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  1. Thanks so much @Faust! I really love how it turned out.
  2. That was fantastic story! You do a great job of keeping the story focused and interesting even with a solo character focus which can often prove to be a real challenge.
  3. Zenkopan

    Do You Purchase Videos/Creative Works?

    I'll buy videos/subscriptions if the subject matter matches my interests, but aside from a Jade video once or twice a year and some mostly inactive clips4sale studios, there isn't really any content of girls being forced to improvise out of extreme desperation. Other than that, I've commissioned a fair amount of artists for pee/omorashi content. It's nice to be able to support artists and it also lets you get specifically what you're looking for, especially when it involves characters who don't see much content in the first place.
  4. Zenkopan

    Different ways to approach Omorashi

    Reading through this topic is pretty interesting. I've always had somewhat mixed feelings about this site due to my tastes not perfectly aligning with what seems to be the main draw for most here, the wetting. I tend to agree with the OP, but perhaps take it a step further. I love the aspects of desperation and relief. Having a girl fighting against her body in a desperate panic as she searches for some way to find relief is the main draw for me. However, I generally am quite put off by shame and humiliation, and in the end I want the characters involved to feel nice and relieved. As such I almost always dislike wetting due to the humiliation aspect and the fact that, at least to me, wet clothes are just uncomfortable. However, rather than actually making it to a toilet in the end I prefer that they find someplace else to relieve their need, generally the naughtier the better. A girl having to relive herself (something already considered taboo in mainstream culture) in a way she would never consider if not for the situation really emphasizes just how bad it was and how relieved she will be when its done. As a furry, an additional aspect I appreciate when done in that context is the more animalistic side of things of leaving a mark somewhere. I'm not particularly into the smell of pee (honestly I barely notice it), but having her know that others will be able to detect what she did no matter how well she tries to hide it can make things a bit more exciting.
  5. Zenkopan

    Spice and Wolf Commission Series

    There was an earthy-sweet scent that floated around Holo whenever she spent a long time in a thick coat or piled under warm blankets. Lawrence was too bashful to ever vocalize the sensual images that the aroma summoned in his mind, but he often caught himself silently sniffing the air around her, in hopes he would catch a small whiff in passing. He had a hand on each of her shoulders and was helping the stumbling Holo navigate through a regal hall. Her head was bobbing around like she had long lost control of her neck, and her eyes rolled in all directions as if the idea of looking straight were an ancient joke. He'd have been enjoying that earthy-sweetness then, had her skin not smelled so strongly of wine. “I don't believe I've ever seen you this drunk....” “You've said that twice now.” Her words came out slurred, but articulate enough to make Lawrence give an impressed chuckle. “Then I meant it two-fold. Shall I say it a third time?” “There is... no need.... I shall consider it noted!” Lawrence smiled, not entirely sober himself. “Are you going to be alright like this? I've never seen you lose your balance before.” “Hmpf! He must be struck dumb by the spectacle of firsts! How else would I stomach such an insult?” “...What?” “Bah! Can't even follow the simplest words.... Is he sure that I am the drunk one?” “You are definitely the drunk one.” Beyond surviving the onslaught of nonsense coming from her mouth—that was no doubt poetry in her inebriated mind—he was tasked only with keeping her moving in the right direction, and keeping her on her feet for the entirety of the walk. It would have been easier had her steps been full strides, but she was taking near baby steps, making what should have only taken a couple minutes into an epic ordeal. When he'd questioned her speed, she had remained silent for several moments, as if formulating an extensive, thoroughly detailed response to his inquisition, but all she had said in return was “the only difference between me and a fool is a step. If I am to take one step too wide, then a fool I will be!” He'd remained silent and contemplated it, at first assuming that she had meant she'd have lost her balance and fallen, but with his hands gripping her shoulders, that would have been nothing short of a feat. The only alternative he could think of was that she needed to piss, which would have explained her unusual posture--she was leaned forward and bent at the stomach and knees—but he failed to understand why she insisted on speaking in only drunken riddles. When they reached their room, Lawrence opened the door and helped her inside. She went limp the moment her butt was above the extravagantly covered and criminally soft bed-spread, causing Lawrence to nearly drop her. She landed on it and fell backward, her feet still planted on the ground. She grimaced and grabbed her crotch, lifting her legs several inches. She sat up and used her elbow for support, looking as if the discomfort between her legs was the only thing keeping her from falling back down. “That was uncomfortable.” “Ah. So you do have to go then.” “I said so earlier, did I not?” “You said a lot of things earlier, but I don't-” “-Bah! There is no time for your quips. The difference between a fool and a saint can be only a few words, and right now, I have no time for any of your words.” Holo had forced herself to sit up, but she was drunkenly swaying back and forth and had to catch herself from falling over several times. She still had her hand between her legs, and her legs were clasped tightly around it. “It is uncomfortable to lean forward. Lawrence, fetch me the chamber pot.” “Yes, my queen.” Lawrence mocked her, but Holo did not respond. He got down on the his knees and looked under the bed. Several moments later, he spoke: “It looks like the servant forgot to bring it up. I will go down and get one.” Holo's face contorted into one of surprise. “That is... disappointing.” “Yeah, it's a little annoying. Especially after he specifically told us he was going to put one in here.” He sighed. “Anyway, I'll be back in a few.” “Go quickly, or else you may have to make a second trip for new covers.” Lawrence put one finger in the air. “I suppose the difference between old and new covers is the same as the difference between the fool and a saint.” He smiled, clearly satisfied with himself. “If you have time to waste on jokes then you have time to walk.” Lawrence sighed and shook his head. When he had left the room, Holo sighed as well, and then grimaced. “Hnrrrg.” She pressed her other hand into her crotch and re-clasped her legs. Her tumble onto the bed had turned a desperate situation into a tragic one, and when she had sat up, she'd even become aware of a faint sensation of dampness that she'd swore had not been there before. She looked around the room in hopes the pot had been misplaced, and that she would find it safely tucked away in a corner, beckoning to be used. She considered getting up to look for it, but she was too afraid to stand. “Bah!” If new covers were needed, than she'd have no reason to feel guilty. Had the servant never falsely declared that he would be bringing them a chamber pot, than she would have never counted on her room being a worthy sanctuary. Had he never failed to do his job in the first place, she'd have not ended up in such a situation, and there would be no question of new covers at all. She growled. A moment later, her body stiffened and she gasped. She felt a droplet of something slip past her, quickly absorbing into the fabric of her pants. It had come out on its own, with no warning. She looked down at her lap in drunken confusion as a small warm patch formed around her groin, followed by a warm droplet that ran down her butt cheek. She swallowed and tried to tighten her lower muscles, but the attempt only caused more droplets to leak out, forcing her to come to terms with how little control she had over her over-full, alcohol-numbed body. It dawned on her that attempting to wait for Lawrence to return could actually make 'new covers' the goal of a second trip, and taking a bath in the ice cold weather while intensely drunk was no pleasant thought, either. But what was she to do? She had no way of knowing when she would do serious damage to the fabric around her, and she had no way of containing her urine. She could attempt to make for the courtyard, but she doubted she could stand without potentially losing all control, let alone hold on until she stumbled her way outside. “Grrrr!” She was becoming frustrated. She was drunk, tired, and really had to piss. If she ruined the covers of the bed, she would feel no guilt for it, and she was too drunk to feel any serious embarrassment until morning; however, urinating on herself or in her clothes was not an option, for more reasons than she could mentally keep track of in her frazzled state. She felt another droplet come out. And then another. The thought of standing was nauseating, but she had no choice. She forced herself to her feet. “Mhm!” She leaned forward and half-squatted, her mouth held open in pure surprise. She waddled over to the opposite end of the room, losing more urine with every step. The moment the first droplet traveled down her thigh, she reached the very corner of the room, by the window. She closed her eyes, ripped her pants down, and squatted all the way down to the floor. There was the sound of urine splashing against stone, and then, the sound of liquid against liquid. The stream shot between her legs and formed a rapidly expanding puddle in front of her that soon flooded back against her toes. She tried to shift positions, but the intense feelings of relief surging through her body combined with the alcohol had left her too dizzy to move. She moaned softly and pursed her brow, enjoying the feeling of warmth in her cheeks and all through her face. There was still a feeling of pressure in her lower stomach, and she wondered how long she would remain there, urinating on the floor like a child. But she didn't care. She refused to care until after the deed was done. The pleasure too great, and the fault was surely not her her own. “Holo....?” She slowly opened her eyes, gradually accepting the change in atmosphere ushered in by Lawrence's entering of the room. He stood there, dumbfounded and unable to speak. She squatted there, reveling in bliss with nothing to say. After what had been a minute of powerful urination, her stream came to a slow, staggering dribble. She looked around and, upon spotting the drapery, reached out and used it to clean herself. Afterward, she pulled up her pants and struggled to her feet, realizing at some point squatting had become easier than standing. “Do not just stand there like a fool. Come over here and help me to the bed.” Lawrence jolted as if woken up from a dream. He rushed over and did as she said. “I do wish you'd say something.” She sat down on the bed and fell back, but this time, she allowed herself to stay there. “Your quiet is making this more awkward than it needs to be.” “...I don't know if that is possible.” “The servant said it! Didn't he? He said he'd bring a chamber pot! And what pot do you see here, Lawrence? Because I see none!” “I am holding one....” “Yes. And it was too late, was it not? Is it not true that a saint can have the wisest words, but if they are not spoken in time, they are but dirt?” Lawrence sighed and let his shoulders go slack. “I sure hope I don't have to pay for those drapes....”
  6. Zenkopan

    Spice and Wolf Commission Series

    The horizon-line was where the sky was at its bluest, and as her head rose it became increasingly transparent, until she was staring straight up, where the sky looked black. Holo lowered her head and pondered the phenomenon, rubbing the back of her neck in discomfort. Her eye lids were heavy with lethargy, but it was too early for another nap. She yawned into her hand and stretched, her tail becoming taut, its fur rising on end for several moments. “It's a nice day.” Craft Lawrence kept his hands on the reigns and his eyes forward. The passive smile on his lips showed his contentment. “Aye. It seems the storm has finally passed.” The days before had involved dark clouds swooping in with little warning, and with them came heavy winds leaden with droplets of water, sometimes leading into unpredictable downpours that ended as quickly as they had begun. “Thankfully. I was beginning to worry your fur might never completely dry.” “How thoughtful,” she spoke with sincerity, but immediately followed with a playful glance, “...or maybe it was just the cold of the rain that had made you long for my tail's warmth?” Lawrence chuckled. It was not rare for his true feelings to be revealed by Holo's astuteness, but normally she did not see through him quite so quickly. “Though, I must admit I am thankful as well. Grooming wet fur can be tedious.” The tip of her tail flicked underneath her robe. “When it is wet, it becomes heavy, and the knots become difficult to sift through. 'Tis worse when it is dried and then wet again. It can become a truly frustrating task.” “...I never realized having fur was so complicated.” “'Tis hardly complicated... yet, it does seem to come with its complications.” “A wise statement.” Lawrence smiled. “Reminds me of someone I know.” Holo glared back at him in annoyance. “This mystery person must be quite interesting. 'Tis a shame I cannot say the same about you.” “...Would you prefer me to be more complicated, then-?” “-No.” Her answer caught him off guard. He glanced over and found her inches from his face, a mocking smile on her lips. “I prefer you simple. You are easier to tease.” Lawrence swallowed, realizing the moment the spit slid down his throat that any chance of coming out on top had gone with it. She returned to her side of the cart, smiling. Lawrence grimaced. “...Do not be like that. If you were as complex as I, who would I have to make fun of?” “You say that as if complexity is a good thing.” He spoke with exaggerated sulk. “Are you saying that it is not?” Lawrence responded with mild astonishment. “What do you mean? Of course simplicity is preferable to complexity. Why would I want something needlessly complex...?” Holo turned away from him, seeming to consider the question deeply. Several moments later, she turned back and responded: “Is it not true then that certain things in this world are not needed, but are at the same time?” “Not needed and are at the same time...?” “Aye. What is a need one day might merely be a fancy the next. And who is to say what the next day will hold?” “Hmm.” Lawrence sat in silent contemplation, skeptical at first, but slowly beginning to see the dual meaning behind her words. One could argue that needs are the only things a person truly “needs,” but in a way, that is not true, as that assumes the goal itself is just staying alive, and forgets the critical aspect of satisfaction. If he were lost in the woods with no supplies, things like bread, cheap brews, and even basic companionship would begin to seem like luxuries, all things that had grown to be a given to him in his current state. However, if he had those things and more, such as the shop he had been dreaming about for years, he would not simply be able to ride the waves of complacency to old age. He would feel compelled to utilize his shop to bring in greater profits, and would likely risk everything on that journey for the constantly fleeting phenomenon known as contentment. The complexity Holo referred to was more than just additional steps on the way to gratification. She referred to complexity as the goal itself, in the same way a mountain climber views the mountain. The peak and the journey are not so far removed when one considers two antithetical terms in unison. “Do you see now?” Lawrence could feel the smugness emanating off of her. He had been bested thrice thus far. He had to even the score. “I do.” “...?” “But do not forget, the peak is the goal of the mountain climber, while the mountain is the enemy. Complexity itself is what we seek to defeat... to simplify it and hold it in our hands.” She looked back at him with a pout. Lawrence glanced at her and turned away again, a smile returning to his face. A moment later, he felt warm air brush against his ear lobe. He turned around and found her on her hands and knees, inches from his face. “He thinks himself a philosopher now, eh? Give a dog a bone and he will have the wisdom to hide it. I suppose the same cannot be said for merchants.” This time Lawrence resisted the urge to swallow. “I know I will regret asking this... but am I wrong?” “Consider this: it is through difficulty that we find love.” She retook her seat. “...So it is through complexity that we find satisfaction?” “Not exactly, no.” “Then what is it?” Lawrence waited several moments for her reply, but it never came. She was looking straight ahead, the hood of her robe blocking her face from view. “I suppose she wants me to figure it out for myself....” Lawrence pondered it for about a minute before breaking the forced silence. He considered suggesting difficulty or love were the paths to satisfaction, but found the answers insufficient, and knew Holo would have no mercy on him if he answered not only wrongly, but poorly as well.... “Is it through triumph?” He looked over at her, as a child does seeking approval. The smile that crossed her lips was one of true pleasure. “So now I will ask: what is a mountain climber without a mountain to climb?” “Ah....” Another content smile settled on Lawrence's lips. “So both simplicity and complexity have their places, then?” “As the night and day have theirs.” They had grown silent, but their surroundings were noisy with the chirping of birds and the sound of the breeze stirring up the grass. The wheels of the wagon rumbled against the dirt, creaking almost inaudibly, and the sound of horseshoes moved along with it, like a metronome. He inhaled deeply and took in the intermingling scents of various trees and greenery, detecting the faint hint of leather from the cargo in the back and the even fainter smell of wine emanating from Holo's lips.... His eyebrows tightened. “Holo!” She brought the jug to her lips and took another swig before replying. “What is it?” “What are you doing?! It's still morning!” “Oh. Where are my manners...?” She extended the jug out to him, as if to offer him a drink. “No! T-that's not-” he faltered and then sighed. “That's not what I mean. Why are you drinking so early?” “'Tis such a nice day. Seems I could enjoy it a bit more with wine.” “Can't you at least wait until dinner?” “By then the day will be long past.” “That is... true, but... that is still no reason to drink so early!” “If you would like for me to put it away, then say so. There is no need to chastise me like I am a child.” She turned away from him in an ironically child-like way. “Yes,” he sighed. “I would like you to put it away.” “So be it then.” She plugged the jug and twisted around to set it in the back of the cart. When she turned back around, her eyebrows tightened and she glanced down toward her lap. “Could you please stop for a moment? I would like to relieve myself.” He sighed again. “Can you wait until we get to the next town? I am in a bit of a hurry, and if we don't arrive there soon, I may not have time to move this leather. I'd really rather not be held up another day just for that.” She scowled back at him. “How long do you think I plan on taking?” “Every minute counts.... Look, town isn't far. I'm sure we'll be there before noon. You can hold it.” “Before noon, eh...?” She turned around to inspect the positioning of the sun. “I suppose I can wait if it is really so important to you.” She spoke with marked annoyance. “Thank you.” She frowned and crossed her arms. It was a position that said 'this isn't over,' but Holo's greatest weapon against Lawrence was patience, and this was one game where time was not on her side. As the wheels of the cart continued on, Holo found herself looking back increasingly often to check the movement of the sun. It was a shameful position to find herself in, primarily because it could have been circumvented entirely if she had just asked for him to stop the moment she had felt the need to go. Reiterating her need to stop so soon after her initial request would reveal to Lawrence that she had been holding it in for quite some time, much like a child having too much fun to take a break from playing. Worse yet was the rebounding it would have on their previous conversation, which would reveal just how caught up in it she had been. She glanced down at her lap to see if the form of her legs pressed tightly against each other was visible beneath her robe, and seeing that it was not, she placed a precautionary hand on her thigh, keeping it close to her privates in case she had to suddenly react. It was ridiculous to let things grow so bad that she would consider emergency plans over just re-imploring Lawrence to stop, but each time she tried to find the right words to form her request, nothing came. After what felt an eternity of silence and subdued squirming, she was struck with an unpleasant twinge in her abdomen, and a realization of regret. The few mouthfuls of wine she had consumed, though not enough for even a light-buzz, had triggered her least favorite affect of alcohol: a powerful need to urinate with an alarmingly quick onset. She took a moment to consider how much more bearable her dilemma would be while drunk, but quickly reconsidered, knowing that if she were drunk, she would have long forced Lawrence to stop with her wine-loosened tongue. She swallowed nervously as one of her legs started to flex and then lightly bob at the knee. She internalized the desire to fidget, but the result was a slow accumulation of unreleased tension in the base of her gut, filling her lower areas with a strong urge to push, and lessening her ability to resist the already crippling pressure. It dawned on her that hiding her need would soon cease to be a possibility, as she would either become so obvious Lawrence would see through her, or in her vehement resolve to keep herself still, she would inadvertently wet herself, ending the farce in the worst possible way. She mentally debated her options: to either continue on in stubbornness and wait for Lawrence to take notice of her situation, making her both look and feel like a child in the process; or speak up and force him to stop the wagon, revealing her aforementioned holding during their verbal spar. As she struggled to decide, she hid light motions beneath her robe, knowing that if she did not conclude otherwise soon, Lawrence would catch on. Her pondering went on, and then continued on, the pressure growing worse with each tick that passed. She had originally thought that making no choice meant Lawrence discovering the predicament on his own, but when twenty more minutes passed, she could no longer bear the fruits of his density, and both of her legs began to vibrate with quick, wide movements. How he had not seen the movement from the corner of his eye or felt the disturbance in the wagon from her constant shifting around was nothing short of a mystery to her. She was beginning to suspect he had caught on awhile ago, but was deliberately remaining quiet. Over the unbearable waves of pressure coming from between her legs, she could delegate little energy to deciphering Lawrence's intent and level of insight. All she knew was that if she did not speak soon, her worst case scenario was going to happen. Her lips spread an imperceptible distance, in preparation for the words she was still not sure how to speak, when suddenly, with a sensation similar to a mountain climber finding much needed footing on a narrow steep, she felt the pieces connect together. The idea occurred to her with a sudden wave of frustration. Without a word, she got up and moved herself to the back of the wagon, placing a hand against her overburdened privates the moment she was out of sight. Lawrence could have stopped at any point, she reasoned. He knew she had needed to go, and instead, he chose to forgo a minor inconvenience that would have brought her much relief. It's just like a chamber pot, she continued reasoning, smiling with malevolent pleasure. Lawrence could hear a quiet rustling behind him, the first noise unrecognizable, the second sounding akin to fabric brushing against other fabric. He turned back curiously and was greeted by a truly peculiar sight: Her robe was pulled up, her pants were pulled down, and her tail was arched up higher than usual, her exposed bottom facing toward him. He saw her behind quickly descend, the faintest trace of liquid dribbling down as she lowered it. There was the sound of water droplets against wood, and as her butt collided with the top of a bucket, the water droplets turned into a full on blast beating into the side of the bucket. She sighed with a slightly pained expression that soon turned into bliss. “H-Holo!” “I am in heaven...” “Wh-wh-what are you... What are you doing?!” “What does it look like?” “What makes you think that-” he faltered. “I just... why are you...? Why are you peeing in a bucket?!” “Do not act as if this is not your fault! I asked you to stop.” “Y-yes, that's true, but... if it was that bad you could have just said something!” “I shouldn't have needed to. If it was just a few more miles, I would have understood, but trying to guilt trip me into holding it for so long.... That is just cruel. Hmpf.” She turned away from him, still peeing a heavy stream into the bucket. “I...” Lawrence continued watching her with astonishment, his cheeks a dark shade of red. “There is no need to apologize. I believe with this we are even.... Also, I do hope you enjoyed gawking at me like a confused child the entire time.” Lawrence turned away muttering incomprehensibly. Holo's stream came to a creeping stop, and when it finished, she pulled up her pants and dumped the contents of the bucket out of the back of the wagon onto the road. She then returned to the front of the wagon and took her seat next to Lawrence. “...You know I use that to feed the horse? I'm going to have to wash it out when we get to town.” “Maybe you should have considered that before making an unreasonable demand of me.” Lawrence knew better than to respond. He just turned away with a mixture of confusion and stoicism.... But after several moments, the words seemed to leave his mouth on their own accord: “Really, though... How long did you have to go? I've never heard someone pee that-ow!” Holo stomped on his foot and crossed her arms in annoyance, turning away from him with her cheeks blushing warmly. Much to her dismay, he had concluded precisely what she had hoped would stay out of his thoughts. Lawrence turned away, smiling wryly. She may have won battle after battle, but attrition had won him the war.
  7. Going to use this topic to post some commission I had done for Spice and Wolf, all involving Holo. There were all commissioned from YaBoiMeowff over on InkBunny. They may contain super minor spoilers for Spice and Wolf up to and past the end of the anime series. --- Holo's nose wrinkled and she had to fight off the urge to twitch her ear. Her head turned toward the sky, gazing off into the west, where an array of billowy white cloud encroaching in on the horizon. “Rain...” She mumbled to herself. “What splendid timing.” “Did you say something?” Lawrence said, turning to look at her. Of course, she thought, frowning internally, but keeping her expression aloof. He was lost in thought again.... “No,” she replied, flatly. As far as she was concerned, it had been plainly obvious she had said something, and her refusal to say what it was had been a less than subtle hint—even for someone like Lawrence—that he'd better pay more attention to her. But much to her frustration, he turned away, apparently satisfied, and lost himself in thought once more. Now, she frowned externally. He knows how I feel about ships. I've told him again and again and I've made it no secret that I've been nervous about this trip. Yet, his mind thinks only of silver trenni this and gold lumione that—as it always does. I bet if he were paid enough he'd push my overboard for all he cares of me! She frowned a bit harder, a slight pang of guilt worsening her mood. She knew Lawrence cared deeply for her, but sometimes he could be so dense. They boarded the ship shortly after. The traveling merchant and his motley entourage: the beautiful young nun and the school boy. Playing the part of the young nun, Holo kept her ears tucked safely away underneath her hood, and her tail hidden in the expensive dress Lawrence had bought for her. Holo the Wisewolf was not one to be impressed by expensive gifts, but nice gifts were a different thing entirely. Feeling the soft fabric rub against her flesh reminded her that he did care, and it sometimes made it hard for her to stay angry. But all that quelled anger returned tenfold the moment they placed their order for food and drinks—or the moment Lawrence had placed it for all of them. It wasn't so much that he took it upon himself to place their orders, since he had the right to decide how his own money would be spent, and since he was largely responsible for financing all of them, there was only so much Holo could demand. It wasn't even so much the dank hole they'd been placed in, with the damp, smelly air and the damp smelly wood, and the sagging hammocks for beds, and the fact it was less a bedroom and more of a cargo storage area. The whole area smelled like a mixture of mold and urine and was aggressive on her nose, but she'd expected all of this and hardly used it as an excuse to justify anger against Lawrence. What she found unforgivable was what Lawrence had ordered: dried meat, cheap bread, cheap wine, and a pitcher of water. She never liked eating cheap food or drinking cheap wine, and sometimes she complained about it, or even held it against him—but ultimately she knew the situation. It was his money to spend, and the supply was limited and hard earned. However, it was expected that with all she endured with him, he would sometimes splurge a bit and get nicer things. That when they were on rickety ships sailing across the water, in a dark room that smelled of mold and piss that he would possibly buy something warm to drink, something delicious to eat. That when she was already stressed out from having to on the water, already ignored because he chose his thoughts over her, that he might attempt to distract her—if not with one thing, that is to say his actual time and attention, with something else, like his money. But Lawrence chose neither. After bidding goodbye to the sailor, he went straight to the only table in the room to pour over coins and profits and other droll things, all things he chose over Holo, leaving the aforementioned to her own devices. Needless to say, the moment the wine arrived, Holo began drinking. The only benefit to their dank little hole of a room was that the foul smell blocked out the scent of incoming rain—but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it. Every sway of the ship, the steadily worsening winds and growing waves. The water was growing restless beneath her feet. She nursed her wine, not intending to get drunk, but desiring to dull her senses a bit, and more than that, provide Lawrence with an opportunity to redeem himself. It's not as if I am a meek town girl desperately craving reassurance... but it would be nice if he could at least notice my discomfort. What is so important that he must count his money every chance he gets? Didn't he count it just a few days ago? Lawrence continued pouring over his paperwork, not even noticing when she slammed the cup down on the table and picked it up only a few moments later to take another drink. He is extra foolish today, is he not? Holo turned away, her brow crooked. She sat down on the hammock, but the moment her body sunk into the stretchy material, her body tightened a bit. Hmm, 'tis been awhile since I've last relieved myself.... Her eyes tightened. “Lawrence,” she said suddenly, putting on her most decadent tone. He turned back, blissfully unaware of her rage. “What's wrong?” Oh, must something be wrong for me to call your name? “'Tis just that I need to relieve myself.” “That would make sense,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “You've drank quite a lot of wine.” “Indeed.” She said through gritted teeth. “And now I need to urinate.” “So? Go on deck and pee, then.” Lawrence turned back to his papers. Holo bristled. She stood up a few moments later, after having given Lawrence plenty of time to have catch his rude mistake. She walked up next to him. “Lawrence.” She said curtly. He turned to face her with a queer expression. “What is the-” She stomped on his foot, turning his words into a stifled howl of pain. “What was that for?!” He barked. She walked back to the hammock, crossed her arms, and sat down again, eyes closed, her body turned away from him. Lawrence sighed with annoyance and rubbed his head. “Look, when you're ready to tell me what is wrong I am right-” “-I have already told you.” Lawrence frowned. “Remind me.” “...It is your own fault if you were not listening.” She turned her face away. “It is not the kind of a thing any real man would make a lady say twice.” He crooked a brow, but lifted his head in revelation a moment later. “Ahh....” He closed his eyes and collected himself, and then stood up. “It's raining quite badly, isn't it?” Holo watched him warily. Lawrence approached the door to their room and walked out. It seems like the fool has finally figured it out. She dead-panned. Though I suppose that remains to be seen.... She lifted her tail into her lap and groomed it. When Lawrence returned, he cleared his throat before speaking. “I talked to one of the crew. They're going to work on getting you a bucket, but it might take a little awhile. There is a storm about to hit and it's all hands on deck.” I could have told you that! Holo's jaw clenched. I did tell you that. “Also....” He rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously. “It is stupid, I know, but I forgot about your tail. That would be difficult to hide on a ship.” She looked back at him with an expression that said she found him as stupid as he felt. Looks like he figured it out. At least most of it. Will he remember the most important thing, however? “Good. It is about time. You do realize a mistake like that could cause you to lose many of your precious coins?” Lawrence blushed a bit and coughed into his hand. “W-Well, I wouldn't worry. When it comes that I am more careful.” He then headed for the table and sat down. He looked at Holo and at the tail in her hand. Seeing that her time was clearly occupied, he turned back to his money. “Speaking of which....” he mumbled, before disappearing completely into his own world again. Holo sat there, wide eyed, fighting the urge hang her mouth open in amazement. Could he truly be so dense? No, 'tis not possible.... 'Tis not possible somebody be as... as... stupid as this! She clenched her jaw. Does he not see what is in front of him unless it jingles and sparkled in the light? To forget about me for a bit and to get lost on his own I understand, but to say that. Surely it was a message? A jest? No. He is not smart enough for that. He merely spoke his mind, and he did so in the most transparent and rude way possible. Holo sat there racking her brain for suitable way to pay him back, something appropriate that would send a powerful message about what he had done, but nothing came to her. Whether the proceeds had been too egregious or she was too blinded by shock and annoyance to come up with anything clever she couldn't say; all she knew was that she would get him back for this. She crossed her legs and sipped her wine again. I do hope they hurry with that bucket. Holo groomed her tail for awhile, and then she petted it, trying to look busy as she stared off into a corner lost in thought. Those for whose benefit she needed to appear busy she was not sure. When she turned around to strike up a conversation with Col—partially with the intent to mock Lawrence—she found him curled up in his hammock sleeping blissfully, and Lawrence was so busy with his ledgers and bean counting had no worried of seeming this way or another. She crossed her legs a bit tighter. Where are they?! The boat swayed, almost as if in response to her thought. I understand the crew is busy handling the storm, but surely taking time to bring one bucket to one Wisewolf is not such a difficult task...? Unless they've forgotten me. Or more likely they have forgotten the fool and his meandering way of speaking. Holo squirmed. This is all his fault. He hasn't even turned around since he came back. He doesn't care at all that I have to relieve myself and can't until that bucket gets here. She frowned tightly. It is embarrassing to admit, but it's bad. It's one thing when I am drunk, but I am will not be reduced to dancing around like I am a child while I am sober. It is too shameful! She blushed at the thought. But it is bad. A lot worse than it should be considering how much I drank. I'll have to tell Lawrence. She glared daggers at his back. As much as it sickens me to even mention his name again. At least it'll give him a chance to redeem himself. Maybe he won't act like a complete fool this time.... “It is... worse now.” She said suddenly. Lawrence paused his writing and sat there, still for several moments. Then his head rose. “The need to pee?” “Yes,” she replied quickly. “It has been awhile.” “It has, but I'm sure they're very busy handling the storm.” “I'm sure they are, but what if they have forgotten? Am I supposed to remain like this all night...?” “You will not remain like that all night. If they don't come down soon, I will ask again, but I don't want to bother them with it. I don't need the crew thinking we are a hassle, or, even worse, telling that to the captain.” Holo opened her mouth to offer a rebuttal, but she let it close before speaking. “So just hold it for a little longer, okay?” At no point in his lecture did Lawrence turn around to actually look at Holo. When she didn't respond, he simply sighed and returned to his ledger. I cannot believe he would treat me like this! She thought, her jaw clenched again. I am sitting here trying to wet myself like a child and the only thing he cares about is his precious money! Maybe I should mark up on the deck and disrobe for all to see. I wonder what Lawrence would have to say to that! She swallowed and squirmed again. Her eyes veered over to him, and after verifying that he was not looking in her direction (which was of no surprise), she slipped a hand between her legs. This is nothing short of degrading! To make me, Holo the Wisewolf, hold her pee without making any effort to help.... Fool! I should go behind that crates over there and make water without saying a word. Holo's ears flicked a bit. …I could, couldn't I? It is not the sort of thing that I'd like Col to see of me, but.... She turned around and found him sleeping soundly. And since we are on a ship the urine would just soak into the wood after awhile, and it isn't as if it would affect the smell in here much. ...Who exactly would it trouble if I was to urinate over there? Not any of the crew, surely, but maybe.... She looked daggers at Lawrence's back again. All I have to do is stand up and walk over there. She squirmed again and bit her lip. Nature would do the rest.... She frowned and rose silently. See how you like this! She thought bitterly, approaching the crates. Lawrence stopped writing as he heard the sound of her footsteps. He listened to her, and turned around just as she was disappearing behind the crates. A suspicion made him rise. Holo stood in the back by a solitary window peeping out into the rainy abyss, her legs crossed tighter than she was willing to admit. She lifted her dress skirt and squatted down, embarrassed by how quickly she began to urinate. The warm liquid ran down her buttocks and sprayed on to the wood in front of her with a wet, hollow echo. That instant, Lawrence rounded the corner. His jaw dropped. “H-Holo!” She looked up at him, sneering, too angry to feel embarrassed. “What are you doing?! Stop!” “I can't stop, fool!” “B-But you can't-! You-!” “Idiot! Don't act like this isn't your fault! I've been waiting for over an hour and you've done hardly a thing to get me somewhere to go!” Lawrence went silent for a moment, his face struck with a sudden awe. “But... I... you can't....” “Enough! Stop staring at me! I will make sure you know just how wrong you are when I finish!” Lawrence turned around and walked out of sight, stuck standing dumbstruck as various realizations dawned on him. Holo's powerful stream against the wood slowly turned to a trickle and series of spurts that last for some time. When she was finally satisfied, she shook her bottom half, but to no avail. “Fetch me something to wipe with.” Lawrence obeyed faithfully, grabbing a handkerchief from the table and bringing over to her, a blush on his face as he looked at her glistening privates. “You are such a fool.” She snatched the handkerchief away and cleaned herself. “A true idiot.” She stood and draped her dress skirt back down to her ankles as she stepped away from her mess. He followed her away from the crates, back into the center of the room. She turned to face him, sneering. She lifted her foot and brought down onto his own. “Ow!” “You fool!” “Holo, if you had to go that bad, why didn't you-” “I tried to tell you!” She perched herself on her toes and leaned in close to his face. “But you were so concerned with your money that you didn't care!” Lawrence stared at her, as if his mind were processing things at a million miles per hour. And then his expression widened in a sudden understanding. “Ahh.” “Do not say 'ahh' as if you have it all figured out! It is not just that you ignored me, but that you forgot!” “Forgot...? Forgot about what?” “Exactly! Had you been paying more attention maybe you would have remembered. And I think now of all times would have been when you should have been paying attention, since you know I don't like traveling over sea.” Lawrence's expression of epiphany turned to one of guilt. She sat down on her hammock and sank downward, her arms crossed tight. “I am amazed, simply amazed by your foolishness. You've acted selfishly before, but nothing like this! It was as if I didn't even exist, but I exist now, don't I? ...Fool. And I could have looked past it all if you'd only have remembered—though if you had, I doubt there would be anything for me to look pa-” “-Falling off!” He said, as if the idea had struck him out of nowhere. She looked up at him, silent. “You're afraid of the ship swaying to the side. Your tail wasn't the only reason you didn't want to go up there. It was because you're afraid you'll fall into the water.” She blushed a bit, embarrassed at hearing it said so frankly. “A little late to the finish line, aren't we?” She lifts her tail into her lap and begins to groom it again. He slapped his head. “Damn it....” “Don't worry,” she said, suddenly calm. “Since you've spent so much time pouring over your money, you should know just how much you have to make it up to me.”
  8. There are a few I'm particularly interested and would love to see done. I hope to commission stories and an image to go along with these at some point. I'm not really into wetting so some of these are a bit of a stretch and mostly involve having to improvise to keep from wetting themselves. Amagi Yukiko (Persona 4) - She gets home after a desperate walk and finds the inn's bathrooms full of guests. After reaching a breaking point she ducks into the hot springs which are closed for the night figuring it can be washed away. However as she is finishing up she hears her dad coming in to clean the place and has to quickly bail to avoid being caught. Kirisaki Chitoge (Nidekoi) - From the episode where Chitoge and Raku are locked in the warehouse together. After talking with Raku and calming down from her fear of the dark Chitoge has to improvise a toilet when they cant get out the window. Elphelt (Guilty Gear) - At the beginning of Xrd when she and Ram aren't trusted and are locked in their rooms. They typically need an escort to be let out and go to the bathroom but at one point El is unable to contact someone and has to improvise. Holo (Spice and Wolf) - On a ship in one of their journeys a storm prevents Holo from going above deck to use the head and she has to find somewhere to go below decks. Other characters I'd love to see but don't have a specific scenario for would be Makoto from BlazBlue, Umi from LoveLive, and Emelia from Re:Zero.
  9. This was a commission by Bachiri over at FurAffinity from a few months back. I'm really pleased with how this turned out and thought some people here might be interested as well. Contains female Braixen desperation and peeing. I'm also always looking for writers willing to write this type of content, so if anyone here is open to taking commissions shoot me a message. --- “And this will be your room for the audition.” The crew worker said as she opened the door for me and my trainer, ushering us into a small dressing room. It had a vanity with bright lights, clothing racks in the back that actually had outfits in my size, some makeup that was easy to wash out of fur already laid out on the vanity and plenty of space in the center to practice in! It’s a perfect dressing room for a Braixen. “Sorry for the inconvenience,” the attendant’s words brought me back to reality, “but it will likely be up to two hours before your audition begins. We have more applicants than expected and you were both late getting here, so you’ve been bumped down to the last on the list.” I nearly went slack-jawed at this, but my bewilderment was replaced by anger before any surprise showed on my face. “Brai, Braixen braix!” I was about to go off on a tirade about how they couldn’t just bump us down the list because we were just a few… tens of minutes late, but my trainer, Will, stopped me with a response of his own. His voice immediately stopped mine in its tracks, suddenly no longer interested in seeming aggressive. “Oh, don’t mind Sasha, she’s a bit hot-headed, even by fire-type standards. The waiting won’t be a problem, I’m sure, it’ll just give us more time to practice if anything.” I fumed slightly, hating being called “hot-headed,” but he had enough of a point that I didn’t really care so much. What really got me though was that the human woman was giggling at his words. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk further into the dressing room, approached the vanity and took a seat on the little stool that was already fitted for a Pokemon of my size. I took a good look in the mirror as Will and the crew lady talked some more- about me, probably, but I didn’t really pay much attention at first, I wanted to make sure I looked at least somewhat decent before messing with any makeup. The mirror reflected all of my features flawlessly; my yellow and white fur above the waist, black fur below, red “flares” puffing out of my long and fox-like ears. I heard another giggle and a chuckle coming from behind me, and looking behind my reflection in the mirror I saw the same woman still chatting with Will. That she was still here talking to my trainer spoke a lot about her job dedication. For some reason, watching them made me feel irritated, and I glared at Will through the mirror. He was nineteen years old, with about five years of Pokemon training under his belt- four of them I had been with him through. His shaggy brown hair made a lot of people think that he was unkempt and messy, but in truth he was a bit of a neat-freak. He wore a black T-shirt with a Pokeball logo on the front, and some baggy denim shorts. As with most Pokemon trainers, his outfit was completed by a belt that held most of his Pokeballs as well as some utility pouches that held things like berries and medicine. He liked travelling light, and didn’t have any sort of backpack. After another few minutes, the attendant finally left. I didn’t feel bad about the psychic message I sent to Will after the door closed. Needless to say, the fact that I can telepathically speak to my master makes me a bit advanced for a Braixen, the whole Psychic-type thing belonging more to the older Delphox. “Hitting on girls again, Will?” He turned back to me with a weary sigh, the same one he always gives whenever I ask that question. Or at least he gives that sigh when I ask and it turns out he is in fact hitting on girls. The one time that wasn’t the case, he simply said no and kept walking, so I know that he wasn’t just talking about the weather in this case. “Are you ever gonna stop asking that, Sasha? I’m grown, I can get any lady that wants me. And of course I know they do, heh.” Unlike me, being limited to speaking the name of my species, Will was able to speak with an endless vocabulary. This would often get him some strange stares when I would talk to him mentally and he conversed with a Braixen that was silent, more often than not. Don’t get me wrong, trainers tend to talk with their Pokemon and get along well enough doing so, but our conversations tend to be very one-sided when it comes to vocalization. “Don’t you know that being a womanizer is generally considered bad for your image? Or even more importantly, MY image? If I’m going to be a pro dancer, I don’t want it to be outed that my trainer tries to get in bed with every walking pair of breasts.” Okay. I actually kind of regretted saying that. Will crossed his arms at me and shot me an irritated look. “Whoa, and where exactly did you learn that one?” My eyes shifted around the room, trying not to look him in the face as I tried to think of an excuse while simultaneously trying to shove out the memory of finding a certain magazine stuffed into one of his shoes as we were camping a few months back. Seconds passed as I tried to think of something, but I suppose he gave up as he gave another sigh and lowered his head before speaking again. “Look, you’re supposed to be on your best behavior today, remember? I know it’s important to you, and I want to support you, but the deal was you keep your cool and I help you prepare and practice. But if you prefer, I can just go to the Gym for a while and let you handle the audition yourself.” I immediately turned away from the mirror and back to him, barking out a pleading “BRAI!” “N-no! That’s not…! I… sorry, I’ll be good. I really do need your help, I need to be at my best if I’m going to impress Blaze.” Blaze was one of the best performance Pokemon in the region, often appearing in advertising and music videos. As a Blaziken- unoriginal name for one, perhaps- he was able to pull off all the moves and do so with grace and style. And best of all, he’s one of the judges today! Thinking of it made me mentally squeal, THE one and only Blaze watching me perform! Eeeeee! Oh, if I’m ever going to have a chance at impressing him, I need all the help I can get. Will eventually lowered his arms, not that I’d even noticed that he had crossed them, the silence between that and my last words almost becoming stifling. “Okay, well I suppose we both know that I’m gonna keep helping you either way. Let’s start with some practice. Oh, and before you do, here’s another bottle of tea.” He grabbed a plastic bottle from the behind of his belt, filled with pale-green liquid. Green tea, I’ve been drinking plenty of it in order to keep myself hydrated and help keep my fur shining. Without any hesitation, I leap down onto the floor and quickly swipe the bottle away and open it up before he even has a chance to react. As I started drinking, I felt a twitch just behind my groin, the first signals of a filling bladder. I suppose that made sense, as I’d had at least three of these things today before getting here. “Thirsty today, huh Sasha?” Will gave me a disapproving look from how quickly I had grabbed the bottle, making me stop drinking and fold my ears back slightly. “Sorry, I was going to say thank you.” I really was going to do that. I think he picked up on the sincerity, as his demeanor quickly softened. That was one of the many things I lo- liked, about him. He knew when to be strict, and when to be fair. “Alright then, well, finish up and let’s get started on practice.” I nod and continue to consume the contents of the bottle. Once it was empty, I tossed it into a small, plastic garbage bin that was conveniently placed in the corner of the room next to the door. Will gestured me over to the center of the dressing room as he half-squatted down on the vanity stool in my place, making me giggle slightly at the sight. He raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t say anything. As I took position for my opening sequence, I mentally mapped out what I would be doing for the next couple of hours. A warm-up, practice the beginner steps, a break, practice with the intermediate moves, another break, practice with the advanced set, a bathroom break, makeup and fur grooming, then the big show. I figured I would save the bathroom break for when there are only one or two auditioners left, as the makeup and grooming only take about ten minutes anyway. And besides that, it seemed like a simple bit of wisdom to assume that the more refreshed you feel going into something, the better the quality you’ll give. And so I decided not to say anything about it as I pulled the stick out of my tailfluff and took a stance to start practicing in. I started with a basic set, some fancy jumps and twirls, occasionally using the stick as a baton or a small pole, just a few simple and easy moves to get myself limbered up. I was careful to pace myself so that I wouldn’t get worn out, but even so I had to stop myself a few times to keep from throwing too much energy into a hip thrust or leg kick. As it was with every time I dance, I loved every second of it, and it wasn’t all that long in my mind before it was time to take a break. I exhaled as Will pulled another bottle of tea from the back of his belt, and this time I took it from him patiently after he’d extended his hand. Dancing has always had a calming effect on me. Maybe it has something to do with putting my energy to good, physical use. Maybe it’s the idea of being seen for my grace and poise. Or maybe I just freakin’ love it! Honestly I don’t really know for certain what it is, but every time I finish a dance and give that final flourish, seeing my most supportive fan- Will- applaud me, I always feel like I could take on the world just from that. As I twisted the cap off from the tea bottle, I felt a small wave crash against my insides, making me squeeze my legs together slightly before it just as suddenly receded. Oh, how much had I been drinking today again? I was surprised at how quickly it went from barely more than a twitch to an annoying nag, but that didn’t stop me from drinking. I had to keep hydrated, after all of the effort I’ve put in so far. And besides that, the more I hold, the better I’ll feel when I get to the bathroom, and the better I’ll perform when I hit the stage immediately after. That still makes sense, right? I drank the tea over the course of my ten minute break and tossed it into the trash bin before getting back to practice. This time the dances were a bit more advanced, needing better footwork and for Will to put on a bit of music. Classical, of course, more modern things like Pop just have no fluid rhythm. Okay, bad idea to think of the word “fluid” right now. Unlike the last round of practice, I really started to notice the pressure in my abdomen building up. It wasn’t an emergency or anything, but the sensation really got on my nerves after about thirty minutes. I had to wonder if it was affecting my dancing, it’s hard to tell if you’re squirming too much or not when your whole body is already in motion. After another ten minutes of dancing, working my limbs to the rhythm and keeping my thighs together as tightly as possible when I didn’t need to hold them apart, I made it to the second break. I gave a final flourish and Will clapped as I came to a standstill. He spoke up as I gave a friendly bow to my “audience.” “That was great, Sasha! You looked a bit tense though, nervous about the audition?” I bit my lip slightly before sending a psychic response. “Heh, I guess you could say that.” I had to suppress an urge to push a paw through my “skirt” of fur. Will simply flashed me a smile. “Well don’t worry, you’re gonna knock ‘em all dead with the moves you’ve been showing me, I just know it!” I couldn’t help but feel a warm blush growing upon my face. Praise was always better than punishment of course, but when it came from him… I shook my head a bit, clearing the thoughts from my head and the red from my cheeks. “Y-yeah I will! Thanks.” His confidence was contagious enough at least. With that, he handed me the last bottle of tea from off his belt and I again started drinking from it. My muscles were tiring out despite my pacing and I had to keep drinking, but this time I only gulped down about half of it before placing the bottle upon the vanity counter. I sat down on the stool for a bit while Will stood next to the door, and relaxed for a few minutes. Well, relax was a relative word, as I still needed to relieve myself quite badly, but I remained resolute in the plan. One more round of practice, run to the bathroom, run back for the final prep work, head out and blow away the judges. I could still hold it, but it would be a mad dash to the ladies’ room, no doubt about that. But… maybe it was better to be safe than sorry? As I started to have doubts about the plan, I heard a couple of voices coming from outside. One of them was speaking in a Pokemon language, and it sounded like a Gardevoir. It seemed that Will must have heard them too, as he quickly turned his head toward the door. Curious, I scooted myself off the stool and moved over to the door and opened it up a crack, just enough to peek out into the hallway. It was a trainer and, as I suspected, a Gardevoir arguing about something. “Please? We have to stay at least until my turn! He can wait for half an hour, can’t he?” The Gardevoir sounded almost frantic, apparently trying to convince her trainer not to leave before it was her turn to audition. By the sound of it, she was probably set to go up just before my turn. “Hey, I know this is important for you, but we can always do this on another day, can’t we?” I almost gasped at the guy’s naivety to the fact that Blaze was only acting as a judge TODAY, before going on a month-long tour through the regions. “No! Please, just do me a favor and let me do this audition before worrying about anything else and I swear I’ll make it up to you.” The Gardevoir had literally gotten on her knees and started begging, leading her trainer to sigh. “Alright, fine, but it’s forty-five minutes, tops. And if anything else comes up before that, we leave immediately, audition or no.” The girl got back up and followed him closely. “Okay, I understand, thank you!” They both walked back up the hallway, quickly leaving my sight. I closed the door again and turned toward Will. “Huh, I wonder what all that was about?” My Trainer simply shrugged at the question. I half-waddled back over to the stool and took another gulp of tea before setting the bottle back down on the vanity surface. Once break time was done, I got on with the last stretch of practice. Advanced step dances, ballet, country line, aerial, contemporary, anything that I could think of to use before narrowing it down to what I would be doing in the audition. Of course, the fact that concentrating on my moves helped keep my mind off my aching bladder was a welcome plus, but a fleeting one. It really didn’t take long for my biological needs to take center stage. I tried my best to suppress the urge, but after enough time and fluids, nothing can stop the instinct to keep your legs locked together tight. And that tends to really put a stop to any thoughts of dancing. I kept myself collected for about twenty minutes and I was just on the cusp of stumbling over my ever-tightening thighs when there was a sudden knock on the door. Will turned and stepped up to the door to open it, revealing that same attendant girl who brought us to the room over an hour ago. “Hey, just wanted to let you both know that your Pokemon’s audition is two slots away, so it should be her turn in about half an hour.” She smiled at Will in a way that made me feel uneasy. Well, MORE uneasy. It took most of my concentration already to keep from shifting my weight everywhere. “Alright, that’s good to know, thanks for the heads up.” Will returned the smile, but quickly closed the door as the attendant gave a short nod and walked off, probably to make sure that everybody was kept updated on the audition order. I sat down on the stool again, deciding to take my final break a bit early. After nearly losing my composure in that last bout, I figured that it was time to stop taking risks. Once I sat down though, it was too difficult to keep myself from moving and I had to keep my legs held together tightly. I think Will noticed it pretty quickly, so I tried to keep my eyes down by slowly drinking the rest of that tea bottle. It wasn’t until about nine or ten minutes later that he finally said something. “Hey Sasha, you sure you’re alright? You’ve been tense and fidgety since we got here, it seems like. If you’re too nervous-” A flash of that Gardevoir girl shot through my mind, and the idea of being pulled out of the audition was enough to make me jump up, nervously chirping my species name before responding properly with mental words instead of vocal ones. “N-no, no that’s alright, I just… I’m just gonna head to the bathroom, that ought to help a bit.” I almost said ‘a lot,’ but I corrected my thoughts. I hopped off of the stool and made a great physical effort to not let my paws fly to my crotch as I headed toward the door. As I opened it, I realized that somebody was standing behind it. The door swung back to reveal that attendant girl again, who had her hand up as though she were about to knock again. “Oh, hey! Uh, I just wanted to let you both know that the auditioning pair ahead of you just dropped out, meaning that Sasha here has been bumped up. She’ll be going on in five minutes. Sorry for the interruption, and good luck!” And just like that, I was completely frozen. I felt a scream trying to form in my throat, but it died with my failed attempts to breathe. The woman pushed the door closed as Will thanked her from behind me. “Hey, alright! Five minutes instead of twenty, I guess we’d better get started on your makeup, huh Sasha? Er… Sasha?” Will’s voice snapped me out of my stupor, but instead of focusing on the makeup, I thought about what I was going to do. The only bathroom I saw in this building was in the lobby, which was about two minutes of walking away from this dressing room. Maybe one minute if I sprinted, but my legs were still worn from all the dancing practice and I needed to keep what strength they had left for the audition, plus who knows how much I’d spill if I ran too hard. So, two minutes for walking, one to pee, and two to get back left no time at all. I almost entertained the thought of simply trying to hold it through the audition, but after almost stumbling during that last part of practice, I knew it wasn’t going to be possible to keep my liquids locked in while also giving even a half-decent performance. “Uh… you know how I said I was gonna go to the bathroom?” I looked up at Will, trying to give a sincere and apologetic smile that probably looked more like the grin of somebody who knew they were completely doomed. “…Yeeeaaahh…?” His response was long and drawn out, telling me that he probably already knew what I was going to say. “Well, I don’t think I can hold it through the audition…” I felt like someone who had just dropped an expensive vase. “You’d better hurry then, the bathroom is in the lobby. Gotta get back here in time.” Will crossed his arms again, wanting to make sure that I didn’t get the idea of peeing on the carpeted floor. As if I would… willingly… let that happen. “I won’t make it! Help me find something or I’m gonna explode!” I gave a desperate whine as I tried to play up my urgency a little bit. It didn’t take much, as it couldn’t have been more than ten more minutes before I really did hit my limit. “Agh, how long have you been holding it in for!?” He looked more than a little annoyed, and he raised his voice a little bit. Oh well, this wasn’t the first time that he was mad at me about something. “Um… since we got here? Heh…” I gave an awkward “I dun goofed” smile as I tried to both get back on his good side and get the lid back on the snaking droplet of dampness that I felt running down the inside of my thigh. “Great. And you’ve been drinking tea all day, so that probably doesn’t help. Why didn’t you go sooner, huh? No, nevermind, I don’t really want to know.” He closed his eyes for just a second in clear disapproval before opening them again and looking around the room. He only had to look for a few seconds before pointing at something behind me. “How about that?” I followed his finger and turned to face something that would be just big enough to act as a make-shift toilet. The trash bin in the corner of the dressing room, the same one that I had been tossing my empty tea bottles into. My eyes practically lit up. It was perfect in size and capacity, I could just squat and let rip without any problems. Well, no IMMEDIATE problems anyhow. “Are you sure I can use it?” I asked Will as I hopped from foot to foot with my paws pressed securely to my groin. “Yeah, just be quick about it, that lady will be back any minute. And if she comes back before you’re done, I’m going to completely deny that I had any idea you intended to pee in their trash.” I shrugged slightly and quickly approached the bin. “I don’t think they’ll care, you ARE my Master after all.” I stepped up to the bin, carefully pulled my paws up to the hem of my “skirt” of fur and pulled it up to the best of my ability. I turned my face away and did a sort of sitting squat over the rim of the plastic container. Once I was certain that my fur wouldn’t be bunched up against the wall or slide down into the trash and into the path of my stream, I relaxed… Well, I tried to at least. I waited a few seconds, but nothing was coming out right away. I tried to push, but all that I got for my trouble was a dribble that only made my rump feel a little bit warmer than it should have. Frustrated at myself that I couldn’t let go at the most critical time, I threw my head back with an annoyed sigh, only to realize exactly why I was stopped up. Will was looking directly at me. “Uh… Will, could you maybe… turn around or look away for a bit?” “Huh? Yeah, sorry…” He had a bit of a blush show up on his face, but I doubted that it was anything compared to the burning that I felt on mine. Almost as soon as he turned away, I felt a long dribble come out on its own. It pattered down to the bottom of the bin, quite noisily with all the empty bottles echoing every little impact. That sound quickly grew louder as my muscles relaxed further, and the dribble grew into a torrent. As all the tension in my abdomen eased into blissful relief, I briefly wondered if I would have actually made it if I had the chance to stop to the plan I had made earlier. I shuddered both at the thought and from of a wave of pleasant tingling that came with relieving myself of a full bladder. The droning sound of the trash bin being filled with my recycled tea filled the room for almost a minute before it started to fade out. I gave a mighty sigh of relief as I turned my eyes upward again, blushing at Will who was still turned around. As the last patters of urine dripped down into the bin, I stood up. There wasn’t really anything to wipe with, so I was kinda forced to air-dry for a bit. Not very comfortable, but nothing was going to be dripping out of my fur at this point. I look away a bit, but noticed that I was able to make eye contact with his reflection in the mirror. I met his gaze for just a second until he turned his head away from mine. I suppose he noticed that I’d noticed. “… Sorry, I really had to go.” I meekly give my apologies, but he waves it off. “It’s alright, Sasha. When you gotta go, you gotta go. I’ll just sneak the trash bin to the bathroom and drain it while you’re auditioning. Anyway, only have a couple minutes to groom you and pretty you up.” I smiled and hopped up onto the stool, hoping that my fur was enough to keep it dry. Will really didn’t have a lot of time to work with, but he managed to get some ribbons into my ear flames and brush most of me down, enough to at least pass as someone who had tried to look presentable. Just in time too, as there was another knock on the door as he finished brushing my skirt, followed by the door being opened by none other than the attendant girl. “Hey you two! Sasha, you’re up, I’ll lead the way. Hey, what’s that sm-” I immediately hopped off the stool and started yelping the name of my species, basically just to say “Hey, you’re here! Alright, let’s get the show on the road already!” Of course, it all came out sounding like “Braixen” as I ushered her out of the room and to show the way. She gave a nervous chuckle as I shoved past her. Will simply sighed behind me and the door closed behind us.
  10. Zenkopan

    Request Thread

    Probably a long shot here but I guess this is the best place to post this. Actually a commission rather than a request since I personally hate having others do things for free. There are a few stories I'm looking to get done, a couple Pokemon and one from the original LoveLive. Would be willing to negotiate a price if someone feels up for taking any of them and they have some good stories for reference. For the Pokemon stories they would primarily involve feral canine Pokemon such as Eeveelutions, Ninetales, Absol, etc.. Despite being feral they would be sapient and able to communicate at least among each other (see alexxx's stories for instance). The LoveLive story would be to go along with a picture I commissioned a while ago that I want to have a bit of a backstory written for. The image is: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=59337608 (explicit nudity) I guess the other thing I should warn about this is that while I enjoy the holding/desperation part of this community I'm not into wetting which seems to be the main preference of most users here. As such these stories would basically involve desperation up to the point they know they can no longer hold it and need to improvise another solution. I guess if anyone's up for it send me a message and we can discuss the details.