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  1. Hello everyone, I've once again reached that point in my fanfiction career where I have tons of ideas to write, but no clue which one to do first. For this year's story selections, I've decided to mix some of my own original ideas with that of stories based on artwork and other people's suggestions to bring more of the OmoOrg community into the mix. If you participated in last year's vote, it's much the same here: The two stories with the most votes will be my next projects. The others maybe-possibly-but-not-likely will be written at some point. This time, however, I'm allowing multiple-choice voting. I only ask that you do not vote for more than three stories maximum in order to prevent your vote from being too diluted. The poll will be closed either in about five days from now, or if this thread goes straight into the abyss of the forum pages, whichever comes first. I'll leave you all to it, now. Make your horny little voices heard!
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  3. A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting. ————— Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  4. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  5. Considering XenoVerse, the DBZ Movies, DBGT, & Super DB Heroes exist I think I can experiment more around that area than with the Main Continuity especially adding my own scenarios. So the question is should I or should I not do a continuation to "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles"? I ask because I haven't wrote a New Story in a long time unless I should without any answers but I actually like having discussions. I also confirm that I won't be doing a continuation to "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" since I used the Main Continuity for it. What upcoming stories should I do? More Pan & Bulla? Towa? Zangya in Hell? Let me know what you people are thinking. NOTE: I think using the Fiction/FanFiction is best suited for this topic to be here since I am talking about FanFiction.
  6. Title: Let Go Rating: Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though. Type: Yaoi Pairings: Elricest Warnings: Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation, incest. A/N: Written for a prompt at the LiveJournal FMA kink meme. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ Alphonse bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak and-- “Damnit,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll over. Even if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al should have woken up sooner, and not just on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his brother--his brother and his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse. Alphonse mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the ground, maybe. Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment, probably. Making the slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most definitely not. Once Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right there. But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake. Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in pain. “No, no!” he hissed, panting. After a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't leaked at all--thank God, he'd never forgive himself--, but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all. So, he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the bathroom was still right there. It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a few steps and he'd be-- Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt, metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug. “You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.” Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine. “I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said. “Why're you up?” Edward asked. He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft, short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions. “A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it. Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. It had been ages since he'd had any real fun with his little brother. “How badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his question, but he wanted to hear it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed words. “B-Brother, please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were younger. Nothing good or fun had ever happened to him when Ed got like that... “Does it hurt?” Edward wasn't going to make this easy... Could he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process? Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold around his abdomen. “It's nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last night. You must be so... close...” he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so amazing, the relief, but he couldn't, especially not with Edward right behind him. “E-Ed, Edward... Please, just let me... Right there,” Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a little louder this time, but no less weak or strained. For a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets. “Please, don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything to help now. Ed's fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly, his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact that he could see the bathroom, could see the toilet through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and desperation. It was maddening. “I wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away, will it all just come out?” That made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified. “I bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.” “N-No, I will, just let me go!” Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now. After one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in there, but it was hard to tell. Al was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think about it. Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine. Suddenly, Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker, slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out. Moments later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused by what he'd just seen. With a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He was going to get back at him for that; in bed. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ My first and only attempt at writing omorashi outside of some RP. I wrote this back in April 2010, so it's kinda old. /o\ Hope you guys like it~ Comments are love! :D ♥
  7. In a parallel universe where crazy events occur in the Dragon Ball Timeline, our android heroine Nico is sent to the time when Frieza has called the Ginyu Force to execute Vegeta, Krillin, & Gohan except that Towa decided to manipulate Ginyu's mind to switch bodies with Frieza instead of Goku to cause a huge change in time. Nico is in a hurry to restore the Time Event but Nico is in a Desperate Situation of her own...... [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: You gotta find a way to fix this Time Event or else everything will go wrong Nico Nico: Understood but...*blushes* [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: But what? Nico: Mmm... never mind I'll be sure to accomplish my mission but if things get more messy send in Beat & the others [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Roger that! Nico: *Holds groin & blushes* Ugh, I need to find somewhere to release my fluids called urine! *Looks at destination far away* *Far Distance* Frieza (Ginyu): Hand over the Dragon Balls Vegeta or else I, Captain Ginyu, will use Frieza's Might on you! *Far Distance* Vegeta: I can't believe this, this is a nightmare! Fine here you go! *shivers* *Far Distance* Krillin: Woah usually I say crap like that! *shivers* *Far Distance* [Kid] Gohan: Vegeta is right, this is a nightmare. Krillin let's do what this guy says! *shivers* Nico *Being Desperate*: God dang it! *looks around quickly* Ah ha! I'll go there then sneak them by surprise afterwards. (Nico fly's straight near by the destination) Nico: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Nico: *spreads legs & lifts up skirt* No time to pull down my red panties, this is an emergency! [Kid] Gohan: *shivers* (Hmm? Was that a voice I heard nearby?) Recoome: Hey pipsqueak keep handing over the Dragon Balls Nico: *starts peeing through her red panties like a Water Drinking Fountain* *Her eyes go blank temporarily & is in 'aw' (makes a somewhat Orgasm Face)* Oh yes this feels wonderful! *continues peeing* Recoome: *sniffs* Hey did one of you little pipsqueaks wet yourselves *laughs* Krillin & [Kid] Gohan: None of us did you oof!!! Recoome: *sniff* well my nose doesn't lie so someone must have Nico: *continues peeing* *still making that Orgasm-like Face expression* Oh god why does me peeing like this feel so sensational! Recoome: Not sure if it's me or I heard a voice it must be coming from over there Burter: Then go check it out (Recoome walks towards Nico's position where she is making loud noises) Recoome: Huh? Who are you!? Nico: *Turns around* Uh... *stops peeing then blushes then makes an angry face* You pervert! (strikes an uppercut kick towards Recoome's Head) (Vegeta & the Earthlings and the Ginyu Force see's Nico in broad daylight) Nico: Um.... *turns on intercom* Trunks, send in Beat & the others asap! [Xeno] Future Trunks *on intercom*: Really now!? What happened!? Nico: Let's say my plan for this mission didn't go as planned [Xeno] Future Trunks: Understood, help is on the way! Beat & other Time Patrollers are now being sent to Nico's Location to complete the mission, later on the mission turned out to be a success thanks to Beat & Nico's team effort.
  8. Since I haven't seen any fortnite fanfics here yet, I decided to write one since I have been playing it non stop. If you guys have any ideas for this story on how to make it better, let me know. I'll add more characters as the story goes on. Tell me who do you guys want to see next. Characters: 1)Zoey (same name) 2)Sparkle Specialist(Sam) 3)Brite Bomber(Bea) 4)Cuddle team Leader(Cath) Introduction Squad games in near the end of the season with the next one around the corner, players are all trying to rack up kills and victory royales before the season closes. With the continuous nerf to shotguns, smgs have become a bit powerful and reliable during matches. There has also been rumors spreading around that something changed with the Shields;small, large, slurp juice and chug jugs, but it is confirmed that they still give the same amount. But it is still a mystery, what is new with the Shields. Scene 1 As the Battle bus prepares to leave spawn island, players are shooting each other, dancing and planning out thier tactics for the first part of the game. Zoey: Victory Royale number 4 here we come. So what's the plan? Bea:The bus is going from risky reels first, then tomato town, over dusty divot, factories 2.0, and finally flush factory. Let's play it safe and go to retail row once the bus is over dusty. Cath: Seriously? Retail Row? C'mon, lets go to tilted towers. Lots of noobs to send back to the lobby and a ton of loot to grab. Sam:I disagree. Remember the second game when we went tilted? You got knocked by a noob with a grey silenced smg. Your lucky Zoey was there with a SCAR. Cath:My pump was dealing only 9 damage it wasn't my fault. Plus he had full Shields. Bea:Enough! Cath it's to dangerous to go to tilted in this game. Since there is a challenge to eliminate 10 players there, I feel half the people in the game are going there, considering the fact that there are a lot of Battle pass owners here. It's decided, retail row it is. Cath:Fine. But if any of you see a SCAR it's mine. Zoey:Fine by me. I've been doing great with the FAMAS recently. Scene 2 The squad jumps out the bus once over the divot, as predicted by Bea,nearly half the players are at tilted towers right now. As the squad heads to retail, they spot another team of default skins landing with them. But being the skilled players they are, they eliminated them easily. Cath:What a bunch of noobs. They got killed by my SCAR easily. Sam:Yeah, that's because you killed them after we took most of their Shields and health away. Plus you stole that scare while I was looting. Bea:Would the both of you stop bickering. Please. Grab the weapons you need, the meds you can take and drink all the Shields you have. The next circle is near salty springs. I expect another team to come out of the divot before we get there so be ready. They all drank their small and large Shields, nothing out of the ordinary. But Zoey's shield potion looks different. It has some yellowish color mixed with blue. Zoey:Guys, does this shield look odd to you guys? Cath:Looks the same to me. Stop whining and drink up already. The storm is already on it's way. Zoey listening to what Cath said and ignoring the yellowish color, she drank her Shields as quickly as she can and followed the rest of her team. But at the bottom of the empty shield container says heavy Shields, offers more protection with side effects. As expected, two teams were fighting outside of the divot. And they took advantage and eliminated them and got their loot. Bea:Grab what you can carry, the storm is coming. Scene 3 After narrowly escaping the storm and the enemy teams, they managed to arrive at salty springs where they managed to eliminate all the players there who are weak from previous fights and those who escaped the storm. Bea: We can heal up for now. The next zone isn't that far, just south from here near fatal fields. Sam:Nice job Zoey. 6 kills already. You're getting better and better. Zoey:Thanks. I've been working on my aim for a while now all the hard work has payed off. They headed to fatal fields as the last few seconds ticked before the storm moves again. While farming for materials, Zoey started to feel something weird happening to her. Her body is telling her something is wrong but she doesn't know what. Bea:Zoey, are you good? Do you need any help or something? Zoey:No I'm fine. Just need to catch my breath. That other team got me working out. I used half of my materials in that build fight. Sam:Just be careful ok. I got a medkot and some mini Shields of you get shot or something. Cath:Heads up! Squad of 3 coming from the south. Get ready, the're a group of black knights. Be careful, these guys are good. Nearly suriving the Battle, the squad quickly heals up before the storm come near them. The final circle is located my moisty mire. Sam:2 teams left. Let's head to the zone and build a fort there. We can take them on if we got the high ground on them. Bea: then we have to move now. We can launch pad to moisty. It'll save us half the time. Plus we can see if there is another team there already. Scene 4 With being the first team to reach moisty mire, they made a fort in order to get the high ground on the opposing teams. While the squad is preparing for the remaining teams,Zoey on the other hand is distracted by the flowing water in moisty. She starts fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable in her situation. Sam:You need any help? Zoey:No I'm fine Sam. I just haven't got a kill since we left fatal fields. I almost got knocked when I charged that one knight with the shotgun. Sam:It's not your fault. You know they have been nerfing shotguns for the last couple of weeks. Just be careful okay. Bea:Here they come. A full team coming from North, a team of 3 coming from fatal fields. The team coming from fatal we're easily taken care of since most of them are noobs. The team from the north ate challenging though. A massive build fight occurred before the final circle closes. The rest of the enemy team were eliminated. It was Zoey vs a Havoc at the top of the structure. Just as she was about to finish Havoc off, she felt something in her abdomen, specifically her bladder. At that moment she froze and got knocked by havoc with a shotgun. At that moment, Zoey felt something come out if her. It was wet, and hot. More and more started to come out when havoc was hitting her with the harvesting tool. Zoey then realized that she needed to pee, and she was frozen in fear with little health remaining. Luckily Sam was able to finish Havoc of with her Heavy Shotgun. Sam:Zoey, you alright? What happened? Cath:She choked. That's what happened. Zoey:No. I felt something. Something is odd. This has never happened to me before. Cath:Admit it. You just can't handle high pressure build fights. Bea:That's enough. We can talk about this in the lobby. Zoey was trying to hide the fact the real reason she choked was because she was desperate to pee. But she was too embarrassed to talk about it, even with Sam since they were like Sisters. She then tried to think what made her feel that since it had never happened before. She the. Remembers the shield potion with the yellowish color. She realized that the shield potions can make one's bladder full. To be continued.... New chapter coming soon.
  9. Hello everyone, this is Hybrid C18 (aka Ecchi C18 who used to have a YouTube Channel). I just want to say that my YouTube Channel got wrongly terminated because I only got 1 Strike and then without a warning when I just reached 1K Subs it got taken down. I restored my channel & reuploaded my videos but not many people returned to sub (only 17 subs returned). My Video Views were drastically decreasing so I decided to delete my YouTube Channel, my Twitter Account, and clear up & leave Newgrounds. I did this because I couldn't handle alot of this Media Nonsense & I realized the only place I love the most is this site where I can fully express myself than on YouTube & Twitter. I had to SOMEWHAT censor myself considering of their Rules. I can follow some Rules that are reasonable but if there are Rules that restricts me to fully express myself I rather break those rules so considering this site has Rules that I fully agree with & has a Theme Fetish I'm into I will stay here instead. I even decided to go back to use my old Avatar & Username (the Cell-Hybrid C18 Artwork). Now on to main topic: Should I continue to write the "Dragon Ball Omorashi: The Lost Chronicles" under a new name since I finished writing the Final Chapters? I don't think I'm going to continue the "Dragon Ball: Omorashi Chronicles" series since that uses Canon Material so I'm uncertain that I even want to go back to it. Or should I move on to write a New FanFic series? Should I touch upon Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden? Panty & Stocking? Total Drama? I will like & love to do these but I want to hear other people's suggestions as long I'm familiar with it. What do you think about all this stuff I'm saying?
  10. So I just wanted to know if there are any site rules on fans of particular stories carrying them on after they're essentially "dead" and the author/s have stopped updating them? Is that against the rules or not? For example, if someone wanted to carry on "The Prodigal Princess" or "Master and Servant", is that allowed? Say for instance if for a story like that, someone titled a new chapter/part: "Master And Servant - Fan Continuation" and then wrote several of their own additional chapters. Is that okay? Yay or nay?
  11. So this is an idea I've sort of toyed around with for a while, but after some encouragement from friends, I have decided to open myself up to taking commissions. Why am I doing this? Well, it sounds like fun, for one. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is also great, although I'm not exactly hurting for cash at the moment. Mostly though, it's to see how I handle writing while being beholden to another person. Part of the reason it takes me so long to write a story is because I am not under any sort of pressure to get it out in a timely manner. As I learned in my college days, I work best when someone else is counting on me to get it done, and what better way to ensure that then to have them actually paying me to make it? I am well aware that this could crash and burn horribly, but I would rather say that I tried and failed to do something ambitious than to not bother at all. Without further ado, here's the criteria for requesting a commission from me. Note that this can be subject to change at any time. Pricing: For pre-existing characters: $5 for every 1,000 words, $2 for an extra 500 words. For original characters: $8 for every 1,000 words, $3 for an extra 500 words. I will need you to provide good details of your OC before and during the writing since I will not be to able to research these characters through normal means. No more than 5,000 words per commission, and only one commission per person at a time. I ask for the full price upfront. If I have to cancel the commission for whatever reason, I will refund your money. What I will not write about: Scat Diapers/Ageplay Adult Male omorashi/peeing Overly violent, non-consensual, or cruel scenarios (i.e. someone being tortured/abused until they wet themselves, mind control, stories intended to bash a character or make them look bad) Anything that would be obviously out-of-character (i.e. The shy girl suddenly brazenly peeing in front of others, E-rated characters dropping f-bombs, etc.) While I won’t shy away from writing sexual themes, I would still prefer for the omo/peeing to be the focus of the story. Smut that just happens to have a little peeing is not really what I’m interested in. What I specialize in and am okay with writing: Stories about women, both loli and adult Stories about young boys, no older than early teens Fighting scenes Furry/anthro characters Stories with comedy and lighthearted tones Cute, if not necessarily romantic, pairings Story Examples: Putting the P in PC Gaming (Huniepop) Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow (Fire Emblem: Heroes) Mipha’s Disgrace (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) What’s a Bathroom, Again? (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Franchises I am most familiar with: Almost anything Nintendo-related, including but not limited to: The Legend of Zelda Fire Emblem (Note: Does not include the GBA titles) Xenoblade Chronicles Splatoon ARMS Pokemon (Both human and Pokemon omo is fine) Star Fox A few non-Nintendo games, including but not limited to: Huniepop Nier: Automata Persona 5 (Note: Still in the middle of playing this) Final Fantasy 9 Monster Hunter A Hat in Time Ace Attorney Anime franchises: My Hero Academia Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Aggretsuko (Note: not up to date on this) Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Disclaimers: Please note that requesting a story from one of the listed franchises does not guarantee I will be able to write about it. I am a slow writer and I work a part-time job. Depending on how long the story is, it may take over a month for me to finish it. I will post updates and stay in contact when I can, but I hope you can be patient with me otherwise. And there you have it. Feel free to post your commissions either in here or through private messages. Now to watch this thread sink straight into the void without a single request...
  12. I would really appreciate the help, and as long as you don’t bs it I will write what you want next. The show is Life with Louie in the episode where they’re at the play and the Dad holds in his pee so long about to burst. It’s applied at the very end he made it BUT I’d like someone to write an alternate ending where the dad either has an accident in the auditorium in front of everyone OR in the men’s room in front of everyone....as long as he has an accident in in that setting in public and you describe his reaction to the humiliation and that of everyone around him. As well as how he feels physically ally and emotionally as he’s bursting. Use the time of the last four minutes or so of this video to guide you to make your story. That’s when he walks in the play to storming for the bathroom.
  13. **Again, this is set in a universe where the Powerpuff Girlz are young adults. 18. I don't own these characters, or the background stuff that was in the show as well, but I hope you enjoy!** In the city of Townsville! Our three heroes: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flew across everyone below, doing patrol around then city after having just defeated MoJoJoJo. One can obviously understand that having superpowered metabolisms and flying at incredibly fast speeds would make the juice inside of them shoot right into their bladders like crazy. “Alright girls!” Blossom said. She was the leader of the group. “We can head back home after this.” “About time!” Buttercup said in an annoyed tone. She was always the angry one in the group. “I have to peeeeee...” she moaned, holding herself as she flew, her hips going back and forth due to desperation. “Well, well, we’ll,” a man’s voice said. It was from a distance and sort of high pitched. Oh, dear God! It’s HIM! Watching our precious powderpuffs fly back home. Him was a man of dark magic, and came up with a spell just for a case like this. He lifted his claw hand and chanted. “Well girls, I hope one of your superpowers is bladder of steel.” Him laughed like the madman he was. The Powderpuffs got home. Professor was still out of town for the day. They got home, flying through their bedroom windows, and Buttercup ran right for the bathroom. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” she complained as she ran and held her crotch with her super strength. Though that was hardly proving useful. But once she got to the bathroom, all hell hit her at once. “What the?!?!” She said freaked out. The room where the bathroom was being just a coat closet. She was sure this is the right door, she’s lived here all her life and it has always been the second door in the hall down on the right. “Wh-wh,” Buttercup moaned as she bounced around in desperation and confusion. “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” Blossom and Bubbles flew to their sister’s destination in the hall. “What happened?” Buttercup was sweating and bouncing. “The bathroom! It was here. It was always here. Wh…Where is it?” Blossom and Bubbles looked at the closet in confusion. Their sister was right, this was supposed to be the bathroom. “Hey look over there!” Blossom said. She pointed to the room across the hall. It was the bathroom. Bubbles said, “Oh thank God! I have to peeeee!” As Bubbles flew into the bathroom, Buttercup’s jaw dropped as she had to go first. She went as fast as she could and pushed Bubbles out of the way, but the bathroom door closed. They opened it, and all their eyes went wide from the shock of seeing the bathroom now the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” “Ha ha ha ah he he he HO!” Him laughed from down the hall. The red, devilish-looking villain stood tall and mighty. “Well, hello girls.” They all shouted in fear, “HIM!” “What are YOU doing here?” Blossom said alone as her sisters squirmed for their bladders in the background. Him started to speak in his lower, yet crisp voice. One that made glass shatter from the coldness it produced. Him said, “Why I just wanted to play a little game with you girls. Imagine, a world where every time you find a bathroom, POOF it vanishes. Turns into the last thing you need.” “What have you done?” Buttercup said in an annoyed voice. Her grunts clearly showed just how desperate she was. “Just a little spell I learned from some books in my certain…well…collection. Oh, how I wondered as I read through every torture spell. Then, I found one that made me think, hmm, how much would the people of the city they protect respect them, if these three heroes wet their pants in front of everyone HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Buttercup struggled to speak with her legs crossing and uncrossing. “You…you…ah…you-.” Bubbles yelled, “YOU MONSTER!” She then stormed at full super speed at Him. But, just like black magic, Him vanished in black smoke that went away in the thin air. “What the?” Him’s voice came from around the house. “Even when you think I’m not watching, I AM!” Those last words were in a snarl of a sound. One mixed of anger and vengeance. “I’m also recording. Even when you think I’m not. So, if you for one second think you’re hidden, YOU’RE WRONG. If you think you’re safe from humiliation, ALSO WRONG! You’re legacy ends in humiliation today girls. Because if there’s one thing that doesn’t have super strength in you, it’s your tiny, weak bladders.” Him went out with a laugh so cold chills went down all the girl’s spines. Though, that may have also been from the intense desperation they were in. “We have to do something!” Bubbles said as she bounced up and down with her legs crossed. She held herself down there as her lower half became weaker and weaker. Her legs trembled from the weight of heavy pee growing inside of her. Buttercup was going through the same struggle. And…”Oh!” Blossom said. She grabbed herself and crouched over. “Now I gotta pee too.” “Time to find the bathroom,” Buttercup demanded. She let go of herself and sucked her gut in to hold in all in long enough to head out. Buttercup flew around the house. She opened the downstairs closet. It was a bathroom. “Yes!” But the second she stepped in a gust of wind so powerful blew her out, and the closet door shut. Tears were in her eyes as she said in a strained voice, “No!” She opened the door, and it was just a closet again. She looked to the kitchen. It was a bathroom. She flew to it, and POOF, it turned back into a kitchen the second she stepped foot in there. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Suddenly, Buttercup felt herself spurt a drop or two. “Oh…no….” She was very concerned as Him was right. Super strength did NOT mean super strong bladder. Blossom and Bubbles flew downstairs. They helped their sister off of her knees. All three girls trembled at the knees. They had come so far in life. Although still small with years of life ahead of them, legally these were adults. Their super powers made them seem as young as they have been since the Professor mixed sugar, spice, and everything nice that day. Only to have his then monkey assistant MoJoJoJo knock over his last, old stash of CHEMICAL X. Still, even as adults, just by the looks of things all three girls were about to go in tears as they felt they did not have much time left. “Hehehe girls,” Him said from somewhere. He was not seen, but his cold, devilish voice was heard. “You are all full of boiling pee. Your bladders are going to shatter. Maybe it’s time to accept defeat.” “NEVER!” All three Powerpuff Girls screamed. The kind of scream one does when trying to overcome a huge struggle, or about to win. The question was: would the girls win against the evil Him this time? Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, and each of their boiling, filled to the top bladders about to burst sprinted off the ground so hard thunder was heard, and they flew through the ceiling and into the city. Him suspected they may have tried something like this. Flying off into the city looking for a bathroom. So, he made sure to cast other dark spells that made their mission today a little harder. Bubbles noticed a waterfall streaming out of a building. She sights of water flowing hurt so bad in her bladder and lower belly that she did not even question why a waterfall was in the middle of a city in the first place. “EEEEE,” Bubbles moaned. Her moaning caught the attention of her sisters, who also at that moment saw what she did. The waterfall. Just the same their knees shifted over each other as their hips went back and forth holding in their pent-up pee. Their desperation was EXTREME EMERGENCY at this point. They stormed down into the street. Another of Him’s spells was cast. A fire hydrant exploded just as a dog peed on it. The dog was fine. He did not have pants to wet. But our heroes…well this was just more torture for them. They held themselves as they bounced foot to foot and in circles. “You’re running out of times girls!” Him said. His evil laughter was so loud other citizens looked all over in shock, but the noticed their heroes on the ground doing the potty dance. They started to hear giggles from the citizens they protected all these years. Blossom, the leader, shouted, “Girls, scatter!” All three of them flew off in different directions. Bubble’s lips were curved as she sweat and was so uncomfortable from the expansion inside. She felt herself start to leak. She was wetting her pants. “No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. She had just enough time to fly to the top of a building and land on the roof, only to let out a huge stream of super pee. Poor Bubbles cried, as how could a hero of her status not be able to hold it in like a big girl. Her sisters form triplet telepathy knew what happened to Bubbles. It only made them not only sad for her, but scared for themselves as the feeling of one of their sisters wetting made the other two of them grow in desperation. Sweat all around their faces, and it was not even that hot of a day. Him then appeared in front of a water town that Blossom was headed for. He kicked in, and his steel, fancy black boots caused such a shock that the water town exploded, water shooting out everywhere. Blossom stopped in her tracks, but the water hit her, and the shock of cold water on her skin caused her bladder to explode. “NOOOOOOOO!” She yelled. Just as Bubbles had when she wet. Blossoms stayed in the air as she peed herself, and it fell to the ground below. Him did not know that he reappeared right below her. The pee hit him on the head and steam rose form it. Him let out a roar of pain. The pee burned into his skin and even hit his skull. “What’s going on?” He asked himself. Buttercup noticed this. As her legs crossed tight and knees up to her belly as she stayed floating in the air, she plotted how she could use Him’s weakness to her advantage. “Blossom!” Buttercup yelled. Blossom, still crying, heard her sister. “Use your ice breath, now!” Blossom was shocked to see Buttercup shoot her butt in the air, and she let out a roar of pee as she pulled thems down. As disgusting as it seemed, Blossom used her unique power of ice breath and it hit the pee in the air. Out from the clash of these two elements came a huge, yellow ice ball of pee. “Bubbles!” Buttercup yelled. Bubbles wiped tears from her eyes and looked at her sister. “Bubbles, keep Him on the ground down there. Circle the perimeter and get any civilians out.” Bubbles sniffed up her snot and tears, and flew down to the ground, circling around to push innocent people out of the way but Him could not find a way out. They remembered that their flight was so fast that it could build a super forcefield that keeps anything in, and everything out. In other words, no dark magic or powers would keep Him from escaping. “No!” Him said in despair. “This can’t be. You cannot turn this on me!” Now trapped, Buttercup used her heat vision on the giant iceburg of pee, and it melted and boiled and rained in millions of drops on Him. Him let out a scream of agony as the rain of pee left nowhere for him to escape. He burned and burned until there was nothing left. The girls, out heroes, all reached to the ground and high-fived each other. The citizens of Townsville all got around them and cheered. As bad as it stunk, they all applauded their heroes for defeating Him, once and for all. And once again the day was saved, thanks to… THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! Out from the dark lakes of Townsville where no one lived, a claw came out of the water, weak and shrunken. A familiar red claw. A voice was heard from the water, “This…isn’t…over.” THE END…?
  14. Mark_Twain

    Best part of Fanficion

    So what is more important to you in a fan fiction (specifically for Omorahi, not in general)? The Story? The scenes? or the characters? I have something in the works right now, but in editing it, I have found some Character inconstancy's. But does it really matter? Or do people just skip to the scenes they want to read?
  15. I have some great ideas. One for Castle since I've yet to find a Beckett fanfic story. But itnsomeone else's characters. I don't want to be sued.
  16. Surprise! I decided I'd revive this story idea, but rework a few details! :) you're gonna love it, I know you will. ;) Enjoy it! Chapter 1: "I can't believe we're finally doing this!" Katie squealed as she closed the door to the backseat of her car. The day she was leaving with her boyfriend, Kendall Schmidt, to spend the summer with him and his friends at Carlos' beach house, had finally arrived. "Me either!" Kendall said happily, wrapping his girlfriend in to his arms before kissing her. "AHEM!" Katie's dad cleared his throat. He was perfectly happy with Kendall as long as there was no PDA in front of him. "Oh Gavin!" Katie's mom chided, before pulling Katie in to a hug. "Wear sunscreen, call me every chance you get, and DON'T GET PREGNANT." Katie giggled at that, looking over at Kendall. "I love you K." "I love you too Mama," Katie answered, squeezing her mother before hugging her dad. "I love you Daddy." "I love you too," He said softly, glaring at Kendall over his little girl's shoulder before letting her go. "Now get going, you don't wanna hit traffic, okay?" Katie nodded, skipping to the driver side, Kendall slipping in to the passenger side silently, programming the GPS before they took off, Katie turning on some music. "Your dad hates me you know," He chuckled once they were on the highway. "He doesn't hate you, he's just upset I'm grown up and that I'm spending the summer with my steady boyfriend," Katie giggled. "He'll come around, I promise. And in the meantime, think about everything we're gonna do this summer!" Kendall nodded, faking a smile before leaning back in his seat, beginning to worry. He was hiding a rather deep and humiliating secret; his bladder was small, so he woke up almost every morning to a wet bed, as well as wetting himself during the day now and again. As excited as he was for the next three months, he was also terrified of sharing a bedroom with his girlfriend. He stayed in his head for a while before Katie's phone rang, making him jump. The phone was synced with the car, so Kendall pressed the button on the display screen to answer it. "Helloooo?" Katie answered happily. "Hey," Logan yawned. "We're gonna stop at Starbucks at the next exit, you two wanna come?" "Sure!" Katie answered. "Next exit?" "Yup, we'll meet you there," Logan said before hanging up. Kendall chewed on his lip, knowing what coffee did to him, but he couldn't upset Katie, so he just leaned back, listening to her sing along to the song playing. She pulled off the highway and in to the parking lot, stopping the car and skipping over to the others. Kendall shuffled along behind everyone as they all filed inside. "C'mere you," Katie said, dragging Kendall over to her, placing her small hand inside his. "What's up? You don't seem yourself this morning." "Just sleepy," Kendall yawned. Katie nodded, placing her order before stepping aside for Kendall to add his on. They took theirs and went to sit with the rest of the gang, Carlos fully dishing out details about the house, surrounding amenities, local shopping, food. "This is gonna be freakin incredible," Logan said, sipping his latte. Carlos beamed. Katie laid her head on Kendall's arm, since she was too short to reach his shoulder. Everyone talked idly before Carlos reminded them they still had a very long drive ahead of them. James nodded, walking back to his car, Carlos following Logan back to his truck. Katie looked up at Kendall expectantly. "You go ahead, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick," Kendall said softly, Kissing the top of his girlfriend's head. Katie smiled with a blush, nodding and walked back out to the car, digging through her collection of CD's until she found the one she wanted, loading it in to the player as Kendall got back in the car. "Ready?" he asked happily. Katie nodded, and off they went.
  17. Here are we, folks, a brand new year and time for me to get started on writing a new story. Trouble is, I have several ideas that I could write about, but I don't know which one to work on first. That's where you all come in: Simply pick which story you would want to read first, and the one with the highest votes will be what I start on first. Don't feel too bad if your pick doesn't win, either, as I intend to see all these fics written eventually (maybe a second poll after this, who knows?). I'll leave the poll open for about a week, or until this thread gets buried and forgotten. Whichever happens first. Now let's see those votes!
  18. xDeathSoulx

    Fanfic omo scenes

    I noticed the book omorashi thread and figured I'd start one on scenes in fanfics that weren't written to be omo fics, but that just happen to contain a scene of it. (If a similar thread exists, I didn't come across it within the timespan I'm allowed to post in) The first item on the list is the RWBY fanfic The Sounds of Vale by The Draigg. In chapter 13 Weiss slightly pees herself when Yang more or less threatens her. Later in the story Velvet completely wets herself, and IIRC it even happens twice. Yet later still there is an open peeing scene, written as a fanfic-in-a-fanfic. This author in general seems to work peeing in one way or another into just about all of his fics, despite vehemently denying being into it in an author's note. In the Pokemon fanfic As The River Flows by Silent Sigh, Hazel at one point mentions needing to pee (in first person) and later does so while swimming. Later in the story she both describes a moment when she wet herself as a child and has another wetting moment sometime after that. I believe there is also a moment where Misty gets really desperate and either barely makes it to a toilet or just fails to make it (I can't remember which) Feel free to add whatever fanfic you come across, as long as it wasn't written with the intention of being an omo fic.
  19. This story, as the title implies, takes place in a universe in which pokemon trainers catch and train pokemon gijinka in place of animal-esque monsters. Since there won't be any pet Skitty or Miltank farms, there will be mentions of actual animals, as it would be rather odd if humans were the only creatures in the world. You should probably note that there won't be omorashi in every single chapter. While the first chapter does have a minor wetting scene, I would like there to be actual story and character development rather than nothing but gratuitous panty wetting. That being said, omorashi will certainly be included throughout the story. I should warn you ahead of time; this story will, eventually, contain sexual content, yuri, and probably some very light BDSM. I'll be sure to put warnings at the begining of chapters that need them, as well as recaps at the start of the chapters that follow, so avoiding anything that might squick you shouldn't be too much of a problem. I am not going to explicitly state how old the characters are, however I pictured them to be around sixteen to eighteen while writing this. However you imagine them is fine; I just don't want anyone accusing me of pedophilia. Lastly, despite what she calls Sachi and Sachi's father, Daichi is not related to them in any way. She's a pokemon. I'm guessing you all realize that, but I just wanted to make it clear that it's only a nickname in case it tripped anyone up. __________ This chapter (obviously) contains omorashi. __________ "You're going to like it here," Sachi's father rambled as the moving van pulled up in front of the house. Sachi's watch flashed 1:30 AM, but outside, the sun was just beginning to set; if the jet lag was anything to go by, the girl was already beginning to dislike Sinnoh. A week before, Sachi and her father left the familiar hustle of their home in Goldenrod City, now oceans away, over some new job opportunity tending to berries in Twinleaf. It wasn't that Sachi was particularly fond of Goldenrod — she had friends there, sure, and she'd grown quite attached to the trains outside her room at night and to the constant torrent of new faces and pokemon — but being uprooted from her city apartment and dropped in some quiet, barren little town hadn't exactly been on her bucket list. On the floor at Sachi's feet, Daichi stirred and murmured in her sleep. The Eevee had been restless for most of the trip, though by some miracle, she'd fallen asleep on the way from the airport in Jubilife — Sachi wished they could have stayed in Jubilife longer; it was so much more like her old home than Twinleaf was — and Sachi had almost forgotten about her. Now, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Daichi sat up. "Onee-chan1?" she murmured sleepily. Her left ear flopped lamely over one chocolate eye. Earning no response from her trainer, she extended a shaky hand upwards and tugged urgently on the leg of Sachi's pants. "Onee-chan?" she repeated. "I have to pee." "Huh? Oh. Can you hold it?" Sachi asked. Her father had gotten out of the van and was busy unloading boxes. Taking that as her cue to help, Sachi elbowed open the door, swung down to the dirt road below, and turned to help the pokemon down. Daichi frowned. "I'll try," she whispered. The air outside was warm and fragrant with spring, and almost immediately, Sachi sneezed. Compared to Goldenrod, the town was a backyard; to one side, several small houses sat together in scattered wooden clusters. Twinleaf was flanked on three sides by woods and tall, thick grass; there were no stores or hospitals or a Pokemon Center to speak of. Two small children ran in the grass a few meters away with a grey-haired, winged pokemon that Sachi couldn't name but recognized from textbooks and brochures. Sachi grabed a small box absentmindedly from the top of the stack and handed it to Daichi. "Take that in and set it on the floor," she ordered. She'd been banking on her new neighbors and their pokemon to help unload the van, but they were granted no such luck; sighing, she picked up another box labeled "kitchen" in sloppy red pen and started for the house. "What's in that box, Daichi?" she asked when she was within earshot once more. Daichi had pushed the parcel to one side with her toe and was fidgeting nervously. "Pokeballs, I think. Do we have a bathroom?" "If it's pokeballs, give them here." Sachi bit her lip. "It's down the hall upstairs, I think. Will you be okay going up there alone?" Daichi shook her head emphatically, eyes wide, and peered anxiously at the stairs. "I don't need to go that bad," she mumbled. By the time the boxes had all been moved in, it was long past sunset. Sachi busied herself counting light switches, testing faucets, and hauling her still-packed things up the steep, dark staircase to her bedroom. Her room itself was about as large as the studio apartment she and her father had shared back in Johto; she'd give it that much. The light worked, but barely, and she wished for a moment that she hadn't thrown away her old nightlight during the move; perhaps sixteen was too old to be afraid of the dark, but it certainly had its practical purposes. There were four plain, wooden walls — Sachi resolved to hang posters over them later — that seemed free of insects and mold, at least. The floor was carpeted a dark greyish-green that Sachi normally wouldn't have minded if the room wasn't already dark and depressing as it was. She knew somewhere in one of the boxes there was a baby blue rug and some matching curtains. Perhaps that would lighten things up. And there were the white linens, too, and Daichi's giant pink teddy bear, and — "Onee-chan? Otosan2 told me to see if you needed help." Daichi leaned in the doorway with her hands curled around her skirt at her sides. She looked ready to cry. She started to enter the room, then hesitated. "Oh. Um, if you could help me look for my —" She was cut off mid-sentence by the soft patter of liquid on the carpet. Daichi was frozen on the spot, her face pale and tear-streaked, pee gushing down both legs and gathering in a pool at her bare feet. One hand still grabbed futilely at her crotch through her skirt; not until her stream died down did she let that hand fall to her side. Her knees buckled beneath her and she half-fell half-sat in her own puddle. "'M sorry," she sniffled after a moment. She was trembling like a leaf — though whether it was from fear of punishment or from relief Sachi wasn't sure — and her cheeks had gone from pale to bright red. Sachi looked away sheepishly. "It's fine," she said. "These carpets are shit, anyway. Why don't we go find the bathroom and wash up for dinner? I'll take care of the mess." "Okay..." Daichi breathed. She stood, still shaky, the back of her skirt dripping, and the two made their way down the hall to the bathroom. "Onee-chan?" Daichi asked when the bath had filled and she was submerged to her neck in soapy water. "Hm?" "I want to go home." Sachi cupped filled a cup with hot water to rinse the soap from Daichi's hair. "I know, Chi," she sighed. She ran her thumb across the edge of Daichi's ear, smirking at the squeal it elicited. "Onee-chan? We should go exploring tomorrow." "I have been meaning to fill that old Pokedex Dad gave me," Sachi thought out loud. She pulled the plug on the bottom of the tub and unfolded the towel she'd brought in from her room. "So we can?" "Yeah, alright," she agreed as she lifted Daichi out of the tub. "You'll have to wear one of my old shirts while your clothes are in the wash. Dad said he'll order pizza, if they'll even deliver it to the middle of nowhere." "I heard there's a lake. Can we go?" Sachi grinned. "Of course. We can travel this whole damn continent, if you want." "I do." "Then it's settled." Sachi braced herself against the edge of the tub and stood. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs. Tomorrow, we'll explore." 1 Older Sister 2 Father
  20. Christmas gift for you guys, the latest chapter of my To Boldly Pee fanfiction that I finished a few days ago. Read the rest of the story here. ---------- The day had come for the wheels of the siren's big plan to begin rolling, as they walked through the hallways of Canterlot High. Thousands of years ago, Princesses Celestia and Luna had banished the trio of temptresses to another dimension for their brainwashing schemes, using their hypnotizing music to control the native ponies. The land they had been sent to had changed their forms, from their original dragon-esque bodies to ones identical to the inhabitants of this world, the humans. “Alright, all you need to do is sing and get all the humans here under our control. Do you think you two can do that without screwing it up,” asked Adagio. Adagio Dazzle was the oldest, and self-appointed leader of the sirens, and she was demanding. She didn't take mistakes from her subordinates well and she made no secret that they were a burden to her, but she was still with them even after the millenia. Whether she thought she could still use them or she didn't want to be alone, she wouldn't tell. “Why are you blaming me? Sonata is the one who usually messes up the plans.” Aria Blaze was the middle siren, and she was by far the grumpiest. She also hated her “partners”, but never left either. It was just as confusing. She was the most invisible of the three, as she usually stayed quiet and didn't have an endearing character quirk. And that just left the youngest, Sonata Dusk. She was the perky, energetic one that tried to be friendly. She was also very naive, and her loud demeanor had caused them problems in the past. But she was the only one that actively tried to stay close to Adagio and Aria, believing that they were all friends. Right now, her light blue hair with darker highlights was tied back in an (ironic) ponytail, wearing a dark maroon jacket and a pretty short pink skirt, topped off with very tall pink boots. It was a very eye-catching outfit. As ditzy as she was, she wasn't going to take such a blatant insult from Aria. “Oh yeah, name one time I ruined one of your plans! I'm just as dedicated to the cause as you girls!” Adagio covered her face with her hand. “Is that true, Sonata? Then how would you like to explain that little incident at the pizza place 27 years ago? Your so-called 'Bite of 87'?” “He had pepperoni on his face, and I was trying to get it. It was just a little blood, it's not like I removed his frontal lobe or anything. I explained this to you before, I'm pretty sure.” Aria rolled her eyes. “Biting someone's frontal lobe out isn't as exciting as it sound, did it a long time ago, they just scream and go limp.” “Now isn't the time to reminisce about violence, Aria, anyone could be watching. Talking about killing seems to be an easy way to get yourself thrown in prison, and that means an investigation. You want some police looking into who we are?” “You want to shut up, Adagio? We're here, it's time for our show to start.” Aria was correct, they were standing at the doors to the school's gym, which were wide open. Inside was a collection of the students, some of them gathered in groups of band size, and the rest scattered to watch the preliminary round of the battle of the bands that was about to take place. As soon as they walked through the entrance, they were met by Vice Principal Luna, who was holding a clipboard. “Dazzlings, you're towards the end of the bracket, so you'll be waiting for a while.” As soon as Luna had finished directing the Dazzlings, one of the groups had taken the stage, and Luna was called back to the judging table with her sister. That left the three of them alone, and no one was coming to interact with them. They were certainly the talk of the school, with their sudden appearance and influence over everything that had been happening with their hypnotizing voices. But even with that, no one wanted to come close to them, either through intention to preserve their mystery or that they let off an air of unpleasantness that caused people to avoid them directly. First on the stage was Snips and Snails as rappers. As soon as they started with the personal beatboxing, things went downhill quickly. While they were better than all the rap music you'd hear on the radio, it was still on the level of “tortuous”. Doing their best to ignore the performance, Adagio and Aria began snickering to each other and riffing over the music, Sonata wandered off to the nearby snack table. The selection of food was very basic, bowls of chips and pretzels and...“FRUIT PUNCH!” Sonata was very excited about the discovery of the sugary drink present, she hastily grabbed one of the small plastic cups stacked next to the punch bowl and gripped the ladle, slipping from her hand once before it was well within her grasp, and its liquid contents were perfectly poured into the cup. She began moving it towards her mouth, until she saw that her partners were across the room, and decided to keep them company. Unable to drink and walk at the same time, Sonata had no choice but to postpone the fruit punch for a little while. She slowly made her way across the gym, moving carefully as to not spill her very full cup. After a minute of movement, she was next to her friends once again, as they were in the middle of a conversation, and Aria was talking. “It's amazing how weak these enemies are. They have no rhythm, no rhyme...” While she was speaking, Sonata took a sip from her cup. The taste made her butt into the discussion with her own opinions. “Yeah, and they have no idea how to make a good fruit punch! I mean, have you tasted this stuff? Below average.” That was certainly enough to get Adagio and Aria's attention. Aria was the one to scoff and question, “And since when have you been an authority on drinks? Why does it matter if they make a bad fruit punch?” Sonata felt a little offended. “I am a master on good sugary drinks, I'll have you know! I drink them all the time as you know, and I think that's enough to make me a conni...con...conical...person who knows their fruit punch. They clearly didn't put enough sugar into this, and it leaves your mouth feeling bitter in the aftertaste. Do either of you know where I could get some sugar here?” No sooner than she had said it did another girl slide in. Not walked, slid. They stared at the oblivious, very pink girl who had joined the group, and leaned in close to Sonata. “Psst, you said you wanted some sugar?” She pulled the side of her jacket open, revealing a collection of hidden pockets. Reaching into one of them, she removed a handful of those small sugar packets you find on restaurant tables, and slyly placed them into Sonata's hand. “Now, if anyone asks, nothing happens, you got that?” As mysteriously as she had appeared, she vanished. Thankfully, Sonata wasn't one to question a good thing happening. She took the miracle gift back to the snack table, ripped open one of the packets, and emptied it into the fruit punch bowl. She excitedly opened the rest at once, before she stopped with a realization. “But how much sugar is appropriate, and how much is too much?” It was a conundrum to be sure, and she was unsure about how to deal with it. She pondered the best course of action, taking almost two minutes to come up with an answer. “I guess I'll just have to sample each one until it's just right.” She took the ladle and poured a small amount into her cup and promptly sipped it, before carefully considering the current taste. “Hmmm...I think I need a little more to have a full opinion.” She poured herself another full cup and drank it all down. A little more deciding, and she decided it wasn't enough. Another sugar packet and another full cup, that was how it went until she was satisfied, which luckily took her entire stack of sugar and nothing more. ----------- As promised, the Dazzlings would be the last to perform, so they had to stand around for about an hour listening to everyone else perform. Adagio and Aria had spent the full time quietly making fun of everyone that sang, ranging from the aforementioned tortuous to passable at best. At least until this other band, the Rainbooms, stepped up to the stage. True, they weren't great, but the sirens could sense some strange power emanating from their performance, something for them to keep an eye on. Or at least, Adagio and Aria could feel the energy. Sonata had her mind on something else at the moment. The realization that the probably-excessive amounts of fruit punch she had drank during the mixing process might have been a bad idea, not at all helped by the extra cups that had gone down once it was to her liking. All the liquid that she had put into her stomach wasn't going to stay there, and it was indeed on the move. Sonata needed to pee. Pretty badly, in fact. The high amounts of sugar sending her bodily functions into overdrive only served to make her situation worse. Her legs were crossed tightly, her foot shaking up and down from all the energy she had now, and her hands resting on her lap, not quite at the point where she needed to grab herself to retain control, but getting really close. She took one of her hands off her skirt and poked Adagio in the arm to get her attention. “Hey Adagio, umm...I've got a bit of an issue.” Adagio sighed. “What is it, Sonata?” “I really, really need to go potty, I don't think I can hold it for that much longer. Can I just quickly run to the bathroom? I promise, it won't take long, please!” Adagio wanted to berate the blue siren for putting herself into this situation, that it was completely her fault and she would have to deal with it, but Sonata looked at her with the biggest begging eyes, and her superior felt a small amount of pity. “Alright, fine. Just get back here quickly, we're going to be onstage soon.” Sonata stood up and turned to the door, when the final notes of the Rainboom's song echoed through the gym. She looked behind to see them bow and leave the stage, whereupon Principal Celestia called out, “Dazzlings, take the stage!” Adagio and Aria stood at the call, and they both glared at Sonata trying to leave. She realized what they were expecting, and pleaded with them to reconsider. “Come on girls, can't you hold them off until I come back? I really don't think I can't wait!” Aria took the mantle of scolding Sonata. “Well, that's just too bad. You're just going to have to bear it until we're done.” “I'm serious, Aria! I really might have an accident if I try to go up there now! Please, it's only going to take a minute or two, that's all!” She was bouncing on her crossed legs, not enough to be easily visible to everyone else in the room, but a clear enough sign of her desperation to those that were close (or anyone that had a disposition towards watersports). She was dry for the moment, but how long was that going to last? Adagio grabbed Sonata's arm and started dragging her, getting a few yards until she wriggled free and walked with them on her own. Everyone was looking at them, she couldn't afford to make her need obvious, so she walked as casually as she could possibly manage. Her arms were at her side and her legs uncrossed, though they were still very close to each other in order to keep her crotch closed, turning her walk into more of a slow shuffle. They had to wait for Sonata to catch up once they were on stage, but she did eventually get up there and grabbed her microphone. Adagio did the rhythmic countdown, and on the invisible zero, the singing began. Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh You didn't know that you fell Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh They were singing in harmony, and the red amulets they wore around their necks began to glow. They powered up, drawing in the negative energy of everyone in the room. It was a great feeling, the feeding of such a large group, but it took concentration; focus that Sonata really did not have to spare. She was putting as much as she needed to to sing, but everything else she had was keeping her bladder under control with everyone watching. Now that you're under our spell Blindsided by the beat Clapping your hands, stomping your feet You didn't know that you fell It wasn't just that everyone was watching. They were sirens, they preyed on attention, their song was forcing everyone to look at them, to take in everything about them. If Sonata wet herself, which was looking incredibly inevitable at this point, everyone was going to see. And if they did, would they ever be able to take the Dazzlings seriously? They required other people to survive, how would they get by if Sonata ruined everything? She'd be sent out on her own, there's no way she'd survive without Adagio and Aria! Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh Now you've fallen under our spell Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh And it was only about to get worse. They seduced, that's what they did, and that wasn't possibly with only voices, as nice as theirs were. It also required motions, and taking advantage of the human bodies they were given, that translated into hip shaking. In unison, all three of them began dancing, and Sonata winced. She could feel her pent-up urine sloshing heavily, and it was increasing the pressure from painful to unbearable. She couldn't hide it anymore, she crossed her legs as tight as she could manage and gripped between her thighs with the hand not holding onto the microphone. We've got the music, makes you move it Got the song that makes you lose it We say "jump", you say "how high?" Put your hands up to the sky She was supposed to put her hands up at that line, but there was no way she could do that right now. Everyone could see that she was on the verge on peeing herself, but she didn't care. She'd run off the stage if she was confident in her ability to move. The fact that Adagio was probably going to give her a beating for betraying the team didn't matter, she just wanted the release. We've got the music, makes you move it Got the song that makes you lose it We say "jump", you say "how high?" Put your hands up to the sky She couldn't take it anymore, she just had so much punch inside her, and it was forcing its way out already. Her privates were loosening, a small tinkle dribbling into her neon green panties. She really didn't want to ruin them, they were her sexy panties, thin and lacy, but there was no way to prevent the soaking now. The embarrassment didn't matter to Sonata anymore, she was going to take her leak in front of everyone. And that's just what she did. It went unnoticed for a few seconds under the music and hypnosis, but everyone was paying attention soon enough. Adagio and Aria stopped in shock, the flow of nourishment abruptly cut off. All eyes were on Sonata, her eyes closed in ecstasy, the light yellow torrent pouring from under her skirt with a little forward arc, making a nice loud splatter when it crashed against the polished wood floor, splashing into a growing puddle with droplets jumping back up and spreading further. Sonata was in her own world of almost-orgasmic relief. All of the pain was flowing out, making her moan and breathe heavily. There was no shame in her mind, in fact, she had the sudden urge to make the best of it. One of her hands moved from their warm spot right next to the faucet, lifting the front of her skirt up on their way out, while the other began rubbing the fabric against her most sensitive area, sending the pleasure of the situation skyrocketing. Her knees faltered, bending her down and sending the stream further out, reducing the amount running down her legs and absorbing into her socks. She was peeing and masturbating in front of a crowd, and liking it. “Ohhhh, that's so much better.” Adagio and Aria couldn't believe what they were seeing. They wanted to grab her again and drag her away, punish her for ruining everything. They would have to start somewhere else to avoid association with the horny exhibitionist, and she certainly wasn't coming along. Until they felt something, something strong inside their bodies. It was more energy, coming in by the bucketload. “Aria, what the hell is happening?” “Sick freak of a crowd is enjoying this disgusting display. Damn perverts.”
  21. Ryuko Matoi's day was going pretty badly. She had challenged Satsuki Kiryuin, dictator of Honnouji Academy and murderer of Ryuko's dad, to a fight. After all, Ryuko had recently received an incredible power boost in the form of a Kamui uniform, she could absolutely destroy the underlings sent her way, and she was fueled with rage to give her strength. She just wasn't expecting Satsuki to have a Kamui of her own, and she was a lot better at using its strength. Ryuko was getting her very exposed ass beaten. “Ryuko, if you keep up this blood loss, you'll lose consciousness in ten minutes.” And her situation wasn't helped by Senketsu, Ryuko's Kamui and the reason she was dressed so skimpily at the moment, telling her that she was going to pass out. It'd probably be helpful to have battle clothes that kept her aware of her physical condition, if he knew when to shut up. “Well, maybe if you weren't sucking me dry, I wouldn't be passing out! Stop slurping my blood and let me fight Satsuki Kiryuin!” Ryuko was already in a bad mood from the fight, and it was made worse having a hungry leech for a uniform, let alone one showing off far more skin than she was comfortable with. “Lack of blood isn't the only problem with bodily fluids you're having right now,” Senketsu continued to state. “You've also got an increasing excess of...” “I KNOW,” Ryuko interrupted, eyes wide in her haste to get him to stop talking. “I know, so please be quiet about it. I've got a fight to take care of, I can deal with...that after I'm done.” She was covered in pain courtesy of Satsuki, but she also had to deal with the problem she had brought in. While still trying to look tough, she discreetly rubbed her legs together to relieve a little extra pressure. “Alright, if you insist on fighting, you better make it fast. You're quickly losing time on both fronts.” “I'm already on it, Senketsu! I'll show this Kiryuin bitch who she messed with...” Ryuko was interrupted by Satsuki charging in with her sword, which Ryuko barely blocked. Even with her Scissor Blade intercepting Satsuki's Bakuzan, the force behind the strike was intense, strong enough to send Ryuko tumbling backwards really far, where she bounced multiple times across the concrete ground. Senketsu's armor prevented it from hurting anywhere close to as much as it should, but Ryuko still winced whenever she landed on her stomach, forcing waves of shock and discomfort through her body. Ryuko stopped her flight by stabbing her Scissor Blade into the ground, slowing her to a final halt on one knee. She bit her bottom lip to cope with the pain and threw one of her hands between her legs, thankful that her Scissor Blade was wide enough at the angle she twisted it to, enough to cover her actions in the kneeling position. “Your situation is only getting worse, and you're losing time faster and faster. Unless you've got a secret technique to win right now, I'd advise a hasty retreat.” Ryuko Matoi was a girl of pride. She never wanted to run away from a fight, and had only done so before because of Senketsu's vampiric fuel. But he was right, Satsuki was clearly winning, and Ryuko's personal problem was not helping at all. There was no way around it; even if Ryuko could hold her own and keep blood levels up, her overfilled bladder was going to be the end of her. In her defense, it really wasn't Ryuko's fault that her bathroom needs had been neglected. She had passed out three times in the last week from blood loss, and Mako's dad had told her to increase her fluid intake to combat that. Ryuko wouldn't trust the man with surgery, but he was still a doctor, and she heeded his judgment. Also, with the Mankanshoku family in a poor no-star slum, their water usage was limited to certain hours, meaning Ryuko couldn't do her business in the middle of the night, even if she was already awake at those hours the night prior because of nightmares. She was planning to use the school's toilets before homeroom, but Satsuki had to show off her Junketsu Kamui as soon as she arrived on school grounds. And there was one final reason that Ryuko was in the situation she was in now, an embarrassing reason. Senketsu was a sentient outfit. He could talk (even if it was only to Ryuko), he could think, he could move on his own in some capacity, he had one working eye, he was as human as Ryuko in everything but shape. With that in mind, she really didn't feel comfortable with using the bathroom while wearing him, like there was someone else standing in the room watching her. It was bad enough that he was exposing almost all of her body to every other student at Honnouji Academy, but his very nature as clothes meant he was too close to the parts he kept covered, worse when Ryuko needed to do something with those parts. She had skirted the issue so far by taking him off whenever nature's call needed answering, but it wasn't easy to get down to her underwear with Mako's family of perverts hanging about. Basically, this meant Ryuko was going from bursting point to bursting point, and that strain weakened her. It also didn't help that, in his transformed state, Senketsu's bottom parts were very tight against Ryuko's nether regions and that was very uncomfortable. Ryuko hesitated, before agreeing to Senketsu's warning. “You're right, we need to get out of here now, while there's still a chance.” “I don't think we have that time, Ryuko,” Senketsu shouted. “Watch out!” Ryuko looked up to see Satsuki charging towards them, her sword held out to her side. With the Scissor Blade buried in the ground, Ryuko couldn't stand up with her weapon in time to counter the attack, the best she could do was brace for the pain. Unexpectedly, Satsuki didn't use the sword, she instead grabbed Ryuko, throwing her high into the air, helpless, until she came hurtling down, making a crater in the concrete. Ryuko tried to stand once again, until her arms gave out and she collapsed on her stomach, butt raised high, a position not conducive to keeping pee in. “That's it, I'm done,” she declared as Senketsu transformed from battle mode back to the school uniform. Satsuki stood above the nearly unconscious Ryuko, her Bakuzan pointed straight at the ground and both of her hands on the hilt, standing majestically above her inferiors. “You lack resolve, Ryuko Matoi, as does your Kamui! He transformed back to protect you when you fell instead of continuing to fight!” She took one hand off the sword, bent down, and lifted Ryuko by the throat. “As you are now, you are no more than an animal in an exhibitionist's cloth!” Ryuko's eyes opened slightly and she tried to smile, but with almost no energy and a lot of urine being held back draining what was left, it didn't come out very sincere. Still, she retorted, “then how do you explain your outfit? What happened to that Junketsu purity you were yammering on about?” Now wasn't the time to make Satsuki angry, but Ryuko had spunk and she wasn't giving that up. Satsuki dropped Ryuko on the ground to monologue. “This is the form in which a Kamui is able to unleash the most power! The fact that you are embarrassed by the values of the masses only prove how small you are! If it means fulfilling her ambitions, Satsuki Kiryuin will show neither shame nor hesitation, even if she bares her breasts for all the world to see! My actions are utterly pure!” She held her sword out, about to deal the final blow. Mere seconds before the metal struck Ryuko, something slid between the two, stopping the attack. The sound of a Hallelujah would usually indicate death and the afterlife, but to Ryuko, it just meant Mako about to make a speech. And, just as expected, “Come on, Ryuko, get naked! I know for a fact that you, yes you, are not inferior to Lady Satsuki. Your boobs are way bigger than hers! Way bigger! I know 'cause I saw them! 'That Ryuko,' my family said, 'she's got a great rack!' We were all talking about what a splendid body you have! So perk up and stop being embarrassed! Rip your clothes off and get naked!” I'd really like to, Mako, Ryuko thought. I'm running out of modesty here, I'd take my clothes off right here and take a leak if I had the strength. If I wasn't so embarrassed, I wouldn't be having this problem in the first place, it's starting to be more trouble than it's worth. Wait...what did Satsuki just say? Something like being embarrassed makes me small, showing no shame? Satsuki wasn't about to attack Mako, but she was still very fierce, worthy of her position. “What kind of nonsense are you shouting, Mankanshoku?” Suddenly, Ryuko was able to stand once again, a second wind overcoming her body. “What she said ain't nonsense... it ain't nonsense at all! I finally get it now. I need to get naked. Putting on a Kamui means becoming one with you. It means you, becoming one with me. That's what it means to master wearing you! Isn't that right, Senketsu?” “Yes, that's right, Ryuko! But...you've still got a very serious problem to deal with, are you sure you're still up for a fight?” “Yeah, I've got a surge of adrenaline running through me, I've got this!” She grabbed the bracelet apparatus on her right wrist and pulled the pin, drawing blood to power Senketsu. The surge of power ran through her clothes, and they underwent the transformation back into combat gear. “Life Fiber Synchronize, Kamui Senketsu!” Senketsu looked mostly the same, but he felt completely different, like he was more “present”. “This is what it's like to really wear you! I was ashamed of you, disconnected from your presence, and that's why you needed so much blood! And now that I'm proud to be using you...” “That little blood I just took was more than enough, Ryuko! Though, even with all this extra power, I really don't think you...” “Don't say it! Just have faith in me, Senketsu, I can do this! Just, try and put your strength on...that part, so I can focus on Kiryuin, okay?” “I'll do what I can, Ryuko. But, as your clothes, I implore you not to have an accident.” With Senketsu ready to assist, Ryuko picked up her Scissor Blade again, and pointed it at Satsuki. Ready for round two, they dashed at each other, their swords colliding, their wielders unmoving as gale force winds resulted from the strike and the ground cracked beneath their feet. Suddenly, the tides of war had shifted. Ryuko was now strong enough to hold her own against Satsuki, and was even pushing her back. Dashes, flips, air combos, helmsplitters, Ryuko's offensive was unrelenting, and Satsuki had to parry the blows. Ryuko felt invincible, or she would if there wasn't severe cramping in her abdomen, and not for the reason she was used to. It wasn't as distracting or ready to burst open, but it was still incredibly urgent and getting worse. She wouldn't let herself put her hands between her legs as much as instinct wanted her to do it, but she had no choice but to rub her thighs and squeeze them together every so often, hope that Satsuki was too occupied to take notice. Ryuko didn't quite get that luxury. As they were a foot from each other with their swords crossed facing down diagonally, Satsuki looked her over and smiled on one side of her mouth. “It appears that challenging you to a duel once you got here was improper of me, Ryuko Matoi.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “The cornerstone of a fair and honorable fight is not using tools that give a clear advantage over your opponent, as wisdom and skill should be the deciding factor for victory. But it seems I should have allowed you a visit to the restroom first.” Ryuko let go of the blade clash and reeled back in shock, her mouth hanging open in shock. “W-what's it to you?! Senketsu, can you help me out a little more here,” she asked as an aside. “I'm sorry, Ryuko, I'm doing as much as I can for you. You're about as full as you can manage at all. Only thing you can do now is flee.” That assessment sounded very correct, but it was not what Ryuko wanted to hear. With Satsuki fully aware of her predicament and every bystander long since blown away by the battle, Ryuko dropped her Scissor Blade, buried her hands under the little skirt she had, and put her knees together to help just a little. “But you can't run away now, Matoi. You agreed to this fight, and you have to see it through. Perhaps you need a lesson in picking your battles.” “You're enjoying this, you Kiryuin bastard!” Ryuko was pissed, but she had other emotions going wild. Her eyes were shut tight, and a few tears starting running down her face. It had a lot to do with her almost flooding herself, but she was also mortified at where she was standing now. Everything was too much, she couldn't do anything anymore. It went against everything she had believed in for years now, but she had no choice: she had to give up. “Senketsu...I'm sorry.” Senketsu couldn't say anything before it happened. Parts of him started feeling wet and warm, his eye opened as wide as it could as he made forced exhalation noises. But it was so much worse for Ryuko. She also had to deal with the feeling of pee streaming down her legs, but she also had it soaking into her thigh-high socks and puddling around her shoes. She had to deal with that feeling of liquid getting stuck against her sensitive bits and feeling really disgusting. It was warm for a second, but rogue winds came in and cooled them down really fast, chilling her limbs and making her feel cold. It was humiliating, to put it lightly. Senketsu really couldn't do anything with this, getting completely drenched was interfering with his basic functions. With no control, he started flickering between normal clothing and combat forms, before losing consciousness on the school uniform. At the same time, Ryuko fell to her knees, getting herself even more wet, and let herself openly cry like the little girl she was acting like. Satsuki was the most important person in the school, everyone would know about this by tomorrow and be on her ass about it, why shouldn't she cry? Satsuki sheathed her sword watching it happen and delivered another speech. “Let this be your lesson, Ryuko Matoi! You must be aware of your body and its status to win! You must be able to put your physical complications aside and let resolve carry you! Until you understand these facts of life, that Kamui is wasted on you.” She turned and walked back to the building to resume business, leaving Ryuko dripping in humiliation. ---------------------- Ryuko laid on her sleeping mat in the Mankanshoku household as every member of the family was fast asleep a couple yards away in the same room. Senketsu was hanging on the door frame, still a little damp but mostly dried. Mako's mom was nice enough to clean Senketsu when Ryuko walked in the door, no questions asked. He was still unresponsive, but he was just sleeping now rather than unconscious. Still, Ryuko was up, and she needed something to talk to. “Senketsu...are you awake?” His eye opened and looked down at Ryuko. “I'm here. I assume you want to tell me to never mention what happened today?” “I'd appreciate it, but there's no point trying to forget it. Everyone at school's never going to shut up about the transfer student that challenged Satsuki Kiryuin, and wet herself in the fight. I can't believe I let this happen so badly, I'm 17! This hasn't happened to me since I was...actually, I don't want to talk about it.” Senketsu chuckled quietly, but Ryuko still heard. “Is there a story behind that one, Ryuko? We both know I won't tell anyone else your secret.” “...Fine. The thing is...I'm really scared of needles, I always have been, they terrify me. So one of my older schools required I get injections to stay, and I needed a lot of them. I can cope with one shot, but that many in a row...it was too much. I was...14.” Ryuko was clearly very ashamed about admitting that undisclosed bit of her life, but she still managed to laugh once. “I don't think I've gotten much better about that fear in the years since. You know, if Mako was awake right now, she'd probably say that sharing this makes us closer and better friends.” “We've synchronized now, you've accepted me that much. Do you want to be friends, Ryuko?” Ryuko smiled. “Yeah, I'd like that. Good night, Senketsu.” She rolled onto her side facing her new friend and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her. Tomorrow would be the dawn of a new morning, and Ryuko would prove herself to Satsuki Kiryuin, and the whole of Honnouji Academy. With a Kamui like Senketsu, she could beat anyone.
  22. Yo, so there's one part left of the Starlight omo fic before I move on to something else. I'm planning on doing lots of fics about lots of people, including Fluttershy and maybe some other ponies, Pirates of the Caribbean, and some hot-looking Youtubers. If there's anything you guys want, please tell me. You can suggest a person, a situation, anything. Feel free to be as specific as you want. I will gladly deliver. I hope. Anyways, see you soon!
  23. DespoDisciple

    female WWE FanFiction: AJ Lee

    It was Thursday 10 July 2014. Vince McMahon had called a meeting with all of WWE's creative writers. When they arrived, he explained that he had come up with an idea that would make the WWE, and wrestling as a whole, a lot more popular than ever before. "We scrap the PG crap and switch back to a style similar to the Attitude Era," he announced. At first the writers were skeptical. All of the WWE's younger fans would leave. But Vince explained that that was the plan. "Everyone except those fans have been complaining about the PG Era. So, we give them what they want. They're the fans that have been so loyal to us since day one. Once they hear the Attitude Era is back, the WWE will spread by word of mouth faster than you can say 'Screw Cena'." After this, the writers started to embrace the idea. Next, the Attitude Era's "release date" was discussed, and, shortly after, agreed upon. "At SummerSlam, the Attitude Era will return." This, however, was when Vince's real intentions became visible. "And what better way to return to the Attitude Era than with a 5 vs 5 divas tag team match: in the traditional bikinis?" The writers were all agreed. That would certainly grab the attention of the older WWE fans. But, several days before SummerSlam, Vince thought to himself: "Why stop at seeing them in bikinis? Why not have a bit of extra fun with this?" So he came up with a great plan. SummerSlam was just hours away from starting, and Vince decided he would become very hospitable with his female employees. "Here! Have some coffee! You'll need it, what with SummerSlam not starting until late on in the night." But there was one diva who had no idea that she was Vince's target: AJ Lee. What she hadn't seen was Mr. McMahon slip a diuretic into her coffee. "This should be good," he thought to himself. .................... "And, making their way to the ring, the team of Natalya, Brie Bella, Nikki Bella, Aksana, and AJ Lee!" The divas made their way to the ring, but it could be noticed that AJ was walking with an extra spring in her step. Sure, the fans were used to seeing her skipping her way to the ring, but this was more than skipping. She seemed a lot bouncier than ever before. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself. "I went to the bathroom before I got here. All I had was one coffee! Oh well... Surely I can hold a cup of coffee before this match is over?" The match started with Natalya and Kaitlin as the legal wrestlers. AJ, along with her other team-mates, were left standing on the apron, near the bottom-right turnbuckle. "AJ's looking very supportive, isn't she Cole?" "She definitely is, King! She's bouncing with energy, cheering on Natalya against her bitter enemy!" AJ, to her credit, disguised her predicament very well. She was bouncing very actively, screaming support for her team-mate. But, inside, she knew that her bouncing was necessary to keep her from embarrassing herself in front of WWE's now-massive crowd. The screaming was just a disguise, so she didn't look too noticeable when she was hopping from foot to foot. But Vince was watching her every move with delight. In the ring, Kaitlin was unloading on Natalya, so Natalya tagged AJ in. "Oh boy. Here goes nothing," she thought to herself. AJ got into the ring slowly; carefully. She and Kaitlin exchanged blows until Kaitlin hit her with a suplex. AJ's muscles trembled with every move that Kaitlin hit her with as her bladder begged for relief. She gained momentum, hitting Natalya with a couple of clotheslines, but she found that, after every move, she needed to give herself a quick pinch in the crotch to keep control of herself. Kaitlin was lying on the ground, and AJ was standing in the corner of the ring, taunting her, and waiting for her to rise to her feet before hitting her with a body slam. But she felt a spurt. She had to bury both of her hands into her crotch and dance from foot to foot to keep her bikini dry. "What on Earth's going on, King?!" "I don't know, but I for one am enjoying it!" Vince looked on from his office's TV and chuckled with pleasure. "I'm with you on that one, Jerry," he said to himself. Back in the ring, AJ managed to keep control of herself, but she couldn't wrestle any more, not in her situation. She tagged Brie Bella in, and took her place on the apron. The other divas looked confused, and Brie improvised by stomping on Kaitlin several times, but she then tagged AJ back in. "I'm sorry, AJ. But we have to follow the script. You can hang on," she whispered. "I-I don't think I can," AJ whimpered back. Nevertheless, she returned to the ring, and stood with her legs crossed with a pained expression on her face as she waited in agony for Kaitlin to get up so she could hit her with the body slam. Eventually, she did, and Kaitlin was hit with a textbook manoeuvre. "Very impressive from AJ there!" "Impressive indeed, Cole!" The match resumed for several minutes, and AJ began to grab her crotch with increasing obviousness. When the match was near its end, she had almost completely given up on trying to hide her problem, and just concentrated on retaining what was left of her dignity by keeping dry for the remainder of the match. There was one more move, and the match would be over. But then she remembered what that move was. "King, Kaitlin's brought a ladder into the ring!" "She's climbing to the top!" "Oh no," AJ thought to herself. Kaitlin jumped from the top of the ladder and drove her elbow straight into AJ's stomach. Landing, incidentally, right on her bladder. AJ braced herself all she could, but, once Kaitlin had delivered the move, she knew she had to pull out all the stops to prevent a huge humiliation. She crushed both of her hands into her crotch with all her strength, clamped her thighs together, and squirmed inside the ring. She somehow managed to keep her urine in. Kaitlin pinned her. "1....2....3!" It was over. Kaitlin's theme played, and she and her team-mates celebrated her victory. Meanwhile, AJ lay on the floor, on the verge of an accident. She managed to get herself backstage, and sprinted as fast as her bladder would allow her to the bathroom. "Out of order" "What?! Come on!" "I'm sorry, AJ," Vince started. "I've got a guy in there to try and fix it, and it should be fixed again after about five minutes." (Realism!) "In the meantime, I suggest you go get changed. By the time you're done, the bathroom should hopefully be fixed." AJ obliged, and went to her dressing room. She clenched her muscles with all her might as she kept her urine inside her bladder whilst she took off her bikini. She stripped successfully, but immediately felt a powerful contraction, and a resulting spurt. That was it. She took off, running towards the bathroom. "ARE YOU DONE YET?!" she cried in despair, drawing the attention of Vince and some other male wrestlers as she stood there, completely naked, hopping from one foot to the other, with one hand at her crotch and the other pounding on the door. But she couldn't stop the impending flood. It came out with an enormous burst, rushing through her fingers as it splattered all over the floor. After a few minutes, the flow subsided and became a trickle, until it stopped. AJ ran towards her dressing room with an expression of shame written across her face. Vince had never seen anything like it. Finally, he had seen his fantasy unfold right before his very eyes. But he couldn't have imagined that it would be anything like this. .................... Thank you for reading my story. I hope you liked it, and I would appreciate it very much if you could give me some feedback. I apologise for anything unrealistic that occurred during the story (e.g. The diuretic probably worked with inaccurate speed). Do you have any suggestions for another story involving AJ and/or another diva? Again, thank you.
  24. Hi everyone, After coming out about one of my fetishes(explained here:https://omorashi.org/topic/27865-a-personal-fetish-of-mine-outside-omorashi/#entry1111106 ) I thought I should share some writing that I have done about my fetish. I wrote this years ago; it's part of a larger story, but I wanted to see what everyone thought before I add more. If anyone is wondering, the Maya from the story is the same from Neon Genesis Evangelion. I thought she was cute and deserved more screen time. Anyway, if ya like or wondering what the hell I'm writing, feel free to drop a line with a comment.
  25. I am resurrecting a multi-part story I wrote about ten years ago that I don't think I ever shared with the fetish community and that got lost in the shuffle of multiple computer failures over the years. I still had my old storyboard for this one, which I have revamped and expanded a bit, and I'm rewriting it over time and posting the parts as I finish them. This is a fanfiction in the universe of the 90s/00s sitcom "Friends" involving our shared interest. I've entitled the story "The One with the Wet Rumors" in an homage to the Friends naming convention. CHAPTER 1: Monica's Discovery Her sanctuary hummed with perfect order – that fifth floor walk-up in the heart of Manhattan that’d been home to the Gellar girls since 1959. Monica smiled and glanced up from her magazine at the apartment; not the same as it had always been, now that Chandler had moved in. Normally, such changes wouldn’t sit well with someone as high-maintenance as her; but just as Chandler had seemed to fall perfectly into her arms in London, the changes he brought to her home seemed to flow perfectly into her heart. They’d had a few minor skirmishes along the way, and there was the hideous leather Barker Lounger she’d made space for in her increasingly eclectic living room. But on the whole, his arrival had seemed easier than she thought possible. She hated that Barker Lounger 22 hours a day, but there was a small period each afternoon when she took a seat in the beastly contraption in order to enjoy her little secret ritual. This deeply personal game was easier to hide now that all of her friends were gainfully employed with day jobs while she worked evenings as a head chef at Alisandro’s. There’d been times when she was the lunch chef at that wretched little 50s themed diner or when her old roommate Rachel worked only in the mornings or evenings at Central Perk and her apartment was constantly filled with her friends – especially Phoebe and Joey, who’d had trouble staying employed. In those days, it was a challenge to test her will power at all, and when she did, she was always gambling on being noticed and having to give up prematurely and make a trip to the bathroom. All great athletes thirst for the fire of competition – some men pound weights so they can hit a small white ball hundreds of feet, others fight for goofy trophies in colorful helmets and bulky body armor, but Monica’s was the purest competition of all. It was her against herself – her favorite kind of battle – and better yet, it was her against an irresistible force of nature. Like she did every afternoon at three, Monica badly needed to pee. Through the many years she’d been playing this little game and keeping score in oh so many ways, she’d never been found out. There’d been a few close calls. She’d gambled once while the friends were gathered to watch ‘Days of Our Lives’, only to find out that Joey had been killed off and the group had to dash over to his apartment to console him, leaving her no time to pee and on the verge of a spectacular accident outside his locked apartment door. In her college years, she always waited as long as she could stand it at parties, and had even wet her panties once, but she hid the evidence in a really old bean bag chair and if anyone noticed, it never got back to her. And in high school, where this all began, all eyes were on the beautiful people – girls like Rachel – and not on poor Monica, who, at the time, was more than a bit rotund. She’d learned to love challenging her bladder during long, dull afternoons in math and history classes. The bathrooms at Lincoln High were always filthy and there was no way she was ever going to sit on one of those toilets, so she always held it until she got home, at first out of necessity, but eventually, it became her favorite part of the day. The throbbing, tingling sensation between her legs reminded her why she loved this game so much. She could feel her parts growing damp as the tantalizing pressure increased in her pelvis. She knew the stages so intimately after ten years of mastering her technique and pushing the envelope when she really wanted a challenge. First, she’d feel that gentle pressure as her body registered a need, then there’d be a brief period where it felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t go immediately – she’d have to fidget in her seat and cross her legs for a little while until her body got the message: “I’m in control here, not you!” Then, for a good hour, the urges from her bladder would become steadier and easier to ignore – just a dull ache and the occasional little wave of tingling that made her heart skip a beat. If she went on ignoring it for long enough, she’d feel her insides heating up, as though someone had lit a fire between her hips, and her pulse would quicken with each wave of ever-increasing urgency. Her sphincter would begin to burn and she’d start sweating just a little around her forehead and underarms. Generally speaking, she’d go on holding her pee until it reached a point where she couldn’t relax even a tiny bit between desperate pulses of her distended bladder and she felt her muscles begin to tremor at the strain of keeping all that gold locked up. Then she’d get up from the Barker Lounger – no sense gambling on her grandmother’s antique couch. If something went wrong, the Barker Lounger would have to go…and wouldn’t that be a shame! If she was alone, she’d run for the toilet grabbing her crotch as she went – not so much to stem the flow as to feel the fabric of her panties grinding against her throbbing lips as she hobbled. With company, she prided herself on quite demurely and calmly walking to the bathroom while inside, she was dying for release. And oh that release…it was always glorious, and if no one could hear her, she’d let herself moan and pant like a dog in heat until the flow slowed to a trickle. Oh the fun she’d had all those years. Oh the fun she was going to have today. She’d decided to test her abilities a bit more than usual. Generally, these days, she’d have two of those giant mugs of coffee at Central Perk while eating lunch with the gang, then head upstairs and chase the coffee with one or two glasses of water and settle in for the ride. Today, however, she had her usual coffee plus a diet coke at lunch (this time at Café Maurice, since she was entertaining the troops from Alisandro’s in an attempt to make peace with the staff) and two bottles of water between Brooklyn and her living room. That was a lot of fluid for such a small person, and she was determined to make it all the way to 4 PM like she always did. If she couldn’t even control her own bladder, what could she control? Speaking of controlling herself, she was forced to press her crossed legs more tightly together and her hand balled involuntarily into a white-knuckled fist for a moment as she tried to concentrate on her People Magazine. Who did that article say was dating Angelina Jolie? Sean Penn or Penn and Teller? She laughed at that thought…and at the realization that she’d been ‘reading’ for at least the last twenty minutes and couldn’t remember a word of it. Perhaps that was a bad sign. She didn’t usually lose her focus until at least 3:30, and it was hardly 3:10 yet. “Oh boy…” she suddenly said through clenched teeth as another pulse hit her. “Not yet!” she hissed at herself as she caught her breath. It was game on, now! Why had she chosen skinny jeans today? They made her look svelte and athletic, but she knew she wanted a good challenge. “Well, gonna have to unbutton,” she thought to herself as her fingers battled the tight little button atop the waistband of her designer jeans. When it finally came loose she sharply inhaled and let it go with a satisfied puff through pursed lips. “Oh yeah,” she whispered. “Thank God.” The pressure eased off for a moment and she turned her attention back to her magazine in a futile effort to keep her mind off her bladder. “Billy Bob Thornton! Where’d I get Sean Penn from?” she chuckled out loud. “Oh…that ad for ‘Up at the Villa’,” she concluded with a nod. She felt a twinge in her bladder, just enough to make her hold her breath to stop from laughing. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee,” she chanted for a bit while her insides quivered and her pee hole burned…without even thinking about it, she ran her hand rapid fire over her crotch as though she were trying to start a fire there and frantically bobbed her top leg a few times before the pain subsided. “Oooh…” she grunted, as if to punctuate that spasm. It was happening way faster than she’d intended. There was no way she was going to make it to four at this rate. “No, damn it! I am not a quitter!” she scolded herself, a bit more loudly than she’d intended. But sitting down wasn’t helping, so she got up and paced uncomfortably around her coffee table. “Thank God Ugly Naked Guy doesn’t still live across the street,” she murmured. “And thank God Ross isn’t still on sabbatical!” With the apartment across the way empty, there was no one to see her desperate battle. She was fast approaching the point where she would normally give in and head for the bathroom – there were no steps in her playbook beyond this point. She had no idea what would happen if she tried to last another fifty minutes. But one thing was for sure, the thought of that bathroom was a mistake. She quickly stopped her pacing and doubled over, clamping down on her groin with both hands and both thighs. “That was different,” she said to no one in particular. The burning and throbbing she knew was slowly being replaced by a strange new electric storm in her nether regions; this despite the undeniable pain above. “Oh lord…oh God…” she grunted as another shock-wave stiffened her legs. “I really can’t do this,” she said as the urgency diminished for a few precious seconds. Just as she made a beeline for the bathroom, however, her phone rang – the noise startling her just enough to redouble her agony. “Shit!” she growled. “This better be quick.” She extracted the cordless phone from the base unit by her couch and answered. “Hello.” The voice on the other end was her mother’s, and her heart sank. “Hi Mom, can I call you right back? I was just in the middle of…” but it was one of those calls. Her mother could not be stopped when she launched into a speech, and this…was definitely a speech. “Mom…Mom…MOM!” A brief moment of silence ensued, followed by an annoyed tone. She felt a bead of sweat forming just left of her left eye and rolling down along her hairline as she stood stock still, every inch of her body shaking with the strain of holding back the flood. “Mom…I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be rude, you just caught me at a bad time! I swear, I’ll call you right back in five minutes and you can go right on yelling at me.” Ever since her parents had found out about Chandler, they weren’t terribly thrilled with her. They didn’t dislike him, exactly – not since Thanksgiving anyway; they just didn’t think he’d ever propose to her. This was one of those moments where Judy felt like ranting about how Monica needed to get more serious and date someone who was more commitment minded. As if she needed her mother’s opinion on the matter! Yep…she was still talking and Monica wasn’t hearing any of the words at this point. “Mom, please…I just need to do something really quick…” It was like talking to a wall. While trying not to explode! She’d broken into a full on sweat now, beads dripping from between raven black strands of hair and making her armpits damp. Squatting was her last refuge – there was no trick left to help stave off disaster that she could imagine. All of her might went into squeezing herself shut, the phone barely pinned between her shoulder and her cheek. And on and on, her mother droned. Monica thought she recognized the all too familiar warning, “You’re not getting any younger.” But otherwise, this might as well have been the horn from peanuts. “Wah wah wah…waaahhh.” “Mom…pleeeease…just…ooh…I can’t…” she sucked in her breath and held it for a few more seconds, but somehow, as a tiny trickle of pee slipped through her swollen lips, she knew that when she dared let that breath go, she was done for. With her last ounce of strength, stopped that little leak and let the phone fall from her shoulder – her mother would have to go on talking to thin air. As she exhaled, a deep moan forced its way out of her. “Oh goooodddddddd…” and the dam broke with a furious hiss that instantly darkened her form-fitting jeans and rushed down her thighs. She tried to stand and race for the bathroom, but the exhaustion of holding for so long made her legs shaky and she fell off to the left, the impact quickening the flow of hot pee into her pants. Like a woman possessed, she gave up trying for the bathroom, threw her head back and moaned for joy at the immense relief of fully relaxing and letting it go. “Oooohhh yess…yesss…oh…oh lord…” Her unthinking hand reached under the waistband of her jeans and found its way to her sopping wet womanhood, instinctively stroking every crevice even as pee rushed through her fingers and pooled under her butt on the hardwood floor. Somewhere, distantly, over the rush of her heart beating monstrously in her ears, she could still hear her mother’s voice nagging her cluelessly through the phone. And for the first time since she was old enough to understand, she didn’t care. Her flow became a trickle, then a few quick squirts as she pushed to empty her bladder fully, and then it was over. And then her fingers moved more quickly, probing and searching for another kind of release. Oblivious to the footsteps in the hall, she groaned again and stroked her much flatter stomach with her free hand as she grew ever closer to orgasm. “Hey, Monica, can I borrow your OH MY GOD!!” The world froze and Monica’s mind – gone for the last ten minutes – lurched back into place between her ears. “Oh my!” the voice said suggestively. Terror was all she could fathom.