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  1. Guest

    Breezy BARELY made it in time~

    From the album: Omonomiyaki's OC illustrations

    The poor Vtuber was forced to do a marathon livestream with no cooldown on the hydrate command. 7 hours later...
  2. Hiii, you can call me Lyon. My commissions are open!! It'll be $15 for a greyscale sketch and $20 for a color sketch. Prices can rise if there's multiple characters, etc. I can take PayPal rn. If you have any questions about what I can draw just ask. Contact me on Discord at batcowgirl#3387. Examples attached!!
  3. Chocola and Vanilla were two playful and curious catgirls who lived with their owner, Kassou Minaduki. On this particular night, they decided to venture out into the neighborhood to buy some soy sauce. Despite the fact that it was already dark outside, they were eager to go on an adventure. As they left the house, Kassou worriedly called after them, reminding them to stay close and be careful. Chocola, being the more daring of the two, took the lead as they made their way down the street. Vanilla, meanwhile, clung closely to Chocola's side, her fear of the dark tempered by her trust in her older sister. Together, the two catgirls made their way towards the convenience store, chatting and giggling as they went. They were completely unaware of the danger that lay ahead. As they walked, Chocola and Vanilla chatted excitedly about their day and their owner, Kassou. "I can't believe how good that soup was today!" said Chocola, her tail twitching in excitement. "I think I drank more than my fair share!" "Me too!" agreed Vanilla, her eyes shining in the darkness. "Kassou is such a good cook! I don't know what we'd do without him." The two catgirls walked on, their conversation turning to Kassou and all the wonderful things he did for them. They talked about how much they loved him and how grateful they were to be part of his family. As they walked, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the quiet neighborhood, the only other sound the occasional meowing of a stray cat in the distance. But Chocola and Vanilla paid it no mind, their focus on their conversation and their mission to get soy sauce. As they continued on their walk, both Chocola and Vanilla began to feel the pressure of a full bladder. They had drunk a lot of soup at dinner, and now their bladders were begging for relief. Chocola, being the more carefree of the two, was able to ignore her discomfort for a while longer. She was too caught up in the thrill of the adventure to pay much attention to her physical needs. Vanilla, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly aware of her full bladder. She shifted nervously from foot to foot, her small body tense with discomfort. She tried to hold it in, but with each passing moment, her need to pee grew stronger. As they walked, Chocola's carefree demeanor began to fade as she too became increasingly aware of her need to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs, her eyes darting around in search of a suitable place to relieve herself. Vanilla, meanwhile, was becoming increasingly anxious. Her fear of the dark was compounded by her growing discomfort, and she was on the verge of tears. She clutched at Chocola's sleeve, her tiny body shaking with the effort of holding it in. Despite their growing discomfort, Chocola and Vanilla pressed on, determined to reach their destination and buy the soy sauce. But as they walked, their need to pee grew more and more pressing, until they were both in desperate need of a bathroom. As they walked, Chocola and Vanilla soon realized that they were lost. The familiar streets and landmarks were nowhere to be seen, and they were surrounded by unfamiliar buildings and darkness. Their need to pee was now a constant and pressing sensation, and they were both on the verge of tears. Chocola's bravado was gone, and she was now just as scared and desperate as Vanilla. "Vanilla, I really need to go to the bathroom," Chocola admitted, her voice trembling. "Me too," said Vanilla, her own voice filled with fear and desperation. "I don't know where we are." The two catgirls huddled together, their small bodies shaking with fear and discomfort. They were lost, it was dark, and they had to go to the bathroom. It seemed like a hopeless situation. But despite their fear, Chocola and Vanilla refused to give up. They clung to each other, their determination to find their way back home and find a bathroom growing stronger with each passing moment. As their desperate search for a bathroom continued, Chocola and Vanilla's need to pee grew more and more pressing. They were both on the verge of losing control, their small bodies trembling with the effort of holding it in. Suddenly, Chocola let out a small cry as she had a sudden spasm and a small amount of urine escaped her control. She was mortified, her embarrassment compounded by her growing fear and desperation. "Oh no, I peed a little!" cried Chocola, her voice trembling. "What are we going to do?" Vanilla, meanwhile, was holding on with all her might, her small body shaking with the effort. She was holding her legs tightly together, trying to squeeze her muscles and prevent herself from losing control. Despite their growing discomfort, Chocola and Vanilla refused to give up. They clung to each other, their determination to find a bathroom and relieve themselves growing stronger with each passing moment. They searched frantically, their eyes darting around in the darkness, desperate for any sign of a bathroom or a way back home. Just as Chocola and Vanilla's fear and desperation were reaching a breaking point, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. They looked up to see a tall, shadowy figure walking towards them, and their hearts leapt with relief and hope. As the figure grew closer, they could see that it was their beloved owner, Kashou. He had been searching for them, and had finally found them in the dark, lost and desperately in need of a bathroom. Chocola and Vanilla let out a chorus of relieved cries, their small bodies sagging with relief. They rushed towards Kassou, their eyes shining with gratitude and happiness. "Kassou! We're so glad you found us!" cried Chocola, her voice filled with relief and happiness. "We were lost and we had to go to the bathroom so badly," added Vanilla, her small body shaking with gratitude. Kassou smiled down at the two catgirls, his heart filled with love and concern. He scooped them up in his arms, holding them close as they clung to him, their tiny bodies shaking with relief and happiness. "I'm just glad you're both safe," said Kassou, his voice filled with warmth and love. "Let's go home." And with that, Chocola and Vanilla were finally on their way back home, where they could relieve themselves in the safety and comfort of their own bathroom. They cuddled close to Kassou, their hearts filled with love and gratitude for their kind and caring owner. As they made their way back home, Chocola and Vanilla's need to pee was growing more and more pressing. Their small bodies were shaking with discomfort, and their desperation was almost palpable. "Kassou, can I please pee in the bushes?" begged Chocola, her voice trembling with desperation. But Kassou firmly refused. "No, Chocola. We're almost home. You can use the bathroom when we get there." Despite their growing discomfort, Chocola and Vanilla knew that Kassou was right. They clung to each other, their determination to hold it in growing stronger with each step. Kassou noticed their distress and tried to offer some encouraging words. "Just hang in there, girls. We're almost home. And I promise, when we get there, you can use the bathroom as much as you need." His words filled Chocola and Vanilla with renewed determination. They held on with all their might, their small bodies shaking with effort. They tried to distract themselves with thoughts of the soft, warm bed they would sleep in once they got home. Finally, they reached the front door of their home. Chocola and Vanilla let out a chorus of relieved cries, their small bodies sagging with relief. They ran inside, eager to finally be able to relieve themselves. And with that, the long, desperate night was finally over. Chocola and Vanilla were home, safe and sound, and they could finally let go and enjoy the relief of using the bathroom. They cuddled close to Kassou, their hearts filled with love and gratitude for their kind and caring owner. As soon as they entered the house, Chocola couldn't take it anymore. She let out a loud cry and ran towards the bathroom, her desperation reaching a boiling point. "I have to go! I have to go right now!" she yelled, her voice trembling with urgency. She burst into the bathroom, her small hands frantically pulling down her pants. She groaned in relief as the warm stream of urine finally flowed out, her body shaking with the release of pent-up pressure. Her panties were already damp, a telltale sign of her desperation and her inability to hold it in any longer. She let out a contented sigh, her body finally relaxing after such a long, trying night. Chocola knew that she would never forget this night, and how she and Vanilla had struggled to hold it in, but she was grateful to be home and finally able to relieve herself. She smiled, her heart overflowing with gratitude for Kassou and the home he had provided for them. While Chocola was in the bathroom, Vanilla was waiting outside, desperately trying to hold on. Her body was shaking with the effort, and her mind was racing with anxiety. She knew that Chocola wouldn't be much longer, but every second felt like an eternity. She squeezed her legs together, trying to stifle the growing urgency, but it was no use. "Come on, come on, Chocola. Hurry up!" she muttered under her breath, her frustration growing with each passing moment. Finally, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and Chocola emerged, a look of relief on her face. Vanilla didn't waste a moment, she bolted into the bathroom, eager to finally be able to relieve herself. With a sigh of relief, Vanilla finally let go, the warm stream of urine cascading into the toilet bowl. She let out a contented sigh, her body finally relaxed after such a trying night. She thought about all the events that had led up to this moment, how she and Chocola had been lost in the dark, their desperation growing with each passing minute. She smiled, grateful to be home and finally able to take care of her needs. As she washed her hands and prepared to head back to bed, Vanilla couldn't help but think about how lucky she and Chocola were to have found a home with the Minaduki family. She was grateful for the love and care that had been shown to them, and she knew that she and Chocola would always have each other. With a contented smile, Vanilla made her way back to bed, ready to get some much-needed rest after such a long and trying night.
  4. Here4theFun

    Kurin

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    This is my new original character. She is basically a janitor and will clean all your messes. She is a cat girl and likes milk and soft treats (Kurin believes that drinking milk will help her grow but she is stuck being a shortie). She likes things clean and orderly, being pet and money. She dislikes, people making her space dirty, not getting enough food and the outside.
  5. Bombality

    Fluffy Part 3

    From the album: Bomb's almost sfw desperation / wetting drawings

    Part of a 12$ comission for deviantart use vassilizaitzev, they wanted a continuation of the previous image, the same catgirl character, Fluffy, in front of a locked bathroom door, bent forward, legs crosses, knees inward and hands jammed in her crotch, also they wanted a buttshot for a better view of her wetting herself. Finished August 3rd 2020.
  6. Bombality

    Fluffy Part 2

    From the album: Bomb's almost sfw desperation / wetting drawings

    Part of a 12$ comission for deviantart use vassilizaitzev, they wanted a continuation of the previous image, the same catgirl character, Fluffy, in front of a locked bathroom door, bent forward, legs crosses, knees inward and hands jammed in her crotch, also they wanted a buttshot. Finished August 3rd 2020.
  7. Bombality

    Fluffy Part 1

    From the album: Bomb's almost sfw desperation / wetting drawings

    After being pranked with a knee strike to the groin (which I assume must still hurt a bit even if you don't have male anatomy) Mirai (bunny girl) decides to do her own prank and sneak a couple of diuretics in Fluffy's (catgirl) drinks while they are far away from the nearest restroom. Alternate version of this comission: https://www.deviantart.com/bombality-kink/art/Com-Fluffy-poo-desperation-850076839 Finished July 27 2020.
  8. Ree really needs to pee, she's not sure if they can pee here, but she can't hold it anymore. Her friend Violet convinces her that no one will see it.
  9. Ri really needs to pee, she's not sure can to pee here, but she can't hold it anymore. Her friend Violet convinces her that no one will see it.
  10. Hello everyone! This is my first story in a series I'm doing based off the girls from Hololive Productions. Let me know what you think and if there are any girls/groups from Hololive that you'd like to see written about. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Okayu~~~” The brunette dog-girl threw herself on the cat-girl waiting at the front door, showering the feline with kisses before being given the chance to react. “Koro-san, you don’t have to do this every time I come over, you know,” Okayu said, returning Korone’s barrage of love with a simple kiss to the cheek. “I know, but I have to because it’s Okayu.” The dog took her best friend’s hand and led her into her house and furthermore into her room. The first thing Okayu noticed upon entering was a game she hadn’t seen before on Korone’s TV. “Bare Knuckle?” the cat questioned. The dog nodded in response and noted, “It’s a Master System game! I was planning on playing it on stream tomorrow, but I want to play it with Okayu first.” Okayu smiled and sat down on the cushion laid out on the ground for them to sit on. “I’ll be right back,” Korone said as she turned and left the room. She had told Okayu to skip lunch, so she reveled in bliss as she thought about what yummy food she could’ve brought for them. At that same moment, she felt a small pang in her stomach. She realized she forgot to use the restroom before coming over, and she was very intent on not using someone else’s toilet for that sort of thing. “Oh well,” she thought to herself, leaning back a little. She figured she’d just have to eat light today. After a while, Korone came back with some tea, and furthermore with Okayu’s biggest weakness: onigiri. Various kinds too. Needless to say, her eyes sparkled with glee, but returned to normal when she remembered the state of her stomach. She’d have to pass, as much as it pained her. “Where did you get them, Koro-San?” She had decided to open up conversation to get her mind off her stomach. “I made them! I’ve been working really hard to make these for you so I made lots. I hope you like them!” Korone’s smile was blinding as she sat down next to her friend. All the while, Okayu’s heart sank from the gravity of the situation she’d just been put in. She knew Korone always gets hurt if Okayu refuses anything she offers, even if it’s so much as water. But this was different. Her best friend just poured her heart out to make something specifically for her. If she didn’t indulge in it, there would be no doubt Korone would be heartbroken as a result. That being said, her body wasn’t exactly acting in her favor, and the way it sounded, there would be way too much for her even if she was completely empty. “Hmm? Is something wrong Okayu?” the dog asked, breaking the purple-haired girl’s introspection. Okayu sighed. “Nah, it’s nothing. I was just in awe of the onigiri. They look great!” While technically not lying in her statement, she wondered what the next few hours would have in store for her. She would just have to resign herself to deal with it. After all, Korone’s happiness was worth the struggle to her. After a couple hours, Korone got tired of Bare Knuckle because Okayu kept killing her. In turn they decided to watch some comedy show Korone liked. Okayu didn’t quite get it, but if it made Korone happy, it was fine by her. If anything, it gave her the ability to keep her stomach under control by gently massaging it with her hands. She’d eaten around five of the rice balls, which usually is plenty for most people. But if anyone knew how quick she could tear through onigiri, it was Korone. The pained cat knew she’d have to keep going to keep the act up, but she knew her endurance was slowly deteriorating. What’s worse, the tea had started making an impact on her bladder too. She had no problem peeing in someone else’s house, but she knew that if she went to the toilet, more than just pee would come out of her, and she couldn’t let that happen, even if it was her best friend’s house. She’d need to get home sooner rather than later before things start getting uncomfortably close. She wasn’t sure what the results would be, but she had to try. Okayu waited until Korone was done with her laughing fit to speak up, but got her train of thought derailed when the dog-girl had spoken up first. “Okayu, you can be honest with me, you know,” Korone started, much to the other girl’s confusion. “Okayu hasn’t eaten much since she got here. You don’t like the onigiri, do you? You wanna go home, don’t you?” There it was. Before she even had the chance to ask about going home, Korone had gotten a preemptive strike in. Even then, the statement was far from the truth. Okayu loved the onigiri, even more-so knowing it was made with her friend’s love. As if the gods couldn’t have made it any worse, Korone started to tear up as she held her head down in shame. The cat-girl sat mortified, as her stomach churned slightly and her heart fell to the depths of the ocean. She was reaching a stalemate, but she couldn’t stand to see her best friend cry, even at the risk of her own embarrassment. She’d have to hold it. She was sure she could last at least a little longer. “Sorry, Koro-san,” the typically lazier of the two said, pulling the more energetic girl into a hug. “I’ve been kinda distracted today, so I wasn’t thinking about eating. The onigiri are great!” She kissed the sobbing dog and held her until she calmed down. “So, you aren’t going home then?” the girl retorted. “No, I’m not going anywhere.” With what, Okayu resigned herself to another two or more hours of her torment, while probably having to eat more of the rice balls. To her, however, it was worth preserving Korone’s smile. Another hour had passed, and the two girls had decided to start watching clips of their fellow v-tubers on YouTube. As they sat there, watching the possessed being of what was once Akai Haato cooking a spider, Okayu started to lose her composure. Since the minor meltdown with Korone, she’d eaten three more onigiri and drank around three more cups of tea. Her head and stomach were spinning and crying in pain as she committed all of her willpower and strength to keep her front and rear exits closed. Suddenly, a slight fart escaped from her rear, with the caveat being that it felt a lot more wet than one usually does. She realized now that not leaving was a severe mistake, as now even the slightest movement could make her lose control. Korone, on the other hand, was none the wiser, laughing herself to death at the chaos on the screen. Sitting in her torment, Okayu reached only one solution for herself: she would have to use Korone’s toilet. “H-hey… Ko-Koro-san, I nee-” Okayu had no time to state her case before Korone pushed her somewhat hard during one of her laughing fits. That was the final straw for the cat-girl, as without hesitation, her anus started to open against her will, and a sharp gasp escaped her mouth, much to Korone’s surprise. “Okayu!?” Korone turned as she bore witness to Okayu’s living nightmare. As if she couldn’t control her own body anymore, the girl got up on her knees with her legs spread, preparing for the worst. Turning and using Korone to brace herself, Okayu started to expel her waste into her purple panties. As Korone stared into her friend’s teary and fear-filled eyes, the cat-girl pushed more of the soft, warm and mushy mass into her underwear. In a matter a seconds, but what felt like minutes, Okayu had completely emptied her bowels into her panties, where it started expanding outwards to make room. Although Korone couldn’t see the bulge expanding in the back of Okayu’s now brown-stained pants, the smell was undeniable, especially for a dog. As they stared at each other, both equally mortified, Okayu’s bladder also started to give out. “I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry Korone,” Okayu weeped as she openly demonstrated her lack of control over her body. Korone held Okayu tight as she realized why Okayu hadn’t eaten much. “It’s okay,” the dog-girl rubbed Okayu’s back, “it’s my fault isn’t it?” After being completely empty in both her bladder and bowels, Okayu started to calm down under Korone’s comfort. In a way, she felt good to have it all out her after her last couple hours of torment. “Sorry Koro-san,” she sniffled, “I made a mess.” She wanted to keep apologizing, but was suddenly interrupted by grunting sounds coming from her canine companion. Before she could ask what Korone was doing, her nose noticed that the smell of feces was getting significantly more potent. “She can’t be…,” she thought to herself, until she looked down to see a puddle forming around her friend’s knees. “What are you doing!?” Okayu pulled back to face Korone again. “It’s my fault Okayu had an accident,” Korone said between her panting as she continued to voluntarily push out her own wastes into her white panties. “I won’t let Okayu be embarrassed alone.” Okayu sat perfectly frozen as she processed what Korone was doing, but eventually found herself leaning into her friend, saying, “You’re so weird, Koro-san.” She giggled a little before letting out a simple “Thank you.” After both girls finished their business in their underwear, they sat in place, holding each other in a warm embrace. After a few minutes, Korone jested, “You stink, Okayu.” “Look who’s talking,” Okayu clapped back. Both girls giggled to each other and agreed to clean up their collective mess. After a long-needed shower, cleaning of their clothes and the mess in the room, they found themselves dead tired. With nothing more than an exchange of head nods, they got in Korone’s bed, holding each other close, ready to sleep after what ended up being a long and bizarre day.
  11. Nia has to Pee-a: Remastered Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: This story has been updated from its original release. I actually had someone proofread it this time, and also went and made some slight tweaks of my own. Who shot first, Nia or Morag?) ‘What an utter crock of bad luck.’ This was the one thought that repeated in Nia’s mind over the last few hours. What was supposed to be an easy salvaging job with her mercenary friends had spiraled into a fight for survival - against her former companions, no less. Everything since then had been one bad turn after another, from crash-landing in a swamp to that awful wanted poster that made her look like some kind of monster, culminating in her arrest by Mor Ardain’s most powerful Blade. Sitting on the hard floor of her cell, Nia had to wonder where everything went wrong. Rex seemed to be the most likely culprit. That cocky kid just had to do what he was told and stay out of their way, but then he went and bonded with the Blade they were trying to collect. Granted, she had no idea her partners would try to kill him afterwards, and he did help her out of a pinch at the swamp. She really couldn’t make heads or tails of him when it came down to it. Nia groaned as she shifted her weight to take some pressure off her bottom. She was in no condition to be thinking so deeply right now, especially not when the worst part of her captivity was proving to be a constant distraction. It had been several hours since her capture, and in all that time she had not been given the chance to relieve herself. Now that she thought of it, she hadn’t had the chance to pee before they entered Torigoth that morning, either. All that time added up to a very full bladder, a constant source of discomfort and stress for the Gormotti girl. Nia took yet another look around her cell. Only a bed could be found inside the cramped walls, with no toilet or even a chamber pot for her to handle her business. Urgh, I thought even prisoners were supposed to have basic decencies. She thought about banging on the door and yelling at the guards behind it to get her something to pee in, but she would rather die before sinking to that. They already tricked her into giving up the names of her friends, no way would she give them the satisfaction of asking for the potty like a kid in school. But then what was she going to do? It could be hours before somebody came through that door again, far longer than she wanted to hold it even if she thought it possible. Her only option, it seemed, was to squat in the corner and spray the floor, leaving the guards a nice puddle to clean up once they moved her off the battleship. She wasn’t keen on the idea at first, but the more bloated her bladder got, the more appealing it sounded. Sure, it would make the room stink, but it was much better than sitting around in soaked clothes. Besides, it wasn’t like that door was going to open up any time soon. Fate had a funny way of working sometimes. As soon as she had made up her mind, the door handle turned, grabbing her full attention as it slowly swung open. This situation, this door, all caused a memory from a similar moment in her past to enter the forefront of her mind. “Jin?” she called out, expecting the present to play out the same way. To her surprise, it was not Jin who entered her cell, but Rex. “You all right, Nia?” he asked. “Rex, you…” Nia replied, sitting more upright. Just then, her Blade Dromarch entered the cell alongside Rex and bowed. “My lady, apologies for my late arrival.” Rescue had come for her, despite the odds. For the first time that whole day, Nia could feel a bit of happiness inside her. “Don’t mention it. I didn’t think anyone was coming at all.” “As if we’d leave you!” Rex held out his hand. “‘Always help those who help you.’ That’s the second rule of the Salvager’s Code!” Yet again, Nia realized she might have been wrong about Rex from the start. “Yeah, well that’s you all over, isn’t it?” She took his hand and pulled herself up. “Nngh…” Nia winced once she was on her feet. The motion had caused her bladder to shift ever so slightly, letting off another wave of discomfort that made her body tense up for just a moment. Crap, I forgot about that. Really should’ve thought of popping a squat sooner. “Something wrong?” Remembering that eyes were on her, Nia stood up straight with her legs relaxed, despite her bladder’s protests. “N-no, just been sitting here for a bit too long. Need to wake my legs back up, that’s all.” Rex smiled. “Well, you’re about to get your running in for the day, that’s for sure.” “Rex-Rex!” yelled a voice outside the cell. A nopon Nia did not recognize leaned in from behind the door frame. “Tora has found escape route! Hurry hurry!” “A nopon?” she asked. “He has been of some assistance,” said Dromarch. “We made a new friend,” said Rex. “Ah. Nice to meet you.” Nia nodded. At that moment, three more faces leaned around the corner, forming a totem pole of sorts. “Well, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome here. Time to get moving!” said Gramps, who rested on top of a robotic girl’s head. As much as she wanted to keep staring at the oddly humorous sight, Nia nodded and replied, “Right. I’ve had enough of this place. Time for some fresh air.” One by one, they exited the cell and began their escape. Most of them worried about how and if they were going to escape the battleship. For Nia, however, her concern was whether they would be able to escape soon enough to take care of her other problem. Her chance to pee in her cell was long gone; now her best chance would be to wait until they got outside and then find a bush or rock to duck behind. It didn’t matter if they knew she had to go once they were free, but until that opportunity came up, it was better that they remained focused on escaping. The problem there was how hard it was to focus on the escape herself. Every step she took sent an unpleasant jolt from her bladder through her whole body. She was thankful to be running behind everyone else, so she could bite her lip and occasionally place a hand on her bladder to stem the tide. Come on, Nia, she thought to herself. You’re a tough Driver. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll get to have that wee. She looked ahead at Tora, who led the group through the battleship’s corridors. I hope to Elysium this nopon knows where he’s going. The good news was Tora knew exactly where they were going. The bad news was that didn’t mean getting there would be fast or easy. She had expected some kind of resistance to their escape, but that didn’t make it any easier whenever Ardainian soldiers stood in their way. Not that those soldiers were a serious threat to a team of Drivers, but Nia was not exactly fighting at her best. She was forced to divide her attention between battling the guards and keeping her overstressed bladder in check. It was a tough balancing act, where focusing too much on one side meant underperforming in battle or another surge of pain from her groin. It took a little bit, but the party eventually arrived at their destination: the armory right next to the ship’s hangar. Against the odds, Nia had managed to make it with hardly a scratch, and completely dry trousers to boot. Told you you could do it, she thought. “Alright, we’re here. Now what?” asked Rex. “Now everyone go through hangar into outside dock, then friends all home free!” Tora raised an ear-wing to the ceiling. The warm optimism Nia felt back in the cell renewed inside her… until she looked over to the corner of the room. “And what are we going to do about the big doors in our way?” “I imagine that’s what this control panel over here is for,” Rex said as he walked over and looked at its many buttons. “Let’s see… here we are! Door controls.” He pushed down on one of the buttons. All eyes turned towards the doors with the expectation that it would swing open. A few seconds later, however, and they still remained closed. “Why door not open, Rex-Rex?” asked Tora. “I don’t know. I’m pressing the right button,” said Rex as he gave it another push, once again with no change in the doors. Seriously? This can’t be happening, Nia thought. A blockade was the last thing she needed to see right now, the subconscious effect on her making the hold on her bladder feel more tenuous than before. “Poppi may have the answer,” said the artificial Blade. She pointed to the tubes and cables running out of the panel and along the wall. “Panel has no power running to it. Need to restore power before doors can open.” Following the trail of cables, Pyra pointed up to an electrical box on the walkway above them. “It looks like we could restore the power from there.” “Oh, but ramp to walkway is raised up!” said Tora, “How do friends get there?” Gramps popped up from Rex’s salvage helmet. “I believe our artificial friend may be able to help us. Can you fly up there with those rockets of yours, Poppi?” “Poppi boosters overheat. Need time to cool down,” she said, slumping forward with a frown. Rex stepped forward, carrying a smile. “Then we’ll just have to find another way upstairs and into the passageway from there.” “Wait, what!?” Nia yelled louder than she meant, making all eyes turn onto her. She blushed and immediately lowered her voice. “Er, isn’t there another way? Surely Pyra can use her powers to blast through that door like she did back on the ancient vessel.” At this, Pyra’s eyes drifted downwards while a hand rested on her plentiful chest. “Well, I would, but it takes a while for me to channel that much power. I was only able to make such a big blast back on the vessel because I had been asleep for so long, I had lots of power to burn.” “Hmm, I believe it would be for the better if we did not make Pyra overexert herself so shortly after she just woke up,” said Gramps. “B-but…” “We don’t have time to look for another answer,” said Rex, already on his way out the door. “Let’s go before they figure out our escape plan.” Before Nia could protest any further, the rest of the party was moving past her and back out the door. Dromarch walked up to her and asked, “Shall we be going, my lady?” Nia sighed and shook her head. “I suppose we don’t have much of a choice,” she said as she took off towards the rest of the gang. Nia had hoped it would not take long to find their way to the armory’s upper level. Unfortunately, their detour ended up taking them through the entirety of the battleship, and quite a few guards as well. The party tried its best to slip past them undetected, but tight corridors and half a dozen Drivers and Blades running about meant fighting was inevitable. And so, Nia found herself once more walking the tightrope between putting up a good fight and not soaking her suit. She did her best to maintain both, but the passing time and energy spent battling were taking their toll. Every step, every dodge, every swing of her blades made her hold on her bladder feel that much weaker. Her moves grew sloppy, with near misses becoming more frequent, only adding to her stress. It was a dangerous feedback loop, and she knew how dangerous and silly it was, but what else could she do given the circumstances? It felt like hours, but it only took a few more minutes for the party to finally reach the walkway with the power box. As they rounded the corner, a sense of elation hit Nia once she saw she was above where they just were. Just a little bit longer, that’s all. “Let Poppi handle the power box,” said Poppi. “Tora will assist Poppi!” He followed right behind her. “Right, I’ll see if I can lower the ramp,” said Rex before turning and heading that way. “Guess that leaves me for guard duty,” said Nia, turning around, wincing again at the urine sloshing about. I need to stop with the sudden movements. At least she didn’t have to worry about making another one for a little bit while she kept watch on the corridor they just came through. However, simply standing around had its disadvantages as well. Without the adrenaline of combat, the painful pressure became more pronounced, and with nobody distracted by a fight, there was little she could do to ease that pressure. The most she risked was wiggling her hips while she leaned on the wall with her arm, biting her lower lip every once in awhile. “Nia?” But even that was too much, it seemed. “Ah! Y-yes?” Nia brought her wiggling to an immediate halt and turned to face Pyra and Dromarch, the two unoccupied Blades. Their eyes felt rather piercing to Nia at that moment as they looked with concerned expressions. “Er, did you guys want something?” A moment passed before Pyra spoke. “Are you feeling okay?” “S-sure, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” “I’ve noticed that your movement in battle is stiffer than usual,” said Dromarch. “Yes, and you’ve had this strained look about you since we got you out of your cell,” said Pyra. Though Nia kept a straight face, she was anything but calm on the inside. Of course her partner in combat would have noticed her underperforming, but someone else’s Blade was catching on too? Things were quickly going from bad to worse for her. She had to soothe their worries, and fast. “Well, of course I’m tense. We’re in the middle of a prison break!” she responded, crossing her arms. “We all are, but sometimes it looks like you’re almost in pain when you’re fighting,” said Pyra. “My lady, have they possibly done anything to you while we were separated?” asked Dromarch. “They’ve done nothing of the sort. I’ve just been sitting in my cell ever since the interrogation.” Nia paused to sigh. “Look, I promise the both of you, as soon as we’re out of here, I’ll let you know what’s going on. I just really need to stay focused right now.” Despite her words, Dromarch and Pyra continued to stare at Nia with no change in their looks. Come on, quit looking at me. I can’t stand still like this for much longer! “My lady…” began Dromarch. “Power to door controls is restored!” declared Poppi. “I’ve got the ramp down, too!” said Rex. Finally! “Then what are we waiting for?” asked a smiling Nia, already heading towards the ramp. “Let’s get moving!” She did not see Dromarch and Pyra exchange worried looks, but she would not have cared even if she had. Freedom was near, and with that, the opportunity to squat and let loose the longest, most satisfying pee of her life. Nothing else mattered more in those moments. Nia stood by the armory doors, practically jumping in place with both excitement and the urge to pee, while Rex went for the control panel Just as she had hoped, the doors pulled apart this time, and the group quickly ran into the hangar, their goal being the bay doors leading into the Torigoth relay base. “Not much further to exit!” said Tora. “Not so fast, my dear intruders!” Oh come on, what now!? Nia felt her whole body grow more tense than ever. The hangar gates opened, and in walked Consul Dughall of Mor Ardain, along with his massive Blade. “Letting a terrorist from Torna out of my grasp would make me look very bad indeed,” he said while bringing his goofy waddling to a stop. Whatever he had to say next, Nia did not care in the slightest. All she could focus on was her aching bladder practically screaming in protest at yet another obstacle in her quest for relief. She had no time for any posturing this windbag had to make. “Sorry, pal, but you’ve done all the capturing you’re gonna do today,” Nia said while she drew her weapons. “Such impertinence for a dirty terrorist,” said Dughall. “Let’s go, Pyra!” said Rex, pulling out his sword. “On it!” Thus began their fight against Dughall. For as silly and harmless as he looked, the Consul put up a solid fight against the party, mostly because of his large Blade; as soon as any attacks got too close to Dughall, he would run and hide behind the Blade, letting it take all the hits while he stayed out of harm’s way. Such cowardice only angered Nia further. Making one’s Blade endure all the pain instead of fighting like a proper warrior was low in itself, but it also made the fight drag out for even longer, eating up what precious little time she had left to avoid an accident. “Get out here, you bloody coward!” she yelled, swinging her ring-blade towards Dughall, only for the Blade to block with its spear. “I don’t take orders from terrorists!” he retorted from behind the safety of his guard. The Blade did not talk, instead swinging its lance outwards to throw Nia off. She flew through the air from the Blade’s side at a dangerous speed, something that would have spelled a nasty tumble if not for her quick reflexes. Right before hitting the ground, she managed to right herself, skidding on her feet and hands a few meters as she touched the floor. “Nngh…” she groaned as she stood upright. She might have avoided taking a serious hit, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful regardless. “Gah!?” But soon, something other than pain registered in her mind. A wet warmth graced her sensitive regions, forcing her eyes wide open and legs closed tight. That swing had forced her attention off her bladder for an instant too long, allowing a dribble to escape into her knickers. It was not enough to seep into her outerwear for the moment, but even that little bit was too much in her books. “My lady! Are you alright?” Dromarch ran to her side. “I’m fine,” Nia replied through her teeth. “But we need to take this windbag down right now.” “I understand, but we must be patient,” said Dromarch, watching Dughall’s Blade swinging at Rex and Tora. “We need only wait for an opening and-” “There’s the opening! Now!” Nia wasted no time in running around to Dughall’s back while he was distracted. She knew it was a bit reckless, but it was not like she had any choice with her holding strength hanging by a thread. Nia stopped in her tracks as soon as she got within range for what she was planning. Hearing Dromarch’s paws hitting the floor as he ran up behind her, Nia backflipped onto his back as Dromarch opened his maw as wide as he could. “Dark Maelstrom!” They yelled together as a powerful blast of water and ether erupted from Dromarch, catching Dughall square in the middle, his screaming barely audible above the rushing waves. Meanwhile, Nia tossed her ringblades through the blast, empowering them with an extra dosing of ether before they struck the consul. She then jumped into the air as her weapons flew back, catching them and delivering one last powerful slash. The chaos in the hangar fell into silence as Dughall’s Blade came to a halt and fell over with a loud crash. Dughall himself swayed about, barely able to stay upright and conscious after receiving such a battering. “How? A mangy fleabag and a bunch of stinking kids…” mumbled Dughall. “My triumphant return… to Mor Ardain… with the Aegis…” was all he could manage before falling to the ground defeated. “Out like a light,” said Gramps. “That’s what he gets for trying to execute Nia,” declared Rex. “Wait, everyone!” said Dromarch, looking over towards Nia. “We might have a problem.” The entire group turned its attention towards Nia, who did not look a good sight. No longer standing upright, she was practically trembling in place with a noticeable shine of sweat on her brow. “Are you okay, Nia?” asked Pyra, “Were you hurt in that fight?” “I-I’m fine, guys!” Nia forced out. “W-we just need to g-get off this ship before-ooohh!” Despite Nia saying otherwise, there was no hiding the pain she felt from another powerful shockwave coming from her bladder. Everyone could see her closed eye, grit teeth, pressed legs, and white-knuckle grip on her blades. “Nia!” yelled Rex as the party gathered around her, all wearing worried faces. Stop worrying about me and get moving! That’s what Nia wanted to say, anything to get them to back off, but she had to wait until this pain passed first. Just as quickly as it had happened, the shockwave ended, and Nia opened her mouth to speak. However, no words made their way out; instead, she let out a wide-eyed gasp as a far worse feeling soon replaced the pain. The wet heat at her groin had returned, much stronger than the last spurt. The dampness in her underwear turned into a full soaking as it now stuck to her crotch, the urine passing through it with ease. A dark spot formed on her suit, growing up and around her crotch and butt until it spread down her legs and into her boots. “No no no no no no!” Nia whispered, trying her absolute hardest to make the flow stop despite the damage it had already done. It was no use; her holding muscles had given out, and no amount of begging or effort would halt the ever-growing flow. She was wetting herself now; the only thing within her power was to stare in horror at her friends as the undeniable truth hit them. “What in the…!?” said Rex, reeling back in shock. “Oh no!” Pyra put her hands to her mouth. “Er, were we a bit too slow in our escape?” asked Gramps. Poppi tilted her head. “Poppi confused, Masterpon. Is Nia suffering from coolant leak?” “Nia have leaky-leak, but that definitely not coolant,” said Tora. “Oh,” Poppi’s eyes lit up. “Do you mean she is-” “S-s-shut it, all of you! Q-quit looking at me!” yelled Nia, her face turning as red as Pyra’s hair. She put her hands in front of her groin, but little could be hidden at that point. By now, several drops and broken streams spilled out of her outfit, making a clear tinkling noise against the steel floor. A hissing sound also came from her body, far different from the intimidating hiss she would make with her mouth. Rather than heed her advice, Dromarch walked up and looked with sympathetic eyes. “Forgive me, My Lady, but why did you not let us know of this sooner?” “We’re in the m-middle of an escape, that’s why! I couldn’t exactly p-put that on hold to visit the loo!” She could feel the corners of her eyes growing damp. “But… we were worried that something was really wrong with you,” said Pyra. Rex nodded. “Yeah, just a little heads up would’ve been fine. And if it was slowing you down so much, then you could’ve, you know, handled it while Poppi was fiddling with the door controls.” “W-what!?” Nia balked. “You mean just s-squat and piss in front of you all!?” That sounds even worse than wetting myself! Gramps leapt up and smacked Rex in the back of his head. “You really must learn to better speak to a lady, Rex.” “Ow!” Rex rubbed his head. “Well, not in front of us! I meant like behind a corner or something.” Pyra stepped forward with her hands together. “Um, I would’ve stood guard for you if you needed me to, Nia.” “Poppi make good bodyguard and privacy protector, too!” declared Poppi, her arms flapping against her sides. “R-really?” Hearing those words caused the anger in Nia to fade away, being replaced with a warmth in her heart. Unfortunately, it only reminded her of the warmth on her legs, feet, and groin. She looked down at her soaked uniform with a grimace, her ears going flat against her head. Seeing the dark patches continuing to spread out while a puddle steadily formed around her feet only made the sensations feel that much worse. “Well, w-wish I had known that b-before,” Nia said, her voice choking up and vision getting blurry with water. “My Lady, please don’t be so hard on yourself,” said Dromarch, “This unfortunate moment does not diminish my perception of you. I am just happy that you are safe and sound again.” It took a great deal of effort, but Nia turned her gaze towards Dromarch’s caring, blue eyes. “Th-thank you, Dromarch,” she said with a sniff, getting a noseful of the stench of her urine. “But, I don’t know h-how I’m going to get over this.” “If it means anything,” said Pyra, “I still think you’re a strong fighter no matter what, and I won’t say a word of this to anyone if you don’t want me to.” “Tora not say anything mean, either!” The normally-energetic nopon rubbed his head with his wing-hand. “Tora, er, can sympathize with Nia on this.” “Reminder set to change Masterpon’s bedsheets,” Poppi declared. “Meh-meh-meh!?” A patch of red instantly appeared on Tora’s cheeks. “Oops.” Poppi glanced away. “Poppi need to work on secret-keeping protocols.” Nia looked around at all of her comrades’ understanding and compassionate expressions. She had expected a smattering of mockery, ridicule, and bullying from soaking her outfit, but received nothing but kindness. What she had done to deserve the friendship of such company, she might never know. “And… what about you?” Nia turned to Rex, “Not going to call me a s-stupid little girl or something?” Rex shook his head. “Nah. That might’ve been the smartest thing you could’ve done about it, honestly.” “W-what?” For a moment, Nia completely forgot about the fact that was she was currently peeing her pants. “Little-known advice for salvaging: if you’re under the cloud sea and you really gotta go, it’s better to just hose your trousers and move on. That way, it’s not slowing you down, and you don’t end up hurting yourself.” “Really now?” That can’t be an actual thing, no way. “I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?” Even during one of the most humiliating moments of her life, Nia found Rex’s smile a bit contagious, as the corners of her lips slowly pulled upwards. “Are you feeling better now, my Lady?” asked Dromarch. “A... little bit.” Nia wiped her tears with her sleeve. “Tora bet it feel good to not have so much wee-wee in body anymore,” said Tora. Nia had to admit, Tora wasn’t wrong. She may have hosed herself rather badly, but at least that awful pressure was finally gone, the last of it dribbling into her saturated outfit in that moment. Rex might have been onto something about it not being in her way, at least. “Y-yeah, it does,” Nia said, her smile growing into a smirk. “And now I know that if Rex was the one locked up, he’d have pissed his pants a lot sooner than I did.” “Er, well…” Rex glanced over at Pyra. “I would’ve just gone in the corner or something.” Pyra merely tilted her head in response, as if to ask Rex why he was looking at her. Gramps cleared his throat just then. “I believe we’ve dilly-dallyed here long enough. We should leave before more reinforcements arrive.” “Oh, y-yeah, we were escaping,” said Nia, looking over to the hangar door now open. “Let’s go. The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can get cleaned up.” The party all nodded before heading out through the hangar doors. Nia cringed as soon as she took her first step out of her puddle. Her pants and socks clung to her legs and feet, already growing into an uncomfortably wet cold, and she felt a gross squish in her boots with every step. If this is what salvagers have to put up with, I’d rather stay a Driver, she thought while a shudder ran down her spine. The morning sun greeted the party as they reached the base’s dock, the entrance lying just before them. At long last, Nia’s freedom was just a short walk away, then she could find a river to wash up and clean her clothes in, putting this nightmare behind her for good. But of course, there had to be yet another obstacle in her way. A roar of blue flames flared up out of nowhere, blocking the gate before they could cross it. Two figures stepped through the fires, carrying a great deal of authority and intimidation in their walk. “I don’t know why I expected Dughall to slow you down at all,” said Special Inquisitor Mòrag in a calm voice befitting a military professional. Meanwhile, only stood behind her, quiet but ready to strike at a moment’s notice. “It’s her!” Rex yelled at Brighid “And with her Driver too, this time,” said Nia, already feeling anger welling up inside her. “So they were waiting for us,” said Pyra. “Yes, indeed,” said Gramps. “I did feel like we got away a little too easily.” Nia had a few questions in mind for the Inquisitor, but her temper made her pick the one that mattered the most to her in that moment. “Oi, you!” she shouted, stepping forward with her legs out and revealing her accident for the whole world to see. “What kind of two-bit inquisitor locks someone away without even giving them a pot to piss in?” Mòrag directed her focus towards Nia, specifically to her legs. “Did you… wet yourself?” she asked, eyebrow raised in genuine surprise. “No thanks to you!” Nia bared her fangs. For a moment, the stoic and calculating Inquisitor seemed at a loss for words. “My apologies. I had no idea you had been mistreated as such. I shall see to it that Dughall and the guards are reprimanded for this.” An apology from Mòrag the Flamebringer herself? Now Nia found herself unable to think of anything to say. “Y-yeah, well at least you have some sense, I suppose,” she replied, crossing her arms and looking away. “I will also personally ensure there will be a chamber pot in your cell once I have returned you there.” Mòrag swung her whip swords, launching them out to the sides to show that she meant business. Nia responded in kind, pulling out her blades and getting into a fighting stance. “Sorry, but after my treatment last time, I don’t feel much like paying it a second visit.” “Guess we’ll have to leave the questions for later,” said Rex as he and the rest of the party drew their weapons. “That’s just fine by me,” said Nia. Perhaps she would regret not getting any info out of Mòrag later, but right now, she just wanted something to take her anger out upon. She hoped that the Inquisitor had said her morning prayers already, because she was about to deal with one pissed catgirl. (A/N: Merry Christmas! I knew I needed to do at least something for the holidays, hopefully freshening up an older story will suffice. Sadly, my writing drive has vanished on me again, and I am not sure when or if it will return. We'll just have to wait and see as we finally put a long and difficult year behind us for good. Good luck to everyone in 2021!)
  12. glitterpeach

    36327

    From the album: Glitterpeach Art

    © glitterpeach

  13. (This post is a modification of the old commission post) Commissions (I'm sorry if I don't write well at all, my language is not English, it is Spanish) Hello everyone, I have been visiting this page for a long time, but it was only a few months ago that I decided to open an account. I am new to commissions but I want to get started (After all I need a job). I stopped drawing a long time ago and recently I have resumed it, however it is the first time that I draw omorashi related drawings. You can contact me by email: [email protected] there we can talk until we reach an agreement What i will need You can tell me about the characteristics of the character, you can also send me a reference image if you want me to have a specific pose. The Sketches, Lineart, Base color and Full color will be digital. In general I do not draw backgrounds but if they do they will not be very complex, the same with clothes. I will also need your paypal email to send the payment requests once the job is accepted. Payment The drawings will be digital and payments will be received by paypal or payeer. Paypal: I will send a request for payment of 50% + the amount of the commission charged by paypal (5.4% + 0.30) once I start drawing, then I will send it with a watermark and in low resolution, when I have the Another half of the payment will send the finished art without watermark and high resolution. Payeer: If you want to pay me by this payment processor, I will provide you with my account number, the rest will be done as Paypal, charging 50% before starting the work and the other 50% after finishing (No returns will be made if you are unsatisfied with the drawing so please check the art on my drawings before making a request) The delivery of the drawings will depend on the complexity of the same, so I will keep you informed through the message of the time it will take. The finished drawings will be published here and I will reserve their copyright. Once the delivery is received, you cannot: Delete my signature sell it for profit Make her look like yours. Prices Sketch: 3$ with Background: 5$ Lineart: 8$ with Background: 10$ Color: 15$ with Background: 20$ Full color: 25$ with Background: 35$ What I will do Sofcore Naked or semi-nude bondage Tickle Spanking Trap and tomgirl Loli Furry only if her face and body is human (I'm not good at drawing animal faces) What i won't do Hardcore Male Futanari Diaper Threw up Blood Scat rape Snuff (I can reject anything else that doesn't make me feel comfortable) That's it, if you have any request or question please feel free to ask Examples of drawings Example with background:
  14. This is a catgirl. I made her up and drew these cute pics of her (pose, squirming, and wet). How'd I do? BTW I'm taking name requests for her!
  15. This isn't my usual style - I don't usually go for fantasy - but I thought it might be interesting to do something like this after seeing this cute artwork. Also maybe to reach out to a different audience. I thought it would be interesting to go with the cat-people culture as being far more socially reserved and technologically advanced than ours, rather than more "wild" as described in the artwork; for instance, they don't use litter trays here. See what you think. ***** Lana Nyala was easily the prettiest lady she knew. It wasn't even close. Thanks to genetic luck and a little exercise, she had a perfect face and body, and her smooth orange hair flowed round her pointy ears down to her shoulders. Her tail, modestly curled up under her skirt as should be the case for any proper lady, was orange and white striped, though none of her male colleagues, who gazed so longingly at her, had ever seen it. She was saving herself for marriage, and she had yet to find the right gentleman for her. Today, she was excited to be starting work at the new top secret facility - a facility which was exploring the possibility of interdimensional wormholes. Of course, this was in a very junior role, but to be participating in such a project at all was an honour - an honour only earned by her perfect exam grades, in which she graduated top of her class. Only the best of the best could work here, and she was one of them. As she was escorted through the gates of the facility, her excitement was tempered by her intense urge to urinate. To ensure she was alert for the job, she had drunk a large quantity of coffee, and there had been bad traffic on the way there - hardly ideal circumstances for her bladder. Formally dressed in a blue, knee-length A-line skirt and white blouse with knee socks and flat shoes, the standard dress for professional ladies, she certainly looked the part, but was increasingly worried that her bladder would betray her professionalism. The lack of any visible toilets on the way in made her even more concerned. There was no way she could hold it all day. What if she...it didn't bear thinking about. "Good morning, madam," said the site administrator, clearly taken aback by her sheer beauty. Catmen, unlike their female counterparts, wore trousers which had a third closed "leg" for the tail - a garment which always struck Lana as far more complicated than simply tucking it under a skirt. She was glad she only had to deal with the simpler female dress code - especially when she was desperate for the toilet. Hitching up a skirt was easy, but she could only imagine the embarrassing situations which occurred when a gentleman drank too much alcohol and had to undo the flies of his trousers in a hurry. "Good morning, sir" she said, bowing in deference as she rubbed her legs together under her skirt. "Um, would you mind if I ask where the toilets are? I got stuck in traffic on the way here, and...you know..." She put her hand over her bladder to prove her point. "Toilets are down that corridor," he said, gesticulating briefly. "Then turn left, then right..." Lana winced at the thought of the painfully long walk. "That's a long way," she said. "Yes, it is," said the administrator. "A plumber is working to fix the ladies' room at the moment, so you'll have to use the other toilets over there." "OK, thanks," she said. "I'll be back." Looking thoroughly adorable, she trotted down the corridor, still resting her hand on her bladder to ease the pain a little. Left, then right...she really hoped it wasn't too far. She hadn't leaked a drop yet, but, if she did, it would leave a humiliating drip on the floor - since catwomen, owing to their tucked tails making such garments impractical, did not wear knickers. This, of course, made using the toilet in a hurry an awful lot easier, and, in the event of an accident, did make it possible to manage it without even wetting one's clothing - providing that the urine didn't touch the socks. However, it did make encounters with the wind potentially humiliating, which is why almost all skirts, including all of Lana's, had weights sewn into the hem. Lana breathed and tried to keep calm as she paced along the corridor. It was going to be OK. She was going to make it. She'd have her wee, and then carry on with her day. Finally, she saw the toilet. It was such relief...relief to the point where she almost started to wee. Clenching every muscle she had, she squealed in pain as she bent over, pressing her legs together to try to stop a leak. She managed it. Composing herself again, she walked on to the toilet, and pulled on the door handle. It was occupied. "Fuck," she said, blushing at the extremely unladylike language. She felt so ashamed to have said something so filthy, but this situation was so painful she was simply unable to maintain her composure any longer. Where was she going to go? She strongly suspected the answer was "in her skirt", but she certainly didn't want it to be so. "Um, hey, you in there," she said, banging on the door. "Can you hurry up, please? It's an emergency." "Sorry, I'm constipated," came the voice from inside. "I'll be here for a few more minutes." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, no..." said Lana, not even caring about her language anymore. She was potty dancing on the spot. She wasn't going to be able to make it to another toilet, but she couldn't just wee herself in the corridor in front of everyone. She realised the only way she could possibly save a shred of dignity would be to go into one of the side rooms and have her accident there instead; after all, if she spread her legs, her skirt hopefully wouldn't get wet, and she could blame in on split ammonia... She opened the door of the next room on from the toilet and stepped inside, neglecting to notice the "WARNING: DO NOT ENTER UNLESS AUTHORISED" sign above it. The first thing Lana noticed on stepping through the portal was that this was not a quiet, secluded room where she could wee herself in peace. This was, in fact, a busy street in a large city, and a large city inhabited by people unlike any she had seen before. They had strange, naked ears on the sides of their heads, and none of the men seemed to have tails; some of the women were wearing trousers, and had no visible tails either! The overwhelming shock of the whole situation simply made her lose control of her bladder on the spot. There she was, aspiring young scientist and beauty queen, pissing herself in public like a little girl. Urine cascaded down her legs, soaking her socks down to her shoes. Blushing scarlet, she looked down at the pool growing around her feet. To wet oneself in public as a proper lady was a humiliation words could not express; many a pretty lady had not quite made it to the toilet in time at home, but for it to happen on a crowded street, much less one filled with strange people, was another question entirely. She looked behind her. She couldn't see whatever portal she had come through; the street was much the same behind her as in front. Looking back in front of her, a strange man approached her. He was physically strong, with visibly toned muscles, and, though his ears were as bizarre as everyone else's, Lana knew he was handsome - at least by her standards. To be standing in a puddle of her own urine was not the situation she wanted to meet a potential suitor in. He said something in a language she couldn't understand. Her heart sank even more. She was lost in another dimension, her socks were soaked, and she couldn't even speak the language. On the plus side, her weighted skirt hem was saving her a little extra embarrassment; she noticed the wind lifting one unfortunate young lady's skirt up to her shoulders. She must be a prostitute, she thought; only they would be so vulgar as to wear a skirt that blew up to titillate their clients. "Um...do you speak Modern Standard?" Lana said, knowing it was almost certainly in vain. His blank face said everything. "Fucking hell," she said, not caring the slightest about her language anymore. "I come from a different country...I..." Tears came to her eyes. He appeared sympathetic, and slowly moved towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Lana knew to be very careful around strange gentlemen, but she didn't want to push away someone who seemed kind. He said something else in his strange language. Lana shrugged to try to indicate that she didn't understand. He seemed to realise that she didn't share his language. Nonetheless, he took her hand. Knowing what an utterly stupid idea this was, she walked along with him. The energy pistol she wore in a garter holster under her skirt, which she had used on 2 occasions to protect herself and her dignity, would be her last resort if anything bad did happen. But, so far, he seemed kind. She would just turn down any alcoholic drinks he offered her. Her wet socks squelched in her shoes as she walked along the street. Her urine-streaked legs, along with her conspicuous ears, drew the attention of children, who pointed and laughed at her. Everyone had these bizarre naked ears. What were these people? At length, they came to what was presumably the door to his apartment. She figured that a sexual assault was probably imminent when they got in, but, frankly, she was willing to take the risk for the chance of a shower and getting out of her soaked socks; even her skirt was rather damp from blowing against her wet legs. After a ride in a clunky elevator, they arrived at his front door. He unlocked it, and led her in. She took a deep breath, worrying if he'd pull a weapon once the door was closed. But he didn't. He indicated the direction of the bathroom, and she entered. There was a shower. Looking at his trousers, she did notice a rather suspicious bulge, but she could hardly blame him for getting a little excited, especially given the titillating indignity of her accident. She pointed out of the room to order him out of it, then, once the door was closed, stripped off her clothes, and got into the shower, putting her holstered pistol down behind her in case he did turn violent. Her foot, wet with urine, slipped, causing her to fall on her bottom with a loud thud and a squeak of pain. The door opened, and the gentleman looked in, visibly taken aback at her tail, so shamefully exposed. She blushed and desperately tried to close her legs and cover it. These were depths of humiliation she had never sunk to in her life. With his trousers still clearly bulging, he walked over to her and helped her to her feet. He ran the shower warm, then held her hand as she stood under it. To be naked in front of a strange gentleman was just disgraceful beyond belief. But no one from home could see her here. What if...she was naughty? What if...she let herself have some fun? It wasn't like she could get much more degraded; she might as well have some fun with it. It was just so absolutely, utterly inappropriate, she was already getting aroused by the idea. She gave him a seductive look, and gently touched his crotch with her hand. He smiled, and slowly undid his flies. His cock wasn't so different from those of catmen, she noticed; this would be no different than regular procreation, not that she had ever experienced it. He removed his clothes entirely, then went to fetch a strange rubber sheath and rolled it on his penis. What was that? She assumed it was some kind of primitive contraceptive; she, like all ladies, took contraceptive pills to ease periods, but there had been a time in history when this was not the case. Ready for love, he stepped into the shower alongside her and embraced her close. She clung to him, feeling his muscles tense. She felt as her virginity was taken, gasping from the shameful pleasure of it. She was coming close to orgasm already...the disgrace was turning her on faster than any fantasy she had while masturbating had. Moaning in pleasure, she succumbed to her base urges at last. Soon after, she felt him come, too. As far as first times went, it was definitely a fun experience. And no one back home would know what happened. But how would she get back home at all? ***** I'll carry on with this later if you liked it.
  16. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 021

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the request I did for @Jimmy Olsen featuring his OC, Ruri, in a scene from Ruri's Manners! Give it a read! I love the idea of a catgirl busting to pee and yet not knowing that relief is just feet away from her in the form of that strange, porcelain chair!
  17. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 014

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This is the request I did for @EtchyFox featuring her OC, Lucky (the star of her game, Audition)!
  18. EtchyFox

    Audition

    Version 1.0.1

    276 downloads

    Hello and thank you for considering downloading Lucky's first adventure! This game follows Lucky through her practical examination into the best Magiacademy in the nation. It's full of puzzles, dialog and a very wet and unLucky kitty. The game has a single run play through time of roughly 1:20, however it is literally impossible to see everything in one run through. Features: 1 Adorably shy and sassy catgirl~ 21 Achievements Hundreds of lines of dialog So many puzzles... Loads of desperation reactive scenarios~ 3 after credits scenes~ I hope you all can treat yourselves to this game for roughly the price of a large candy bar! Good luck and...try to be nice to Lucky... She is sensitive... Go here if you want to get to know the character a bit before purchasing the game! For those interested in following the sequel as it develops please go here!
    $2.99
  19. Someone who's played Suikoden IV will have to fill in for me here.

    © Anba no Nobu

  20. Someone who's played Suikoden IV will have to fill in for me here.

    © Anba no Nobu

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