cleaned up. My head must be fucked up pretty bad.

     

    Once I finish my quick shower, it's only then when I notice that there is no towel in here. Not really paying much mind to it I shake the wetness from my body as best as I can and step outside. Sorcha, Jason and Eris are all back here in the sci-fi break room, not caring in the slightest about my nudity. Sorcha hands me a towel and I thank her as she heads into the bathroom herself.

     

    I dry myself off quickly and find my pile of freshly folded clothes, they have a tag on top of them that says "V." Well, points for efficiency I suppose. I put on the dull gray underwear and bra, for as lame as they look they actually are extremely comfortable and are the exact right size.

     

    I put on the accompanying clothing, which is just a standard black military uniform. Again it fits perfectly.

     

    "Towels are in the cupboard here Vaine." Eris tells me. "You may wanna get one ready for Sorcha."

     

    "Thanks." I grab one and just wait around.

     

    Sorcha comes out fairly soon afterwards looking as sexy as ever and I hand her the towel. Seeing her get dressed afterwards is strange but I guess it'll be the norm now. Wherever we're going I assume she can't be a nudist all the time... anymore.

     

    This process repeats a few times, Jason gets nude, Eris gives him a towel, Eris strips naked, Axel passes her a towel, I don't really have to go into much detail here do I? Good enough.

     

    After we're all squeaky clean and slightly fed we head back to the cockpit where we assume Father is waiting for us. We all sit down in different areas of it, waiting for him to speak. No doubt he has a lot to talk about and my mind is a little more clear right now.

     

    "First of all let me say that my heart bleeds with you." Father laments as he turns to face us, the ship must be on auto-pilot or something. "Toshia had the potential to be one of the greatest scientists within the Reapers ranks and Paisou would have made an excellent spec-ops soldier one day. But besides that you all lost friends... brothers... and lovers. I am truly sorry and it shames me to say that I wasn't prepared for a full on attack like this, you are the first Reapers to not complete your training. I got careless."

     

    "I know you've said that we have many enemies out there in the galaxy," Jason begins. "But I didn't realize they were so powerful... that was one anthro... just one. You called him Ozaj right? Who the hell is he?"

     

    "He was my best friend... and a brother-in-arms." Father's eyes look cold. "He was someone who had my back once. Now he's nothing more than a cowardly traitor. There is much history between us but it would take many hours to explain it all right now. Regardless the latest war with him and his followers that call themselves The Gray Dragoons has begun. This will be the last one... and he'll finally receive the hammer of justice that he very much deserves."

     

    "I don't understand how he was so powerful though." I kinda blurt out, oopsie.

     

    "He is a god-like being like myself and the rest of The Creators. We all attained our immortality at the same time from the same source. But nevertheless this isn't what we have to discuss right now."

     

    Makes sense I guess.

     

    "All of the Reapers, The Creators and their personal elite soldiers will be gathered to an impenetrable space station where we'll all be safe for now. We call it The Citadel. There, we can come up with countermeasures and take steps to end The Gray Dragoons once and for all." Father continued.

     

    "How can we be sure that it's safe? They found us on Earth... couldn't Ozaj just track us all again?" Axel ponders.

     

    "The entire core structure and outside shell of the base is made from one of the strongest metal alloys that we know of and it's completely immune to our divine gift of alchemy. The exterior of the station alone took us a few centuries to build. And there's no digital trace of it anywhere in our archives. Even if the Dragoons found it they could not enter, not even someone as powerful as Ozaj could break through its armor." Father replied.

     

    So if they located us we could just hold up inside forever like a castle siege or something? Wouldn't we run out of food and supplies eventually? Ahh whatever, no need to vocalize my concerns, I trust that when Father tells us that it is as secure as possible then it must be true. If only that was the case with our former home...

     

    We don't ask anymore questions for awhile, as Father went onto explain a bunch of things. I'll do my best to summarize it here. He starts off by showing us a holographic projection of the entire Citadel. It basically just looks like a giant space pyramid, mostly.

     

    It has nine levels or "zones" if you will, whatever you wanna call them. The hanger and most of the exterior security is on level six, level seven is where robots and other autonomous amenities are stored and repaired, as well as being a sort of jack-of-all-trades maintenance floor. Like it's also where trash is gathered and dumped and there's a place to wash clothes, miscellaneous shit like that.

     

    The eighth level contains most of our supplies that are stockpiled, everything from extra weapons to food and everything in between I guess. Level nine, the bottom level and one of the smallest besides level one, is a jail where we will keep super powered prisoners of war or rebellious soldiers, assuming we don't outright kill them.

     

    I know I said level a lot but bare with me... there's way more floors to talk about.

     

    Ahem, anyway, level five is I guess where we will live. The private armies of all the creators that are brought onboard will reside here, which means that every Reaper will live in the same place for the first time ever since Father started making us. He shows us a floor blueprint layout and it's basically all what you'd expect, I'm sure I'll go into more detail on it later on.

     

    Father tells us that while all Creators are allied, relationships between them are strained to say the least. So, if fights break out between different soldier factions and these feuds escalate it could be really bad. Father has told us we can defend ourselves if we're attacked but we're forbidden from killing anyone on the base. Not that I'd expect anything different.

     

    Again I'm sure I'll meet all kinds of anthros and aliens but I couldn't care less right now... not today.

     

    Regardless, levels four to one are where all the Creators will live. Level four is for standard Creators, no idea what that means really. High ranking Creators will make their homes on level three. The Council, head honchos of The Creators whom I didn't know existed until now, reside on level two. And you guessed it, the head of the heads lives on level one... by themselves I guess. Father will have his personal quarters on the third level, which means he is indeed a fairly big deal.

     

    But yeah phew I think I'm done with explaining The Citadel for now. We're informed that ID chips will be implanted into our forearms once we land in the hanger, for security purposes. Sounds like fun. We, by that I mean me and my fellow Reapers, will have access to levels five to nine of the base. I guess we can only go up to the Creator's floors if we're invited or something.

     

    Speaking of Creators though, Father firmly warns us to not speak to any of them, especially to someone called The Elder, unless we are spoken to first. This is really important because I guess if we piss off a high ranking Creator, Father won't be able to protect us. I... don't know what to think of that information but ok.

     

    The last thing Father tells us is that this won't be as much of a, shall we say, walk in the park, as our life in the megastructure was. Since almost all of Father's Sentinels were destroyed by Ozaj, the convenience of our life before won't be possible. We won't be able to finish our planned soul consumption, since we left those... juicer pills behind on Earth. Food will be worse, the mass produced androids that every other Creator uses can't do shit with alchemy, so Father tells us to do our absolute best to make sure we clean up after ourselves.

     

    That may have been directed at me since I've pissed in so many beds and outside of toilets countless times, just a hunch. Guess we'll have to do our own laundry too. Icky.

     

    But yeah it'll take Father awhile to build up his Sentinel servants once again, a process which he can't do at The Citadel anyway since the supplies he'd need aren't there. We would probably need to go on missions just to secure some very rare materials if we wanted the convenience of having Sentinels serve us again, even then there wouldn't be enough for everyone for a long ass time.

     

    It's just another reminder that not everything can be produced with alchemy, at least not quickly. Some elements are far too... finicky or unstable to create easily. Not that alchemy is easy mind you, I still suck balls at it but regardless I'm rambling on a bit here.

     

    Point is, I won't be able to get any stronger, power level wise, on the Citadel since I can't kill anyone so... that'll be yet another thing to adjust to. Not like I was taking my skills too seriously to begin with mind you but yeah. I still have over a million unused souls right now so if I need to I'll spend them. For now I'll just keep them until I'm on an assignment or something.

     

    Regardless Father finishes his explanation and we take a break for now. He informs us that it'll take about twelve hours of hyperspace travel for us to arrive at The Citadel. Damn. Guess it's not going to be instantly quick like you see in every Hollywood sci-fi flick.

     

    So... for the next seven hundred and forty minutes there is really not much to do at all. Yeah outside of the cockpit you can see space and there's a small observation window in the kitchen but as beautiful as that is, that's literally all that's out there. What else can I say it's fucking space. Most of us just hang out in the back room, or middle room I guess the actual back room has the engine in it and shit. I could have eaten something but I literally don't feel like it at all. I drink a bit of water but that's really it.

     

    My heart is still feels overwhelmingly heavy at what happened today. It feels like the pain and emotions are clawing and chewing their way out of my chest, and no amount of time will ever take this overwhelming agony away. I was naive. I felt imprisoned by life in the megastructure and yet I want to go back there more than anything right now. But we can't turn back time, such a thing is one science fiction thing that will stay that way.

     

    I could ramble on for awhile as to what went through my head at that time but it's not all that important. Just the usual emo self-loathing bullshit, only this time I actually have a real reason for it.

     

    Hours pass, most of us have used the bathroom at least once but again I have no desire to. I can feel the urine inside my bladder yes but my arousing urge to piss out a river just isn't there. Shocking I know.

     

    Anyway, Father calls us to the cockpit once we exit hyperspace. What I see through the glass kind of blows my fucking mind.

     

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    The sight of seeing The Citadel for the first time is nothing short of extraordinary. Calling it grand would be an insult. It's much more impressive than any fake sci-fi shit in films. That is my second Hollywood reference today and probably the last, sorry.

     

    Nevertheless it really does have a certain unparalleled beauty to it that I can't really put into words. We can all easily notice the amount of craftsmanship and dedication that was poured into it, much more so than the hastily constructed megastructure that was our previous home.

     

    Father talks to some security guard through the ship's comms and goes through like a triple verification process of some sort. A massive hanger door opens up rather quickly considering its size and we fly right in and park beside dozens of other similar sized spaceships. We go down so smoothly without so much as a thud, it feels as if we landed on a cloud.

     

    We all step out of the ship about a minute later, the Alpha Sentinel follows Father as well. There are armed guards dressed in dark gray uniforms everywhere who bow to us when we get out. It's only as I get closer to one that I notice they're all creepy looking androids with pale metallic skin and soulless dark eyes. Gross. Anyway this sector of the level is apparently just for Creator ships only. I guess if I were to go on an excursion with a group of soldiers and not have a Creator with me we'd have to leave via another entrance.

     

    The hanger is massive. No shit right? Like the ceiling above us has to be three to five hundred feet into the air at the very least, to accommodate a wide variety of vessels no doubt. Almost all of the metal is black with pale yellow lighting, much like the exterior of The Citadel. That's just fine with me, I'd rather it not be bright as fuck anyway. Despite the dark metallic surface of... everything, it's easy to see every detail perfectly clearly.

     

    After I stop gawking at the architecture, we head to a large door easily about twenty five feet tall and sixty feet wide, before eventually making our way to a small room where we get our ID chips inserted into our arms. It's painful for a mere split second, nothing like the numbing ache deep in my heart right now. We walk along even further down this long ass massive hallway, I don't pay much attention to the dozens of other areas that we pass. After a few minutes we see a single soul waiting for us. Father greets him warmly.

     

    "Hannes. Great to see you my boy." They both smile as they shake hands.

     

    "Father, welcome back." His goofy plastered grin doesn't leave his face. "I assume these are the Reaper Fledglings with you?"

     

    Fledglings? What? Oh cus we didn't complete our training. Right.

     

    "Nice to meet you." He bows lightly to all of us. "My name is Hannes Wyrmskoll, the head administrator for Reapers here at The Citadel. I look forward to working with all of you."

     

    We introduce ourselves to him as well. How can I describe him without being insulting... hmm.

     

    Ok sorry I can't, I'm sure he's a good guy, probably, but the human Reaper before us looks exactly like your stereotypical anime protagonist. I'm sorry but it's true. Short dark brown hair, pretty young face and a slim build, slightly peachy skin. If he didn't have red eyes like the rest of us he'd look just like any other human, indistinguishable from the crowd. I guess the only thing that does make him stand out is the rapier attached to his belt, that must be his personality trait. My bladder almost laughs at him, if it could chuckle instead of wee. I could use a wee right now...

     

    "How's the status on the gathering of all the Reapers?" Father's face turns serious.

     

    "They're almost all on their way." Hannes looks concerned. "But we've confirmed the loss of two others within the last fifteen hours. Kridilk and Suulag's tracking signals vanished within hours of each other. And they were in completely separate star systems at the time."

     

    "Shit." Father curses for the first time ever, I'd be shocked but because of today I'm not really. "So it was a coordinated attack."

     

    "Most likely yes."

     

    "What about Kastor and Gavis? What's their status?" Father probes further.

     

    "Kastor is on his way, he should be here soon. Gavis is still outside of our communication range due to a critical point in his mission... but his signal is still active and mobile."

     

    Hannes speaks so fluently it's like listening to a political speaker. I guess he's known the Reapers that they're talking about for awhile though.

     

    "Bring Kastor to me when he arrives and contact Gavis as soon as possible. We need everyone here to reorganize our priorities quickly." Father commands.

     

    "Yes my lord, it will be done." Hannes bows again.

     

    He takes his leave rather quickly after that, informing us to talk to him in level five's command center if we have any questions or concerns.

     

    We carry on to one of the main elevators after that, which takes us about ten more minutes. My AI Core's GPS is leading me to what I assume are my personal quarters on the level above us. Before we reach them however, there's a middle-aged man with long black hair and he's emanating a powerfully intimidating aura as he appears to be waiting for us just outside of the lifts, along with two of his armed guards.

     

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    He folds his hands across his diaphragm and smiles at us. I know instantly how powerful this creator is just from his presence alone, so much so that my bladder twitches. I can practically hear the epic choir music behind him if he had an anime introduction sequence of some sort. Nevertheless I need to calm down, he's our ally... but damn I wouldn't live if I pissed him off. Maybe he'd enjoy me pissing on him though...

     

    "Archdeacon, nice of you to greet us." Father bows politely and we do the same.

     

    "Father, welcome." His voice is very charismatic and calm. "I assume that these your most recent children from the latest system with the white sun?"

     

    "Indeed they are." Father smiles back as he introduces each of us.

     

    "It is my great pleasure to welcome to all to The Citadel." The Archdeacon bows slightly, almost as if he's praying or something. "I am truly sorry that you lost two of your siblings today. The machinations of the universe take away those closest to us far too often. I will make an offering to the supreme one tonight and ask him to bless you with the crimson star's light."

     

    "The Archdeacon is the leader of The Council and the head of The Order of The Scarlet Suns." Father explains to us.

     

    So he's a religious nutjob? Perfect.

     

    "You flatter me Father." The Archdeacon smiles softly again. "I am but a humble mouth piece for the most ancient of high spirits that dwell within the sacred red dwarfs."

     

    Wait seriously? He worships the most common star in the universe? Surely this man doesn't actually- Oh I get it he's a cult leader, got cha. Controlling your pathetic followers through religion is one means of instilling fear for sure... although that aura of ki or lifeforce or whatever the fuck already does it.

     

    Man I should have pissed on the spaceship... I mean I can hold it in but uhh, it's stressing me out not going to lie.

     

    "I thank you for your blessing." Father nods and we all do as well. "It's been a long fourteen hours though, I'm sure my children would like to get acquainted with their personal quarters and rest for now."

     

    I'd like to get acquainted with a toilet seat right about now.

     

    "Of course." The Archdeacon politely gestures. "If ever you wish for spiritual guidance, don't be afraid to visit the sacred chapel on the fifth level, my devoted ones would be more than happy to help you."

     

    With that, he takes an elevator with his personal guards that we were probably going to use and they go up. What a butthole. However it only takes seconds for another one to arrive and we can all easily fit inside. The- the lift I mean... not the anal cavity. The large ass- ahem door, opens up and we calmly step inside.

     

    When we reach the fifth level, it looks... pretty much identical to the other one, except this one is clearly where lots of sentient beings live because there's dozens of them walking through the first big area that we see. Father waves us goodbye and goes up another floor, probably two, leaving us by ourselves for the first time today.

     

    Oh well though, we're adults... not some kids lost in the damn mall. We'll be fine. These elevators basically led us to a huge lobby room, security here seems to be fairly minor. I don't know what a bunch of creepy androids with specialized stun guns and extra strong handcuffs are going to do against a rogue soldier with superpowers but maybe I just have too little faith in them.

     

    I guess I forgot to mention that almost all of the elite members of various Creator's armies have some form of superpowers, according to what Father told us. With how horrible the day has been can you really blame me? But yeah Reapers are way stronger than these chumps, in theory, since our power just grows infinitely while they have one or two superpowers at the most. They also don't have the gift of alchemy, which is something else unique to us by comparison. Nevertheless almost any of them could easily kill a normal person.

     

    As I look around, almost all of the humanoids I see are either anthros or humans. I only spot a few aliens with unique-ish looks. Guess we know the kinds of beings that The Creators in general like to recruit. I pass through security within seconds and take a moment to let it all in. I see various buildings inside the interior that I can only describe as... like sci-fi apartment buildings. I know that sounds pretty generic but it's true. There are dozens of them spread around one sector of the level, they look like city blocks that are encased inside of this... station.

     

    I wouldn't be surprised if like around ten thousand soldiers lived here, that would be my estimate at least. A small army sure, until you remember that we're all superpowered freaks who could easy crush any normal civilization that we'd come across. Although, with many of us probably coming and going on various excursions, the population of the soldiers in here can easily shift within the thousands.

     

    Regardless, I should probably head to my personal quarters and pee... but I end up looking around the level instead. It's around this time when we all split up and just... start doing our own thing I guess. Axel and Sorcha are really the only two who bother to wave goodbye to me, Eris and Jason just take off in separate directions without saying much of anything.

     

    Now let's see where to go to first...

     

    My AI Core's GPS has a detailed map, like you'd find in a MMO video game or something. Everywhere is mapped out in a 2D space but places I've not been to are like gray and have question marks inside them, like various POI's. It really is a video game hmm? The only area on my map that's named is the security entrance where the elevators were, the huge command center next to it and the apartment building where my personal quarters are. Nevertheless, out of curiosity I make my way to one of the small buildings close to the center of the sector. The front entrance is really just an open area, like an auditorium or something.

     

    Inside is a... gym of sorts. Well not really, more like a combat training area. Various buff men and a few women are either fighting for practice purposes, going through their weapon forms and stances or just punching targets that are designed to take a beating.

     

    Also everyone isn't naked but they're pretty much in their underwear, it's the same kind that I'm wearing... just like dull and gray coverings for their tits and balls. Some lifeforms are wearing what you would call pants but not many. Hell there's even a threesome going on in a corner on a thick mat, pretty sure that's not the kind of training this place is for...

     

    Anyway I leave fairly quickly, not really in the mood to train or fuck right now. As I do so I run into Hannes of all people.

     

    "Hey. Vaine right?" He greets me in a cheerful voice. "You curious about working out in there? It's a general area but the gym in your apartment building is much more likely to have Reapers inside it, since there are so few of us in comparison we tend to hang out close together."

     

    "Nah I was just... wandering around." I scratch my head awkwardly as my vagina starts to hurt, I should really go find a bathroom. "Getting my bearings for my new home and shit. Trying to get my mind off of stuff."

     

    "I have some free time right now if you'd like me to show you around." Hannes extends his hand. "I've lived here for almost forty of my years after all."

     

    "Sure." I blurt out.

     

    Why did I agree?! Dammit. Oh well.

     

    Hannes proceeds to show me around like a lost puppy, and various POI's are now labeled on my map. A library of sorts, recreation rooms, cafeterias, bathrooms, showers, which are all public. There is even a training pool that you have to book to use. Didn't think we'd have that but it's not really for recreation, more like training for what outer space would possibly feel like if we were to ever do a space walk. That seems rather primitive considering the technology that the Creator's have but whatever, who am I to judge. I guess the artificial gravity generators or whatever have their hands full just holding us down.

     

    Regardless it's about twenty minutes later and I really really need to go now. It takes everything I have to not do a potty dance. I would enjoy my leisure time more but I've just been tense this whole time. Just as I'm about to excuse myself though, a creepy android robot comes up to us and begins to speak.

     

    "Vaine Steele?" It questions in a monotone voice. "Please follow me. The Elder would like to meet with you."

     

    What. Freaking What?! Are you kidding me right now? That's the super duper leader of the creators right? The head head honcho? The big bad wolf? What in the actual fuck?

     

    Hannes tries to hide it but his eyes are full of terror. "Well... I'll see you later Vaine. You'll be fine... just be honest and respectful and you'll be back before you know it."

     

    Great. Perfect. Well at least if I piss myself while meeting him I can have a good laugh before he causes my head to explode. I steel my vaginal muscles and follow the droid. We walk past the security checkpoint again and enter the elevator. It goes up rather slowly to be honest. I see all the levels from four to two due to most of the elevator's walls being made of glass but I'm not really focused on that right now.

     

    My mind is racing like crazy. If I make one mistake, my life can easily be snuffed out here. The biggest question I have is why? Why does he want to see me of all Reapers? It doesn't make any sense. Unless... Oh.

     

    I don't have much more time to think however and before I know it, the elevator doors slide open, revealing level one. What I see kind of astounds me not going to lie.

     

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    It's like a whole other world. Around the expensive penthouse of sorts there are various plants scattered here and there. But that's not really what catches my eye. Through the glass ceiling, it looks like outer space... if it were an aquarium. Various space whales are flying out there and the beautiful reflected light waves that pass and sway through the water are so... beautiful. If my pussy didn't ache hard right now I'd enjoy the sight a lot more like god damn... that's the most realistic CGI I've ever seen in my life.

     

    I know it has to be fake, considering I've seen what the space outside The Citadel actually looks like, but still. If I didn't know any better I'd think it was real. I guess I know the kind of man that The Elder is now, even if only slightly. He's a man who wants to make the entire galaxy his fishbowl.

     

    No? That's not correct? Kay.

     

    Regardless of my stupid inner thoughts, the android leads me to an office with an actual wooden door. Very few things here are actually made of metal really, alot of the interior design seems to be rather... primitive. In a good way though.

     

    The robotic messenger knocks on it and every nerve in my body stands on end. This is it.

     

    "Yes?" A normal male voice comes from inside.

     

    "I've brought you Vaine Steele, the Reaper my lord, as you requested." The droid speaks without a hint of emotion.

     

    "Let her in." He speaks quickly, is he annoyed? Please tell me he's not annoyed.

     

    It opens up the door and I quickly walk in before the door closes. The man before me... is not what I expected at all.

     

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    The walls are covered with sentimental pictures and the office space looks relatively normal. The desk before him is so clean that it looks factory new. The man before me has white, no light purple hair, it's hard to tell given the sort of weird lighting that's in the room. He looks very young for someone called The Elder. I expected some old geezer but nope. We're it not for the creepy wooden skull behind him and his aura that is even more absurdly overpowering than The Archdeacon's, I'd assume this man was a used car salesman or some shit.

     

    But I know that the man before me could kill me quicker than I could fart so... I stay as composed as I can with an overbearing bladder and heightened nerves.

     

    "Take a seat young lady." He beckons me over. I have no reason to refuse so I sit.

     

    "I'm The Elder." He speaks proudly. "You're the first Reaper that I've decided to meet."

     

    "I'm honored, my lord." As I speak I do my best to not break eye contact. It's not easy. "My name is Vaine."

     

    "Yes I've seen your file." He looks as serious as before. "Eighteen of your years old hmm? Damn. That makes you probably the youngest one at The Citadel."

     

    "I'll be nineteen in one of my months from now." I try not to correct him but I guess I kind of do. My insides kind of quiver at that.

     

    "Of course of course." The Elder dismisses me rather quickly. "You are comfortable I hope?"

     

    "Not in the slightest." I laugh lightly. I probably should have lied but I really don't give a shit right now.

     

    "I'm sorry about that." He smiles in return. "I tend to have that effect on literally everyone. You can relax, you're not in any trouble."

     

    "If I relaxed I'm afraid I'd urinate all over this chair right now." Why did I say that?! What the fuck is wrong with me?

     

    "Your piss fetish is bubbling its way to the surface is it? Regardless we don't have time for that right now I'm afraid." The Elder's casual tone about something so personal to me is kind of shocking not going to lie.

     

    "I-I didn't mean-" I blurt out, my face beet red.

     

    "It's fine. I like to suck on toes. There. Now we both know something embarrassing about each other." He laughs, actually laughs, which actually makes me even more tense. "Regardless even so I'm only into human women Vaine, I'm not like that freaky Archdeacon, he'd fuck as many furries as he could if it didn't interfere with his work, both men and women I may add, the damn ball fondler."

     

    What is even going on here? The Archdeacon likes anthros more than humans? Is he joking around or being serious? I really don't know. Also did he just call me a furry? I... don't know if that's an insult or not.

     

    "Why did you invite me here my lord?" I don't try to hide my irritation, my bladder won't let me right now. I guess if I die, I die.

     

    "Yeah I guess we may as well skip the rest of the bullshit." His face shifts into a serious gaze once again. "I wanted to talk to you about Ozaj, since you were the only one who saw him today... and survived."

     

    Damn. I fucking knew it.

     

    "I'm not sure what I could tell you that you haven't already read in the reports, which I'm sure Father made already." I sigh as I speak honestly.

     

    "Even so I'd like to hear it from you. Truth be told I always feel like Father is hiding something from me, he tends to be a shady prick." The Elder insults him and I'd get more angry. But if I did I might leak a little so I hold back my emotions. "Although... in this case I actually do feel sorry for the poor bastard... even I have empathy from time to time."

     

    I don't really want to talk but regardless I do my best to tell The Elder what happened, from my perspective. Father's ship crashed into the megastructure, Toshia saved my life by pushing me out of the debris area and died for it. My attempts at bringing Toshia back failed because his core was already shattered. I got an order and directions from Father to run, so I ran. Eventually Paisou and I fled along mostly the same path. Ozaj was being body blocked by hundreds of Sentinels at a time but even so they weren't slowing him down much. I made it safely to the evacuation pods... Paisou did not.

     

    Rehashing all this again even though it's still fresh in my mind is absolutely brutal and I feel sick all over again. Explaining all that took about half an hour, so my body is still in a state of desperation, if not more so.

     

    When I finish, The Elder looks at me sternly and nods.

     

    "Did Ozaj say anything to you?"

     

    "No."

     

    "He didn't ask for your help, make a deal with you to spare your life in exchange for being a spy?"

     

    "No. It's impossible for Reapers to betray The Creators, Father has several fail safes in place to ensure that we cannot harm any of you."

     

    Our brief line of questioning already lets me know that The Elder suspected me from the beginning. I'm only getting more and more upset the longer I am here.

     

    "Alright. Good." The Elder nods as he stands up. "I had to be certain. Because you know..."

     

    He pauses briefly and it feels like I'm standing on a knives' edge as I stare into an endless abyss.

     

    "... No one has escaped Ozaj's wrath for thousands of years." The Elder snaps his fingers.

     

    Just when I think I won't get to enjoy my final wee before I die, the wall behind him rotates open like some sort of haunted house secret chamber, revealing a bound and gagged human, beaten judging from his torn clothes and the dried blood around his face. The shock of it nearly causes me to piss myself, I'm almost at my limit as my pussy begs for relief. But I cannot pee... not now...

     

    "This self righteous motherfucker has been working with The Gray Dragoons for decades. I personally picked him up on my way here." The Elder spoke with a level of pride and charisma that I've never really heard before. "You see, even though The Baron's home planet was public knowledge... his personal castle's location was not. It'd have taken Ozaj time to explore the planet to find it and The Baron may have been able to escape during that time frame. Only two people knew it's exact coordinates. This architect fucker who built it... and The Baron himself."

     

    "Wait architect? Wouldn't that mean that The Citadel's location is in danger too then?" I almost panic and pee a little.

     

    "No, this piece of shit didn't work on The Citadel thankfully, he didn't even know of its existence before I brought his ass here." The Elder removes the gag from the traitor's mouth, lifts him up and slams him into the desk as it shatters into a million pieces. He coughs violently but his wounds heal fairly quickly as I back up while still sitting in the chair.

     

    "We probably have more traitors among us sadly, this war will be just as much about spying as it is about killing." The Elder smirked. "Sounds like fun... and a huge pain in my ass."

     

    He lifts up the bound prisoner and brings him to his knees.

     

    "I have only ever... served you faithfully my king." The rogue Creator speaks. "Please... please don't do this."

     

    "Shut the fuck up." His stare that could probably give anyone a heart attack is then directed at me. "I want you to kill him Vaine and prove to me that you're not his ally. You can either do that or die trying to save him. If you leave without doing either I'll end you myself."

     

    He called him a king... what?

     

    "I would... but Father forbid me from-"

     

    "Father..." The Elder interrupts me. "Taught you to obey. Will you? Here you can take this knife. Don't worry, I weakened his powers severely, you should be able to easily decapitate this fucker."

     

    "I- I don't need the knife... I'm just saying." I blurt out. "I'll do it. I assume you don't care if anything else in this room gets... trashed?"

     

    Fuck it, I'm not getting out of this and I need to piss like a hyperactive squirrel right now. I think you all see where this is going even if The Elder does not.

     

    He simply nods and puts the dagger away. I drag the handcuffed Creator to the chair and lay his head on it. I then take off my pants rather quickly and fold them over a nearby planted sapling as my swollen bladder feels like it's going to burst open.

     

    "I told you to kill him Vaine... not seduce him. What the fuck you doing?" The Elder is clearly agitated, probably only have a few seconds before he blows my brains out. But that's all I need anyway.

     

    I aim my panty covered cunt over the back of the traitor's head and say one word.

     

    "This... fff..."

     

    My body can't take it anymore as I activate my acidic urine and my vagina contracts and weeps as I finally give it permission to let go. A few dribbles of piss come out of my urethra and completely burn away my gray panties around my crotch almost instantly. I then force it out of me like a laser beam as I moan uncontrollably with pleasure. The Creator below my vagina begins to scream as his skin melts and peels away faster than it can heal. It's a rather disgusting and futile process honestly.

     

    Fuck my pussy feels so good... I don't even really care if The Elder is watching. I'm letting go of nearly sixteen hours worth of pee and it feels so divine. I continue my pissy assault as the Creator's blood continues to bubble and boil around the ever expanding wound, desperately trying to hold on despite the onslaught of corrosive wee being applied to it. He continues to cry out in agony all the while as I laugh with delight. This feels amazing.

     

    "God damn girl." The Elder chuckles. "If you didn't have a tail and a fur coated ass you may just convert me to this fucked up kink of yours."

     

    "You can't even see my butt right now anyway..." I reply back as I look at him, my piss stream still going strong.

     

    It doesn't take much longer for the Creator's nasty neck bone to be exposed and his annoying cries eventually stop as what little remains of his throat is filled with my burning pee. After about twenty seconds, his head is completely severed and quickly evaporating, almost as if it were made of snow. I turn off my acidic urine since he's dead as his body falls onto the floor and just continue to pee on his partially liquefied skull.

     

    Apparently I got like four million soul points from that? Like god damn... that's pretty weak for a Creator though right? Must've been a low ranked one. For some reason my body isn't rejecting the vast amount of soul energy.

     

    "Sorry... he's dead but I... I still have to go a lot..." I stop looking at the Elder, embarrassed now that my sexual high is kind of done and reality has set in.

     

    He tells me I can use the bathroom across the hallway as long as I clean up after myself so I make my way there quickly, my urethra draining itself all the while and leaving a trail of my golden liquid behind. I open the door to the rather fancy bathroom and spent the next minute in a half or so peeing into a fancy toilet and just relaxing.

     

    Afterwards I clean it up with some nearby towels, both in the bathroom and the office. I basically spend like five minutes scrubbing it up while wearing nothing but my crotch exposed underwear down there. Funny how he wants me to wipe up my piss up off of the floor but not the barf inducing quarter melted nearby. The Elder could easily look at my pussy if he wanted to. When I'm done he basically vaporizes the dirty towels along with the corpse with alchemy and I put my pants back on. His office looks restored to exactly how it was before, almost as if time itself rewound.

     

    Guess the only evidence left is my pair of crotchless panties right now.

     

    "That was pretty messed up." The Elder laughs. "I like you though. If ever you want to get a human body for yourself and execute more traitors that we will eventually capture... I'd be more than willing to let you do this again."

     

    "Thanks but uhh, I think I'll stick to being a... what did you call me? A furry? Yeah that." I can't believe my conversations with him now are kind of flirty. It's less like I'm conversing with an old man and more like I'm talking to a college dropout.

     

    "Fair enough." He can't stop smiling. Honestly I am quite relaxed now that I no longer need to pee badly and I've hopefully gotten on his good side.

     

    We leave the room and make our way to a bar, which of course is located below the space whale aquarium glass window display.

     

    "You want a drink before you go?" He offers me some kind of alcohol and I have no reason to refuse.

     

    "You mind if I ask you a question my lord?" I feel brave enough to make a demand of the most powerful Creator in the galaxy, I must be nuts.

     

    To my surprise he agrees as I take a sip of the clear blue drink. It tastes strange and strong but it's delicious and smooth.

     

    "Why do people call you The Elder?" I say my pondering aloud because I haven't really figured out why.

     

    "Because I'm the last of my kind." He states proudly. "The blood of the dragon flows through my veins. While every other Creator was indeed blessed by him, I am of the royal line, my power isn't loaned out to me it's my god damn birthright."

     

    Dragon blood? Borrowed power? I... I don't quite understand but ok. I guess that's why the traitorous Creator called him a king, so that I get at least. I'm not going to pry any further.

     

    I don't stay long anyway, I finish my drink and respectfully bow as I leave, telling The Elder to call on me again if he needs me although I really hope he doesn't.

     

    I return to the fifth level in no time and after that exhausting and exhilarating piss I just want to go to my new apartment and sleep, which is what I planned to do.

     

    But of course, something else happens, sure, why wouldn't it?

     

    As I walk along a rather sparsely populated area, a young woman in pure white robes with purple trim approaches me. I can tell that she's human but her face is hidden by a hood and a mask.

     

    "Uhm, excuse me, forgive me for bothering you madam Reaper but does your name happen to be Vaine Steele?" She speaks in a rather quiet and submissive voice.

     

    "Yeah that's me. What do you want?" I don't bother to hide my annoyance.

     

    "If you would please come with me, The Matriarch wishes to speak to you before you retire for your night." She bows respectfully as I click my tongue.

     

    The Matriarch hmm? Isn't that another high ranking Creator? The fuck is going on today? I get an uneasy feeling inside of me, completely unrelated to my bladder this time. Something feels... off.

     

    My luck has already been stretched to the limit this evening so I probably shouldn't push it. But for some reason I think I'll be safe if she tries to fight me for some reason. Either way it wouldn't be smart to ignore the summons of a Creator... and this girl would be even stupider to lure someone into a trap with such statements.

     

    So, regardless of how I feel, I follow her back to the elevators, again. We go up to the second level and get off rather quickly. Security is tighter here but still lighter than I would expect, given how this area is where The Council makes their home. They must be confident in their strength.

     

    Regardless weapons aren't allowed here, unlike on level five, not that I have one to wield right now anyways. This.. maiden messenger apparently doesn't have one either as she steps right through, as if the android guards trust her completely, pff. Meanwhile I'm practically getting groped as one searches around me for anything hidden but of course it doesn't find anything.

     

    We make our way to a large rather ornate doorway. For some reason it looks like a gate to a castle keep or something and nothing like a sci-fi entryway that's literally everywhere else here. It creaks open automatically as we stand in front of it and I'm led inside. The entire area feels rather... abnormal... I guess would be the word. A faint blue fog flows naturally from an unknown source across various areas of the tiled floor. the ceiling appears to be supported by massive engraved stone pillars and purple torches are embedded into them.

     

    It's honestly like I stepped back in time... or got sucked into a fantasy RPG or something.

     

    Nevertheless, after about a minute in a half of just listless walking, we come to our destination.

     

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    A hooded elderly crone in royal purple robes is sitting behind a rather short stone table. Around her are various monolithic crystals, that seem to be glowing and sparking with purple lightning. I'm legitimately not sure if it's real magic or if it's fake theatrics again, much like The Elder's space whale aquarium.

     

    Look it's cool alright? That's why I keep mentioning it.

     

    Regardless, The Matriarch beckons me over. As I step onto the platform... memories from my dream this morning come flooding back to me. Ugh. My head.

     

    "Welcome... Child of Earth... please, sit." Her voice has power behind it and yet still manages to be somewhat relaxing.

     

    I sit down with my legs crossed, kind of uncomfortable in these tight military pants with my bare pussy pressed against them but whatever.

     

    "You..." My eyes are kind of betraying me right now. "I met you this morning. You were there, before the attack."

     

    "I was and I wasn't." She speaks cryptically. "But alas let's have our conversation somewhere more secure shall we?"

     

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    Before I even know what's happening, I'm back in the same black forest void marsh as this morning. Also you guessed it, all my clothes are gone.

     

    "You must really like to look at my breasts hmm?" I say in the least sexy way possible, in fact it's grumpy, very grumpy.

     

    "You needn't say something so vulgar." The Matriarch fires back, her voice echoing throughout this space as her mouth remains closed. "This is simply the safest place we can talk, within your own mind. I am not your enemy Vaine, in fact I could be your closest ally."

     

    This shit again huh?

     

    "You saw Ozaj this morning, however briefly... and you even managed to meet The Archdeacon and The Elder as well." The Matriarch continues. "You've had quite the day. You may not yet realize how impressive it is that you encountered these three individuals in so short a time but you will relatively soon."

     

    "Quite the day is an understatement." I cross my arms in annoyance. "That's why I didn't want to come here, I'm fucking exhausted both emotionally and physically. What is it you want?"

     

    "It's simple." The Matriarch smiles. "My desire is to help you, as I stated this morning... and to end this terrible and bitter rivalry that has plagued us for millennia."

     

    "I get that you want to end the war." I reply coldly. "And we agree on that. As for helping me... I smell that bullshit from miles away. You just want me within arms reach, much like The Elder does."

     

    "Whether you believe me or not it doesn't change the facts." The Matriarch sounds like she's scolding a child. "The Elder has taken a great interest in you, which I've got to say is quite rare for him. And you've got The Archdeacon who's studying your every move and ready to pounce on any mistake that you and the rest of the other Reapers may make. Not to mention the other members of The Council who are also watching you from the shadows."

     

    "I get it." I sigh. "Father already explained to us how strained the relationships are between many Creators. I just want justice for Toshia and Paisou... so that they didn't die in fucking vain. I want Ozaj's head on a damn platter."

     

    "A reasonable desire." The Matriarch's voice fills the air. "There's a long list of Creator's who want Ozaj dead as well, including Father. I can put everything I have at your disposal to ensure that you're the one to slay him, if you will swear a sacred oath to me and my family."

     

    "A sacred oath? Really?" I can't help but laugh. "What are you a devil in disguise? Why don't you just have me sign a shady contract with my blood or something?"

     

    "I am only a demon to those whom I consider to be... untrustworthy." I can feel The Matriarch glare at me, but compared to The Elder's intense aura, it just kind of tickles by comparison. "Are you really going to deny yourself this opportunity?"

     

    "Hmm... let me think about it..." I say sarcastically as I let out a huge fart, although since we're in a space created by my mind I don't think it's a real one. "Yes. I am denying your oath binding baloney. I've already sworn myself to be Father's shield and sword, like every other Reaper."

     

    "You don't have an ounce of respect for the elderly? How disappointing." The Matriarch's tone shifts to one of displeasure. "You will regret this."

     

    "My respect is earned, it's not given." I retort. "I'll obey you like any other Creator, provided it doesn't go against Father's wishes. But I don't need your help. I don't need go to a psychic therapist once a week and discuss my feelings."

     

    "We shall see." She replies bitterly. "If you should change your mind I will always be glad to accept you into my fold, even if you are a rude little girl."

     

    "So? We done here?" I tilt my head. "I'd like to go now... how do we-"

     

    ***

     

    "-get out? Oh." I look around to see the creepy temple around me again as I stand up. "Well, later then."

     

    "By ignoring me you've set yourself down a cruel path of fate child." I can't tell if The Matriarch is trying to be crass or sympathetic. "Beware of the dark one. If you don't heed this warning it may be very well impossible for you to survive."

     

    "Fate is a crutch used by those who are too weak to carve their own path in life." I try not to sneer at her. "And beware of the dark one? Got it... I will avoid satanic music just like I have my whole life. Oh wait..."

     

    She probably doesn't understand what I'm talking about but regardless, I leave quickly after that, I have no more to say after all. A sacred oath huh? What bullshit. What makes The Creators think that anyone of us will stop serving Father and exclusively join their camp?

     

    I don't know what's ahead for me. But I do know that if The Creator's don't stay united against The Gray Dragoons... this will be a very difficult war. Even someone like me, who has literally no experience in galactic conflict, can clearly see that.

     

    Maybe that's part of Ozaj's plan... to sow seeds of discontent among The Creators to make us all easier to take down. I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen but even so, I feel like a small fish in a very very large pond. I will just put my complete faith in Father, that's all I can do.

     

    But for now, I've finally reached my apartment building, I guess you'd call it. Only Reapers live here apparently... so like seventy percent of it is empty, for now. I'm sure Father will recruit more of us once the war goes more in our favor although who knows when that'll happen.

     

    Regardless, my apartment number is 313, not that it matters. I enter it and it's... basically what I expected. It's bland, without a hint of personality. My bed sheets, pillow sheets, shudders, walls and floor are all black, same as everything else in here. Oh and I have a dresser/cabinet thing too. Oh and a desk.

     

    Ontop of it is something that's not black... surprising but... it's just a bunch of drawing paper, with a box of sketch pencils beside it. I guess I never really mentioned it before, chalk it up to not being that important, but back when I was just a regular anthro I loved to draw. I was never very good at it mind you, hands are so damn difficult, but even so it was a hobby of mine that I had.

     

    I kinda got back into it during my hacking training, as I felt that working with my fingers helped both my drawing and hacking skills, if only a little. Yeah I made the fingering sex joke last month I'm too tired to do it again. Ahem... anyway...

     

    Hannes left a written note with it. Guess that means he has security access to all our rooms. Makes sense since he's literally a Reaper administrator here but still, kind of creepy.

     

    Hey Vaine,

     

    I met with Sorcha today and she told me

    that you like to draw, so I thought I'd

    make you this. It's not much but I hope

    it can give you some moments of peace

    during this difficult time. I truly wish I

    was able to meet Toshia and Paisou.

    I offer you my sincere condolences.

    We will get him.

     

    ~ Hannes Wyrmskoll

     

    It's such a short letter but I cry a little bit while reading it. Makes me feel bad for kinda being secretly mean to him. Regardless... I think I'll sketch something before bed. For now though, I check out what's in my cabinet.

     

    Six more sets of military uniforms, three extra pairs of combat boots, six pairs of basic underwear, and four sets of bed sheets and pillow sheets. Oh and there's an empty metallic circular laundry basket beside the boots at the bottom, made of a dark silver metal. The military uniforms are hanging up on hangers, while the sheets are neatly folded in a small square shelf beside it. The dresser drawer part of the cabinet, below where the boots sit, is where my black shirts and gray panties and bras are.

     

    I don't know why I'm giving a detailed description of all that's in here but regardless, now you know, you are welcome.

     

    I take my boots I've worn all day and set them next to the inside part of the entryway, before putting my military jacket, shirt and pants into the laundry bin. I take off my bra and scorched crotchless panties and put them onto the table. I spend the next probably half hour cleaning them and then converting them into a pair of blue underwear. Although the panties have to basically be a thong to make up for the loss of crotch material. They're not a super thin G-String of course but like almost half of my butt will hang out now when I wear these.

     

    After that's done I fold them up and put them away, and I spend the next ten minutes or so converting a standard pair of dull gray undies to pure white ones.

     

    Now, those who are shrewd may have already realized that these colors are indeed.. the same one's as Paisou's and Toshia's fur, most of it anyway. Is it very silly and stupid to make tribute panties based on the colors of my dead lovers pubic hair? Maybe... but I wanted to do it.

     

    It'll give me slightly more underwear variety while at The Citadel at least... not that anyone will care... unless they see it before we fuck.

     

    Regardless, I put the freshly made virgin colored panties away and begin to draw. I spend hours sketching it I think but I really wanted to do this before I went to bed. I'm not really sleepy just exhausted. Does that make any sense to anyone but me? Don't know, don't care.

     

    Despite that I drew something that makes me smile so... it's worth it.

     

    ToshiaandPaisouSketch01.thumb.png.f28dd3f75a57769957655ed52ae9de68.png

     

    Yeah I forgot to give Paisou hair and his hands are abit wonky and Toshia's head is slightly too big but-

     

    Look... drawing is hard ok? Piss off.

     

    Speaking of piss, I go into my almost all black bathroom and urinate into the toilet for about forty seconds. It feels nice and makes me horny. I should feel bad about feeling like this on a day like today but... whatever, again I don't care too much. Maybe that's a bad thing but it is what it is.

     

    After a normal and calm pee I brush my teeth and get into the shower. Wiping all the stress and sweat from my body feels so nice, even though I've already showered twice today.

     

    Nothing much else happens, I get out after a few minutes, dry myself off with a towel, I have three large ones and four washcloths by the way, then I toss it into the laundry bin without much thought. As I close my cabinet door and am about to shut my shutters and lights off before bed, I hear a knock at my door.

     

    I don't really care who it is so I open the door while naked. Is it someone I know? Is it a rapist? It's Axel. He blushes slightly at seeing me but regardless he quickly looks up. Aww no getting raped tonight, sad.

     

    "Hey Vaine." He scratches his head. "Just wanted to check in on you. How're you doing?"

     

    "I'm ok... considering the circumstances." I feel my body grow hot as he looks at me. "Do... do you wanna spend the night here?"

     

    I regret asking that as soon as I say it.

     

    "Sorry... I shouldn't have said that." I look away feeling guilty. "I know you have Eris now I just-"

     

    "I get it, we're both beautiful people Vaine." He laughs it off. "Eris and I may decide to come for a... visit like that soon, but only if she's comfortable with it."

     

    "Understandable." I nod.

     

    I step away from the door for a second and show Axel the picture I drew of Toshia and Paisou.

     

    "This is really nice Vaine... thanks for showing me." Axel almost gets emotional as he hands it back to me.

     

    "Thank you. I'll try to print off a copy for everyone... if something like that exists here. I'm sure it does... maybe." I ramble on a bit.

     

    "Anyway I'm glad you're... hanging in there. I just wanted to let you know that you can rely on me if you need anything. Don't hesitate to contact me at any time on the ReaperChat app. I'm going to train really fucking hard... and smash Ozaj's face to pieces when I get the chance. I will not let this go until he's fucking dead."

     

    "Thanks Axel... really. That means a lot." I manage to smile for probably the first time today, one that wasn't forced on me.

     

    "Did... Paisou say anything to you? Before the end?" He inquires.

     

    "No. It all happened too quickly." I frown again. "Ozaj did say one thing though... but not to me."

     

    "What did he say?" Axel gets a serious look on his face.

     

    "He said..." I stop for a moment, then look him in the eyes.

     

    "I'm sorry that this happened to you."

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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!

  6. 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 🙂

  7. 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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  8. 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.

     

  10. 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.”

     

  12. 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]

  13. 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.

     

    —--------------

     

    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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    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.

  14. 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?

  15. People whose kinks are rooted in humiliation/degradation, does it negatively impact your wellbeing/self-esteem?

    I know for sure that my kinks formed from previous traumas (years of verbal, physical and even sexual bullying growing up, abusive relationships etc) all contributed, to the point where I can't really reach "full" turned on unless I'm being degraded, doing something degrading, or imagining that scenario.

    However once the act is done and you get the post-o slump, its been getting worse and worse for me. The "why am I here? What the fuck did I just look at? What am I doing?". Even developing the messing one caused me to feel so ashamed and depressed I wanted to SH for years. I kind of even used it as self harm sometimes when I felt bad about myself, to make myself feel even worse. I definitely feel like it hasn't helped my self esteem at the very least. Mainly only being able to get off when imagining something degrading, something formed from traumatic experiences can't be good for me in the long run.

    Have you tried ignoring or getting rid of your kinks related to degradation/humiliation? Telling a therapist about it? What have you done to combat those side feelings of shame, low self-esteem, disgust?

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  17. Download Full Image Set

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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.

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  18. 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.

  19. 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.

  20. 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.”

     

  21. I started my training with a few baseline measurements, with no measurements above 260mL, and no urges above a 7. I explained my urgency rating system in my introduction blog post, but I included the scale at the bottom here as well. Up until recently, I had been emptying my bladder at the slightest urge. If I want to not feel the need to go so easily and actually have better capacity, I’ll need to work on it. I thought that going 150mL at a 5 was respectable, but it would be more impressive if it could be twice that output, or even more.

     

    My very first measurements were in a makeshift measurement container – a recyclable plastic jar, with some markings on the side based on filling gradually with a measuring cup. Then my boyfriend and I got a graduated cylinder that goes up to 1L (and like I mentioned before, it’s possible I’ll need an upgrade someday). We kept the makeshift jar, in case we both need to urgently relieve ourselves while still measuring our capacity.

     

    The time I hit 400mL was my first real deliberate hold. My boyfriend encouraged me to keep holding longer than I would have otherwise. It was just me holding by myself As I’m starting I’m sure this is helpful. But later I’ll want to see how well I can motivate myself. (To be continued.) My boyfriend audited the data collection and made sure it was done with integrity. But it was clear I had performed respectably, and my output in the cylinder showed.

     

    This was my best performance up to this point, but it was overshadowed by one of my boyfriend’s a week before. He went over 460mL at only a 7. What seems impressive is getting high output for low urgency ratings. So at this point, he’s more impressive than me, which is what I expected to begin with. Let’s see how I improve, and maybe someday I’ll outdo him.

     

    Something I’ll be doing more so as I continue is deliberately drinking more. I’ve learned through some experience and hearing from others that holding for many hours won’t always have impressive results. I appreciate the encouragement and suggestions I’ve received from connections on OmoOrg and PeeFans.

     

     

     

     

    Until next time,

     

    Rita

     

     

     

     

     

    Urgency rating scale

     

    1

    Preemptive, no feeling

    2

    Preemptive, bit of feeling

    3

    Nuisance, low

    4

    Nuisance, medium

    5

    Nuisance, high

    6

    Urge, low

    7

    Urge, medium

    8

    Urge, high

    9

    Urgent and antsy

    10

    Desperate!

     

     

    X

    Exceeded boundaries - not good

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