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  1. Hi everyone. Sorry for posting this on such short notice, but I didn't really have the time to do it earlier, so I had to get on it now.

    In my previous blog post, I mentioned that tomorrow, I might be required to come in to do some work on my previous casual job that I was phasing out in favour of my new one at Seeing Machines as I did not seem to be enlisted on their roster for tomorrow or Saturday, and this would mean that I would have to reschedule my planned hold on Discord. Well, as it turns out, the managers there would like me to come in, and while it is only for a small amount of work, it will still need to be done in the morning. Fortunately, the CIT class that I usually have on Thursday mornings isn't running at the moment as we're just working on an assessment item that includes a presentation component, which do not seem like they will be done until from next week onwards. Because of this, I've decided to push my hold back from tomorrow to Thursday. Thankfully, this still lines up my preference of trying to space each hold apart by half a month, so I can make such a change in good conscience (with regards to my OCD, of course).

  2. 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?

  3. 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?

  4. Latest Entry

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    Hello everyone!

    As you may have already noticed, OmoOrg has undergone some changes recently.

    The first and most apparent update is our revamped forum overview page, which now features art of our one and only Shizuku drawn by @hitsujiomo!

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  5. 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.

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

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

     

     

  6. 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.

  7. A Late Night at the Office
    An archived interactive fiction thread with images. Original run date - 11/17/21

    Laramie Halford spends a late night at work, trying to get an important coding project done, but when a little too much coffee to drink starts causing problems for the poor panda, she soon discovers that a full bladder is the least of her worries... and perhaps one of the best things to happen to her in years. This is an archived record of an interactive fiction that ran on the Omorashi.Org Discord server back in November of 2021. It includes multiple images throughout, and features ongoing narration. It's about 56 pages with images. I wish I could include a better image for the thumbnail, but my more dramatic shots would be spoilers 😉

    This interactive was produced using Alchemy Viewer AgileAkita for Second Life.

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  8. "Can you hold it?"

    "I don't know," I whimpered through gritted teeth, rocking back and forth with my hands wedged under my crotch. God, I had to piss so bad it hurt. It hurt so bad I was crying. My bladder felt like it was actually going to explode. Every bump in the road caused the liquid to slosh around inside me. I had been holding in a fart out of fear that it might make me leak.

    "It's only like, ten minutes at the most until we get to my house," Serena said.

    "Dude, that's too long," I said, changing my sitting position again. "I have to go really bad."

    Serena sighed. "You always do this."

    "I do not always do this!"

    "We're always stopping so you can go to the bathroom! We're literally so close right now. You really can't wait?"

    My belly was visibly bulging. "I don't know," I said, squirming.

    "I'll drive faster," she said.

    I'd had to pee since we got to the beach, but I couldn'd bring myself to go in the water. I don't know why. Now I'm just grateful that I have a towel underneath me, because God knows my bikini bottoms aren't going to be absorbent enough.

    I stuck my hand inside the waistband, squeezing myself directly. I felt it on my fingers when I spurted, making me squeeze even tighter. "Oh my goddd..." I moaned. "Are we almost there??"

    "I already said we were," Serena replied, annoyed.

    I felt like I was going to explode. As the clock ticked forward and 

  9. 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.

  10. 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.”

     

  11. 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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    Start with your bladder at 8/10.Watch water world or a two hour movie. You got to stand with your legs spread apart. And wearing only panties. You are not allowed to pee until the movie ends.

  12. So just got a nice package of new nappies and popped one on 

     

    I wonder if it will still be dry later

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    2020 was a fairly productive year for me. All I did was stay home and draw omo... a lot of omo.

    For all the support I’ve received, both financially and emotionally, I truly am grateful. On the practical side of things, financial support from my patrons  allows me to continue drawing omo for a living. I used to work in food service and draw as a hobby, but I was so exhausted from work that I couldn’t produce much. I want to continue to make a lot of high quality content for everyone, and Patreon helps make that possible.

    It’s not just money that sustains me, though. I’ve been very lucky to receive a lot of positive feedback, and even some constructive criticism. This tells me that people care about my art, which motivates me to keep going. To everyone who followed, liked,  or commented on my art, I really wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart. So... THANK YOU!!!!!

    I have some cool stuff planned for next year, so stay tuned! My plans are to make more comics and to practice animation.

    Cheers, everyone! Happy new year!!

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  13. In the heart of Hyrule’s most barren desert, there lay the oasis of Gerudo Town. Exclusive to women (vai, in Gerudo tongue), the city was famed for many things: its beautiful jewelry, first-class shopping, and the strong and proud Gerudo warriors, to name a few. It was also known for the popular bar The Noble Canteen, where a Gerudo named Deltan currently sat, nursing her sorrows.

     

    “‘I don’t like girls twice my height,’” she groaned, slurring her words. “But I’m only eight feet tall!” She downed the rest of her drink and called over to Furosa, the bartender. “Hey! Bring me another!”

    “I think you’ve had quite enough, young lady,” Furosa replied.

    “N-nonshense!” Deltan protested. “I’ve only had… uh, I forget how many.”

    “Look, it’s getting dark,” Furosa said with a sigh. “I have to close up shop.”

    Reluctantly, Deltan got to her feet, tossed some coins onto the bar, and staggered out the door.

    “I’ll be buh-back tomorrow,” she proclaimed.

    “I don’t doubt that,” Furosa muttered, watching the drunken Gerudo leave.

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    In the outskirts of the city, a lone figure paced back and forth. It stopped briefly and adjusted the veil over its face. Link, the hero of Hyrule, had been in worse predicaments, but never one this odd. As if having to cross-dress to enter Gerudo City wasn’t enough, he was now faced with a new dilemma: how to relieve himself without blowing his cover. He had been searching for Korok seeds at sunset when he felt a sudden urge in his bladder. All the liquid-filled hydromelons he had consumed to keep cool were coming back to haunt him.

     

    Normally, Link would have just found an out-of-the-way shrub or tree. However, his need was so urgent this time that he doubted he would make it far from the city. And while he wasn’t technically inside the walls, the Gerudo guards were on duty all day and night. If one of them saw him peeing while standing, it would raise some questions at the very least. 

     

    Another surge, stronger this time, hit him, and Link realized he had no choice. Looking around for anyone who might be watching, he ran up to one of the outer walls for some cover. He pulled down the front of his sirwal just enough to let his penis out and relaxed his bladder. A steady stream of urine flowed out, striking the wall and running down to the ground, where it was swallowed by the desert sand. Link sighed in relief. Then he heard footsteps approaching…

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    Deltan tried to make her way home, but it wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be spinning, and it was really starting to get dark now. Walking near the edge of the city limits, she started to feel the other effects of all the alcohol she had consumed. Furosa experimentally put a hand on her midsection and was surprised at the size of the bulge she felt.

    “Oooh.. so full,” she mumbled. “Gotta… gotta.. pssshhh…”

    Deltan hissed out the onomatopoeia and felt a few drops of urine trickle down her legs, urged on by the sound.

     

    “Gotta… do it now!” Deltan moaned. As fast as she could, she staggered out a gateway to the city’s outer walls. Even though she was drunk, she still had the presence of mind to not want to be seen doing something like this. Furosa found a wall that looked isolated enough and dropped her pants to her ankles. It was only then that she noticed a tinkling noise coming from her right. She turned and saw something that she had missed in the darkness, something unusual: a Hylian dressed in Gerudo garb, standing and urinating against the wall.

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    Link’s heart began to race as the Gerudo woman approached him and disrobed. He turned away and tried to finish his business quickly, but his stream was showing no signs of slowing down.

    “Hey!”

    Link began to panic. If the Gerudo recognized him as a man, he’d never be let back in the city.

    “Hey!” the Gerudo called again. “Yesh, you!”

    This is it, Link thought. I’m done for.

    “Hey! Lishen!” the Gerudo slurred. Link braced himself for the worst.

    “Hey, w-where’d you learn to pish like a Gerudo?”

    Huh? A look of confusion clouded Link’s face. What is she talking about?

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    Seeing the confusion on the Hylian vai’s face, Deltan decided that a demonstration was in order.

    “Yuh-you know, like this!”Deltan took two fingers and spread her labia like the wings of a Keese. She allowed her bladder to let go, and a thick stream gushed from between her legs at an almost horizontal angle. It easily put the Hylian’s trickle to shame, sending droplets flying as it showered the wall in a chaotic spray. Deltan took a few steps backwards to avoid the backsplash and admire the success of her efforts. All Gerudo warriors were taught to relieve themselves standing up; it was much more convenient than squatting. Still, Furosa doubted many could achieve the distance or power she was currently getting. She laughed as her veritable waterfall of pee continued to soak the stone.

    “Shee this, Hylian? This is how we Guh-Gerudo do it!”

     

    After an eternity, Deltan’s bladder was finally empty. She pulled her pants back up and noted with pride that the sand was barely absorbing any of her puddle. 

    “Whadya think of that?” she asked, turning towards the smaller vai, who had finished peeing much earlier. The Hylian was bug-eyed. She stared unblinkingly at Deltan for a moment before dashing off, hands covering her groin.

    “Wha whuzzat all about?” Deltan wondered aloud. She shrugged. “Hylians, huh?”

  14. The sun was high in the sky on a hot July day, beating down on the asphalt surrounding a gas station. It was an old building, probably built a good 50 or 60 years ago during the heyday of highway expansion in North America. Nonetheless, a faded sign on the edge of the parking lot proudly declared "LAURIER COUNTY PETROLEUM". The only car in the parking lot was a tired-looking Chevy pickup truck. Not a customer in sight. The only sign that the building was even occupied was a neon "OPEN" sign in the window and the hum of a rooftop air conditioner.

    Just then, a little Toyota hatchback pulled off the highway and into the parking lot. A woman wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt opens the door and hops out of the driver's seat. She's clearly a long way from home and many miles away from any other bathroom. Lucky for her, she found this place in the nick of time. She pushes open the door to the gas station and walks right to the cashier.

    "Um, can I use your guys's bathroom?"

    The cashier was a 40something year old man wearing brown aviator glasses and a button-up plaid shirt. He had some stubble on his face and wore a nametag that said "RON". He was also smoking a cigarette, which is probably breaking a whole lot of safety laws for a gas station. He stared at the woman for a second.

    "Yeah, sure. 's 'round back. Y'don't need a key."

    "Okay. Thank you!" Phew. Just in time. The woman headed out of the store and walked around behind it. There were two doors on the back wall, one marked "MALE" and one marked "FEMALE". The woman grabbed the handle to the woman's room. Nothing. Oh dear. She knocked on the door, then waited a second, all the while stepping from foot to foot.

    "Hello? Is somebody in there?"

    No answer.

    "Could you hurry up in there?" She hesitated. "I really have to go!"

    Again, no answer. The guy said she didn't need a key, right? She hesitated for a minute, then tried the handle to the men's room. Same thing, the door wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pushed or how she turned the knob. What is going on here?

    Just then, she noticed a white steel panel mounted in the wall beside the door. Huh? She took a closer look. It was a coin slot, like the kind you'd see on arcade cabinets. There was also some text above the slot.

    "WASHROOM ACCESS 50 CENTS QUARTERS ONLY"

    What the hell? That couldn't be legal. It wasn't where the woman was from. But her bladder wasn't going to give her any time to complain. Annoyed, the woman pulled out her wallet. She was starting to dance around a bit more in front of the door. A little embarrassing, but nobody was around to see it at least. She fished through every pocket of her wallet. Nothing but a few nickels and a dime. Not even thirty cents, and no quarters. Uh oh. The woman also had a $20 and a $50 bill and a couple credit cards. But not one quarter. 

    The woman hurried around the front of the store then went back inside, right back to the cashier. She pulled the $20 out of her wallet.

    "Hi, um, can you make change for a twenty?"

    "S'rry. Can't make change 'less you buy somethin'. Company policy."

    "Please, can you make an exception just this once? I only need two quarters." The woman was trying not to hold herself in front of the man. 

    The man's expression remained unchanged. "Rules is rules, lady." He pulled out another cigarette from a carton of Marlboro Golds and lit the new cigarette off the butt of his current one. "Can't make 'ceptions. 'll lose m'job." 

    Angered, disgusted, and above all desperate to pee, the woman hurried into the back of the store and looked for something, anything, that she could buy to make change. She grabbed a bag of chips off a shelf without even checking the price tag, then hurried back to the counter. She handed him a $20.

    "There. There you go, I bought something."

    "Thank ya, miss. Change is $17.05."

    What? The woman was practically dancing at the counter by now. "I just told you I needed two quarters!"

    "Bag a' Ruffles comes out t' $17.05 in ch-"

    The woman angrily grabbed a barbeque lighter out of a display on the counter and slammed it down. "I'm buying this! What is my change now?"

    "Uhhh... $14.70." The man counted it out. Every coin felt like it took an eternity to be counted. She could feel the weight of all the liquid in her bladder, aching to come out. The pressure was becoming too great. Not here, she thought. For the love of God, don't let me pee myself here...

    "Here ya go. Thanks fer stoppin' in." The woman was out the door with her change before "Ron" finished his sentence. She dropped the crap she had bought on the hood of her car and hurried around back of the gas station once again. Her underwear felt a bit damp. Had she leaked? She hoped not. Right back to the woman's door she went. The woman opened her palm and looked at the coins she had been given. Where were the quarters? She desperately shuffled through the coins, dancing on the spot. She found one then shoved it in.

    ktchunk

    The mechanism accepted it. She looked through, then found the other! She slipped it in the slot and pushed the handle.

    Nothing. What? The woman panicked for a second as she felt her underwear get a little bit wetter. She looked at the slot. The coin return had spit the quarter back out. She took it out of the return and shoved it back in. It came out again. She tried a third time. And, of course, out it comes. She pushes on the door as hard as she can, practically trying to bust it down. She starts pounding on it with the hand that isn't jammed into her crotch in a futile effort to try and stop herself from having an accident. The woman is on the verge of tears. Her bladder is at its absolute limit! Why isn't this working?! Infuriated, the woman pulls out the quarter and looks at it.

    It's not a quarter. It's a silver Chuck-E-Cheese token.

    The woman's bladder bursts. Her hand suddenly feels warm as pee soaks right through her panties and jean shorts. It streams down her legs, soaking her sneakers and socks. She starts to form a puddle on the concrete outside the door. By the time she's done peeing, her shorts are soaked and urine has made its way to a nearby storm drain, making a trickling sound. 

    As the defeated woman walks back to her car, she whips the token at the front window of the gas station. It makes a loud ping sound as it ricochets off the glass. The woman gets back into her Toyota and pulls back onto the highway with her middle finger pointing out of the window at the gas station the whole time.



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    Thanks to @Citrus for the story idea!

  15. "Aqua...please hurry back..." Megumin shuddered and tightly gripped the blanket on Aqua's bed as the crimson demon sat atop the mattress, her fingers trembling as her chest heaved. The arch-priest was currently busy roaming the halls of the mansion, exorcising ghosts, so if someone needed her, they were out of luck. It was definitely nice to receive a mansion for the trouble, living quarters far beyond anything Megumin had experienced before, but the trade-off was intense. The arch-wizard was desperate for safety and security when faced with the threat of haunting, which was why she had left her own bed in search of companionship.

    But that was far from her most desperate desire right now. As she sat squirming and wiggling, the events that led to her finding her way here replayed in her mind. Megumin had her share of trouble falling asleep, eyes wide open as she hid from the ghosts beneath her sheets pulled up to her nose, but it wasn't long before the drinks ingested during dinner caught up with her, and it wasn't long after that before it became painfully obvious that she wouldn't last until morning. Cue the mad dash to Aqua's bedroom for capable company to stand guard. So she could go pee.

    It was bad. She was no stranger to having a full bladder, thanks to her continued insistence that "crimson demons don't use the bathroom", but this was a step, or two, or two dozen, beyond even that. The mass of urine simmered away inside her tummy, forming a lump beneath the loose fabric of her red pajama shirt, cramping the muscles keeping the liquids still, even as the small girl attempted to temper the pain by crossing her legs, and squeezing the crotch of her pants in both palms.

    For a moment, it seemed like that was enough to keep her steady for a while longer. That is, until a stabbing surge of hot pain stiffened her muscles, leaving her able to do nothing but feel the sudden splotch of warm dampness across her panties. "Eep!" It was a short squirt, leaving nothing but a wet patch the size of a single Eris coin, but the mere fact that she had leaked at all was alarming. "I can't believe it... I'm gonna wet myself if Aqua doesn't get back here now! Hell, it doesn't have to be her, I'll take anyone! It can be Darkness! It can even be...Kazuma..." That last name was spoken with increased hesitation, clearly a last resort. No girl wanted a guy like Kazuma standing watch for them while they peed. But even still, she considered it. Anything was better than being imprisoned in this bedroom by her own fear.

    Well, there was one thing worse, and just her luck, there it was outside the door: a loud pounding threatening to bust the thing down, all backed by a voice hollering "AQUA! AQUA!"

    "AAHHHHHH!" Megumin wanted nothing more than to scramble away, hide under the bed, but she just couldn't get her body to obey. It was taking all her strength and concentration to keep her urine inside in spite of her fear, a fear so intense that she might have wet herself even if she wasn't positively bursting. Her pupils shook and shrunk, she could only choke out tiny squeals, and the chill than ran through her veins only served to accentuate the warmth in her pants.

    Despite her prayers, the door did not hold, and whatever sat on the other side forced its way in with the ferocity of a furious beast. Cue a scream of bloodcurdling terror from both Megumin and the intruder. It was only upon hearing their voice and seeing their form that Megumin recognized the trespasser as Kazuma, who was not pleased with the deafening shouts that he definitely didn't contribute to. "What the hell was that for?! You nearly made me piss myself!"

    "S-same to you!" Truthfully, while she had been seemingly too afraid to even pee her pants, the shock did result in another warm spurt. Even knowing that she wore black panties, she dreaded seeing the damage they had sustained, and all from leaks. Yet she was still bursting. "What are you doing in here? This is Aqua's bedroom!"

    "Yeah, I know! So what are you doing here?!"

    Megumin hesitated, looking at Kazuma with nervous eyes. She had a perfectly normal reason to be in this room, it was just an incredibly embarrassing one, one that revolved around her "feminine needs". But there wasn't much she could do to avoid the question, so she dropped eye-contact and started mumbling. "W-well, I heard some weird noises in my room, so I wanted her help." Her volume dropped even further, to the point that she was barely audible. "You know, to stand guard while I...go pee."

    "Damn it, so we had the same idea..." Stiffly, Kazuma strolled across the bedroom, towards the large door on the opposite end that led to the outside. "Megumin, you're gonna have to turn the other way and cover your ears while I'm out on the balcony."

    The crimson demon knew exactly where he was going with that. Truthfully, she had at one point considered the same solution, squatting out on the porch and aiming her pee between the guardrail bars, letting it splash from the second story down into the yard in a warm puddle, steaming in the winter air. The only reason she hadn't gone through with it was a sense of shame, something Kazuma clearly lacked.

    And if that was the case, it was Megumin's duty to set him straight by tugging on his tracksuit shirt as he passed. "Where do you think you're going?"

    Kazuma did not look back. "Let go. Or you'll be responsible for the puddle on Aqua's floor."

    That was the last picture Megumin needed to imagine, or more accurately, imagine again. Yes, when her waves of desperation hit their hardest, the arch-wizard did fear the possibility that her hold would fail, that she'd leave a spectacular mess on Aqua's floor or Aqua's bed. That humiliating scene had yet to pass, but the chance that it still could was very much real, and even the knowledge that Kazuma was answering nature's call in his own way would be enough to make it happen. No, whatever it took, she could not let that happen. "I'm not letting go."

    That prompted Kazuma to fight, hard enough to make Megumin jump out of bed in order to hold him back, a jolt far too sudden for the poor crimson demon's bladder. Cue yet another spurt of dampness, warmth that sent ice up her spine. "Ah! W-what even makes you think you can do s-something like that in here," she fiercely argued. "You pervert!"

    "Oh, bite me! Nobody's stopping you from doing the same thing! You can use that bottle on the floor," Kazuma, while using one hand to pry Megumin's hand off his shirt, pointed at an empty glass champagne bottle on Aqua's floor.

    Megumin had considered that possibility as well; in fact, she considered it first, relieving herself into the container already present in the room she felt safe, but that one went out the window when she began weighing that option. Simply put, there was no way a girl like her could pee in a bottle without also spilling it everywhere. But she wouldn't say that was why she turned it down. "W-why would you even suggest that?! Is watching girls do stuff like that how you get your kicks?!"

    "Will you just get your hands off me already?!" Kazuma tried to pull away even harder, using his larger body to drag Megumin with him, the threads of his clothing stretching and fraying. So, instead of continuing with his attempts to pull her hand off, he covered her face with his hand and pushed from there, smushing her nose against his palm. At that angle, he was looking in the direction of the door, and when his gaze drifted from the crimson demon, the color drained from his face and the fight left his body.

    Feeling him go limp, Megumin's own grip loosened, as fear welled up in the pit of her stomach again. Trembling, she turned her head and upper body to see what turned Kazuma speechless, and she found it: the door wide open, when they had never heard it move, its frame filled from floor to ceiling with small dolls, eyes shining in the moonlight, every single one of them trained on the two. Megumin's mouth hung agape, though the only sounds that came from within were small chokes and squeaks, unable to form even a mindless scream. She was present enough to pee a little, however.

    And the spurt only worsened when Kazuma took her by the hand and dragged her along as he ran towards the door frame, barreling through the possessed puppets like they were toys, kicking the wall aside with his unyielding tackle. The sudden jerking and yanking caught Megumin off-guard, and not only did her high-pitched squeal echo through the mansion halls, a spout sprang forth in her pajamas, reaching the threshold where it very well could be visible from the outside, on her pants.

    At this rate, there was only one way she was making it to the bathroom. "Kazuma, go right!"

    "What?! What does it matter?!"

    "Just do it!" In the face of Megumin's stern insistence, the adventurer could do nothing but obey, dragging her along down the dimly-lit hallway, to where Megumin knew the toilet lay. "I'm gonna make it," she whispered in the stride. "There's gonna be a real waterfall as soon as I do, but I'll make it." Plenty of scary stuff was happening tonight, but she no longer needed to fear an accident, and that was enough to make her feel strong.

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

    "Kazuma? Are you still there?"

    "Yes, I'm out here."

    "A-are you sure? You won't leave?"

    "Agh, just hurry the hell up in there! Or you're going to be the one cleaning the floor!"

    "D-don't be so pushy! I can't go with that kind of pressure!" True to her determination, Megumin had made it to the bathroom without wetting herself. Or, rather, without having a complete accident, because it was just ludicrous to expect a girl her size to avoid any leaks, not at this stage of desperation. And, thanks to an impressively cute set of red puppy-dog eyes, she had stolen first dibs on the toilet from Kazuma, wasting no time in sequestering herself within the tiny water closet.

    Once inside, Megumin wasted no time, hurrying to undress. Gripping the waist of her pants with both hands, the arch-wizard shoved them down with every point of strength on her adventurer card, watching them crumple at her ankles with a soft "thud". Next, of course, came her underwear, which followed the same procedure, with one major distinction: the sensation of removing her panties. Thanks to their immediate proximity to the urine dripping free, the black garment was heavily saturated with cooling dampness soaked between every fiber, so while the effort required to remove them was no greater, her panties peeled off her privates with a disgusting stickiness, leaving trace amounts of pee on her skin and folds. And the source lay to rest with her pants, in a pile on the floor at her feet.

    Those were the events that led to the present, with Megumin sitting on the toilet seat. All should have been well. There was just one thing missing, one critical element this small bathroom was devoid of: the sound of flowing water. Even within the confines of these walls, the memory of the ghost doll attack mere minutes prior had not left the crimson demon's mind, and even now, she felt unsafe, like any of those spirits could overpower Kazuma and force their way in while she was...busy, and unable to stand up. Under those circumstances, it was no wonder that she couldn't relax enough for her bladder to void its contents.

    "Please... I'm begging you, I really, really need to pee," she pleaded to herself. Even as no physical obstacles stood between her urethral tract and the bowl of water below, she just couldn't force even a drop out. A cruel irony; she had needed to try so hard to hold the solid mass of liquid beneath her stomach before, when it turned out that her fear was enough to do the trick, even though she no longer wanted it. Yet the outward pressure continued to boil over, threatening to burst her bladder like a bomb strong enough to rival her greatest Explosion magic. She needed relief, so, though it flew in the face of all common sense, Megumin slipped one foot out from the leg of her pants, allowing it to cross over the other and press down, squirming in her seat with hips twisting to and fro, using the combined force of both thighs to keep her delicate magehood closed. She found herself wishing that she sat atop a throne without a hollow center, so that she could grind those female parts against something solid. Anything to help her hold.

    "Mmgh...this is absolutely unbearable..." With two fingers, she pressed down on the bulging bladder making a mound on her shirt, with the idea that maybe she just needed to get past the initial dam for the river to flow, and a little force wouldn't hurt. Well, that assumption was wrong. Being so flush with pee left her bladder no malleability, now hard as a rock (or half as hard as Darkness). Instead of putting pressure solely on the wall that kept the vast urine in, the attempt gave the warm fluids nowhere to run, and they had no choice but to press outwards in every direction. "AGH!" And that hurt like hell. Like a water balloon, its rubber stretched and strained to its thinnest, having more pressure applied by the liquid it held, all with nerves to feel the pain, multiplied by her own frantic desperation.

    "Megumin, get the hell out of there! If you're not going to do anything, give it up to somebody who needs it!"

    And not helping matters in the slightest was Kazuma constantly yelling at her. How was a girl supposed to relieve herself with this kind of stress? "H-how do you even know what I'm doing?! Are you listening?! You're listening, aren't you?! What kind of pervert listens to a girl go pee?!"

    "Gah, quit whining! Just piss and get out!"

    Though his tone was overwhelming, Kazuma had a point. Megumin had been sitting on the cold toilet seat for minutes now, with nary a drop dripping down. At this rate, she really was going to burst, and dying from a ruptured bladder while sitting on the toilet would be a terrible way for the greatest arch-wizard and future leader of the crimson demon clan to go. "That isn't the kind of explosion I want to meet my end with..."

    There was only one thing to do. Closing her eyes, Megumin began slowly inhaling, continuing with the breath until her lungs were as stuffed as her bladder, and then reversed the process with a warm wind. At first, the breathing was shallow, very thin and sharp, but as the cycle looped, each subsequent inhalation became fuller, more natural, each small wind blowing away a small portion of the anxiety that kept her fluids frozen. That's when, little by little, she began to see results, when a trickle of urine gently drizzling into still water began to ring in her ears. It was slow, not consistent in its rain as it stopped and restarted several times, but the facts didn't lie: Megumin had successfully begun peeing.

    There wasn't much to say on the subject of the relief itself, seeing as it didn't exist. The leaks she made were literal drops in the bucket, making no tangible difference in the face of the full bucket that weighed heavily in her stomach. The only comfort she gained was in the knowledge that, given enough time, she would empty. Maybe if she continued like this, the pace would pick up and she'd be peeing normally before long.

    Or maybe somebody would come knocking, hard enough that the door began to bend against its hinges. "Megumin! Get out of there now!"

    With that one simple shout, Megumin's tap was unceremoniously cut off, her feminine parts were quiet once more. "P-please be quiet, Kazuma! I really can't go with you shouting! I know you need to go too, you'll get your turn!" Once again, she began to concentrate on her breath.

    She didn't even get one inhale before Kazuma interrupted her yet again. "I'm not talking about that! Seriously, you need to get out!"

    "I-I'll leave when I'm done! Just be patient!" Since there was certainly no splashing water sound to mask it, Megumin could hear the more subtle noises outside the tiny bathroom. It wasn't easy to make sense of all the barely audible disturbances, she was pretty sure she was picking up Kazuma's rapid steps and hectic breathing, but there was something else out there that she only just noticed: a large collection of small clicks, growing louder and closer. A heavy mass, a second one, formed in the pit of her stomach as she realized what could make that sound.

    She wouldn't have to wait long to confirm it, as the restroom door soon sprung open. However, it wasn't ghosts awaiting the crimson demon in the hall, but something much more familiar, potentially even scarier: a frantic Kazuma reaching for her with an outstretched arm. Caught with her pants down, it was all she could do to slam her knees together and cover her crotch with both hands. "Hey! Get out! Get out of here! AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

    Her screams for mercy did nothing to change Kazuma's heart, and his hand still made contact, gripping her upper arm tightly and pulling her off the toilet seat. A sudden jolt like that left Megumin no chance to prepare, and with one foot already freed from her pants, the other slipped out with little prompting. And Kazuma was so forceful, she had no chance to grab her clothes off the floor. The only thing her own thoughtlessly outstretched hand grabbed was some random thing off the lid of the toilet tank, carrying it off with her while leaving her pants and panties on the bathroom floor.

    And her shirt was nowhere near long enough to cover anything below the belt. If she stretched it out and pulled it down, she could only just cover her unmentionables from the front, at least from Kazuma's higher eye level, though her more rounded behind would not be concealed so easily. She could only shield what she could from the lech dragging her further and further from her only chance at sweet release. Well, if they made it out of this, she'd easily be able to find her way back, with the trail of pee droplets she left with every step, the ripples in her bladder irritating it in just the wrong way.

    She would have sworn to direct an Explosion in Kazuma's direction tomorrow, were he not perfectly justified in taking her and running. Hot on their tails was the army of ghost dolls, making no movements as they flew towards the two adventurers, closing the gap with every second that passed. And, even when she knew exactly what to expect, Megumin kept looking back over and over, scaring herself with each glance. Not just because of the specters, though they were terrifying, but because of the tiny puddles on the floor, highly visible reflecting in the moonlight.

    The drops kept coming, and while a majority was cleanly raining onto the floor, more than she was okay with poured down her bare thighs instead, snaking down her legs' smooth skin. For a moment, the contrast was horrid, the warm pee touching skin that had been cooled by the winter's night air, and then following suit in falling temperature. Which, while more consistent, felt even worse. Her pee tonight wasn't especially yellow, so it may have been quite clear and mostly invisible to the untrained eye, but she could feel every bit of it, plain as day.

    Yet Kazuma was the one that felt like complaining. "Damn it, where the hell is Aqua?! These ghosts are seriously starting to get on my nerves! They didn't even give me a chance to piss! You were lucky, Megumin!"

    "W-what makes you think that's what I was doing?! Crimson demons don't use the bathroom."

    "Yeah, yeah, that's great. So what am I supposed to do?!"

    In the hectic chase, Megumin only just thought to look at the mystery item she stole from the bathroom. The hand it was held in had previously been flying loose behind her, and she only now used the strength to pull it in front of her face. And it turned out that she grabbed an empty flower vase. "Here, I took this," she offered, holding the vase to her comrade.

    Kazuma looked it over for a second, indignant the whole time. "And just what are you suggesting I do with that?"

    "That's pretty obvious, I think. I know I'd take the-"

    "Megumin, shh!" Pulling hard enough to strain her shoulder, Kazuma yanked the arch-wizard sharply around the corner, and almost immediately after the bend, angled into a door and quickly shut it behind them. "There. I don't think they'll find us in here. But who knows how long we're gonna be shut-ins in this damn closet, and I'm gonna burst if it's much longer." Even in the dark storeroom, Megumin could see Kazuma with his hand between his legs, quickly crossing and uncrossing them as he knelt by the door, clearly struggling, judging by the sweat on his face.

    And Megumin couldn't say she wasn't in the same boat: rocking in a sea of vast waves. Even if she had gotten a crack at using the can, she hadn't made any real use of it at all. Her bladder was just as bloated and distended as it had been while still waiting in Aqua's room, and letting a little pee out had only made the desire for further release far stronger, with no actual relief to ease the torture. She tried, though, with both hands pressing her shirt hard against her crotch, to reduce her agony even slightly. She could clearly feel pressure welling up, boiling over with urine heated by her body for far too long, so desperate that there was no way she'd suffer from a shy bladder were she to use the toilet now. Too bad this wasn't a bathroom.

    But that didn't exactly mean she had no hope. Since Kazuma wasn't taking the offer, Megumin still had the flower vase in her possession, empty and ready for some water. Like she was saying before, she'd take the hint, she knew that, under these dire circumstances, this thing could be used as an emergency toilet substitute. And locked in a closet, ghosts waiting right outside the door, Kazuma so close to her that she could feel his heat, Megumin began to see it as such.

    While obviously far from ideal, using the vase wasn't quite the worst way the mini arch-wizard could pee. Even if she was bursting at the seams now, Megumin didn't exactly have the biggest bladder, thanks to her small stature, so the container was large enough. While narrower than the base, the neck and mouth of the jar was wide enough that, were she to press it firmly against her urinary orifice, it would flow pretty cleanly. Plus, the biggest boon it presented: it was there. At this point, having anywhere she could pee was good enough.

    If only Kazuma weren't there. He wasn't a terrible person in her eyes, but she was almost certain that Kazuma would not take his eyes off, were she to answer nature's call in such close proximity. It was one thing to be bottomless, one terrible thing, but to purposefully expose herself in order to perform an act that no crimson demon, no girl, should ever let a member of the opposite sex witness.

    But it wasn't like she had much of a choice now. The white-hot mass of urine was burning like the sun, there was simply no room for another drop. A certain point of view would say that she was lucky that she had no pants to worry about wetting, but it hardly mattered. Within the next minute, the pee would either be bottled in the vase, or in a steaming puddle on the cold floor, assuredly one of the two. And while one may immediately assume that "not having an accident" would be the preferable alternative, taking that route would require Megumin to intentionally, deliberately pee in front of somebody. That was something to avoid.

    But was it truly a drastically worse outcome? Megumin was still pre-growth spurt (or so she claimed), so she still appeared several years younger than she truly was. She had always suffered with a smaller-than-average limit for pee, and when the other crimson demons at the academy back home could easily make it through class without running to the girls' room like she did nearly every day, she was bound to develop an inferiority complex on the matter. True, both outcomes would imply a weak bladder unable to hold enough, but at least using the vase demonstrated a choice, a decision on where to relieve herself made by a factor beyond simply reaching her limit, even if there were mere seconds between that and the flood.

    It was a difficult decision, and Megumin was taking time she didn't have to come to the most modest conclusion. And with each passing second of deliberation, her desperate need grew louder and more convincing, her bladder working against her brain to say she should just let go all over herself. And even in the intermediate time, it was getting its way in some capacity, constantly leaking to sate her need, or at least trying to, creating a sheen of cooled urine down the inside her of her thighs, gathering in a small, but expanding, puddle beneath her butt as she knelt on the floor.

    There was one person that wasn't going to be so patient, however. "Gah, I can't take it anymore," Kazuma shouted out of nowhere. "I'm going to piss myself any second!" Jumping to his feet, the adventurer rushed to the door, dramatically grabbed the knob, and shoved it outwards. It only moved a fraction of its range before hitting something hard, with Aqua's head, earning a whine and a cry from the arch-priest. Not that Kazuma cared in the slightest, running past his injured party member with not a care beyond his own need.

    Aqua, however, was more than willing to dwell on it, clutching the spot on her head that the door had crashed into. "Ow! How can Kazuma be so inconsiderate and rude to his beloved goddess?! Especially after I saved his sorry ass exorcising all the ghosts!"

    Darkness, who had joined Aqua for her ghost busting along the way, saw it in a different light. "Yes, Kazuma isn't the sort to go easy on women for any reason. So inconsiderate and selfish, always getting his own way...MMMMMMPFH," she panted and moaned, possibly dirtying her pajamas with a wetness far different than the kind Megumin was afraid of.

    She had reason to be afraid, because that wetness was breaking down her door of resolve, and her failure was fast approaching. "D-damn it, he got a head start! If he gets to the bathroom b-before I can... I'll never make it!" Carefully and worriedly taking one hand off her crotch, she placed her palm flat on the floor, using it to prop herself up so that she could stand. She moved like she was petrified head to toe, but she still moved, just slowly.

    Too slowly. Before she had even gotten off her knees, her time ran out, and doom had come for her. It started quiet, a trickle of water only mildly more worrisome than her usual leakings, but Megumin had an informed premonition that this was only the beginning. And sure enough, the sound increased, dripping onto the hard wooden floor with rising ferocity until it could no longer be called "leaking". Trails on her thighs grew hot, snaking downwards to her feet, which never had the chance to cool down when a puddle of tepid liquid surrounded it at all times, encircling more and more as time passed.

    And then the dam burst. What was seconds before a gentle creek, albeit one comprised of gross urine, all at once morphed into a river, and the puddle a lake. Megumin didn't even have the time to truly realize what was happening before it had completely taken hold, and her bladder had offered total surrender. This little girl had suddenly sprouted a deadly torrent, an overwhelming symphony, or cacophony, of crashing water, a foul odor, and disgusting warmth all over her bare skin.

    Yet, despite that heat, Megumin shivered, frozen with shame. Yes, she was a bit smaller and younger than those around her, but that didn't mean she made a habit out of peeing herself. She'd covertly use the guild's bathroom before going on a quest, she'd make totally perfect excuses to get away if she needed to relieve herself in the field, and she made absolutely sure she didn't have to go if she was going to be incapacitated from an Explosion in the near future. If she were to claim that "crimson demons don't use the bathroom", she had to be cautious about when she actually used the bathroom.

    Well, the secret was out now. Kazuma had run off, but Aqua and Darkness hadn't left, and it was just physically impossible to be oblivious as to what was happening on this dark floor. Megumin, her red eyes wide as plates, at the center of a widening pool of water, a thin haze of steam rising off the surface and wafting out in the drafty air. All the little bumps in the night that had previously frightened her were now drowned out by the tiny waterfall, and for a moment, Megumin could swear it was stronger than the flood Aqua used to defeat Verdia, given the intense splashback spraying onto her legs and butt.

    The only movement she made, the only movement she was able to make, was her head falling limply forward, giving her no choice but to watch her wetting from the closest, worst vantage point, having to just sit there as the reflected light off her urine shone into her eyes. At least that meant there was a little light, because the light in her eyes faded and her jaw hung agape, appearing as if she had died on the spot from concentrated humiliation.

    This was all that followed for the next half-minute, this truly pitiable sight. Aqua and Darkness watched silently (though Darkness had some crazy thoughts rolling around in her head), and the only thing Megumin could "say" was a depressed, emotionless sigh, hardly more than a strong exhalation. The only element to give it even the slightest character was an imperceptible fraction of a tone; one of relief. As her stomach flattened as much as her chest, and her bladder voided its boiling load, the fiery stabbing in her abdomen faded, and while there was no sensation to replace it, feeling nothing was a lot better than her insides writhing around in agony. A tiny strand of drool slid from over her bottom lip.

    And before she knew it, it was over. Both the earth-shattering force of the spout, the tsunami ripples of the pool, and the roar of the splashing, all wound down to an uneventful finale. While the stream itself was rough, uneven, and inconsistent, its decline was smooth, save for a few sudden gushes of renewed strength, until there was nothing but drips, from her privates down to her legs, and her legs down to the floor, now more water than wood. It was shameful, disgraceful, and positively disgusting. But at least Megumin didn't have to go pee anymore.

    It was only that closure that brought motion back to the crimson demon, as she lethargically lifted her head, replacing one form of bodily fluids with another, as tears wobbled on the corners of her eyes. She wasn't turning on the waterworks, not again, it was just visible evidence to her emotional state. Megumin could be surprisingly sensitive at times, and that fragility was sure to be triggered while being reminded, in the most painful way possible, how low her bladder's limits were. And she wasn't going to forget any time soon, not when she was still sitting in a chilly bath of it, stuck to practically every inch of her bare skin.

    But Megumin was not in the same boat she had been until just recently, because if she wet herself now, she had friends to comfort her. Well, she never would have wet herself were she alone, but she still had friends there for her. Aqua walked into the storeroom, willing to pick the crimson demon up and get her back on her feet. "I can't believe that Kazuma, a woman is in distress, and he just runs off only caring about himseAHHHFFF!" Despite her superior nocturnal vision, Aqua missed a small box on the floor standing in her path, until her foot caught it and she tripped, crashing against the wooden planks with a smash so loud that, for a microsecond, Megumin doubted the ability of her own Explosion. It certainly made the sound of her pee seem like a whisper. The arch-priest had been just far enough away to avoid slamming against the arch-wizard in the tumble, but only just, as she landed hands and face first into Megumin's mess.

    That's when something miraculous happened. Thanks to coming into contact with Aqua, the urine purified, through the power of magic. It was already pretty clear, but the impurities were scrubbed away as the energy flew through it, even reaching up and cleaning everything touching Megumin. The tactile sensation of the two was hardly different, but just the knowledge that the purification happened, having seen the spell in the alligator lake before, made her feel better. Ignoring any other unpleasant memories from that day, the spirit began returning to her eyes, and the color to her cheeks.

    Darkness didn't even notice, still in her own world, continuing Aqua's thought from before she stumbled. "Yes, how shameful it must be, to be locked up in a dark room with a brutish man, unable to see where his hands might crawl, all while he forces you to endure the pain of holding your urine...hah...hah..." The steam of her heavy breaths wafted upwards in the frigid air.

    Megumin had learned to tune out Darkness when she got like this, so to her, Aqua was the last one that had spoken, and she responded to that. "Well...he was just trying to protect me. Even if he picked a really bad time to jump into action."

    "Hmph, and you thought that shut-in NEET could protect you," Aqua scoffed, standing up and inspecting the wetness in her shirt's collar. "Doesn't let you use the bathroom and runs there himself when it gets bad?" She offered a hand to her fallen comrade.

    Megumin took it, being pulled to her feet, where she started brushing off her legs to get them as dry as possible. She really didn't want her legs to be wet, she'd catch a cold in this freezing weather if she were both wet and half-nude. "I need to get my pants back," she sighed, trotting back out into the hallway.

    Only when she left the closet did a thought occur to her. A terrifying thought, one enough to make her cold and steal her breath. "Kazuma's in the bathroom... Kazuma's in the bathroom..." She paused for a moment, before taking off like a lizard runner, not even bothering to cover anything with her shirt. "Kazuma! Get out of there and give me back my clothes! You better not be sniffing my wet panties or anything!"

  16. First of all, a little background on why I have tried various scenarios of girls bathroom lines in a middle school or high school setting.  I'm not real crazy about talking about girls on their periods or having diarrhea or or Chrohns, or throwing up nasty stuff like that.  But it is natural for everyone to have to pee, and i thought it would be more interesting to talk about how girls can deal with it, because all other things being equal, girls can't hold it as long as boys can, and it also generally takes them longer to pee for obvious reasons I shouldn't need to get into (such as the not having a penis so they have to sit down to pee).  But I've always though it was interesting for an attractive teenage girl, or a group of  them to be desperate to pee and encounter a long bathroom line and wonder what they need to do.  And I know some schools have silly policies that don't let students be late, but that they need to use the bathroom between classes because they can't go to the bathroom during class either.  So I thought in my head that the best way to talk about this type of scenario is in a school setting where there are generally only about 5 minutes between class (some schools have more, and some have less, but I used 5 minutes in my example), and since they can't use the restroom during class, they need to go between classes, and if everyone that needs to go to the bathroom tries to go between classes, that could lead to long lines, which means somebody will either be late or have to hold it another period, because they can't use the bathroom during class.  If they're that desperate, they obviously can't hold it another hour, and it has clearly  been said that they can't be late.  And I thought I'd use an example where there were three toilets (I could have said 5, I could have said 7), but I wanted to make is a scenario that there more girls ahead of them in line than there were stalls, plus you have to figure that those stalls are already occupied as well.  The reason is because most likely, if there are only 3 stalls available, and 5 or more girls ahead of you in line, plus the girls in the stalls, and you are desperate to pee, and there are only five minutes between classes, you have a problem.  Have to consider that it likely takes  each girl at least a minute to pee.

    And I picked it to happen in a school setting with teenagers, because I think that teenage boys really get "turned on" when they know that  a "hot" attractive girl (maybe even their girlfriend or crush, as in your example) is desperate to pee.  And even more so when they can't go because of various reasons.  Of course, I would really wish that to happen to anyone in real life, because it can be embarrassing, but it is kind of "interesting" in a "fun" way.  The guy probably thinks it's funny, but the girls involved probably don't.  Basically, when the dismissal bell for the end of class rings, it's a race to see who can get to the bathroom first, and the ones that don't get there first are going to have to wait in line and hope they have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time.

    If this situation were to happen in a school setting in real life with such silly rules, I would probably pee and be late, and if they asked why I was late, I would tell them the bathroom line was too long and I was about to pee my pants.  But I don't know if a situation like this has ever actually really played out, but I have made a set of circumstances to where it's possible to where "this could actually happen".

    And this is one of those circumstances:

    1) Three stalls in the girls bathroom, and five minutes between classes.  Each class period is 50 minutes long, and there are 6 of them.  Lunch is between 4th and 5th periods, but the only other breaks is the 5 minute transition period between classes.  It will take each girl at least a minute to pee, including changeover.  But if they are desperate (which most of these girls are), it will probably take longer.  This means that each stall can probably be used by a maximum of four girls during a 5 minute break, which means a maximum of 12 girls can use the three stalls combined.  So if there are 15 girls in this area of the school that need to pee, then some of them are either going to have to find another bathroom, wait in line and be late, wait another class period, or pee their pants.

    2) Each girl might be wearing a skirt, blue jeans, shorts, or something else, but regardless of what they wear, it will be noticeable if they pee their pants.

    3) None of them have a spare set of clothes to change into (not good), and none of them really have to do #2 (thank goodness).

    4) For the four freshmen girls at the end of the line, they had to travel a long way to get to the bathroom, and although the bathroom is close to their next class, asking for permission to be late to use the bathroom will not work.

    5)  Cutting in line is not allowed, regardless of desperation.  Peeing in a water bottle, sink, trash can, floor, desk, or chair may or may not not be allowed either. 

    6) Any girl that is late for any reason (long bathroom line is not a valid excuse unless one or more of the toilets are stopped up, which we will assume is not the case) will face detention, and their parents will be notified about it. 

    7) Elizabeth ends up being late because of the long line, Jennifer and Jessica both leave the bathroom to get to class with about a minute left before class.  Jennifer tries to ask to use the bathroom during the next class, and Jessica pees herself during the next class.  But before they leave, Laura pees her pants while waiting in line at around the 3:30 mark.

    8 )  Not that it plays a major role in the story, but  the four boys (Peter, Paul, Bill, and Fred) were also in the same third and fourth period classes, and they also had to pee between third and fourth periods, but they were able to pee and get to class on time because there wasn't much of a line in the boys bathroom, and they could quickly unzip, pee, and leave (sometimes they may not even wash their hands, which is sad).  

    This is how the bathroom line looks from start to finish, including the girls that came in before the line built up.

    Previous girls involved (in most cases, their desperation was about a 5 or 6 out of 10):

    Heather--got to an open stall 15 seconds after previous class ended

    Michelle--got to an open stall 20 seconds after previous class ended

    Heidi--got to an open stall 25 seconds after previous class ended

    Stephanie--got to the bathroom about 40 seconds after previous class ended, and was blue to enter a stall at around the 1:15 mark

    Tiffany--got to the bathroom about 45 seconds after previous class ended, and was able to enter a stall at around the 1:20 mark (one girl ahead of her in line).

    Tina--got to the bathroom about 50 seconds after previous class ended, and was able to enters a stall at around the 1:30 mark (two girls ahead of her in line)

     

    This is how the bathroom line looked at around the 2 to 2 1/2 minute mark:

    Angie (18 year old senior, desperation 8 out of 10, arrived to the bathroom at  at the 1:00 mark, which means one minute after the previous class, so she had four minutes to wait in line, pee and get to class on time.  There were three girls ahead of her in line when she first entered the bathroom. Was able to enter a stall at the 2:20 mark)

    Brandy (17 year old junior, desperation 8.5 out of 10, arrived at the 1:15 mark.  Was able to enter a stall at the 2:40 mark)

    Courtney (16 year old sophomore, desperation 9 out of 10, arrived at the 1:30 mark. Was able to enter a stall at the 3:00 mark)

    Danielle (15 year old sophomore, desperation 9 out of 10, arrived at the 1:45 mark.  She will wait it out no matter what)

    Caitlin (15 year old sophomore, desperation 9 out of 10, arrived at the 1:50 mark.  She will wait it out no matter what)

    And then for the four girls that are in both classes together (keep in mind there were 5 girls ahead of them in line when they entered, and at the 3 minute mark with two minutes left before class, there were still 2 girls ahead of them in line when Courtney entered a stall.  Also keep in mind that these girls actually needed to pee pretty badly since about halfway through the previous class but were not allowed to go).

    Elizabeth (15 year old freshman, desperation of 9.5 out of 10, arrived at the 2:00 mark, She will wait it out and be late to her next class).

    Jennifer (15 year old freshman, desperation of 9.5 out of 10, arrived at the 2:05 mark, and gives up and heads to class without peeing at the 4:00 mark)

    Jessica (14 year old freshman, desperation of 9.8 out of 10, arrived at the 2:10 mark, and gives up and heads to class without peeing at the 4:00 mark.)

    Laura (14 year old freshman, desperation of 9.9 out of 10, arrived at the 2:15 mark.  Pees her pants while waiting in line at the 3:30 mark)

     

  17. In the AU in which ALOA takes place, Omorashi is a common fetish among the shipsgirls of the Azur Lane (and possibly Crimson Axis). Many shipgirls enjoy it for a variety of reasons like sexual pleasure or stress relief. No rules or regulations prohibit Omorashi unless it hinders combat duties. Despite this, it is seen as a taboo like all other fetishes, and shipgirls were encouraged to disregard such feelings for a long time (Shipgirls were not treated as well as they are in the time the story is set).

    This had led to an almost universal fear of being shunned if they were to reveal their fetish to someone who did not also share the love of Omorashi. Many shipgirls are aware that it is a fetish many others share (Cleveland has suspected several others for a while) but because of the fear of being an outcast few ever act on it. The establishment of the ALOA gives an outlet for Omorashi lovers for the first time. A long term goal of the ALOA is the eventual normalisation of Omorashi and the defeat of the fear of being cast out should someone express their fetish in public.

     Everyone just needs to be honest with each other and not fear to be themselves.

  18. This guide is not a complete guide and only covers the most common issues encountered when trying to play RPG Maker games. For simplicity, this guide assumes you are using Windows and the only locales are “English” and “Japanese”.

    Versions covered: XP, VX, VX Ace

    NB: Check back at the blog page for the most recent update to these troubleshooting steps. I have been frequently revising this and the site won't let me edit after about a day 😛

    Diagnosis

    1.       Does the game window load?

             a.       If yes, continue

             b.       If no, see “Wrong locale – Game.exe”

    2.       Does the error message refer to a Japanese filename (see Figs. 1 & 2)?

             a.       If yes, continue.

             b.       If no, see "RTP not installed"

    4.       In the game directory, open the “Graphics” and/or “Audio” folders (and sub-folders)

    5.       Are any the filenames in those folders unintelligible or appear corrupted (see Fig. 3)?

             a.       If yes, see “Wrong locale – File extraction”

             b.       If no, see "Wrong locale – Game.exe"

    RGSS_Fig_1.jpg.a92f8411602d8374bd49dbd998794565.jpg

    Figure 1 – Dialogue for an English filename. Refers to a file called "001-Blue01"

    RGSS_Fig_2.jpg.fb4fd4e355f8cf16534085307df04b0d.jpg

    Figure 2 – Dialogue for a Japanese filename. Refers to a file called "タイトル"

    RGSS_Fig_3.jpg.4378ad0e7231b645b3c01addc59f8e3e.jpg

    Figure 3 – Corrupt filenames in folder

    Issues

    Wrong locale – Game.exe

    This occurs because older versions of RPG Maker use the region-tied versions of system call functions. Any characters from outside the region will break these functions and cause them not to work. In the case of using the file system, this is fatal.

    Solution 1:

    Recommended for users who don’t intend to switch locales frequently

    1.       See “Change system locale”

    2.       Run Game.exe

    Solution 2:

    Recommended for most users

    1.       Install Locale Emulator

    2.       Right click on Game.exe

    3.       Click “Locale Emulator” > “Run in Japanese”

    If neither solution works:

    1.       Make sure the full path (from C:\ down) to Game.exe contains strictly ASCII and/or Japanese characters (only if game is Japanese)

    Wrong locale – File extraction

    This occurs because ZIP files created in Windows frequently use the creator’s locale and Windows forces extraction tools to use your locale. When these locales are different, the list of filenames cannot be read properly.

    Solution 1:

    Recommended for users who are not tech-savvy or don’t intend to switch locales frequently

    1.       See “Change system locale”

    2.       Use file extractor to extract ZIP file

    Solution 2:

    Recommended for advanced users

    1.       See this post

    RTP not installed

    The RTP is a resource pack that contains many common and default assets used by RPG Maker games. This is not included in most game downloads in order to decrease file size.

    Solution:

    1.       Go to this site

    2.       Select the version of RPG Maker used for the game

    3.       Download and install

    Appendix

    Change system locale

    1.       Open Control Panel

    2.       Navigate to “Clock and Region” > “Region”

    3.       Select the “Administrative” tab

    4.       Under “Language for non-Unicode programs”, click “🛡Change system locale…” (see Fig. 4)

    5.       Say “yes” to the admin pop-up

    6.       Select “Japanese (Japan)” from the drop-down menu

    7.       Click “OK”

    8.       Restart your computer

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    Figure 4 – Region settings, Administrative tab

  19. Latest Entry

    Today I was talking to someone on kik, I made him drink more and beg to piss, he held it until he lost control for me and it was so fucking hot i think i'm gonna do the same for him tomorrow 🙂 🙂 

  20.                 Keerava awoke, but refused to open her eyes. Her bed was too warm and soft for her to get up right now, so instead she snuggled in closer to Talen, pressing her back against his chest and weaving her tail around his legs. This was absolutely perfect. Everything she could ever want was right there in bed with her, so she could forget about everything else – her business, her debts, her dreams, her name, what year it was, what country she was in, everything. So Keerava gave a contented sigh and tried to let Talen’s warmth lull her back to sleep.

                    Of course, that’s right about when she finally figured out why she was awake in the first place and noticed the midnight light of the moons filling the room. She groaned quietly as her mind woke up enough to work out that she couldn’t stay in bed for much longer. She had to pee, and it had to be soon. On any other night, she’d just force herself to go back to sleep, or get up and get down to the kitchen to start working. Not this time, though. This time, if she could relax enough to fall asleep, she’d also relax enough to wet herself – and in the absence of any clothes, the contents of her bladder would end up on her scales and sheets. And, sure, the sheets would need a good wash anyways after last night, but still. Those stains would be enough of a problem to deal with on their own, so Keerava really didn’t want to add any yellow ones to the mix.

                    So, reluctantly, she moved to get out of bed, but much to her annoyance Talen simply pulled her in closer when she tried to get out from under his arm. She tried again, and again she was dragged back. Under better circumstances, Keerava might have found that cute, but right now it was just getting in her way.

                    Keerava nudged Talen with her elbow and spoke softly to him. “Hey, let me up.” Despite the low volume, the urgency was clear in her voice. Unfortunately the response was just some incoherent mumbling while Talen’s hand moved south, guaranteeing that if Keerava tried to get up again Talen would press against the one part of her that really did not need pressing at the moment. She wiggled around a bit and started to make another attempt at escaping his grasp, but when he started pulling her back she resigned immediately to keep the pressure on her bladder from getting any worse.

                    Well, this is fucked, she thought, before following up verbally. “Talen, let go of me, I gotta pee.” She nudged him again but again nothing useful happened, and she was left wiggling while she tried to come up with a plan.

                    First plan. Just lift his damn arm. With her left hand, Keerava grabbed Talen’s wrist and tried to pull the arm up, but even in his sleep Talen was determined to keep that limb where it was, and with the both of them lying on their sides Keerava couldn’t exactly use her other hand to help.

                    “Ugh, come on,” she muttered. “I really need to get up now.”

                    No response. Next plan, then. Turn around. It was a bit awkward to move with Talen’s arm pressing down on her, but she managed to wiggle herself into a position where they were now facing each other.

                    Now what?

                    Keerava did the first thing she could think of – with her right hand, which was now on top, she pressed against Talen’s chest and tried to push herself away. But again he simply pushed her back towards him, this time crushing Keerava’s bladder against his body. She felt but refused to think about the warm little droplets she could feel moistening the scales along her inner thighs.

                    “Wake the fuck up before I piss on us,” she said as soon as she was sure she was in full control of herself. Her hand found its way to his shoulder, and gave him a light shake. When that only elicited a mumble, she shook harder, and this time got a groan out of him.

                    “Hrhuuh? ‘sit moring?” Talen yawned and looked at Keerava with half-open eyes, the hand he had draped over her moving down to stroke her tail and perhaps even sneak a feel of what was under it.

                    “No, it’s the middle of the night. I really have to take a leak and you weren’t letting me get up.” She didn’t wait for a response before pushing off against his chest again, this time getting far enough away to gracelessly roll out of bed and nearly crash onto the floor. She hastily dragged her oversized pot out from under the bed and got herself into a squatting position, absolutely ready to relieve herself.

                    “Ah, fuck.” There was one problem, though.

                    Talen sat up just enough to see the back of Keerava’s head. “Wha’sup?”

                    ”Fucking…” Keerava had looked down just before she let herself loose, to make sure she was positioned properly, only to find that the pot was still full to the brim from her explosion just a few hours earlier. “Nobody emptied the damn thing. Fuck.” A few drops fell into the pot while Keerava reluctantly moved to an almost-standing position, sliding a hand between her legs and keeping her legs bent at the knees while she desperately tried to come up with an alternative solution.

                    Talen watched quietly as she took a few steps forward, away from him. He truly didn’t care for her games, but he had to admit that the way she moved when she got like this, the way her hips swayed and her tail twitched and what her body did when she bounced, made her look incredibly beautiful, especially from behind. He was considering offering another round of fun, knowing how much she loved doing that with a full bladder and perhaps even a length of rope, but she turned around and spoke to him before he could make the suggestion.

                    “Well what in Oblivion do I do now?” Keerava groaned and bent forwards, trying to keep her bladder, exhausted as it was from being pushed to its limit far too often recently, in check for long enough to find a solution. Her eyes were wide open and frantically searching the room for anything that might be commandeered to help her situation.

                    “You could dump the thing out the window,” Talen said as he stared at his mate’s shifting, perfect legs.

                    She responded with a groan. “Ugh, yeah, if I bend over to do that I’m fucking done.” The next sound out of her was something of a growl as she tensed up, crossed her legs, and gripped firmly between them with both hands. A second later she groaned again to cover up a short-lived splattering sound by her feet. “Gah, you may be onto something there though. As if I have time to come up with anything else...”

                    Keerava glanced over at the window just barely out of reach to her right. Thankfully it had been left open all night, and for as shoddy as the inn’s construction was it seemed like the windowsill would be able to support a significant amount of weight if it needed to.

                    She took a deep breath before hobbling over to the window, bringing one hand out from between her legs as she stumbled forwards and ended up leaning on the windowsill. She pushed herself off to stand up as straight as she could, carefully turning around and then using her free hand to grab the window behind her. One last firm squeeze of her crotch and that hand moved to do the same. She lifted her tail to get it out of the way, one foot went up to press against the wall, and she started to pull herself up. Her face was contorted, eyes closed and teeth showing, as a consequence of the strain of both dragging herself up a wall and trying to hold her urine, even as her stream started just as her feet left the ground. It built up to a proper torrent too quickly for Keerava to get in position, so it was already raining in the room well while she worked at getting herself onto the window. She sighed as she finally made it the rest of the way and dropped herself to sit on the windowsill, wiggling around a bit to get whatever she had left out the window instead of making a puddle below her. Her grip tightened but the rest of her body relaxed, her stream picking up intensity thanks to her no longer making any effort to stop it, and her tail dropping down so it could hang freely and get splashed from offshoots of the waterfall.

                    Keerava started panting, her breath slowing as her stream did, until she was taking deep breaths with her mouth hanging open while the last of her bladder’s contents were expelled as little more than a mere trickle. When that stopped and was replaced with the occasional single drop, she opened her eyes and leaned back a little to look beneath her. In the moonlight she could make out a little shimmer outlining her puddle on the ground and perhaps a few streams where it fell into cracks in the street, but even from merely the second story of the building it was hard to see anything else. She knew she wouldn’t be able to assess any damage to her wall without falling out the window herself, so she hopped down into a similarly-sized puddle.

                    “I don’t imagine you’re coming back to bed, then?” Talen spoke with a hint of humor in his voice.

                    “Eh…” Keerava gave herself a quick visual inspection, though she already knew what had happened to her own body from the feel of wetness all over her lower half. Her tail was dripping and there were little trails of her waters running down her legs, especially on the back side where the moisture outlined where she’d sat in her own puddle. “Doesn’t look like it. Just get me a rag for my feet and something to soak up this with. I’m going to go see about taking a bath.”

                    Hours later, well after sunrise, Keerava was perfectly clean and dry, wearing one of her usual simple dresses. She had her head resting on the bar with her arms serving as pillows while she tried to get a little more sleep while she had the chance. Talen was idling around in the kitchen behind her and across from her Azhani sat gnawing on a piece of raw bacon. Otherwise there was no indication of life anywhere in the building. Everything was quiet.

                    Rather odd, considering the fact that the inn happened to be the current residence of a very large man known specifically for his ability to yell at things to make them go away. Somehow, he was nowhere to be seen. It had been decided when he failed to show up for his usual breakfast just after dawn that he must have left especially early on some important errands, so nobody paid his absence much mind. The much more real concern was the absence of people who weren’t him. Even if it was usually quiet, especially in the mornings, there was always someone there for a little breakfast so a little bit of coin could always be expected to come in before lunchtime, but not this time.

                    So, despite wanting to get some more rest, Keerava was being especially attentive while her head was down. Any hint of that door opening most likely meant she’d be getting paid, and she had to stay awake for that. So she waited and listened.

                    Eventually, she heard something that caught her attention, nearly jumping into an upright seated position at the muffled sound of jingling mail and heavy metal footsteps just outside. She watched the door, the optimistic look on her face being replaced by confusion and curiosity as two figures in menacing black armor entered. Sure, Keerava recognized their faces, but that armor…

                    Her confused gaze ended up on a pouch that the Dragonborn dropped onto the bar without a word as soon as he was close enough. “What’s this supposed to be?” She picked up the pouch and gave it a gentle shake. It sounded like money, and a good deal of it.

                    “It’s everything I owe you,” Bjorn said, his face and voice much more serious than usual. He had his right hand on the counter and his left loosely gripping the pommel of the sword on his belt. “And a little more, as thanks for everything over the past few months. I’m heading off to Whiterun today. I’m going to go finish this. And I don’t know where this dragon’ll take me, I don’t know what I’m gonna have to deal with, or what’s going to happen, and that all means that I don’t know if I’ll be coming back. And because I don’t know all these things I need to deal with loose ends now, and that includes debts.”

                    “Oh, wow,” Keerava said with a bit of a gasp as she looked into the pouch. “That explains the armor, I suppose. What is that, ebony?” Not expecting an answer, she looked off to the side for a moment, right at Talen who had decided to come over and look over her shoulder at the money. When she looked back, she gave a little chuckle. “Shit, I never thought I’d have this much gold in my hand at once. This is… Talen, do you know what we could do with this? We can actually get out from under Black-briar’s boot here.” She couldn’t remember the last time she felt genuinely excited like this.

                    And while the two Argonians talked with each other about all the great things they could do with the coin, Azhani looked over at the Dragonborn and gave his arm a little tug to get his attention. When he looked over at her, she said, “You said you’re going to Whiterun?”

                    “Yeah, why? You don’t want to come along, do you?”

                    “Ehh…” Azhani looked around for a moment, searching for nothing but her own thoughts. “Maybe? I, uh… Well, I’d like to at least head in that direction. Um, now that I actually have somewhere to live, I’ve been thinking, and there are some things I need that I can only get from the Baandari. The most reliable Baandari caravan I know of around here is the one that goes to Whiterun, so I just want to go catch up with them and come right back.” Then she shrugged. “I would just ask for you to buy what I need, but honestly I don’t trust you to be able to negotiate with them like I can. Or even understand exactly what I need.”

                    Bjorn raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you need?”

                    Azhani waved a hand almost dismissively. “Ah, nothing much. Mostly I’m concerned about sugar. It would be great if I could get a few other things from them too, but I can get those anywhere if I need to. Sugar, though, that I can’t trust if it doesn’t come from a Khajiit, and I don’t think you could recognize good sugar anyways.”

                    “Meaning… moon sugar?” The hand Bjorn had on the counter went to his chin.

                    “Well, yeah, what else would it mean?”

                    Lydia suddenly interjected from just behind her husband. “Moon sugar? Really? You don’t seem like the type that would be into drugs.”

                    “Okay, see, that’s why I don’t trust you guys to buy it for me.” Azhani gestured intensely with both hands in their direction. “To you it is a drug, yes, but to me… In my religion it is the most sacred thing in the world. I need it, and I need to make sure I’m getting the right sort of sugar, because for as long as I haven’t had a home I haven’t been able to properly observe holidays, and now that this is my home, I would like to get back to that.” She glanced off to the side for a moment. “And, yeah, it tastes really good but that’s beside the point. I cannot cook to save my life anyways so I’d just ruin it if I tried to use it in food. It’s purely religious.”

                    “Sorry, what’s all this about moon sugar?” Keerava leaned in, finally able to pull herself away from the shiny things in the bag she’d been given. “We’re not talking skooma, are we? I can’t have you stinking up the place with that garbage. Not my business what you’re into, but, you know, not in here.”

                    Azhani looked as if she had been personally insulted. “Skooma? No, never! That would be blasphemy!” She shook her head lightly. “No, just sugar. I might have to burn a little bit of it sometimes, maybe even smoke some, but that’s completely different from that mutilated horseshit those zombies in the sewers are on. That shit is like tar, but good sugar is… well, it’s sugar. It burns hot, there’s not a lot of smoke, and it makes the place smell sweet.”

                    “Eh… Yeah, okay. I’m a bit too used to people around here being on the hardcore stuff, just kinda assumed that’s what we were talking about, sorry. Moon sugar, though, I wouldn’t get in trouble for letting you have that here, so it’s all good. Just keep it to your room for me.”

                    “Oh, of course. Yeah, no problem. And, uh, you’re okay with me going off for a while, yes?”

                    Keerava threw her hands up. “Pfft, yeah, you go do whatever you want. Talen and I can always handle things here on our own. We’ve been doing it for years before you got here, after all.”

                    Azhani nodded and looked up at the Dragonborn again. “So, what do you say? You’d just have to get me there, or in the general direction of there, and I’ll find my own way back. Just figure, you know, why go separately when you’re already heading that way?”

                    “Eh, why not,” came the response. “If you’re sure it’s a good idea, then I’ve got no objections.”

                    “Yeahhh…” Azhani drew that word out as long as she could before needing to breathe again, then inhaled almost with a hiss. “Probably not the best idea to go to Whiterun, all things considered, but... I don’t really need to go into town unless the caravan’s not got there yet. And then I’d probably just lay low at an inn or something if I can find one that won’t kick me out for having a tail.” Then she shrugged and started picking at scraps of meat on the plate in front of her.

                    “Uh-huh… I’m going to just assume that’s not a conversation I want to get myself wrapped up in, so… How about some breakfast, then? Don’t want to head out without something to eat, after all.” Bjorn took a seat and leaned onto the counter while Lydia sat down at his side. “And, uh, I’m gonna need that thing I left here.”

                    Keerava nodded. “You got it.” She turned around and called for Talen to start cooking something, then turned back and reached under the counter to procure the wrapped-up package the Dragonborn was keeping there. “And there’s that, too.”

                    “Excellent.” The Dragonborn first took off his gauntlets and set them onto the counter next to the package, did the same with the gloves beneath, and with his bare hands he started fiddling with the strings holding the package together as delicately as he could. In time he had removed several layers of cloth and exposed a small but thick wooden box with a hefty latch on it. Azhani watched with a sort of bored curiosity as the box was opened even more carefully. She recoiled upon seeing what was inside, her eyes going as wide as possible while she audibly gasped.

                    “That cannot be…” She reached out for a moment to touch the thing, before grabbing that hand with her other, suddenly remembering why that wasn’t a good idea. The books she’d read about the Nerevarine couldn’t seem to agree on what his face looked like, but damned if they didn’t all go into excruciating detail regarding his two most famous weapons. One of which was right there in front of her.

                    Keerava seemed surprised, too. “That is what’s been sitting under my bar since yesterday?”

                    “Yup. Genuine Keening,” the Dragonborn said, sounding almost disinterested as he carefully picked the thing up – getting a few surprised noises from Azhani as she looked on in awe at his hands not melting as she’d read they were supposed to – and slid it into a small scabbard just under his sword. “I didn’t say anything about it ‘cause it’s easier to keep it safe if nobody knows what it is.”

                    Azhani shook herself from her little trance and tipped her head to the side. “Wait, are you sure that’s real? I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to hold the real thing like that.”

                    “Oh yeah, it’s real. I guess it’s just lost a lot of its power, so it won’t do too much to me if I carry it around. I wouldn’t advise touching it, though, just to be safe. It doesn’t hurt me but I don’t know what’d happen to someone else.”

                    “And where’s the rest of the set, then?” Keerava asked while Talen walked up with a tray of food, stopping for a moment to register that he wasn’t imagining the legendary artifact on the belt of the guy sitting across the bar. “Supposed to be a hammer and a glove.”

                    Bjorn shrugged. “Beats me. I’m still not even entirely sure where this was dug up, so fuck if I know what’s going on with the other two.” Then he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, and only spoke again once it was no longer in the way. “So,” he said, looking over at Azhani. “If you’re coming along, you should probably go get everything you need together. I’d like to leave sooner rather than later, and, you know, if I don’t have to wait for you…”

                    “Yeah, I get it. I don’t have a whole lot…” Azhani trailed off into a bit of a laugh at her own expense. “Ah, but, yes, I’ll get some clothes together, I suppose.” She stood up and stumbled, trying to remember how her legs worked after being seated essentially since she woke up. She sorted herself out by leaning onto the bar for a moment, before pushing off and slowly heading upstairs.

                    Azhani left the door cracked open when she got to her room, ignoring the little stash of different clothes she had lying in a corner and instead heading for the window. She threw it open and leaned forward against the windowsill, her head sticking out with eyes closed and mouth slightly open. A cool morning breeze ruffled her fur while her ears flicked reflexively in response to the little bit of wind. Her eyes opened when the air settled down, and she casually looked out over what she could see of the town. A few people were roaming about on whatever business they had, and in the distance she could hear the chatter of the marketplace while the locals surrendered what little coin they could spare to the merchants selling those baubles of theirs.

                    It almost reminded her of her time with the caravans – whenever those pedlars weren’t moving, they were camped out trying to talk some poor sap into spending his last two septims on an “exotic luxury item” that was really just some household trash brought up from Anequina or Pellitine. No wonder people in Skyrim didn’t like Khajiit, if that was all they’d ever seen of them. And no wonder the pedlars stayed out of the homeland – the Baandari were supposed to be an honorable organization, and going back home with a reputation for scamming honest people out of hard-earned money would… Well, nobody ever filled Azhani in on what would happen then, but she assumed it wouldn’t be particularly fun.

                    At least there were still a few honest people around, and Azhani knew the pedlars running the caravan to Whiterun were among them. They couldn’t afford not to be, after all. Trying to run a scam on Skyrim’s center of trade wouldn’t just be a stain on their honor – they’d go completely broke too! She was confident they’d have what she needed, and that her experience with them would let her whittle them down to a good price for it without them trying to pull tricks on her.

                    A sparkle in the corner of her view dragged Azhani’s attention from her thoughts. She looked towards the source, leaning forward just a bit to get a better view. She scanned the area quickly, and her gaze settled on a part of the road adjacent to the inn, just a few rooms down. A puddle there seemed to have caught the morning light in just the right way to shine a bit. But… why was there a puddle there to begin with? It hadn’t rained in ages.

                    Then again, this place did serve alcohol. It was probably just some drunk heading home last night, stopping for a piss on the way. It was a bit disgusting, but who was Azhani to judge when she’d done the same herself on countless occasions? And while sober, no less!

                    Come to think of it, if she was going to be heading out of town, she’d probably want to make sure to drain herself before doing so became inconvenient. So she pulled herself back into the room, leaving the window open so she could still get hints of the nice breeze, then strolled across to the other side of the room to shut and lock the door to make sure nobody would interrupt.

                     From there it was trivial. As she’d done so many times before, Azhani walked over to the bed, pulled her pot out from under it, stripped, squatted over the pot, and relaxed. The result was a pitiful little trickle that barely lasted a few seconds, but that was a pleasant change of pace from nearly wetting herself just about every other day.

                    She gave herself a little shake to dry off once she was done, then just redressed and put together what little stuff she would need for the journey: her coin purse, and a few sets of clothes. That still felt weird just to think about – that she had money and a variety of clothing. For so long she’d have been lucky to have one septim and a shirt. Usually it ended up being a choice between one or the other, and she’d almost always pick the septim.

                    But that was a different time, and as far as Azhani was concerned a different person. That just wasn’t her anymore – it might have been once, but now she was making a good, honest living, and it was hard to adjust to a safe, stationary life after all that time. Perhaps going on this trip would do her a bit of good in that regard. It’d get her out and about like she used to be, except this time the people she’d be travelling with weren’t expecting her to give them any favors in exchange for the protection.

                    Azhani shook her head and grabbed all the stuff she’d packed for her trip. No use thinking about the past, though. Nothing she could do to change any of that. So she headed for the door, unlocked it and swung it open, and was just about to step out of the room when she remembered something else she usually wouldn’t have had – her shoes, and even then she only remembered them because she noticed that her feet were bare and needed to be wrapped if she wanted to go on a long trip. Then she remembered she had a pair of shoes stowed away somewhere, which would be much better than a little cloth.

                    She set down the bag she was bringing with her and set about trying to figure out where she’d left them. She hadn’t worn them since the day she got them, partly because they were never necessary, and partly because of what had happened to them that day that caused her to go out and wash them the next. But other than that, they were damn fine shoes.

                    Fortunately, they were in the first place she checked – tucked away into a corner of the room near the bed. Out of the way, but easily accessible. Azhani retrieved them and spent a minute sitting on the bed getting them on and lacing them up. Now she was ready.

                    Azhani actually turned out to be the first to get herself ready. Somehow, she’d had time to stare out a window, relieve herself, and lazily collect her clothing and money all before the two experienced adventurers got their things together. She was waiting for them just outside the inn’s front door, and when they came out they were as surprised as she was that she’d been so quick.

                    The Dragonborn, however, didn’t seem to care much beyond the initial confusion, and simply headed off in the direction of the south gate, a little wave of his hand indicating that his wife and Azhani should follow.

                    “Wouldn’t the north gate be faster?” Azhani was just barely keeping pace with Bjorn, and he slowed down a bit to answer her question.

                    “It would be, but if we leave town from the south, the entire route to Whiterun is along a river, which is convenient for us because it means we don’t have to carry lots of supplies. Just some food and enough drink to get us to our first camp.”

                    “Oh, that makes sense. No cart this time, then?”

                    “Nope. Just horses. I actually only have the two so you’re gonna have to share Lydia’s if you don’t mind.”

                    “And if you do mind, you can walk the whole way,” Lydia added with a pinch of sarcasm.

                    The tip of Azhani’s tail twitched. “Well, I could do with some exercise…”

                    “Shit, you really think so?” The Dragonborn looked at Azhani with a raised eyebrow. “Man, if anything, you need to sit around doing nothing more. Get some meat on those bones, lady.”

                    “Smaller frame is better for sneaking,” Azhani muttered.

                    “Yeah and it means a light breeze will knock you on your ass.” Bjorn chuckled. “You think anything’s gonna knock someone built like me down?” He made a fist and knocked on his chestplate to prove his point.

                    Azhani rolled her eyes. “I saw you almost get knocked off a mountain by a dragon.”

                    “Hey, Alduin doesn’t count. And I stayed on the mountain, right? Totally doesn’t count.”

                    Lydia slapped him on the back near his shoulder. “And I suppose that scar across your chest doesn’t count either? I hear you were coughing up blood. Quit acting so tough, your dumb ass nearly died.”

                    “Love you too, hon.” Bjorn laughed and was promptly rewarded with a little shove that caused him to stumble.

                    Azhani slowed down to her usual walking speed, letting the other two carry on their play-fight in peace as they kept on ahead of her. Her tail calmly swished around behind her as she watched them. The sight reminded her of how her and her sister used to tease each other when they were kids, and she actually pulled off as much of a smile as her anatomy would allow. Sure, the memories of her sister whom she’d accepted she’d never see again hurt, but for some reason seeing the Dragonborn and his wife enjoying themselves – and each other – made her feel good.

                    Things were really looking up for her. When was the last time anyone else’s happiness made her feel happy too, and not jealous of their good fortune? When was the last time she’d even been in the company of anyone who wasn’t just looking out for themselves? Azhani couldn’t remember, but she was glad that these things were happening now. She had a good life, a good home, a good job, and she knew good people. And perhaps with a little bit of luck she’d even get to go on a good adventure or two. Just like old times.

  21. "I can't.. believe.. that just happened.."

    I mutter this to myself repeatedly as the three of tread our way back home. The cool fall breeze sends shivers down my legs as the short skirt I picked out earlier in the day flutters a bit in the wind, my cheeks rendered practically as red as the fall leaves gracing the sidewalk.

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    Of all people to run into today, it has to be Nadeshiko. Admittedly, that interaction went far better than I could have ever dreamed. But I still can't shake the sheer embarrassment of the situation from my mind.

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    My mind snaps back to reality when I feel a familiar warm palm patting me on the head. Turning around, I see Kotarou behind me with a concerned expression. "Risa, why are you so worked up? I feel bad, I said we'd never run into anyone we know, but.. mom of all people isn't going to care about the things we do. Trust me."

    She says this with such a sincere and warm smile I can't help but feel a bit at ease. As I return a half-hearted smile, the blue-haired doggy girl continues patting me on the head. This feeling.. it makes my anxiety feel like it's melting away. It's nice.

    Maybe it's not so bad, I think, as the three of us stroll back up to my apartment door. Finally inside, I breathe a sigh of relief. The warmth of my apartment bringing back a sense of safety and comfort as I plop down face-first on the couch.

    I think of drifting off to sleep for a moment, but then I remember..

    "I'll do anything you want, Risa!"

    A slight, devilish grin creeps across my face as those words echo in my mind again. I almost forgot, I still need to get even with a certain mischievous pup tonight, and I know just the thing. But first..

    "Mikan, can you get me the phone? I don't feel like cooking tonight, so we're having pizza for dinner."

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    The Orange haired girl throws her arms up and gives a cheer. "Pizza!" she echoes with a smile, obediently fetching the phone for me and handing it over with a wag of her tail.

    "Yes, pizza! You too, Kotarou. I'll be ordering enough for the three of us."

    Of-course, for the doggy girl that got to humiliate me earlier this evening, I have much more than just a night of pizza planned.

    After ordering, I throw on the TV and find something for the three of us to watch. Mikan instinctively cuddles right up to me on the couch, with me in the middle and Kotarou plopped right down on the other side.

    Eventually, when the Pizza arrives, I send Kotarou over to grab everything and pay the delivery driver. In the meantime, I head to the kitchen to grab some cups, paper plates, and a little something else I remember stashing in the cabinet months back.

    A tiny bottle with "ExTRA strength laxatives" printed on the label. I forgot I had these until this evening. One might ask why I just happen to have these on hand, but I'd respond.. that's none of your business! Sometimes a girl has.. troubles, and needs something to help with that. Obviously I didn't need the whole bottle when that ordeal happened, so I've had these lying around ever since, just in-case.

    I don't intend to use these right away, however, so I just casually slide them into my pocket for the time being as Kotarou marches in, almost right on cue, with an extra-large pepperoni pizza and a liter of cola in hand.

    With the doggy girls help, we slice the Pizza up evenly between the three of us and later we're all plopped back onto the couch, munching happily on the delicious hot meal and sipping on some cola under a nice warm blanket in front of the TV.

    It appears our earlier walk worked up quite the appetite for my own petite little pup, as despite her size, she happily munches down her sizing before either of us can come close to finishing, humming and wagging her tail beneath the covers all the while.

    I lean over and give her a playful nuzzle and a pat on the head with one hand as I work on munching away at my final slice with the other. Not long after, we've all finished our meal, and it's at this time I strike.

    "Mmh~, now that we're all fed and cozy, Kotarou.." I sway over to her side of the couch, eying the blue-haired pup mischievously as I casually slip a hand under the covers and into the pocket from earlier. Kotarou blinks innocently, returning my gaze confused as she finishes her own final few bites.

    "Don't think I've forgotten about our deal earlier. Remember what you said? You'd do anything for me in return for that little stunt~"

    "Ah.." as realization hits, Kotarou's face morphs into an amused expression as she glances. "I see. Is Risa feeling frisky tonight?"

    She says this as she eyes the hand I have drifted under the covers, and my face glows red as I realize what she's thinking.

    "Needing some help under there, maybe~?" she says with a smug look, causing even Mikan to look over curiously.

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    "H-hey you, don't get the wrong idea!" I promptly pull my hands back out, revealing the bottle I nabbed earlier to the doggy girl. "Don't think you're getting off that easy, pup! I know you'd just enjoy that, so I have much, much better plans for you tonight!"

    Kotarou blinks in confusion as her eyes gaze down to the bottle, her smug expression rapidly dwindling as she reads the label. "W-wait just a minute, you can't seriously mean to.."

    "Fufufu, oh yes. You got to humiliate me this evening, so it's only fair I return the favor!" I respond with a smirk.

    "Jeez, I knew you'd make me do something perverted, but.." the doggy girl trails off, before a smug grin returns on her face. "Say~.. I bet you couldn't beat me in a little contest, Risa. How about double or nothing?"

    My eyes gaze over the pup suspiciously. "Double or nothing?"

    As I ask this, Kotarou nabs the bottle from my hand and holds it out in front of me. "Take one with me, first to lose has to be diapered all day tomorrow! Winner gets to use the toilet."

    While saying this, she leans in with a pervish grin and whispers "knowing you, you'll enjoy this either way, so it's a win-win~", her voice carrying a teasing tone.

    It only takes me a moment to contemplate this. Truth be told, a little competition like this sounds like an even funner way to end the night, and besides, "you're quite confident for someone who utterly filled her pants in my car not too long ago" I tease back with a smirk.

    Kotarou's ears twitch as her cheeks flush red. "H-hey, I had a reason for that. Unlike Risa, who completely filled her panties after just a short walk home!"

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    Our back and forth, it seems, did not go unnoticed by the orange haired girl beside us as she bursts out into giggles.

    "Ohoho, you think that's funny, huh?" I say, nuzzling over and giving her a teasing hair ruffle, the girl giggling more as my palm playfully rustles against her head. "Why not join your master on this little bet? We'll see who's giggling then!"

    "J-join? U-uhm.." Mikan stutters out with a flustered expression, her body visibly shuffling around a bit beneath the blanket. I assume there's no way she'll agree to this, but to my surprise..

    "..O-okay. But, uhm. Can Mikan get.. changed first?"

    My eyes blink as I take her response in. Such an odd and potentially humiliating bet is not something one would normally so easily agree to, but Mikan barely hesitated. I'm surprised, but more than that, I grin when I realize what she means when she says "get changed." She, of-course, means into her usual, 'protective' undergarments.

    "Of-course. In-fact, I believe it would be a good idea for us to join you.. Kotarou will certainly need some extra protection for when she inevitably stinks up the place." I say with a tease as the two of us hop off the couch.

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    "Speak for yourself, panty filler!" the blue-haired girl chimes back, my cheeks suddenly reddening as a firm smack and palm print clashed against my.. 'other' cheeks. I look back, blushing and covering my backside, only to see Kotarou trotting off in-front with her tail wagging triumphantly.

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    "Cheeky little.." I mumble, rubbing my bum as I rush to catch up, only to have Kotarou throw her pants and panties in my face as soon as I step foot into the bedroom, eliciting another blush from my cheeks as the blue-haired girl just casually stands there. "Well? Are you two just going to gawk or shall we get started?"

    "Aren't you an eager one? Since you're so impatient, why don't you grab them out for us? They're just under the bed." I say, casually slipping my own panties off in the process.

    As I do this, Kotarou bends down and begins digging under my bed without a second thought. I take a moment to admire the view as the girl casually wags her naked butt in the air. I feel like she's essentially taunting me, knowing I can't resist a little revenge, but even if she is, I do it anyhow.

    Smack!

    Kotarou yelps out a moan as my palm makes contact with her left cheek, giving the pups soft bottom a nice firm squeeze before hastily stepping back a safe distance, Kotarou pulling back out only a moment later with a few pull-ups in hand.

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    I playfully point over to Mikan, who is in the process of undressing herself, causing her to blush and stumble a moment in embarrassment. "R-Risa, don't try to pin that on me!"

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    Kotarou, playing along, leans in with a scolding finger pointed at the flustered girl. "My, Mikan, what a grip. If you wanted a squeeze all you had to do was ask~"

    Mikan, with her cheeks reddened and puffed out, just sticks her tongue out and swiftly nabs one of the pull-ups from Kotarou's grasp.

    "Such an attitude, maybe you're the one who needs a good spanking~!" Kotarou says with a playful voice, tossing me a pair of padding before leaning back and swiftly slipping her own pair on.

    Once the three of us are all padded up, I lead the us back into the living room. "So, for the rules~" I say as I pour a few of pills out from the earlier bottle. "Whoever fills their diaper, loses. Naturally. Last person standing wins and gets bathroom privileges back. To make things more.. interesting, however.. having just the 'first' kind of accident doesn't count, but any loss of the second and you're out!"

    Kotarou is the first to grab a pill from my hand, downing it without a second thought. "Sounds simple enough~ but I don't plan on doing either!"

    Mikan, much more meekly takes another and does the same with me.

    "Also to make this more interesting.. with Halloween around the corner, I think I'll find us a nice scary movie to watch." I say with a grin.

    "Bring it on~ I'm not so easily scared!" Kotarou chimes in before plopping down on the couch. I think to tease her virtually begging to take shelter with me during our last thunderstorm, but decide that might be a little too much.

    As I pick up the remote and scroll through the channels, I find a good Halloween flick with lots of jump scares that has just started. One which I, conveniently, once saw just last year. But I don't mention that to either of these two. After dimming the lights, I grab Mikan and collapse on the couch next to Kotarou, pulling the orange haired girl down with me as I feel her crinkly bottom plopping into my lap.

    The start of the movie is somewhat uneventful, as you might expect. So the build-up gives plenty of time for the three of us to sit and get comfortable. It's only around 15 minutes in that I feel a particular pup of mine becoming a little wriggly in my lap. 

    Sneaking my hands under the covers, I wrap them around the doggy girl and give her a surprise snuggle, the sudden pressure eliciting a muffled "frrt~" from the now very blushy dog girl.

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    "R-Risa! N-No playing dirty!" Mikan protests, as Kotarou just grins. "Well, one of us will be out soon~"

    I giggle a moment in response, loosening up my grip but continuing to gently snuggle with Mikan.

    It doesn't take long before I feel that gurgling and movement in my own tummy, however. Right as the movie picks up, the first jump scare scream causes Mikan to bounce in my lap, the sudden rustle in pressure eliciting a strong sudden cramp and a "pffrrrrt!" from my backside, provoking a visible blush from my cheeks.

    To my benefit, however, it seems Mikan's squeaking let me get away unnoticed for now. But the sudden constant squirming in my lap is not helping the growing pressure in my stomach at all.

    I suffer through two more of these scenes before it becomes too much to bear. Still barely into the movie and I can already feel the pizza from earlier begging for release.

    The constant cramping is making my legs shift and squirm constantly, with the added weight of having Mikan in my lap making this an awkward and difficult ordeal that provides me with little to no relief in the end.

    By the next cramp, my stomach is gurgling violently, begging for relief. My legs desperately squirm and shift, but with Mikan's butt in the way, there's no way for me to hold myself.

    "Nngh. Okay, look. Mikan, I love you and all.. but your squirmy butt needs to get off my lap for now." I say, pushing the doggy girl up and sighing as my belly experiences some much needed relief.

    That relief, however, is short lived. As a sudden scream from the movie on the screen sends a squealing Mikan's tail and ears straight, her body stumbles and trips backwards, landing back on me with a thump.

    "PfffFFFRRRTTT!"

     Oh gosh.

    I desperately try to hold myself as I feel a massive weight being forced down from my gut, but amidst the flailing and squirming of the doggy girl in my lap, there's little I can do but clench my teeth and brace for the inevitable.

    Grrrrgle

    Sweat drops from my forehead as my legs squeeze together, shivers running up my spine as my body heaves out a heavy involuntary grunt.

    Fffrrtt.. Crklcrkl..

    "Hahhh.." I feel a weight descend all the way to my bottom as my cheeks widen and my body cries out for its inevitable relief.

    In another act of desperation, I quickly push Mikan up just enough to give my body some room to maneuver as I, more voluntarily this time, give another heavy grunt and push, feeling the massive weight finally break free and fill the seat of my padding with a vengeance.

    Crklcrklcrkl..! ..pfffffloorrbbrtt!

    "Hahh.. Ahhh!" my body moans out in relief as an almost literal explosion of soft, warm mush fills my backside, elevating my rump up from the seat cushion ever so slightly.

    All of this drowning out the TV and instantly catching the attention of the two doggy girls.

    Kotarou, unsurprisingly, bursts out into laughter. "Hahaha, Risa, could you not even outlast Mikan?!"

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    Mikan who, by this point, has finally jumped up off my lap (taking the blanket with her) squeaks out an apology as she realizes her role in my demise. "A-ahh, Risa, I-I'm sorry, I-nngh!"

    Her apology, however, is cut short as the quivering doggy girl suddenly stiffens up and produces another squeak as her hands dart down to her sides, her tiny fists clenched as the noise of my diaper filling earlier now replaced by the sudden gushing of liquids, a large yellow stain suddenly forming and creeping up the front of the doggy girls pull-up, making it to bulge and sag every so slightly.

    P-pssshhhh~

    Amid our shame, Kotarou's laughter is shortly replaced by swearing as the doggy girl rolls onto her side, arms clenched around her belly as a noisy "Fffrrtt!" escapes her backside.

    "Hahaha, d-damnit, I can't..!"

    The blue-haired girl sticks her butt in the air mere inches away from my face, hands darting to her backside as she desperately fights to hold back her own needs. "Ahh, ahaha, oh screw it, I already beat you anyway!"

    Amidst her bursts of laughter, Kotarou too surrenders control, letting forth a noisy explosion of crackles and blorts as her own as the paw-printed padding practically explodes like an airbag right into my face.

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    Artwork courtesy of @OverFlo207

    Pffffrrbbbllloorrrbbbtttt!

    "Jeez, at the very least do that facing away from me!" I say, trying to suppress giggles as I teasingly push against her mushy bottom, eliciting a half-squeal and half-moan as the doggy girls tail shoots up into the air. "G-gross, Risa, do you know how much harder that makes it to clean!"

    I simply grin and flop down onto the couch in exhaustion, closing my eyes while letting out a sigh of relief as I simply give in to all my needs, feeling a warm trickle form from my nether regions before pooling out and puffing the crotch of my diaper up in a blanket of warmth. "Don't know, sounds like it didn't bother you all that much to m-."

    Squelch!

    The moment I let my guard down, the cheeky pup launches a surprise attack and sits right on my face.

    "M-mmhphh!" Feeling the warm, squishy padding smushing against me, I let out a scant involuntary moan of my own and desperately try to shove the doggy girl away. "Hahaha, g-get off me you stinky pup!"

    Fffrrtt!

    "Jeez, Risa! You say I stink?" Kotarou exclaims amidst laughter as she finally rolls off me.

    Sitting up, I speak honestly by denying the accusations. "H-hey, that wasn't me this time!"

    Nnnhh..

    The sudden groaning, now obviously coming from the orange haired girl in front of us, shows the true source.

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    "M-mikan won right? C-can she please gotothepottynow?"

    I grin a bit, nodding. "Of-course. You know, you could always just go in your dia-" I start to tease, but am promptly cut off with a firm "N-nothanks!" as the orange haired girl darts to the bathroom at once, leaving both me and Kotarou rolled over laughing again.

    "S-so, you realize what this means, right?" I say with a smirk. "Since Mikan won, that means both of us lost the bet." Kotarou shrugs, crawling over and plopping down on my lap with another audile squelch. "I made Risa share in my punishment. That's good enough for me!"

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