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    Zelenyy reacted to lexpads in Furry Omorashi   
    Four mugs of tea down, and with really only token protection, Feyn's just trying to see how long he can hang in there before it has to come off. A fiver says it'll be before the next hour is up.
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    Zelenyy reacted to lexpads in Furry Omorashi   
    I actually got around to completing another piece recently, which was a follow-up to an older drawing I did a good number of years ago. I also wrote a little something to accompany it.
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    It was late on Friday night - or maybe even early on Saturday morning. Lex wasn't really sure, but to be fair he had more important things that were demanding his attention. This particular round of TF2 had been going on for the best part of half an hour, and after having been on the verge of winning twice in a row, his team were now pushed back to their own side and clinging onto the match by the skin of their teeth. If they lost this, they lost the whole thing.
    So Lex continued to sit, hunched and stiff, focusing intently - occasionally grimacing and fidgeting - and tried to gather the strength to hold on and push back. But while the goings-on above the surface of the desk could be described as cool and collected, the view from below was increasingly telling a different story. Lex's bottom half, adorned with a pair of navy blue boxers and a set of rather effeminate thigh-high socks, was more obviously betraying the main pressure from the evening. He couldn't quite seem to keep his knees still, and they would dance involuntarily from side to side; his thighs were tensing and squeezing back and forth with an increasing frequency, and his toe pads splayed and flexed in and out around the spokes on the base of his chair. Each time he died while playing, one hand would jump almost unconsciously to his crotch and he'd squeeze himself, rocking his hips a little in the chair and sucking a pained breath in through his teeth, before taking a gulp and respawning into the fight once more.
    Squinting, Lex tried to pull his focus back to the game. His team had just pushed back and captured one point, but had failed to maintain enough presence and were losing it again. Each time there was another capture in one direction or another it was an extra five minutes on the clock, and even if they clawed this round back, they'd have to win another two to claim the match. With his breathing growing shallow, and searching somewhat frantically around the battlefield for someone to heal, he glanced sideways at the two empty cans of soft drink and the bottle of water that lurked, taunting him, in the dusk at the side of his desk. Two hours ago the cans were full; over the period that had followed, their contents had slowly been sipping its way inside him as he'd made his way through a number of casual matches. But now, a round down in the match that actually mattered, it was flowing relentlessly into his now uncomfortably full bladder, and was showing no signs of stopping.
    And bang. Lex sat up sharply, broken from his momentary reverie - a sniper had taken advantage of his lack of attention and had picked him off from a far corner, and he was back in the respawn queue. Swearing under his breath, his left hand leapt to his crotch again, digging in and squeezing as he wrapped his thighs in around it.
    "Fuck! God damn it." He gulped in air, grimacing pulling his shoulders in, taking a second to help move some of the stress off his strained bladder muscles. His hips and knees wiggled from side to side, oscillating in complement to each other, and his feet gripped the spokes of his chair once more.
    "Man, I really need to piss," he muttered under his breath. Then, with a pained sigh, he got back to gaming.
    Being honest, Lex couldn't quite claim that the situation he now found himself in was one he hadn't been working towards. The socks were brand new, bought especially because he found them rather attractive, and the boxers were super light and unimposing. As well as being exceedingly comfortable (and making him feel quite sexy, if he dared say so himself), the choice of clothing left his bladder area free of any constriction that jeans or a belt might have forced upon him. It was Friday, after all, and he'd just wanted to chill out, play a few games, and...well, maybe try not to do anything other than those two things for a little while.
    What he hadn't counted on was this match running on for quite as long as it had. He'd expected his team to get well and truly beaten within the first few minutes, so hadn't thought anything of the growing itch sitting in his bladder as things went rather swiftly downhill in the first round. However, his team had fought back unexpectedly valliantly, to the point where he was sure they were going to break even - twice - and then after a solid twenty minutes of attrition the chance begin slipping away. Now he was emotionally invested, intoxicated by the win that had been just out of reach, and even if it meant fighting through two more rounds, against both the enemy team and a desperate need to pee, he was going to do it.
    And somehow, miraculously, the team was gaining ground once again. They captured one control point back, and then another, putting themselves in majority control. Lex remained firmly in the zone, both hands at the controls and eyes fixed on his objective, while his restless legs bobbed and clenched incessantly under the desk in front of him. His knees swayed wide apart and then squeezed back together, over and over, creasing his boxers tantalisingly each time around his sheath. He could feel his muscles aching for some help, any help, holding onto the burden of his bladder, now throbbing urgently and relentlessly, feeling impossibly full and somehow still growing fuller.
    Suddenly, an electric shock snapped down Lex's spine. A spy had managed to creep up on him completely unexpectedly, killing him with a single, impeccably-timed backstab. The adrenaline from the gathering momentum of the match shot through him at once, convulsing his shoulders and his gut, and with an involuntary shudder his tired and over-stretched bladder muscles faltered. Before Lex could help himself, a jet of hot pee had escaped; it sprung ecstatically from his powerless sheath, between his unprepared legs which were momentarily wide open, and splattered onto the inside of his underwear.
    "Gah-!!"
    Lex let out a cry, helpless and paralysed for a beat, and then he clamped his legs shut and plunged both hands between his thighs, squeezing his crotch with all his might. He could barely contain himself - it was like the rest of the contents of his bladder had sensed freedom and was fighting against him. He couldn't stop another little spurt from escaping, and then another, the pent-up remnants of his previous drinks soaking, tantalisingly warm, into the material of his boxers and the fur on his paws. He shut his eyes, held his breath, and clenched.
    And the pressure subsided, just a touch, just enough for his exhausted bladder muscles to grapple and regain control. Gasping a little for breath, Lex removed his trembling hands to reveal the now darkening patch on the front of his underwear, spreading slowly out from the source of the leak. He crossed his legs, and wiped the few drops of errant pee from his hands onto the sides of his long, bright socks. He'd wanted to push himself a little bit this evening, but not to have a full-on accident; but he couldn't leave the match now, not when they were so close to breaking back.
    Then, glancing back at his computer monitor, he saw the bottle of water. He gulped. It was full, but it might be his only option. If he could finish it - and then if the team could win - the time between the rounds might be enough for him to relieve himself adequately, and then just maybe go on to take the match.
    Sighing reluctantly, Lex grabbed the full bottle with one hand and his aching crotch with the other. He cracked open the top and forced down as much fluid as he could before the upcoming respawn timer expired, while his crossed legs trembled folornly beneath him. By the time he had slammed it back down onto the desk and picked up the computer mouse once more, a quarter of the bottle had gone.
    "OK", he muttered breathlessly, in visible discomfort. "Come on, Lex, you can do this."
    And for all of the discomfort, his resolve seemed to be working. The team pushed forward again, taking the penultimate point and for the third time that evening being poised to win the round. Lex tried with all his might to stay focused, constantly checking for spies, grunting and whispering under his breath with increasing frequency each time he succumbed to the other team and was forced to drink more water.
    "I need a wee. I need a wee. My god, I need a wee." A sharp inhale. "I need to go, I need to go. Not long." Another death, another swig. "Can't go yet. Just hold on. Hold it. Hold it. We're almost there."
    Another death. No matter what they did, Lex's team couldn't seem to quite push forward with enough strength. But then, after another sniper sneakily picked him off yet again, Lex realised that the bottle he was holding was now empty. It wouldn't be long. He just had to hold on for a few more minutes.
    Unable to help himself, Lex plunged his hands back between his writhing legs and squeezed with all his might. Those few minutes had better happen quickly, because he could feel himself reaching the verge of losing control. The two cans were bad enough, but the extra bottle of water had zipped through him like lightning, and was about to push him over the edge. His bladder muscles faltered again, and another few irresistable spurts eeked their way out into his spoiled underwear and began running down the outside of his socks.
    And then, suddenly, a spy from his own team had crept forwards and had taken out the remaining sentry nest behind the enemy lines. Before Lex could remove his hands from his progressively dampening groin, the rest of the team had pushed forward. Instinctively, he snatched the empty bottle and wrestled with the cap.
    "Fuck yes, we've got it!"
    And they had. No sonner had the victory fanfare rung out than Lex had ripped the bottle open, thrust his stained underwear to the floor, held the trembling neck of the bottle over his desperate sheath and let loose.
    The urgent, long-held piss leapt from within him with barely a squeeze. Lex gasped in pure relief as he was finally able to let the hot stream gush out with force, splattering and coating the inside of the bottle. He leaned in, sitting forward in his chair and jamming his crotch further into the plastic as the gush became a torrent, echoing around his bedroom like applause.
    Lex sat, completely frozen in his chair, flushed and immersed in bliss, revelling speechlessly in his long-earned piss. But then his ears perked. There was another sound - a quiter, gentler pattering, and a warmth that was soaking into his hand that was holding the bottle.
    He looked down. The bottle was already full - how?? - and was beginning to overflow. Rivulets of pee were running from the neck down onto the ground between his feet, while he continued to piss at full force into the neck.
    "Oh, shit - !"
    Lex tried desperately to clench his bladder muscles once more, but they were so exhausted from the previous match that he could barely control them. The torrent slowed to a dribble, but refused to stop, and the bottle was overflowing more now, dribbling incessantly into the growing puddle on the bedroom floor.
    Panicking, Lex shoved the now full bottle back onto his desk, its contents slopping a little over the sides. Still unable to completely control his bladder, he pulled his boxers up from around his feet in an attempt to stem the persistent trickle of pee he was now sprinkling over the carpet below, and clutched himself once again.
    "Fuck! Stop, stop - !!"
    With both hands grappling with his crotch, Lex was just about able to hold in the last of the dribbles. He sat rigid, holding himself, feeling his need ebb slowly as the muscles in his abdomen recovered. His bladder was much emptier now, but an embarassingly noticeable part of that relief was now spread liberally over the carpet around his seat.
    However, before he had time to pause and consider what exactly he was going to do next, his computer monitor lit up again. The next round was about to start. With a reluctant groan, Lex let go of his soaking wet boxers and returned his attention to the match.
    "Well", he muttered to himself, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement welling within him as a few trickles slipped their way down inside his long socks. "At least I don't need to pee any more."
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    Zelenyy reacted to Sonador in [FURRY, MALE, IMAGES] Mizuki Hirasawa's Day Off   
    Welcome to Mizuki Hirasawa's Day Off, A choose your own Omorashi Adventure!

    I'm Sonador, and I'll be your humble guide and narrator for this story! You, however, will be the one deciding how this tale shall go! For the comfort of everyone here, here's what to expect.

    - Mizuki is male. He has a girlish figure, feels comfortable in women's clothes, doesn't mind if people think he's female, but his gender identity is male androgynous. Any pronouns are okay when talking about him!

    - You'll be given choices to choose from in this format:

    > You decide to do this.
    > You decide to do that, instead.
    > Perhaps you should do this?
    > On the other hand, there's also this...

    Vote by replying to the thread! I reserve the right as the director to choose an option that wasn't the most popular - it could be I'm just not up for what got picked at the moment, or it could mean that during photography or scene setup, it turned out that option became an issue. 
    - You don't need to pick from the choices strictly! Suggestions are welcome. I might pick yours if it's a really good one that I like even if it wasn't on the list! 

    - Early on, I'll be taking people's temperature on both kinds of bathroom holding. I know not everyone's into the behind kind of desperation, and that's okay! I do happen to be into it, so the option's open, but if the majority of people don't select the option for it, then I won't be including it. There will not be any visual or graphic depictions or descriptions of scat. Relief, however, it's gotten, will be subtle and generally off-screen. 
    - The following are off-limits and NOT part of the adventure:
    Sex and sexual interactions with others (intercourse, fellatio, etc.) Sorry, but I'm ace and sex in and of itself just doesn't interest me. The system I'm using also makes it incredibly clunky to do.
    Major public scenes. This is also an engine limitation. The more people that are around, the harder it is to render, so although Mizu might find himself having an accident in a semi-public setting with a few people around, don't expect a large crowd.
    Dark/Non-Consenual/Violent Themes. This is going to be a lighthearted story, if very lewd and a bit intense. It'll be as much silly as it is serious and sensual, so feel free to take this in the opposite direction. Comedy is golden, after all.

    - This is long term! Expect ongoing but intermittent updates. I have a full-time job and a life outside of omo, so although I might do one or two replies with lots of content in a day, expect there to be some radio silence in between while I plan, tend to my life, and otherwise dwell outside of the thread.

    - If you have questions, reply and ask or message me here on the forums or Discord. I'll reply if I think your question is pretty relevant, but I'm not here to chatter and clutter the thread.

    - Bear with me, this is my first time trying something like this! There might be some confusion, I might decide to walk back a step or two if I reach a dead end, and the production quality will vary depending on what I've got to work with. Although this is loosely set in Japan, I have several objects and setpieces to work with that won't be *stritcly* Japanese, so don't expect total immersion.

    Thanks for joining me on this silly little lark. Let's have some fun together! Feel free to schmooze, the first prompt will follow in a reply later.
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    Zelenyy reacted to Sonador in [FURRY, MALE, IMAGES] Mizuki Hirasawa's Day Off   
    It's early morning in a one-bedroom apartment, somewhere in the heart of Shibuya City, Tokyo.
    Shibuya is hardly a quiet place, but as far as the city goes, this part of town isn't so bad. The rent was pretty reasonable, too, and they didn't give you any guff when you asked about getting a second phone line so you could get online for work (and play!) without tying up the other line. It's a cozy, newer building, the neighbors are nice, and your balcony is the first one that catches the sun when it crests over the roof of the building next door.
    The weather forecast calls for clear skies all day this beautiful Tuesday morning, citywide. Outside of the sliding window, a steady increase of white noise drifts up from the commercial alleys three stories below. A gentle, cool breeze drifts by and flaps the clothes on the line outside - for July, it'll be quite welcome in helping keep the humidity down. It's the kind of day that makes you want to get up and be productive.
    Unless, of course, you're Mizuki Hirasawa.

    You're not quite a morning guy.
    You're the type that would rather sleep in until two in the afternoon, roll around on your futon for another hour yet, and finally drag yourself out of bed to make a quick breakfast and coffee before becoming fully functional. And that's on your work days!
    Then again, today's not a work day. It's your Saturday morning - working swing shift out of the local police box means you have Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons off. You usually get your laundry done, go grocery shopping, hit a bar or two, sing some karaoke... maybe head out of town and take some photos in the hills if you're feeling adventurous. But evidently, today, you're not feeling adventurous. Yet, anyway.

    And yet, your sleep is getting restless...
    Something's drawing you out of your soft, fuzzy cocoon of slumber. Dreams whirl in your head, but you can't seem to focus on them. Looking for something... Half jogging down the hallway... Where are you? You don't know... Something's on your mind, but you forgot what it was...
    You begin to shift, lick your chops, and shuffle a little under your already half-untucked blanket. It seems you'll be waking up soon. A hand gently drifts onto your tummy. You don't know why, but something's bothering you down there, pulling you out of your fitful dozing...

    Ah. That might have something to do with it.
    It was hot last night, so you brought a bottle of water to bed with you. It's empty now.
    Mmph.

    Ohhh, big stretch!
    Well, you're awake now. My condolences. You sit and try to blink away the last fingers of drowsiness, the ambient light from the sunrise outside of your window giving your tan fur an almost radiant, golden quality. As you scratch yourself unflatteringly, a mildly irritating sensation between your hips reminds you why you're up this early on your day off. Your white tank top hangs loosely off your frame, and your turquoise undies cling conversely to your rump and unmentionables. It's a comfy outfit, okay? Besides, you live alone. I won't judge.
    You're about to get up, pee, and flop back in bed, when a thought flashes across your mind. Today is your day off. What's the rush? You're no stranger to improper bathroom habits, you've been kinda fixated on it since you were little, and now that bud has blossomed into a full-blown kink, as they do. Heck, half the reason you got a modem was to browse BBSes related to the topic. The stories you tell have made you sort of a web celeb in the kink space. Of course, none of them know who you really are, thank goodness, save for a couple people you met earlier this year. But that's a story for another time.
    You sit and ponder what you want to get up to today for a short while.
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    Zelenyy reacted to Rika in "Maple's Syrup" by Rika   
    Here it is, my first post!

    It's a story I wrote as sort of my introductory post to OmoOrg. It's my first time writing anything remotely lewd, as well as my first time writing a story in present-tense second-person. Takes place in a small medieval-style village with significant amounts of magic and technological advancements.

    Also including a reference of Maple, drawn by yours truly! Perhaps I'll draw a scene from this story, too...






    CONTAINS:
    Animal girl (squirrel), hyper wetting, pee drinking, and more

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    A small flicker of candlelight from within the dark confines behind the window pane is all that you can detect from your stance outside the tavern. It’s a rather chilly autumn night, but your cheeks are warm with anticipation. The closed sign hangs conspicuously on the windowsill. Your head darts left and right, eyes wary for any pedestrians that would have caught your surreptitious activity. The cobblestone streets are empty. There are the distant calls of lively chatter in some late-night tavern or club nearby, and the faraway rumble of wooden wagon wheels on stone. Other than that, there is nothing but crickets to be heard.
    You glance up at the handmade sign hanging above you and the entrance to the inn. It’s a wooden one, hand-carved by the owner herself. Maple’s Nest, it reads. The title in calligraphy is superimposed upon an illustration of a squirrel tail curled around a jar of honey. You take a gloved hand and grasp the metal doorknob, brushing the laurel wreath hanging on the door aside as you enter. The sound of a gentle bell chime greets you as you open the door.
    Inside Maple’s Nest, the surrounding is dark, though you can still make out the dim outlines of dark oak and mahogany tables in the seating area directly ahead. The light from streetlamps outside shines through the windows and reflects on their ebony surfaces. Chairs are stacks upside down on the tables’ topsides. The floor creaks ever so slightly as you step on it, but not in an eerie way. It creaks in welcome, as it always does to the regulars who have visited this tavern inn and watched it grow from the ground up.
    Aside from you, there is only one other figure in the room. A young woman – though, a few years older than you – stands with her back turned to you behind the counter. She slides a semi-dirty rag over the empty tankard she’s polishing, too lost in her own thought to notice that you arrived. In that brief moment, you get to have a quick glance at her features.
    The curve of her back is hidden behind a voluminous squirrel tail, several feet tall and extremely fluffy. It’s an earthy orange, the same color as a maple leaf in the midst of autumn. A hazel stripe runs underneath the top of her tail down to its base. She wears a ridged wool sweater the same color as her tail stripe. Somehow, this sweater is able to both seem fluffy and soft, as if it were a layer of animal fur, and yet wrap so tightly around her figure as to leave little to the imagination. Its top is cut off, rendering her shoulders and the back of her neck exposed to the air and your eyes. On both sides of her navel and stomach, the fabric has also been cut away, revealing the smooth, warm skin of her sides.
    If she was wearing any sort of shorts, they were too short to see from your position. Her sweater drapes just far enough down past her waist to cover her adequately, but if she’s wearing anything underneath, you couldn’t tell. Her thighs and legs are completely exposed, save for some very fine and luxurious fur boots with buckles hiked up to her knees. Around her neck is a thin string necklace with a red maple leaf pendant in the front. Her hair is a light orange, the most orange hair you had ever seen, and poking out from it are two twitching squirrel ears.
    When she finally notices you, she turns around in shock, almost dropping her glass. She manages to set it down on the counter without any trouble.
    “Hey!” she says in a honeyed voice. It’s silky smooth, reminiscent of a mother’s lullaby. Despite only being a little younger than her, there’s this aura about her that reminds you of the proverbial ethereal mother figure. Listen to it too much, and you just might fall asleep.
    “Hey,” you wave to her. She glances at the closed sign outside the window.
    “I was wondering where you were today,” she says with a bemused yet relieved expression. “It’s not like you to miss out on the Sunday special. But… as much as I hate to say it, even though you’re a really faithful customer… the hours are the hours. I’m closed for the day. Sorry!”
    “Oh, it’s no problem, Maple,” you reassure her, walking closer to the counter and leaning over. She’s a bit taller than the average woman, and tall enough that her head rests a noticeable distance above yours. Though, when made apparent, the height difference really isn’t all that intimidating.
    “I’m not here for the Sunday special. I’m here for a different kind of order.”
    “Oh? What sort of order is it?”
    “I’d like to order some of Maple’s Syrup, please,” you say with a sly smile. Maple’s eyes widen as she gasps in shock. She takes a quick step back and does a double take.
    “M-Maple’s Syrup? Who told you about Maple’s Syrup? Who told you about the secret menu?”
    You offer nothing but a wink in reply. You can already see beads of sweat start to form on Maple’s forehead, and her cheeks are bright red.
    “I-I see now why you decided to come in so late,” Maple replies, holding a hand over her chest and catching her breath. “I may be closed for the night, but if you want Maple’s Syrup, I’d be h-happy to provide any time of day. How much would you like?”
    “As much as you have in you,” you reply without missing a beat.
    “I can’t believe this is happening,” Maple says, her voice becoming breathless. “I never thought I’d meet a customer who actually is into… the same thing I’m into.” Suddenly, realization dawns on her. “Is that why you always tried to get me to share a drink whenever you came over here on Sundays?”
    “Yes…” you say. Now it is your turn to get a little embarrassed.
    “Well, now that you know how to, you can just come here and ask,” Maple says. She eyes the tankard sitting on the countertop. “I mean… I was secretly hoping, but I would never have guessed you’d be the one who found out about it…”
    “Are you going to use that tankard?” you point towards it. Already your head is filling with images. But Maple simply laughs.
    “Oh, no no no. You have no idea what you’re in for. There is no way that tankard would be able to be enough…”
    Your eyes light up at the implication.
    “Have you been holding it, then?” Another reason why you decided to wait until the tavern was closed was that there was always the possibility that Maple might have been holding in her “syrup” until her shift was done. Maple shakes her head, however.
    “No. Actually, I just went only a couple minutes before you showed up. I was holding it… I didn’t get to use the bathroom at all during my entire shift. It felt so good to get all of that out after a long day of work. I would have held it longer if I knew you would come in here asking for it, though. Shame.”
    “Oh. Does that mean that you don’t have anything left? Since you just went, your bladder should be empty, right?” Your worried statement makes Maple giggle.
    “Aww, are you worried I won’t be able to do it? How cute! But you don’t have to worry. My bladder is never, ever empty,” she says with a suggestive smile. She grabs your hand and pulls you gently around the counter into the bartender’s area.
    “Come on! As a bonus, you’ll get an exclusive little behind-the-scenes tour. Help me find a big enough container for your drink tonight, sweetie~!”
    Maple brings you into a room with a lone wooden table in the center. Around the table are shelves upon shelves of pots, pans, glasses, and other containers. Maple starts leafing through the shelves to find what she’s looking for, and you do so as well.
    “Will this work?” you ask, holding up a beer glass.
    “Honey, you’re going to have to heighten your expectations. I’m going to need something a lot bigger than that.”
    The next item you offer is an empty wine bottle, which you were sure would be enough for anybody. But Maple simply shakes her head. There’s something akin to pride in her eyes. Her body is almost shaking with excitement, but you can tell she’s trying to play it cool. Shrugging, you go back to looking.
    “Aha!” Maple exclaims. You’re thinking that there couldn’t possibly be anything bigger than a wine bottle that anybody could fill in one go, especially just after they went, but…
    “Is that… a gallon jug?” you gasp in awe.
    “It sure is!” Maple says, unable to contain her pride. “Hopefully a gallon of syrup is enough to satisfy you?”
    “There’s no way,” you say, waving your hand and cracking a smile. “You’re pulling my leg. Do you really need an entire gallon jug?” At this, Maple shrugs.
    “If I’m being honest, I’d be very surprised if I didn’t need at least a gallon every time I peed.”
    You feel like this has to be some elaborate joke, and that Maple’s just trying to play up your fantasies, and you cast a disbelieving glance in her direction. Yet, she quickly pushes the table out of the way to make space on the wooden floor. She shuts the door behind you so that the two of you have complete privacy, and then kneels down on her knees on the ground, beckoning for you to come closer. The more time passes, the more you realize that she’s not joking.
    “Now, this jug has a really small opening,” Maple explains, blushing harder than ever. “…aaaand I can get a little intense when I let loose. So… do you think you could hold the jug steady while I make your ‘syrup’?”
    You nod eagerly and get down on all fours, taking off your gloves. Maple brings the jug between her legs, making an upside-down ‘v’ formation with her thighs. She reaches down underneath her sweater and slowly brings down her panties. Black lace. She slides them down effortlessly as she flicks it off the end of her toes and onto the floor. She readjusts herself, aiming for precision.
    You hold the slightly-opaque jug in anticipation, feeling Maple’s thighs tense up and press against the back of your hand. They’re warm. Maple brings her hand to her lips and covers them shyly.
    A couple seconds pass, and then a couple dozen. Not even so much as a drop slides out from underneath Maple’s sweater. You’ve been waiting patiently oh-so-long for this moment, and so there’s little patience to spare.
    “Are you going to start or not?” you say. “Were you just pulling my leg the entire time?”
    “No, no! Not at all,” Maple immediately protests, looking away. “It’s just that… I’ve always dreamt of doing this, but I’ve never actually done it before… It’s a little nerve-wracking. I mean, this isn’t exactly… normal, is it? I mean-”
    Maple cuts herself off, shaking her head.
    “How do I know that you’re not going to see me as weird? On top of it being… y’know, a piss fetish, I also pee more than any other person I know. It’s to the point where it’s an inconvenience… almost freakish. You won’t be… disgusted, or anything, right?”
    “Maple, I specifically came to you and asked you for this,” you reason. “What other reason could I have?”
    “W-well, maybe it was a dare, and that’s why someone told you, or maybe you’re doing it to get a laugh, or something…”
    “Maple, I’ve been waiting weeks to get this chance. And from the looks of it, you’ve been waiting longer. It may be hard to believe, but you ain’t alone in this. I’m into it too. I promise.”
    “Okay… but I still am a little shy. Can I ask a favor?” Maple looks away once more, and then lifts the hem of her sweater up to reveal her navel. “Can you push on my stomach?”
    You oblige, removing one hand from the jug to feel Maple’s bladder. It’s slightly bloated, but not enough that it would be noticeable to anyone not specifically looking for it. It’s hard to the touch, and you can feel ripples and bubbling sensations against the walls of her stomach. The moment you press down, Maple moans in pleasure, wedging her fingernail between her teeth. You press down harder, and then-
    Maple’s Syrup gushes out with astronomical force, enough to rattle the jug in a single second. You quickly rescind your hand from her navel as you desperately try and maintain control of the jug. Thankfully, only a few droplets land stray. They hit the rim and begin to trickle down the edge of the jug, running over your hand and making it moist.
    Her stream is more intense than anything you’ve ever seen. It hisses like a garden hose as the sound of the impact ricochets around the hollow inside of the jug.
    “Aaahaaa~” Maple sighs in relief, but it is all but drowned out completely by the cacophony of her pee hitting the surface of the jug. If this occurred during work hours, you were certain that the people seated outside would be able to hear it loud and clear.
    The jug vibrates intensely, shaking as if it were in the middle of an earthquake. You thought this would be an easy task, but you have to actually actively struggle to keep the jug straight and steady. As the first seconds of her release pass, you notice a clock on the wall. You take a mental note of the time out of sheer curiosity.
    Moans escape from Maple one after another, increasing in intensity until she’s basically panting like a dog. Thirty seconds pass, and already the bottom of the jug is coated in pee. Maple shows no signs of slowing down – in fact, her stream widens as it picks up the pace.
    “This is, mmm, amazing,” Maple whispers. “It feels so much better than last time I went. It’s like, doing in front of someone is so much more exhilarating!”
    Accompanied by the powerful booming drumbeat of her waterfall smashing against the bottom of the jug and the miniature pool of liquid is a long and drawn-out shrill hiss. Its unending shriek prevails above all other noises, similar to the cry of a teapot, but louder. As thirty more seconds pass, and the minute hand ticks forward on the clock, you notice that the jug has become warm and her thighs slick with sweat. You can feel the heat of her syrup from within the jug, and its almost as warm as a hot shower, or a mug of hot cocoa. In fact, as you peer closer at her stream, you notice faint wisps of steam crawling out from under her nether regions.
    “That’s quite a long pee,” you observe as Maple easily clears the two-minute mark. At this, she giggles, which quickly transforms into a moan.
    “We’re, huff, just getting started!”
    Eventually, time seems to drag on. Liquid shoots out of Maple only to be replaced with even more, and even more, and even more. You glance at her stomach, but that small bulge in her bladder has not changed a bit. You start to wonder just where all this is coming from as the sound becomes a constant in your mind. Soon enough, Maple passes the five-minute mark, with the gallon jug halfway full.
    Maple, with her free hands, suddenly grabs ahold of the sides of your head and pulls you closer to her. She pulls you into her until you’re buried in the wool of her sweater. Close enough that you can feel her heartbeat. The top of your head presses into her breasts as you listen to the rapid thump of her heart. It’s even faster than yours, and still the hissing does not stop. You begin to close your eyes, still feeling the warmth of her bladder pressed against your cheek, her thighs pressed into the back of your hands, and the steaming hot urine inside the container. You begin to relax as a smile forms on your face. For something so perverse, this was unexpectedly wholesome. This whole event is more wholesome than you expected.
    It is not until you feel the sudden gush of fluid spilling over your hands and dampening your knees that you realize that something’s up. You quickly pull away from Maple only to realize that the container that you had been holding has now completely anchored itself to the ground with its weight and its fullness. Maple has completely filled the gallon jug up to brim and now it’s spilling over. Maple notices this too and stands up in a panic, splashing even more urine all over the floor.
    “I filled it up? I didn’t think I had that much! I just peed out like, ten gallons a few minutes ago! There’s no way I still have this much left!”
    While Maple is clutching her crotch, trying desperately to hold it in, you spot another empty gallon jug hidden behind several pots and pans. You claw it out, procuring it in a matter of seconds. Maple performs and awkward little penguin walk as she waddles towards you and crouches in front of you as you slide the jug in between her legs again. Finally free to let loose again, Maple shudders and moans, shaking uncontrollably as her body is racked with the pleasure and force of peeing so intensely.
    “I’m so glad I get to do this with you. It feels like I’ve been… holding it in… forever. And I don’t mean my pee.”
    “I get what you mean,” you say. Your hands are getting quite tired after holding the jugs steady for so long, but it’s a comfortable burn. By now you can really start to smell the scent of her urine permeating the entire room. Your hands are sticky as the droplets that landed on them start to evaporate.
    “By the way, remember how last week you finally got me to drink a little bit with you?”
    It was a little hard to hear her under the thunderous noise of her stream, which had not died down a bit since she first started, but you nod.
    “Well, you left without finding out what happened, but it was incredible. You see, I can’t actually pee once on the job. Every single day I work, I hold in my pee from the beginning to end, with no bathroom breaks, ever. One time I couldn’t hold it anymore and just used my indoor privy. I took an entire thirty minutes to finally stop peeing. By the time I got back, I’d just missed thirty minutes of work, and I had a few customers waiting wondering where I was. I couldn’t have that happen again, which is why I always refused you in the past. But last week, I was in the mood and I was curious to see what would happen after I drank…”
    “The day before, I just emptied my private privy, and so it was dry, clean, and empty. Not a drop of pee left in it. I hadn’t peed at all since last night, so after I drank with you, I was absolutely bursting. The moment I closed up shop, I dashed to the toilet and let loose. I was peeing nonstop for at least an hour, and I filled the entire thing up from bottom to top. In fact, I actually overflowed it and had to grab a couple of bottles from here in order to hold everything. Let me tell you, that was an amazing experience. I just wish you were there.”
    “That sounds amazing.”
    “We should totally do that next time,” Maple sighs as the minutes pass onwards. “I wasn’t ready for you this time, but next time you should come back after I’ve got some liquid in me. I’ll show you what it’s like when I overflow toilets~”
    Maple pauses.
    “There will be a next time, won’t there?”
    “Of course!” You nod vigorously, to which Maple brightens immediately.
    “Oh, wow. You really don’t mind? I was getting into the heat of the moment when I told that story, but you have to realize that that amount of pee is abnormal… you don’t think it’s gross or weird?”
    “I view it more as a talent,” you reply.
    “Aww,” Maple says, blushing. A wicked smile starts to spread across her face.
    “I can’t believe I finally get to share my… talent with someone. You and I are going to have a lot of fun from now on, aren’t we? I’ve already got so many things planned.”
    You nod once more before realizing that you forgot to look at the clock. Doing so, you realize that a whopping twenty minutes had passed since Maple first started peeing. If she could produce this much on an “empty bladder,” you had no doubt she would be able to surpass an entire hour if she drank enough liquid. You just hoped that you could keep this amazing talent to yourself.
    Finally, as her urine began to climb towards the very top of the second jug, Maple’s stream finally begins to die down before eventually coming to a stop completely. Maple lets out a huge sigh and lies back, spreading her arms out onto the wooden floor. Her entire body is caked in sweat, and her cheeks have stayed red for an entire twenty minutes. She’s panting heavily, and it’s not hard to hear the excited, aroused thrum of her heart. You give her a moment to catch her breath before putting the caps on both of the filled jugs. Gripped both by the handle, you heave them up off the floor. They’re incredibly heavy, and you struggle a bit, but eventually manage.
    “That was the best pee I’ve ever had,” Maple moans. She picks herself up and takes one of the jugs, placing them on the table. She pulls out two wooden chairs on opposite sides of the table and beckons for you to have a seat. You do, and she passes one of the jugs to you.
    “Well, how’s that for some Maple’s Syrup? Think that’s enough to satisfy you?”
    “For tonight, yes, but I’m going to need more,” you say with a sly grin.
    “Sounds like a plan,” Maple says before lifting her jug up towards you. “Bottoms up!” You do the same and bump your jugs together as if making a toast. You bring your jug to you, perplexed.
    “…We’re not going to drink it, are we?”
    “Why, I thought that’s what you ordered Maple’s Syrup for! It’s a drink on the secret menu, you know.”
    You give her a look, and she laughs.
    “Aw, don’t give me that face. Take a sip, trust me. How many drinks have I served you?”
    Grudgingly, you oblige, only to find that her urine, despite its salty, ammonia smell… tastes smooth, creamy, and sweet? Maple giggles at your face as you hesitantly sip more of her concoction.
    “You really think I wouldn’t know a spell or two to make drinks taste good? What kind of bartender would I be if I didn’t?”
    “It tastes almost like… syrupy lemonade,” you say, trying to brush over the fact that you, unlike Maple, have no magical ability.
    “Well, I don’t call it Maple’s Syrup for nothing!” Maple proudly exclaims. As you take another sip, you realize something.
    “Wait… you never told me how much this all costs. How can I pay you back?”
    “Simple,” Maple says, leaning forwards to kiss you full on the lips. With the sweet taste of nectar on both of your tongues, you intertwine them for a few seconds before gradually pulling away.
    “That is more than enough payment,” she says with a wink. “Make sure to come back next Sunday, okay? I’ll try and plan a few surprises for you. Deal?”
    “Deal,” you say happily as the two of you spend the rest of the night chatting and flirting over two large jugs of Maple’s Syrup.
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    Zelenyy got a reaction from Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    Damn your art is hella good!
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    Zelenyy reacted to Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    Per a suggestion in the Discord, Miia! I tried to play around with exactly how she could have an accident, and I had fun!

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    Zelenyy reacted to Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    I got a request from Captain Snackbeard over on Discord to draw their character, a lovely Elite, taking a much needed pee on the job and here she is! Good thing that armor has a nice little hatch!
     

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    Zelenyy reacted to Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    Got a new character in a cleaner style to challenge myself, here's Kita the racehorse... Pissing like a racehorse. Sometimes you get a little too hydrated! Feedback is always welcome 😄
    Also just want to say, I'm open for commissions in this style! $30 for the character of your choice!

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    Zelenyy reacted to Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    Trying something new, once again with Kita, who may now be my favorite character to draw... I don't believe I've ever drawn something this detailed, but boy did it pay off!! What do you think?
     

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    Zelenyy reacted to Cupcakes85 in Robo/Furry Omo   
    Got another quick sketch of a shark lady, this one is the much more fiery of the duo and she's also a lot bigger, and much less shy! At the end of the day,  before her shower, she likes to tally up just how hydrated she stayed throughout the day.

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    Technically she's a scaley, but I think this lovely lady more than deserves a spot in here! I went a little overboard on her design, hehe...

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    Zelenyy reacted to Jarvis Langley in Request art from me!   
    This took awhile to finish for some reason, but here you go @Zelenyy!

    I like all of your suggestions really, this is just the one I had the easiest time visualising well.
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    Zelenyy reacted to Jarvis Langley in Request art from me!   
    Finally got this one done, which took way longer than intended because the poses and background kept giving me trouble.  Something with Milo and Stacy fitting @Zelenyy's request!
    Stacy decided to take a handcuffed and exploding Milo's request literally, because she's evil like that.

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    whats the cibtext behind this one?
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    Zelenyy reacted to Sake in One in Fourteen Million   
    So the other day I went to see Endgame. Of course, that wasn't at all because I actually cared about the plot - I haven't been following the MCU at all and still haven't even seen Infinity War - but because of the prospect of sitting through a three-hour movie. How often does a chance like that come around?
    The plan was simple: watch the movie and go home. Fairly straightforward, but of course everyone here knows it's not that simple in practice. All that had to be done in one straight shot, with no breaks of any kind. That's the game, after all.
    Thus the plan became go to the movie, survive the movie, then immediately proceed to drive home and hopefully avoid having an accident somewhere in the middle of all that. I would not be able to leave the theater except under one of three conditions: the movie ended (plus credits for a bonus challenge), I've started leaking, or it's got to the point where it's more painful than fun. All fairly self-explanatory - the first was the goal, and the other two were provisions to make sure I didn't soak theater seats or actually physically damage anything.
    I'd planned to do this earlier, but I wasn't feeling well on the day I had originally planned to see the film - there were some nice rainstorms that day and I wanted to have those coincide with my going back home - and the day I decided to stay home just happened to be the very last day that theater was running the movie. Whoops. Fortunately, though, there was another theater still showing it, and it was a much bigger one at the local mall. So I bought a ticket online for a showing the next week, and from there I was fully committed.
    On the day of, I made sure to relieve myself in the morning, even though I normally wouldn't, just to be sure that there wouldn't be anything interfering with the game. Showtime was at 11:50, and the last time I was empty before leaving was somewhere around 10:00.
    I'd inadvertently chosen my outfit a few days in advance, having caught a tear in a pair of shorts while trying to put and making them even more ripped up, basically no longer in any condition to wear - so instead of throwing them out, I figured they'd get one last run at Endgame. They went under a pair of jeans - normally I'd wear track pants, but I wanted to be able to wear a belt for obvious reasons. And don't worry, I made sure the belt was as tight as it could get.
    I was out the door by 11:20, at which time I also made sure to notify Rolo's discord server of my plans. Why not the Org discord? Because Rolo's was the one I clicked on first, and I wouldn't be able to pay attention to two servers throughout the game. I found out afterwards that Etchy and Gemgirl had already started their own game in the org server anyways, which I wouldn't have wanted to interrupt.
    Thanks to traffic and a few unexpected detours, I technically got to the theater late - at about noon - but I figured I'd still have plenty of time before the movie started, what with all the previews. I had the QR code for the ticket scanned, and got my typical choice of snacks for whenever I went to a theater - a small popcorn and a liter-bottle of water. I didn't bother scanning the lobby for the bathrooms - if I did need them I figured I'd be able to find them easily enough - and instead went directly upstairs to the theater proper.
    Upstairs meaning on the third floor of the building, each floor really only being two theaters and an elevator. Quite a bit of climbing, but not an issue. And, of course, because it was so late into the movie's theatrical run there were hardly any other people in the place - maybe a total of five other people by the time it started. So I just took a seat way in the back when I got past all the stairs, and quickly figured out how to work the fancy reclining chairs the place had. I was even able to safely start on the popcorn and water, as the biggest advantage to arriving late to a movie is you skip all the trailers.
    I didn't keep track of when the movie itself started - maybe around 12:10 or 12:20 - but I do know I was still feeling extremely empty then.
    That didn't last very long, though. Maybe half an hour in I noticed that I had to pee - and I'd somehow skipped all the previous steps and went directly to the stage where I actively knew that I ought to pee. 'course, even at home I'd still ignore this part, but it was rather interesting how soon it happened. I blame the popcorn, not necessarily the water, which was maybe a third done by this point - I'm not expert but I'd guess the fact that this stuff is loaded with salt makes the body freak out and try to get rid of it, and what's the best way to get extra salt out of the bloodstream?
    Somewhere around halfway through the movie, the water was maybe 4/5 of the way done, and I'd definitely reached the part where my need to pee was starting to get more interesting than the movie. If I were anyone else I probably would have been shuffling around at this point, but I don't really do that unless I'm trying to put on a show. I sure do wish I could say I sat through this movie with a hand between my legs or something but that just ain't me. I just sat there, pretty damn calm, in a reclined chair with my legs still and separated.
    A half hour later, two hours into the movie, I sent the discord three simple words: "Pretty full now"
    Of course, I might have been full at that point but the bottle sure wasn't. About ten minutes after that message, I even told the server: "If I were completely alone here this empty 1L bottle would be pretty appealing
    But I'm not"
    I got a reply in the form of: "That's very unfortunate for all of us."
    I would guess that it was around this point where I started feeling my body trying to relieve itself, but for one reason or another not being able to. It was, by all means, a fairly enjoyable feeling. I didn't even have to do anything about it, just sit back and feel my cock twitch. And every time it did, I felt like I was close to a leak. That feeling only got stronger as time went on, until after the spoilery-thing happened, when finally each twitch was accompanied by a feeling that I genuinely was going to start peeing very soon - but that never happened, the twitching just more frequent as I imagine my body tried its best to leak but for whatever reason didn't go through with it.
    Just before the event, I sent a simple message to the server: "Gotta peeeee
    Movie's at the good part so I ain't leaving unless it's absolutely necessary"
    The response was: "Yeah, you definitely need to see what happens."
    Then it was quiet for a few minutes, until shortly after the event.
    "I saw the thing though so that's nice", I said. And this just happened to be a part with a good deal of running water on screen, so that was followed up with "This part sure ain't helping"
    And it wasn't long after that when, for as much as I was enjoying the feeling of almost constantly being on the verge of leaking without actually doing it, I realized that one of the three conditions had been fulfilled.
    "Half hour left", I said. "But I do need to quit, I'm feeling it in my back now
    And that's bad"
    So, despite whatever advice that one article on the best times to leave during Endgame would say - I didn't read that because I didn't plan on following its advice anyways, of course - I got up and walked remarkably calmly down to the lobby and headed directly to the bathroom which I had found with basically no issue.
    I really do wish it were more interesting than that, but I always just get boring holds, so there's really not a whole lot to describe. I did, of course, know how I could make it interesting.
    "Locked in a stall now to wait just a bit more", I said. Indeed, I'd gone directly to the one stall that wasn't handicap-reserved, undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and... just stood there waiting. I knew I could, despite the fact that the hold had become painful and needed to be stopped, but if I'm going to wait past that point I'd greatly prefer it to be somewhere I can immediately deal with the issue whenever I need to.
    I did take the opportunity to grab a (rather low-quality) bulge photo while I was there.
    Not long after doing so, I'd moved to sit, disrobed, on the toilet, still holding. I made sure to give my bladder a few of the (obviously) mandatory jabs and whatnot - it was firm, but still had a little give, so I was content to wait just a bit more.
    "Someone's come in to piss and I still haven't" was the next message I sent to the discord - it was fairly self-explanatory, and I'd decided that I would have my turn after that guy left. I'd like to say the sounds he was making were torture but I really can't - there was enough pressure already that a little sound wouldn't make a difference. So I waited patiently for the room to be empty again, and as soon as it was...
    I stood up, zipped up, buttoned up, and tied up the belt again. Just for that little extra bit of torment, I walked on out of the stall and to the most-distant urinal, then despite the fact that I absolutely didn't need to I went through that whole process in reverse a second time before I would let myself go.
    And it was then that I decided that this wouldn't be the end - no, instead I had decided that I would only let out enough pee that the pain would go away. So despite how great it felt and the fact that my right leg was trembling as I stood, I forced myself to stop halfway. My body disagreed, and let out a few last spurts as a protest, but I was solidly in control once again. I must say though, it was a bit of a waste of a perfectly good crystal-clear stream.
    So, when I got back to the movie, I was still half-full, and I estimated that there would still be a good twenty minutes left- the final battle had already started so I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but I didn't really care. I didn't even really care that I was sure I would have been able to last to the end if not for the pain ruining the fun. After all, this was only the first part of the game, and though the game hadn't gone according to plan it could still be great fun.
    There were no further issues until the end of the movie, and to my deep regret in retrospect I did not stay through the credits, awaiting the end-credit scene that I'd already heard didn't exist. If there had been one, I surely would have stayed to see it, and perhaps then I might have been in trouble. But as it was, I left as soon as the credits started to roll and headed off towards where I'd parked - which was unintentionally just about the farthest from the theater I possibly could have been, as I didn't actually know where the thing was until I got there and started wandering around looking for it.
    Once in the car again, I sent another message to the tiny discord audience I had: "Good movie, good fun, but I'm not quite done yet"
    "What's up next?" was the response. And two other people also said "yo" but I honestly don't know who they were talking to.
    "Well, I'm in the car now, I brought stuff with the expectation that I'd get through the whole movie then drive home", I said. "Don't much want that to go to waste"
    "Gonna see if I can find a quieter place to park here"
    So I did. I pulled out and drove around the parking garage, eventually ending up onto the roof which was nearly entirely devoid of cars. There was an elevator and a trashcan not far from the ramp to get up to the roof, and of the half-dozen cars that were there, that was where half of them were. I made sure to look around to check for human life - there was none, except for some guy in a car not terribly far away that seemed to be too focused on his own business.
    "What are you going to do next?" came the question from the discord. I responded with a picture.
    I'd brought puppy pads as a practical measure - I didn't really have anything better to protect the seats with in case of emergency - but since I'd committed to the game and my plans had changed, I didn't want to waste the perfectly-good opportunity I had.
    "This is interesting."
    "The puppy pad promises great things."
    My entire two-person audience was on board with the concept, anyways.
    "Can't totally get wet but this underwear is past due for being trashed so", I said.
    "Best reason ever." was the response.
    It did take some time to work up to actually making use of them. I decided first to move to the backseat, just because I'd be that tiniest bit harder to see if anyone happened to walk by. Then I carefully laid the pads on the seat - I'd brought two of them and had one just lying on top of the other, as I hadn't tested them beforehand to see if just the one could hold as much as I could. I really should have done that research first, but since I was now using them intentionally, I could keep track of them to make sure nothing happened that I didn't want.
    Because, at this point, the only thing I wanted to get wet was my shorts, I then had to completely remove my shoes and pants, which got tucked under the seat as far from what I was doing as possible while still being in reach. Then I sat there, leaning forward with my head against the back of the driver's seat, phone in-hand browsing the org at random.
    Even with the encouragement of org stories, it took some time to relax enough to get things moving. First, there was just a little spurt, but before long that was followed by a little stream. Weak and slow, which while not terribly exciting meant it'd be easier to keep things entirely under control. I kept peeing for a little while, further ruining the shorts that would have been trashed regardless, and carefully monitoring the pads to make sure nothing would get onto the seat or any other article of clothing.
    I knew I wasn't entirely done when I stopped, but I didn't want to force anything either, so I took a moment to sit around in a puddle of my own making, waiting to see if anything more would happen, and when nothing did, the shorts came off and it and the pads ended up together as some ball of pissy trash - turns out the second pad hadn't been necessary, but that just meant it'd make a perfectly serviceable towel to make sure my ass and legs would be dry enough to redress.
    The description I gave the little discord audience sums up best what the situation was when I was ready to pull out and head off:
    "So basically now I'm commando, pad's gone, and I'm only half empty
    Gonna be fun when I get gome
    Home"
    And then for obvious safety reasons I sent no further messages at that point - it was a good half-hour drive if all went well, which meant plenty of time for the situation to deteriorate with no safety net and no room for error.
    Though, I must admit, it was a rather uneventful drive - though I was certainly not empty I wasn't full either, and the only reason I didn't make it home is because the pain returned while I was essentially on the last stretch of major road before getting home. Technically, that road is a highway, but it basically only runs through commercial areas so it's functionally just a four-lane road. And that was fairly convenient, allowing me to stop at a Wendy's along the road for their bathroom when I decided I didn't want to deal with the pain the rest of the way home.
    The only particular thing I can up with that may be of interest there is that it took a minute to drain what had been left behind the last two times - I really do have to wonder what the hell "half-empty" means if that's the case after a single damn quart of water and a bit of popcorn.
    Overall, though, this whole experience... I see this as an absolute win.
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    Zelenyy reacted to lexpads in Furry Omorashi   
    This isn't actually mine, but a commission I got from https://twitter.com/SkylarDoodles.

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    Zelenyy reacted to lexpads in Furry Omorashi   
    Here's a sketch that I guess I'm never going to end up completing.
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    Zelenyy got a reaction from lexpads in Furry Omorashi   
    I always love love your work!
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