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  1. Ahoy! It's been a very long time since I've sat down and written anything of length like this, but I thought it might be fun to try writing out one of the ideas I had for future Shizuku comic chapters. It will still likely be some time before our artist for the comics are free to work on them again, so I thought I may as well get some of the ideas I had properly fleshed out in the meantime! This story features the very same Shizuku and Rika found in our first comic here, Even though it's been quite a while since I've written anything and I am still very rusty I hope others are able to enjoy reading it! “Gotta pee, gotta pee..” In the still of night, a blue-haired dog girl by the name of Shizuku murmured this to herself as she shuffled through the dark hallway corridor. Her pajamas, pink and adorned with various playful bone and paw print patterns, clung tight to her figure in the dim glow cast by the hallways nearby nightlight. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..!” she muttered under her breath again, her chants accompanied by a palm clasped firmly against the crotch of her pajamas. As she approached the bathroom door, the urge only intensified for the desperate dog girl. The sight of relief being so close teased her. Her body protested impatiently as it demanded relief, and it was going to get it soon, one way or another. Emphasizing this point, a pang of desperation hit the girl right as she approached the door. Shizuku quickly cast a glance down, verifying her pajamas were still dry and spot free. Her grip tightened still, pressing against the cotton fabric of her pajamas, her fingers digging in deeper as she once again defied her body’s demands. Just a little longer, she thought. Reaching out for the door, her free hand grasped the handle with urgency. But as she turned, the door inched forward unexpectedly, the bright glow of the bathroom light soon after shining through as the door creaked open on its own. Her roommate, Rika, must have forgotten to turn the light off, she thought. No big deal. Pushing forward without a moment’s hesitation, Shizuku barged into the bathroom, instinctively bolting towards the porcelain throne in the restroom's corner as soon as she did. However, much to her dismay, a very flustered red-haired girl had already occupied that throne. Her roommate, Rika, to be more precise. Looking over at the entryway, Rika’s cheeks grew almost as red as her twin-tails, so startled by the sudden intrusion that she couldn’t utter a word. Instead, she remained there, hovering over the toilet, her butt just inches from the seat. She was clearly still in the process of pulling her pajama bottoms down for a potty break herself before being so rudely interrupted. “S-Shizu, don’t you know how to knock?!” she finally stammered out. “Don’t you know how to close a door?! A-anyways, move! I really gotta pee!” the dog girl rebutted, moving in closer. Taken aback by her friends’ continued intrusion, Rika fell backwards, her butt finally planting onto the cool porcelain seat as a very desperate dog girl waddled her way in. “Wait your turn, I have to pee too! And do it outside, I don’t need an audience, jeez!” But Shizuku refused to budge. Her feet danced up and down on the cool tile floor as both her palms clasped against her crotch, her fingers digging deep in a desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable for just a little while longer. “I can’t! I’m really about to pee myself here! I’ll be quick, so just get up and let me go first, please!” she whined, glancing down at her friend with pleading, puppy dog eyes. “C-Come on, you’re not the only one who needs to pee, you know! I won’t be long, so just wait there a minute, okay?” Rika responded, seemingly not grasping the severity of Shizuku’s plight. Though, as the small wet spot on the twin-tailed girls’ underwear showed, Shizuku was doubtlessly not the only one waking up to an emergency. Her refusal was not just out of impatience, but worrying that she herself could not last a second longer. Not to mention, the cold presence around her butt had already dialed her desperation into overdrive. If she got up now, she would surely soak herself soon after. This wasn’t the first time the two had seen each other peeing anyway, and she didn’t have the heart to demand she go back outside and wait, given her current state. So, resigning herself, Rika leaned back and finally let her body relax. Almost immediately, a loud, gushing torrent sprayed forth from Rika into the toilet bowl below, splattering against the porcelain within with an incredible intensity. Her face melted into one of pure bliss, all the pent up pressure quickly fading away, a sigh of profound relief echoing out into the bathroom as the contents of her bladder filled the toilet bowl below. The sound of water splashing was a melody to her ears, grateful to make it with only a small leak this time. She had experienced too many close calls lately, some of which ending much wetter than others, and the thought of not quite making it and facing another late-night laundry run to avoid an embarrassing confrontation with her roommate the morning after was something she dreaded. So enveloped in relief was she that Rika had, momentarily, completely forgotten about her desperate companion in front of her. Shizuku’s face contorted with a look of intense desperation as she looked down, her feet rapidly tapping the tile below as her palms clenched in as tight as they could, strained with the burden of holding back the massive floodgate that was beginning to show its cracks. It was all too much. Much too much. The sight was pure torture for the poor pup’s overly strained bladder. As her friend’s stream continued pouring into the toilet bowl below, splattering and echoing against the bathroom walls. Shizuku’s bladder had finally had enough. It refused to be left out. Shhpurrt! Suddenly, Shizuku’s feet were no longer tapping against the floor. Her body went stiff. Her cheeks flushed red as she felt the first sign of an imminent catastrophe. The initial spurt was so loud, so intense, that Rika could almost hear it through her own deafening stream. Shizuku felt it immediately, instantly soaking through her underwear, seeping through the fabric of her pajamas, and trickling through her fingers as a few golden drops fell down to the floor below. Sensing her friend’s impending crisis, Rika hovered just above the toilet bowl, urgently trying to halt her own business so she could hop aside and allow Shizuku to take her turn She tried her best to stop peeing, but her attempts were futile. All she could manage was to hover there, feeling increasingly awkward as her stream continued to splash into the bowl. Shhpprrt.. ssshhh.. Another spurt from Shizuku, this time longer and more sporadic. As the trickles mingled with her previous release, the spurts created a growing wet spot on the front of her pajamas, spreading and becoming more and more pronounced by the second. The fabric darkened and clung to her as it eagerly soaked up the warm liquids. Shhhhhsss... Each involuntary release after sent a shiver down the overwhelmed dog girl’s spine. She knew it was futile; there was no stopping it at this point. Her body was screaming for relief. Her palms soaked and dripping with pee, while the wet spot on her pajamas kept spreading, creeping further down her thighs with each passing second. Overwhelmed, tired, and frustrated, Shizuku couldn’t take it anymore. Without considering the consequences, she did the one thing that would seal her fate. Her fingers, once desperately trying to plug a hole that was cracking around her, pulled back. Her palms gently relaxed, and without another moment’s hesitation, the dam broke. Pffffssshhhhhhhhhhh! The trickle she had just barely been holding back immediately erupted into a torrent. A violent hiss echoed throughout the bathroom as her bladder unleashed its pent up contents with a vengeance. A waterfall of urine instantly saturated the front of her pajamas, which were already visibly damp from her previous leaks. The fabric glistened under the intense bathroom lights, the poor cotton fabric unable to keep up with the relentless deluge forced upon it. Surrendering herself completely, Shizuku’s face similarly melted in relief, though her own relief was accommodated with much redder cheeks. It was only a matter of seconds before the wet spot had spread down her thighs, completely soaking the front of her cotton pajamas to her knees. Whatever the pajamas couldn’t soak up in time, Shizuku felt ebbing down her thighs, wicking around before splattering out from the openings at the back of her leg holes, pooling around her ankles thereafter. Rika, meanwhile, could only helplessly fall back onto the toilet. Her mouth was open wide, watching in disbelief as her companion surrendered to her urges. Her eyes remained transfixed on the spreading wet spot as her own stream finally tapered down to a trickle, leaving only the deafening sound of Shizuku’s helpless accident filling the air. As the wet spot trailed down Shizuku’s legs, soaking her pajamas completely, the cotton fabric clung tightly to her skin. The once white bone patterns adorning the pink fabric turned a vibrant, deeply saturated yellow as the waterfall continued to pour down her legs, matching the hue of the quickly spreading puddle at the dog girl’s feet. Snapping to her senses, Rika swiftly stood up, hastily yanking her pajamas back around her waist before stepping aside and ushering Shizuku forward. Still dizzy from relief, Shizuku simply plopped her butt upon the toilet bowl, pajamas still fully clad around her waist while peeing at full force. Within moments, the warm wetness that she felt pouring down her legs was quickly replaced by the feeling of her butt becoming absolutely drenched. No point in pulling them down now, she thought. She had already resigned herself to this fate, anyway. Leaning back, Shizuku let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of her pee puddling up against her butt as it seeped through her pajamas, trickling down into the toilet bowl below. Meanwhile, the remnants of her earlier stream continued to trickle down her legs, forming another small puddle at the base of the toilet. After what felt like several minutes, Shizuku’s stream finally died down, the last of the trickles splattering into the bowl below as the soaked dog girl gave one last sigh, this one a sigh of pure exhaustion. She can’t remember the last time she had to pee this badly. She can’t remember the last time peeing felt this _good_. She should have felt utterly humiliated. Despite how much she managed to get into the toilet, the soaked state of her pajamas and the puddles marking where she had stood moments before left no room for denial. She had just helplessly wet her pants like a little pup. Again. And in front of her newfound friend and roommate, no less. But she didn’t feel humiliated. She felt.. excited? Looking up at Rika, all she could do was smile awkwardly as her tail wagged subconsciously, a tinge of thrill coursing through her as she waited to see Rika’s reaction. Rika, meanwhile, felt a similar tinge of excitement coursing through her. Though she hadn’t intended to make Shizuku wet herself, she couldn’t deny the sight of helplessness and vulnerability sparked something primal within her as well. As Shizuku’s tail wagged in anticipation, Rika couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection and longing for her. Without a word, she stepped forward, placing her palm on the dog girl’s head, and ruffling her hair gently as she let out a sigh. “And here I was thinking I avoided having to do a laundry run tonight..” she playfully murmured, giving Shizuku a warm smile before stepping back and offering the dog girl a hand. “Now.. if you’re done peeing, what do you say we get you cleaned up?”
  2. From the album: Juni's Abdl Art

    Commission of Ephea's World of Warcraft character. No background.
  3. From the album: Juni's Abdl Art

    Commission of Ephea's World of Warcraft character.
  4. I saw something earlier that gave me the idea to start an omo petplay thread. I'd love to hear people's ideas for scenarios that can be either real or fictional. If you like, you can include fantasy aspects that directly relate to the topic of being a pet (e.g. anthro characters being pets for humans, Pokemon and their trainer, etc.). Don't forget to mention what type of animal it's for, if it's for a specific one. Some examples I've encountered so far are the following: A pet (probably dog) left in their crate for too long and being found like that and rescued by a different person from the one who left them there. The new owner comforts the pet and cleans them up and tells them how pretty they look now. Being told to hold it for a certain amount of time and being lightly spanked if you leak. This may cause you to leak more, especially if you're being bent over your owner's knees. Having to use a puppy pad. I actually had someone tease me with this idea a while ago.
  5. Rollixx shifted around in his seat. He wiggled his tail, trying to make more room for his diapered rear. Demmie was sitting next to him in his modified car seat. He was smaller than most demons of his species and had to get a chair designed for small children. He looked up at his massive boyfriend and tilted his head. “Rollo? You look a little tense, is everything alright?” Rollixx nodded and kept his eyes fixed straight on the road. “Yup, everything is completely fine.” “Are you sure?” Demmie reached out and gripped onto the front of the dragon’s padding “... You feel dry, and I don’t smell anything coming from you.” Rollixx shifted around. “I’m clean, nothing is wrong.” “You gotta shit, don’t you?” Demmie smirked when Rollixx’s face went from the usual dark gray to a bright red. “You’re wearing your diaper, just go.” Rollixx wiggled his butt. “Can’t…. No room.” “Oh, it’s one of THOSE shits, huh?” Rollixx nodded. “Demmie, it’s always ‘one of those shits’, you expect a massive dragon like me to not make monster turds?” Demmie laughed. “Good point! We can stop at an empty lot so you can unload, okay?” Rollixx nodded again. He flinched when he heard Demmie blow a raspberry. “That’s gonna be what your ass sounds like in a few minutes.” Rollixx glanced down and saw Demmie’s diaper was soaked. “You look like you pour a whole jug of lemonade down your drawers.” Demmie looked down then quickly pulled his shirt over the thick bulge. “At least I don’t shit myself!” Rollixx chuckled when he saw Demmie’s tail jerk upwards. “You keep believing that sweetheart.” Demmie let out a small huff and lifted up his knees, causing Rollixx to laugh and ruffle his hair. After a few minutes of driving, grabbing each other’s fronts, and poking fun, they pull into a Walmart parking lot which was shockingly empty. Demmie quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. “Geez, I thought I was going to be the impatient one…” Rollixx opened the car door and carefully got out, making sure to not make the floodgates open too soon. “Hurry up so we can get going!” Demmie demanded. He crawled over the center compartment and flopped into the driver seat. Rollixx looked around, when he felt comfortable enough, he slowly let himself loose. He let out small squeaks as the soft shit burst out of him and into his diaper. He lifted up his leg as his diaper began to expand to fit his massive load. Demmie crawled on top of the vehicle and made sure nobody was around. Rollixx then felt something warm and wet run down his legs. “Hmmm?” He looked down and saw a puddle of piss on the ground.“Oh god, now one of the poor workers is going to have to come out here and clean that up.” Tears formed around his eyes, and he tried to hide his face. Demmie used his long tail to pat Rollixx on the head. “The rain should clean it all up, nobody needs to come out and clean. Rollixx still felt so bad that he grabbed a rag and tried to soak up most of the musty urine. “Dan Rollo, that's strong! Kinda turning me on a little…” “Keep it in your pants, you wanna-be urinal.” Rollixx teased as he threw the rag onto Demmie’s face. Demmie sat there with the piss rag on his head. He wagged his tail around, causing it to whip the car so hard it set off the alarm. The two jolted up and frantically tried to shut off the alarm. After a minute, Rollo finally turned off the alarm. “New rule, don’t throw piss rags at Demmie while he’s sitting on top of the car…” Demmie jumped onto Rollo’s shoulder. “Hey, could you get to the changing part of this now… I may or may not have-” “I already know what you did in there you little freak.” He chuckled. “Lay down, and try not to get it all over my seat.”
  6. Surge and Kitsunami's Mission AO3 Verision: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46543978 "Take THAT, you bucket of bolts!" Surge the Tenrec taunted the badnik while kicking it. "You’re doing great, Surge!” Kitsunami called out to Surge, holding a thumbs up. “Shut up and gimme a boost!” She barked at Kit, indicating a ledge. The duo was on a mission for The Restoration to destroy a new egg base that popped up in a snowy region. The mission was only to scout out the base, but in Surge’s head, they shouldn't have sent her if they only wanted it scouted out. The two friends were created by a platypus named Doctor Starline, a former apprentice of Doctor Eggman. After Eggman fired him from the Egg Empire, he made Surge and Kit take down the empire. However, his plan failed, and Eggman killed him in his attempt. Surge hunted Sonic across Mobius for a time, trying to take him out. Eventually, Sonic helped her realize her wrongdoings and join The Restoration. Surge continued to run through the base, destroying all the robots in her path, with Kitsunami close behind. They broke through a door, revealing the interior, illuminated by red lights. “C’mon, keep moving!” Surge called to Kit, and he nodded back to her. More badniks blocked the way, all of which the duo took out. The two reached another metal door and quickly knocked it down. However, two long, robotic metal arms wrapped around them as they entered the room. “ARGH! PUT ME DOWN, YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS!” Surge shouted as she struggled. “It’s no use….” Kit said. “These arms are extremely tight.” Surge soon felt a familiar feeling in her lower abdomen. She had to pee. How did she not realize it until now? It was bad, really bad. “Eugh… Drippy, how are we going to get out of here?” She said, panicked. “Um, I’m not sure…. But on the bright side, The Restoration will probably send someone our way once they realize we are reporting in!” Kit noticed Surge’s uncomfortable expression. “Are you okay? The arms don’t hurt too much, do they?” “No, it’s just….” She blushed and looked away. “I have to pee.” She whispered, embarrassed. “What was that?” “I SAID I HAVE TO PISS, YOU IDIOT!” Surge shouted, still blushing. “O-oh.” Kit wasn’t sure how to respond. The room stayed silent for a minute as Surge squirmed as much as she could with the tight arms around her. Kit looked around the circular room for anything he could use to escape. To his right, he noticed an electrical box with Eggman's branding on it. "Okay, I hope this works!" Kit said to no one in particular. "Hm? Hope what works?" Kit focused on the water in his backpack, ejected some of it, and moved it out of the arms. Upon seeing the water, Surge let out a leak in her panties, and she grunted. "Whatever your doing, Drippy, do it fast!" "Just one sec…." Kit said, carefully bringing his water near the box before splashing it, causing it to short-circuit. Almost immediately, the arm fell limp, allowing the duo to escape the arms easily. With her now free to use her arms and legs, she placed her hands on her crotch and wrapped her legs together. "Okay, now I just need to find a bathroom and-" "There are no bathrooms in most Egg Bases." Kit swiftly interrupted her. "What!? Why the hell not!?" “Well, robots don’t have bladders or bowels. Therefore, the only bases that Eggman regularly visits have bathrooms.” Surge groaned. “Ugh, I suppose that makes sense. Let’s just blow this place up and get outta here.” Kit nodded and followed her along as they proceeded to the next room. In the room, there was a giant circular, silver tube. As the duo approached it, a red eye on the tube revealed itself by opening up. “This must be the core of the base!” Kit said. “Then let's show it what’s what!” Silver balls came down from the ceiling and surrounded the red eye. They spun around rapidly, making it impossible to reach the eye without getting hurt. Surge and Kit looked at each other, unsure of what to do. All of a sudden, the balls started rapidly moving around. The duo noticed their opportunity and attacked the eye before the silver balls returned. They repeated this multiple times, and eventually, the eye began to break down and explode. Before long, the entire base was starting to fall. “C’mon, time to go!” Surge said quickly, starting to run off. Kit soon followed, with the two avoidings falling debris as they ran out of the quickly collapsing building. They reached the exit and busted the door down. As they left the base, it exploded behind them. Once the explosion had calmed down, the two took a deep breath of relief. Surge shivered momentarily, and her bladder reminded her of its need. She quickly placed her hands on her midsection, holding on for her dear life. Kit noticed her struggle and awkwardly averted his eyes. “C’mon, Drippy-” (She suddenly regretted giving him that nickname). “Let’s head back to HQ.” “Will you be okay?” He asked, concerned. Surge stayed silent for a moment. “Yup, I can make it.” She said, sounding unsure. “Okay, if you say so.” The two began running through the cold snow. Even though she was used to running, every step was torture for Surge. Her bladder felt like it was going to pop any second. What could she do? Suddenly, her bladder decided that it was time to release. She felt the warm liquid enter her underwear and quickly skidded along the ground to stop. As soon as she could, she wrapped her legs around each other as tight as she could and squeezed her crotch. Kit noticed that she stopped and turned around to see what was wrong. “Surge! Are you okay!?” He asked frantically. “N-no… Eugh.” She grunted. “Will you be able to make it?” Surge simply whimpered and shook her head no. Her bladder ached like hell, and it would come out one way or another, whether Surge wanted it to or not. “RAGH! FUCK IT!” She shouted, spreading her legs apart and letting go. She let out a small moan as she felt the pee start to soak her panties. “Surge? What are you do-” Kit started furiously blushing as he saw a stain beginning to grow on Surge’s pants. He turned around quickly. Surge closed her eyes and basked in the relief. The warm liquid spread around, heating her in the cold area. Pee trickled down into the snow, causing it to go yellow. She let out another, longer moan. Surge could’ve sworn that she was drooling. After about forty seconds, Surge finished with a big sigh. She opened her eyes to see Kit still looking away. “My piss is that disgusting, huh?” She teased. “N-no, Miss Surge, I just-” “Relax, Drippy; I’m kidding. Let’s get back to Restoration HQ. Hopefully, my pants will be dry by then.” Kit nodded, embarrassed by Surge’s unabashed attitude. The two headed back to the HQ, where Jewel would surely shout at them for going against their orders.
  7. Hi all 👋 👋 I recently started a new job where I get to work from home on Fridays, I think i may want to do a at home/ working wetting now that I've gotten more comfortable working at the office🏠 if you want to give me any tips I'd be most appreciative! Or if you would be interested in chatting with me while at work(; message me!
  8. Part 1 (I’m too lazy right now to draw a picture of the characters, so I’ll add a drawing before part two. I’ll just explain what they look like. Think Kimono fursuit style. Sammy is a rabbit, and he’s all dark brown. He has light blue eyes and his hair color is blonde. Sammy has a bit of a softie style, so his outfit in the story is like a pink, long t-shirt and white sweatpants. Pixit, the main character of the story, is a white cat. She has short fluffy hair that’s like a split dye, with light blue on one side and blonde on the other. She wears a big, black hoodie and shorts underneath it, along with fishnets and combat boots. Viv is a cat, who’s pink with light pink freckle-like marking. She has long white hair, like DDLC Yuri haircut, and wears a white crop top and a black skirt. The final character is Colli, who’s a manokit. He’s black with yellow eyes, and fluffy blonde hair. He wears a white t-shirt and long blue shorts. That’s the gang, enjoy!) Pixit was having her morning pee when there was a knock on the door. Viv’s voice came from the other side. ”Pix, we have to go!” She said. “Sammy and Colli are already in the car! We’ll be late for the concert if we don’t leave!” Pixit sighed irritably but pulled back on her stream. “Fine, fine! I’ll be there in a sec!” While she still had to pee, Pixit ignored it. She had an iron bladder and could wait a while. Pixit grabbed her suitcase and got in the backseat of the car with Viv. “You took your sweet time.” Pixits boyfriend, Sammy, said from the front seat. ”I get it, I woke up late and now we’re running late. Let’s get going!” Pixit replied, rolling her eyes with a smile. ”I can turn on some music! How does ChatterMind sound?” Colli asked. The ride to the venue would be a few hours long, but it would still be fun. For the first part of the morning, the four were having fun and rocking out to some music. Since it was a hot summer day, and Pixit got dehydrated easily, she was drinking lots of liquids. She felt a more noticeable twinge in her abdomen. ”Do you think we can stop soon?” Colli asked, as if voicing her thought. “I’m getting hungry for lunch.” ”yeah, we can stop at a drive thru.” Sammy said. “Nobody has to pee, right?” ”We all went this morning, so I think we’re all fine,” Viv replied. “Right Pix?” Pixit nodded. “I’m good.” For now… The group stopped at their favorite restaurant and picked up some food. Pixit felt a stronger twinge again. ”Just curious, how many hours are left in the drive?” She asked. ”About two.” Sammy replied. “But we have to go straight to the concert since we’re running late. We won’t get into our hotel until around 1:30 AM.” Pixit’s jaw tensed, but she nodded. She could just use the toilet at the venue anyway. Besides, she didn’t have to go that badly, and her bladder was basically iron. But as the drive continued, all the liquids she drank seemed to catch up to her. With around one hour and thirty minutes left in the drive, she started shifting around a bit in the backseat. ”You alright?” Viv asked. ”Just antsy.” Pixit replied, trying to stop her fidgeting. Pixit crossed her legs to use her thigh muscles to help hold her pee a bit easier and distracted herself with her phone. This helped a bit, and soon Pixit forgot all about her need and was happily chatting again. The group parked a while later, and Pixit was reminded of her need when a sudden heaviness was in her bladder from standing up. Pixit’s jaw tensed, but she kept quiet and walked through the lot with her friends. When they reached the venue, Pixit was walking towards the bathrooms when Sammy stopped her. ”Babe, we have to go get to our seats now or we’ll miss it.” Sammy said, grabbing her arm. “I have some waters for us too.” Pixit quickly glanced back at the bathrooms before forcing some smiling and nodding. “Yeah, okay! Let’s go!” The group got to their seats, and Sammy handed Pixit a water. Sitting down relieved some pressure off her quickly filling bladder, but it didn’t help a lot. Pixit started getting distracted from her need again when the concert started. Unfortunately, she also wasn’t paying attention to how much water she was drinking. Halfway through the concert, Pixit felt a sudden wave of desperation. She didn’t know her bladder was that full! Pixit grabbed her crotch, and luckily her friends didn’t notice due to the dimmed lights. Pixit felt a little leak wet part of her panties…
  9. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  10. Hello and welcome to my Omovember. I hadn't heard of this until after November started, so I'm a little late but catching up. If you see any of these posted on Wattpad or Ao3 under Foggy Forest or Foggy_Forest, it's just me posting on as many platforms as possible. Without further ado, here's the story. Spark knocked on the bathroom door, his paw pressed tightly into his crotch. "Hey, Fern! Could you go any slower?" He heard the shower start. "Nope! Taking a shower!" Fern called back. Spark gritted his teeth. "You weren't in the shower ten minutes ago." He muttered to himself, trying to tune out the sound of the shower. A minute passed, but to Spark, it felt like hours. He sighed, and his bladder took the momentary slack of the rest of his limbs as a cue to let go. Spark gasped and pressed his paws onto himself harder. He'd only let out a small spurt. He sighed again, making sure not to release his bladder once more. After a few more minutes of shower sounds and the smallest of leaks, Spark was at his wit's end. He looked at the plant beside the bathroom door. I could just go there He reasoned, his bladder pulsing angrily. He took a few steps closer and removed a paw from his crotch to unzip his jeans. At that moment, Fern left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. The door tapped Spark, and his body let go all at once. In a futile attempt to stop the relentless stream of urine, he tucked his tail between his legs. Spark moaned at the relief, letting his pee-soaked paws rest at his side. "Guess you really couldn't wait, huh?" Fern teased with a laugh. Spark felt himself heat up. "You should've just let me in!" He complained. Fern left for their bedroom, her chuckling audibly the whole way. Spark sighed and looked down at his mess. Now he had to mop the floors and take care of his problem. As he entered the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies, he knew he'd never admit to anyone, including himself, how good the desperation and relief felt. And how he was bound to do something similar in the future. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 321 words. Every other day will have it's own topic.
  11. Cream was running as fast as she possibly could, practically hopping like the rabbit she was. A look of dread was on her face, one eye shut and her teeth gritted tight. About as tight as she squeezed her haunches and pressed her gloved hand over her crotch. There was no denying it, she was DESPERATE to go. If there were a Desperation meter below her health meter in the games she starred in, it'd be at 150% and getting higher by the second. She didn't care where she would stop to pee, as long as it was a pool, lake, or even an ocean at this point. As long as it'd flow upstream and there was enough foliage to hide her, she would be happy. She turned her head left and right as she hopped, looking for a nice babbling brook to squat over, and like a miracle, she saw one. In one quick motion she changed trajectory and spun herself towards the brook, curled up in a ball in almost as good of a spin dash as her friends could pull off. Uncurling herself in such a graceful and fluid motion, moving from spin-dashing to a squat as gracefully as a ballet dancer, she pushed her pull-ups down and in an instant was peeing hard. It came out so strong and so fast because she has been holding it back for so long. She cared little that it was splashing a bit on her socks, she could just fly back home in a jiffy and put on clean ones. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, her eyes drooped as her bladder emptied. Once she was sure she was empty, she pulled her pull-ups back on her and began to walk away, barely noticing a water-like creature bubbling out of the brook. It's eyes emerald green, body blue as the sky, it was certain who had been skulking in the brook, CHAOS! Stepping out of the water and turning into a puddle, Chaos moved silently towards Cream, considering her a threat. She had just peed all over his head, so he was steaming mad, the neon yellow urine spotting the liquid on his head. Once he had slithered his way behind Cream, something sparked in him as he caught a strange smell in the air behind Cream. He mistook it for the smell of lust, not being capable of discerning lust from the stench of urine. To him, any scent that carried the smell of ammonia was undoubtably lust. He changed forms again, bubbling back to his 0 form, having no Chaos Emeralds in him since Tikal had helped him overcome their spell and had helped him shake free from Eggman's influence. He formed a mass near his bottom out of his watery body, as thick and hard as a penis could be when it comes to a liquid-based creature, and grabbed Cream around the chest. Cream gasped and screamed, but Chaos instinctively blocked her screams swiftly with a tendril of water over her mouth. He tried to push the mass at his waist into her, not understanding most Mobians wore clothes, especially undergarments when it came to Mobian females. His water-penis splashed against Cream's pull-ups, the gel inside them soaking up the water and making her crotch feel mushy. She pulled herself away and ran, her clothes catching on brambles she didn't see before breaking away from Chaos. The brambles tore through her dress and while she was running, she tumbled over a rock and her pull-ups caught on a branch, leaving her suspended by them in nothing but her pull-ups, socks, and shoes. She tried to wriggle free but, in her efforts, she tore her pull-ups and she slowly started to fall as her pull-ups tore little by little. She yelped as she fell chest-first onto some grass, her pull-ups still hanging on the branch, fluttering in the wind. She leaped up, not realizing her sudden lack of underwear until a few hops later, she felt a cold chill run past her crotch. Shivering and ducking behind a tree, she looked down and almost screamed, stifling it quickly so she wouldn’t get caught. Her exposed crotch itched as clear, sticky liquids bubbled out of her cunny and dripped onto the grass, her young body going haywire being so unsure whether she meant to be naked and to give off hormones or if she hadn’t meant to. Unconsciously, her body drove into a heat. Her juices turned boiling hot, steam practically wafting from her exposed bunny-parts. Her breathing turned short and her cheeks flushed. Her legs felt like jelly as she slumped onto the grass, tail first, into a seated position by the tree. She breathed heavy and her eyes drooped, her gaze falling to her crotch. The grass tickled and pricked at her sensitive vagina, making flashes of lightning shoot up her small body right to her head, making her head feel fuzzy and her attention faint. She lost control and reached down to her cunny, losing all decency and curiously rubbing, flicking, and fondling the different areas of her sex, testing each to see how each part felt. Her labia made her feel fuzzy and dizzy, her urethra made her feel like peeing again, the entrance to her cervix felt like subtle shocks as she prodded it with her gloved finger. When she noticed a hooded bean at the top of her sex, she barely touched it and she gasped a loud moan as sizzling shocks spasmed through her, her abdomen clenching tight and her cervix pulsing open and closed. Her anus puckered as she rode her first ever orgasm, clear, sticky, smelly liquid oozing out of her cervix. She caught some on her thumb and pressed it between her thumb and finger. It was like goo, but strangely elastic. She took a taste of it and it tasted strangely good. Sweet like sugar but with an iron-like tang. She was enraptured by the desire for something to reach inside her even deeper than her fingers could. Being a rabbit, her lust was near insatiable. Her sex wanted, no, NEEDED something to plow into it, images of her friends’ penises flashing through her clouded mind. Sonic’s, who she had seen by accident when she peeked in Amy’s room and saw him rutting Amy roughly. She glimpsed his mushroom-shaped glans poking out of Amy’s kitty as he bucked his hips and drove his dick deep into Amy, pulling back as quickly and harshly as he had drilled it in. Knuckles’ penis bubbled up in her mind next, seeing her Echidna acquaintance plow Rouge with no shame in one of the hallways of Knothole, not caring in the slightest of being caught, exhibiting his affection for Rouge for all to see. Cream included, hiding behind a column as she saw him engaged in sexual reckless abandon. Her memories flowed to her best friend, Tails, concocting a dreamy imagination of how having rough, raw sex would feel with her secret crush, drilling both of his dicks in Cream’s kitty and tailhole, propelling himself with his two tails. Unbeknownst to her, however, she hadn’t gotten that far away from Chaos as she thought. He slithered across the grass, a hidden from sight puddle, driven with the urge to mate. Creeping just as silently as before, he made his way over to the tree trunk Cream was drowsily sitting behind, slinking his way back to a standing position and slithering a tendril of water around the tree, across the grass, and forming it into a sexual device, drilled it into Cream’s exposed pussy. She gasped and screamed as she felt an unusual thing suddenly poke through her cervix, popping her hymen and pushing its way to the entrance of her uterus. It felt cold and gooey, like a watery snake had crawled into her kitty. Blood dripping down Chaos’ watery tendril from Cream’s cherry being popped, he drove it in and out of Cream’s pussy, each thrust kissing her uterus. His tendril expanded and twitched with each thrust, Cream getting stuffed more and more with his gooey cock each time. It wasn’t long until Chaos climaxed inside Cream, splurging white hot cum into her, her tummy bulging a little as her uterus filled with his cum. He was far from done with his revenge though, creating a second tentacle and driving it deep in Cream’s tailhole. He formed a third tentacle and shoved it in Cream’s mouth, spit-roasting her all by himself. Watery tendrils drilled her pussy, anus, and mouth all at once. She could barely breathe, thanking Mobius that she was blessed with a nose to breathe through, as she choked and moaned being thoroughly violated by Chaos. He climaxed suddenly, filling Cream’s pussy, anus, and throat in unison. So much cum flooded her that some blew out her nose, choking and coughing Chaos’ thick cum all over the grass. His cum oozed out of practically every orifice of Cream, oozing out of her kitty and ass and dribbling out of her mouth and nose. She fell back onto the grass, hazy as she slipped into unconsciousness, her little body hardly able to handle how viciously Chaos had just violated it. Chaos returned to where he was resting before, and Mobius itself stood still.
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  13. Of note, this story contains some straight-up sex. Mostly about the diapers, though. Also, obligatory formatting apology. This is a copy - paste job as I'll be away from my computer for some weeks and won't have the opportunity to re-format it. In for a Penny You’ve only known her a couple hours, but your brain is reeling. She’d been standing idly by the table, wrist braced on the mahogany rim and cue loose in the other paw: a lithe-figured coyote with sharp features and a bit of snaggletooth. “Name’s Cassidy,” she’d purred, eyeing you up like prey, “charmed.” The night’s been a blur since the first shot of pool, but you’re tunnel-visioned by the time the lock snaps and her apartment door falls open behind you. Her deep, willful eyes and wild grin bore into your skin. Her paw falls on your shoulder, claws blunt but digging. You can taste the fading hickory-smoke of whiskey still on her breath. It's driving you crazy. You reach to pull her to you, but she swipes your hand away like it's a housefly. "Hold on a minute, tiger." Her paw slips free, canines still bare and eyes hungry. "Before we go any further, there's something you 'gotta know." You should be worried. A little jolt of the appropriate adrenaline hits you, but as it stands you barely notice it. 'Get on with it,' shouts your brain, but you swap the words as they cross your tongue. "Yeah? What is it?" She slips a paw into the waist of her pants and pops the button. Her grin narrows to a wry slit. "Now, I'm all good, so I don't wanna' hear any sympathetic whinging, got it?" "Huh?" "Got it?" "No whinging. Got it." She slides the paw in further and flexes, spreading the zipper along the ridge with practiced ease. Her tail swishes gently, eyes peeling back your clothing. "I'm incontinent." "You're what?" You'd heard her, but in the fog you're in it takes a second to process. Even as she rolls her hips and her beltline slips Iow. You'd been seeing something all along: a hint of elastic around the waist, a certain fullness to her crotch and buttocks.... It had been dark. You hadn't really noticed. She straightens just a little. "It means I--." "I know what it means." Could it be? With the way she carried herself in those short-shorts? That sharp wit, toned core, and wild, intoxicating grin? Was she really wearing a--. "Come on now, you won't hurt my feelings. It's not polite to keep a lady waiting." She pauses her undulation, eyes expectant, shorts wide open and hanging low from her tail. God, how had you missed it? One of those drugstore things, maybe, but this is so big. Even folded tight around her crotch it bulges out through the gap of her fly, and you can still see its bulk printing between the legs of her shorts as they sag and forcing her stance wide. It's got this dull, plastic sheen..., and that discoloration, is that.... "It's what you think it is," she nods, "it was a long night." A shiver whips up your spine. It's a strange shiver. One you hadn't expected. There's a tightness in your jeans and you realize you're rock hard. How long had it been like that? Since the cab? Or was this new? A stupid thought sifts through the chaos in your brain. You sniff the air and smell..., ...It couldn't be. "Mhmm," she murmurs, "that, too. Happened as we were getting out of the cab." God, how is she looking you in the eye? In her place you'd have run crying and hid! How can she move her body like that, talk like that, be like that, and all the while she's..., well, you know. And her eyes are still wild. Her teeth still bared. Like it's nothing. She pops the button over her tail and steps forward, pants finally falling to her ankles. It sags even further than you thought, and in the new light you can see that dark, yellowed stain leeches nearly to her waist. She shifts and pivots slowly around her right foot, as if on a runway. It's soaked up the back, too, past where the padding splits to slot her slender, ashen tail to fasten again at the small of her back. And then beneath it, there's a certain fullness. You'd never have noticed if she hadn't said so, even with the faint smell in the air, but it's there. "This is the way it is," she whispers, nearly facing you again, "You want this, you've gotta have the whole package. Thought you should know what you're getting into." You could get lost in those golden eyes. Even now. "Cass, I--". She shushes you with a paw bean to your lips. "Now obviously, I need to freshen up. So I'll give you a choice: I'm going to be a few minutes. You can get lost before I get back, and it's no talk, no calls, no hard feelings. Or, you can help yourself to the fridge, flop back on that couch, and wait." She rocks on a heel to leave, but something stops her. She turns back, that wry grin deepening. Your eyes lock again, then there's a jolt: her handpaw heavy on the tent in your jeans. "Unless," she chirps, looking suddenly hopeful, "you're man enough to help out." The spine shiver seizes up in a shudder. You hunt for words and don't find them. "I, uh, yeah." She slips her paw into your waistband and tugs. "Then come along." - In a daze you follow her down the hall, brushing past the bathroom and into the shelter of her bedroom. It's lit dimly, but enough to make out she shadows of scattered wall-art and the simple frame of a queen bed. An Ikea model, you realize as she raises the dimmer. You'd seen it the other day when you'd gone in for a desk lamp. The things a brain notices. She rocks back against the bedspread, triggering the tell-tale rustle of a rubber sheet. You'd tried like hell to forget that sound, but somehow it didn't bother her. Nothing bothers her. She just tugs at you again and pulls you close until her muzzle touches your nose. "Not 'gonna lie, Anon. I've been eating bar food and keeping hydrated for the last couple hours. It's a mess down there. You want to back out now's your chance." Your mind is no clearer, but those eyes. That smile. "I don't think there's anything you could do to be disgusting." It's the truth, though she winces at the saccharine flavor. "You say that to just any girl who's gone in her pants?" She pulls off the comforter and falls back against the rubber sheet, slender figure sinking slightly in the folds and perky breasts jostling loose under her tank top. With her pants off and legs out of the way, her accident is laid bare: it sits heavily in her crotch, thick, soggy, and swollen. And then there's the lump resting on the base of her tail. It's bigger than you first thought, and the smell's a little clearer, but you aren't paying attention. You reach down and set a hand on the garment, flinching as you feel the warmth. "So, what am I supposed to do?" She cocks her head. "You're really good with this?" Sure as hell wasn't how you thought tonight would go, or any night. But those eyes. And her poise is intoxicating. "Yeah. I guess so." You set your hand back on her and wait for some direction, marveling for a moment at the texture. The surface is taut and the bulk firm, but it gives under your touch. Gears stick in the back of your head, and then grind in place as she grabs your wrist. "Don't tease. It isn't nice." Your spine shudders again at the hunger in her voice, and your jeans strain. "I, uh--." She pulls you in and you trip over the bed frame as your shins catch. Then you're on top of her. Her warmth melts through your clothes. Her breath splashes your face. "Kiss me." You dive in as if loosed from a chain, and as you do her paw slips back in your waistline and this time pops the buttons and zipper. Her touch alone is almost too much, but she grabs you by the shoulder and tackles you to your back. Before you know it she's straddled over you, handpaws pinning you by the chest. Is she really just going to do this? She rocks back toward your pelvis. "Hey, you sure you want to--" Squish. It's just about the strangest thing you've ever felt: soft, warm, heavy. It gives way under her weight like memory foam, and she lets out a soft, growling moan. Her eyes catch fire. She snorts. "I'm both kinds of wet, now," she growls, "and both kinds of dirty." She raises and drops twice more, both whipping you up the spine thickening the lust clouding your brain. Then she starts to grind. Pinned beneath her weight you've little respite from the friction as she rubs and lapses into a lilting howl. And the way it feels.... has she done this before? You've nearly the presence of mind to ask, but instead you tackle her back and pull her into missionary. Wrapped up as she is it's tough to get at anything, but you hold tight and grind back as best you can. It's thrilling just to have your arms around her: something so wild and fearless and beautiful. And it must be working because she yips in time with the rhythm, eyes digging deeper and her teeth clasping at your jaw as you kiss. It should be disgusting, but there's nothing she could do to be disgusting. Not even as you feel fresh warmth surging into her padding, and then the tickle of the first rivulet to break through the leg seal and leak. "Hey, I think I'm--." "It's okay, Cass." A little further. She yips and grinds and finally howls once more, and this time there's a flash: You, and then her right after. She shivers and you collapse together, silent save for your panting breaths, and the quiet trickle of urine puddling as her bladder empties its last. You slide an arm under her back and pull her in, ignoring the wetness. The smell is obvious now. You pretend not to notice. "You okay?" She grumbles. "I said no whinging." "Yeah, yeah." "Good. And Anon?" "Yeah?" "I could really use that change, now." - You tumble back up to your feet to find her looking almost sheepish, her latest accident still pooling around her butt and sodden diaper on display. The image is hard to process, even with the fire in her eyes burnt to embers. Cassidy the tough girl. The untamable coyote. What a problem for someone like her to have. And what a strange place to wind up on a Saturday night in December. "Come on, Anon. The tapes. It isn't rocket science." Oh, yeah. "Not going to pull me in again this time, are you?" She shakes her head. "Gotta get this taken care of. Least this way we only have to clean up the one mess." The tapes pop free easily, and gingerly you ease the garment open. The smell hits hard with the seal broken but you hide your flinch. The padding is stained a deep yellow, and much of her fur with it. Her mess is substantial. Fortunately the bulk of it is bunched in a lump under her tail. You look up for guidance; she just arches her back a little and reaches around to rip the tail tape. "Just ball it up. Got bags in the dresser." You do as you're told. The weight is startling. All this was just on her all night? You gag on the smell and turn so she doesn't see. "Twist the bag a couple times and tie it as low as you can get it." And just like that the worst of it is gone. "Alright, now the fun part. Wipes are one drawer up. You'll want a bag for them, too. After that we're probably going to want to take this to the shower." "You're pretty good at this, Cass." "No shit, Sherlock. I get a lot of practice." "I take it it, uh, doesn't come out of fur real easy." "No, it does not. My offer stands." You shake your head. "In for a penny." You go to work. She isn't kidding: it's a mess down there. As big as the lump in her, uh, diaper was, there's maybe half that much left. God, she does this by herself? Must take forever. "You get used to it," she sighs, sensing your surprise in the stroke of the wipe against her, "you get practiced, like I said, and you figure out how to move things along. Just get the worst of it, then we shower." You keep at it, and slowly things start to come together. The wipes come back cleaner and the smell eases. She shivers again as you get to the base of her tail. You pause, but she shakes her head. "Sorry. It's just I've never had any, you know, help before." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "But you're so forward with it." She sighs, this time wistfully. "Again, practice. You learn it's better to rip the band-aid. That it's always better to tell than get found out. Nobody wants to be mean, or shallow, but nobody likes surprises. It's a big surprise. Better to break a deal before it gets made; that's the kind of mistake you only make once." You grab her paw from her side and give it a bit of a squeeze. "Sorry." "What'd I say about whinging?" "Sorry!" You toss the last of the wipes and she sits up. The paw you'd held falls back on your shoulder. "I don't need you to try to be nice. This kind of problem can really drag you down, but only if you let it. That's another mistake you only make once." "So I'm the first since you, uh...." The grin comes back. You're glad to see it. "Sorry, tiger. Not quite. It's been five years, after all." Funny, you hadn't realized you hoped you were. Talk about saccharine, though. Maybe it's for the best. Presently she stands, stroking you with her tail as she brushes past toward the shower, "But you are the first to not wait on the couch." - "Come on," she calls, "before the booze catches up and I wet again." Her shadow breaks the honey light from the bathroom and you can see her beckoning. Suppose she’d said "we", but you hadn’t wanted to assume. You trot after her, blinking hard and rubbing your eyes as you duck into the light. Holy shit. She’s a bombshell in the nude. Lithe, toned, and wholly unbothered by your probing eyes. She turns again, lifting her tail to flash her hips and ass. “Like this better? I put a lot of goddamn work into it, so you’d best." "I like you however you come." "Oh, shut it," she spits, but there's no steel in her voice. You finish disrobing as she wrenches on the faucet and pops the shower valve. Then she’s on you again: muzzle wide around your mouth and tongue invading. Again you taste the whiskey as she hauls you under the current beside her, water running hot between your bodies and slicking and shrinking her fur. “I don’t think you finished cleaning,” she purrs, wresting your hand from the small of her back and forcing it lower. Again, you do as you’re told. Her jaw clamps harder and you feel yourself sliding under her weight. The plastic of the shower wall plants cooly against your back, and then slips as she shifts her paws to your shoulders. She tenses and huffs as you work, forcing you ever lower under her building ecstasy until she towers overhead. Her abs show faintly through her glistening fur and porcelain teeth shine like chrome in the steam-filtered light. You collapse into one of those wood-slat handicapped benches and are surprised to find it sturdy. Surely it’s got a far less glamorous use on the daily, but as she straddles you again you don’t care to ask. Then she drops, and your spine whips the hardest it has in ages. It’s fast now, her arms wrapped tight around your back and blunted claws digging. Your body strains, and hers, too. There’s a closeness to it you hadn’t expected: the kind you don’t usually find in a bar. There’s security in the strength of her grasp and her feverish motion, and you hope like hell she can feel you give it back. Maybe she doesn’t let it bother her, but she wanted you to see the whole package. Well, you’ll take it as-is, and you put your back into making it obvious. Judging by the howl, she can tell. - The night blurs a little, detail lost to booze, reverie, and confusion. You’re back on the bed again, sprawled out together on a warm, drying towel. The light’s still on, but her breathing’s slowed, and a tired weight is slowly settling on your chest and forehead. You’ve got your arms around each other. Her still-damp fur runs warm and silky between your fingers. The world seems heavy and distant. But her eyes flutter, and she blinks. You wince as the feeling falters. “Hey, comfy as this is, I’m still going to need change real quick or it won’t stay that way long.” You yawn, not quite letting go as she shifts to turn away. “You know, Cass, I don’t mind if..., you know, whatever. We can take care of it in the morning.” But she groans and wriggles free. “That’s sweet of you, but neither of us is going to feel that way when we wake up cold, wet, and hungover three hours from now." Suppose that tracks. You chuckle, and let her go. “Take it that’s one of those mistakes you only make once?” “Once and only once.” “Want help?” “I got this one. Takes practice.” Without her weight beside you you can’t help waking a little. Drowsily you watch from the corner of your eye as she plucks one of the things from her dresser, unfurls it, and pulls it up between her thighs. A couple of practiced motions and she’s got the tail taped up, then the leg-holes tight and finally the waist snug. You’re startled how much smaller it is clean, barely disrupting her silhouette save some thickening around the hips. She must know you’re watching because she turns again for you, this time giving her tail a more demure swish. You smile to yourself. There’s a certain elegance to the pragmatism of it all, at least the way she wears it. “Beautiful as ever,” you call. She snorts dismissively. “Uh huh. Sure am.” “Ya’ know? You can kinda rock that thing.” Her ears snap half-back. You wince. “...sorry.” “Yeah, you’ll forgive me if that’s not my favorite compliment I’ve ever gotten. But I appreciate the sentiment.” She flops back onto the bed beside you, this time pulling the towel out of the way and the comforter back up. You close your eyes as you feel her warmth again, but she pokes you firmly in the chest with a claw. “Hey. These shouldn’t leak, but I haven’t had a dry night since this whole mess started, and after an evening like this there’s no telling what else will happen. Just fair warning.” You poke back. “Alright, but I’m ‘gonna make you a deal: If I don’t get to whinge, you don’t get to warn me about stuff anymore.” She sighs, hiding what you’re sure is relief behind a veil of irritation. “Deal.”
  14. First time I've posted here in awhile and wow uhm....these new tags are so arousing..im gonna have fun with those aahh This is my oc Pixie struggling to get through her shift. I miss my bartending days sometimes
  15. A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.) Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team. “Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!” The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself. The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground. “Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.” Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over. “You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought. “She’s gonna blow…” Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft. “We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!” “Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose. “Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow.
  16. A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.) Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team. “Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!” The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself. The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground. “Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.” Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over. “You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought. “She’s gonna blow…” Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft. “We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!” “Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose. “Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow.
  17. Hello omo.org memeber! i hope to introduce myself, i am guowur/lychee, an artist. i want to take requests. the request must be of my characters, but i will draw them doing almost anything omo related. each character has a bit about them on their profiles so hopefully you'll read a little about them, and base your requests on that : ) i will draw my art in my style. Please do not repost my artwork anywhere. thank you. just a side note, i will draw diapers and infantilism (treating an adult like a child in a demeaning way), but i WILL NOT do age regression. i will not draw scat. i believe those are my only boundaries. if something else comes up i'll let you know! thank you. Jelly: Berry: Melon: Ringo: Salsa: Sushi:
  18. Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.
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