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  • On Talking To Strangers - Chapter 1

    By Sonador

    This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors. -- On Talking to Strangers   Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation...   --   T
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  • On Travelling Light - Chapter 1

    By Sonador

    This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light   "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded.   When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two tho
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  • Holding More than Cards (Kakegurui F/F)

    By CoruptCoquette

    ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! ? It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a mas
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  • A Wet Night with a Dragon

    By MasterXploder

    “Hmmm?” For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above. Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger
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  1. Yep: another blog entry almost immediately after the one about closing request slots. This is on a different topic, though, which is why I wanna keep it separate.

    The date for my second October hold this month has been decided. It'll be happening on Sunday the 24th, at 11:00 AEDT. To avoid making the day mistake I made last time, I've looked carefully at the current date, and yes: this information is correct. The last hold was pretty haphazard due to this mistake looming over me the entire time, mostly because I never corrected it beforehand. With any luck, that won't happen again.

    By the way: I'm getting close to reaching 1,000 posts on this site, and once we hit that milestone, I'm gonna be doing a big celebratory hold session over on OmoOrg. I plan for it to last about 3 hours, so I'll need to find an appropriate time to set aside for it. This won't be for a while yet, though, so I should have plenty of time to think on it.

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    Hello gentle readers.  I honestly don't expect anyone to find this or care much about reading it.  I have purposely chosen to make it a blog because I didn't think it would be that interesting as an experience in the forums.  Originally this was posted on Twitter as a series of live updates as it was happening.  However now want another place to capture my little adventure in case something happens to the Twitter stuff and, as I have fleshed out my profile here, I decided I would do them as a collection of blog entries.

    At the tail end of the summer, in 2020, I found myself in a rare situation.  My partner was going away and I was going to be home alone for an extended period.  Being a bit of a homebody I decided to take time off work and just have some "me time". 

    My partner knows I have a pee fetish but she doesn't participate and it had been a LONG time since I would be able to freely wet myself.  As the weeks lead up to this week off, my mind kept cumming coming around to the idea of doing something more than a bathtub peeing.  I had become interested in (mild) humiliation and the possibility of doing a wetting outside in public.

    I think it would be more accurate to say that is "public" with an asterisk.  Everyone has a different idea of what public means to them.  There are some insanely bold individuals who will wet themselves at the mall in the middle of the day.  I couldn't do that, but it would still be fun and exciting for me to pee outside my home where someone could see what I had done.  I just needed to control my comfort level.

    The more I thought on it the more excited I got at the idea and the more I was able to convince myself to try it.  Eventually a rough plan formed in my head.

    • I would control the level of public-ness by doing this late at night.  As I wasn't working I would afford to stay out late and simply sleep in.
    • I would do this during a weekday night.  Friday and Saturday nights would be more popular nights for others to be out late. 
    • I would pick the quieter streets for my walk.  If I got scared I could travel down the alleys instead. 
    • With covid our building had a mask policy in the common hallways, lobby and elevator.  The mask would help hide my face and I would wear a hat (something I don't normally do) to further "disguise" myself. 

    Let me provide a little context on my living situation.  I live in a condo building in a fairly large city.  I live "downtown" here.  This isn't where all the office towers are, but instead a residential area nearby.  There are lots of condo and rental apartment buildings in this area, along with grocery stores, restaurants and assorted business/shops to service all the people living here.  This is a population dense area of the city and I personally love living here.  Unlike a suburb that might be dead during the night, here it means that there is always some cars and people about, no matter the time of day. 

    This area has some roads that are more popular than others.  These are the main roads that bring people in and out of downtown, or get them around places.  They tend to be larger and quicker to travel than the more residential streets found between them.  They are also the ones that tend to have more shops and restaurants than the other streets that have more condos/rentals. 

    So my thought was that I would walk along the less travelled streets, while desperate, and then wet myself.  Maybe just a little, maybe a lot.  The thrill was in being "naughty" and maybe someone in a car seeing me.  But being dark they might not notice or really see for long before I slipped into the shadows.  At the time my mind kept bouncing between wanting to be seen vs "seen". 

     
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    I want to do this in jeans. I’m nervous to be seen in the aftermath so maybe black sweats instead? I’m leaning towards the jeans though and then the risk of being seen.

     

     

    The suburbs would have been much quieter in this regard however the advantage of downtown was if I ran into someone I'd probably never see them again.  In the suburbs people tend to recognize (if not know) their neighbours.  Where I was most concerned was entering building again.  In a brightly lobby there would be no hiding, and mask or not, I could still be recognized as a regular.  Being out late would vastly reduce this chance though. 

    And so with the planning part out of the way I spending the final days leading up to it, in excited anticipation.

    Part of the fun (I discovered) of doing this was the running commentary I shared on Twitter.  Something about being able to share my (wet) thoughts and feelings with the (omo) void felt like I wasn't totally alone in this.  I wasn't just some rando peeing his pants for kicks.  I was a rando peeing his pants for kicks and sharing it with people who "get it". 

    As I left I picked a direction and walked.  I was feeling desperate but not quite frantic yet.  I gave myself the occasional squeeze and found I walked faster than I expected.  I was coming up to one of those busier roads.  I wasn't ready to turn around yet so decided to cross and head into the quieter neighbour on the other side.  I was a little nervous if I wet "over there" as it would mean waiting for the lights with peed pants, to get back again.

     
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    So much for quieter and Uber just dropped someone off near me.
    Getting more desperate. If I have an accident here I have to wait at lights for people to see

     

     
    As I was walking about and feeling the fullness of my bladder, I wanted to let out little leaks.  This is a fun element of pee play I sometimes do.  This time though I wanted it to be a bigger wetting and I wanted to be standing in a puddle. 
     
    Soon it was time to turn around and head back.  I had been holding myself off and on, in the dark streets and feeling turned on by my desperation.  I debated letting go while standing at the lights of the (busy) road, but they were in my favour and I instead crossed with my hand gripping myself tightly.
     
    Just down from the crosswalk there was a section of sidewalk light by a street lamp.  I stood here and let go. 
     
     
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    I did it! Car drove by while I was still going. I made sure to be in the light.

     

     
    I snapped some photos of my jeans and my puddle.  Walking home I felt a little shameful thrill everytime a car passed by.  I even stopped in a better lit area when I saw them coming.  I wanted them to notice and wonder what happened.  I remember feeling that excitement as discovering something new.  This was different for me and I felt thrilled and a little embarrassed. 
     
    I had some more pee inside me and wanted to go again.  I found another better lit section of the sidewalk and rewet myself.  I will never tire of that lovely hot rush I feel when I pee myself. 
     
    Soon I was back home and nervous to enter my building.  So far I had seen some cars and people in the distance but nothing up close and personal.  I snuck in the back away and managed to safely get home.  Although...
     
     
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    Walking down my hallway saw a newspaper I didn’t notice when I left. How early are those dropped off? Omg what if I had run into that person?

     

     
    I didn't even know someone got newspapers delivered here.  They must have special arrangements to even access the building at night, as the elevators go on lockdown over night and you can't get up to any floors without a keycard. 
     
    Once home and showered I immediately began thinking about doing it again.  I had fun and felt the entire adventure had been a success.  Now I wanted more and made a plan to do it again later in the week. 
     
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  3. DISCLAIMER: As a reminder all these cards are prototypes and will likely be updated or have their numbers tweaked as development of the set continues. If you have a suggestion for a cleaner text or concerns over balancing, please comment below. Any feedback helps.

    Here I am breaking down my general themes for each color as well as initial plans.

    White - Balance

    Blue - Manipulation

    Black - Punishment

    Red -  Power

    Green - Growth

    Colorless - Everything

    White:

    White is all about universal effects. It features tough creatures and some strength in numbers but not as much as Red and Green. For white, wetting is always a bad thing, but they also have the creatures best at refraining from flooding their garments. White features the keyword Proud.

    Blue:

    Blue is all about manipulation. It features the weakest creatures but also tends to benefit from general leaking and wetting. For blue, leaking, wetting, helping and cleaning are naturally under their control even helping the player if necessary. Blue features the keyword Proud, but not as much as Black and White, as well as Shy.

    Black:

    Black is all about taxation. It features a hodgepodge of creatures. For black, wetting tends to be bad but can be good. In particular black is good at causing opposing subjects wet misery and often benefiting as a consequence. Black features the keyword Proud, but not as much as white, and Shy, but not as much as blue.

    Red:

    Red is all about power. It features strong creatures alongside direct damage. Red has little holding ability manipulation outside of a strong ability to clean. Instead it relies on damage and some benefits from self wetting in order to control the board and hit face. Red has a few archetypes that are Proud or Shy and the best ability to flood the board.

    Green: 

    Green is all about growth. It features strong creatures and ramp. There is a lot of land tool boxing synergy somewhat easily searching for non-basics and even swapping lands on field for ones in hand or deck. For green wetting is either good or bad highly depending on archetype. Green is like red in that it has some Shy subjects, but they're usually archetype limited.

    Colorless:

    Colorless features a little bit of everything... but anything it has is not necessarily as good as the color dedicated to that thing.

     

    In summary:

    Best
    V
    Worst

    Creature Power: (This represents the average combat strength of a creature of that color based on raw P/T but not including abilities or tokens.)

    1. Green

    2. White 

    3. Red

    4. Black

    5. Blue

     

    Ability to flood the board: (All colors have some ability to produce tokens or cheap creatures. There are other good recurring presence generating archetypes but these are the best at producing large numbers quickly.)

    1. Red (Devils, Soldier)

    2. Green (Elves, Plants)

    3. Black (Vampires, Zombies)

    4. Blue (Fairies, Students)

    5. White (Hemiaima, Clerics)

    6. Colorless (Automata)

     

    Continence: (Obviously all subjects of all colors, and even those that don't have any, will wet themselves. How well those subjects can keep from wetting themselves differs mostly on archetype rather than color. The following represents the very best subjects in each color at preventing themselves from wetting.)

    1. Colorless

    2. White 

    3. Black

    4. Blue

    5. Green

    6. Red


    Reanimation:

    1. Green

    2. Black

    3. Blue

    4. White

    5. Red

     

    Planned Cycles:

    No mana cost cards.

    1 color legendary creatures (At least 3 per.)

    2 color legendary creatures (At least 2 per.)

    3 color legendary creatures (At least 2 per.)

    4 color legendary creatures (At least 1 per.)

    5 color legendary creatures (At least 1 per.)

    1 color planeswalkers (At least 3 per.)

    2 color planeswalkers (At least 2 per.)

    3 color planeswalkers (At least 2 per.)

    4 color planeswalkers (At least 1 per.)

    5 color planeswalkers (At least 1 per.)


    The Uncontinent set is designed to be playable across all MTG formats. (Rules-wise... I can't promise you won't be absolutely destroyed by someone else's fully optimized Vintage deck lmao.) That's partially why there's so many cycles of legendary creatures and planeswalkers to accommodate the Commander (my favorite) and other variant formats.

  4. "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 

  5. 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.

  6. This is the last in the series of posts detailing the various limited archetypes found in Magic: the Peeing. This time, the featured color combinations are Green-Black, Red-Green and Black-Red.

    Green-Black Water the Plants

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    The Green-Black strategy combines nature relief with wetting, allowing your creatures some respite when it benefits you. The ability of black cards to make creatures wet themselves will come in handy when feeding the plants as well. Fertilizer Pile is a natural build-around, strongly encouraging you to have your own creatures (and those of your opponent) water the flowers.

     

    Red-Green Desperation in the Bushes

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    The Red-Green strategy will be at its strongest when consistently churning out desperate creatures who are then able to find some nature relief. Cards like Rootseer Dryad can spiral out of control when combined with Nature Guide if left unopposed.

     

    Black-Red Ruthless Bullying

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    The Black-Red strategy ruthlessly fills up their own creatures with no regard of the consequences. Cards like Bladder Overloader can play double-duty in making creatures desperate before finally wetting themselves.

  7. "Wow... There are very few people coming around, aren't there?"

    Lilin stood behind a bar counter, though not in any work capacity. Actually serving patrons was Louise's job, what few there were. Though they were located in the Kingdom of Obel, they were not in the island's main town. They were situated in a small cave on the cliffside adjacent to Obel's Royal Palace, one that had been never been used in what seemed like years. Now, however, the king had offered it to Lazlo, a disgraced Knight of Gaien, to gather allies in opposition of Kooluk Empire. Lilin herself had met Lazlo when he, along with two of his fellow knights and a merchant Nay-Kobold, washed up on the island where she lived, and joined him when he drove off the fishermen of the Cray Trading Company who would sell her skin. Mermaids were very valuable on the black market.

    She felt her swim bladder grow tight as she thought of Lazlo; he was a nice, dependable guy, he'd surely win many others over to his side. But that would take time, so as of now, this cave hideout base was mostly empty. Lilin had nothing to do, aside from fiddling behind the counter in the process of making a seashell necklace. She'd look up in the hopes that someone else would have come in every minute.

    She was lonely, that much was true. Without her mermaid sisters around, she didn't know anyone and didn't have anyone to talk to. And her skillset was limited, there just wasn't anything she could do to help out. Time seemed to move at a fraction of the speed when she was bored and could only just stand around.

    She had nothing to distract herself from the tedium, or from something else. She felt as if an eternity had passed, that was obviously exaggerating, but it really had been a long time, and her aquatic body had taken note. Louise had done her part by occasionally pouring a pitcher of water on Lilin to keep her hydrated, that kept her healthy, but it also had its side effects. So many fluids in her system, while necessary for her survival, were eventually filtered through and necessitated release thusly.

    Lilin wasn't used to holding her pee. She spent so much of her life in the water, where her bodily fluids were birthed, it was where they would return to in the end. Meaning, if she ever felt that little urge to tinkle, out it came in a warm cloud. The mermaid had not developed even the slightest bladder strength thanks to that complacency. Big sister Lilon had told her not to be lazy, but it was just so convenient.

    But she wasn't in the water now. She was on dry land, far from the ocean, becoming desperate to make a puddle with her piddle. Without the ocean surrounding her to diffuse the yellow fog, she couldn't just let go without making a big mess on the floor, and that would be rude. She couldn't make someone clean up after that kind of thing...and she didn't want to have to do it herself.

    She couldn't hold out forever, not very long at all, so she'd have to act soon. Time was already running a little low, judging by the way she was unconsciously keeping her legs touching together. The only thing she could do was run down to the shore and "take a quick swim". And she'd have to do so without hesitation if she didn't want to lose it. But she still found it difficult to speak up. "Miss Louise, the mermaid will-"

    Whatever she was going to say, it was soon interrupted by the door to the saloon slamming open, and in the frame stood Cedric, bill-skipper extraordinaire. "The Kooluk Empire is here! Everybody get ready!" With the message delivered, he ran off, eager to save his own skin.

    Lilin sprung up at the announcement. It wasn't that she was expecting this, everyone in this little rebel entourage had been told by King Lino En Kuldes that this would happen soon, it was just a little nerve-wracking to know it was now. Not made any easier by her not knowing what would happen next. Okay, she herself wasn't told directly by the king, she had heard a portion of the information second-fin.

    There was one thing she knew, however: whenever a shark approached, the school of fish would scatter. Likewise, if a human predator was arriving, the best way to survive would be to escape, and that would mean being as fast as her sea legs could carry her. So, she scampered out from behind the bar, jumping into a run.

    That lasted two steps before she slid to a halt, shivering and squealing. She had forgotten that her biggest predicament just a minute earlier was the possibility that she may wet herself, and was reminded by a sudden tidal surge hitting her hard. She very nearly slammed her scaly legs together and buried her hands between them, but she maintained her composure, just barely. She definitely looked a little worried in her big blue eyes, nothing out of the ordinary given the circumstances, but she kept her pee need secret, for the time being.

    Still, she needed to pee very badly, and that required attending to. Lucky for her, both problems could be solved in the same way: if she could get to the ocean, she could easily swim away from the Kooluk, and do her business at the same time. She just had to make it down off the cliff and into the ocean. And if she wanted to make it in time, she needed to hurry that way, which started with her making a mad dash for the front door of the saloon in the chaos.

    No sooner had Lilin stepped out of the more developed section of the cave, into a standard rocky cavern, that she dropped any pretense of modesty. Her hands, clad with the rest of her upper body in a full white skintight wetsuit, zoomed between her legs and pressed down on her "delicate coral". She found she had nothing to worry about yet, her groin was only damp and not soaked, so she hadn't leaked.

    Still, she needed to hurry, down to that endless blue expanse that greeted her eyes as she stepped out of the stone cavity into the light of day. And all the hostile ships that filled that water. True, from a distance, there was nothing that outwardly gave away their hostility, but she could just feel their aura. Of course, once she was in the water, she could escape them in a flash.

    She'd need to get down there first, and that wasn't as simple as just jumping down. The cliffside was high above sea level, and while the water was deep enough for ships to dock without an extended pier, it wouldn't be safe to jump from here. There was a middle stroke necessary here, though she wasn't too happy about it. "I need to walk down to the water, then." Just the thought caused a squeak to rise in her gills, her muscles to stiffen, and her heart to drop. Still, she hurried towards the royal palace, the first step on the road to the harbor.

    That first step would also turn out to be her first rest stop on the trek. No sooner did she arrive at the gates of the palace, hands still between her blue legs, did she have to stop and double over forward. "Mhgh... Will the mermaid really last until she reaches the water?" The cliff path was a bit on the long side, and it was a nerve-wracking trip for someone so inept at fighting, with a few monsters lurking about.

    But she had made it this far. She had made it to the palace and blindly stepped into one of the shallow pools in the courtyard, feeling her foot swish in the lukewarm water. Yet, despite this, a chill ran up her spine, and she froze with one foot in the bath. Just that sensation of wetness on her foot, even if it didn't even reach her ankles, was enough to practically destroy her. After all, it was water, both the wonderful end goal of her search and the terrible reason for the search.

    "I suppose...I was simply looking for water..." The pool was shallow, but if she really parked her butt down, she could get her little oyster just below the surface and covertly do her business. She couldn't turn her gaze from the clear water, thinking how she could pollute it. Her mouth practically started watering at the possibility of relief so close, and her other foot found its way in. The fins on the backsides of her shins wiggled in anticipation of the bliss that would soon follow.

    She had begun to crouch down, when a sound rose from the town below, one of worry and oncoming danger. "Oh, right... The Kooluk are here..." She had sort of forgotten, but there were more reasons to hurry to the ocean besides just the real threat of busting wide open. She couldn't waste time, not just for herself, but because she might get left behind if she dawdled. However everyone else was escaping, they could do it without her, and she couldn't let that happen.

    But first she'd need to drag herself from the tempting pull of these pools. She had to squeeze her eyes shut, and only then she could delicately step out of the tepid water. That was a bad idea. For a brief moment, with her sight cut off, with a lull in the chaos, the only mermaid sense of hers to be stimulated was the feeling of stale fluids around her feet, being slowly absorbed into her aquatic system, as if she wasn't already retaining more than enough water. And the feeling of water hated loneliness, yearning to add to its ranks.

    "Eep!" It didn't even look like it was planned, but Lilin leapt out of the pool and landed gracefully on the hard pavement beside it. It would have actually looked elegant, were it not immediately followed by the fiercest squeezing of the crotch, straining her muscles so hard that it seemed she would wring the water from her body like a sea sponge. Were she only so lucky. No, just because she tensed didn't mean anything was coming out. That was a little good, but she really needed to get it out, now. "T-this mermaid can't waste any time! I'm gonna leak!" With her hands acting as a quivering dam, Lilin floundered down the stairs, into the proper Obel town.

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    The town of Obel was both very simple, and very confusing. It was broken into several small districts, defined by the types of business that were conducted in each segment, all connected. The problem was, to the untrained visitor, many of these streets looked quite identical, making distinguishing between them challenging. Were it a straight line to the harbor, this would hardly matter to the one-stream mind of the mermaid, but there were snaking roads and split paths, some that would lead deeper into the town, and some that would circle around back up to the palace.

    This was most likely the reason Lilin soon found herself lost. "H-have I passed here already?" The rows of buildings all looked so similar, and the only distinguishing characteristics they displayed were small boards, each adorned with scribbles unfamiliar to the mermaid. The scribbles were different per building, but she still couldn't tell them apart.

    The search was taking too long, that was the fact. Lilin had gone up and down countless sets of stairs, but if she had fallen asleep at the start and washed up here, she would have thought she hadn't moved. The only clue that she had gotten somewhere was the sound of the ocean waves, sounding a little different. Whether she was closer, she couldn't say.

    The one thing she knew for absolute certain was just how waterlogged she felt. And that would have been bad enough if said water wasn't constantly fighting her, bogging her down, not allowing her to remove her hands from between her legs, not even for a second. The poor mermaid was about to flood, or collapse from the exertion of not flooding.

    "I think I made a mistake not doing it earlier..." If she could do it again, Lilin would unhesitatingly pee in that pool up by the royal palace. But she couldn't just go back up there now, not when she was so close to the end. Or maybe she was closer to the top, she didn't know. But going back now would just get her lost even more, so pressing forward was all she could do.

    It wasn't possible to stop along the way, either, she was discovering. It was a bit crass to admit, but with every step she took, Lilin checked everywhere, swept her gaze, but being in the domain of land-dwellers, there was no water to be found, just nowhere she could possibly take a pee. So, the ocean was her only chance, lest she make an ocean herself. But she'd probably be fine, so long as she took it slow and wasn't startled.

    "You! Weird girl, stop!" A small contingent of Kooluk troops had already come ashore, and were rounding up the residents of the Kingdom of Obel in preparation of their conquest soon-to-come. And now a couple were charging towards Lilin, their weapons already drawn.

    As part of a species that had to escape hunters and harvesters frequently, Lilin knew what to do. "Aaahhh, no, this mermaid doesn't want to be fished up by sharks again!" Her fight-or-flight response, the latter half specifically, kicked in, and she bolted in the opposite direction. Even with sea legs, adrenaline carried her swiftly away from the danger, down the first path she could see. She could swear this was where she came from. But that didn't matter; as she ran from possible death, nothing else mattered.

    "Eep!" Except for that. No amount of fear could mask the fires of boiling urine so overwhelming that even the vast oceans could not extinguish them. Needless to say, her hands stayed firmly between her scaly thighs, tensed and gripping tight. And with each surge of pain, each pulse of her ballooned bladder pushing its walls outwards, she stumbled and tripped up. Going down stairs, each slip brought with it the split-second fear that she might fall and break her fin.

    But she couldn't slow down now, not when the looming failure hung over her, casting a shadow bigger than a killer whale. For the most part, all things considered, Lilin had dome a remarkable job not wetting herself up to now, keeping only as damp as a healthy mermaid on land should be. But that resolve was drying up fast, she just couldn't hold out much longer, and the shock and following exertion were taking their toll. Small squirts of pee, squirting out at irregular intervals, trickled between her clenched fingers and swam down the trails between the scales of her legs. "Ohhhh... I can't... I just can't..."

    Her squeals nearly drowned out the noises of the world around her, but being so used to the sound, one thing cut through the tumult and reached her otoliths: crashing waves. They were always audible from somewhere across the island, but this time, it was a lot louder than it had been. In addition, the air turned cool, rife with the smell of salt. It was a scent Lilin could call home, and small tears of relief shone in the corners of her aquamarine eyes. Or they could have been tears born of pain, given that her rock-hard bladder now screamed for relief as it protruded from her stomach.

    True to her expectations, her hope, Lilin's view was soon filled with the endless expanse of shimmering blue water, gently caressing the wooden supports of the docks with a pleasing wash. She had done it. She had made it to the pier. If it wouldn't result in a flood equal to the ocean she could practically feel, she would have just relaxed entirely at the wonderful knowledge that she had made it here.

    Her, and several ships of Kooluk forces, its men filling the planks of the harbor. And every single one of them was looking at the mermaid, holding her crotch with no shame left, knees knocking and body trembling. Both parties just stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time, long enough to see Lilin double over forward now that nothing distracted her from just how much she was truly bursting.

    Smelling her weakness like blood in the water, the front-line soldiers drew their weapons and charged for her, hoping to capture her without a fight. It might have worked, if she weren't a frantic mermaid on an island's port. All she had to do upon seeing the troops approach her was pivot herself away from Obel and jump right into the ocean, straightening her body vertically so as to plunge cleanly below the surface, out of reach of humans. Such a dive was second-nature to a mermaid, but with her desperation-wracked muscles all stiff and difficult to move, it wasn't the easiest.

    Gratefully, like a blessing from beyond, that didn't matter anymore. As the salty seawater filled her gills, entered her pores, her body adjusted to the higher pressure pushing inwards, the pressure pushing outwards fizzled away. In her natural habitat, Lilin relaxed, and that included her bladder. With her legs together, arms pressed to her sides, she wriggled her body like an eel to cut through the water, at an excellent clip away from the island and the ships moored at it.

    And, of course, her urine suddenly ceased to be a concern. Practically the instant she dove into the chilly water, her body relaxed, a golden cloud began streaking a trail marking her path, warming the route she swam. Her wading motions loosened, looking more boneless and flexible, as her eyes closed and lips pursed. "Hah...phew..."

    Her long blonde hair swayed behind her, taking in the warm fog, and a hand found its way to her tummy. She had kept one there for most of the run down, cupping the bloated bladder in her palm, being extremely careful not to jostle it in a way it would never recover from. Not long before now, it had protruded evidently, almost to the size of the two air sacs on her chest. Granted, those sacs were noticeably smaller than a lot of human females she had encountered, but for a bladder to compare, it was agonizing to have it that big. Now, it shrunk by the second in her grasp, no longer straining as the discomfort vanished.

    Having relieved herself this exact way many a time, Lilin didn't need to look back to know exactly the sort of mess she was leaving: a bright-yellow mist, shining in the refracted sunlight, slowly dissipating as it floated up towards the surface. To anyone looking, it was painfully obvious that it was the fault of the mermaid peeing, which was why she usually tried to go down deep enough that humans couldn't see her, and why she tried to do it when her sisters wouldn't see.

    She hadn't been quite so careful on that first point this time, but that was only because she couldn't manage that much. And she couldn't care, not when it felt so good. "Aahhhhhhh...oohhhhh..." She moaned and gasped several times, slightly indecent noises. She felt her hard piddle sputter in intensity, leaving her little clam quivering in the aftermath. It was bliss. Nice, comfy, warm bliss, relaxing her to the point that her mind started to go blank, and she could just fall asleep here.

    First things first, of course, she had to finish peeing, which wasn't that far off. Lilin was not the greatest at holding her pee, so even at this level of desperation, there wasn't that much in her bladder. Her strokes slowed as her flipper feet calmed down, meaning she surrounded herself with the finale of her murky release. It was harder to tell when she had actually finished spraying water when she was surrounded by water, but the lack of contracting muscles in her abdomen told her that tinkle time was over, and she couldn't contain her smile. "Ah, I feel so much better now!" She had never felt so light and hydrodynamic, she spun and performed loops without a care in the world.

    She was only stopped by a sudden intense quake, amplified in the water. Strong waves washed overhead from the direction of the island, the vibrations surrounding Lilin, prompting the mermaid to cower and curl up in place. Was this some weapon the Kooluk had brought? Lilin thought she had heard someone talking about a dangerous Kooluk weapon, and if she had to face something like that, she'd be so scared, she'd wet herself.

    Yet, she worked up the courage to surface and check it out, rinsing off any pesky urine still stuck to her scales in the ascent. And when she emerged out from the briny sea, she immediately saw why the tide was crazy: half of Obel's cliffside falling away in chunks, each boulder causing a tsunami that swept Lilin away when it reached her, sending her tumbling further with each crash. It got harder to see the ship that was revealed from behind the destruction, right where their hidden base was, sailing out where the Kooluk ships weren't ready for them.

    "...oh, I get it! Everybody got on a ship to get away!" She felt a sense of relief wash over her for a second time, knowing that her new friends were safe. And, if she were to stick around, their home base would be one where Lilin could much more easily take a dip when she felt a little dried out. She wouldn't need to hold her pee so long if the ocean was right there for the swimming.

    Going back under to gain some distance, Lilin pushed her body hard to build speed, and breached high into the air, flying straight like an arrow until gravity took hold, bringing her sliding onto the ship's deck, greasing up the wooden planks that made up its floor with her soaking wet body. The few people out on the deck, ready at the rune cannons in case Kooluk attempted to stop their escape, were surprised to see a mermaid suddenly land on their ship.

    Lilin didn't notice the odd stares she was receiving, not when she was in such a good mood. With a bright smile and dripping form, she made her way into a door leading below deck, out of the way of the action. She wanted to get back to her new friends, to the search for her sisters, and now that she felt so refreshed without an ocean of urine bogging up her system, she could do all that in earnest. And she had a feeling this panicked emergency wouldn't happen again. "This mermaid now knows to take a little break now and again!"

  8. 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.”

     

  9. 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

     

     

     

     

     

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    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!

     

     

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    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.

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  10. 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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  11. 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?”

  12. 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!

  13. "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.

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    "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!"

  14. 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)

     

  15. A public safety announcement regarding Omorashi servers on Discord™

    Hello everyone!

    This is not something we normally ever do as we dislike being involved in any community drama, but recently we have noticed some disturbing facts regarding some larger Omorashi/Pee fetish themed servers on Discord that we believe others in the community deserve to be made aware of as well.

    A few weeks ago, a specific server hit our radar when reports came in of a member of posting that they were planning to try and attack the OmoOrg Discord.

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    While we promptly intervened in this matter and nothing ultimately came of this threat, it did bring our attention to the servers other activities.

    Over time, we also became aware that they were spreading some rather.. odd conspiracy theories regarding the state of OmoOrg, mentioning things such as "the OmoOrg admin planning to take legal action against the OmoOrg Discord".

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    Considering I am both the admin of the forums and the Discord, I think it's safe to say there's no chance I am taking legal action against myself for anything. Please be careful that you do not fall for random unsubstantiated rumors like this. If you have any concerns regarding OmoOrg, we are here to help, just reach out to us. We are happy to help clarify any misunderstandings like this.

     

    Shortly after this, more members of our community came forward with reports of some other concerning actions members of this server have engaged in. Most notably, some of the high ranking members of this server managed to perform a hostile takeover of another Omorashi themed Discord server. It's also worth nothing that this Discord which they took over has openly advertised allowing minors ages 14 and up to join on Discord server directories,

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    Though the administration of Pisscord denies having any involvement in this, the owner of the server seems to have joined this server shortly after the takeover and banning of its original owner. Shortly after this, the owner of this server promoted the member that performed this takeover to moderator status on their own server.

    So now the administration of this server is knowingly involved with the takeover of a server that is a potential breeding ground for groomers by allowing underage minors into a kink space that should be strictly 18+.

     

    In an attempt to allow the administrator of the Pisscord server to defend themselves and make sure they were aware of all of this, we reached out to them for comment and were shortly after banned.

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    We only bring this to your attention as one of these servers boasts a relatively high member count on public directories, and we want to ensure you are careful and informed before you decide to join servers like this.

    I want to be very clear that this post is in no way advocating you to join these servers just to troll or anything else. If we find out / get reports that members of our servers have been engaging in attacks against other servers, regardless of the reason, we will ban your account. Threats or targeted harassment are never acceptable, regardless of the reason or motivation.

    Just please be careful getting involved with servers that could be potentially harboring minors.

    Be safe out there, and have fun!

  16. This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors.

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    On Talking to Strangers

     

    Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation...

     

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    The young, slender, and girlish German Shepherd in question was aboard his third train of the morning, having set out from home before first light. Despite rising so early, he didn't feel the least bit groggy or tired. In fact, as the sun had rose along his journey from his apartment in the Akihabara District of Tokyo and now into the foothills of Gunma, so had his anxiety. He had never done anything like this before - this spontaneous, this self-indulgent, and this... risky. But, fresh on the tail of a bad breakup and the emotional funk that followed, he had resolved himself to a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a venture outside of his comfort zone. Well out of his comfort zone.

     

    At his feet was a large canvas roller-luggage bag; he quietly unzipped the front pocket and fished inside. He unfurled the dot-matrix printout of the message he'd downloaded earlier that week. After retrieving it from inside, he read it over again, half to pass the time, and half to be sure he had the right stop. He'd been so nervous he'd almost gotten off at the wrong station twice.

     

    "Hey Mizu!

     

    Thanks again for RSVPing for our first ever BBS meetup! You were the last one to contact me, which makes us four members in total. I took the train station you gave me and a map and have given you some directions below. I hope you don't mind waking up early to make the meeting time~ Bring enough clothes to last you at least a week, toiletries, and whatever else you want. I'll be paying for food and drinks and such, so don't worry too much about cash, just make sure you have enough for train fare at least. Be ready to have some fun when you arrive! I look forward to seeing you there!

    DIRECTIONS:
    1. From Takanadobaba Station, take the 5:54 AM Yamanote Line train to Ueno Station.

    2. From Ueno Station, take the 6:34 AM Hokuriku Shinkansen to Takasaki Station.

    3. From Takasaki Station, take the 7:26 AM Agatsuma Line train to Kanashima Station."

     

    Mizu folded it back up and stowed it back in the front flap of his rolling luggage, holding onto the handrail in front of his seat so tightly he swore he'd leave handpaw prints in it. He closed his eyes. It's not too late to turn back, he thought. You've never met these people before. This could turn out terribly... The Shepherd grimaced and shook his head, as if to shake the intrusive thoughts out, so vigorously two people nearby looked up to glance at him. He smiled at them sheepishly, then looked back down and willed himself to be invisible until the overhead speaker crackled to life.

     

    "Kanashima Station. Kanashima."

     

    It clicked back off with a short pop. The pup steeled himself and stood, taking inventory of his belongings and preparing for the train to stop. I'm 23! I'm in charge of my life! I need to have some fun while I'm still young! The way he visibly jumped when the train car's brakes squealed totally betrayed that his internal pep talk wasn't working. As the train glided smoothly to a stop, he forced himself to walk jiltedly to the doors, and when they hissed open, he wobbled out of the train and onto the platform.

     

    The passengers that followed him paid him no mind as they stepped around where he'd stopped on the platform, walking off towards the mostly empty parking lot and out of view. The doors rolled shut with a thunk behind the pup, and as the electric motors aboard the train droned to life, he closed his eyes again and willed the butterflies in his stomach to settle. No going back now, he thought. The next train home will be along in 15 minutes, a voice inside his head reasoned. He decided coincidentally that perhaps doing instead of thinking would be more productive, and he unfurled the printout again. Everything read normally up until this point for someone attending a meeting or convention, however the directions took a decidedly different, strange turn from here. A turn which betrayed the true nature of the small vacation he'd decided to take, and the people he was on his way to meet.

     

    "4. Upon arrival at Kanashima station, locate a vending machine. Purchase a bottle of juice or tea at least one Liter. Do not use the bathroom."

     

    Mizu's grip on the sheet of paper tightened with a tense rustle. He was really doing this... He took one last deep breath, and gazed around his vicinity. The view from the station was mostly unobstructed for a mile or two. Shibukawa, the city Kanashima Station resided in, was fairly rural; a farming town nestled at the bottom of the Gunma hills. From the station, he could see the bullet train tracks, several small homes, plenty of fields, and the dark brown and green hills beyond. It was certainly a far cry of the concrete, glass, and neon of Akihabara. He took a deep breath, the crisp and cool spring air quite refreshing compared to the oppressive, smog-filled air of the city.

     

    After a moment on the empty platform, his focus returned to him. The instructions echoed in his head. Get a drink, and don't use the bathroom. Admittedly, he'd used the toilet on the Shinkansen a couple hours ago, and at the moment he was in the borderline state where he honestly couldn't tell if he needed to again. The sensations between his legs were gentle and noncommittal, and what little tingling he felt could probably be just as easily attributed to nervousness.

     

    Rather than risk making it a definite, he pushed himself to keep moving, stepping off the platform and over to the nearby waiting area for buses. There, under a wooden overhang, sat three lonely vending machines. One was for cigarettes (and was empty, anyway), so it was of no use to him - the other two were older, refrigerated vending machines for snacks and drinks. Luckily for him, the drinks machine had one last holdout fluorescent lighting tube still buzzing and illuminating the selection. After a couple minutes split between genuine apprehension and presumably browsing, he selected a 1.3L bottle of sweetened green tea. In the end, the extra 300 ml probably wasn't going to really matter if the day was going to follow the trend the instructions were setting. Which, coincidentally, was the next order of business, and after a bit of unfolding, he looked over the next step.

     

    "5. Drink half of the bottle now. Afterwards, follow the northwest road from the station until you cross under the Shinkansen tracks."

     

    Mizu gazed from the sheet, to the bottle, and back to the sheet again. He was already regretting not sticking to the minimum size on the instructions. But, for reasons he still couldn't quite get a good grasp of, he broke the seal on the bottle and raised it to his muzzle. His pulls started eager, but by the time he'd gotten to roughly halfway, each gulp was slow, deliberate, and separated by full breath in and out through his nose. He finally pulled the bottle away with a wet pop, lifting it up to the light and surveying the damage. It wasn't clear just where half was, but he guessed it was good enough, and screwed the cap back on. He licked his chops, one hand on his middle as he caught his breath, the other stowing the bottle into his luggage. After a few moments, he stepped away from the vending machines, got his bearings, and set off on a jaunty pace towards the hills.

     

    The next 45 minutes or so seemed to pass by far more quickly than it should have. Upon arriving at the overpass, Mizuki unfolded the printout, which had returned to giving mundane directions, and continued up into the hills, up ever-narrowing streets, and as the trees and brush grew more present, so did a familiar tickling in his tummy. He tried to ignore it, but it reminded him exactly where he was going and whom he was meeting, and along with his newfound mild need to pee, his anxiety also began to gently return. Gently, at least, until he found he had arrived.

     

    He was almost surprised to find he was at the end of his destination, but sure enough, turning around, he could see out over the fields, to the train station, and beyond. He turned back to face his destination. In a past life, the two story home likely had been a rather upscale investment, especially in such a rural town as Shibukawa. Now, however, the home was less regal and more "lived in," the unassuming beige paint faded with decades of warm summers, the traditional black roof tiles serving as a welcome home for moss and leaves. It was not, however, neglected, with a neat and tidy yard and well-maintained compact car in the driveway. Overall, his destination had a homely warmth to it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but whatever it was, this was a sight better. If only he could convince his feet the same thing; they'd instead decided that they were quite happy where they were and were rather uninterested in budging.

     

    After a full minute of wrestling with his apprehension, a gentle gust of particularly brisk spring air swirled past him, tickling him between his ankles, around his knees... and up his skirt. If the shiver he gave wasn't from the chill, it was from his bladder gently reminding him that he'd had plenty to drink before setting out, and the argument was persuasive enough that he nervously padded over to the front door. His right thumb pressed the doorbell, and his left hand smoothed his skirt back into place. A bell sounded somewhere inside, and there was a brief smatter of muffled but excited voices followed by footsteps approaching. Mizu winced, swallowed, and gathered what was left of his nerves while he could.

     

    The door clicked twice as the locks each drew open, and finally the door swung inward. Mizu had to lower his gaze to meet eyes with his host; standing easily at five and a half feet tall opposed to Mizu's nearly six foot two was a very laid back looking panda. Adorned in a robe and sweatpants, she definitely gave an immediate impression of youth and informality, and the mop of dark grey hair which hung lethargically off of her head cemented the facade. Despite her hair color, however, she was obviously about Mizu's age. She extended a hand, the expression on her face one of reserved joy. "You must be Mizuki!"

     

    He nodded, taking the proffered gesture and shaking with both of his. "That's me! Call me Mizu, though." He gave a nervous giggle. She beamed back at him. "Mizu it is! I'm Yasuko, but you probably already knew that." She gazed downwards. "Where's your bottle? Didja get cold feet about my directions?" Mizu winced and followed with a sheepish grin, reaching down into the pocket of his luggage and producing the bottle, giving it a slosh or two for emphasis. Yasuko was elated, grinning widely and clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Haruaki chickened out and I made him have a cup of coffee when he got here." There was a bit of an awkward pause as Mizu stowed the bottle in the luggage and waited a beat, before Yasuko perked up. "Oh, come in! It's chilly out there, and I'm sure you want to unpack."

     

    She led the Shepherd inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The hall was a little dark, lit by a couple of wall lamps here and there, but it was tidy and warm, letting Mizu breathe a little easier, his tension finally beginning to ramp down. They arrived at a staircase just before the hall opened out into a living room. Yasuko gestured upstairs. "Your room is the first door on the right! Feel free to unpack and freshen up if you want to, we'll be down in the living room." She leaned in again and murmured into Mizu's ear. "Be sure to mind the rules when you unpack your toiletries!" Mizu bristled a little out of excitement, meekly mumbling in reply, "Rules?" The panda grinned a sinister grin. "You'll see~! Up you go, come join us when you're all settled in." She gave Mizu's butt a gentle, encouraging pat and disappeared around the corner. As he started to climb, he heard a distant, "Oh my gawd, he's so CUTE" from the living room. He smiled dopily and was misty-eyed up a smidgeon by the time he reached the top of the stairs. It was decided. He'd definitely made the right choice badgering himself into coming.

     

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    A short time later, he was unpacked. The bedroom was small for a house of this size, but it was bigger than the bedroom of his apartment and much more richly furnished. He'd stowed his clothes in the closet and unpacked his toiletries and other belongings in the bathroom across the hall. He was definitely feeling a good portion of the tea he'd drank working its way downward through him, every bend and stretch while putting things away sending a tiny flurry of tingles and sensations from between his legs. What he felt unpacking certainly paled in comparison to when he'd taken stock of what was in the bathroom, however. He knew now what Yasuko meant by "rules." Running from one side of the ceramic toilet, up and across the toilet seat and lid, and tightly back down to the other side was a strip of thick, high-adhesive tape. On the tape in permanent marker was scrawled, "Off limits! Do not use!" along with a little squiggle, a drawing of a cherry blossom, and a winking face. Upon laying eyes on it, he let a genuine groan out of his snout, leaning forward and resting a hand on his lower tummy. His bladder had been polite all this time with the anxiety and distractions he'd been facing, but now, with only a thick strip of tape and his own voluntary actions keeping him from draining the decent amount of urine stored up inside of his belly, it decided that now was a good time to remind the pup that it was time for a pit stop. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he'd left the bathroom, and slipped back into the bedroom - without relieving himself.

     

    He took a last few moments just to ensure he had everything in order and opened the bedroom door to head back downstairs. On the way out, however, he hesitated, then glanced back at his luggage. The bulge was still present in one of the upper flaps... He turned around and trod over to it, fishing his PET bottle of tea out of its confines, trying not to watch the tea lazily slosh around within before making his way back downstairs.

     

    Mizu heard muffled voices coming from the living room as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. He poked his head around the corner. In the middle of the room, on a pair of opposite cream-velour couches, sat Yasuko, and a black, brown, and white Shiba Inu he assumed was Haruaki. He was about Mizu's age... perhaps a little older, broad-shouldered and fit, with a tired expression on his face. He had a beanie on over his auburn hair, a red shirt with an imposing eagle-shaped design, and black slacks. He was reclined back with both arms resting upon the back of the couch, generally facing in Mizuki's direction - and coincidentally looked up as Mizu peered in. This prompted Yasuko to stop mid conversation and look over her shoulder, instantly beaming in his direction and boisterously plapping her hand on the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you! Join us."

     

    Mizu smiled shyly and sauntered into the room, taking a look around. It was just as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house; in an entertainment center was a name-brand Hi-Fi system and a fairly large color TV, and on a desk nearby was a well-cared for NEC PC-98 (complete with its own monitor!), which he figured belonged to or was used extensively by Yasuko. He was momentarily envious. Momentarily until he gave a little yelp of surprise, Yasuko having hooked two fingers into the back of his skirt and pulled his butt couchward with a coy little, "Sit, boy!" He landed with a thump and an audible slosh from his tea bottle, which he set on the table in front of him - noticing an empty ceramic mug and empty plastic water bottle about half the size of his tea bottle standing conspicuously among the magazines and coasters.

     

    The panda continued with a confident and playful candor, "Mizu, this is Haruaki, as you can probably guess. Haruaki, this adorable boy," she said, petting the shep behind his ears, "Is Mizuki." Haruaki arched his eyebrows in an "A-ha" sort of fashion, giving a reserved, "Hey" in reply. His voice was much softer and higher in tone than he'd expected. Mizuki gave a little nod and a warm smile, mildly aware of the uncanny feeling of discovery coming to put faces to names and blocks of text on the other side of a modem. Yasuko piped up, leaning forward. "Don't let his act fool you, this nerd was so nervous about our little meetup he forgot to get a drink on the way here. Allegedly." She said, narrowing her eyes in a precociously accusatory fashion. Haruaki's expression cracked, a shy smile flashing across his muzzle for a moment before he wrestled it back away, his face a mite more pink than it was before.

     

    They made small talk for a little while. Haruaki was a full time college student, and part time convenience store clerk, studying to be an engineer. He'd found the BBS while wasting time on the college library computers, fishing around for content that suited his interests. Yasuko worked part time for her parents' consumer electronics manufacturing company. Yasuko went on to admit it was how she'd come to live in such a big house on her own - it actually belonged to her parents, but they'd since relocated to Kadoma to be closer to the company's headquarters. Her parents returned a few times a month to check in and visit, but were largely absent. She was the founder of the BBS all three had met on,  which was hosted off of another computer and telephone line upstairs in her room. When asked what Mizu did for a living, he meekly replied that he worked for the city of Tokyo doing a lot of really boring paperwork. He wasn't lying, technically.

     

    Yasuko changed the subject after a short while, clapping her hands together lightly. "All righty, now that we all know each other, let's get down to business." She rose, and both of the seated canines watched in curious silence as she wandered into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge door, and for a moment, all that was visible was her pajama-clad butt and puffball tail before she leaned back out, kicking it closed behind her. After a moment, she set down two full bottles of water on the coffee table - the same size as the empty one that was already there. Her gaze swept from Haruaki to Mizu, mischievous grin creeping across her face. "You two came all the way out here for this, might as well get the fun started." And without another word, she broke the seal on one of the bottles of water, closed her eyes, and tipped it upward, taking long, deep pulls from it. Haruaki and Mizu were too busy watching her drink in awe to realize what she quite meant. Her throat worked busily, each gulp audible in the relative quiet of the living room, until she was about halfway done with her water bottle. She opened one eye and stopped, gazing from Mizu and back to Haruaki, before tipping her head forward in a "Well?" sort of gesture. Both of the boys had an "oh right" moment, Haruaki taking a bottle for himself and Mizu collecting his half-full bottle of tea. The shepherd meekly asked, "All of it?," only to be met with a "What do you think" kind of look from the both of them. Oh well. For the better part of a minute, the only clear noise in the room was the eager chugs and gulps of three wayward young adults.

     

    After all was said and done, five empty plastic bottles and an equally vacant ceramic mug were the only evidence left of their devious intent, sitting pell-mell on the coffee table. Yasuko burped lazily and leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Hokay! Now we wait for that to work its magic... How's everyone feeling?" Haruaki shrugged, still trying to catch his breath. "I could take a leak, I guess..." He mused absentmindedly. Yasuko replied, "Yeah, me too, but it's not bad or anything," adding a roll of her hips for emphasis. They both turned to Mizu. Mizu recoiled slightly, on the spot for a moment, and Yasuko gave a tiny trill of amusement. Within the pup, a nagging sens­­­­ation had begun. Gone was the comfortable, if persistent tingling that had been present most of the trip from the train station, and now the familiar buzzing, insistent need to pee had manifest and was beginning to press on him downstairs.

     

    After a moment of fidgeting and working up the courage, Mizu murmured, “I guess I'm really starting to feel it...” Yasuko cackled, startling the others a little. She leaned in to muss his hair with an energetic palm. “You are adorable, you know that?” she inquired boisterously, the pup closing his eyes and growling affectionately with the tussling. “I’d never know those bold posts on my BBS came from you.” Mizu smiled sheepishly, replying, “Yeah, I guess it’s just easier to be confident online…”

     

    They made yet more small talk before Yasuko opened a cabinet inside of the entertainment center, revealing a pristine Famicom game system. “Oh dude,” enthused Haruaki from the couch, standing up to join her. “I’ve been trying to save up for one of these, but college life is suffering…” Yasuko grinned back at him while Mizu got up to join them in front of the TV. “I’ve got connections~,” she teased. “The Famicom is great and all, but Sega’s got something new coming out soon, too.” She left Mizu and Haru to fawn over her impressive collection of cartridges, retrieving a pile of junk food and some sodas from the kitchen before joining them. They took turns playing through a pair of games for some time, with Yasuko and Haruaki proving to both be very loud and much better than Mizu at both. Much gaming, trash talk, and general jubilation followed for a while, with Haruaki's performance steadily declining as Yasuko's wiggling and bouncing steadily loosened her robe.

     

    Thirty minutes passed. A casual observer would notice that their skill was beginning to decline despite their continued boisterous enjoyment. They'd also notice that, given the Famicom only supported two controllers, one of the three was sitting out between turns, and that the lack of distraction was taking its toll on their composure. On his turn to sit out, Haru had begun to tug on the hem of his slacks and restlessly adjust himself between his legs; Yasuko, the much bolder of the three, slipped a hand betwixt her legs and bounced in place; and Mizu, much more shy, simply let a hand rest on his lower belly and strained against the sloshing, insistent fullness within. Despite their needy bladders, however, they still were obviously and loudly enjoying themselves, and partaking of the drinks and snacks around them to fuel it.

     

    After nearly an hour, however, the group had considerably quieted. There was a more tense, uneasy air about them as they took turns - and controllers were being traded much more frequently as all three seemed to be rather rapidly losing their focus. A few empty soda cans littered the floor in front of the entertainment center. Despite three still half-full cans next to each of them, nobody was drinking anymore... but it was too late to stop now. Their swollen bladders simply wouldn't be ignored any longer.

     

    Mizu was the first to crack, after a particularly poor bout of playing, letting out a groan of frustration and set the controller down and finally allowing himself to visibly squirm. "Urrrf. I can't focus anymore." The buzzing in his lower belly was now an insistent, urgent throbbing. His restless thighs trembled slightly, rubbing together as he tensed his muscles repeatedly against the intense pressure built up inside. If he weren't here, in this particular situation, he'd have gone to the bathroom a long time ago. He looked up, as if realizing he wasn't alone only just now. Yasuko was still sitting Seiza style, but both hands were on her knees, bent forward and her back arching, butt wiggling beneath her and pom-pom tail shivering. Haru had quit sitting cross-legged at some point and was on his knees now, one hand obviously tucked up between his legs, looking the both of them over with a plain look of anxiety. He spoke, his voice more than a little needy. "This is fun and all... but when do we pee?" Yasuko leaned back to a playful angle, bangs falling into her face, breasts barely covered by her now very loose robe. Her face stated her need well enough, but was layered with a coy, even aroused gaze back at him. "What's the matter? Gonna spring a leak~? We'll all go eventually, don't worry about it!" Haru gazed at her flexible pose and gulped... then nodded. "...maybe..."

     

    Mizuki piped up after grimacing, their demeanor in turn reminding him of his own bladder bulging against the hem of his skirt. "That may be, but I have a feeling a toilet's not in the picture..." Yasuko pivoted her head over to Mizu, chewing on her lower lip, perhaps a little more drunk on arousal than was apparent previously. "Nope! That's the rules~" Mizu glanced down between his shivering thighs and then back up at Yasuko. "Well, we're on carpet, and with us being as bad off as we are, isn't that kind of a bad idea?" Yasuko lazily blew the bangs out of her face and Haru mimicked Mizu's downward glance before she replied. "I guess you're right." She directed her gaze over her shoulder, letting one leg jiggle urgently underneath her as she hastily assessed their surroundings. "Let's move over to the kitchen while we can." She shakily rose, unfolding her legs with a stiff groan. She gazed down at Haru, rather looming over him while he knelt, noticing he had snuck another hand betwixt his legs. "If we can still make it." Haru let out an intimidated meep as he gazed back up at her; Yasuko boldly reached over, and slowly popped the button on his slacks as if to make room for his swollen bladder. "Come on, you. You can do it!" Haru gave a needy grumble in reply, making it about halfway up and pausing to squirm before getting himself stood. His hands, however, didn't budge from their station, and instead pulled upward against his groin, struggling to buy himself time.

     

    Mizu was able to get up from where he sat with only a little bit of a struggle. At least, so he thought - near the peak of his rising, he started to stretch without even thinking about it, and what followed was a shamefully familiar sensation. A warm surge shot from beneath him, up the length of his sheath, and before he could react, dampened his tights. The pup let out an audible meep and shoved his hands up and under his skirt, now the second person in the room to abuse his junk in a desperate bid to hold back his overfull and overworked bladder. Yasuko practically trilled, grin wide and eyes half-lidded with delight, hooking both of the boys by the arms and dragging them towards the kitchen. "Come on now, before both of you ruin my floor."

     

    The trip to the kitchen took a little longer than it would normally with two extras in tow and three very sloshy tummies, but eventually Yasuko, Haruaki, and Mizuki were over the relative safety of kitchen tile. There were several seconds of awkwardness, the three youths gazing over each other as each danced and squirmed against the burning down below in their own ways, before Yasuko, whom had become the de-facto leader of this particular event, let out a flirty little giggle and spoke. "Well, I guess this is it," she mused. "What do you say we make this a little more interesting?"

     

    As both boys fidgeted and watched, she shakily untucked her hands from beneath herself, dug her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, and slowly, restlessly slipped them off. Now having the undivided attention of her two guests, she smirked a shaky smirk, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it hang loosely, revealing a pair of faded pink babydoll panties... and a quarter-sized damp patch. She let her back rest against the edge of the counter as the boys stared, able to keep a smug composure for about 30 seconds before grunting and shoving her hands back where they were desperately needed. "Hmmmfokay enough showing off. Your turn."

     

    Mizuki and Haru were suddenly aware of their own bodies again, and with it the pressure they were both fighting against. Mizu looked over Haru, and Haru returned the favor, shy eyes both searching each other for a few seconds with Yasuko restlessly looking on. Mizu gave a little sigh of defeat, and with one hand, reached up and undid one snap, then the next, on his skirt, each little pop resonating within his bulging, taut bladder. It slid off his hips and onto the tile, and he slid it out of the danger zone with one shaky foot. Yasuko growled a playful, "Show us the goods~" and Mizu gave a shy little smirk in response, heart thudding away in his chest as he got a good grip with his pelvic muscles and shakily let his hands part. His tight, shiny black bikeshorts showed off his bulges rather nicely - both the swollen bladder throbbing in his belly, and his junk neatly outlined by the thin elastic fabric... and the apple sized wet spot just above his sheathtip. Yasuko leaned over, lustful purr rumbling forth as she kissed the boy's cheek. "Adorable! But you better hold tight, you look about ready to pop!" Mizu touched noses with her affectionately before she pulled away, obediently resuming his obvious cupping of his junk.

     

    Yasuko turned her attention to the Shiba next, which he was dreading. Mizu glanced over, too, and noted his hesitation as well, the reserved pup avoiding eye contact, both hands jammed in his crotch and his legs crossed. Tightly. Yasuko edged over to him, almost whispering into his ear, "C'mon, buddy, don't you want to join us?" Haru shook his head, gritting his teeth and squeezing his legs tight. "You're gonna ruin those slacks..." Haru shook his head, tugging upward against his junk and twisting his hips. "Too late for that," he mumbled. Yasuko arched her eyebrows, curious, and leaned forward a bit, kissing his cheek and prying one hand away from herself to coax both of the boy's from between his legs. After a little protesting, he finally allowed her to reveal what he'd been concealing: a fist sized damp spot in his slacks. Yasuko trilled with surprise. "Jeez, you're not kidding. Good thing we got you away from my carpet when we did." Haru nodded bashfully, and sighed. "Guess it doesn't matter now..." He shakily parted his legs after a couple false starts, and carefully slipped off his slacks, revealing a pair of pale blue boxers with a shamefully large navy wet patch. "At least I've got the advantage now, I guess."

     

    And at last, the three of them were together in various states of undress and in dire, critical need of a bathroom break. Mizu mused to himself that he was probably the worst along, having drank a fair shake more than anyone else and with only a little spurt of relief to make up for it. He certainly felt and showed it, each throb of his bulging bladder eroding his will to continue and a healthy, smooth, firm bulge protruded from below his belly button. Haru continued to clutch himself tightly with his legs crossed, and Yasuko had one hand tucked between her legs, but otherwise seemed in control, the other gripping the counter she was leaning against tightly and her legs shivering. All that was audible was the remaining clothes rustling, deep breathing, and the occasional labored whine or moan. At last, Yasuko, ever the bold one, spoke up. "Don't suppose either of you two think you want to wet yourselves so I can finally win this little contest, hmm?" Mizu and Haru both honestly considered it, their bladders begging to finally be allowed to empty, but at length neither of them did, the last bit of pride, or perhaps shame, not allowing either of them to be the first to burst. Yasuko chuckled. "Didn't think so. But that's okay, because I have my secret weapon~."

     

    Mizu and Haru both had a wave of dread watch over them, Haru even flinching a little when Yasuko started to move. But she didn't touch either of them, instead leaning forward (with a moan of frustration as he own overfull bladder protested heavily) and opening the refrigerator. From within, she took out another water bottle, and shut the door, opening the top and giving both of the curious boys a devilish look. "This oughtta make those water balloons of yours pop reeeeal quick." Haru could only manage a meek, "Oh god..." before she pressed it to her lips and tilted her head up.

     

    Gulp...

     

    In the silence of the kitchen, it rang out loud and clear, the mouthful of water working down her throat and into her stomach. But for Mizu, it might as well have gone straight from the bottle and into his bladder. A wave of pressure washed over him as his bladder contracted, turning to lean on the counter and squeezing his junk in desperation as his grip against his tank full of urine faltered, a very girlish, pleading moan escaping his maw.

     

    Gulp...

     

    Haru was transfixed, eyes wide as the panda drank, her half naked frame commanding his full attention. His eyes trailed from her mouth, down her throat, past her breasts and stomach... and down to the prominent bulge that rested just above her panty hem. His focus had to come from somewhere, though, and before he realized it, there was a muffled, wet hiss, and from beneath his hands a sizable spurt of pee soaked his boxers and dribbled onto the floor. Yasuko opened one eye, gazing at him smugly as he abused his sheath with both hands to get the flow to stop, his maw agape and panting now.

     

    Gulp...

     

    Mizu's whole body shook. It was too much. The sound of Haru leaking and the continued, defiant ingesting of water by the girl next to him; all he'd drank over the past few hours; his throbbing, overfull, neglected bladder; it was all too much. The red-hot pangs of fullness in his belly would not be stayed any longer, he had to do something, his crotch burned with the threat of an accident. Just a little, he reasoned. Just a little bit... He let his muscles relax as much as he dared, and soon his own little spurts followed, the jet of urine springing through the thin fabric of his spats, through his cupped hands, and onto the floor with three heavy splashes.

     

    Gulp...

     

    Haru had every muscle tightened, his sheath squashed shut by his hands and legs, and his body contorting like a child refusing to be potty trained, but it simply wasn't enough. Another sequestered hiss started from within the confines of his constrained crotch, but this one was longer... fuller... heavier... and the spattering on the floor under him didn't stop for several seconds. "No... stop... please..." It wasn't clear if he was begging for Yasuko to stop with her flagrant acts or with his own abused and failing bladder control, but neither heeded him. Another rushing surge of urine shot out like a bespoke fountain from in between his fingers and onto the floor, but this one didn't stop, and before long he had parted his hands and legs and simply let the river of pee rushing out of his sheath and onto the floor of the kitchen go. It arced from his tip out through the fabric of his boxers as much as it drained through both of his leg holes; and the moaning, panting that escaped his open, upward tilted maw were as unrestrained as the flow belting from down below. Yasuko smiled from the mouth of her bottle, but she hadn't forgotten about Mizu, and as her gaze swept to him, he meekly protested with a pleading whimper.

     

    Gulp.

     

    Mizu's eyes went wide. Something had happened within him. As the panda forced down another mouthful of water, it felt like a fuse had been lit inside of his body. As the water worked down the panda's neck, he could feel a chill run down his spine and rush towards his belly. When the water reached Yasuko's stomach and stopped, the signal within his middle didn't, rushing down past his belly button and crashing into his bladder with immense speed. And then, all at once, he realized what it was. His pelvic muscles relaxed all at once, and with a final, futile yelp, his bladder contracted. Despite the pressure from both hands, a spout of urine sprayed forth from his sheath, soaking his blouse and splashing Yasuko's leg before splattering on the tile of the kitchen floor. He commanded his body to stop, tried frantically ordering his pelvic muscles closed, but they heeded no commands, completely overridden by his own body. He let out a wail of defeat, his hands dropping away from his crotch as he slumped to the floor with a wet splat. His stream of urine arced a good foot in the air through his spats, curving back downward and drenching his chest and belly before finally forming a huge puddle beneath him.

     

    Gulp...

     

    As both boys looked up, between their pants and moans, still helplessly having their accidents, they realized that Yasuko hadn't stopped drinking. Instead, she'd closed her eyes. Gulp. A few bubbles of air rose in the bottle as the vacuum created by her consumption equalized. Her bladder was the opposite of a vacuum, however, her confidence betrayed by the damage her own mind game was playing within her, and before long, a dripping sound joined the gushing and splashing the two boys nearby were making as three or four droplets fell from her suddenly much darker panties. Gulp. They watched in awe, their own bladders nearing empty and their streams dwindling to trickles, then a couple final spurts, as Yasuko continued to chug. She let the hand holding herself slip away from her crotch, resting on her tummy as the dripping became a tiny rivulet. Gulp. The bottle was mostly empty now, only a good mouthful or so left. Yasuko paused to breathe, although the breath was more of a helplessly aroused moan, as the rivulet beneath pulsed with strength, once, twice, and then finally becoming a full, urgent stream as her own grip finally caved. Gulp. The bottle was empty now. It clattered to the floor as she let it drop, splashing where her growing pool of urine was beginning to encroach upon Haru's small lake, both hands on her belly as her stream grew to a fountain, panting and gasping as her own taxed bladder wrung itself empty. She gazed downward, chest heaving, as her victory over the two also reached its end, pouring forth without any hope of stopping as the boys aside of her looked on, dazed and exhausted.

     

    At last, she finished, letting her stream trickle to a stop. All three of them collected themselves, panting and groaning as the puddles they made gradually wicked into their underwear and dangling clothes. Their faces were three unique portraits of relief and adrenaline, the group all practically glowing with the thrill of what they'd done. Minutes that seemed like hours ticked on, until Mizu finally returned to some state of awareness, gazing around at the half-naked pair next to him, then down at the now staggeringly drenched kitchen tile. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Yasuko and Haru seemed to rouse at his words, each taking in the scene before them, Yasuko mumbling "No kidding..." and Haru just bashfully smiling and averting his gaze. Yasuko reached out both her arms, pulling the pair over to give both of them a soft, affectionate kiss, amidst the now singular pool beneath them. "You two are amazing. I've... never felt like this before." Mizu quietly mumbled a "Me, either," and Haru simply nodded, working up the courage to beg another kiss from Yasuko with his lips, which she returned warmly.

     

    "Well," Yasuko ventured, the wetness on her body rapidly beginning to cool. "We've got some cleanup to do. What do you boys say you head over to the master bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll mop up here and join you in a minute while you get the hot water running?" Mizu, Yasuko, and Haru all exchanged glances, and Haru, who was obviously tenting by this point, shakily rose first, followed by Mizu, who developed a similar problem as he tailed behind Haru to the bathroom. Yasuko took a moment to collect herself, testing her legs before rising, licking her lips and envisioning what was soon to follow as she wobbled to a nearby cabinet and dug out some towels.

     

    When she finished and joined them, she found herself involved in something that only partially involved helping each other get washed up. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening bonding, swapping stories and experiences like any other three young adults would, and after dinner, while their clothes tumbled in the dryer, when they all tucked into bed, each was still glowing, now mixed with eager anticipation for what would come the next day, and the days that followed. Sleep wouldn't come easy; for Haru because he was simply too excited, but for the other two, well...

     

    ...that's a story for another time.

  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"

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    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"

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    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.

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