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  1. Fiction story: You are awake in the morning, but not out of bed yet. It's Saturday, after all. Then you hear water flowing. It's too much to be the ice maker, and it sounds like it's coming from the bathroom. You arise to investigate. Suddenly, you realize this might be an intruder. After all, if a burglar needed to pee while he was on the job, why wouldn't he? You move forward slowly, with as much stealth as your plump, fluffy body allows (quite a lot, actually). Peeking through the open door, a fantastic sight meets your eyes. Toriel, your love retreated, is standing in front of the sink, facing away from you. She is completely naked, her features and curves even more beautiful than you remembered. Most amazing of all, however, is that she is pissing harder than you thought possible, seemingly effortlessly. You continue to edge forward. The sink overflows with Toriel's unending donation of golden urine, unable to contain it all. Without stopping, she turns her head, and looks at you. She smiles. "Well," she says, "aren't you the naughty one, Gorey..." Real story: So, I opened up this asset of a bathroom, and I found it didn't even have a toilet! Let alone a bathtub. Well, someone would need to deal with that! I have no explanation as to why Toriel would plug the sink, though, unless she wanted to spill...
  2. So i saw this really weird video years ago and i cannot for the life of me find it again. But I remember it so distictly. It was a black and white animated short film, and it had this deep voiced narrato who only spoke in rhyme. There was this thick, black-coded bird lady(either a chicken or a duck) with an afro, wearing tight shorts, she stops her car at a gas station, desperately hobbles to the mini mart in clear distress, holding her stomach and clenching her butt, as the narrator says she's looking for the "nearest commode". She gets inside and goes towards the restroom, but is stopped by a giant, angry faced chicken man. She pleades to him "let me use your bathroom. I'm not feeling to well." But he gets really angry for some reason and knocks her to the ground and wants to hurt her. She looks up at him with anger and fearlessness, pulls out a feather, and tickles the chicken man into unconciousness. He falls back and breaks the bathroom door down, and the lady stands confidently and can finally use the bathroom. But she quickly realizes its too late, as the narrator announces "she had already... GONE."
  3. I tag my stories thoroughly, sue me. Lana is an OC (or i guess FC since she's a Mareep?) of mine, and her reference can be found on my Furaffinity in my profile. Which is very NSFW. She is also over 18, specifically 19. Enjoy. ---------- It had been a long day for Lana. Forgetting to set her alarm clock in the morning (admittedly not a very uncommon) and having to rush out the door to not be too late for class would normally not be a huge deal. Having a pretty time-crunched day of classes, also not normally a huge deal; it happened twice a week, after all. Having your dance shift at work happening basically as soon as you got out of class, also not a huge deal. All of that happening at once on the same day? A huge deal. Lana rushed into the building, still carrying all of her school bags since heading home could have made her late, and even now she was barely on time. One of the club managers approached her, a thirty-something Emolga lady that Lana was actually quite fond of, even if she was a little out there sometimes. "Oh, Lana, you're just in time! You look a little frantic, is something wrong?" "Uh... a little awkward to say, but I've really gotta piss." "But your show's on in a couple minutes! C'mon, you'll be fine, get yourself dressed." "But-" "Hurry! If you're late the customers won't be happy, and then we'll both not be happy!" Lana grimaced, shifting on her feet and squeezing her crotch. She knew her manager didn't mean poorly, and she did have a point, but still... that woman could be awful stubborn about these things, and Lana could tell it'd just be better to get her dance over with and hope for the best rather than argue and be late. Thus, she made her way backstage to lock away her street clothes and bags, leaving herself half-naked in her favorite green bra and panties. A lot of people commented that it looked nice on her blue skin and yellow wool, but right now all Lana could think about is if they'd say the same if something else yellow stained them. Lana looked at the clock behind her and sighed. Nope, no time to take a quick leak, she had to get onstage now. At least her first routine for today was a solo one; worst case scenario, wetting herself would be worse with a partner next to her than without one. Shaking the thought out of her mind, she stepped up onto the stage, and as if nothing was amiss, began to dance. For all the desperation leading up to the performance, she was able to hide it rather well once it started. Granted, her initial movements were slow and teasing; none of the high-energy moves she was known for came in until the second half when she had taken off her bra already. A perceptive watcher could notice her leg muscles twitching a little, but nobody was that perceptive while they were watching a barely-clothed Mareep girl dance around a pole. A little past five minutes into her shift, though, Lana felt her first big wave of desperation. She closed her eyes and clenched her hand into her crotch, earning her an odd look from a couple of audience members. However, she did her best to play it off as a move to tease, and slowly moved her hand away again, luckily still dry. Internally, though, her alarms were in full alert: she was pretty close to decidedly not still being dry, after all, and her confidence in making it through the show was starting to wane. Now a third of the way through her show, and Lana was sweating. She made sure to keep one of her hands close to her crotch as much as she could, just in case, but it was time to take off the bra: a bit of a risky move. Slowly, both hands raised up and behind her, preparing to undo the clasp of her bra. Just as the fabric began to fall away from her chest, another strong wave of desperation crashed over her. She gasped and her hands dove downward to fight the wave, but it was just a bit too late. Lana tried her best not to openly grimace on stage, but her panties had a wet spot on them now, and she obviously didn't have anything on her to hide it with. She tried playing it off, touching herself a little and softly moaning, suggesting to the audience it might be another, hotter fluid, but a couple of souls in the audience didn't exactly look convinced. Even further unusual, the sudden shock had caused her to drop her bra, instead of throw it for some lucky audience member to catch like she usually would. With her tits out, the situation was both less and more dire. She didn't have to pay as much attention to her breasts, as the sight of them bouncing, swaying, and jiggling would distract some, and she could keep her hands closer to her nethers. However, the more extravagant moves would be expected of her, requiring quick and sudden movements that her bladder might not be able to take. It wouldn't just take a very quick eye to see the wet spot on her underwear, especially since it seemed to be slowly growing as the minutes passed. Each short leak was met with dread from Lana; her dance was half over, but her floodgates were far past half broken. Keeping silent and feigning that everything was fine was working fine to fool the crowd, but that was very quick to change. Lana could feel her bladder muscles quivering with exhaustion, and slowly she realized that she wasn't going to make it through these last ten minutes dry. The leaks were becoming more erratic and slightly longer, and her urine was starting to drip onto the stage. Whispers were spreading through the crowd, and while a few of them seemed more into it now then they were before, a few people in contrast left the stands, thinking this was some planned fetish thing they weren't informed of. Lana would have loved for that to be the case, because then the embarrassment of what was imminent might sting a bit less. Maybe she could play it off like that afterwards, but not to her manager... One final challenge waited for Lana, one that she both didn't want to reach and wanted to get over with: taking off her panties. It required stopping her motion and going slow and sensual, and she already knew that would be the last straw. Still, she had to do it, and her movements around the pole slowed down. Facing away from the crowd, showing them her ass, she slowly began to peel off her wet, dripping panties with one hand, using the other to tantalizingly cover her privates, and try to keep a few last moments of control. It didn't work. As soon as the open air touched Lana's pussy, and the first warm spurt hit Lana's hands unimpeded by fabric, she knew it was over. Her dam burst open, and the hot piss that she was only barely still able to hold onto finally released with force. Instinctively, she gripped her crotch tightly, pleading for just a few more minutes of tenuous control so she could get to a backstage bathroom with only moderate shame. No luck, and all she succeeded in was getting her hands soaked with pee. Slowly and shakily, she turned back towards the crowd, still peeing, and moved her hands away, showing them her fully exposed body despite the conditions. Despite the humiliation, Lana couldn't ignore how pleasurable it was to finally get some relief after hours of holding it all day. Wetting herself in front of all these people, all of whom were too stunned or too aroused to take their eyes away... there was an undeniable hotness in her loins from that. Her face was flushed red from both embarrassment and arousal now, and a way to save this dawned on her. Once again, her hands slid between her legs. Not to make a futile attempt to stop the flow this time, but to pleasure herself. Almost as soon as the flow of piss stopped and the puddle began to settle on the stage, Lana reached her climax, moaning in pleasure (not something patrons were unfamiliar with) and adding a clearer, stickier fluid to the pool beneath her feet. Both her bra and panties were soaked with urine from sitting near her when she wet herself, but Lana wasn't about to let some detail like that get in the way of tradition. She picked up both of the dripping articles and, making sure to aim at the people who definitely looked like they were into it rather than just shocked, threw them out into the crowd for her new fans. Then, acting like nothing unusual had happened, she walked offstage. Backstage, her manager immediately ran to her, carrying a towel and a frantic expression. "Lana! Why didn't you say it was that bad? I'm so sorry, I should've just-" "It's, um... fine." Lana took the towel and started wiping her wet legs dry. "Oh, that's a relief then!" Her manager's expression switched to a smile again. "Maybe it's crass to say this now, but... you've already got a few people from that audience wanting a private room. Should I tell them no, or..." Lana laughed at this. "Tell them I'll think about it."
  4. I haven't written fanfiction in like half a decade, but hey, when inspiration strikes. Back then I know some people here enjoyed a previous one of my stories, so I thought I'd share this one too. Warnings for explicit sexual content at the end, dubcon, d/s dynamics, and of course pee stuff. Starts off more lighthearted then gets horny. I can't promise quality, but I can guarantee earnestness. Characters are depicted as 18+. If you want to read on AO3 (with slightly better formatting), the link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36424873/chapters/90821737 ------------------------------------------------------------------ “This is the HOTTEST tea shop! HOT HOT HOT!! 50% off!” Noelle peeked shyly around the corner. These alleyways were truly a labyrinth, and, like seemingly all of Cyber City, populated entirely with vast numbers of strange little guys. This was in many ways a good thing – she had only just barely managed to shake Queen off her tail this last time, and thankfully the maze of neon-spattered city streets and side-roads provided an enumerable number of handy hiding spots and various cubby holes. If she couldn’t quite escape being advertised to, she could at least escape being captured again, and – God forbid – having her face turned into a robot one. Whatever that meant. “For $100, choose your OWN flavor!!” Having checked the store-fronts for a second time and seeing no sight nor sound of Queen, Noelle hurried out and across the street, aiming to backtrack to where she had last seen Susie, and Kris. She kept her head down and sped across the road at a brisk pace, but unfortunately – and typically – didn’t quite manage to escape the searching gaze of the smiling lil’ guy hawking tea in front of the store. “You there! Girl in the strange shoes! You can choose your OWN flavor!” The Addison continued in their exuberant monotone. “And for a limited time only, free samples of SOMEBODY ELSE’s own flavor!” Noelle paused in front of the store. “Th- these aren’t shoes!” She blushed slightly. “They’re my hooves…” “Ah, hooves! All the better for handling the heated floors of the HOTTEST tea shop!” They brandished a tray of oddly colored beverages, only slightly threateningly. “Do you want to chose your OWN flavor?” “Um, maybe I could take a free sample?” Noelle glanced about, hoping that she wouldn’t be drawing too much attention. “For a limited time only!!!” the Addison shouted excitedly, “a Lightner came through here earlier, ordered a gallon of her OWN flavor, and then refused to pay. [[Reminder that all purchases made at the HOTTEST tea shop® are non-refundable non-fungible transactions recorded to the Cyber Blockchain.]] So for a limited time only, you can try HER OWN FLAVOR, as a free sample!!” “Well, I suppose I-” Noelle stopped, already finding a surprisingly dainty teacup filled with a murky pink liquid shoved into her hands, “oh, okay, sure!!” Warily, she raised the cup to her lips, and- “Oh my God!!! What’s in this!” Maybe she’d made a mistake ignoring all the other vendors on her way here. These Dark World goods were better than she’d thought! “It’s her OWN flavor!” repeated the excited Addison. “Such a… deep flavor, and a pungent aroma as well…” Noelle closed her eyes, taking it in. “How much of this do you have??” “For a limited time price of only $200, our entire stock is yours!” The Addison bounced up and down at the prospect of possible sale, only just barely managing to keep the precariously balanced tray of ‘OWN flavor’ teas from spilling onto the ground. “Well gee... I guess Queen did lend me that temporary royal credit card so that I could commission bitcrushed techno beats and AI-generated portraits of her face as part of her plan to take over the world…” “At the HOTTEST tea shop, we accept all forms of currency!” the Addison babbled, “simply insert card here.” They opened their mouth in a wide grin, revealing mechanical slot for a card reader where one would expect a throat to be. Well, anything for commerce, thought Noelle. “O-okay…” Noelle didn’t have nearly enough inventory space to carry the massive multi-gallon jar of pungent pink liquid that the Addison subsequently produced, but then she hadn’t been planning on saving any of it anyway. It was just too good, and she savoured every minute of it. Some time later… “K… Kris…? Isn’t that the wrong way…?” Somehow she was already regretting this. She’d known Kris almost as long as she could remember, but it was no secret that the human had always been a little strange, especially recently. There was something different in the way they carried themselves, a sort of vacancy in the eyes through which Noelle could sense a distant… coolness. It was the sort of look she wasn’t quite sure she liked, although with it she could also sense a faint aura of confidence that the Kris of her childhood – never quite fitting in, never quite belonging – had often lacked. In a way, that was comforting. Kris seemed far more in their element here than Noelle felt, and given how close that last encounter with Queen had been, she needed somebody near her that she could stick to. Someone she could rely on in this strange world they had both ended up in. ...At least, until she found Susie again, that was… Kris glanced at her wordlessly, beckoning her on in the direction they had chosen. “Well, at least it’s further away from where Queen wanted to go,” she thought to herself. Kris had been walking around here longer than she had, and probably knew some good hiding spots. Or maybe that was where Susie had gone? Susie and… her mind skated lightly over the strange, yet familiar figure she had seen with Susie before, and focused back on Kris. She followed. She had barely taken two steps before something burst around the corner, a strange creature made of angles and lines throwing itself into the pair of Lightners and forcing them to jump back. Noelle shrieked as she landed, something in her stomach shifting somewhat uncomfortably. The world around them looked… different somehow, the background seeming to oddly fade away. Kris had drawn their sword and stood facing the creature, ready for action. All three of them stood still. Taking a few moments to wonder why nobody was saying anything at these strange events, she turned to Kris. “H-huh!? What’s going on!? What are we doing!?” Kris raised their shield. “Cast Iceshock,” they said. “W- Huh?” Kris stared at the creature, and didn’t repeat themselves. Oh well, they never really had been one for words. Iceshock? Like in ‘Dragon Blazers 2’? Did they mean… Noelle raised her hand, uncertainly. Suddenly, a chill seemed to fill the air around her. A strange sense of power overtook her, and, before she knew it, cold was seeping into her clothes, running up her arm, and- bam! The feeling shot out of her, flying towards the creature. Was she doing this? Somehow she wasn’t so sure. Her family had always had a little ice magic in them, but nothing quite like this. Kris’ words, and this strange world, seemed to have filled her with new potential. Before she had a chance to think, ice crystals were forming on the body of the strange creature that had assaulted them, and a pale blue sheen was racing over its jagged outer skin. In no more than a few seconds, it hung before them in the air, frozen solid, an oddly pleasing, glittering popsicle sheen covering its slightly ominous pointy form. It looked something like a piece of bad modern art. Kris put their shield away, and the world around them seemed to solidify back to how it had been before. Noelle had to catch her breath. It was a good thing she had Kris with her – this place seemed to be a lot more dangerous than she had thought! Creatures attacking them without a moment’s notice, jumping in their path, having to be dispatched by spells! No wonder Kris had been carrying weapons on their strange outfit. That must be how things worked around here – it really was like in ‘Dragon Blazers’. She shivered, the remainder of the cold sensation of the spell still hanging in the air around her. She looked at Kris gratefully for telling her what to do – she really did feel more prepared now – but then hunched over slightly. The feeling she had first noticed in the combat was back, and she blushed to herself privately in embarrassment. She really had drunk to much of that wonderful tea earlier, and the cold chill of spellcasting plus the shock of their recent encounter apparently hadn’t helped matters. She wondered if the Cyber City had bathrooms. (Did computer people need bathrooms? Maybe to change their… electricity?). Regardless of the answer to her question, Kris was already walking further in the direction they had been going before. Not wanting to lose them in the complicated twists and turns of the alleyways, Noelle followed. She’d have to keep an eye out for an appropriate place to powder her nose (both figuratively and literally – how else would she retain that perfect holly red sheen?). The next few battles passed much the same as the first one had. Now that she was with Kris, assailants seemed to come across them at an ever increasing pace. The city apparently had a diverse fauna of dangerous creatures that Kris instructed her to deal with in the now familiar manner – “cast Iceshock”. Noelle felt the spell coming more easily each time, the rush of power building within her coming more easily from her fingers. Each combat session also seemed to increase the magnitude of the spell, the effect – the freezing of her opponent – becoming gradually stronger. Before long, very few foes took more than one or two castings to freeze entirely. Kris looked on approvingly at this. “Cast Iceshock,” they said, somehow layering greater meaning onto these words each time. If Noelle had been paying more attention, she might have noticed some strange changes that were occurring in the city that the pair walked through. With each new corner they turned, the streets seemed to empty out, the population of weird lil’ guys selling various digital goods becoming increasingly sparse. The traffic on the roads – once jam packed to the point of stalling Noelle’s progress – was now almost uniformly barren, the odd car running in the opposite direction at the sight of the pair, the crosswalks occupied only by the odd frozen statue of a vanquished foe as Kris doubled back on their route in their oddly… thorough exploration of the ends of the Cyber City’s streets and alleyways. Noelle however did not notice this, because she was increasingly starting to have a major problem that occupied that larger part of her awareness that wasn’t focussed on follow Kris and freezing various enemies. In retrospect, drinking more than a gallon of strange pink liquid while exploring a bizarre computer city in another world might not have been the best of ideas, but Noelle had never been one for extensive forethought about this kind of thing. When she was younger, she had misjudged her capacity for drinking large amounts of kid-friendly eggnog on night-time forest treks without adequate bathroom breaks more than once, resulting in frantic runs back to the house, and – on one memorable occasion – an embarrassing incident where she hadn’t quite made it in time. Kris had had a hysterical time teasing the poor girl, and Azzy had had to lead her back to her house on his own, the tearful Noelle trying to hide her wet clothes as they crossed the street. She had made sure to always be a more mindful after that, and nothing similar had repeated itself since, especially now that she was no longer a child. ...Noelle tried to push the uncomfortable prospect out of her mind. The issue was that her excess with the tea earlier was starting to recall some of those previous incidents uncomfortably vividly. She crossed her legs together and shifted, hoping Kris wouldn’t notice her awkward pose. She certainly wouldn’t let them know – the last thing she wanted was for Kris to bring up the old story once again, especially when they were both in such a precarious situation. Steeling herself internally and ignoring the nagging urge, she continued on. Rounding a corner into a slightly larger city plaza, the pair came across a billboard with a large poster of a ferris wheel displayed prominently across the front, slogans lining the board next to it. Noelle was impressed; the depicted ride was huge! Kris stopped in front of the billboard, and Noelle followed. “Gosh, that’s amazing! Makes the one at the festival look like a toy, haha!” Noelle paused for a moment, remembering the funfair ferris wheel at the Hometown festival, where young couples would queue up for a brief moment’s alone time situated above the bustle and festival lights. “I… I wonder if Susie would want to…” She stopped, and laughed at herself. Was she being too obvious in front of Kris? “...Gosh, who am I kidding.” Kris turned to her, and, unusually, spoke. “I will ride with you.” Noelle once again cast her mind back to those trips as a kid. She knew what that entailed. “Oh, so you can shake it when we reach the top?” She laughed, and, internally, cringed at the thought of being on a rocking ferris wheel car in her present… predicament. “Just like at the festival when we were kids? I KNOW there’s a catch with you, Kris! NO thanks!” Kris tilted their head, and looked at her. Their expression was almost blank… almost, but not quite. “Noelle will ride with me.” “H- Huh?” Noelle suddenly felt put on the spot. Something about her childhood… friend(?)’s tone seemed different, this time. “I mean… S-sure, if you, um… really want to! You can, um, make up for when we were kids!” Kris stared at her. Somehow she felt that that wasn’t exactly what they had in mind. Since when did Kris get so… no, no way, it had to be some kind of prank. Kris, whose gaze had been fixed on Noelle, abruptly turned away, and started to walk away from the billboard. Noelle started to take a step to follow them, then abruptly stopped short. A pang shot through her bladder, and – gosh, this was worse than she had thought – she had to catch herself to avoid what might have been a slight dampness in her panties. Wow, this was a bad time for Kris to be acting so weird. She’d have to excuse herself for a moment. “Kris? H-hold on a moment.” Kris stopped and turned back around. “I… do you know if there’s any sort of bathroom around here? I need a moment before we keep going!” Kris stared at her blankly. “K-Kris?” She paused a moment. “I said-” “Proceed.” Kris was staring at her, their eyes meeting hers. It was a steady gaze, and, somehow, the most intense look that anyone had given in her entire life. The faint air of blank coldness was now enhanced, but matched by a kind of compelling intensity that at once both horrified her and pulled her deeper in. A sense emanated from Kris that whoever was on the receiving end of that look, *would* do what they said. Noelle didn’t even argue. Squeezing her legs together ever so slightly, Noelle turned to keep following Kris. Something in her head felt fuzzy, and she had started walking again almost before she even had a chance to realise it. Each footstep sent a dull pang to her bladder, but the odd feelings she was getting from Kris forced her to ignore the discomfort. In a day that had already been filled with more than enough weird magic shit, Noelle wasn’t sure if this new kind of enchantment scared or excited her – and not knowing the difference made her nervous enough in itself. She wondered if Kris knew what she was feeling, or if they were oblivious to her entirely. Just what had happened to her childhood playmate? Rounding the next corner, Noelle failed to notice the next smiling Addison until they were already trying to sell them something. “Ohhon!! Two young beings together on a school night… Could I interest you in some brand new Dating Shoes…?” “H-huh…? Noelle stammered, taken aback. “No, no, you’ve got it totally wrong! Kris and I are just… umm…” She glanced at Kris. They stared back coldly. Noelle shivered, then jumped, squeezing her legs together a little more tightly. This was no time to be losing focus! “Fr… friends?” Kris had been her neighbour forever. They’d been through so much, sometimes it felt like they knew each other better than anyone. Yet, somehow, it was hard to say they were exactly friends. Especially now. Especially now that Kris had started leading her through this bizarre place, and talking to her so strangely. Now that Kris had a strange sort of ulterior intent in their tone. No, it felt a lot more like- “We’re something else,” Kris announced. Well, yes, that was becoming more true by the minute. But, what did it mean? There was no good interpretation, that was for sure. Kris turned and began marching in the other direction, but it seemed that the would-be shoes salesperson hadn’t quite given up hope on getting something out of them. Noelle guessed they must not yet have noticed the disruption that she and Kris had been spreading through the city in their wake. Even Noelle was starting to be unnerved by the icy sculptures glittering under the Cyber City neon. Just… what was she doing? But she didn’t dwell on it for too long. Her attention was fully occupied by Kris, and the distracting, swollen feeling in her abdomen. That and the Addison, who was waving and calling out again. “If you’re something else, maybe a Dating Shoes isn’t right…?” they pleaded, trying to call Kris back. “Maybe I could interest you in a FreezeRing?” “Huh…? A ring…?” Noelle thought that that sounded even more inappropriate to her and Kris’… situation… than a Dating Shoes. “Faha, sorry, I don’t think WE need something like that!” “C’mon, angel!” the chatty Addison needled, “you can’t get stronger without good equipment!” “Stronger…? R-right, I guess that’s how it works here…” They did have a point, after all. Noelle had played more than her fair share of Dragon Blazers, fought more than her fair share of random encounters in that game, and, if the same rules applied, then, well, getting stronger was the point, wasn’t it? Isn’t that what they had been doing? Why Kris had been collecting Dark Dollars from the creatures she had ki- that she had defeated? Why she was the one casting the spells. To get stronger… Kris wanted her to be stronger. Still, it didn’t seem like Kris was the type to treat her to new equipment before themself. Not with their new assertive edge to their personality. Kris buying her a ring? Yeah, righ- “Get it.” There it was. That voice again. Noelle froze. A chill seemed to run down the back of her neck, travelling down her spine, dancing around inside of her until- ah! Noelle squeezed her legs shut tightly. She had almost lost control again. God, she needed to pee bad. She… she had to…… Kris was still staring at her. She straightened up and tuned back into the situation at hand. “H… huh?” The voice still had her disorientated. “Kris, you’d… buy it for me…? Sure, I guess… we could ask about it. How much does it cost?” “Just a small fee of $(n+1)!” announced the Addison, proudly. “Huh? S-sorry, we don’t have that much money!” Damn, just slightly off as well! Still, it was nice of Kris to offer... “Get it.” Noelle’s head snapped up once again at the sound of their voice. “Huh? Me…? You… were asking ME to get it?” What was happening, she thought to herself, the sounds of her own internal monologue bouncing around her head as though the situation would start to make more sense with repetition. What was Kris…? “Kris, c’mon, you know we can’t afford that…” “Get it.” “Wh… what?” Did they mean? No, they couldn’t mean… “Kris, I just told you, we… we don’t have the money.” Noelle shivered again. She almost didn’t notice the warm drop of dampness that slightly moistened her underwear, taking advantage of her distraction. She clamped down tightly. She had to focus on Kris now. “What… what are you asking me to do…? You… you aren’t asking me to just…?” “Get it.” They absolutely were asking her to. “K-Kris, no, I… not me, I could never…” Couldn’t she? Could she? She had been getting stronger after all. In this world… you had to keep… getting… “Get it.” “I……” She got the FreezeRing. As she slipped it on, a shock flooded through her body, and multiple things happened at once. Firstly, she felt a surge of potential. The magical power that Kris had unlocked in her in that first battle had been building inside of her, almost as rapidly as the growing ache inside her bladder, but now she could feel, instantly, that it had been magnified sevenfold. She felt deadly. She felt lethal. She also felt… Cold. The power that shot through her body, radiating out from the ring, took the form of an icy chillness that settled into her veins. She was no stranger to snow, and this cold felt like part of her, but that made no difference to the biting pain it inflicted. Noelle gasped, and then her muscles spasmed, both from the intensity of the moment and shock of cold. A short but powerful burst of confusingly hot piss shot out from her trembling crotch and soaked into the fabric of her panties, the one warm patch in her newly frozen world. “Eeep!” she shrieked, shoving her hand up against her now slightly wet pussy as she bent forward, struggling to stop the flow. Thankfully, she had caught it before it had gotten out of hand. She looked up. Kris was staring at her, expression blank. If they had a slight grin on their face, Noelle didn’t even notice it. Suddenly very conscious of her awkward, hunched over pose, Noelle blushed and straightened up- paused, calmed herself again (God, she *really* had to go), and then straightened up more slowly. It was only then that she realized that the Addison was gone. She looked around, then down at herself. The wet fabric of her panties were still stuck to her most sensitive areas, warm and damp. Almost... enticing. What... what had just happened? Did she actually just...? Noelle paused, unsure whether she was asking herself about the missing Addison, or the fact that she had almost pissed herself in front of Kris. But, no. They... they must have given it to them. The ring. She looked over at Kris. They were definitely smiling now. It was not a warm smile, but it was, strangely, approving. Noelle looked down at her new ring. She felt both weak and strong at the same time. She met Kris' gaze, then looked away. It was good to get stronger, wasn't it? "Th... thanks, Kris!" She had to stay strong. Kris was teaching her - helping her - to get stronger. ...Maybe in more ways then one? Apparently approving of her new attire, Kris stepped forward into the alleyway adjoining the former Addison's store front. Noelle followed, although her once carefree walk, turned into a solemn, wary trot, was now something closer to a cautious waddle. Every new step seemed to put new pressure on her crotch, her bladder straining for release from the deluge of delicious pink tea that she had gulped down what now seemed like several lifetimes ago. Around the next corner Kris arrived at another one of the puzzles of a type that she had seen on her previous journey trying to escape from Queen. A bolt of electricity arced across the alleyway, almost entirely blocking the path. Kris paused in front of it, considering one of the two identical switches on either side of the obstacle. Noelle jumped at the opportunity to prove herself. "When you step off the switch, the lightning comes back... How about... I hold it down, and you go across?" Kris nodded at her approvingly, and strode through the gap. Noelle thought about- What? No! She hadn't thought anything! Kris silently placed themself onto the opposing button, and Noelle stepped off of hers to follow them through. When she reached the place where the lightning had been arcing just moments before, she suddenly was struck by a horrible thought. She imagined Kris stepping off of the button, the jolt of electricity intercepting her body and flowing through her... the sharp light and pain, and, most of all... the loss of control... the image of her loose fitting dress becoming soaked in the warmth flowing out of her, her loose muscles leaving her lying in a warm puddle on the ground in front of Kris, the relief- no! Noelle stopped short, and clamped her legs together. Even that unpleasant thought had been sufficient to send a fresh jolt through her swollen bladder. God, she was shaking now, even when she wasn't thinking about it. So much of her brain, sometimes unconsciously, often a lot less so, was now dedicated to commanding her muscles to "shut!", to preventing the flood gates inside of her from letting loose. Trying her best to straighten up again, she walked towards Kris, dismissing her prior thought. She was fine. "See, Noelle?", she thought to herself. "Nothing bad is going to happen. Getting that ring... was good, wasn't it? So... stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about just letting go, right here and now. About letting Kris see how you were struggling to control yourself and hold it in by just releasing yourself, right in front of them. In not postponing the shame -" hadn't she already got stronger? Hadn't she proven her control? Hadn't she waited enough? "Noelle, no, don't think that! It's horrible..." She didn't want to piss herself in front of Kris!!! "It's natural." "K-Kris...?" she exclaimed, out loud this time in shock. "What are you talking about!?" She... must have said that out loud? What was she thinking!? Kris was staring at her again, now. Why did she feel like she was completely naked in front of them, as if this new, strange Kris could see right through her body, right through to her very soul, right into the swollen ball of liquid that she was currently clutching just above her equally swollen, pulsing, damp- God, what was wrong with her? Was she really going to succumb now? Let it all go? No. She knew what she had to do. She had to get stronger - to *be* stronger. She had to keep holding it. Kris was helping her be stronger. They had already trained her magic - now it was time for her body, and her mind. One shaking step after another, Noelle started walking once more. They had been trotting through the backstreets for another five minutes or so, Noelle flagging further and further behind the silent, striding Kris as she pushed forward, willing her body to keep going even as she found herself pushing almost beyond her limit. Her face was flush, and a tingling seemed to creep down across her hands and her feet as her whole body became warm and fuzzy, an intense arousal the only thing starting to match the terrible, terrible urge to wet herself as she took step after shaking step. Instinctively, Noelle cast around for a bathroom, just as she had on that night all those years ago, taking shaking steps through the forest with Kris, Azzy and Dess. Just like then, there was nowhere to take her relief, although she knew what words Kris would have for her, if she tried. Just one word, to be precise. "Proceed". As they passed another opening into a side-street, something large came barrelling out of it into their path. It's lanky, kaleidoscopic form, alongside its slightly low-bitrate wailing, like a muffled dial-up tone, identified it as a Werewire, one of the creatures that Noelle was more than familiar with at this point. Despite this, its sudden appearance startled the girl. With a slight gasp, she jumped back. Even though close to the entirety of her will was focussed on controlling her sphincter muscles, this was enough to cause a brief crack in the armour. Another short jet of hot pee soaked her already wet panties, and Noelle was forced to hunch over once again, her hand pressed against her pussy like a TV infomercial host patching a hole in a submarine with FlexTape. Her eyes scrunched closed, she didn't even look as she raised her remaining had in front of her to wordlessly cast the spell that even now she knew that Kris was commanding. "Cast iceshock." As the blast of magic left her body, the icy shock of its wake passed through her once again, emanating from the biting FreezeRing on her hand. The clenching chill was enough to cause another few drops to leak past her grasping hand and dampen her panties - maybe even, a little bit, her dress? - even more so. As the creature turned into a familiar icy statue in front of her, and the combat ended, Noelle still found herself hunched over, her knees and hips shaking, now both of her hands plunged into the folds of her dress between her legs as the taught fabric she was holding outlined the now noticeable bladder bulge sitting just above them. Quivering, she opened her eyes again. Kris was standing directly in front of her, just a few inches separating her from her strange neighbour and one time friend, who was now her... her... she didn't even know any more. Her eyes opened wide, hints of tears glistening around their rims from the straight of effort. Kris reached out and touched her breast. Noelle gasped. She was so surprised she didn't even lose control, her slow-moving brain losing even the shock instinct that had caused her previous lapses. Instead, she just stood still, still hunched over, hands pressed through her clothes against her throbbing pussy, her wide eyes staring at Kris incredulously as they groped at her through the thin fabric of her Dark World outfit. One of their fingers ran over her nipple, which was also somewhat swollen, from both the tension of the moment and the bitter cold in her newly empowered body. Kris' expression remained impassive, with just the slightest hint of a smile playing across their face. They continued their exploration, seemingly approving of what they found. They loosened their touch slightly, as if intending to withdraw, before suddenly, shockingly, squeezing down on her soft flesh hard, almost as if with intent to hurt. Noelle gasped, and felt a fresh shock of warm against her fingers as another few drops of warmth seeped through the fabric of her underclothes. Now smiling more noticeably, Kris took their hand away. "Lie down." She did, of course. What choice did she have? She realized that she had already given herself to Kris, maybe before even she had put on the FreezeRing. Had she ever thought it would end up like this? Maybe some part of her had known, deep down. The part of her who had been enraptured by Kris' new air of confidence, by their compelling voice, by the release of will that came with the urge to follow their every command, to fight for them, to even deny her very body for their whims. Noelle had never thought anyone would be able to capture her so completely in such a short time, but, that voice... there was something about that voice... As she knelt down on the hard ground of the city alley, she was forced to remove her hands from her crotch. As she did so, the full force of her bladder came down on her once again, and she let forth a soft moan. The action of folding her body onto the ground was squeezing her abdomen and the pressure was unbearable. She spoke in a soft whisper. "Can I..." "Hold it." Kris' voice was firm, just as firm as any of their prior commands. Noelle shuddered, but obeyed. Her body screaming for release, she nonetheless proceeded to follow the voice, and, slowly, shakily, splayed herself out, backwards on the ground. A slight breeze blew through the alleyway, and up her now somewhat exposed dress, causing the wet patch on her panties to feel slightly cool. As she looked up at Kris smiling above her, she blushed as she realized that they could now see the damp stain. "Take off your dress." This was easier said than done, but once again, she obeyed. Struggling to retain control of herself while also shimmying in the right manner to free herself from the slim fitting garment, she reached up and pulled it out from under her and up over her head, casting it to one side. She was now lying on the ground in front of Kris, naked except for her wet panties and her bra clasped behind her back, the rounded bulge of her overfull bladder visible for anyone to see. The cold air pressed against her skin, her soft down of fur only slightly dulling the chill. She quivered. Her bladder felt like it could explode at any moment. Kris knelt down on the ground in front of her. At this angle, their hair fell away from their face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Noelle could see their eyes clearly. They transfixed her in the same way as the voice had - wide, dark pupils, surrounded by irises that were - shockingly - tinted red! Since when had Kris had red eyes?! Since when had Kris... Kris... Kris was reaching out to her again. Their touch was gentle, but almost impassive... controlled and planned, but irreverent, as if Kris were merely examining an interesting object in front of them rather than their neighbour of 19 years. Their fingers started at her waistline, fingering the damp edge of her panties. Noelle blushed, but even she had to admit that by this point the situation had gone beyond the point where embarrassment was an emotion that would have made sense to either of them. The fingers traced a path upwards along her waist, lingering over the rounded bladder bulge. Kris smiled. Had they known all along? Had this always been the plan? Noelle couldn't be sure. Kris' fingers didn't press down hard on her bladder, but the slight pressure was increased to a gentle prodding, as Kris satisfied themself tracing out her internal topology. Even this was too much for Noelle to keep herself silent. "Aaah!" she gasped, body shaking with straight as she struggled to prevent herself from losing control on the ground between them both. She won the battle - just - and glanced up at Kris, whose face was still wearing the same slight smile as before. In that moment, cold, on the ground, and just moments away from losing it, she had never wanted anything more than she wanted Kris to take hold of her and pleasure her into oblivion. What had happened in the scarce few hours since she had been thinking of Susie? Susie... it seemed like another world. Now her whole world was just her own body, the bulging water she was holding back inside her, and Kris. Kris traced their hands up the front of her body, and reached the bottom of her bra. Passing their hands around her chest to her back - an action that brought the pair of them closer than ever before - Kris unlatched the clasp with ease, tossing it to one side to reveal the poor girl's naked breasts to the cold, her hard nipples quivering. Kris fondled them with both hands now, fingers probing gently about her soft flesh, along the line where her fur gave way to skin on the border just beyond her aureolas. It felt so good that Noelle almost forgot herself, and another small spurt shot into her panties, smaller this time, but, due to the near silence, making a slight audible sound. Kris glanced down at her crotch, seemingly remembering their purpose in bringing her to this point, on the edge of a truly uncontrolled release. Sliding slightly backwards, Kris brought their head down to her crotch, resting it just between her legs, her wet panties at their eye level. Their face hovered mere inches from the fabric, seemingly taking it in. Was Kris... sniffing her panties? This seemed so out of place to Noelle that she almost wanted to laugh, but stopped herself, because she felt that Kris wouldn't like that - and also because it would be a near certain end to her control. Before she could consider the matter any more, however, Kris reached their hands down again, and grasped her waistband, sliding the damp panties down over her legs and hooves, and dropping them to one side. Noelle was now completely naked, only a soft, chill blanket of air between her swollen pussy and bladder and Kris' face, looking up on her. They made eye contact as they began to eat her out. Noelle stared at them in shock, their intense red eyes meeting her own wide brown, before she cast her head back and moaned. Kris' tongue probed around her pussy, running around the soft nodule that was her clit, before probing her entrance in an exploratory manner. Warmth flooded her lower body. The sensation of desperate pressure, of urge to relieve herself then and there, combined with her symbiotically heightened arousal and mind-destroying pleasure as Kris' warm tongue touched places within her that even she had barely accessed before. It was too much. How was she going to- how could she... aaah! She squirmed across the ground, her arcing back pressing her clit even more tightly against Kris' face, whose eyes had faltered in their impassive gaze staring up at the now writhing Noelle as they pleasured her. Her thighs squeezed Kris' head and their tongue was forced even deeper into her body, probing gently but forcefully, tasting the salty texture of her labial juices, and the saltier, pungent taste of the piss that had already leaked out of her clinging to her clit and lips and in a fresh droplet around her peehole, where Kris' tongue was already tracing new circles. Of course, Noelle knew what was going to happen next. She knew that Kris knew it, that this had been their purpose possibly from the moment that they had run into Noelle on the street as she struggled to escape Queen. Had Kris known even then that she would be under such strain, and that she would be powerless to relieve herself until Kris had her when and where she wanted? Had they been waiting, all this time, for the one perfect moment, when they would plunge their tongue in deeper into her warm dampness, bringing her to- bringing her to- Noelle moaned as the climax hit, and, of course, the dam broke. Her bladder spasmed through her pleasure as a hot stream shot out of her, blasting Kris in the face and mouth as they eagerly licked around the stream, making a slight effort to contain the flow that was doomed to fail as Noelle began to empty herself more fully than she had ever had cause to in her life. Her now adult bladder had a capacity that dwarfed that of the Noelle of years past, treading with damp footsteps back through the forest as Kris teased her, but her urgency - groomed by her desperate reach for the strength to hold it in - had surpassed even then, and was now being released all at once in a messy stream that soaked Kris' hair and Noelle's thighs as it ran down both of their bodies and collected in a warm puddle beneath the pair. Through all this, Noelle was still moaning, louder now as the intense orgasmic attention of Kris' tongue - which had not stopped in its motions throughout her loss of control - blended with the blissful feeling of relief that swept through her body and left her lying limp and dizzy on the floor. Noelle rocked and clenched, and a part of her she couldn't quite control stretched her hand down and grasped the back of Kris' head, pressing them even tighter against her pulsing pussy and the source of the stream of pee. Only after she was already pressing down hard did she pause to panic about what she had just done - was this an overstep? Kris had not told her to touch them, would they be mad? But if Kris had any reservations they did not show it, and they continued to thoroughly eat her out, their tongue curling in a frantic licking motion as if they were trying to rescue escaping droplets from a rapidly melting nice-cream cone. Noelle did not mind at all. She was filled with nothing but bliss, and an Earth-shattering loyalty to do whatever Kris asked of her, and whatever pleased them. If this was what she could expect, she could not ask for any more. As her desperate flow finally slowed, Kris removed their mouth from her pussy and looked up at her. Their face and hair was now wet, with pale droplets of her piss running down their pale human skin. Their eyes looked into hers. Their face was still impassive. Only that slight smile was there, the gentlest hint of chilly emotion. Noelle shivered, and not just from cold. Kris stood up now. Their clothes were not nearly as soaked as hers, which lay on the ground, half soaked and soiled by the wide puddle that surrounded her and clung to her skin. Kris' armoured breastplate had a few drops clinging to its surface still, and there was a damp ring of wetness around their shirt collar where her pee had run down their face and dripped from their hair. Kris didn't seem to mind too much as they looked down at the naked girl, wetness soaking into her fur, breasts and pussy fully exposed. "Get up." Noelle did just that. She didn't even glance at her clothes, discarded in their messy pile. If Kris had decided that she didn't need them any more, so be it. It was their decision to make for her now. Noelle felt stronger than she had ever been in her life. Kris turned away from her, facing further into the city. They took a step forward, then, uncharacteristically, glanced back and spoke. Just one word. All the encouragement Noelle needed. "Proceed." Gladly, the naked girl followed them deeper into the Cyber City, the bright neon lights illuminating her glistening, damp fur. Now she knew where she belonged. ******** At the far end of the alleyway, Berdly poked his head out from behind the dumpster where he had been hiding, feathers damp in a cold sweat as he watched them leave. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
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  14. I'm looking for people to draw the fictional penguins below, as usual I'm into some weird characters so don't be surprised by this. I'm fine with any scenario, but bladder bulge is preferred! Also I won't say who they are but if anyone knows these penguins and where they're from, you get a cookie... and a molested childhood. Character 1 Character 2
  15. Hello! I am moving this topic out of omtushu into omorashi general, because although she wears one through most of this story, Faun is not quite a diaper character in my mind, and some wetting occurs even in this story outside of diapers. Since I am trans-posting, I will aslo make a few edits while I'm at it (spelling mistakes, grammatial errors, etc). +++ ORIGINAL POST +++ This is a shorter fiction with an anthro (with animal head but human-shaped hands and clothes) of similar bladder characteristics to Alice In Wettingland by SomeGirl, hope you all enjoy! (don't forget to upvote if you do) Faun was a cream lynx with red ears (and other patches), happily working from home as a website technician. She was fairly curvy, rather buxom some would say, and had a quiet disposition. In fact, the only thing that seemed negative on her dating resume was that she was constantly in want of a pee. This was not just because of a small bladder, or even because of weak bladder control. It wasn’t because of anything like that. Her bladder just plain defied the laws of terrestrial physics. It absolutely refused to stay empty, even for a minute. Whenever she went pee, she always needed to go again a moment later, and she always had a decent amount in there for letting go (though if she held onto it for awhile she would indeed get slowly fuller, eventually wetting herself). Sometimes, she would even pee in impossibly huge amounts, often faster and harder than she could do anything about it. This odd condition had been part of her life as long as she could remember, finally becoming relevant when she flooded a porta-jane and then didn't stop peeing for a few minutes (which eventually won her positive fame throughout her girl scout league). She suspected that it something to do with her parenthood, but since she was an orphan, that was not an explorable option. One day, Faun happened to be out shopping for party items, thankfully with a short list (“Don't want a repeat of what happened last time, do we?” she had said to her bladder). Despite the apparent lack of danger, she was wearing a super-strength diaper just in case, and had drunk very little (that sometimes helped). At the moment, she was in the cookie isle. “Hmm, Oreos or Vanilla Wafers?” she debated, “Well, I know Hamilton really likes vanilla, but Cloey...” “Hey!” her bladder unexpectedly interrupted, “I need to go to the ladie's room, and you'd better head there soon considering.” “Oh, you ALWAYS have to go to the ladie's room,” Faun contradicted. But she was getting a little fidgety, and she seemed to be filling up rather fast. “A-And besides, I'm wearing a diaper,” she added. She was already crossing her legs rather tightly, and hunching a little. She really needed to pee. *Bing!* Her phone went off. She checked it, and it was a driving plans reminder. “Traffic conditions seem to be slowing down. Depart within 5 minutes to arrive at Home by 5:15.” Oh boy, she had better head for the checkout now. She had given herself 20 minutes to prepare party ingredients, 10 minutes to change her diaper and probably immediately wet and change it again, then an extra 15 minutes margin in case something went wrong. “Ohh, time to head home,” she said, “I think I can hold it.” It wasn't that bad, and the filling was slowing down. She could make it. Tiny-tapdancing the whole way, she walked back to the front of the store, and... Twelve people in line at the checkout?! She looked to the left and right. It was the only one open. “Wha..? How..? What is...?” “They had a breakout of bovid,” the man in front of her said, turning around, “She's the only checkout lady who has breasts big enough to be unaffected by it.” Faun looked around the line at the checkout lady. She was a white rabbit with short brown hair, and did indeed have a quite plentiful bosom, even larger than Faun's. Oh, well, at least... There was bottled water next to the checkout counter. She couldn't help thinking about it. She began to piss. At first, she was terrified, because after looking at the rabbit's jean shorts (of which she had a pair or two), she thought she was wetting her skirt. Then she remembered -oh, thank goodness – she was wearing a diaper, and feeling the warm pee swirl about her crotch just made her want to piss some more, and... She just let it out. All of it. It was liberating. She moaned with relief. “Is... something wrong?” The man in front of her turned around again. “No, it's nothing,” she panted, still peeing, “I just...” He noticed the whizzing sound, and looked down. “I'm wearing a diaper, and I really needed a pee,” she explained. He gave a stoic nod and turned away again. They were now down to 9 people. By the time it was her turn at the checkout, she was already squirming again, almost to her bewilderment. She had awlays gotten desperate fast, but not that fast. It was usually at least half an hour between needing to pee again and emergency status, but this had only been about 7 minutes. In addition, something about her bladder was feeling different. Almost baby-ish, in a sense. She needed to... *Pissss.* What?!? She lost control right there at the checkout, and it didn't even feel like enough to make her wet herself under normal conditions. She was incontinent. “Alright,” the checkout lady said, “There you go, and have a great d... Is something wrong?” She had seen the expression on Faun's face. “Uh, no. Sorry,” she recovered, “Everything's fine. I just... realized something personal.” “Oh. Okay,” the lady smiled again, and laughed. “Bye!” Faun said, then ran for the door, already beginning to feel uncomfortable again. Something about wetting herself in public, about the diaper, about not really caring and maybe even half-liking the situation, something about it all had let something free down south that should have been kept well secured. Thankfully, it did not seem permanent. “But until I take off the diaper,” she thought to herself, “I think I'll have this baby-bladder condition the rest of the way home. I really hope the diaper holds...” By the time she got in the car, Faun was desperate again, though still resistant to a third wetting. She started the car, and... *Chink!* ...backed right into the shopping cart she had forgotten to put away. Torturously, she returned her car to the parking space, almost crying as she did so. When she got up, she made the mistake of stretching her left leg out the door before her right leg left the seat, thus pinching her bladder into submission. Another full load of warm, sweet piss flowed into the diaper. “No!” she almost yelled, and clenched to stop the stream. Amazingly, she succeeded, and gave a groan of frustration. But the success did not last for long. As she waddled to put the shopping cart back, the force of stopped pee pushed out a spurt, then another, then another in arbitrary sizes, until finally she just gave up and let whiz inside her diaper. “This has got to stop,” she said, before she began enjoying the warm pool of liquid now forming above the absorbent padding at the bottom of the diaper. She sighed with pleasure, and instantly her bladder refilled almost to the maximum, pissing hard. “No, no, no!” She stopped the flow again, more focused this time, and hobbled with clenched teeth back to the car. By the time she had reached her apartment, though, Faun was near the end of her strength. Her teeth were still clenched, but her eyes now had a pleading look in them. She had peed herself another 3 times on the way home (she seemed to have better control while driving): Once at a traffic light when she had tried to relax to pass the time (and her urethra presumptuously relaxed quite a bit more than the rest of her did), once when at a second traffic light, she had been trying to distract herself with examining the party list and a car honking from behind had startled her (a short but strong wee, that one), and finally to top it all off someone had thrown a huge bucket of water out in the storm drain right as she arrived on her home street. It looked like they were just finishing an outside activity and were meaning no harm, but watching all that sloshy water pour out on the pavement, flowing down the drain, she couldn't help it. She started peeing without even knowing it, and had well wet herself by the time she did realize it. Forcefully regained control as she pulled into her house's driveway, she was very confused for a moment, because there was another car parked in front of her garage. Then she remembered: Oh yes, she had called Lola and asked her to decorate (a golden retriever who was good at that). That was Lola's car. Barely stopping the engine, Faun clambered out of her own car, not even thinking about the groceries until she was halfway to the porch, and by then she didn't care. She ran up to the door, and had already reached for her keys, but thankfully checked the doorknob first and discovered that it was already unlocked! Quite hopeful now, she went inside, quickly but somewhat crookedly made her way to her bathroom, and... *ka-bonk!* The door was locked. From inside, she could hear Lola saying something inquisitive, but she didn't care to listen. She just banged on the door and screamed, “Lola-let-me-in-I-really-need-to-pee!!!” “I'll be right out!” her friend said, obviously understanding the urgency of the matter, but unable to help. “I'm sorry, I'm half naked!” Faun drew back from the door, her eyes wide. That little bit of early relaxing she had done was catching up to her. She knew she couldn't hold it back: the pee was COMING. Desperately, she did all the subtle mental and physical tricks she had discovered over the years that would maybe slow her bladder's magical ability to generate pee, but it wasn't enough. She would overflow onto the carpet. “Please hold,” she said to her almost flooded diaper, just as her pee started. It came slowly at first, then began to speed up as she lost more reserve. Those few seconds waiting for Lola seemed forever. The diaper was about 95% full. 98%. 99%... *Click* The door unlocked and Lola came out, sports bra dawned over her magnificent baps but shirt and jacket still inside the bathroom. “Sorry!” she said again as Faun swerved by her with expert balance of a last die-hard effort to keep the pee from spilling, slam-locked the door behind her in one motion, nearly-ripped the diaper to her ankles and thumped down on the toilet before it had even fallen all the way down her legs. As soon as the diaper was off and away from her crotch, her normal urethral control immediately returned, but exactly what happened to the pee balance was confusing: she stopped peeing, but her bladder began aching horribly. “Ahh, rrh, uhhh-hu-aaa,” she moaned as she began peeing again. It felt like all the world's oceans being taken off her bladder, and she LET IT GO! At first she was just pissing hard against the toilet front, then as she relaxed a little more she began peeing at superhiman strength. Then gradually she fully relaxed, and THEN... She was letting free a HUGE spray that went through the crack between the toilet seat and the bowl enough to wet the opposing wall, and a little actually went upward out of the bowl, enough to sprinkle on Lola's jacket. If Faun eventually finished her waterfall, the jacket would be well wetted down, and in need of a washing. Faun didn't even care, she just went right on pissing. It felt so good to piss, ...and unbeknownst to her, Lola was having fun thoroughly wetting her own jeans outside the bathroom door. The end
  16. (My first story, I may do these whenever I don't have time for requests. Anyways, enjoy!) A Braixen was lounging on her couch, casually scroll through her phone. As well as sipping down her 3rd cup of orange soda. She had a rough last few days at work, so she was taking her weekend to just relax however she wanted. She was just scrolling through her feed, eventually feeling a slight twinge in her bladder. "Ugh.. Gotta wee.." She said to herself, but her position was just too comfortable, she didn't feel like getting up. She decided to just ignore it for now, knowing she could hold it. As she continued to scroll she came across a few images of beautiful looking waterfalls and springs. She admired them for awhile, marveling at their beauty. But the thought of flowing waters reminded her of the need slowly building, so much so that she couldn't help but slighty shift her legs around at the thought. After awhile of this, she could start to feel her bladder filling at a fairly fast past, realizing she really couldn't hold it anymore, she reluctant got up, doing a tight walk with her legs just a little clutched together as she made her way to the restroom. Braixen put her paw on the door, turning the knob only to find it stuck. She blinked, then turned it again. Still stuck. She had no clue what to do or how to feel, she kept turning the knob as if she it wasn't real, but it was. The bathroom was locked, which meant no toilet access, which also meant, no peeing. Braixen whinned, not knowing what to do or how the door was locked. The door had a lock on it, on the inside. "H-how is it locked? I-it only locks inside!" She said to herself, subconciously rubbing her legs together. Braixen made her way back to the couch, waddling and sitting down to think of what she could do now. She tried to think fast, but her bladder was distracting her. She had her paws pressed against her croch, her legs shaking back and forth. Those sodas had gone straight through her, faster than she expected. Braixen thought of a few potential options, maybe she could go in the kitchen sink? No no, she wouldn't be able to climb on the counter without leaking... Maybe she could go in the garden? That won't work... She couldn't risk getting spotted. As she contemplated her options, her need to go continued to rise, she crossed her legs tightly, clutching her croch as she tried her very best to keep it in. She knew she was running out of time. Her bladder threatening to burst right then and there, but she managed to prevent her flow, giving her more time to think. She eventually had an idea, she got up, waddling her way back towards the bathroom door. Trying again at the knob to be sure, but to no avail. She opened up a nearby closet, pulling out a wrench. She went back to the door, and with her legs still crossed, she tried to pry the door open. She didn't care if she broke her door, she couldn't bare the thought of wetting herself, even if she was alone. She pulled and pulled, hoping the lock would give. But it didn't, and as a large wave if desperation hit her, she dropped the wrench, grabbing at her crotch and doing a pee dance, trying to hold it all in. She felt a leak drip into her paw, knowing time was almost up. In panic, she picked up the wrench, shoving it straight through the door, a huge hole carved through it. Braixen frantically put her hand through it, looking to unlock the door from outside, she eventually was able to do so, opening the door immediately. There she saw her savior, the clean, white surface of the toilet. But, as she took one step towards the toilet bowl, she froze. Her bladder had had enough, and before she could do anything to stop it, the floodgates opened up. Her bladder letting out all the pent up liquid inside. She knew she couldn't stop it, so she let it flow, she couldn't help but laugh at the fact she had put in hole in her door because of all of this. "Today was quite eventful... Guess I got some cleaning to do.. As well as calling a repair mon.." (Hope that was enjoyable! If it was I may write some more stories in the future!)
  17. I'm officially opening commissions! dm me or request them here please General pricing: 20 USD pencil drawings 30-50 USD digital pieces I accept payment in several ways, primarily paypal or venmo. I'm willing to mail traditional works. the only things I won't draw are ageplay and incest/pedophilic ships. i'll draw diapers or scat but it'll cost you Big extra lol. i will draw non-omo porn and non porn but my non porn pricing is different FYI. i'll draw real people but only with proof of consent some examples of varying age:
  18. Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks! Chapter 1: "You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying. "I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens. Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away. "Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt? Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements. She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon. She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her. "Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man. "I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him. "Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously. "Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?" Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement. "Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear. Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid. Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank.
  19. (Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation and story spoilers up to chapter six. Reader discretion advised.) With thanks to DerivativeWings for editing. Check out his Planet of Desperation series starting here. Cold. Yep, definitely cold this morning. This was what was going through the mind of Finch, the bird Blade, as she walked down the cobbled streets of Theosoir. Ever the early bird, she had already gotten up and had a nice breakfast from the marketplace, and now she was enjoying a walk to stretch her legs after a good night’s sleep. She was quite thankful for her feathers keeping her warm in this chilly air; it was a shame the other townsfolk had to wear so much clothing to keep from freezing. She had no idea how anyone managed to live here in… Finch stopped in her tracks and lifted her hands to point at her head. What was this city called again? She knew it just a second ago, it was right on the tip of her tongue. She just had to retrace her steps from today and… wait, what did she do today? She remembered waking up, that much was obvious, and her full stomach let her know that she had breakfast… but what did she eat? It tasted kinda like carrot with some kind of meat. Was that her favorite dish or something? Finch spun in a circle both literally and mentally until a slamming door snapped her out of her endless loop. Turning her head, she found that she was no longer the only one in this part of the city. Two kids, a boy and girl, both from… Gormott, was it? In any case, they had a lot of brown fur covering their bodies, which was probably why they only wore light clothes in this frigid place, not even any shoes for that matter. More importantly, both of them looked distressed, with the boy biting his lower lip and holding his groin while the girl rubbed her knees together while rocking back and forth in place. Neither of them seemed to notice the big bird standing across the way from them. A second later, and they both hobbled to a far wall, their backs turned to Finch. Upon reaching it, the boy fiddled with his shorts, and the girl squatted down while pulling her short shorts and underwear to her knees, her sarong hiding her bottom from view. A yellow stream flew out of each kid mere moments later, the boy’s striking the wall with the girl’s piddling along the ground, the soft noise of tinkling reaching Finch’s ears. Soon after, the boy leaned back with one arm behind his head while the girl lifted her head to sigh. Finch recoiled in surprise, throwing her hands straight up. This was definitely not something she had expected to see this morning, and not a sight she found that pleasant, either. She had several questions in her mind, like what those kids were doing here or what led to them having to pee outside like this. Yet, as she continued to watch them relieve themselves, emphasis on “relieve” as the volume of pee leaving them stayed strong for quite some time, a nagging feeling grew in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite place it, but it seemed like there was something she was gonna do this morning, something pent up inside her that she really wanted to let out… “Ah!” Finch nearly jumped in the air as she remembered. The thing! The super-important news that she had to tell everybody! She was on her way back to the inn to do just that when she got sidetracked. She had to get back to Anastatia’s Inn, pronto! Quickly turning around, Finch took off in the direction that she hoped would take her to the inn, leaving the two whizzing kids to look around in confusion. Now that she had remembered, she needed to get to her friends before she could forget the important thing again. She might have been forgetful, but she always gave one hundred percent for her allies. There was no way she was going to let them down today! The good news was Finch reached her friends and woke them up in almost no time at all. The bad news was she could not remember the important thing by the time she got there, leaving them to sit around confused for a moment. Before she could worry about letting them down, they came up with the idea of letting the Garfont Mercenaries investigate to see if they could find the important thing themselves. A half-hour later, and the mercs returned with the most awful news: a group of soldiers in Theoscaldia Palace were planning an uprising to overthrow King Eulogimenos! The party wasted no time in heading straight to the palace, passing through its entrance mere minutes later. Entering into the Hall of Virtue, the team was soon greeted with the sight of Tantalese soldiers with drawn weapons and loud voices. Somewhere further down the hall, they could hear the sounds of scraping metal and commands being yelled out. “This is… It looks like…” said Rex. “The rumors were true,” said Prince Zeke of Tantal. “Your Highness! You’re back!” Two soldiers ran up to the party, neither of them brandishing a weapon. “There’s been an uprising and everything’s gone crazy!” said the second guard. “It’s too much for us to handle by ourselves, Highness. Might we count on your aid?” “Of course!” Zeke put a hand on his hip in a pose of confidence. “Maybe this is what Finch was talking about back at the inn,” he then surmised. “Wait,” said Finch, “Maybe I remember what it was now.” Flapping her arms, Finch exercised her power of recall once more in an attempt to be completely certain. She racked her mind as hard as she could, but alas, the memory continued to elude her. Finch scoffed in frustration, but then she supposed it was not all her fault. With all the excitement going on, how was anyone supposed to remember anything? It also did not help that there was something else to distract her now. Along the way, Finch had become aware of some kind of… pressure growing inside her, right below her abdomen. It wasn’t painful, but it was really uncomfortable regardless. If she didn’t know any better, it felt a lot like she needed to- “Finch! Are you joining us or not?” Nia’s yell pulled Finch’s attention off her body. Looking ahead, she saw that her friends had already moved forward, mere moments from confronting the first of the rebel soldiers. “Er, right! On my way!” Putting one hand on her helmet, Finch ran straight up to the party, settling in behind Nia and putting on her serious expression. “Okay, Nanna! I’m ready to support my trusty Driver as always!” Nia turned to her with her best “you can’t be serious” face. “It’s Nia, and I’m not your Driver.” “You aren’t?” said a taken-aback Finch. “But then who…” “To me, Finch!” yelled Mòrag, who brandished the shield hammer that came with Finch’s summoning. “Oh, that’s right! Maggie’s my Driver,” said Finch while she moved to cover Mòrag’s back. “My name is…” Mòrag started, but shook her head. “No matter, they’re moving towards us. Prepare to engage the enemy!” “Aye aye, captain!” said Finch, “Hee hee, always wanted to say that.” The fight broke out immediately after, with the halls becoming filled with shouting, weapons clashing together, and all sorts of ether arts firing off. Having clashed with Tantal’s guards before, Rex and his team were well aware of their prowess in battle, and the rebels were just as well-trained as the rest. The party had their work cut out for them in this fight, and Finch was no exception. While she did not do a lot of the fighting herself, it was her duty as a Blade to empower her Driver with ether energy. Channeling the kind of energy needed for big battles like this was exhausting work, especially when Mòrag needed to do a super-powerful attack or if Finch had to charge the ether barrier around her to block an attack. As the fight dragged on, Finch felt the fatigue getting to her. Muscles ached, her breathing grew labored, and that strange pressure only got worse, like something was going to spill out of her if she let her guard down. But there was no time to worry about that, not when her friends and especially her Driver were in danger. She would keep giving it her all until everyone was safe, because that was what a dependable Blade would do. It took a while, but the rebels fell one after another, and the party was heading down the corridor that led to the palace’s sacred chamber. None ran quicker than Finch, who understood more than anyone that they needed to hurry. If they didn’t finish their business here soon, then… well, something bad would happen, she was sure of that much. “Finch, slow down,” ordered Mòrag. Finch stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the group. “But we gotta hurry and beat up those bad guys for… whatever they’re gonna do!” she replied, all the while bouncing on her hard, sharp feet. “I understand, but we must move in and fight as a group,” said Mòrag, “And you are meant to stay behind me as my Blade, regardless.” “Oh, right, almost forgot that part.” Finch rubbed the back of her head as she got back into position. “Onwards, friends!” Nobody needed the command, for they were already headed toward the end of the corridor and into the Hall of Honor. The walls opened up to reveal more rebel soldiers, the most they had encountered thus far. Finch took a moment to swallow her throat while she fidgeted behind the group. There were a lot more enemies than she expected; would she have the strength to carry on through the whole fight, especially with the cramping in her legs and groin getting worse? “Finch, your ether, please!” Just as quickly as they came up, the worries disappeared from Finch’s mind. Of course she would get through this. She had to, if not for herself, then for her dear Driver, whoever she was. “Coming right up!” Finch put her hands out and began channeling ether without wasting another moment. Her powers entered the hammer at just the right time, allowing Mòrag to deliver a charged blow to the head of an attacking guard. There was no time to celebrate, as another guard was already raising his spear to strike. Finch pumped an extra bit of ether to form around Mòrag, creating a barrier that the spear bounced straight off. Mòrag pulled from the remaining ether to deliver a blunt strike that knocked the rebel to the ground, then followed up with a mighty downward smack. Raising the hammer back up, both Driver and Blade found the remaining guards surrounding them, all preparing to attack. It wasn’t more than a few seconds into the fight, and the strain hit Finch again. She could feel a bit of sweat forming underneath her feathers while her muscles burned from fatigue. Still, she would never give up, especially not in the middle of such an important fight. Finch remained steadfast in her resolve, even if her body was not fully cooperating with her. Her movement had become sluggish, seeing as her legs really did not want to separate from each other for some reason. Come to think of it, she only had one hand out to channel ether; the other one had found its way between her legs, pressing tightly against her groin. She had to wonder what the deal was with that, as that would normally only happen when- “Finch, focus!” “Huh, what?” That’s right, the very important fight was still going on. Finch spread her legs apart and pulled her hand away despite her body’s protest. “Alright, what are you orders, sir?” she asked “It is time we ended this. Execute our perfect storm attack at once!” “W-which one was…” Finch started, but then her eyes lit up before she finished. “Oh right, I know that move, I think!” Finch did not have to rethink, for Mòrag had already begun the attack. First, she slammed the hammer down, creating a force of wind that pushed the remaining rebels back, then threw the hammer up and behind her. Finch caught it out of the air, then started spinning in place, getting the hammer up to a fast, dangerous speed and creating a tornado around her. “Youuuu allll asked for thiiiisss!” yelled Finch as she hit her full speed. “Perrrfeeeect stooorrr-whoa!” Once more, Finch had forgotten of how difficult it was to keep her balance at full spin, and the hammer flying out of her hands served as a good reminder of such. She fell on her bottom while the hammer flew in the direction of the enemies. As it struck the ground, the ether contained within exploded out, striking all the rebels with the same power as a concussion grenade. Some flew back and slammed into the walls, others hit and tumbled along the ground, but not a single one could get back up and continue the fight. Just like that, the rebellion had been defeated, though it took a moment for it to sink in for the group. “Well, that’s one way to win a fight, I guess,” said Rex, lowering his sword after using it to brace himself from the blast. “Woo! Talk about a workout!” said Finch as she rose to her feet, putting a hand on her head to steady her spinning eyes and swirling body. “Um, was that the last of them?” “Most likely,” said Zeke, “We took care of the rear guard, and the doors to the Hall of Mystery remain sealed. The guards should be able to handle any stragglers from here.” “No more enemies?” Finch smiled. “That’s a relief.” Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to let the adrenaline from fighting come down and put her at ease. Helping out her friends any way she could was what she lived for, and knowing that she had succeeded without any major screwups this time felt just as nice. More than nice, actually. As her muscles relaxed, Finch felt a nice tingling sensation spread through her, and that pesky pressure that kept her so wound up seemed to be going away. She openly sighed at this relieving feeling that somehow felt familiar, though she couldn’t quite place it at the moment. Oh well, if it felt that good, it couldn’t be something bad, right? “Um, Finch?” “Hmm?” Finch opened her eyes to Rex’s voice. Rather than a bunch of happy friends, everyone looked right at her with frowns, some with wide eyes and open mouths. “What’s with all the weird faces, everybody?” she asked. “Did you… forget to do something this morning?” asked Rex. “Well, I had breakfast and told you all about the super-important thing,” she replied. “And I thought I’d seen the worst of this bit back in Argentum,” said a facepalming Zeke. “Poppi never see someone so casual with this type of bodily function before,” said Poppi. Finch tilted her head. “Huh? Boda-what now?” “Oh, for the love of…” Nia grumbled and stomped her foot. “Finch, you’re pissing yourself!” “Whaaaaat!?” That was all it took for her to become aware of the sound of splattering water beneath her along with the feeling of liquids leaving her body. Finch threw her arms out and looked straight down, her eyes wide open in horror. It turned out that “pissing herself” was not entirely accurate. Much of her urine left her through a golden stream that came down and slightly forward from between the feathers at her groin. It broke up into a light drizzle before striking the ground, making it sound as if someone turned on a hose halfway and aimed it at the stone floor. An impressive puddle had already formed by the time she looked down, nearly reaching the inner edges of her feet. Despite the volume of pee coming out this way, Finch could still feel a bit running down her legs, adding a gross, damp feeling to her feathers and talons. “Oh… Ohmigosh!” Finch gasped, pressing her legs together from the knees up and cramming her hands between them. The red dots on her cheeks grew to spread across her lower face. “I-I totally forgot! I was gonna go e-earlier, b-but then the th-thing, and, and then we had to fight and I… I…” Finch trailed off as she kept darting her head between all her friends. She was never going to say anything to make this look any better, and she knew it. Down below, her efforts to stop her sprung leak were just as hopeless. All she managed to achieve was getting her hands soaked and making more of it go down her legs, creating a visible matting in her feathers and shine on her pigeon-toed feet. All there was left to do was accept her accident. Letting her hands fall to the sides and relaxing her stance, Finch stared with teary eyes at the last of her pee tapering off into a set of mere drips. “Oh man, I’ve r-really done it now,” she bawled. “Hey, hey, Finch, it’s okay!” said Rex, raising his hands. “Accidents can happen to anyone. We’re not upset or gonna judge you for this.” “Rex is right,” said Nia, “This is one thing that I can’t really get onto you about.” “Really now?” Zeke turned to Nia with a raised eyebrow. “And why would that be?” “None of your business, Shellhead,” said Nia, crossing her arms and giving him a dirty look. “B-but it’s not okay! I, I didn’t just have an accident, I c-completely forgot I had to go in the first place!” Finch paused for a couple sobs, letting a few tears fall onto the floor to join the puddle of her other bodily fluid. “H-how am I supposed to be a good Blade if I mess up something like this?” “Finch.” Mòrag’s voice cut through the air as she stepped towards her. Finch did not dare look up at the tall, rigid Driver she had no doubt failed. “I… I’m so sorry, M-Morty,” she sobbed. “I might be the worst Blade ever.” “I must disagree with you on that.” “Huh?” Finch looked up in confusion and found Mòrag looking at her, not in anger but with her normal, neutral expression with hands behind her back. “Do not mistake my words. This restroom break of yours is not acceptable behavior, especially not for a Blade belonging to a high-ranking official,” said Mòrag. “I… I know.” Finch lowered her head, expecting the next words to be about letting her go from her bond with Mòrag. “With that said, it does not undo all the good work you have done today.” “It… doesn’t?” Mòrag nodded and crouched down to Finch’s eye level. “You alerted us to a disturbance, giving us the chance to act on it before the worst could come of it. Not only that, but you remained just as dependable in battle today as you always have. Aside from this moment, you have done a fine job today.” “She’s right, you know,” said Zeke, “If anyone has let us down today, it’s that useless old man of mine. I’ll be giving him a piece of my mind about this mess once we’re done here, that’s for sure… but I digress,” he quickly added once he saw the looks Nia and Mòrag were giving him. Meanwhile, Finch felt her Driver’s words sink in. She wasn’t a burden even after this? Maybe there was hope for her yet. “Um, th-thank you, Mandy.” Finch wiped the tears from her eyes with her arm. “My name…” Mòrag started, but shook her head, “Is not important right now. Do you feel better now?” “A little bit, but I still feel really embarrassed. Gross, too.” “That is to be expected, I suppose.” Mòrag paused to steel herself before continuing. “But know this. It was not long ago that I found myself in an incident not unlike this, feeling the way you do now.” “R-really?” asked Finch, her eyes growing wide in wonder and bewilderment. “I speak naut but the truth. I believed I would never recover from such a fall, but given time and encouraging words, I eventually picked myself back up and carried on. I am certain you will be able to as well.” “Y-You think so?” Finch allowed a little smile to break through. “Then I’ll try to be a better Blade for you, Mona!” “My name is M-oh!” Mòrag never got to finish her correction, for she soon felt a pair of feathery arms and hard, wet hands squeezing her into a hug. “I won’t do something like this again, I promise!” said Finch, her voice muffled in Mòrag’s uniform. “Er, that is all well and good,” said Mòrag while trying to pull the wet bird off her. “But I request that you postpone this hug until you are made decent again.” Finch’s eyes snapped open as she realized she was getting more liquids than her tears on her Driver. “Ah, whoops!” She broke away from the hug and frowned at herself. “I’d really like to be clean now, but how am I gonna do that here?” “I might be able to help with that.” Pyra stepped forward and held out a hand, a soft flame growing out of the palm. “I can at least dry you off until you can take a bath.” “Are you sure that’s safe, Pyra?” asked Nia. “I’m very careful with my flames. I promise it won’t hurt, Finch.” “Um, if you say so,” said Finch, stepping out of her puddle at last. “And while that is going on, the rest of us should get to work restraining and questioning the rebels,” said Silence followed as the group went about their tasks. While Pyra kneeled down and dried Finch’s legs, all the bird could do was watch her friends doing the work without her help. Even after Mòrag’s kind words, Finch couldn’t help but start feeling a little useless and embarrassed again. “How’s that feel? Any better now?” asked Pyra, withdrawing her flame. Finch looked down at her legs. While her feathers and talons still had that lingering gross feeling, it still felt a lot better than before Pyra’s handiwork. Not just that, but no one would be able to tell that she had wet herself without taking a long, close look and a couple sniffs. “Y-yeah, better now,” Finch replied with a frown. “It’ll be okay. I’m sure you’ll be back to your happy self before too long.” Finch shook her head. “I don’t know, Penny. I think it’s gonna be a long time before I can get over this.” With that, Finch turned and walked away from Pyra, hanging her head low. However, she only managed a few steps before coming to a stop and staring straight ahead, her expression completely blank for several seconds. “Um, are you alright, Finch?” asked Pyra. Finch turned around with a raised eyebrow. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” Pyra could only stare in silence at Finch’s newfound nonchalance. The same could be said for Nia, who was done restraining the unconscious troops and had walked back towards Pyra at that moment. “Don’t tell me…” she started to say. Just then, Finch sniffed the air a few times and turned towards Brighid while she held out a flame to evaporate the puddle. “Whoa!” she recoiled in surprise. “Did someone pee over there?” The entire party stopped what they were doing and turned towards her, most of them sporting the same expressions from when they saw her wetting herself. Unaware of this, Finch sniffed a couple more times, then looked down and lifted her foot. “Wait, did I step in it? Aw, gross! Whoever did this owes me an apology!” Much of the party could only stare and blink at first. “I suppose she’s back to normal now,” commented Zeke. “I don’t think there is such a thing as normal with her,” said Nia. “Tora wish he could forget embarrassing moments so easily,” lamented Tora. “It would seem you were correct with your assessment, Rex,” said Mòrag, a hand to her chin. “What do you mean?” asked Rex. “There is rarely a dull moment with someone as peculiar as Finch.”
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