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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Tentacool in Make her squirm... For science!   
    Awww, I feel bad for Papaya. We should definitely find a way to “comfort her”.  Maybe a little bladder massage ;)) 
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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    Am not into furry omo too much, but just want to say your artwork is lovely. I love your style and you seem to have a very good eye for anatomy. 
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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Biku in Biku Commission thread   
    Damm Biku, doing God’s work. Keep it up! 
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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Elytross in League Of Legends Art   
    Dude! Your so talented! The backgrounds and color coordination are so pleasing to look at. Your omo drawings are fantastic! 
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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Tentacool in Make her squirm... For science!   
    I’m not a big fan of scat, but that portal tech sounds pretty creative. I’d like to try it out. Also, as for the interview questions, learning about Papaya’s past would be nice. Why she signed up for the interview and a bit of backstory. 
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    Vapordrops reacted to Night Rain in Faust's Interactive Stories 4   
    Let's go with 3.
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    Vapordrops reacted to Biku in Biku animation   
    I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy!

    pee_Trim.mp4
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    Vapordrops reacted to Unknown104 in Queen Kira's Quest   
    Note that this story has very long holding/peeing times and extreme desperation, for those who don't like that sort of thing.
    This is a follow up to a short story I posted here.
    I hope you enjoy it!
     
     
    Kira paced down paced in the hallway, a roar of laughter and the sounds of joy filling the night air. She placed a hand on her flat stomach, feeling the metal ribs of the corset under her dress, making her appearance seem deceitfully plain. Her heart raced- how was she going to make it through this?
     
    "My queen?"
     
    Her head snapped up, her gaze resting upon Vea. Her dark hair had been tied in a ponytail behind her head, wearing a cotton dark blue dress. The fabric stopped a few inches below her knees and above her elbows, still allowing her some freedom. Kira, however, didn't have such a luxury, having forced herself into a long, hot dress. She had made sure to wear a linen shirt and leggings beneath her dress, trying to hide the corset.
     
    "Are you sure the corset isn't too tight? We still have a few moments before we have to enter."
     
    "No, no thank you." She said, releasing a quivering breath. Kira had prepared for this for weeks, making sure she didn't take in as many fluids as usual. She had focused on being able to hold without showing her desperation outwardly. Countless mages in her court had given her numerous potions, spells, and other magical elements which strengthened her bladder muscles, allowing her to hold much more for much, much longer than any of her kind. Yet, she still felt incredibly the desperation that came with holding her waters for so long.
     
    She felt Vea's soft hand touch her shoulder. "It's only two short hours. You've made it this far, I'm sure you can make it." Vea said with a small, comforting grin. "Sir Bandon said you could have your first break if you were accepted tonight. I'll be right there if anything happens, my queen."
     
    Kira took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. "Thank you... I...
    I needed that." She exhaled, opening her eyes. "Let's go."
     
    Vea nodded. She stepped forward and pushed the door open before she stepped to the side. Kira entered, coming to an abrupt end. A single, rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, a plate in the middle filled with different meats, bread and salt, and a pitcher of wine. Sir Bandon and his older son sat on the left, the son giving her a cold state as she approached. His younger son sat at the right side with a woman, no older than the age of twenty-five. A woman sat at the top of the table, taking one more bite out of her pork sausage before she wiped her mouth. Two chairs had been left vacant for the two at the bottom of the table.
     
    "Good evening, Sir Bandon." Queen Kira bowed. Her thighs twitch a little as it accommodated the new pressure. She stayed bowed for a respectable amount of time, before rising once again.
     
    "And to you too, Queen Kira." He nodded. His clothes were fine, made of fresh wool and silk. He wore a large fur cloak, certainly worn and old. "You've met my sons, Gregor and Benjen." His wrinkled right hand motioned to the two.
     
    "Good evening," She bowed her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sir Bandon. "I left the copper and silver with your treasurer, as requested, and I have brought my adviser. I hope that isn't a problem."
     
    "Not at all." He smiled. "Ah,- where are my manners," He stood up, motioning to the lady at the head of the table. "Allow me to introduce you to my liege lady, Lady Laerra. She holds Dominion over this and many other regions in the Human Kingdom."
     
    Lady Laerra glanced up at her with a smile. "Good evening. It is an honor to meet an Elven Queen."
     
    "The honor is mine, my lady."
     
    "Please, sit."
     
    Kira nodded, quickly taking her seat. An empty plate sat in front of her with a wooden fork and knife, with a small, metal goblet sitting beside the plate. Vea sat beside her, an open chair left between her and Gregor.
     
    "Well, don't just sit there, girl!" Sir Bandon raised his voice to the girl. Her head shot up, a glassy film over her eyes. "Y-Yes, forgive me, milord." She quickly stood, a large bulge filling her midriff. The woman quickly grabbed the pitcher of wine and shuffled to Kira's side. She could feel her ragged breath on her neck as she filled her cup. Kira glanced to the left, watching her hobble over to Vea and repeat the process, her bladder sending little pangs of need each time she heard the splashing of wine. She set the pitcher down at the center of the table, making her way back to her seat.
     
    "We've prepared pork, mutton, beef, and venison, along with our bread and salt. I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Sir Bandon said. Kira cautiously looked up at Lady Laerra, assuring she had permission before taking some bread and venison. She nodded.  

     
    The other's continued with their meals as Kira took a small bite out of the venison. It had been masterfully prepared, though she didn't really have the capacity to admire it, what with thoughts of her full bladder cluttering her mind.
     
    Her eyes wandered back over to the servant's, her face straining as she shuffled in her seat. A trembling hand rubbed her bladder, her legs double crossed underneath the table. Kira could relate to the poor girl's plight, though she didn't have the luxury of being outwardly desperate or crossing her legs for that matter.
     
    "So... I must ask, Queen Kira," Lady Laerra asked as she stabbed into another piece of her sausage. "Pardon me if this seems crude, but how did you come to be in charge of the Elven Kingdom?" She quickly took another bite. "As far as I've heard, your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tavern maid... Anyone else in your position wouldn't be anywhere near a throne."
     
    Kira glanced towards the floor. "Well... I cannot say it has been easy..." She huffed. "A civil war had broken out between the elves once I had reached womanhood. My father and I smithed sharp weapons and strong armor to our prior queen, Lady Ana. She and I became acquainted, and eventually, we had won, though our enemies cursed us and swore vengeance. We've yet to encounter them again. " She took a small sip of wine, all the talking making her mouth dry up. "Eventually, she passed, and appointed me the ruler."
     
    "I see," Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "What is this lass' story, then?" She pointed her fork towards Vea.
     
    "She's my right hand, my lady. She was once a skilled archer, bound in service to Lady Ana. When she passed, she then swore to serve me, though under a different role." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes darting to Vea for a moment before returning to Lady Laerra. "Vea is an excellent adviser and a better friend. I doubt I would be where I was today if not for her." She glanced over to her, a small grin on her face. Vea took a bite out of her bread, straightened her lips and glancing downwards.
     
    A particularly strong urge made itself apparent, causing her to squeeze her legs together. She'd have ripped the lower half of the dress away to cross her legs if this meeting wasn't so important.
     
    "M-Malady..." The woman to their right spoke, her entire form shivering. "Might I-I be ex- excused?"
     
    "No, you may not."
     
    The poor girl whimpered, her arms tensing up and her elbows locked, both hands shoved in her crotch. "Please, malady, it- it's rather urgent."
     
    "She said no, girl." Gregor snapped. His tone was harsher. The girl moaned quietly, slumped over in her chair.
     
    "Show respect to your liege lady, peasant!" Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her back up to the chair. Her face was covered in sweat, tears welling in her eyes.
     
    "Malady-" A pained whine passed through her, rocking in her chair. "It- it's been
    , I need to release!" She took a few quick breaths in. "I-I can't-"
     
    A hissing sound filled the room. Piss splattered on the ground. Kira's eyes widened as the girl pissed, hard. She felt her hands move to her lap, squeezing her dress as she focused on keeping her own load inside.
     
    The four humans stared at her in shock as she continued to pee. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't stop!" She cried, her clothes soaked with piss. Kira's face strained as she clenched her thighs together, her legs shaking from the effort.
     
    Eventually, her stream slowed to a stop, tears staining her cheeks and a large puddle forming under the table.
     
    "I..." She looked up to Lady Laerra. "I'm so sorry, my lady! Please forgive me!"
     
    "Get her out of my sight." Lady Laerra commanded. "
    . Take her to her quarters."
     
    "Right away, my lady." Sir Bandon stood, along with his sons. Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her out from her chair forcibly. "This way, wench. You'd have better enjoyed it. Making a mockery of us..." He grumbled.
     
    "It might be the last time you piss for a very long time, girl," Gregor spoke, his voice raspy. "You wait till your father hears of this."
     
    The four exited the room. Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "I apologize. She will be punished for such rudeness."
     
    "Worry not, Lady Laerra."
     
    "Anyway, I think we should move to the topic at hand: our deal."
     
    "Y- Yes?" Kira raised her head. Her bladder throbbed, begging for any form of release.
     
    The Lady stared her down for a moment, taking note of every fidget and twitch Kira made- every sign of need or urgency about her.
     
    "The gold you've given us is adequate, and you haven't released your waters in well over five months now..." She took a quick sip of her wine. "But, your kingdom has almost nothing to give us in return. Our lands are plentiful and fertile, our soldiers are many and strong, and we have no use for your weapons."
     
    She lifted her glass up, swishing the wine around as she shot Kira a devious look- similar to that Sir Bandon's sons had given her in the months prior. "Honestly, I could keep you filled and desperate for months longer."
     
    "You can't!"
     
    Kira's head shot to the right.
    Vea leaned forward in her seat.
     
    "And why not?"
     
    "Queen Kira has held for long enough! She has proven her worth!" She spoke with passion, standing up and pushing her chair back. "For five months, she has fought day in and day out for her kingdom! She's spent countless nights staying awake so she would still keep her oath! She has never been late on the deliveries for coin, or steel, or arms!" She pled, clasping her hands together and intertwining her fingers. "Please, my lady. She deserves some rest, for a few nights, at least."
     
    Lady Laerra looked up at her. She stared in silence for a minute. Then two. Three, four, five...
     
    "You," She pointed a thin finger to Vea "grab the chamberpot." Her finger moved to the corner of the room, a large, brass pot sat at the corner. Vea nodded, quickly retrieving it. She took it by its sides and picked it up, her arms barely wrapping around it to pick it up. It was about twice as heavy as any crossbow or sword she had ever held, and just as wide as a shield. She took slow, cautious steps.
     
    Queen Kira could feel her desperation rising with each step Vea took with the chamber pot in her hands. The corset seemed to grow tighter, her bladder bump seeming to grow larger, and the need undeniably growing to its breaking point. She fidgeted a little, her legs crossing as she tried to keep her composure
     
    "That pot could easily hold the waters of even the fullest bladder. We used to use them as wine pitchers for feasts, though they were far too impractical. They could fit around half a keg if you filled it to the brim."
     
    Lady Laerra stood up from the table. "Set it down, right beside your queen."
     
    Vea did as she was told and stood at Kira's side, wishing not to endanger her queen's chances of relief any further.
     
    "You'll have your chance to relieve yourself, but not before I have." She hiked up her long dress, pulling her panties down and squatting down over the pot. Queen Kira stared at her with wide eyes. "N-No, my lady, ple-"
     
    A loud hissing sound filled the room, piss colliding with the inner walls of the chamberpot. Kira almost doubled over, her legs squeezed together tightly. She took a few bated breaths, attempting to turn her head away.
     
    "You
    watch if you want to pee after me."
     
    She groaned quietly and focused directly on her, as much as it pained her bladder to do so. Lady Laerra stared at her, her face as solid and stoic as stone. Kira almost questioned if she could feel anything.
     
    A minute or so passed, her stream still going as strong as when she began. She rubbed her bladder over the corset, throbbing wildly she leaned forward slightly. One hand had balled itself into a fist, the other pressed into her lap.
     
    Two desperate minutes passed, the stream still very strong. Kira held herself openly with both hands, not caring who saw or how she acted anymore. She could feel her bladder trying to push its overfilled load out onto the floor of Lady Laerra's kitchen. Vea watched on- she had never seen her Queen this desperate, not even on her worst nights.
     
    "My lady, please. The Queen-" "N-No, I can wait..." Kira said, her voice shaking and quiet. Her entire body strained and trembled, exerting so much force to keep her pee from leaking out.
     
    Two more minutes passed. Tears formed in Kira's eyes. She had turned towards the Lady, forcing herself to keep her eyes on her, no matter how difficult it was. Sweat poured from her legs and chest, her linen shirt surely drenched by this point. Her teeth felt like they were floating, her piss dangerously close to squirting out.
     
    Finally, the stream abruptly stopped, still quite strong by the end of it. Kira could've sworn she saw her legs twitch as she stopped, though she didn't have the capacity to process it at the moment, currently taken up by five months worth of pee. Her head shot up, watching as Lady Laerra pulled her panties back up. "You may go."
     
    She didn't need to tell her twice. Kira shot up out of her chair and hiked up her dress. She tore her leggings down with her panties, a torrent of pee shooting out of her forcefully. Her whole body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She felt her arms fall to her sides, her aching bladder crying out in ecstatic glee now that it was finally able to release. A goofy smile spread across her face, the world around her seeming to fade away in the relief. Her mind felt foggy- as if she had just awoken from a long slumber. The feeling continued for what seemed like an eternity, and she relished in every second of it.
     
    "Stop."
     
    Kira hadn't been expecting her to have to stop. Panic set in almost immediately. She squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles up, but the stream still flowed. Her brow wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to stop it.
     
    "I said stop." Lady Laerra repeated, a little harsher this time.
     
    "I-I'm trying..." Kira locked up, her body straining and creaking under her demands. She'd have loved to just sit there and piss the entire contents of her bladder out... with no one to stop her from relieving herself.
     
    Alas, she wasn't so lucky. Tears came to her eyes, her legs shaking as she finally managed to slow the stream. She finally cut it off, her urethra stinging and her bladder howling for more to be released.
     
    Kira pulled her leggings back up and pushed her dress. She walked back over to Vea and clasped her hands together. Her arms were shaky, uneasy, though her legs were in such a worse state. Her bladder throbbed wildly, only a fraction of its capacity being released in the short minutes it had been allowed to release it.
     
    "Now, remind me..." Lady Laerra crossed her legs. "How long of a drive is it back to your capital?"
     
    "T-Three days, my lady."
     
    "You may release the rest once you get there. That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lady Laerra questioned with s devilish smile, leaning forward and taking a sip of her wine. "You're not going to piss yourself, are you queen? I will find out if you do, and you
    what happens then."
     
    "Of course not, my lady," Kira responded with a shaken voice, though she wasn't certain she could keep her promise. if she could've, she'd have pissed right then and there and would've gladly taken whatever punishment Lady Laerra's could've dished out, but there was more at stake than just her. She had a kingdom to feed and protect, she wasn't going to fail them- quite the opposite, in fact. Kira was going to give it her all, regardless of whether she had to hold another three days or another three months.
     
    "Good. You've got a long ride ahead of you, best hurry along."
     
    "R-Right, yes." She stepped to the right side of the table. "Thank you for your hospitality, my lady. I look forward to our next meeting."
     
    "As do I, Queen Kira."
     
    "Until then." She quickly turned around and heading towards the exit. Vea pushed the door open for her, allowing her to step through first. She shot Lady Laerra an angered glare, but she still kept her little devious grin.
     
    "Vea,"
     
    Her head turned, immediately shutting the door and walking towards her queen. "Yes, my queen?"
     
    Kira was leaned against the wall, her legs pressed together and a hand in her lap. "Let's go."
     
    "Yes, my queen. I'll get the carriage."
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    Vapordrops reacted to Captain L in Everyday Life With a Fetishist (Monster Musume)   
    Author's Note: This isn't the entire story. This was just supposed to be the intro, it just ended up being long enough that I could post it here already.
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    It was a nice day in Japan, though what city Papi couldn't recall. It was probably mentioned a lot, but that was a lot to remember. All that mattered to the harpy was that the sky was a perfect blue that matched her hair perfectly, very few clouds to break it up, and a very bright sun that hurt bad to look at. But the light looked really cool as it shined through Papi's slime friend, Suu, the parts of her translucent blue body not covered by the yellow raincoat dyeing the glow against the concrete walk.
     
    The two monster girls were on their usual walk through the park, enjoying a warm day away from Kimihito's busy home, but they had to be careful. As monster girls, they weren't allowed to be out without host accompaniment...maybe. Papi didn't remember any rules against being out. All that mattered was that Papi and Suu were enjoying themselves.
     
    However, just due to poor planning, Papi was distressed at the moment. Miia had been taking up the toilet around the time the two left the house, so Papi didn't use it even if there was the desire, and she didn't think that would be a problem. Now, she was really regretting ignoring that most basic need, because it had come back to bite her. Hard. Less than an hour later, she could already be considered “desperate”, and that was an understatement. Her scaled legs were rubbing together, her short denim shorts pressing against her panties. At least she was unable to button her shorts due to only having a claw on the end of her wings, so it wasn’t constricting her bladder. Small comforts, though.
     
    Suu was fascinated by the way Papi was struggling. With a gelatinous form as hers, that ability to morph, she was always on the watch for actions to copy to better imitate organic girls. And right now, Papi was doing something Suu had never seen before. She wasn’t about to copy it blindly, but she was observing, to find the function.
     
    It took a few seconds before Papi realized she was being watched, thankfully only by Suu and not the random passerby. It took a little for her to realize what was happening, but Papi did catch on. “You don’t know anything about pee, do you, Suu?” Just thinking about it was making her need feel worse, and she pressed the tips of her wings between her legs, spreading the feathers perpendicular to her chest.
     
    Suu tilted her head in confusion, unsure what Papi was referring to. Either despite or because of her liquid composition, while she did intake and expel water to satisfy thirst and filter chemicals, she had no biological need to relieve herself. She didn't even have the anatomy to do so, no internal organs or urethra, she was nothing more than animated goo.
     
    Right now, Papi didn't have time to explain anything. The poor girl was bursting to leak, she needed something, anything, to answer nature's call in. There was no public bathroom within immediate sight, which meant the nearest one was too far for the harpy to make, so she needed an alternative. And now, she'd take just about anything.
     
    Her attention was first drawn to the fountain, with streams flowing out from a spire in the center, probably the worst thing a direly desperate girl could see. It had water, that was enough to make Papi consider it, but Master got mad at her last time she used that fountain. Even if he wasn't here, she wouldn't do something he was against. She needed a second option right now, her body couldn't hold out much longer, she was already wavering and whimpering under the pain.
     
    Next in her vision were the bushes, off to the side of the walk. Not very tall or wide, they were nothing more than scattered shrubbery that were not at all suited for a potty, Papi was going to move onto another choice. Her bladder caught wind of that and wasn't having any of it, which it articulated by sending a spasm through her abdomen, threatening to release its contents if its demands were not meant. With that agony coursing through her, Papi really had no choice but to give in and do her business in the flora, which she made no hesitation in waddling towards with her wings still firmly planted on her shorts. Suu followed slowly, unsure where her friend was going.
     
    It was a difficult journey, but Papi made it behind the plants safely. Relatively, of course, she wasn't completely dry upon reaching her destination, a stream of urine escaped into her panties every few steps, but they were small enough to ignore in sight of the greater objective. Due to her stilted walk, Suu had no problem staying close, and both were out of sight.
     
    Papi looked around nervously for any people who could see her, which were gratefully absent. It didn't really matter, nothing was going to stop the dam from bursting, publicly or not. And she was ready to let it happen, freeing her wings while continuing to jiggle her legs to keep the flood at bay. She didn't need to worry about the button on her shorts, but there was still a zipper preventing her from just removing the denim, a zipper that needed to come down this second. Gripping the metal as best as she could with a claw, she pulled downwards with as much force as she could manage, only to be met with resistance. The zipper wasn't moving.
     
    Papi didn't believe it at first. “W-what's going on,” she asked, a breathy tone to her voice. She gave it a few more tugs, but there was no give. “Nonononono, please come off,” she begged like her clothes would listen and comply. “I have to go tinkle so much, it needs to be now!” She pulled her zipper even more, harder and harder, giving no consideration to the strain it was putting on her bladder. Absolutely no progress was made.
     
    It wasn't so much that the zipper was stuck, but Papi couldn't get a good grip, her avian anatomy wouldn't allow it when her wings were shaking. Maybe it could be accomplished, but she was going to need help, really soon because she had about a minute left at best. And wasn't it just her luck, she had Suu. “Suu, please, help me take my shorts off.”
     
    Suu had her habits of going after the girls below the waist, it was something she had grown fond of. But now, Papi, her closest companion, was sincerely asking for her help. She couldn't refuse that. Besides, if she did Papi a favor, perhaps she would be repaid. She didn't say anything, but she reached out towards Papi's pants with full intentions of assisting.
     
    Suu had forgotten that she was a slime creature, the reason she wore a rubber raincoat for clothing, because otherwise she'd just soak through the garment. That's exactly what happened, as soon as she touched the jean shorts, her fingers just passed through, the moisture turning the light blue denim much darker. Suddenly, Suu was losing hydration, and that was dangerous.
     
    Papi ran through a gambit of thoughts and emotions in the following seconds. First was the surprise that Suu was unable to help, which was succeeded by Papi cursing herself for not realizing that before. Trailing just behind was the shock of the cold water on the bottom of her belly and top of her panties, which wasn't going to stay chilled for long. Both because of the surprise at the situation and the frigid shock on her bulging bladder, she was unable to contain her pee any longer.
     
    Papi made a few squeaks in response, she pushed her wings back into her crotch, knocking Suu away. She bent her knees and stuck her butt out behind her, shaking it on the low chance it would help her hold it past this surge of desperation. Of course, that was never going to work, and the warm yellow liquid began further darkening her shorts as it streamed through her feathers, turning her inner thighs and scales shiny, puddling into the grass and dirt below.
     
    Papi was frozen in place, her body not accepting what was happening, but her emotions reacted by making her cry, growing in intensity. While she looked and acted young, she was a grown-up, and grown-ups didn't wet their pants like she was. She tried her best, but despite all her efforts, she was still having an accident. And just to add insult to injury, getting her wings wet meant she would be unable to fly until they dried, which would have to wait until after she bathed to get the smell out.
     
    Suu was watching closely, not out of pity, but hunger. As a slime, she needed to stay hydrated to stay alive, and an outdoors summer day meant she was losing water quickly, even more with some of her on Papi right now. She was already withering, it was just about survival. She needed life-giving liquid, and right in front of her was a girl covered in it, releasing more and more. A more perfect opportunity could not exist.
     
    There was no warning, Suu’s shape transformed into something more like a blob, which slid along the ground right under Papi in just about a second, absorbing all of her puddle while also consuming the steady stream falling from above. Papi didn’t even move before Suu had finished that share and was sliding up her legs, absorbing everything coating them. Now, with sticky slime constricting both of her legs, Papi had no chance of escape.
     
    Suu's form continued ascending until she was entirely covering Papi's shorts, taking in everything she was letting out. Suu's natural gyrations to absorb everything were massaging Papi's privates just right, making her breathing ragged. It was enough to make her temporarily forget her first shame, but now she was going to get wet with something else, because Suu was bringing her to orgasm. Even with a rapidly emptying bladder, she just couldn't stop peeing, and as long as she continued, so would Suu.
     
    With stimulation like that, Papi couldn't last much longer. Her pee was abruptly cut off as she climaxed with a high-pitched shout, which Suu lapped up. If she kept it up, there were going to be multiple orgasms, and they couldn't remain hidden that long. Luckily, even with more urine trickling out, there wasn't enough left in her for Suu to remain latched on. Papi's bladder ran out and Suu separated once she realized, right as Papi was getting excited again.
     
    Suu turned back into her female form and acted like nothing had just happened. She was back to normal size and smiling, but something about her looked off. Papi, meanwhile, was shuddering in place in the aftershocks, but she looked fine. Her shorts had all moisture sucked out, nothing remained on her legs, the dirt was fully dry, there was no evidence a wetting had just taken place. Papi would have been happy with that outcome, if the road to it wasn't so violating.
     
    Still, it was better that she didn't dwell on it, just pretend it didn't happen. Silently, she put her wings to her sides and walked away, Suu following, swinging her arms. Their destination was their home now, before they were missed. Their time out would be considered nonexistent, leaving this entirely behind them.
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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Quackduck in The Fairy: A Seven-Part Story   
    You did a great job on this chapter! Little Nia is so cute :). I like how you wrote the POV from Nia’s perspective. It’s such a unique idea to have the human dream about her plight. Could there be some connection between Nia and the human? 
    Im also excited to read more about the second fairy. I wonder how the two will interact? 
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    Vapordrops got a reaction from Quackduck in The Fairy: A Seven-Part Story   
    I’m not a big fan of scat but this is so cute! Imagining the little fairy having to pee all day is such a cute concept. It would be cool if we could read from the fairy’s perspective of the situation. 
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    Vapordrops reacted to Quackduck in The Fairy: A Seven-Part Story   
    Part One
    Contains: Desperation, explicit urination, some nudity
    One day while walking through the forest, I came upon a couple of tiny creatures. They had white, translucent wings on their backs, and their bodies seemed to be covered (though not well) with a kind of leafy material. They were drinking from a stream. The sight was truly astonishing. I had never encountered fairies before, though I'd heard the tales. I heard that they were peaceful creatures, though they often played tricks on gullible humans. I knew they were going to be my next catch.
    I'm an insect collector. I go through the forest and catch bugs and spiders to study. Then, after a week or two, I let them go. So little was known about these creatures, so I knew I was going to be a sensation once I publish my findings.
    I snuck up behind them. A stick crunched beneath my feet, causing them to see me and take shelter in a nearby tree.
    "No, wait!" I called after them, "there's no reason to be afraid! I'm a scientist. I want to study your species! I mean you no harm!" They didn't come out. I went up to the tree they entered and peeked in. There, I saw a tunnel leading far into the Earth. This was amazing! I'd discovered a colony of fairies!
    I ran and got some edible berries, which I put right on the ground in front of the tree. Then I went into a nearby bush and waited. I waited until the sun went down. I was nodding off when I heard a faint sound. I arose from my slumber and saw a small, female fairy fluttering down from the tree. She went for the berries, though cautiously. She knew something was up. 'Such a clever creature,' I thought to myself. Though she wasn't clever enough. I took my chance and leapt, catching her in my hands.
    "Gotcha!" I said, feeling her flutter around madly in my cupped palms. I rushed back to my secluded cabin and put her into an insect jar, which I put on my shelf. She looked scared, which made me feel guilty for only a moment. I had to remind myself that these were only insects with human traits, though the human traits were much more defined than I thought. She looked just like a real person, her wide eyes staring back at mine. Her leafy dress covered very little, and she was rather cute. She was pressed against the other side of the jar, evidently trying to get as far away from me as possible. Her legs were brought up to her chest, giving me a full view of her underside. Was I really attracted to this creature? I suppose I was, similar to the way someone is attracted to a drawing or something. I wouldn't make love to her, of course. She was no bigger than my hand. It's just that everything about her was the same as a human, her pussy visible from under her dress, a little bit of her left nipple peeking out from above it.
    "Don't be afraid, little one," I said, "I mean you no harm. In a couple of weeks, you'll be free to go back to your colony." She didn't seem to understand me. She still looked scared. I filled a bottlecap up with water. "I'm going to open the top now," I said, "don't fly out, there's nowhere to go." As soon as the top was open, she tried to dart out. I immediately covered it with my hand when I saw her take flight, and she raced quickly into my palm. It stung a little bit. I removed my hand to see her dazed and dizzy. I placed the bottlecap in the jar and placed the top back on.
    "I'll study you in the morning, little one," I said, and turned out my bedside light. I slept well.
    In the morning, I immediately went over to the jar with my fairy inside. She was fast asleep, curled into a ball on the ground. All the water in the cap was gone. I refilled it and placed it back in there with her with ginger movements, careful not to wake her, though when I put the cap back on I was a little too loud. She awoke with a start, her eyes darting around the room. She looked right at me through the glass.
    "I didn't mean to do that," I said. "Can you understand me?" She only stared back at me. I felt a night's worth of liquid pulsing in my belly, so I went outside and urinated. I looked in the window, only to see the fairy staring back at me. I felt embarrassed, even knowing she wasn't an actual human. When I went back inside, I put the jar on my desk and began sketching her. She was still curled up and scared. I studied her for hours before my hunger overpowered my curiosity. "Are you hungry, little one?" I asked her. After eating my own breakfast, I went outside and picked some berries. When I returned, all the water in the cap was once again gone.
    "You only drink when I'm not here, huh?" I asked. "You'll probably do the same when you're eating. I'll leave you be." She didn't try to fly out when I changed her water this time. I dropped the berries in there and shut the lid, putting her back on the shelf. I left the house to get supplies from the village. When I got back, the sun was already setting again. I felt tired from my journey. I checked on the fairy. All of her water was once again gone, and only a few berries remained. She was still curled up, though. I changed her water, ate, and went to bed. In the silent dark, though, I heard a slight tapping. I ignored it for a while, but it was incessant. I turned on the light to find the source of it, only to find it was the fairy. She was standing up now, looking at me. I climbed out of bed and went up to her.
    "What's the matter, little one?" I asked. She pointed toward the window. "No, no," I laughed, "you can't leave just yet. I've still got more work to do." She pointed with more energy, looking frantic and pleading. Her legs were pressed together, one of her hands balled into a fist at her side. "Ohhh," I said, understanding. "You need to pee, right?" She only looked back at me. "Sorry about that," I chuckled, "I'm so used to bugs just doing their business wherever. I wonder how I'm going to go about this with you." She tapped on the glass and pointed to the window again, doing a bit of a dance. She was bobbing up and down a little, her fist shaking at her side. A wave had clearly hit. I retrieved another bottlecap and dropped it in there.
    "Use that," I said. She didn't. She continued tapping and pointing. I looked through my drawers for something, anything, to allow this little fairy to do her business without escaping. She was writhing and lurching forward as I searched, her pleading taps becoming louder and more incessant. "I'm working on it, little one," I said, hoping she can hold it long enough for me to get something. After almost a half hour of looking, I realized that they must be used to going outside. I brought in one of my potted plants and put it on my desk.
    "Alright, little one, I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm going to let you out. There's no use in trying to escape, my doors and windows are locked up tight. I want you to go in the soil in that pot over there, okay?" She tapped and pointed the whole time I was talking, her legs dancing frantically. I opened the top, grabbed her, and put her in the soil on the plant. She immediately began flying around the room, up to the windows and the cracks in the door.
    "In here!" I said, pointing to the pot. She didn't listen to me. I noticed that her flying was much more erratic than what I witnessed in the forest. Instead of the gracefulness she had then, it was choppy and inconsistent, like a hurt bird. I wrote this down in my notes. There could be a number of reasons for this. She could have hurt herself flying into my hand, or I hurt her when I caught her. Her wings might become weaker with misuse, as is the case with many flying insects. She appeared to have realized her efforts were useless, or she couldn't hold it any longer, because as I was writing she flew down to the pot, hitched up her leafy dress, and absolutely exploded. She wasn't squatting, which I found odd. She was standing, bent at the knees, pulling her labia apart with her hand. I was surprised at the power of her stream, though I should have expected it. To someone her size, a single bottlecap was probably like a liter. I watched her go, feeling a bit mesmerized. I was getting hard, too. I noticed that there was some hair on her pussy, yet another detail that made her feel more human. Her legs were shaking a bit, probably from the immense relief she must have been feeling. I watched as her stream died down to a drip. She didn't even shake to dry, she simply pulled her dress back down and looked out the window. It seemed she was longing for escape, though she wasn't scared anymore. I scooped her up and put her back in the jar, to which she didn't resist. She simply lied down and went to sleep. As I put the lid back on, I noticed some droplets of moisture on my hand. I smelled it and realized it was her urine. I peered at the puddle she left in the pot, making me feel even more horny. I hadn't thought about my fetish in a long, long time. It's been nothing but work for so long. I can't remember the last time I jerked off.
    I looked back at her. Curled up sleeping, her underside visible under her dress again. It seemed she was deep in slumber. I turned out the light and my hand found its way under the covers. I thought about the fairy, how badly she must have needed to go, and for so long. Almost a full twenty-four hours with no relief, including however long before she was caught. I thought about her frantic eyes, her desperate dance, and how it must feel to have a bursting bladder while flying around the room like that. Her pee must have been sloshing around like crazy.
    I finished on that thought, then drifted into slumber.
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    Vapordrops reacted to Quackduck in The Fairy: A Seven-Part Story   
    Part Three
    Contains: Extreme desperation,
    I woke up extremely horny the next morning. I groggily glanced over to Nia fast asleep in her jar. I replaced her water, then I went outside, pissed, and picked some berries for Nia. When I came back, she was already awake and had drank her water. I opened the top and dropped the berries in there. She went to fly out, but I covered the top with my hand.
    "Stay there right now, Nia," I said tiredly. I replaced her bottlecap and put the top back on. She looked at me confused. I sat down and began organizing everything I wrote down. I had a lot of information to put into book form. Sketches, observations, theories... More than anyone else had ever gotten about Fairies. This would take a long time.
    I heard Nia tapping on the glass, her indication that she needed to pee. I ignored her. She was silent for a few minutes, then began tapping again, this time a bit louder. I didn't even look over there. Though I was organizing data, my mind was on Nia, and how a full night's worth of liquid was sitting in her bladder, pulsing and throbbing, yearning to be released. I wondered how long she could last in there without relief. Minutes later, the tapping was becoming incessant. I resisted the urge to look over there. I didn't want her to know that I was ignoring her, lest she become less trusting. I pretended to not hear her. After a while, though, I began trying to see her in my peripheral vision, completely ignoring the work I was supposed to be doing. I turned my head a little in her direction, pretending to examine a document, and saw her desperately twisting and lurching forward. When she wasn't tapping the glass, both hands were squeezing her crotch. She was either doing high-steps or her legs were crossed and bent. Many minutes passed, and I was surprised that she was lasting this long. Her pee dance was becoming more frantic, her legs moving madly around. She marched around her jar, wriggled around, and even dropped to her knees at one point. Both of her hands were buried in her lap, and I could tell she was scooting into her heel, the movement similar to the way a girl would ride a dick.
    I shook that thought out of my head. I didn't like being so vulgar, but my current mindset was overriding my modesty. Nia was truly desperate. I heard a high-pitched squeak emanate from the jar, and I looked up in surprise. I saw Nia staring back at me with wide eyes. It wasn't a fart, it was her voice.
    I went up to her and looked at her desperately squeezing herself. She began tapping the glass again and pointing at the pot, but I wanted to hear her speak again. I pretended to start walking away, and she did it again.
    "Fascinating!" I said aloud. It was previously believed that Fairies had no vocal chords. I ran to my desk and wrote this down. She seemed to only use them in dire circumstances. I went back to the jar and examined her. She was looking back at me with pleading eyes, wondering why I won't let her find relief. I opened the top of the jar and took her out, but I held her in my palm instead of letting her fly free. She squirmed in my hand, her tiny wings fluttering in vain. I felt her abdomen with my ring finger and found a hard bump jutting out of her leafy dress. Her attire must be painful if it was bulging out like that. I applied a bit of pressure to it and she writhed in agony, her face contorted in pain. Nia looked like she was about to cry. I felt guilty for a moment, but I had to remind myself that she was just an insect, not a human. Still, I wouldn't torture a beetle. I put her back in the jar and closed the top. She was constantly bending over, struggling to contain the massive amount of urine that was being contained inside her body. Nia was clearly suffering, but that wasn't on my mind at the time. It was astoundingly hot, seeing her need to go this badly. When she was standing right, her bladder was visibly poking out of her stomach. She squeaked, tapping loudly on the glass. Then she squeaked again. I looked up, her pleading face once again making me feel guilty. 'Maybe I should just let her go...' I thought, but it was too late.
    Drops of pee fell from underneath her, then she quickly hiked her dress up and burst all over the floor of the jar. Her stream was loud, and even stronger than the first one. Her head fell back, her eyes were closed, and her face reflected pure bliss. The relief she was feeling must have been astounding. Her legs shook a bit as she emptied the contents of her tortured bladder, urine splattering all over the bottom and walls of the jar. She went for almost a full minute before it died down to a drip. There was so much pee in the jar that it pooled up almost to her ankles. She pulled her dress back down and lifted one foot up out of the pee, clearly not wanting to be in there anymore. She put her hand over her nose and mouth, I suppose from the smell. I filled a glass up with water, then I picked her up out of the jar and placed her on my desk. She promptly stripped naked and jumped in the glass of water. I took her jar outside and threw the berries away, then I dumped the pee out and rinsed it. When I came back inside, she was watching me. I wondered if she was kicking herself for missing the chance at escaping. "There," I said to her, "all clean now." She fluttered out of the glass of water and into the pot, where she peed even more. Then she pulled her dress back on and gazed out the window. I picked her up and felt her abdomen with my thumb. Where there was once a rock-hard bulge was now her natural, squishy belly. She looked at my like I was crazy, making me laugh. I put her back down and worked on the book until night fell. She retreated to her jar and I retreated to my bed, not bothering to put the lid on.
    I masturbated that night, thinking about her pee dance. After I came, though, I felt extremely guilty. It must have been horrible to hold it for so long, not knowing why I wouldn't let her out. The pain she must have felt when I squeezed her bladder was agonizing. I fell asleep wondering if I shouldn't have done that.
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