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    A long queue takes its toll on more than just our resident puddle pup Shizuku! Who is this mystery girl, and what is her relationship with our beloved mascot? Find out in our first mini-comic series exploring Shizuku's origin story!
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  2. Cream was running as fast as she possibly could, practically hopping like the rabbit she was. A look of dread was on her face, one eye shut and her teeth gritted tight. About as tight as she squeezed her haunches and pressed her gloved hand over her crotch. There was no denying it, she was DESPERATE to go. If there were a Desperation meter below her health meter in the games she starred in, it'd be at 150% and getting higher by the second. She didn't care where she would stop to pee, as long as it was a pool, lake, or even an ocean at this point. As long as it'd flow upstream and there was enough foliage to hide her, she would be happy. She turned her head left and right as she hopped, looking for a nice babbling brook to squat over, and like a miracle, she saw one. In one quick motion she changed trajectory and spun herself towards the brook, curled up in a ball in almost as good of a spin dash as her friends could pull off. Uncurling herself in such a graceful and fluid motion, moving from spin-dashing to a squat as gracefully as a ballet dancer, she pushed her pull-ups down and in an instant was peeing hard. It came out so strong and so fast because she has been holding it back for so long. She cared little that it was splashing a bit on her socks, she could just fly back home in a jiffy and put on clean ones. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, her eyes drooped as her bladder emptied. Once she was sure she was empty, she pulled her pull-ups back on her and began to walk away, barely noticing a water-like creature bubbling out of the brook. It's eyes emerald green, body blue as the sky, it was certain who had been skulking in the brook, CHAOS! Stepping out of the water and turning into a puddle, Chaos moved silently towards Cream, considering her a threat. She had just peed all over his head, so he was steaming mad, the neon yellow urine spotting the liquid on his head. Once he had slithered his way behind Cream, something sparked in him as he caught a strange smell in the air behind Cream. He mistook it for the smell of lust, not being capable of discerning lust from the stench of urine. To him, any scent that carried the smell of ammonia was undoubtably lust. He changed forms again, bubbling back to his 0 form, having no Chaos Emeralds in him since Tikal had helped him overcome their spell and had helped him shake free from Eggman's influence. He formed a mass near his bottom out of his watery body, as thick and hard as a penis could be when it comes to a liquid-based creature, and grabbed Cream around the chest. Cream gasped and screamed, but Chaos instinctively blocked her screams swiftly with a tendril of water over her mouth. He tried to push the mass at his waist into her, not understanding most Mobians wore clothes, especially undergarments when it came to Mobian females. His water-penis splashed against Cream's pull-ups, the gel inside them soaking up the water and making her crotch feel mushy. She pulled herself away and ran, her clothes catching on brambles she didn't see before breaking away from Chaos. The brambles tore through her dress and while she was running, she tumbled over a rock and her pull-ups caught on a branch, leaving her suspended by them in nothing but her pull-ups, socks, and shoes. She tried to wriggle free but, in her efforts, she tore her pull-ups and she slowly started to fall as her pull-ups tore little by little. She yelped as she fell chest-first onto some grass, her pull-ups still hanging on the branch, fluttering in the wind. She leaped up, not realizing her sudden lack of underwear until a few hops later, she felt a cold chill run past her crotch. Shivering and ducking behind a tree, she looked down and almost screamed, stifling it quickly so she wouldn’t get caught. Her exposed crotch itched as clear, sticky liquids bubbled out of her cunny and dripped onto the grass, her young body going haywire being so unsure whether she meant to be naked and to give off hormones or if she hadn’t meant to. Unconsciously, her body drove into a heat. Her juices turned boiling hot, steam practically wafting from her exposed bunny-parts. Her breathing turned short and her cheeks flushed. Her legs felt like jelly as she slumped onto the grass, tail first, into a seated position by the tree. She breathed heavy and her eyes drooped, her gaze falling to her crotch. The grass tickled and pricked at her sensitive vagina, making flashes of lightning shoot up her small body right to her head, making her head feel fuzzy and her attention faint. She lost control and reached down to her cunny, losing all decency and curiously rubbing, flicking, and fondling the different areas of her sex, testing each to see how each part felt. Her labia made her feel fuzzy and dizzy, her urethra made her feel like peeing again, the entrance to her cervix felt like subtle shocks as she prodded it with her gloved finger. When she noticed a hooded bean at the top of her sex, she barely touched it and she gasped a loud moan as sizzling shocks spasmed through her, her abdomen clenching tight and her cervix pulsing open and closed. Her anus puckered as she rode her first ever orgasm, clear, sticky, smelly liquid oozing out of her cervix. She caught some on her thumb and pressed it between her thumb and finger. It was like goo, but strangely elastic. She took a taste of it and it tasted strangely good. Sweet like sugar but with an iron-like tang. She was enraptured by the desire for something to reach inside her even deeper than her fingers could. Being a rabbit, her lust was near insatiable. Her sex wanted, no, NEEDED something to plow into it, images of her friends’ penises flashing through her clouded mind. Sonic’s, who she had seen by accident when she peeked in Amy’s room and saw him rutting Amy roughly. She glimpsed his mushroom-shaped glans poking out of Amy’s kitty as he bucked his hips and drove his dick deep into Amy, pulling back as quickly and harshly as he had drilled it in. Knuckles’ penis bubbled up in her mind next, seeing her Echidna acquaintance plow Rouge with no shame in one of the hallways of Knothole, not caring in the slightest of being caught, exhibiting his affection for Rouge for all to see. Cream included, hiding behind a column as she saw him engaged in sexual reckless abandon. Her memories flowed to her best friend, Tails, concocting a dreamy imagination of how having rough, raw sex would feel with her secret crush, drilling both of his dicks in Cream’s kitty and tailhole, propelling himself with his two tails. Unbeknownst to her, however, she hadn’t gotten that far away from Chaos as she thought. He slithered across the grass, a hidden from sight puddle, driven with the urge to mate. Creeping just as silently as before, he made his way over to the tree trunk Cream was drowsily sitting behind, slinking his way back to a standing position and slithering a tendril of water around the tree, across the grass, and forming it into a sexual device, drilled it into Cream’s exposed pussy. She gasped and screamed as she felt an unusual thing suddenly poke through her cervix, popping her hymen and pushing its way to the entrance of her uterus. It felt cold and gooey, like a watery snake had crawled into her kitty. Blood dripping down Chaos’ watery tendril from Cream’s cherry being popped, he drove it in and out of Cream’s pussy, each thrust kissing her uterus. His tendril expanded and twitched with each thrust, Cream getting stuffed more and more with his gooey cock each time. It wasn’t long until Chaos climaxed inside Cream, splurging white hot cum into her, her tummy bulging a little as her uterus filled with his cum. He was far from done with his revenge though, creating a second tentacle and driving it deep in Cream’s tailhole. He formed a third tentacle and shoved it in Cream’s mouth, spit-roasting her all by himself. Watery tendrils drilled her pussy, anus, and mouth all at once. She could barely breathe, thanking Mobius that she was blessed with a nose to breathe through, as she choked and moaned being thoroughly violated by Chaos. He climaxed suddenly, filling Cream’s pussy, anus, and throat in unison. So much cum flooded her that some blew out her nose, choking and coughing Chaos’ thick cum all over the grass. His cum oozed out of practically every orifice of Cream, oozing out of her kitty and ass and dribbling out of her mouth and nose. She fell back onto the grass, hazy as she slipped into unconsciousness, her little body hardly able to handle how viciously Chaos had just violated it. Chaos returned to where he was resting before, and Mobius itself stood still.
  3. "Living In Nowhere": Short Story (Stories?) Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is my first submission of any sort of fiction so please be kind. Suggestions are welcomed. Also there might be more stories with this character and setting so I hope you enjoy it. Begin: The sun began to shine over the horizon revealing a small cottage in the forest. The forest was dense with tall overbearing trees that dance whenever the wind blows. The trees were a mix of skinny trunks topped with dark green needles and wide logs topped with warm colored leaves spreading from long limbs. Fall was in full swing this morning. A chill blew through the air. In the center of this forest, was a cottage. It sat right within the center of this sea of trees. It was a quaint little home. Rectangular in shape with walls made from the trees in the forest that surrounded it. The home had windows on both sides, and a tinier window by the front door of the dwelling. When facing the front of the house you can see the chimney shooting straight up from the back and a cellar attached to the side. The cottage was modest but beautiful. The outside of the home was just as modest as the cottage. A log splitting station, some flower beds, and a shed surrounded the yard. Around the yard was a fence with a gate enclosed the property. Beyond that were paths that lead into the forest. At the start of each path there were signs pointing in a direction saying things like "Water" or "Town". The signs were crudely made but served their purpose. This was the home of Salem, and the sun was about to pull them out of bed to start the day. The home fills with light from one of the windows on the side. A warm and inviting room begins to be illuminated. Covered by plants in pots on shelves, and one bigger plant in a pot by the door. The room also held a bookshelf filled with books and some trinkets. Next to that was a wooden desk. This desk had papers, a pen, and an open book on it next to a candle stick that was fully burnt down to the end with dried wax hanging like frozen icicles off a glacier. Against one of the walls opposite of the desk was a bed. On the adjacent wall a little further down from the bed was a closet. As the sun shined through Salem began to stretch awake from a deep slumber. While rubbing their eyes they began to pull the covers off of them, revealing their body. They were on the slender side with a feminine physique. Their muscles were toned yet lean and a little above average height for being 27. They had orange hair with orange pointed fuzzy ears coming out the top of their head and an orange fuzzy tail coming out above their round and plumb posterior. They awoke in their underwear and shirt. Once they had finished rubbing their eyes, they sprang awake. Salem was going to be in a rush this morning, for they were excited to get back to writing a story they were working on most of the night. Salem is a fantasy writer at heart. Though it's just a hobby now, they love spending their free time doing it. But as of late they had been going through a dry spell as far as writing goes. But last night they got inspired and feverishly wrote out a chapter idea in their journal. Reading a history textbook gave them inspiration. This idea carried late into the evening so Salem had to stop even though they had more ideas to write down. The story was exciting to write but the household chores needed to be done the next day; so Salem went to bed early. Their days are currently spent between work and maintaining the house. Living in solitude and trying to be Eco-friendly can be time consuming, but to Salem it was worth it. Their closest neighbor was at least five miles away. It would take at least 20 minutes traveling down a dirt road to reach any "Main Road',' which were long stretches of cracked paved road surrounded by trees and mountain views in the distance. It would be another 40-45 minutes to reach the town of Bridgton. It is a small town with a general store and dinner. However a trip into town was not on Salem's mind today, it was making sure the house had clean water. They needed to go for a trip down to the huge lake in the woods. But it was an hour long trip by electric buggy down a dirt path, and even another hour at most to fill the canisters and load them on the buggy. So they wanted to get the day started. They shot up out of bed and went into their closet to grab clothes for the house work this morning. It was fall and the woods surrounding Salem's home can get a bit chilly in the morning, and they would be outside for a decent amount of time. They threw on a red flannel with black buttons and some tight fitting overalls with tight leggings underneath for some extra warmth. As their tail poked out the hole in the overalls, Salem glanced in the mirror. They felt that the overalls looked great on them. The outfit was perfect and practical. It would keep them warm while doing chores. Plus it was snug and showed off their feminine physic quite nicely, while still being a bit rugged to boot. So they smiled and rushed out into the living area to make some quick coffee and have a bagel. They buttered up a bagel and ate it while brewing some coffee to go, a must have every morning for Salem. After this was accomplished they cleaned up and grabbed their coffee and walked to the front door. Before walking out the door though, they put on their beanie and gloves. The beanie was designed to keep their head warm, while also being able to keep their ears up and out so as to not dampen their hearing. They walked out towards the buggy, set their coffee in the cup holder, put the canisters on, and drove off down the trail labeled “water”. As Salem started their journey their stomach started to feel slightly uneasy. The Journey took a little longer than expected but it was nice. The cool fall breeze and the smell of nature was relaxing to Salem. The trees topped with warm colored leaves flew by and the chilly air of fall caressed Salem’s cheeks as the buggy wizzed along. The lake was starting to become visible and they had just finished their coffee. As they pulled up to the lake the feeling of needing a bathroom came on. I can wait until I get back, Salem thought. Even though the chances of someone being around were low, it was never a 100% guarantee. Salem would rather wait until they got home just to be safe. Besides, they have always talked about having a bladder of steel. So they brushed it off and began the annoying process of loading the buggy with water. It would take some time and effort. As they began to load the canisters with water their stomach began to cramp a bit and hurt. They thought it might be the midnight snack from last night. Plus the coffee they had started to not sit right in their stomach. They worried now about having a bathroom nearby. If they wind up having to go on that end, they’d need one. Having to squat down in a bush with no wipes sounded horrifying. So they hurried along. But as Salem worked their stomach was telling them they needed to go. The full bladder was not helping either. They finished loading the canisters, sat in the buggy, and ripped it out of there. They had an hour ride to get home at least, and the bumps along the dirt trail did not help the situation Salem was now in. All they could think about was their bladder and stomach. They began to alternate between holding their crotch and butt. They were trying to think of a strategy. If they moved now they would lose control and lose the battle in their stomach. They thought to maybe alleviate some pressure they could let out little drops of pee slowly over the span of the trip. It would dry quickly and not leave too big of a spot on their overalls. They could make it home then run to the bathroom. Plus it'll be a little warmer for them on the trip home. The thought made Salem smile with amusement. But the smile began to fade as the desperation worsened. The small leaks on the way were not as helpful as they thought, and a bigger wet patch began to develop on the crotch on the overalls. It was becoming quite noticeable. So they had to stop. They began to worry about not making it home in time. Possibly even having an accident if they didn’t sit on a toilet soon. But something about that thought interested Salem deep down. Their tail swayed a bit as they thought about it. But the thoughts were quickly interrupted. The time for a bathroom was fast approaching. As Salem rounded a bend on the dirt trail the urge to go intensified. Finally the pain in Salem’s stomach was too much, and they had to pull over. They quickly stopped the buggy. Being outside did not matter anymore. They did not care if anyone would see them. They were deep in the woods and they had to go. They ran for the nearest spot of cover on one side of the trail as quickly as they could. Unfortunately as Salem struggled with the buttons on their overalls, they began to release. They could feel their underwear begin to fill up as they were squatting involuntarily where they stood. They almost weren't even thinking anymore. It just felt so good to empty their body. They squatted down with their plump butt out and just let go, filling their underwear and leggings. With crackling and a bulge slowly developing around their plumb butt they let out an soft “Of fuck” under their breathe. As they began to bite their lips, a sense of pleasure and confusion washed over them. Salem could not believe this, but they were turned on. Their tail began to wag while filling the seat of their overalls. They began to let their bladder empty too. The patch on the overalls spread more and more, soaking their thighs, calves, socks, and shoes. A puddle began to form underneath where they were crouched. They moved their hand over the wet overalls, right on their crotch. Their hand began to rub up and down. Each rub more intense in pressure and speed with each passing second. They could not help thinking to themselves about how naughty and bad this was, but it felt so good. As that thought passed through their head they reached climax. They let out a moan as their eyes rolled in into the back of their head. With their mouth agape they said “I’m a bad fox”. Salem plopped down in their mess. Their clean hand shot quickly up to their mouth with a gasp. They immediately realized the situation, shot up, and began to take a quick look around. No one was there. Salem let out a sigh of relief. It would only last for but a moment, for now they were in a mess and had to get home to get cleaned up. As Salem waddled in their soaked and full overalls their tail was wagging. It hadn’t stopped since this all started. Salem just discovered something fun to explore. But for now, they needed to get home, get showered, and out of these clothes. Other things needed to be done today. They climbed in the buggy and began the uncomfortable ride home. Thank you and hope you enjoyed my first story.
  4. Shizuku enjoying a nice, warm, relaxing day by the pool! This is an idea I've had floating around in my head for a while and was finally able to commission it from our very own @GigaQ! I'm extremely happy with how this one turned out! Something about girls casually wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks really appeals to me
  5. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
  6. Of note, this story contains some straight-up sex. Mostly about the diapers, though. Also, obligatory formatting apology. This is a copy - paste job as I'll be away from my computer for some weeks and won't have the opportunity to re-format it. In for a Penny You’ve only known her a couple hours, but your brain is reeling. She’d been standing idly by the table, wrist braced on the mahogany rim and cue loose in the other paw: a lithe-figured coyote with sharp features and a bit of snaggletooth. “Name’s Cassidy,” she’d purred, eyeing you up like prey, “charmed.” The night’s been a blur since the first shot of pool, but you’re tunnel-visioned by the time the lock snaps and her apartment door falls open behind you. Her deep, willful eyes and wild grin bore into your skin. Her paw falls on your shoulder, claws blunt but digging. You can taste the fading hickory-smoke of whiskey still on her breath. It's driving you crazy. You reach to pull her to you, but she swipes your hand away like it's a housefly. "Hold on a minute, tiger." Her paw slips free, canines still bare and eyes hungry. "Before we go any further, there's something you 'gotta know." You should be worried. A little jolt of the appropriate adrenaline hits you, but as it stands you barely notice it. 'Get on with it,' shouts your brain, but you swap the words as they cross your tongue. "Yeah? What is it?" She slips a paw into the waist of her pants and pops the button. Her grin narrows to a wry slit. "Now, I'm all good, so I don't wanna' hear any sympathetic whinging, got it?" "Huh?" "Got it?" "No whinging. Got it." She slides the paw in further and flexes, spreading the zipper along the ridge with practiced ease. Her tail swishes gently, eyes peeling back your clothing. "I'm incontinent." "You're what?" You'd heard her, but in the fog you're in it takes a second to process. Even as she rolls her hips and her beltline slips Iow. You'd been seeing something all along: a hint of elastic around the waist, a certain fullness to her crotch and buttocks.... It had been dark. You hadn't really noticed. She straightens just a little. "It means I--." "I know what it means." Could it be? With the way she carried herself in those short-shorts? That sharp wit, toned core, and wild, intoxicating grin? Was she really wearing a--. "Come on now, you won't hurt my feelings. It's not polite to keep a lady waiting." She pauses her undulation, eyes expectant, shorts wide open and hanging low from her tail. God, how had you missed it? One of those drugstore things, maybe, but this is so big. Even folded tight around her crotch it bulges out through the gap of her fly, and you can still see its bulk printing between the legs of her shorts as they sag and forcing her stance wide. It's got this dull, plastic sheen..., and that discoloration, is that.... "It's what you think it is," she nods, "it was a long night." A shiver whips up your spine. It's a strange shiver. One you hadn't expected. There's a tightness in your jeans and you realize you're rock hard. How long had it been like that? Since the cab? Or was this new? A stupid thought sifts through the chaos in your brain. You sniff the air and smell..., ...It couldn't be. "Mhmm," she murmurs, "that, too. Happened as we were getting out of the cab." God, how is she looking you in the eye? In her place you'd have run crying and hid! How can she move her body like that, talk like that, be like that, and all the while she's..., well, you know. And her eyes are still wild. Her teeth still bared. Like it's nothing. She pops the button over her tail and steps forward, pants finally falling to her ankles. It sags even further than you thought, and in the new light you can see that dark, yellowed stain leeches nearly to her waist. She shifts and pivots slowly around her right foot, as if on a runway. It's soaked up the back, too, past where the padding splits to slot her slender, ashen tail to fasten again at the small of her back. And then beneath it, there's a certain fullness. You'd never have noticed if she hadn't said so, even with the faint smell in the air, but it's there. "This is the way it is," she whispers, nearly facing you again, "You want this, you've gotta have the whole package. Thought you should know what you're getting into." You could get lost in those golden eyes. Even now. "Cass, I--". She shushes you with a paw bean to your lips. "Now obviously, I need to freshen up. So I'll give you a choice: I'm going to be a few minutes. You can get lost before I get back, and it's no talk, no calls, no hard feelings. Or, you can help yourself to the fridge, flop back on that couch, and wait." She rocks on a heel to leave, but something stops her. She turns back, that wry grin deepening. Your eyes lock again, then there's a jolt: her handpaw heavy on the tent in your jeans. "Unless," she chirps, looking suddenly hopeful, "you're man enough to help out." The spine shiver seizes up in a shudder. You hunt for words and don't find them. "I, uh, yeah." She slips her paw into your waistband and tugs. "Then come along." - In a daze you follow her down the hall, brushing past the bathroom and into the shelter of her bedroom. It's lit dimly, but enough to make out she shadows of scattered wall-art and the simple frame of a queen bed. An Ikea model, you realize as she raises the dimmer. You'd seen it the other day when you'd gone in for a desk lamp. The things a brain notices. She rocks back against the bedspread, triggering the tell-tale rustle of a rubber sheet. You'd tried like hell to forget that sound, but somehow it didn't bother her. Nothing bothers her. She just tugs at you again and pulls you close until her muzzle touches your nose. "Not 'gonna lie, Anon. I've been eating bar food and keeping hydrated for the last couple hours. It's a mess down there. You want to back out now's your chance." Your mind is no clearer, but those eyes. That smile. "I don't think there's anything you could do to be disgusting." It's the truth, though she winces at the saccharine flavor. "You say that to just any girl who's gone in her pants?" She pulls off the comforter and falls back against the rubber sheet, slender figure sinking slightly in the folds and perky breasts jostling loose under her tank top. With her pants off and legs out of the way, her accident is laid bare: it sits heavily in her crotch, thick, soggy, and swollen. And then there's the lump resting on the base of her tail. It's bigger than you first thought, and the smell's a little clearer, but you aren't paying attention. You reach down and set a hand on the garment, flinching as you feel the warmth. "So, what am I supposed to do?" She cocks her head. "You're really good with this?" Sure as hell wasn't how you thought tonight would go, or any night. But those eyes. And her poise is intoxicating. "Yeah. I guess so." You set your hand back on her and wait for some direction, marveling for a moment at the texture. The surface is taut and the bulk firm, but it gives under your touch. Gears stick in the back of your head, and then grind in place as she grabs your wrist. "Don't tease. It isn't nice." Your spine shudders again at the hunger in her voice, and your jeans strain. "I, uh--." She pulls you in and you trip over the bed frame as your shins catch. Then you're on top of her. Her warmth melts through your clothes. Her breath splashes your face. "Kiss me." You dive in as if loosed from a chain, and as you do her paw slips back in your waistline and this time pops the buttons and zipper. Her touch alone is almost too much, but she grabs you by the shoulder and tackles you to your back. Before you know it she's straddled over you, handpaws pinning you by the chest. Is she really just going to do this? She rocks back toward your pelvis. "Hey, you sure you want to--" Squish. It's just about the strangest thing you've ever felt: soft, warm, heavy. It gives way under her weight like memory foam, and she lets out a soft, growling moan. Her eyes catch fire. She snorts. "I'm both kinds of wet, now," she growls, "and both kinds of dirty." She raises and drops twice more, both whipping you up the spine thickening the lust clouding your brain. Then she starts to grind. Pinned beneath her weight you've little respite from the friction as she rubs and lapses into a lilting howl. And the way it feels.... has she done this before? You've nearly the presence of mind to ask, but instead you tackle her back and pull her into missionary. Wrapped up as she is it's tough to get at anything, but you hold tight and grind back as best you can. It's thrilling just to have your arms around her: something so wild and fearless and beautiful. And it must be working because she yips in time with the rhythm, eyes digging deeper and her teeth clasping at your jaw as you kiss. It should be disgusting, but there's nothing she could do to be disgusting. Not even as you feel fresh warmth surging into her padding, and then the tickle of the first rivulet to break through the leg seal and leak. "Hey, I think I'm--." "It's okay, Cass." A little further. She yips and grinds and finally howls once more, and this time there's a flash: You, and then her right after. She shivers and you collapse together, silent save for your panting breaths, and the quiet trickle of urine puddling as her bladder empties its last. You slide an arm under her back and pull her in, ignoring the wetness. The smell is obvious now. You pretend not to notice. "You okay?" She grumbles. "I said no whinging." "Yeah, yeah." "Good. And Anon?" "Yeah?" "I could really use that change, now." - You tumble back up to your feet to find her looking almost sheepish, her latest accident still pooling around her butt and sodden diaper on display. The image is hard to process, even with the fire in her eyes burnt to embers. Cassidy the tough girl. The untamable coyote. What a problem for someone like her to have. And what a strange place to wind up on a Saturday night in December. "Come on, Anon. The tapes. It isn't rocket science." Oh, yeah. "Not going to pull me in again this time, are you?" She shakes her head. "Gotta get this taken care of. Least this way we only have to clean up the one mess." The tapes pop free easily, and gingerly you ease the garment open. The smell hits hard with the seal broken but you hide your flinch. The padding is stained a deep yellow, and much of her fur with it. Her mess is substantial. Fortunately the bulk of it is bunched in a lump under her tail. You look up for guidance; she just arches her back a little and reaches around to rip the tail tape. "Just ball it up. Got bags in the dresser." You do as you're told. The weight is startling. All this was just on her all night? You gag on the smell and turn so she doesn't see. "Twist the bag a couple times and tie it as low as you can get it." And just like that the worst of it is gone. "Alright, now the fun part. Wipes are one drawer up. You'll want a bag for them, too. After that we're probably going to want to take this to the shower." "You're pretty good at this, Cass." "No shit, Sherlock. I get a lot of practice." "I take it it, uh, doesn't come out of fur real easy." "No, it does not. My offer stands." You shake your head. "In for a penny." You go to work. She isn't kidding: it's a mess down there. As big as the lump in her, uh, diaper was, there's maybe half that much left. God, she does this by herself? Must take forever. "You get used to it," she sighs, sensing your surprise in the stroke of the wipe against her, "you get practiced, like I said, and you figure out how to move things along. Just get the worst of it, then we shower." You keep at it, and slowly things start to come together. The wipes come back cleaner and the smell eases. She shivers again as you get to the base of her tail. You pause, but she shakes her head. "Sorry. It's just I've never had any, you know, help before." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "But you're so forward with it." She sighs, this time wistfully. "Again, practice. You learn it's better to rip the band-aid. That it's always better to tell than get found out. Nobody wants to be mean, or shallow, but nobody likes surprises. It's a big surprise. Better to break a deal before it gets made; that's the kind of mistake you only make once." You grab her paw from her side and give it a bit of a squeeze. "Sorry." "What'd I say about whinging?" "Sorry!" You toss the last of the wipes and she sits up. The paw you'd held falls back on your shoulder. "I don't need you to try to be nice. This kind of problem can really drag you down, but only if you let it. That's another mistake you only make once." "So I'm the first since you, uh...." The grin comes back. You're glad to see it. "Sorry, tiger. Not quite. It's been five years, after all." Funny, you hadn't realized you hoped you were. Talk about saccharine, though. Maybe it's for the best. Presently she stands, stroking you with her tail as she brushes past toward the shower, "But you are the first to not wait on the couch." - "Come on," she calls, "before the booze catches up and I wet again." Her shadow breaks the honey light from the bathroom and you can see her beckoning. Suppose she’d said "we", but you hadn’t wanted to assume. You trot after her, blinking hard and rubbing your eyes as you duck into the light. Holy shit. She’s a bombshell in the nude. Lithe, toned, and wholly unbothered by your probing eyes. She turns again, lifting her tail to flash her hips and ass. “Like this better? I put a lot of goddamn work into it, so you’d best." "I like you however you come." "Oh, shut it," she spits, but there's no steel in her voice. You finish disrobing as she wrenches on the faucet and pops the shower valve. Then she’s on you again: muzzle wide around your mouth and tongue invading. Again you taste the whiskey as she hauls you under the current beside her, water running hot between your bodies and slicking and shrinking her fur. “I don’t think you finished cleaning,” she purrs, wresting your hand from the small of her back and forcing it lower. Again, you do as you’re told. Her jaw clamps harder and you feel yourself sliding under her weight. The plastic of the shower wall plants cooly against your back, and then slips as she shifts her paws to your shoulders. She tenses and huffs as you work, forcing you ever lower under her building ecstasy until she towers overhead. Her abs show faintly through her glistening fur and porcelain teeth shine like chrome in the steam-filtered light. You collapse into one of those wood-slat handicapped benches and are surprised to find it sturdy. Surely it’s got a far less glamorous use on the daily, but as she straddles you again you don’t care to ask. Then she drops, and your spine whips the hardest it has in ages. It’s fast now, her arms wrapped tight around your back and blunted claws digging. Your body strains, and hers, too. There’s a closeness to it you hadn’t expected: the kind you don’t usually find in a bar. There’s security in the strength of her grasp and her feverish motion, and you hope like hell she can feel you give it back. Maybe she doesn’t let it bother her, but she wanted you to see the whole package. Well, you’ll take it as-is, and you put your back into making it obvious. Judging by the howl, she can tell. - The night blurs a little, detail lost to booze, reverie, and confusion. You’re back on the bed again, sprawled out together on a warm, drying towel. The light’s still on, but her breathing’s slowed, and a tired weight is slowly settling on your chest and forehead. You’ve got your arms around each other. Her still-damp fur runs warm and silky between your fingers. The world seems heavy and distant. But her eyes flutter, and she blinks. You wince as the feeling falters. “Hey, comfy as this is, I’m still going to need change real quick or it won’t stay that way long.” You yawn, not quite letting go as she shifts to turn away. “You know, Cass, I don’t mind if..., you know, whatever. We can take care of it in the morning.” But she groans and wriggles free. “That’s sweet of you, but neither of us is going to feel that way when we wake up cold, wet, and hungover three hours from now." Suppose that tracks. You chuckle, and let her go. “Take it that’s one of those mistakes you only make once?” “Once and only once.” “Want help?” “I got this one. Takes practice.” Without her weight beside you you can’t help waking a little. Drowsily you watch from the corner of your eye as she plucks one of the things from her dresser, unfurls it, and pulls it up between her thighs. A couple of practiced motions and she’s got the tail taped up, then the leg-holes tight and finally the waist snug. You’re startled how much smaller it is clean, barely disrupting her silhouette save some thickening around the hips. She must know you’re watching because she turns again for you, this time giving her tail a more demure swish. You smile to yourself. There’s a certain elegance to the pragmatism of it all, at least the way she wears it. “Beautiful as ever,” you call. She snorts dismissively. “Uh huh. Sure am.” “Ya’ know? You can kinda rock that thing.” Her ears snap half-back. You wince. “...sorry.” “Yeah, you’ll forgive me if that’s not my favorite compliment I’ve ever gotten. But I appreciate the sentiment.” She flops back onto the bed beside you, this time pulling the towel out of the way and the comforter back up. You close your eyes as you feel her warmth again, but she pokes you firmly in the chest with a claw. “Hey. These shouldn’t leak, but I haven’t had a dry night since this whole mess started, and after an evening like this there’s no telling what else will happen. Just fair warning.” You poke back. “Alright, but I’m ‘gonna make you a deal: If I don’t get to whinge, you don’t get to warn me about stuff anymore.” She sighs, hiding what you’re sure is relief behind a veil of irritation. “Deal.”
  7. Kyuu

    Shizuku - Wet Dreams

    Another amazing rendition of Shizuku by @raikori! I think we may need to get some mattress protectors.

    © Art by HitsujiOmo, Shizuku by OmoOrg

  8. First time I've posted here in awhile and wow uhm....these new tags are so arousing..im gonna have fun with those aahh This is my oc Pixie struggling to get through her shift. I miss my bartending days sometimes
  9. A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.) Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team. “Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!” The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself. The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground. “Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.” Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over. “You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought. “She’s gonna blow…” Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft. “We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!” “Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose. “Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow.
  10. A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.) Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team. “Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!” The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself. The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground. “Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.” Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over. “You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought. “She’s gonna blow…” Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft. “We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!” “Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose. “Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow.
  11. Hello omo.org memeber! i hope to introduce myself, i am guowur/lychee, an artist. i want to take requests. the request must be of my characters, but i will draw them doing almost anything omo related. each character has a bit about them on their profiles so hopefully you'll read a little about them, and base your requests on that : ) i will draw my art in my style. Please do not repost my artwork anywhere. thank you. just a side note, i will draw diapers and infantilism (treating an adult like a child in a demeaning way), but i WILL NOT do age regression. i will not draw scat. i believe those are my only boundaries. if something else comes up i'll let you know! thank you. Jelly: Berry: Melon: Ringo: Salsa: Sushi:
  12. Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.
  13. This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors. -- On Talking to Strangers Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation... -- The young, slender, and girlish German Shepherd in question was aboard his third train of the morning, having set out from home before first light. Despite rising so early, he didn't feel the least bit groggy or tired. In fact, as the sun had rose along his journey from his apartment in the Akihabara District of Tokyo and now into the foothills of Gunma, so had his anxiety. He had never done anything like this before - this spontaneous, this self-indulgent, and this... risky. But, fresh on the tail of a bad breakup and the emotional funk that followed, he had resolved himself to a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a venture outside of his comfort zone. Well out of his comfort zone. At his feet was a large canvas roller-luggage bag; he quietly unzipped the front pocket and fished inside. He unfurled the dot-matrix printout of the message he'd downloaded earlier that week. After retrieving it from inside, he read it over again, half to pass the time, and half to be sure he had the right stop. He'd been so nervous he'd almost gotten off at the wrong station twice. "Hey Mizu! Thanks again for RSVPing for our first ever BBS meetup! You were the last one to contact me, which makes us four members in total. I took the train station you gave me and a map and have given you some directions below. I hope you don't mind waking up early to make the meeting time~ Bring enough clothes to last you at least a week, toiletries, and whatever else you want. I'll be paying for food and drinks and such, so don't worry too much about cash, just make sure you have enough for train fare at least. Be ready to have some fun when you arrive! I look forward to seeing you there! DIRECTIONS: 1. From Takanadobaba Station, take the 5:54 AM Yamanote Line train to Ueno Station. 2. From Ueno Station, take the 6:34 AM Hokuriku Shinkansen to Takasaki Station. 3. From Takasaki Station, take the 7:26 AM Agatsuma Line train to Kanashima Station." Mizu folded it back up and stowed it back in the front flap of his rolling luggage, holding onto the handrail in front of his seat so tightly he swore he'd leave handpaw prints in it. He closed his eyes. It's not too late to turn back, he thought. You've never met these people before. This could turn out terribly... The Shepherd grimaced and shook his head, as if to shake the intrusive thoughts out, so vigorously two people nearby looked up to glance at him. He smiled at them sheepishly, then looked back down and willed himself to be invisible until the overhead speaker crackled to life. "Kanashima Station. Kanashima." It clicked back off with a short pop. The pup steeled himself and stood, taking inventory of his belongings and preparing for the train to stop. I'm 23! I'm in charge of my life! I need to have some fun while I'm still young! The way he visibly jumped when the train car's brakes squealed totally betrayed that his internal pep talk wasn't working. As the train glided smoothly to a stop, he forced himself to walk jiltedly to the doors, and when they hissed open, he wobbled out of the train and onto the platform. The passengers that followed him paid him no mind as they stepped around where he'd stopped on the platform, walking off towards the mostly empty parking lot and out of view. The doors rolled shut with a thunk behind the pup, and as the electric motors aboard the train droned to life, he closed his eyes again and willed the butterflies in his stomach to settle. No going back now, he thought. The next train home will be along in 15 minutes, a voice inside his head reasoned. He decided coincidentally that perhaps doing instead of thinking would be more productive, and he unfurled the printout again. Everything read normally up until this point for someone attending a meeting or convention, however the directions took a decidedly different, strange turn from here. A turn which betrayed the true nature of the small vacation he'd decided to take, and the people he was on his way to meet. "4. Upon arrival at Kanashima station, locate a vending machine. Purchase a bottle of juice or tea at least one Liter. Do not use the bathroom." Mizu's grip on the sheet of paper tightened with a tense rustle. He was really doing this... He took one last deep breath, and gazed around his vicinity. The view from the station was mostly unobstructed for a mile or two. Shibukawa, the city Kanashima Station resided in, was fairly rural; a farming town nestled at the bottom of the Gunma hills. From the station, he could see the bullet train tracks, several small homes, plenty of fields, and the dark brown and green hills beyond. It was certainly a far cry of the concrete, glass, and neon of Akihabara. He took a deep breath, the crisp and cool spring air quite refreshing compared to the oppressive, smog-filled air of the city. After a moment on the empty platform, his focus returned to him. The instructions echoed in his head. Get a drink, and don't use the bathroom. Admittedly, he'd used the toilet on the Shinkansen a couple hours ago, and at the moment he was in the borderline state where he honestly couldn't tell if he needed to again. The sensations between his legs were gentle and noncommittal, and what little tingling he felt could probably be just as easily attributed to nervousness. Rather than risk making it a definite, he pushed himself to keep moving, stepping off the platform and over to the nearby waiting area for buses. There, under a wooden overhang, sat three lonely vending machines. One was for cigarettes (and was empty, anyway), so it was of no use to him - the other two were older, refrigerated vending machines for snacks and drinks. Luckily for him, the drinks machine had one last holdout fluorescent lighting tube still buzzing and illuminating the selection. After a couple minutes split between genuine apprehension and presumably browsing, he selected a 1.3L bottle of sweetened green tea. In the end, the extra 300 ml probably wasn't going to really matter if the day was going to follow the trend the instructions were setting. Which, coincidentally, was the next order of business, and after a bit of unfolding, he looked over the next step. "5. Drink half of the bottle now. Afterwards, follow the northwest road from the station until you cross under the Shinkansen tracks." Mizu gazed from the sheet, to the bottle, and back to the sheet again. He was already regretting not sticking to the minimum size on the instructions. But, for reasons he still couldn't quite get a good grasp of, he broke the seal on the bottle and raised it to his muzzle. His pulls started eager, but by the time he'd gotten to roughly halfway, each gulp was slow, deliberate, and separated by full breath in and out through his nose. He finally pulled the bottle away with a wet pop, lifting it up to the light and surveying the damage. It wasn't clear just where half was, but he guessed it was good enough, and screwed the cap back on. He licked his chops, one hand on his middle as he caught his breath, the other stowing the bottle into his luggage. After a few moments, he stepped away from the vending machines, got his bearings, and set off on a jaunty pace towards the hills. The next 45 minutes or so seemed to pass by far more quickly than it should have. Upon arriving at the overpass, Mizuki unfolded the printout, which had returned to giving mundane directions, and continued up into the hills, up ever-narrowing streets, and as the trees and brush grew more present, so did a familiar tickling in his tummy. He tried to ignore it, but it reminded him exactly where he was going and whom he was meeting, and along with his newfound mild need to pee, his anxiety also began to gently return. Gently, at least, until he found he had arrived. He was almost surprised to find he was at the end of his destination, but sure enough, turning around, he could see out over the fields, to the train station, and beyond. He turned back to face his destination. In a past life, the two story home likely had been a rather upscale investment, especially in such a rural town as Shibukawa. Now, however, the home was less regal and more "lived in," the unassuming beige paint faded with decades of warm summers, the traditional black roof tiles serving as a welcome home for moss and leaves. It was not, however, neglected, with a neat and tidy yard and well-maintained compact car in the driveway. Overall, his destination had a homely warmth to it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but whatever it was, this was a sight better. If only he could convince his feet the same thing; they'd instead decided that they were quite happy where they were and were rather uninterested in budging. After a full minute of wrestling with his apprehension, a gentle gust of particularly brisk spring air swirled past him, tickling him between his ankles, around his knees... and up his skirt. If the shiver he gave wasn't from the chill, it was from his bladder gently reminding him that he'd had plenty to drink before setting out, and the argument was persuasive enough that he nervously padded over to the front door. His right thumb pressed the doorbell, and his left hand smoothed his skirt back into place. A bell sounded somewhere inside, and there was a brief smatter of muffled but excited voices followed by footsteps approaching. Mizu winced, swallowed, and gathered what was left of his nerves while he could. The door clicked twice as the locks each drew open, and finally the door swung inward. Mizu had to lower his gaze to meet eyes with his host; standing easily at five and a half feet tall opposed to Mizu's nearly six foot two was a very laid back looking panda. Adorned in a robe and sweatpants, she definitely gave an immediate impression of youth and informality, and the mop of dark grey hair which hung lethargically off of her head cemented the facade. Despite her hair color, however, she was obviously about Mizu's age. She extended a hand, the expression on her face one of reserved joy. "You must be Mizuki!" He nodded, taking the proffered gesture and shaking with both of his. "That's me! Call me Mizu, though." He gave a nervous giggle. She beamed back at him. "Mizu it is! I'm Yasuko, but you probably already knew that." She gazed downwards. "Where's your bottle? Didja get cold feet about my directions?" Mizu winced and followed with a sheepish grin, reaching down into the pocket of his luggage and producing the bottle, giving it a slosh or two for emphasis. Yasuko was elated, grinning widely and clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Haruaki chickened out and I made him have a cup of coffee when he got here." There was a bit of an awkward pause as Mizu stowed the bottle in the luggage and waited a beat, before Yasuko perked up. "Oh, come in! It's chilly out there, and I'm sure you want to unpack." She led the Shepherd inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The hall was a little dark, lit by a couple of wall lamps here and there, but it was tidy and warm, letting Mizu breathe a little easier, his tension finally beginning to ramp down. They arrived at a staircase just before the hall opened out into a living room. Yasuko gestured upstairs. "Your room is the first door on the right! Feel free to unpack and freshen up if you want to, we'll be down in the living room." She leaned in again and murmured into Mizu's ear. "Be sure to mind the rules when you unpack your toiletries!" Mizu bristled a little out of excitement, meekly mumbling in reply, "Rules?" The panda grinned a sinister grin. "You'll see~! Up you go, come join us when you're all settled in." She gave Mizu's butt a gentle, encouraging pat and disappeared around the corner. As he started to climb, he heard a distant, "Oh my gawd, he's so CUTE" from the living room. He smiled dopily and was misty-eyed up a smidgeon by the time he reached the top of the stairs. It was decided. He'd definitely made the right choice badgering himself into coming. -- A short time later, he was unpacked. The bedroom was small for a house of this size, but it was bigger than the bedroom of his apartment and much more richly furnished. He'd stowed his clothes in the closet and unpacked his toiletries and other belongings in the bathroom across the hall. He was definitely feeling a good portion of the tea he'd drank working its way downward through him, every bend and stretch while putting things away sending a tiny flurry of tingles and sensations from between his legs. What he felt unpacking certainly paled in comparison to when he'd taken stock of what was in the bathroom, however. He knew now what Yasuko meant by "rules." Running from one side of the ceramic toilet, up and across the toilet seat and lid, and tightly back down to the other side was a strip of thick, high-adhesive tape. On the tape in permanent marker was scrawled, "Off limits! Do not use!" along with a little squiggle, a drawing of a cherry blossom, and a winking face. Upon laying eyes on it, he let a genuine groan out of his snout, leaning forward and resting a hand on his lower tummy. His bladder had been polite all this time with the anxiety and distractions he'd been facing, but now, with only a thick strip of tape and his own voluntary actions keeping him from draining the decent amount of urine stored up inside of his belly, it decided that now was a good time to remind the pup that it was time for a pit stop. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he'd left the bathroom, and slipped back into the bedroom - without relieving himself. He took a last few moments just to ensure he had everything in order and opened the bedroom door to head back downstairs. On the way out, however, he hesitated, then glanced back at his luggage. The bulge was still present in one of the upper flaps... He turned around and trod over to it, fishing his PET bottle of tea out of its confines, trying not to watch the tea lazily slosh around within before making his way back downstairs. Mizu heard muffled voices coming from the living room as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. He poked his head around the corner. In the middle of the room, on a pair of opposite cream-velour couches, sat Yasuko, and a black, brown, and white Shiba Inu he assumed was Haruaki. He was about Mizu's age... perhaps a little older, broad-shouldered and fit, with a tired expression on his face. He had a beanie on over his auburn hair, a red shirt with an imposing eagle-shaped design, and black slacks. He was reclined back with both arms resting upon the back of the couch, generally facing in Mizuki's direction - and coincidentally looked up as Mizu peered in. This prompted Yasuko to stop mid conversation and look over her shoulder, instantly beaming in his direction and boisterously plapping her hand on the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you! Join us." Mizu smiled shyly and sauntered into the room, taking a look around. It was just as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house; in an entertainment center was a name-brand Hi-Fi system and a fairly large color TV, and on a desk nearby was a well-cared for NEC PC-98 (complete with its own monitor!), which he figured belonged to or was used extensively by Yasuko. He was momentarily envious. Momentarily until he gave a little yelp of surprise, Yasuko having hooked two fingers into the back of his skirt and pulled his butt couchward with a coy little, "Sit, boy!" He landed with a thump and an audible slosh from his tea bottle, which he set on the table in front of him - noticing an empty ceramic mug and empty plastic water bottle about half the size of his tea bottle standing conspicuously among the magazines and coasters. The panda continued with a confident and playful candor, "Mizu, this is Haruaki, as you can probably guess. Haruaki, this adorable boy," she said, petting the shep behind his ears, "Is Mizuki." Haruaki arched his eyebrows in an "A-ha" sort of fashion, giving a reserved, "Hey" in reply. His voice was much softer and higher in tone than he'd expected. Mizuki gave a little nod and a warm smile, mildly aware of the uncanny feeling of discovery coming to put faces to names and blocks of text on the other side of a modem. Yasuko piped up, leaning forward. "Don't let his act fool you, this nerd was so nervous about our little meetup he forgot to get a drink on the way here. Allegedly." She said, narrowing her eyes in a precociously accusatory fashion. Haruaki's expression cracked, a shy smile flashing across his muzzle for a moment before he wrestled it back away, his face a mite more pink than it was before. They made small talk for a little while. Haruaki was a full time college student, and part time convenience store clerk, studying to be an engineer. He'd found the BBS while wasting time on the college library computers, fishing around for content that suited his interests. Yasuko worked part time for her parents' consumer electronics manufacturing company. Yasuko went on to admit it was how she'd come to live in such a big house on her own - it actually belonged to her parents, but they'd since relocated to Kadoma to be closer to the company's headquarters. Her parents returned a few times a month to check in and visit, but were largely absent. She was the founder of the BBS all three had met on, which was hosted off of another computer and telephone line upstairs in her room. When asked what Mizu did for a living, he meekly replied that he worked for the city of Tokyo doing a lot of really boring paperwork. He wasn't lying, technically. Yasuko changed the subject after a short while, clapping her hands together lightly. "All righty, now that we all know each other, let's get down to business." She rose, and both of the seated canines watched in curious silence as she wandered into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge door, and for a moment, all that was visible was her pajama-clad butt and puffball tail before she leaned back out, kicking it closed behind her. After a moment, she set down two full bottles of water on the coffee table - the same size as the empty one that was already there. Her gaze swept from Haruaki to Mizu, mischievous grin creeping across her face. "You two came all the way out here for this, might as well get the fun started." And without another word, she broke the seal on one of the bottles of water, closed her eyes, and tipped it upward, taking long, deep pulls from it. Haruaki and Mizu were too busy watching her drink in awe to realize what she quite meant. Her throat worked busily, each gulp audible in the relative quiet of the living room, until she was about halfway done with her water bottle. She opened one eye and stopped, gazing from Mizu and back to Haruaki, before tipping her head forward in a "Well?" sort of gesture. Both of the boys had an "oh right" moment, Haruaki taking a bottle for himself and Mizu collecting his half-full bottle of tea. The shepherd meekly asked, "All of it?," only to be met with a "What do you think" kind of look from the both of them. Oh well. For the better part of a minute, the only clear noise in the room was the eager chugs and gulps of three wayward young adults. After all was said and done, five empty plastic bottles and an equally vacant ceramic mug were the only evidence left of their devious intent, sitting pell-mell on the coffee table. Yasuko burped lazily and leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Hokay! Now we wait for that to work its magic... How's everyone feeling?" Haruaki shrugged, still trying to catch his breath. "I could take a leak, I guess..." He mused absentmindedly. Yasuko replied, "Yeah, me too, but it's not bad or anything," adding a roll of her hips for emphasis. They both turned to Mizu. Mizu recoiled slightly, on the spot for a moment, and Yasuko gave a tiny trill of amusement. Within the pup, a nagging sens­­­­ation had begun. Gone was the comfortable, if persistent tingling that had been present most of the trip from the train station, and now the familiar buzzing, insistent need to pee had manifest and was beginning to press on him downstairs. After a moment of fidgeting and working up the courage, Mizu murmured, “I guess I'm really starting to feel it...” Yasuko cackled, startling the others a little. She leaned in to muss his hair with an energetic palm. “You are adorable, you know that?” she inquired boisterously, the pup closing his eyes and growling affectionately with the tussling. “I’d never know those bold posts on my BBS came from you.” Mizu smiled sheepishly, replying, “Yeah, I guess it’s just easier to be confident online…” They made yet more small talk before Yasuko opened a cabinet inside of the entertainment center, revealing a pristine Famicom game system. “Oh dude,” enthused Haruaki from the couch, standing up to join her. “I’ve been trying to save up for one of these, but college life is suffering…” Yasuko grinned back at him while Mizu got up to join them in front of the TV. “I’ve got connections~,” she teased. “The Famicom is great and all, but Sega’s got something new coming out soon, too.” She left Mizu and Haru to fawn over her impressive collection of cartridges, retrieving a pile of junk food and some sodas from the kitchen before joining them. They took turns playing through a pair of games for some time, with Yasuko and Haruaki proving to both be very loud and much better than Mizu at both. Much gaming, trash talk, and general jubilation followed for a while, with Haruaki's performance steadily declining as Yasuko's wiggling and bouncing steadily loosened her robe. Thirty minutes passed. A casual observer would notice that their skill was beginning to decline despite their continued boisterous enjoyment. They'd also notice that, given the Famicom only supported two controllers, one of the three was sitting out between turns, and that the lack of distraction was taking its toll on their composure. On his turn to sit out, Haru had begun to tug on the hem of his slacks and restlessly adjust himself between his legs; Yasuko, the much bolder of the three, slipped a hand betwixt her legs and bounced in place; and Mizu, much more shy, simply let a hand rest on his lower belly and strained against the sloshing, insistent fullness within. Despite their needy bladders, however, they still were obviously and loudly enjoying themselves, and partaking of the drinks and snacks around them to fuel it. After nearly an hour, however, the group had considerably quieted. There was a more tense, uneasy air about them as they took turns - and controllers were being traded much more frequently as all three seemed to be rather rapidly losing their focus. A few empty soda cans littered the floor in front of the entertainment center. Despite three still half-full cans next to each of them, nobody was drinking anymore... but it was too late to stop now. Their swollen bladders simply wouldn't be ignored any longer. Mizu was the first to crack, after a particularly poor bout of playing, letting out a groan of frustration and set the controller down and finally allowing himself to visibly squirm. "Urrrf. I can't focus anymore." The buzzing in his lower belly was now an insistent, urgent throbbing. His restless thighs trembled slightly, rubbing together as he tensed his muscles repeatedly against the intense pressure built up inside. If he weren't here, in this particular situation, he'd have gone to the bathroom a long time ago. He looked up, as if realizing he wasn't alone only just now. Yasuko was still sitting Seiza style, but both hands were on her knees, bent forward and her back arching, butt wiggling beneath her and pom-pom tail shivering. Haru had quit sitting cross-legged at some point and was on his knees now, one hand obviously tucked up between his legs, looking the both of them over with a plain look of anxiety. He spoke, his voice more than a little needy. "This is fun and all... but when do we pee?" Yasuko leaned back to a playful angle, bangs falling into her face, breasts barely covered by her now very loose robe. Her face stated her need well enough, but was layered with a coy, even aroused gaze back at him. "What's the matter? Gonna spring a leak~? We'll all go eventually, don't worry about it!" Haru gazed at her flexible pose and gulped... then nodded. "...maybe..." Mizuki piped up after grimacing, their demeanor in turn reminding him of his own bladder bulging against the hem of his skirt. "That may be, but I have a feeling a toilet's not in the picture..." Yasuko pivoted her head over to Mizu, chewing on her lower lip, perhaps a little more drunk on arousal than was apparent previously. "Nope! That's the rules~" Mizu glanced down between his shivering thighs and then back up at Yasuko. "Well, we're on carpet, and with us being as bad off as we are, isn't that kind of a bad idea?" Yasuko lazily blew the bangs out of her face and Haru mimicked Mizu's downward glance before she replied. "I guess you're right." She directed her gaze over her shoulder, letting one leg jiggle urgently underneath her as she hastily assessed their surroundings. "Let's move over to the kitchen while we can." She shakily rose, unfolding her legs with a stiff groan. She gazed down at Haru, rather looming over him while he knelt, noticing he had snuck another hand betwixt his legs. "If we can still make it." Haru let out an intimidated meep as he gazed back up at her; Yasuko boldly reached over, and slowly popped the button on his slacks as if to make room for his swollen bladder. "Come on, you. You can do it!" Haru gave a needy grumble in reply, making it about halfway up and pausing to squirm before getting himself stood. His hands, however, didn't budge from their station, and instead pulled upward against his groin, struggling to buy himself time. Mizu was able to get up from where he sat with only a little bit of a struggle. At least, so he thought - near the peak of his rising, he started to stretch without even thinking about it, and what followed was a shamefully familiar sensation. A warm surge shot from beneath him, up the length of his sheath, and before he could react, dampened his tights. The pup let out an audible meep and shoved his hands up and under his skirt, now the second person in the room to abuse his junk in a desperate bid to hold back his overfull and overworked bladder. Yasuko practically trilled, grin wide and eyes half-lidded with delight, hooking both of the boys by the arms and dragging them towards the kitchen. "Come on now, before both of you ruin my floor." The trip to the kitchen took a little longer than it would normally with two extras in tow and three very sloshy tummies, but eventually Yasuko, Haruaki, and Mizuki were over the relative safety of kitchen tile. There were several seconds of awkwardness, the three youths gazing over each other as each danced and squirmed against the burning down below in their own ways, before Yasuko, whom had become the de-facto leader of this particular event, let out a flirty little giggle and spoke. "Well, I guess this is it," she mused. "What do you say we make this a little more interesting?" As both boys fidgeted and watched, she shakily untucked her hands from beneath herself, dug her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, and slowly, restlessly slipped them off. Now having the undivided attention of her two guests, she smirked a shaky smirk, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it hang loosely, revealing a pair of faded pink babydoll panties... and a quarter-sized damp patch. She let her back rest against the edge of the counter as the boys stared, able to keep a smug composure for about 30 seconds before grunting and shoving her hands back where they were desperately needed. "Hmmmfokay enough showing off. Your turn." Mizuki and Haru were suddenly aware of their own bodies again, and with it the pressure they were both fighting against. Mizu looked over Haru, and Haru returned the favor, shy eyes both searching each other for a few seconds with Yasuko restlessly looking on. Mizu gave a little sigh of defeat, and with one hand, reached up and undid one snap, then the next, on his skirt, each little pop resonating within his bulging, taut bladder. It slid off his hips and onto the tile, and he slid it out of the danger zone with one shaky foot. Yasuko growled a playful, "Show us the goods~" and Mizu gave a shy little smirk in response, heart thudding away in his chest as he got a good grip with his pelvic muscles and shakily let his hands part. His tight, shiny black bikeshorts showed off his bulges rather nicely - both the swollen bladder throbbing in his belly, and his junk neatly outlined by the thin elastic fabric... and the apple sized wet spot just above his sheathtip. Yasuko leaned over, lustful purr rumbling forth as she kissed the boy's cheek. "Adorable! But you better hold tight, you look about ready to pop!" Mizu touched noses with her affectionately before she pulled away, obediently resuming his obvious cupping of his junk. Yasuko turned her attention to the Shiba next, which he was dreading. Mizu glanced over, too, and noted his hesitation as well, the reserved pup avoiding eye contact, both hands jammed in his crotch and his legs crossed. Tightly. Yasuko edged over to him, almost whispering into his ear, "C'mon, buddy, don't you want to join us?" Haru shook his head, gritting his teeth and squeezing his legs tight. "You're gonna ruin those slacks..." Haru shook his head, tugging upward against his junk and twisting his hips. "Too late for that," he mumbled. Yasuko arched her eyebrows, curious, and leaned forward a bit, kissing his cheek and prying one hand away from herself to coax both of the boy's from between his legs. After a little protesting, he finally allowed her to reveal what he'd been concealing: a fist sized damp spot in his slacks. Yasuko trilled with surprise. "Jeez, you're not kidding. Good thing we got you away from my carpet when we did." Haru nodded bashfully, and sighed. "Guess it doesn't matter now..." He shakily parted his legs after a couple false starts, and carefully slipped off his slacks, revealing a pair of pale blue boxers with a shamefully large navy wet patch. "At least I've got the advantage now, I guess." And at last, the three of them were together in various states of undress and in dire, critical need of a bathroom break. Mizu mused to himself that he was probably the worst along, having drank a fair shake more than anyone else and with only a little spurt of relief to make up for it. He certainly felt and showed it, each throb of his bulging bladder eroding his will to continue and a healthy, smooth, firm bulge protruded from below his belly button. Haru continued to clutch himself tightly with his legs crossed, and Yasuko had one hand tucked between her legs, but otherwise seemed in control, the other gripping the counter she was leaning against tightly and her legs shivering. All that was audible was the remaining clothes rustling, deep breathing, and the occasional labored whine or moan. At last, Yasuko, ever the bold one, spoke up. "Don't suppose either of you two think you want to wet yourselves so I can finally win this little contest, hmm?" Mizu and Haru both honestly considered it, their bladders begging to finally be allowed to empty, but at length neither of them did, the last bit of pride, or perhaps shame, not allowing either of them to be the first to burst. Yasuko chuckled. "Didn't think so. But that's okay, because I have my secret weapon~." Mizu and Haru both had a wave of dread watch over them, Haru even flinching a little when Yasuko started to move. But she didn't touch either of them, instead leaning forward (with a moan of frustration as he own overfull bladder protested heavily) and opening the refrigerator. From within, she took out another water bottle, and shut the door, opening the top and giving both of the curious boys a devilish look. "This oughtta make those water balloons of yours pop reeeeal quick." Haru could only manage a meek, "Oh god..." before she pressed it to her lips and tilted her head up. Gulp... In the silence of the kitchen, it rang out loud and clear, the mouthful of water working down her throat and into her stomach. But for Mizu, it might as well have gone straight from the bottle and into his bladder. A wave of pressure washed over him as his bladder contracted, turning to lean on the counter and squeezing his junk in desperation as his grip against his tank full of urine faltered, a very girlish, pleading moan escaping his maw. Gulp... Haru was transfixed, eyes wide as the panda drank, her half naked frame commanding his full attention. His eyes trailed from her mouth, down her throat, past her breasts and stomach... and down to the prominent bulge that rested just above her panty hem. His focus had to come from somewhere, though, and before he realized it, there was a muffled, wet hiss, and from beneath his hands a sizable spurt of pee soaked his boxers and dribbled onto the floor. Yasuko opened one eye, gazing at him smugly as he abused his sheath with both hands to get the flow to stop, his maw agape and panting now. Gulp... Mizu's whole body shook. It was too much. The sound of Haru leaking and the continued, defiant ingesting of water by the girl next to him; all he'd drank over the past few hours; his throbbing, overfull, neglected bladder; it was all too much. The red-hot pangs of fullness in his belly would not be stayed any longer, he had to do something, his crotch burned with the threat of an accident. Just a little, he reasoned. Just a little bit... He let his muscles relax as much as he dared, and soon his own little spurts followed, the jet of urine springing through the thin fabric of his spats, through his cupped hands, and onto the floor with three heavy splashes. Gulp... Haru had every muscle tightened, his sheath squashed shut by his hands and legs, and his body contorting like a child refusing to be potty trained, but it simply wasn't enough. Another sequestered hiss started from within the confines of his constrained crotch, but this one was longer... fuller... heavier... and the spattering on the floor under him didn't stop for several seconds. "No... stop... please..." It wasn't clear if he was begging for Yasuko to stop with her flagrant acts or with his own abused and failing bladder control, but neither heeded him. Another rushing surge of urine shot out like a bespoke fountain from in between his fingers and onto the floor, but this one didn't stop, and before long he had parted his hands and legs and simply let the river of pee rushing out of his sheath and onto the floor of the kitchen go. It arced from his tip out through the fabric of his boxers as much as it drained through both of his leg holes; and the moaning, panting that escaped his open, upward tilted maw were as unrestrained as the flow belting from down below. Yasuko smiled from the mouth of her bottle, but she hadn't forgotten about Mizu, and as her gaze swept to him, he meekly protested with a pleading whimper. Gulp. Mizu's eyes went wide. Something had happened within him. As the panda forced down another mouthful of water, it felt like a fuse had been lit inside of his body. As the water worked down the panda's neck, he could feel a chill run down his spine and rush towards his belly. When the water reached Yasuko's stomach and stopped, the signal within his middle didn't, rushing down past his belly button and crashing into his bladder with immense speed. And then, all at once, he realized what it was. His pelvic muscles relaxed all at once, and with a final, futile yelp, his bladder contracted. Despite the pressure from both hands, a spout of urine sprayed forth from his sheath, soaking his blouse and splashing Yasuko's leg before splattering on the tile of the kitchen floor. He commanded his body to stop, tried frantically ordering his pelvic muscles closed, but they heeded no commands, completely overridden by his own body. He let out a wail of defeat, his hands dropping away from his crotch as he slumped to the floor with a wet splat. His stream of urine arced a good foot in the air through his spats, curving back downward and drenching his chest and belly before finally forming a huge puddle beneath him. Gulp... As both boys looked up, between their pants and moans, still helplessly having their accidents, they realized that Yasuko hadn't stopped drinking. Instead, she'd closed her eyes. Gulp. A few bubbles of air rose in the bottle as the vacuum created by her consumption equalized. Her bladder was the opposite of a vacuum, however, her confidence betrayed by the damage her own mind game was playing within her, and before long, a dripping sound joined the gushing and splashing the two boys nearby were making as three or four droplets fell from her suddenly much darker panties. Gulp. They watched in awe, their own bladders nearing empty and their streams dwindling to trickles, then a couple final spurts, as Yasuko continued to chug. She let the hand holding herself slip away from her crotch, resting on her tummy as the dripping became a tiny rivulet. Gulp. The bottle was mostly empty now, only a good mouthful or so left. Yasuko paused to breathe, although the breath was more of a helplessly aroused moan, as the rivulet beneath pulsed with strength, once, twice, and then finally becoming a full, urgent stream as her own grip finally caved. Gulp. The bottle was empty now. It clattered to the floor as she let it drop, splashing where her growing pool of urine was beginning to encroach upon Haru's small lake, both hands on her belly as her stream grew to a fountain, panting and gasping as her own taxed bladder wrung itself empty. She gazed downward, chest heaving, as her victory over the two also reached its end, pouring forth without any hope of stopping as the boys aside of her looked on, dazed and exhausted. At last, she finished, letting her stream trickle to a stop. All three of them collected themselves, panting and groaning as the puddles they made gradually wicked into their underwear and dangling clothes. Their faces were three unique portraits of relief and adrenaline, the group all practically glowing with the thrill of what they'd done. Minutes that seemed like hours ticked on, until Mizu finally returned to some state of awareness, gazing around at the half-naked pair next to him, then down at the now staggeringly drenched kitchen tile. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Yasuko and Haru seemed to rouse at his words, each taking in the scene before them, Yasuko mumbling "No kidding..." and Haru just bashfully smiling and averting his gaze. Yasuko reached out both her arms, pulling the pair over to give both of them a soft, affectionate kiss, amidst the now singular pool beneath them. "You two are amazing. I've... never felt like this before." Mizu quietly mumbled a "Me, either," and Haru simply nodded, working up the courage to beg another kiss from Yasuko with his lips, which she returned warmly. "Well," Yasuko ventured, the wetness on her body rapidly beginning to cool. "We've got some cleanup to do. What do you boys say you head over to the master bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll mop up here and join you in a minute while you get the hot water running?" Mizu, Yasuko, and Haru all exchanged glances, and Haru, who was obviously tenting by this point, shakily rose first, followed by Mizu, who developed a similar problem as he tailed behind Haru to the bathroom. Yasuko took a moment to collect herself, testing her legs before rising, licking her lips and envisioning what was soon to follow as she wobbled to a nearby cabinet and dug out some towels. When she finished and joined them, she found herself involved in something that only partially involved helping each other get washed up. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening bonding, swapping stories and experiences like any other three young adults would, and after dinner, while their clothes tumbled in the dryer, when they all tucked into bed, each was still glowing, now mixed with eager anticipation for what would come the next day, and the days that followed. Sleep wouldn't come easy; for Haru because he was simply too excited, but for the other two, well... ...that's a story for another time.
  14. A Late Night at the Office An archived interactive fiction thread with images. Original run date - 11/17/21 Laramie Halford spends a late night at work, trying to get an important coding project done, but when a little too much coffee to drink starts causing problems for the poor panda, she soon discovers that a full bladder is the least of her worries... and perhaps one of the best things to happen to her in years. This is an archived record of an interactive fiction that ran on the Omorashi.Org Discord server back in November of 2021. It includes multiple images throughout, and features ongoing narration. It's about 56 pages with images. I wish I could include a better image for the thumbnail, but my more dramatic shots would be spoilers This interactive was produced using Alchemy Viewer AgileAkita for Second Life. A Late Night at the Ofiice.pdf
  15. Here it is, my first post! It's a story I wrote as sort of my introductory post to OmoOrg. It's my first time writing anything remotely lewd, as well as my first time writing a story in present-tense second-person. Takes place in a small medieval-style village with significant amounts of magic and technological advancements. Also including a reference of Maple, drawn by yours truly! Perhaps I'll draw a scene from this story, too... CONTAINS: Animal girl (squirrel), hyper wetting, pee drinking, and more --------------------------------------------- A small flicker of candlelight from within the dark confines behind the window pane is all that you can detect from your stance outside the tavern. It’s a rather chilly autumn night, but your cheeks are warm with anticipation. The closed sign hangs conspicuously on the windowsill. Your head darts left and right, eyes wary for any pedestrians that would have caught your surreptitious activity. The cobblestone streets are empty. There are the distant calls of lively chatter in some late-night tavern or club nearby, and the faraway rumble of wooden wagon wheels on stone. Other than that, there is nothing but crickets to be heard. You glance up at the handmade sign hanging above you and the entrance to the inn. It’s a wooden one, hand-carved by the owner herself. Maple’s Nest, it reads. The title in calligraphy is superimposed upon an illustration of a squirrel tail curled around a jar of honey. You take a gloved hand and grasp the metal doorknob, brushing the laurel wreath hanging on the door aside as you enter. The sound of a gentle bell chime greets you as you open the door. Inside Maple’s Nest, the surrounding is dark, though you can still make out the dim outlines of dark oak and mahogany tables in the seating area directly ahead. The light from streetlamps outside shines through the windows and reflects on their ebony surfaces. Chairs are stacks upside down on the tables’ topsides. The floor creaks ever so slightly as you step on it, but not in an eerie way. It creaks in welcome, as it always does to the regulars who have visited this tavern inn and watched it grow from the ground up. Aside from you, there is only one other figure in the room. A young woman – though, a few years older than you – stands with her back turned to you behind the counter. She slides a semi-dirty rag over the empty tankard she’s polishing, too lost in her own thought to notice that you arrived. In that brief moment, you get to have a quick glance at her features. The curve of her back is hidden behind a voluminous squirrel tail, several feet tall and extremely fluffy. It’s an earthy orange, the same color as a maple leaf in the midst of autumn. A hazel stripe runs underneath the top of her tail down to its base. She wears a ridged wool sweater the same color as her tail stripe. Somehow, this sweater is able to both seem fluffy and soft, as if it were a layer of animal fur, and yet wrap so tightly around her figure as to leave little to the imagination. Its top is cut off, rendering her shoulders and the back of her neck exposed to the air and your eyes. On both sides of her navel and stomach, the fabric has also been cut away, revealing the smooth, warm skin of her sides. If she was wearing any sort of shorts, they were too short to see from your position. Her sweater drapes just far enough down past her waist to cover her adequately, but if she’s wearing anything underneath, you couldn’t tell. Her thighs and legs are completely exposed, save for some very fine and luxurious fur boots with buckles hiked up to her knees. Around her neck is a thin string necklace with a red maple leaf pendant in the front. Her hair is a light orange, the most orange hair you had ever seen, and poking out from it are two twitching squirrel ears. When she finally notices you, she turns around in shock, almost dropping her glass. She manages to set it down on the counter without any trouble. “Hey!” she says in a honeyed voice. It’s silky smooth, reminiscent of a mother’s lullaby. Despite only being a little younger than her, there’s this aura about her that reminds you of the proverbial ethereal mother figure. Listen to it too much, and you just might fall asleep. “Hey,” you wave to her. She glances at the closed sign outside the window. “I was wondering where you were today,” she says with a bemused yet relieved expression. “It’s not like you to miss out on the Sunday special. But… as much as I hate to say it, even though you’re a really faithful customer… the hours are the hours. I’m closed for the day. Sorry!” “Oh, it’s no problem, Maple,” you reassure her, walking closer to the counter and leaning over. She’s a bit taller than the average woman, and tall enough that her head rests a noticeable distance above yours. Though, when made apparent, the height difference really isn’t all that intimidating. “I’m not here for the Sunday special. I’m here for a different kind of order.” “Oh? What sort of order is it?” “I’d like to order some of Maple’s Syrup, please,” you say with a sly smile. Maple’s eyes widen as she gasps in shock. She takes a quick step back and does a double take. “M-Maple’s Syrup? Who told you about Maple’s Syrup? Who told you about the secret menu?” You offer nothing but a wink in reply. You can already see beads of sweat start to form on Maple’s forehead, and her cheeks are bright red. “I-I see now why you decided to come in so late,” Maple replies, holding a hand over her chest and catching her breath. “I may be closed for the night, but if you want Maple’s Syrup, I’d be h-happy to provide any time of day. How much would you like?” “As much as you have in you,” you reply without missing a beat. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Maple says, her voice becoming breathless. “I never thought I’d meet a customer who actually is into… the same thing I’m into.” Suddenly, realization dawns on her. “Is that why you always tried to get me to share a drink whenever you came over here on Sundays?” “Yes…” you say. Now it is your turn to get a little embarrassed. “Well, now that you know how to, you can just come here and ask,” Maple says. She eyes the tankard sitting on the countertop. “I mean… I was secretly hoping, but I would never have guessed you’d be the one who found out about it…” “Are you going to use that tankard?” you point towards it. Already your head is filling with images. But Maple simply laughs. “Oh, no no no. You have no idea what you’re in for. There is no way that tankard would be able to be enough…” Your eyes light up at the implication. “Have you been holding it, then?” Another reason why you decided to wait until the tavern was closed was that there was always the possibility that Maple might have been holding in her “syrup” until her shift was done. Maple shakes her head, however. “No. Actually, I just went only a couple minutes before you showed up. I was holding it… I didn’t get to use the bathroom at all during my entire shift. It felt so good to get all of that out after a long day of work. I would have held it longer if I knew you would come in here asking for it, though. Shame.” “Oh. Does that mean that you don’t have anything left? Since you just went, your bladder should be empty, right?” Your worried statement makes Maple giggle. “Aww, are you worried I won’t be able to do it? How cute! But you don’t have to worry. My bladder is never, ever empty,” she says with a suggestive smile. She grabs your hand and pulls you gently around the counter into the bartender’s area. “Come on! As a bonus, you’ll get an exclusive little behind-the-scenes tour. Help me find a big enough container for your drink tonight, sweetie~!” Maple brings you into a room with a lone wooden table in the center. Around the table are shelves upon shelves of pots, pans, glasses, and other containers. Maple starts leafing through the shelves to find what she’s looking for, and you do so as well. “Will this work?” you ask, holding up a beer glass. “Honey, you’re going to have to heighten your expectations. I’m going to need something a lot bigger than that.” The next item you offer is an empty wine bottle, which you were sure would be enough for anybody. But Maple simply shakes her head. There’s something akin to pride in her eyes. Her body is almost shaking with excitement, but you can tell she’s trying to play it cool. Shrugging, you go back to looking. “Aha!” Maple exclaims. You’re thinking that there couldn’t possibly be anything bigger than a wine bottle that anybody could fill in one go, especially just after they went, but… “Is that… a gallon jug?” you gasp in awe. “It sure is!” Maple says, unable to contain her pride. “Hopefully a gallon of syrup is enough to satisfy you?” “There’s no way,” you say, waving your hand and cracking a smile. “You’re pulling my leg. Do you really need an entire gallon jug?” At this, Maple shrugs. “If I’m being honest, I’d be very surprised if I didn’t need at least a gallon every time I peed.” You feel like this has to be some elaborate joke, and that Maple’s just trying to play up your fantasies, and you cast a disbelieving glance in her direction. Yet, she quickly pushes the table out of the way to make space on the wooden floor. She shuts the door behind you so that the two of you have complete privacy, and then kneels down on her knees on the ground, beckoning for you to come closer. The more time passes, the more you realize that she’s not joking. “Now, this jug has a really small opening,” Maple explains, blushing harder than ever. “…aaaand I can get a little intense when I let loose. So… do you think you could hold the jug steady while I make your ‘syrup’?” You nod eagerly and get down on all fours, taking off your gloves. Maple brings the jug between her legs, making an upside-down ‘v’ formation with her thighs. She reaches down underneath her sweater and slowly brings down her panties. Black lace. She slides them down effortlessly as she flicks it off the end of her toes and onto the floor. She readjusts herself, aiming for precision. You hold the slightly-opaque jug in anticipation, feeling Maple’s thighs tense up and press against the back of your hand. They’re warm. Maple brings her hand to her lips and covers them shyly. A couple seconds pass, and then a couple dozen. Not even so much as a drop slides out from underneath Maple’s sweater. You’ve been waiting patiently oh-so-long for this moment, and so there’s little patience to spare. “Are you going to start or not?” you say. “Were you just pulling my leg the entire time?” “No, no! Not at all,” Maple immediately protests, looking away. “It’s just that… I’ve always dreamt of doing this, but I’ve never actually done it before… It’s a little nerve-wracking. I mean, this isn’t exactly… normal, is it? I mean-” Maple cuts herself off, shaking her head. “How do I know that you’re not going to see me as weird? On top of it being… y’know, a piss fetish, I also pee more than any other person I know. It’s to the point where it’s an inconvenience… almost freakish. You won’t be… disgusted, or anything, right?” “Maple, I specifically came to you and asked you for this,” you reason. “What other reason could I have?” “W-well, maybe it was a dare, and that’s why someone told you, or maybe you’re doing it to get a laugh, or something…” “Maple, I’ve been waiting weeks to get this chance. And from the looks of it, you’ve been waiting longer. It may be hard to believe, but you ain’t alone in this. I’m into it too. I promise.” “Okay… but I still am a little shy. Can I ask a favor?” Maple looks away once more, and then lifts the hem of her sweater up to reveal her navel. “Can you push on my stomach?” You oblige, removing one hand from the jug to feel Maple’s bladder. It’s slightly bloated, but not enough that it would be noticeable to anyone not specifically looking for it. It’s hard to the touch, and you can feel ripples and bubbling sensations against the walls of her stomach. The moment you press down, Maple moans in pleasure, wedging her fingernail between her teeth. You press down harder, and then- Maple’s Syrup gushes out with astronomical force, enough to rattle the jug in a single second. You quickly rescind your hand from her navel as you desperately try and maintain control of the jug. Thankfully, only a few droplets land stray. They hit the rim and begin to trickle down the edge of the jug, running over your hand and making it moist. Her stream is more intense than anything you’ve ever seen. It hisses like a garden hose as the sound of the impact ricochets around the hollow inside of the jug. “Aaahaaa~” Maple sighs in relief, but it is all but drowned out completely by the cacophony of her pee hitting the surface of the jug. If this occurred during work hours, you were certain that the people seated outside would be able to hear it loud and clear. The jug vibrates intensely, shaking as if it were in the middle of an earthquake. You thought this would be an easy task, but you have to actually actively struggle to keep the jug straight and steady. As the first seconds of her release pass, you notice a clock on the wall. You take a mental note of the time out of sheer curiosity. Moans escape from Maple one after another, increasing in intensity until she’s basically panting like a dog. Thirty seconds pass, and already the bottom of the jug is coated in pee. Maple shows no signs of slowing down – in fact, her stream widens as it picks up the pace. “This is, mmm, amazing,” Maple whispers. “It feels so much better than last time I went. It’s like, doing in front of someone is so much more exhilarating!” Accompanied by the powerful booming drumbeat of her waterfall smashing against the bottom of the jug and the miniature pool of liquid is a long and drawn-out shrill hiss. Its unending shriek prevails above all other noises, similar to the cry of a teapot, but louder. As thirty more seconds pass, and the minute hand ticks forward on the clock, you notice that the jug has become warm and her thighs slick with sweat. You can feel the heat of her syrup from within the jug, and its almost as warm as a hot shower, or a mug of hot cocoa. In fact, as you peer closer at her stream, you notice faint wisps of steam crawling out from under her nether regions. “That’s quite a long pee,” you observe as Maple easily clears the two-minute mark. At this, she giggles, which quickly transforms into a moan. “We’re, huff, just getting started!” Eventually, time seems to drag on. Liquid shoots out of Maple only to be replaced with even more, and even more, and even more. You glance at her stomach, but that small bulge in her bladder has not changed a bit. You start to wonder just where all this is coming from as the sound becomes a constant in your mind. Soon enough, Maple passes the five-minute mark, with the gallon jug halfway full. Maple, with her free hands, suddenly grabs ahold of the sides of your head and pulls you closer to her. She pulls you into her until you’re buried in the wool of her sweater. Close enough that you can feel her heartbeat. The top of your head presses into her breasts as you listen to the rapid thump of her heart. It’s even faster than yours, and still the hissing does not stop. You begin to close your eyes, still feeling the warmth of her bladder pressed against your cheek, her thighs pressed into the back of your hands, and the steaming hot urine inside the container. You begin to relax as a smile forms on your face. For something so perverse, this was unexpectedly wholesome. This whole event is more wholesome than you expected. It is not until you feel the sudden gush of fluid spilling over your hands and dampening your knees that you realize that something’s up. You quickly pull away from Maple only to realize that the container that you had been holding has now completely anchored itself to the ground with its weight and its fullness. Maple has completely filled the gallon jug up to brim and now it’s spilling over. Maple notices this too and stands up in a panic, splashing even more urine all over the floor. “I filled it up? I didn’t think I had that much! I just peed out like, ten gallons a few minutes ago! There’s no way I still have this much left!” While Maple is clutching her crotch, trying desperately to hold it in, you spot another empty gallon jug hidden behind several pots and pans. You claw it out, procuring it in a matter of seconds. Maple performs and awkward little penguin walk as she waddles towards you and crouches in front of you as you slide the jug in between her legs again. Finally free to let loose again, Maple shudders and moans, shaking uncontrollably as her body is racked with the pleasure and force of peeing so intensely. “I’m so glad I get to do this with you. It feels like I’ve been… holding it in… forever. And I don’t mean my pee.” “I get what you mean,” you say. Your hands are getting quite tired after holding the jugs steady for so long, but it’s a comfortable burn. By now you can really start to smell the scent of her urine permeating the entire room. Your hands are sticky as the droplets that landed on them start to evaporate. “By the way, remember how last week you finally got me to drink a little bit with you?” It was a little hard to hear her under the thunderous noise of her stream, which had not died down a bit since she first started, but you nod. “Well, you left without finding out what happened, but it was incredible. You see, I can’t actually pee once on the job. Every single day I work, I hold in my pee from the beginning to end, with no bathroom breaks, ever. One time I couldn’t hold it anymore and just used my indoor privy. I took an entire thirty minutes to finally stop peeing. By the time I got back, I’d just missed thirty minutes of work, and I had a few customers waiting wondering where I was. I couldn’t have that happen again, which is why I always refused you in the past. But last week, I was in the mood and I was curious to see what would happen after I drank…” “The day before, I just emptied my private privy, and so it was dry, clean, and empty. Not a drop of pee left in it. I hadn’t peed at all since last night, so after I drank with you, I was absolutely bursting. The moment I closed up shop, I dashed to the toilet and let loose. I was peeing nonstop for at least an hour, and I filled the entire thing up from bottom to top. In fact, I actually overflowed it and had to grab a couple of bottles from here in order to hold everything. Let me tell you, that was an amazing experience. I just wish you were there.” “That sounds amazing.” “We should totally do that next time,” Maple sighs as the minutes pass onwards. “I wasn’t ready for you this time, but next time you should come back after I’ve got some liquid in me. I’ll show you what it’s like when I overflow toilets~” Maple pauses. “There will be a next time, won’t there?” “Of course!” You nod vigorously, to which Maple brightens immediately. “Oh, wow. You really don’t mind? I was getting into the heat of the moment when I told that story, but you have to realize that that amount of pee is abnormal… you don’t think it’s gross or weird?” “I view it more as a talent,” you reply. “Aww,” Maple says, blushing. A wicked smile starts to spread across her face. “I can’t believe I finally get to share my… talent with someone. You and I are going to have a lot of fun from now on, aren’t we? I’ve already got so many things planned.” You nod once more before realizing that you forgot to look at the clock. Doing so, you realize that a whopping twenty minutes had passed since Maple first started peeing. If she could produce this much on an “empty bladder,” you had no doubt she would be able to surpass an entire hour if she drank enough liquid. You just hoped that you could keep this amazing talent to yourself. Finally, as her urine began to climb towards the very top of the second jug, Maple’s stream finally begins to die down before eventually coming to a stop completely. Maple lets out a huge sigh and lies back, spreading her arms out onto the wooden floor. Her entire body is caked in sweat, and her cheeks have stayed red for an entire twenty minutes. She’s panting heavily, and it’s not hard to hear the excited, aroused thrum of her heart. You give her a moment to catch her breath before putting the caps on both of the filled jugs. Gripped both by the handle, you heave them up off the floor. They’re incredibly heavy, and you struggle a bit, but eventually manage. “That was the best pee I’ve ever had,” Maple moans. She picks herself up and takes one of the jugs, placing them on the table. She pulls out two wooden chairs on opposite sides of the table and beckons for you to have a seat. You do, and she passes one of the jugs to you. “Well, how’s that for some Maple’s Syrup? Think that’s enough to satisfy you?” “For tonight, yes, but I’m going to need more,” you say with a sly grin. “Sounds like a plan,” Maple says before lifting her jug up towards you. “Bottoms up!” You do the same and bump your jugs together as if making a toast. You bring your jug to you, perplexed. “…We’re not going to drink it, are we?” “Why, I thought that’s what you ordered Maple’s Syrup for! It’s a drink on the secret menu, you know.” You give her a look, and she laughs. “Aw, don’t give me that face. Take a sip, trust me. How many drinks have I served you?” Grudgingly, you oblige, only to find that her urine, despite its salty, ammonia smell… tastes smooth, creamy, and sweet? Maple giggles at your face as you hesitantly sip more of her concoction. “You really think I wouldn’t know a spell or two to make drinks taste good? What kind of bartender would I be if I didn’t?” “It tastes almost like… syrupy lemonade,” you say, trying to brush over the fact that you, unlike Maple, have no magical ability. “Well, I don’t call it Maple’s Syrup for nothing!” Maple proudly exclaims. As you take another sip, you realize something. “Wait… you never told me how much this all costs. How can I pay you back?” “Simple,” Maple says, leaning forwards to kiss you full on the lips. With the sweet taste of nectar on both of your tongues, you intertwine them for a few seconds before gradually pulling away. “That is more than enough payment,” she says with a wink. “Make sure to come back next Sunday, okay? I’ll try and plan a few surprises for you. Deal?” “Deal,” you say happily as the two of you spend the rest of the night chatting and flirting over two large jugs of Maple’s Syrup.
  16. Summary: Tangle and Whisper are ready to set back out on their adventures. This time? A fun sight-seeing trip to the Mystic Ruins. However, with Whisper having forgotten to use the little wolf's room before setting off, this trip may prove more perilous than originally thought. Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher. Copied from my AO3 account. Feel free to check it out here for a complete collection of my work! https://archiveofourown.org/users/Awsometime/works “Whew! Sure feels nice to get back on the road, eh Whisper?” an energetic lemur clad in orange and black exclaimed, nudging the wolfy figure beside her. “Mhmm,” was her hushed, yet joyful response. As the unlikely duo continued along the forested path, Tangle the lemur glanced back at her hometown. With a nostalgic smile, her mind was flooded with memories of Jewel and the other townsfolk. She knew it wasn’t permanent, a simple few-day adventure. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel this way every time she left the cute little village. “Man! I can’t wait to see, uhh… what was that one place called again?” “Mystic ruins.” “Mystic ruins, that’s it!” recalled Tangle, adjusting her backpack. A few more minutes of walking rendered Spiral Hill Village out of sight and, consequently, out of mind. “Oh, oh! I wonder if it’s gonna have any of those cool temples that Jewel’s shown me! Maybe they’ll have some cool treasures in them! Or maybe…” As Tangle’s wild speculations continued on, the wolf of the two, who usually found entertainment in her companion’s bursts of excitement, found herself being distracted from a more pressing matter. An issue involving a few too many cups of Jewel’s tea, and one too few trips to the ladies room before setting off with the lemur. Tuning out Tangle’s rambling, Whisper angled her closed eyes down towards her abdomen, a nervous frown forming on her face. “What I would love to see, though? One of those… Whisper, you alright?” The distressed wolf’s inner worrying was pierced by her friend’s enthusiastic-turned-concerned voice. Shaking herself free, she glanced up to meet Tangle’s gaze. “S’fine,” she lied, standing tall and concealing any sign of her rather embarrassing problem. “You sure, Whisp?” asked the unconvinced friend, using the break in the walk to place her hands on her hips and lean-in skeptically. “Mhmm,” Whisper replied, praying Tangle would buy her fake assurance. “Hmm…” For a near-uncomfortable amount of time, Tangle’s skeptic squinting continued. However, the result that her wolfy friend desired was eventually achieved. “Alright, if you say so!” Almost allowing her internal sigh of relief to become an external one, Whisper relaxed. Her secret was safe, but for how long? She hoped she wouldn’t have to find out… The rather uneventful journey seemed to drag along for both heroines. Tangle voiced her typical complaints of boredom as a simple winding path lined with trees and wildlife offered little variety or excitement. Whisper, on the other hand, would usually enjoy such a quiet, nature-filled walk. However, as seconds dragged on to minutes, and minutes approached a half-hour, the urgency of her situation only worsened. By this time, the wolf had made it a point to walk behind her companion. Whenever it was certain Tangle’s attention was elsewhere, she’d take the necessary steps to hold back the building flood, rubbing her legs together and gritting her teeth in discomfort. “Ugh! We’ve been walking for ages! When is something interesting gonna happen?” whined Tangle, drooping in boredom. Even in her distressed state, Whisper had not neglected her task of navigator. She’d been keeping tabs on their location via a small tablet housed in her inside coat pocket. Once again masking her growing need for a rest stop, she pulled out the device, tapping a few buttons. A map of the area zoomed in on their location, with a small red blip indicating their position. “Halfway there,” was the wolf’s hushed response, having interpreted the map. “Halfway?!” exclaimed Tangle in reply, jumping up and whipping around, continuing backwards along the trail. “It feels like we’ve been walking forever!” In this state, the desperate wolf couldn’t agree more. “Mmmm,” she unconsciously groaned and squinted, feeling the pressure in her abdomen increase. “Ok, stop,” ordered Tangle, halting in place and holding up her arm, prompting Whisper to do the same. Whisper acknowledged the command, much to her dismay, as this was obviously going to delay any trip to a ladies room that may have followed the conclusion of the journey. “Something wrong?” “Yeah, there’s ‘something wrong!’ You’ve been acting odd ever since we left! You’re usually super into these nature-filled trails, but you’ve been staring at the ground and keeping to yourself the whole time! What gives?” Whisper knew she couldn’t keep her situation a secret much longer. If Tangle’s growing suspicion and prodding didn’t force her to come clean, her increasing desire to rub her legs together and hold herself would. Nevertheless, the wolf’s embarrassment held her back from revealing the truth. “Sorry, just tired.” “Pfft, come on, that’s the lamest excuse in the book!” scoffed Tangle, crossing her arms in disapproval. “S’true.” Tangle grunted, clearly not buying the lie. Whisper watched as her companion’s squinted eyes scanned her body from head to toe. She tried her best not to let her nerves affect her outward appearance, standing straight and peering back at the lemur. The performance seemed to do the trick. With a huff, Tangle turned back around and resumed the journey. “Hmph! I guess if that’s all it is…” Once again, Whisper’s secret was safe. “Mhmm,” she replied with a nod. With Tangle’s focus back on the path ahead, the wolf knew that this was her chance. She lightly bit her lip, her legs collapsing together once more and rubbing together as she kept pace from the rear. A deep exhale escaped her nose as some of the stress lifted off her bladder. Resigning to her fate, Whisper came to the conclusion that worrying about the increasingly dire situation wouldn’t make things any better. Trying to distract herself, she turned her attention to what she usually loved about long walks such as this; The nature all around them. In a tree to her right, Whisper spotted a hole dug into the trunk. Inside rested a family of Flickies. The wolf smiled as the mother bird tended to her eagerly chirping chiclets. As their walk continued, Whisper’s previously urgent problem seemed to recede into the back of her mind. It was still there, of course, but the beauty of the journey had served as a suitable distraction. The chirping and rustling of the wildlife, the light forest breeze, the… running water? “Woah, a stream!” Whisper’s lemur companion pointed out ahead. A stream dividing the path, but split by a very small bridge. Immediately, Whisper’s subdued bladder forced her need for the little wolf’s room back to the forefront of her mind. Stunned by the pain brought on by an internal ocean crashing against her insides, Whisper immediately stopped, her legs flying into a crossed position. For an instant, even her eyes blinked open. She looked forward, praying that Tangle hadn’t seen the display. To her relief, it appeared she hadn’t. The brunt of the blow subsided, and the wolf quickly regained relative control and caught up. However, she knew she couldn’t keep this up much longer. Something was going to give, and with no end in sight, she had a good idea of what that ‘something’ would be. “I don’t remember seeing this on the map, though,” stated Tangle, stopping for a moment to place her hands on her hips, looking forward to the approaching rush of water. “Checking.” Once again, staying dedicated to her assignment, Whisper pulled out the map and zoomed in. It showed the small stream and bridge, as well as their location. Uncrossing her legs, much to her body’s objection, Whisper rotated the tablet around towards Tangle. “S’here,” she pointed out, causing the lemur to look back and see the held-out device. “Ah, ok. About how much further?” Tangle pressed further. Nodding and entering a few more commands, Whisper roughly estimated their time until arrival. “About twenty minutes,” she replied. A time that she knew she couldn’t possibly make it until the end of, especially with the stream growing closer. She prayed that her bladder would back-off after they were clear, but until then, the sound of the torrent flooded her mind, which was what she was going to be doing to herself if she didn’t find a solution soon. As the cherry on top, her near-overwhelming need to cross her legs or hold herself couldn’t be met with Tangle watching her. “Oh, so we’re over halfway there? Awesome!” cheered the lemur, bounding upwards on her tail. Finally, the desperate wolf’s friend turned back around. Putting her tablet away, now was the opportunity to perform some much-needed leg crossing and holding! Dropping her facade, Whisper’s legs began their urgent journey. However, before they could meet… “I’ll race ya’ to the other side of the river!” Whisper winced, fighting with all her willpower not to let her legs finish their cycle. Standing back up straight and clenching her fists, she couldn’t help but bite her lip in agony after being so close to relieving some of the pressure. She couldn’t hide the expression as Tangle turned back around to see her tense lips. “Oh, sorry. Did I spook you?” Thank goodness, that was all Tangle thought it was! “S’okay,” was her hushed, wavered reply. “Mmmm.” “Still tired? Well, maybe a little friendly competition will help wake you up!” the lemur smirked, whipping around and taking off. “Haha, Head start!” At least Tangle had looked away now, but Whisper knew that if she didn’t participate, her companion would know something was up. Taking a much needed moment to glue her legs together and jam her hands between her thighs before proceeding, Whisper chased after the lemur. “Mmmm!” Whisper groaned as she forced her legs apart to make them run. The lack of crossing; the sound of the stream that only grew more intense as she approached; the motion of her sprint. It was almost too much to bear! The lemur had a considerable head start, so winning was out of the question. But she had to keep pace. As they approached the stream, Tangle was the first over, reaching the end of the short bridge and whipping around to claim victory. “Woohoo, I won!” Whisper’s boots skittered across the bridge. The proximity of the rush of water was enough to have her bladder practically screaming at her for relief. She tried to keep her focus forward, rather than on the ocean of contents now locked inside her lower half, or the plethora of trees on either side of the path that now began to look more and more like potential pit stops to her one-track mind. Miraculously, Whisper managed to complete the race without holding herself, or springing a single leak. Her facade held, and she knew she’d have to respond to Tangle’s boasting to keep it up. “No fair, had head start.” “Shoulda been more on your toes, Whisp’!” jested Tangle in response, smirking cockily. “Plus, I’m wearing a backpack, that definitely slowed me down!” Some more uneventful banter followed as the two continued on the trail. Whisper fought with all her might to not give Tangle any clues. This was by far the most desperate she’d ever been. Her mind was at war with her bladder, and her bladder was slowly gaining the edge. The stream being left behind helped a tad, but even then, it wouldn’t be long now. Whisper had resorted to longingly glancing around, looking for any sort of excuse to get some alone time. Just her, her aching bladder, and a nice tree… Whisper tensed up once more, her legs and hands flying to their holding positions, with her eyes snapping open. Just the mere thought of the relief she didn’t have gave her bladder the ammo it needed to threaten a total victory. Shaking her head violently, but still not making a sound, Whisper emptied the thoughts from her head. “Phew, that run left me more parched than I thought!” announced the lemur out in front. Whisper managed to straighten herself out in the nick of time, just before Tangle glances back and beckoned to a bottle of water held in an outside pocket of her pack. “Could’ja grab my water for me Whisp’?” Great, more water. Just what the desperate wolf needed. “Mhmm,” she uttered. Reaching out and grabbing the container, handing it to the lemur’s outstretched arm. “Thanks!” Just the mere sight of the liquid sloshing around in the bottle was enough to drive Whisper mad, but what happened next took the cake. Tangle turned her head and twisted off the plastic cap. Rather than bringing the bottle to her lips, she opted to drink waterfall-style. A column of water poured out of its container, dropping into her mouth with a splash. The sight occupied every inch of Whisper’s mind. She watched in agony as the water fell from one location to another. Something she more than longed to do for herself. Tangle may have been able to see her out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t bear it another second. Hold or leak, those were her options, and she opted for the former. She bit down hard on her lip and doubled over, crossing her legs. Her bushy tail flew in between them along with her hands. “Uhhh…” Whisper’s eyes shot open wide. She glanced up to see Tangle staring down at her with a raised eyebrow of suspicion. She knew it was no use trying to straighten up more. Even if she could somehow convince her body to do so, the damage had already been done. “Mmmm!” she whined. “Whisper, are you alright?! Do you need a doctor? Do you have a stomach ache? What’s wrong?” A plethora of possible excuses danced around Whisper’s mind, but really, what was the point anymore? If she didn’t get the relief she needed, and soon , she’d go through far more embarrassment than the mere fact of admitting she was desperate beyond belief. “Mmm…” this was it. She was done pretending. “Pee!” she shouted. “Oh… that explains the, yeah…” Tangle replied in realization. Looking over the utterly bursting wolf, her confusion only grew. “Why wait so long, though? Plenty of trees around, and I won’t judge. Heck, I’ll probably end up going in the woods sometime or another during this trip!” Whisper shuttered, wishing she could just bound off and squat behind a tree, but something still held her back. “Mmm, don’t like going… outside,” she stammered, having returned to her hushed tone. The begs from her bladder were now plain demands. A lost war with an ultimatum for a treaty. “Wha-?! Haven’t you gone outside before?” Tangle exclaimed in shock. “Mhmm, but was alone,” hissed Whisper. “What if…” “If…” Tangle responded, waiting for the wolf’s reply. “You hear…” finished Whisper. Just then, another wave of desperation surged through her. Prompting her to hold herself even tighter. Her eyes remained slammed together, and her body bounced from side to side as her legs rubbed together, hobbling between feet. “What? That’s all? I won’t listen, I swear!” Tangle insisted, throwing her arms out. “In fact, I’ll plug my ears and turn around, you go as deep into the woods as you need. I won’t hear a thing!” “Ngh!” Whisper still held her reservations, but those paled in comparison to other things she was holding. “I…” her body shuddered again as her bladder sent out its final warning. The flood was coming. Whether it was onto her pants or a tree was her decision, one that would be made for her any second. “Whisper, just go!” One final push was all she needed to throw out her fears and embrace relief. “Going!” she shouted. Frantically, Whisper twisted around and began hobbling toward the woods. So close, yet so far… With every step, her relief grew closer, but as-did her need for it. The nearest tree seemed like miles away, let alone how far could go to feel comfortable. Hobbling along wasn’t gonna do it. She was out of options. Mustering all the strength she had left in her drained bladder muscles, Whisper uncrossed her legs and made a break for it. She knew she only had mere seconds without the help of her arms and legs to hold back the flood. The edge of the forest zoomed ever closer. Forget running further in, she was going behind the first tree she got to! As luck would have it, on the edge of a forest lied a rather sizable tree. One wide enough to hide her body and thensome. She beamed at the sight. With one final push from both her will and her bladder, Whisper reached the tree and darted behind it. This was it, she was all alone now, finally! Having concluded the journey, her legs flew back together, accompanied by her hands and tail once more. “Mmmm… no,” she moaned, still in a hushed tone. “Must separate!” At this point, separation meant peeing, there was no strength left in her bladder muscles to hold back the torrent. Preparing for a speedy procedure, Whisper carefully removed her hands. The beginning of the end. She fumbled with the edge of her grey pants, grabbing onto the top of either side. She was ready to make the final motion. In one swift action, her legs uncrossed and her tail darted out of the way. As predicted, her bladder’s ocean of contents immediately began their journey, but she was ready. Her pants flew down, and she squatted in front of the tree. Not even a moment later, it began. Out of her bare lower half rush a mighty torrent of clear urine. It crashed into the leaves below, generating a mighty rustling sound. However, this noise would quickly be drowned out by something else. “Hmmm!” the peeing wolf’s eyes flew open, her tail wagging madly. She couldn’t possibly hope to contain herself. “Ngh! Ahhhhhh...!” Whisper moaned as she felt all the built-up pressure over the last hour leave her body and crash onto the forest floor. “Haaaaah...” The relief was indescribable. Far beyond anything she’d felt before. Becoming lost in the complete bliss, she threw her head back and caught herself with her hands, closing her eyes and envisioning the gushing waterfall leaving her aching body. For over a full minute, the relief and all the immeasurable bliss associated with it continued. Eventually, though, the stream did begin to die down. With one final exhausted, relieved sigh, the rest stop came to an end. Whisper’s tail wagging didn’t cease as she stood and pulled up her underwear and pants, a satisfied smile still spread on her face. The incredible feeling of emptiness had Whisper leaning on a tree to catch her breath, panting lightly. Soon after, Whisper exited the forest and saw Tangle holding true to her promise. “Lalalalala, I’m not listening!” she shouted, her back facing the wolf, hands in her ears. With a light chuckle, Whisper strode up and tapped Tangle’s shoulder. The lemur turned to face her smiling companion. “Finally! What were you keeping in there, a pond?” teased Tangle with a grin, gesturing down towards Whisper’s midsection. Her face lightened up when the wolfy companion looked away, feeling an intense flush rush to her cheeks. “Kidding, kidding! Feel better, though?” Shyly, Whisper nodded. “Mhmm…” An awkward silence ensued, with the journey being put on-hold while Whisper finished recovering from her embarrassing ordeal. “Thanks,” the wolf uttered. “Hey, that’s what friends are for, helping in times of need!” Tangle replied, finishing with a smirk, “and boy did you need!” A bashful smile spread across Whisper’s face as she scratched her cheek in embarrassment. “Mhmm…” With that, the unlikely duo set back out on their adventure. Now only a little ways away from the adventures that awaited them in the Mystic Ruins.
  17. Summary: Years have passed since the great Metal Virus. But as we know, Eggman and Starline aren't known for their willingness to call it quits. Even after all this time, they're still at large, and Starline's latest plan has shaken the region. With assistance requests pouring into Restoration H.Q., Jewel the Beetle calls in a long-time member of the team, Lanolin, to help her with the paperwork. However, when Lanolin drinks a little too much morning coffee, things get ugly, throwing her into an emergency of her own. Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher, as verifiable in the story. Mirrored from the AO3 account, which can be found here! Feel free to check it out if you like what you read! “Yo, Lanolin! Have you got those reports I asked for?” The sheep in question, clothed in a black sleeveless shirt and teal cargo pants, turned in her seat at the control panel to face the voice’s origin. “One sec, Miss Jewel. I’m almost finished!” she smiled before turning back toward the desk. “Thanks, Lanolin,” replied the cheery beetle, clad in her typical pink suit and heels. The female sheep took another sip of her second cup of morning coffee before returning to her work. On the chrome-plated desk in front of her lay two stacks of papers, one stack far smaller than the other. She grabbed the paper atop the smaller pile and began surveying it. “Hmmm…” Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Lanolin grabbed her pen and signed off on the bottom with a black check mark. With a nod, she placed it on the larger, prepared pile and continued onto the next paper. Ever since Starline’s latest plot had been foiled, assistance requests had been flooding into Restoration H.Q. Lanolin, a now-veteran member, had volunteered to help Jewel with the administrative work until the rush passed. As minutes flowed by, more papers transferred from the short pile to the tall one, eventually ending in one, neat stack. “Miss Jewel!” Lanolin called back, causing the beetle to look up from her desk. “Yes, Lanolin?” The sheep pushed out her chair and stood up, grabbing the papers and spinning around. “They’re all set! Sorry about the wait.” “Not a problem at all! I appreciate any help I can get during this hectic week,” smiled Jewel, walking up to meet Lanolin halfway and grabbing the stack from her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” Jewel looked to the side as she hummed in contemplation. “I should be good for now. How about you take a little break? You’ve earned it.” Lanolin’s eyes lit up as she smiled appreciatively. “Thanks Jewel!” The beetle nodded in acknowledgement and turned to take the papers back to her desk. Lanolin strode back over and sat back down, whipping back around to face the console. She sighed in relaxation, reaching forward for her coffee and then leaning back in her chair to take a sip. The sheep allowed the warm liquid to soothe her taste buds as she observed the many screens along the wall in front of her, all relaying video from different on-field cameras. Part of her wished she was out with Ms. Rose and the others, but another part was happy to be taking it slow for once. As seconds turned to minutes, Lanolin finished off the last of her coffee and set her mug down. “Ahhh…” she sighed in satisfaction. “Excuse me, Lanolin?” The sheep turned to face her cheery boss once again. “Yes, Miss Jewel?” “Would you like to take these to the archive room for me?” Jewel asked, motioning to the stack of papers. “And once you get back, I should have more work to get you started on.” “Sure thing!” As Lanolin sprung to her feet, she paused, feeling something awkwardly shift within her. A look of concern spread across her face as she looked down at her lower half, momentarily forgetting about her task. She came to recognize the new sensation. Clearly, her two cups of coffee had been working their way through her. It was far from a dire need. But still, she’d need to hit up the little sheep’s room sooner than later. “Are you alright, Lanolin?” “Hm?” the sheep snapped back to reality, her eyes returning to the beetle across the room. “Oh. Sorry, Miss Jewel. I guess I just spaced out for a second.” “It happens to the best of us,” smiled the curator-turned-administrator. With a nod, Lanolin strode up and grabbed the stack of papers before turning to a door along the left wall of the rectangular, white room. As she ventured closer and the steel barrier slid open to allow her past, her little “problem” down below crossed her mind once again. She sighed, her hands being too full to cradle her abdomen as she felt her need for a rest stop increase ever-so-slightly. It would be alright, she thought. There’d be plenty of time to go after she dropped off the papers. After an uneventful trip to the archive room on the other side of Restoration H.Q., Lanolin embarked on a casual stroll back to the main room. She wanted to pass by a bathroom on the way, and made sure to plan her route accordingly. As she took a right and peered down the hallway that usually had a vacant bathroom, Lanolin frowned at the sight that now replaced it. “Oh, maintenance?” Lanolin nervously looked down at her feet. At this point, more of her morning beverage had worked it way through her, and she was feeling it. The sheep, her hands now empty, gently cradled her abdomen with one of them. As she glanced once again at the ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign on the door, she realized that she had a choice. She didn’t know how long she’d have before another break. The safest thing to do would be to postpone the return to her work and find another bathroom. But as she looked down the hall marking the way back to the main room, Lanolin thought of Ms. Jewel and how she’d be kept waiting for longer. Besides, she didn’t even know where another bathroom might be! “Oh, it’ll be fine…” the sheep woman whined, embarking down the hallway leading back to her workstation. “I’m sure it won’t take that long. I’ll ask Miss Jewel where another bathroom is afterwards.” As Lanolin strode down the hallway, her hand drifted to her midsection again, cradling it lightly. She softly groaned, looking back from whence she came. In a decisive moment, Lanolin’s mind changed. She could probably wait it out, but she’d rather not risk it. With that, she pivoted and turned to walk back in the other direction. She was sure she could find another bathroom somewhere… “Oh, Lanolin!” Before the sheep could act further on her new mindset, she heard Ms. Jewel’s cheery voice from behind her. Nearly jumping out of her combat boots, the sheep turned to face the vibrant beetle. “Oh, sorry! Did I startle you?” “It’s alright, Miss Jewel,” the sheep smiled nervously, scratching the back of her head. With the initial shock having worn off, Lanolin’s eyes widened for a moment as she realized she’d stopped focusing on the building pressure in her abdomen for a moment. She fought with her legs to prevent them rubbing together as Jewel took notice. “Are you okay, Lanolin?” “Oh! Yes, sorry.” “No need to apologize. After all, I startled you , silly!” Jewel beamed, adjusting her grip on a small stack of papers. “I’m going to take these to the copy room. But I left a new stack of fulfilled requests at your workstation if you’d like to get started on those.” Lanolin’s mind once again jumped to her little “issue” for a moment. She contemplated using this time to make a rest stop first. But her situation was still far from dire. Besides, she’d hate to have Ms. Jewel come back and find her chair empty. She might think she’s slacking off! “Certainly, Miss Jewel!” Lanolin smiled back, shoving her need for a restroom to the back of her mind. “You don’t have to call me that, you know,” the beetle chuckled. “Just Jewel is fine. No need to be so formal.” “Oh… sorry, Miss Jew- I mean… Jewel,” the sheep nodded back with a nervous grin. The two women passed each other seconds later. Lanolin looked toward the door near the end of the hall and allowed an audible gulp to tumble down her throat. Hopefully the stack of papers wasn’t as high as last time… The poor sheep’s legs shuffled under the table as a nervous frown remained plastered on their face. Lanolin’s hopes of there being less work this time had been crushed the moment she laid eyes on the stack of papers Jewel had left behind; The same height, if not slightly taller than the last. Now, Lanolin sat, thirty minutes having passed and nearly two-thirds of the way finished. To say her needs had grown would’ve been an understatement. “Mmmm…” the veteran restorer quietly moaned, trying her best to maintain focus on the task at hand. She’d certainly be asking for a break after finishing. As her pen shakily glided along paper after paper, Lanolin eyed the clock on the far wall, then looked back at Jewel. The vibrant beetle sat with a light smile on her face, humming to herself without a care in the world. Turning back to her own desk, Lanolin allowed her left leg to cross over her right, easing some of the pressure. It would be alright, she thought. She was almost finished, maybe the bathroom she’d tried to visit earlier would even be open again by then. As seconds ticked by into minutes, the worsening of Lanolin’s condition seemed to accelerate. With every paper she signed, she could feel her bladder begging for release a little more. Her legs bounced and switched positions, trying to reinforce the buckling dam. Minutes later, and with a relieved sigh, Lanolin dropped her pen and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her legs now trembled. She could feel her bladder’s lake of contents crashing against her insides. She had to go. Bad. Not wasting any time, Lanolin grabbed the finished stack and winced as she forced her legs apart and stood up, fighting to keep them from shaking as she turned to face Jewel. “I’m finished, Miss- I mean, Jewel!” The busy beetle looked up from her work, her smile immediately turning to a concerned gaze. “Are you alright, Lanolin? You look a bit pale.” “I’m fine!” the desperate sheep snapped back, nearly cutting Jewel off. “Do you need me to take these papers to the archive again?” “If that’s alright, yes.” “Ok, I’ll be back soon then!” Lanolin smiled back, hoping her shaky grin and perspiring face didn’t rouse further suspicion. Jewel took a quick look back at the clock before replying. “You’ve been working quite a while. Perhaps we could take a break when you get back? I’d love to talk over some tea.” Lanolin, who was already striding toward the door, took a glance back at Jewel. “Sounds good. Thank you, Jewel.” A few more moments and the door to the main room was sliding shut behind her. Realizing she was alone, Lanolin immediately allowed her legs to start rubbing together. “Oh, I wanna go…” The image Jewel had given her of tea pouring and splashing into a cup that wasn’t helping. With her hands full, she couldn’t hope to use them to assist her aching bladder and legs. Which brought her to another realization. “What’ll I do with these…?” Lanolin whined, looking down at the stack of papers. She couldn’t just leave them on the floor outside to get all dirty, and there was no place to set them in the bathroom. With this in mind, she was left with only one option. “Okay… a-archive room first, then toilet!” Lanolin buried her discomfort and briskly journeyed forward, trying to keep her mental map of the building in check while focusing on her filling bladder. “Oh… just a little further.” A few agonizing minutes later, and the metal door to the archive room slid open and shut behind her, the lights hummed to life as the desperate sheep, now eagerly shifting her weight between her legs, peered around at the row of filing cabinets. Typically, she’d want to take the time to find the correct place for them in the sea of drawers, but right now? There were more pressing matters. Quickly, Lanolin spotted a vacant table off to the side and hobbled over to it, plopping the stack of papers down onto it. With a thankful gasp, her body responded in kind, immediately relocating her hands to in-between her legs and pressing hard against her groin. “I’ve got to pee so bad!” Lanolin whined, hopping from foot to foot as she winced in pain. Her inner dam cracked and buckled, threatening to burst at any moment. As she danced in place, fearful scenarios stampeded through her mind. What if the bathroom was still locked? What if she couldn’t find another one in time? The trek to the previously-closed bathroom alone was sure to bring her to her breaking point. If it was still closed, she didn’t know if she’d be able to stand it. One thing was certain, her bladder wasn’t going to let her wait much longer. Almost instinctively, Lanolin’s eyes began darting around the room for anything she could use. The grey shelves and drawers lined up along the matching tile floor offered no hope. “Come on… think!” It wasn’t but a few seconds later that Lanolin’s gaze fell on a possible answer to her prayers. Beside the table, near the entrance, lay a simple, chrome trash bin. It was no taller than her knees. Lanolin scurried over. Clearly peeing in the bin itself was out of the question. But perhaps there was something in it she could use… “Ah, yes!” the sheep gasped, her desperate eyes lighting up as they fell upon an empty tea bottle at the bottom of the bin, with an opening wide enough to empty her bladder’s ocean of contents safely. “Mmm…” Lanolin glanced around the room one last time, ensuring that there were no security cameras present. Coming up empty, she eagerly grabbed the tea bottle and stared at it. It wasn’t ideal, but emptying her now-screaming bladder; It was going to feel so good… The desperate sheep gasped as the thought of relieving herself nearly caused her to lose control then and there. Her legs crossed together even more tightly as her free hand returned to her crotch. “Oh, hurry up!” She hobbled over the door and pressed a series of buttons on the wall panel beside it. The previously green light flashed to red, signifying the door’s locked position. Now, Lanolin was alone. All she needed to do was unscrew the cap, remove the barriers between her bladder and the outside world, and then let the floodgates open. However, one inhibition still remained. “Should I… really do this?” the sheep woman questioned to herself, staring at the tea bottle as she continued to squirm. Despite her desperate situation, Lanolin had reservations about removing her clothes in such an open room. Plus, where would she put the tea bottle once she was done, carry it to the bathroom and throw it away there? She couldn’t just leave it… “Nngh!” With one final push from her bladder, sending waves of pain throughout Lanolin’s body, all previous inhibitions disappeared. She winced in discomfort as she realized the true direness of her situation. “Ok, I can’t take it! Going!” Lanolin set the bottle down on the table and shifted her focus toward her shorts. She’d hate what she had to do next… “Got to… unzip.” As she bit her lip in desperation, Lanolin removed her hand from in-between her legs. For a few agonizing moments she fumbled with her shorts zipper, her shaky hands struggling to grasp the metal. But with one final tug, her zipper fell and her pants came undone. “Oh… this is going to be so embarrassing!” With a quivering lip, Lanolin yanked her shorts down to her knees, exposing her black, plain panties. Her legs jerked from side to side, rubbing together like stopping would mean immediate release. Indeed, it almost did mean that. She knew she’d hate this next part. But she knew just as well that she had no choice. With a soft groan, Lanolin snatched the tea bottle from the table before warily urging her quivering legs to uncross. The protest was immediate. With the full brunt of holding back the flood returning to her aching bladder, Lanolin whined as her legs begged to cross themselves again. But she knew she couldn’t give in. Lanolin eagerly unscrewed the green cap and let it plummet to the floor before shakily lowering the container to the still-covered area between her legs. “I really don’t want to do this…” she complained, looking down at her crotch before darting her gaze around the room once more, as if anticipating to find some spectator to her embarrassing deed. With her final frantic search turning up nothing, Lanolin returned her focus to the tea bottle and her lower half, the latter now almost stinging in strain. “Ok, Lanolin. You can do this.” The sheep made a few final adjustments, praying the opening was big enough to direct the coming flood into without spilling. But with one final demand from her bladder, she knew all she could do was hope it was enough. Her body, and now, she herself, refused to wait a second longer. Using her free hand, Lanolin grasped the seam of her underwear and forced them down to her knees. The shock of the cool outside air grazing her now-bare lower body delayed her release for but a moment. Then, the surge came. Out of Lanolin’s full bladder stormed a torrent of clear urine. It tumbled into the repurposed container, with a mighty sound only barely drowned out by one other source. “Hah…” the sheep sighed in indescribable relief, her cheeks flushing red as she threw her head back and struggled to maintain her posture. Her pee continued to rush out with no signs of letting up as she moved her free hand to the desk for support, her entire body filling with bliss. “Oh, what a relief…” After a few more deep sighs, and as her bladder’s contents continued to pour, Lanolin’s mind was shocked out of its feelings of ecstasy by an alarming sound, one of a container nearing its capacity. Immediately becoming frantic, Lanolin gazed wide-eyed down at her groin, then at the tea bottle. It was over ¾ full, and filling quickly. “What? Oh no no no!” Lanolin cried, her stance faltering as her legs jerked in response to the revelation. “Not now, I still have so much more left!” Against the near-undeniable demands from her bladder, Lanolin began the hard fight of locking up the lake once again. Groaning in strain, she watched as her stream began to, even if gradually, slow to a strong trickle. “Come on… stop!” The bottle was now only seconds away from capacity. “Ngh! Stop, stop, stop !” With her final utterance of the word, the trickle slowed to a light one, and then to a few drops before finally stopping. “What now?!” She’d replaced the seal for now, and her bladder was considerably empiter. But after a tease like that, her bladder wouldn’t wait much longer for the rest. She began to look around again for something else, but quickly gave up. “There’s nothing else here, I have no other choice!” In a hasty decision, Lanolin placed the filled-to-the-brim tea bottle on the counter and quickly knelt down to grab the cap and replace her panties and shorts. Predictably, her legs flew back together at first convenience, though now not as forcefully. Lanolin looked toward the door of the archive room as she screwed the cap back on the tea bottle and set it back down. “I’ve got to make it to the restroom!” With newfound resolve, Lanolin stood up straight and let the bottle tumble onto the table. Against her bladder’s wishes, she began hastily striding toward the door, all the while internally praying the bathroom she’d been to earlier wasn’t still closed. A series of keystrokes on the door panel rendered it unlocked and it slid open with a mechanical hiss. Before striding forward into the hall, she took a moment to cross her legs and grab her crotch, moaning softly. The desperate sheep speed-walked down the halls, slowing to a stop periodically to frantically hold herself. There may have been cameras in the halls, she observed during one of her momentary breaks, but now was no longer the time for modesty. About halfway there, a wave of pain, nearly comparable to that of what she’d felt in the archive room, surged through her body. Lanolin couldn’t suppress a strained groan as her hands flew to her groin, and her legs, together. They rubbed against each other shakily, giving her bladder the assistance it so desperately needed. “Got to… keep going,” was the sheep’s hushed response, realizing she still had a few more turns to go. With a look of remorse, she uncrossed her legs, but kept her hands pressing against her opening. She could walk like this. As the last few necessary turns came and went, Lanolin felt herself approach, and then surpass what she’d thought was her limit. Upon rounding the final corner, she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to allow her legs to cross as she hobbled toward the twin pair of doors down the hall, signifying the men’s and women’s restrooms. “Oh, finally!” With the door to the women’s restroom now coming into view, a feeling of dread unlike any other filled every inch of her body. Her hobbling became more frantic as she approached the door. The same plain white sign that had greeted her previously was still plastered on the door like a roadblock denying the path to heaven. “Still… closed?!” Lanolin sputtered, her eyes widening and her bladder practically screaming at the realization. The ocean still locked up inside her was making its final push for freedom, and at this point, Lanolin could barely hope to fight back. Her bladder was full, and her options exhausted. She had to go right this instant. Right as Lanolin was grabbing at the sides of her shorts, ready to force them down and flood the hallway where she stood, a slight reminder crept into the corner of her mind. There was another door to the left of this one… “The men’s room? No, I can’t!” Lanolin argued aloud, eyeing the other door, vacant of any warning signs. “Mmph…” the bursting sheep had about five seconds to make a choice before her bladder made it for her. It was either out here, or in the men’s room. “Yes I can! I can’t take it anymore!” Giving up all efforts of being cautious, Lanolin removed her hands from her crotch and straightened her legs, making a b-line for the blue door. She knew that under these new conditions, her bladder could give up and void its contents at any moment. She thrust open the door and sprinted in, taking no reprieve to survey the room and locate her final destination. Across from the row of three urinals and beside the sinks lay a pair of stalls, both vacant. “Yes!” she cried, jolting forward and reaching the first stall, just as her inner dam finally lost the last of its integrity. “Oh no, I’m so close! Wait!” Without a second to waste, and while feeling the torrent of urine rushing toward her entrance, Lanolin yanked down her underwear and shorts all at once before throwing open the door. Her eyes widened as she spotted the most beautiful sight she could imagine. A clean, vacant toilet, inviting her to sit down on it and… Lanolin gasped as she realized what was already happening, out of her now-bare lower half trickled the first hints of the flood that was to come. She cried out in hopelessness, forcing herself forward. “I can’t stop it anymore! Just go, Lanolin, go !” In a few more moments, the sheep had taken the final step forward, whipped around, and let herself plummet onto the awaiting porcelain throne. At long, long last, her bladder, now free of any capacity limits or shame, was free to let go. “Oh, this is… I…” The sheep heard the powerful splash of her urine into the water below, struggling to find the words to describe her feelings. With an hour’s worth of tension melting away, and her body relaxing as she threw her head back in relief, Lanolin settled on one utterance. “Ahhhh…” The emptying sheep’s excited moans filled every centimeter of the bathroom, drowning out even the intense splashing of her pee into the toilet waters below. After holding it for nearly an hour, being teased at the archive room, and then nearly pissing herself on the way here, Lanolin was finally free. Free to let her bladder send waves of bliss throughout her entire body as it pushed its contents out into the open air. “Thank goodness I made it, this feels incredible!” she smiled in ecstasy, allowing her hands to plummet to her sides as all feelings except those of relief and bliss exited her body with her stream of clear urine. After nearly a minute, her torrent finally began to slow, gradually letting up until only a trickle and then a few drops remained. With one final, heavy sigh, Lanolin sat there for a moment longer, allowing her mind to come back online after being flooded with nothing but blissful stimulant. She then stood up and took care of herself before hiking her panties and shorts back up to their rightful place. With an unburdened, carefree smile, she took a step out into the bathroom. “Uh…” Lanolin’s eyes widened, the realization of where she was flooding back to her. Her gaze lurched to the origin of the confused mumble, locking onto a tall, orange fox. A pair of twin, white-tipped tails swished nervously behind him as he confusedly held up a finger. “M-Mister Prower!” Lanolin stammered, hastily zipping up her shorts and making awkward eye contact. “I-I can explain! I… you-” Her frantic excuse-making was halted by a stern raise of Tails’ hand. “Am… I in trouble?” A nervous exhale escaped the fox’s mouth as he froze, almost as a computer would during an intense calculation. “Look. If anyone asks, this never happened, and we didn’t see each other in here, deal?” A wave of relief washed through the petrified sheep’s entire body. “Oh, thank you, Mister Prower! I promise this won’t happen again!” “Promise what won’t happen again?” Tails teased, faking a contemplative stare as his head tilted to the side. Luckily for him, the sheep woman was intuitive enough to understand what he meant. “Oh, right! This never happened!” With a mix of relief, urgency, and extreme embarrassment, Lanolin sped out of the bathroom, her face read and her mind hoping Jewel hadn’t made an unexpected trip to the archive room...
  18. Summary: After over four years of hanging with the wrong crowd, Fiona finally decides enough is enough and dumps Scourge. Now, stuck out in the wilderness with nowhere to go as a storm rages on, the vixen spots a small shack, an answer to her prayers. Little does she know, the shack belongs to a certain two-tailed fox, and after those three glasses of water she drank, she just might find herself in a troubling spot... Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher. Copied from my AO3 account. Feel free to check it out here for a complete collection of my work! https://archiveofourown.org/users/Awsometime/works “Well this is just... great!” The shivering red vixen’s words were swallowed up by the howling wind and pitter-patter of rain on leaves and wood as she trudged through the dense forest. She looked up at the darkened sky, quickly regretting her decision as a raindrop from the powerful storm pelted her eye. “Ah, damnit!” Fiona cursed as she stomped in frustration, kicking up a puddle of water and making herself even wetter. She cursed again. “Of all the nights...” she began, her words being broken up by a shiver as her black, skin-tight top and pants did little to protect her from the cold. “Of all the nights that I could’ve chosen to dump that green asshole, why did it have to be on a night I didn’t check the weather?!” Her tail swished angrily behind her as she continued her aimless trek, keeping her vulpine eyes peeled for any hint of civilization. But as the storm stretched out as far as she could see, her hope began to fade along with the last bit of muffled sunlight. Fiona instinctually rubbed her arms, which only served as a way to mat her soaked fur. “Just need to… find somewhere for tonight.” Right as the last of daytime faded, a slight twinkle beyond the trees caught Fiona’s eye. With a hopeful gasp, she trudged toward its source. She darted through the forest, almost colliding with several trees in the low light. But not a minute later, she stepped into a clearing. The red vixen was now in what appeared to be some sort of ruins. The lush, green forest floor had almost immediately transitioned into barren rock, and she could finally see more than a few feet in front of her. Though the odd rock formations and buildings in the distance would’ve otherwise intrigued her, Fiona was far more interested in the source of the light she’d seen. Sure enough, as she glanced atop a cliff not too far away, she saw a small, orange structure, sticking out amongst the ruins as the only modern looking building. “Oh jeez, yes!” Fiona exhaled as the thought of a roof over her head lit an inspiring fire within her. She took off toward the building, being careful not to trip over a fallen pillar or one of many other discarded relics. As the wind and rain continued their assault, the vixen finally reached the door and placed a series of determined knocks on its wood. “Hello, is anyone in there?” she called as steadily as she could. “Please, I’m stuck out here in the storm. I just need a place to stay until morning!” She received no response, and the door remained locked, a barrier between her and protection. Fiona stepped back and growled, her frustration no doubt influencing her as she weighed her options. The light pouring out of the windows on the side told Fiona that the place was, at the very least, not abandoned. At best, the little hut had no permanent occupant and was already inhabited by someone like her; At worst, whoever owned the place wasn’t interested in letting her in. With another irritated growl, the fed-up fox made up her mind. “Well, either way, someone’s gonna learn to share tonight!” Taking another step back, Fiona pushed off the ground and forward, bringing her leg out in front. Her booted foot made contact with the door, and its older lock gave way almost immediately. It swung open and slammed against the inner wall of the house, closing partially before Fiona grabbed and pushed it back. After stepping inside and fervently shaking the water from her fur, the fox was greeted with about what she’d expected. Discarded machine parts littered a desk off to the left of the room, and a staircase was against the far wall. “Hmph! Whoever owns this place, they’ve gotta work on their interior decorating,” scoffed Fiona as she sashayed in like she was the new owner. While observing a few more of the house’s features, she found herself clearing her throat rather often. This, along with the rain hammering the walls, made her realize something. “Man, I’m parched!” Eyeing a sink she’d spotted earlier, Fiona strutted up to it and then started carelessly throwing open the cupboards above it. “Let’s see here… cups?” Upon throwing open a cupboard beneath the counter, the vixen found what she was looking for. “Ah, there we are! ‘Bout time!” To Fiona’s delight, the sink worked like a charm. It splashed a torrent of cold, clear water into her glass on demand, and soon, she was letting out a refreshed sigh as the last of it tumbled down her dry throat. She wiped off her lips before retrieving another glassful. After two refills, the fox felt satisfied, and she dropped the cup into the sink. The sink… “Wait, what’s that?” Fiona’s eyes shot back to a small design on the sink in a double take. They grew wide as saucers as she saw a familiar logo of two orange, white-tipped tails beneath the faucet. “Don’t tell me this is-” “A really bad idea on your part? Ok, I won’t tell you, then.” Those youthful words were the last she heard before the impact of a hard object against the back of her head robbed her of her faculties. She stumbled back and collapsed into someone’s arms, looking up just in time to see a hint of orange fur before the last of her vision faded to black. ==== Fiona awoke with a start, darting her eyes every which way to take in her surroundings. However, a throbbing sensation on the back of her head brought her actions to a screeching halt. Instinctually, Fiona’s right hand tried to shoot up and cradle the wound, but it met resistance. “Huh?” she exhaled as she looked back at her arms, only now finally starting to realize the situation she was in. “Oh, you’re awake.” The vixen knew that voice anywhere. Her mind raced to recall the logo she’d seen right before passing out, and her eyes followed the sound to an inevitable sight. Leaning against the opposite wall, with his twin tails swishing behind him and a light scowl on his face, was none other than Miles Prower. He stared back at her restrained form, tied to a chair at her legs, waist, and hands, with locks around each of the ropes for good measure. “T… Tails?!” “Don’t call me that,” demanded the fox in swift retaliation. “Only my friends get to call me that.” With a whirlpool of questions raging through her head, Fiona decided to ask the most important one, that being, “Tails, why am I tied up?” The fox withdrew his gaze and let out a patronizing scoff. “Why wouldn’t you be? You’re the enemy.” “Tails…” “I told you, it’s Miles . Someone who runs around with Scourge is no friend of mine!” “I…” “No. I’m done hearing excuses. I’m done being treated like I’m just some dumb, lovestruck kid!” snapped Tails, baring his fangs as he took an authoritative step forward. “I don’t want to hear your lies anymore!” “Tails, I dumped Scourge!” “I’m sick of- what?” With an annoyed sigh, Fiona rolled her eyes and replied, “I dumped that bastard today! That crap he pulled on Moebius was a step too far for me, and it made me realize how dumb I was being. Happy now?” Tails’ mouth hanged agape for a moment, his powerful brain no doubt working overtime to make sense of Fiona’s words. For a moment, his face softened and his shoulders fell. The younger fox opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again. As quickly as it’d come, Tails’ softer expression vanished in favor of a disgusted scowl. “No, I’m not ‘happy now’! You think, after all those years of manipulation and abuse, that you’re just gonna waltz in here and act like I should trust you?!” “No! This was an accident!” Tails gave an amused laugh in response. “Hah! I’m guessing that time you slapped me in the face and ripped my heart out was just an ‘accident’ too, right?” “That was a mistake, that’s different!” “Oh, of course it was!” mocked Tails, his eyes beginning to water. “Well, news flash, Fiona. Maybe four years ago, I’d have fallen for this trick, but guess what? I’m not a dumb twelve year old kid anymore!” “I’m not trying to trick you, Tails!” “Yeah, and Sonic isn’t blue!” “Tails, listen to me!” “I’d rather listen to claws on a chalkboard!” “...” An awkward silence settled over the room, with Tails refusing to take his eyes away from Fiona for even an instant as she struggled with what to say. It was during this time that the vixen’s eyes widened in realization. She looked down at her lower body, recalling the three glasses of water she’d guzzled down Chaos knows how long ago. The liquid had begun to work its way through her, and it’d chosen the worst time to demand an exit, presenting itself as a mild pressure in her abdomen. Oh, Chaos, how was she going to do this? “Uh… Tails?” “Miles.” “Tails, please…” The orange fox crossed his arms and averted his gaze with a stubborn scoff. “Alright, fine. Miles,” began the vixen as she awkwardly fidgeted in her chair. “I know this isn’t the best time to bring this up, but… would you mind if I used your bathroom?” The howling laughter Fiona received was about what she’d expected. She watched in annoyance as Tails held his stomach and wiped his eye with his free hand. “Oh, goodness…” Tails began, recovering from his laughing fit and glancing down at Fiona. “Your little ‘I’ve changed’ plan failed, so now you’re hoping ‘please let me go potty’ will work?” “Tails-” began the fox, cutting herself off and sighing as she realized growling his forbidden name would get her nowhere. “Miles, I promise, I’m not trying to trick you here. You saw me drink all that water before you clocked me!” “Hmph!” grunted the two-tailed fox as his scowl remained on his face. “Well, I’m sure you can hold it until the Freedom Fighters get here.” “When’s that?” “Hah!” mused Tails, looking down at his arm where a teched-out watch was wrapped around his wrist. “Three hours, maybe four, depending on how long Sonic wants his beauty sleep to last.” “Three hours?! There’s no way I can hold it that long!” “You’re acting like I even believe you to begin with!” “Grr… Miles!” Fiona shifted in her chair. The ropes tied around her waist and constricting her bladder certainly weren’t helping her predicament. “Look, just let me piss real quick. After that, I’ll do whatever you want. Hell, I’ll tie myself back up for all I care!” “And I should trust you, because…?” The vixen opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it in an unfortunate realization. There really wasn’t a reason for Tails to trust her. “That’s what I thought.” ==== By the time Tails had told her a little under an hour had passed, Fiona was growing desperate. The mild discomfort in her midsection had graduated to an ache, and her bladder protested with a stinging sensation every time she squirmed in her chair to try and find the most comfortable, and least straining, position. More than once, she’d caught Tails peering over to her with a softer expression. But it disappeared the second he realized she was watching him. With her thighs already rubbing together in discomfort, Fiona figured she had nothing to lose from asking, “Miles, can we talk?” “Your little dance isn’t convincing me.” “Not about that!” Fiona rebutted. “Then I have nothing to gain from talking to you.” “Then just listen!” “...” With a sigh, and forcing her bladder’s concerns to the back of her mind, Fiona began, in the kindest tone she could produce, “Look, Miles. I understand why you’re upset. I would be, too! What I did to you, to everyone, for all those years, it wasn’t right!” “Understatement of the century.” “The point is, I’ve changed since then!” insisted Fiona, leaning forward in her chair, only to immediately wince in regret as the ropes pressed against her uncomfortably full bladder. “You said you were just a stupid kid four years ago, right? Well, so was I! I made a mistake, Miles, a big one!” Fiona watched Tails’ face for any sign of a change, only to come up short. So, she continued, “After my choice to run off with Scourge, things just started to feel more and more… wrong! Like I was doing something stupid, but had no way out. Think about it. Scourge was all I had, Miles! What would you have done if I’d come crawling back to you back then? I think today’s a pretty good indicator!” “We gave you multiple chances to change, and you blew it! You ask what we would’ve done? I don’t know, probably what you deserve!” “And what do I deserve, Tails?” The question’s weight crushed any desire Tails had to correct Fiona on his name. He stared back at her blankly, trying to muster up a response. “Do I deserve to just be alone for the rest of my life, promising people I can change only to be thrown aside like I never can? ‘Cause it sounds to me like that’s exactly what you’re proposing!” “Fiona, I…” Tails’ words gave way to the storm still raging outside. The two stared with nothing but each other and the torrent of rain to keep them company. The vixen watched as hurt washed over his face. “This is… really complicated,” conceded Tails, letting his gaze fall to the floor. “We’ve been enemies for so long, and for you to show up now and… you can’t just expect people to immediately trust you again, Fiona.” “I’m not asking for that!” cried the vixen, lurching forward in her chair and wincing as her bladder shot waves of pain through her body in protest. “I’m just asking you for a chance.” Fiona could’ve sworn she’d seen at least a dozen emotions all take their turn commanding Tails’ face as he stood in quiet contemplation. After what seemed like an eternity, the younger vulpine finally opened his mouth. “I’m gonna need some time to think about this, Fiona.” The vixen nearly bit her lip at the mention of the commodity she was hastily running out of. She stared down at her aching abdomen, weighing her options carefully. As much as she wanted to bring up her need for relief again, even beg him if necessary, she decided against it. The boy needed time, and bringing up her problem now might just make him even more suspicious. With her mind made up, Fiona laid back in her chair and got as comfortable as she could. ==== As the minutes crawled by, Fiona felt her composure being hammered away at. Her legs rubbed together as best they could under their restraints, and she wished desperately that she could at least jam her hands in between them to hold herself. She glanced longingly over at Tails, who had by now dozed off against the wall. Her bladder begged her to wake him, to call his name and beg him to let her out so she could make a mad dash for the bathroom, yank down her pants, and… “Hngh!” whined Fiona, shaking herself from her fantasy before she wet herself then and there. Just a little longer, she thought. Tails was sure to wake up soon! The jingling of the locks stirred the two-tailed fox. He pried his heavy eyes open and turned his attention to the vixen, who was now biting her lip and looking every which way. “Fiona?” Tails’ voice jerking her from her concentration didn’t help the vixen’s desperate state. Fighting the urge to immediately beg him for relief, she looked him in the eye. “T-Tails, you’re up!” Tails took a moment to look Fiona up and down. Clearly, she was either in a lot of pain, or she was a damn good actress. Her bushy red tail jerked behind her as she fervently rubbed her legs together, and beads of sweat poured down her face. “You weren’t lying about having to go, were you?” “No!” Fiona couldn’t stop herself from blurting out as she squirmed desperately. “I didn’t bring it up before, ‘cause you were asleep, and I wanted to give you your time. But now I’ll ask again. Please , Tails, can I go take a piss?” “And you promise, no funny business?” “I’m about to do my ‘business’ all over your chair and floor if you don’t give me somewhere else!” He stared at Fiona again, almost hoping he’d be able to find some hint of deception so he wouldn’t have to make the choice he was about to. “I don’t know…” “Tails, I’ll behave myself, I swear! I’ll tell the Freedom Fighters everything I know, I’ll even rat out that bastard Scourge for you! Just please, let me take a damn leak!” Whether the vixen was genuine about wanting to change, Tails didn’t know. But one more look at her fidgeting form made it clear to him that she wasn’t lying about one thing. “Fiona, you’ve convinced me.” The words came like an answer to Fiona’s prayers. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she thanked Tails up and down. “I’ll unlock your ropes.” Fiona fell back in the chair and bit her lip with a whine. “Please, just hurry up!” Tails strode over to his nightstand and jerked open the top drawer. He quickly scanned its contents, only for his eyes to widen in shock. “Tails, what’s that look for?” “I… thought the key was right here,” the fox muttered, looking back at his bursting captive, then back at the drawer. “Oh no, don’t tell me you lost the key!” Fiona whined as pain erupted from her overworked bladder. “Please, Tails, find it. I’m about to piss myself over here!” “C’mon… Think, Miles, think!” grunted Tails as he slapped his forehead, trying to retrace his steps. “I knocked Fiona out, brought her up here, locked the locks, then I got a drink of wa-” Suddenly, the fox’s eyes grew wide as saucers. That was it, the sink! “Hold on, Fiona! I think I left the key downstairs!” “I’ve been ‘holding on’ for going on forever now. I’m not gonna have a choice in the matter pretty soon!” barked Fiona as another bladder spasm brought her legs crashing together. “I’ll be right back!” was the younger vulpine’s frantic response as he rushed out of the room and down the steps. Now alone with her begging bladder, Fiona threw her head back and slammed her eyes shut, diverting all her strength to her bladder as it strained to hold back the ocean of contents locked inside her. “Oh… hurry, Tails, hurry!” By the time Tails had bounded back up the steps with the key in-hand, Fiona was fit to burst. Her bladder’s begs had graduated to plain demands, and she was seconds away from just giving up and soaking her pants and the furniture beneath. “Fiona, you’ve got to stop moving your legs so I can get the lock!” “Oh… alright!” moaned Fiona. The second Tails unlocked the rope and it fell slack to the floor, her legs pounced overtop of one another, crossing with all their might as they bounced in unison. “Just two more, Fiona. Hang in there!” Tails moved onto her waist, sliding the key in and twisting before jerking the lock off. The desperate vixen gasped as the ropes previously constricting her fell, allowing her already-full bladder to stretch even further. Hopefully, the momentary relief of pressure would be enough… Fiona awkwardly stood up and jammed her legs together, fervently shifting her weight between them as Tails went for the last lock. The temptation to yank down her pants and soak the young inventor’s floor the second she was free was overwhelming. But she couldn’t do that to him now. “Alright, Fiona. That’s it!” Her hands wasted no time in flying to her crotch to hold back the coming flood, she danced in place as she shot her gaze over to Tails. “Tails. Bathroom. Where?!” “First door down the hall to the right.” Fiona didn’t waste a second more. She knew a controlled hobble to the bathroom was out of the question. She was going in the next ten seconds, pants or not. With that in mind, the vixen took off in a mad dash toward the door. She felt the last of her restraint failing as she darted into the room and threw on the light, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. Then, her eyes fell upon the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. The toilet sat against the far wall, practically calling on her to fill its vacancy. “Ugh… I’m gonna fucking piss myself if I wait any longer!” she cried with a violent shiver as she grabbed her leggings and yanked them down. With her privates now exposed to the open air, her bladder finally gave up its fight. Rather than try and quell the light trickle of clear pee now trailing down her leg, Fiona dashed forward and jerked the toilet seat up before collapsing forward onto the bowl. Fiona’s beyond-full bladder needed no invitation to start releasing its hours worth of stored up contents. A mighty torrent of clear urine rushed out from between her legs and crashed into the awaiting water below. Both this sound, however, and the raging storm outside, paled in comparison to what poured out of the vixen’s mouth. “Hahhh… finally!” Fiona moaned in ecstasy as every second worth of pent-up stress and pee cascaded from her. Her bushy tail swished off the edge of the toilet as she filled the room with her delightful exhales. In a final resignation, Fiona let her body collapse forward onto the rear of the toilet. She closed her eyes and donned an airy smile as the torrent continued. “This feels... so fucking good,” she breathed, her words being broken up by one of many sighs of relief. The waves of ecstasy now surging throughout her body was a feeling she never wanted to end. But alas, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, her stream began to slow. First to a trickle, and then to a few drops, and with one last sigh of unparalleled relief, Fiona felt the last of her urine empty from her body. “Ugh, thank goodness he believed me…” breathed the alleviated vixen as she stood up from her awkward position on the toilet and reached for the toilet paper. After cleaning herself up, Fiona turned toward the entrance, only for her eyes to widen in realization. “Oh, Chaos!” In a burst of speed, Fiona yanked her pants back up and dashed out of the bathroom, only to shoot her gaze down the hall and see Tails standing at the end of it, blushing madly and refusing to make eye contact with her. “Tails! You…” “You forgot to close the door…” was the fox’s embarrassed response as Fiona strode up to him. “Yeah, I noticed.” As the two stood there awkwardly, Fiona eyed the chair, suddenly recalling their deal. “Oh, right…” “Hmm?” Fiona seemed to ignore him, instead opting to stride over to the chair and sit back down in the pose she’d left it in. “Remember? I promised I’d go right back to here once I was done, so go ahead, Tails. Tie me up again.” At that moment, Fiona couldn’t have guessed what was going through the young fox’s head. But his response certainly wasn’t one of her guesses. “There’s no need for that.” “Wh… what?” Tails responded with an awkward chuckle. “After all you just went through, and all I’ve seen, just you offering to be tied up again is enough to earn at least a little trust from me.” A warm smile washed onto Fiona’s face as she rose from the chair and strode up to Tails. The boy retreated for a moment, but quickly found himself in the taller vixen’s arms. “Thank you, Tails. That means a lot to me,” smiled Fiona as she broke their embrace and bent down to reach eye level. “In fact, I think for that, you deserve something I should’ve given you a long time ago.” Tails felt his entire body freeze stiff as he stared into Fiona’s approaching eyes. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as she grasped his shoulders and pulled him in, closing her eyes as her lips met his. The fox hardly wanted to believe it. But the warm, blissful feelings now echoing through his body confirmed it. Fiona Fox was kissing him. After they broke away, Tails told his lips to move, to say anything at all. “Mwaa… huh?!” “Just a little something to show my gratitude,” Fiona replied with a light, yet devious tone that drove Tails further up a wall. “Well, aside from the one you already got.” Tails raised his eyebrow. “Already got? What do you mean?” Fiona’s next sentence would drive a mad flush onto Tails’ cheeks that would give her own fur’s redness a run for its money. “Silly fox, you got to make a woman moan.”
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  21. AN: This story involves hurt/comfort, wetting, bullying, karma, furry/anthropomorphic characters, original characters, furry/anthropomorphic original characters, messing (much later on), high school setting, and romance. This story will include minimal sexual content, and all characters are depicted 18 years of age or older. Also this is my first story on here, hope you enjoy. Character List So Far Lexi Prow: A jumpy mouse senior girl who lacks a social life, loves video games, and is decent in her academics. (18 years old) Alex K. Jess: A maned wolf baseball player junior who is friendly, if not a bit airheaded. He isn't very good at academics and is Lexi's love interest. (18 years old) Celine Tyura: A cheetah senior and leader of the cheerleader squad. She is one of the more popular girls in school and Lexi's full time bully. (18 years old) Chapter 1: Start of a Bad Omen A murid girl walked through the crowded hallways of Rasa High School, yawning as she wiped the sleepy tears from her eyes. She was pretty short, like most of the mouse students in the school, 5'2 in height, and wearing a large black hoodie that hid her petite figure; with the name of a band she didn't remember. Under the hoodie was a grey pleated skirt and a pair of pink thigh high stockings. The fur on her head between her ears had a pixie cut style to it, combed on one side and partially draping over her face. Her tail was dyed pink on the very tip, and she had a golden piercing on her left ear. She wore a pair of wireless earbuds and was listening to some pretty loud metal, completely ignorant of the world around her. She didn't stand out too well, which was just how she liked it, shifting the grey backpack over her shoulder to fit more comfortably as she walked to her locker. Students of all shapes and sizes passed her, ranging from canines, felines, equines, cervids, lapines, ursids, avians, too many to list in one go, but most of them dwarfed her in size as they walked by and with her. Couples kissed, friends chatted, groups giggled, everyone around Lexi seemed to be aware of their own thing. She reached her locker a few moments later. Like everyone else's: it was blue, tall, and had a silver combination lock on it. Unlike everyone else's, however, it had clearly seen much better days. It was dented, and the blue on the door was faded, having gone under a large degree of abuse. Crude insults had been written in permanent marker all over the doors, such as "LEXi tHe lOsEr" or "Wimpy Mouse" on it. Opening the locker, Lexi pulled out the textbook for her homeroom class; Business Studies. As she was about to close her locker door; a large paw shoved her in, before slamming the door shut behind her. Lexi let out a cry as her head smashed into the wall of the locker, and felt her insides grip in fear as the door was slammed behind her. "No!" she cried in panic. "No, let me out!" Slamming on the door, she could tell someone was keeping the door shut, as it barely budged. "Let me out of here, please!!" Lexi begged. Suddenly, the bell rang, very loud and very clear. Lexi knew it was likely louder for her due to sensitive ears, but like many times this happened before, she knew the bell nevertheless drowned out her pleas, no matter how hard she yelled. However, she could hear several female snickers just outside the door before they too were drowned out by the loud electronic ringing of the school's intercom system. The bell finally stopped ringing a full five minutes later, and when it did; it was silent. Doors were shut, and no one was no longer in the halls. Lexi knew there were no classes at all near her locker, but at least the janitor's office was close by. But the janitor didn't come by for a while, and Lexi knew she was stuck waiting. Meanwhile, she was trapped in a dented box with her backpack, several textbooks, and barely any room to breathe. While this wasn't the first time it happened, it didn't stop Lexi from breathing frantically, or whimpering to herself. Lexi had been plagued by many issues as a child, such as essential tremor, and the proneness to passing out. And it was these reasons that got her picked on since middle school. But if there was one reason she could call herself lucky, is that she wasn't a target by the school's popular group from her incontinence. She had a very weak bladder, much weaker and much smaller than normal. Most mammals her size and mass could have a bladder limit of 200-300 milliliters, but her unlucky self could only handle up to 180 milliliters, max. Her parents had found out when she had bedwetting and school accidents all the way to upper elementary. She'd taken medication to help with those issues now, and was trained with kegel exercises to help with the issue. However, they didn't help much. Her medication only helped her with controlling the urge to pee, but it had no effect on her limit, and was rendered useless when things like laughing or fright happened. In fact, she'd only had one accident in middle school, and it was by sheer and stupid luck that she wasn't caught by the other students for it. - Flashback: 5 Years Ago - The school's Halloween haunted house was a very big event. Middle schoolers were both ecstatic and frightened over the idea of a maze enveloping the entire gym, with jumpscares and horrible monsters hanging from the walls. Lexi, who was only 13 at the time, had been persuaded to attend by the drama club, who put the whole thing together advertised the event, asking to enjoy the haunted house as a way of appreciating all the work they put into it. Lexi had never been a no type of mouse, and gave easily under pressure. And Lexi was completely regretting that mindset, unable to leave the in fear of either looking like she didn't appreciate the drama club, or a scaredy mouse. She was wearing a pirate costume, complete with boots, dark brown pants, a torn tunic she'd made herself, and an eyepatch. On her head sat the typical tricorne most associated pirates with. Standing in line at the school gym, she could hear screams, roars, moans, and cheesy scary music that most commercials or radio ads played. The paper cup of horchata that Lexi held was mostly empty, and half crumpled by Lexi as she shook nervously. While most of the kids were excited, some were scared and nervous about going in. Those twenty minutes of waiting were the worst Lexi had felt. She could've been bobbing for apples or getting candy, or taking part in some game where she could have fun instead of getting the daylights scared out of her. When she arrived at the front, the screams were even louder, and there was even crying heard. Lexi had finished her horchata, and even chewed on the ice to distract her, as painful as it was. Tossing the empty cup, she entered reluctantly. She was greeted by darkness, and she whimpered as her tail curled up. There were glow in the dark arrows on the floor, as well as tape on the edges of the path to highlight the way through. She heard cackling, echoing throughout the gym. The other kids nearby, either in front or behind were crying or blubbering, unable to articulate any words properly. Lexi didn't blame them. As she continued, a large claw leapt out from the wall, seemingly phasing through it even though it was a curtain. Lexi let out a squeak and rushed ahead, eyes shut as she ran. And bumped into something immediately. Looking up, Lexi cried out upon seeing it was a large skull mask with eyeballs looking right down at her. Scrambling to her paws, she tumbled through the path to see several boys disappear around the corner. She tried to follow before seeing splatters of red and hearing cries and yells in the next corner over. The murid turned the corner to see red everywhere, the boys gone, and a large bulky figure in front of her. Before she could react, the figure's head - the skull of a canine - turned a full 360, before lunging straight for her. Lexi let out a bloodcurdling scream, louder than she'd screamed before, and ran. She bolted for her life, right past the figure and into smashed right through the paper wall to a closed gym door. Lexi slammed on it, pounding on the door while screaming for help. Unbeknownst to her at the time, her pants had become completely wet out of fear. Finally pushing the large heavy duty doors open, she ran into the open baseball field, which was empty. Lexi collapsed on the grass, crying and gasping for breath in wet pants. Shaking violently, Lexi was about to breathe, before she threw up all over the field from so much adrenaline. When she'd calmed down, she was still shaking, but this time out of embarrassment. When the teacher found her, she was completely unmovable for several minutes, unwilling to go back and begging the adult to not tell anyone. It was only until the teacher told her that she wasn't the only one who had an accident from the haunted house event. With that, she felt somewhat better, and she felt even better when the teacher promised to sneak her out of the school and call her parents to pick her up. When they arrived, they were unhappy with her accident, especially when she was doing so well. However, they were semi-understanding due to the fact it was induced by fear. They took her home, and Lexi refused to come out again for trick or treating. She went to bed early that night, and surprisingly had no nightmares about the event. The next day, Lexi came to school nobody mentioned any accidents, and it was like the whole thing was just another every day experience, which it technically was. Either way, she was glad that was over and done with, because she'd had the most humiliating and horrifying experience mixed in one: though she would be very disheartened at the thought of that moment becoming a bad memory. - Flashback End - Lexi shuddered as she remembered every embarrassingly gritty detail of that day, and then she was reminded of her current predicament. Knowing no one would be skipping out on homeroom class, she went back to banging on the door. "Lemme out? Is anyone there?" she cried as she leaned against the door, putting all of her feeble strength against the locker in an attempt to open it. Of course, it didn't move an inch. Or even a millimeter. Nervously, she began to bang her head lightly on the locker, anything to distract herself from the despairing feeling of helplessness, how she'd be late once again and her parents would get even more mad, since she'd never told them of her bullying situation. She would be mocked and ridiculed for being late once again, for being a loser who didn't care about school. Clenching her eyes, she tried to force away the tears welled up and trickling down her groomed furred cheeks. Then she felt it. Oh no. "No. No no no no no," Lexi whimpered, and she clutched her hands between her legs. Her bladder was acting up from the coffee she'd had in the car earlier today. She was originally going to go to the bathroom after she got her things, then straight to her class, but now things were going south. Her bladder ached and she let out a frantic whine, looking for a way out. "Hello?" she cried. "Hello, please let me out!!" Nobody was there once again, and Lexi kept pounding on the door with one hand, the other scrunched against her crotch and between her squeezed together thighs. "Please, I have to go!!" she yelped. She felt a touch of warmth, and she gasped. She was already leaking. She didn't even remember if she took her pills today, but she prayed she did. She prayed that someone would open the door and free her before another accident happened and ruined her last year in high school. Lucky for her, her prayers would be answered. A knock was heard on the outside of the door, and Lexi let out a joyous gasp. "I'm in here, lemme out!" she cried. "Oh, uhh...how'd you get in here?" a male voice asked. It was too muffled for Lexi to recognize it, and she suspected he had something over his face. But right now she didn't care, she just wanted out of this prison. "I-I got pushed in! C-could you open the locker?" Lexi begged. "Please, I'm about to pee myself in here!" She knew she shouldn't have said that, it would probably give this person ammo to tease her later, but her brain was screaming for her to desperately release her bladder. "Oh! Uhh, what's your number? N-not your phone number, your locker number; sorry..." the voice stuttered, and Lexi gave it out without hesitation. About twenty seconds later of fumbling, the door slid open, and Lexi stumbled out, right into a body behind; or in front of the door. "T-thank you!" she cried before looking up. Alex Jess, member of Rasa's baseball team, looked down at her with a concerned look. At least she thought it was concerned, were it not for the scarf currently blocking everything under the eyes. Alex was one of the handsomest boys in school, though he wasn't very good in the topic of academics: he was repeating his junior year instead of advancing to senior year. But he had a carefree attitude, and loved being social more than anything else. And he was Lexi's big crush, ever since freshman year. Big enough that the thoughts she'd had over him would make anyone flush in embarrassment. And she was pressed up against him, about to soak them both. Blushing deep red, Lexi stumbled past Alex, screaming a "sorry" as she ran for the bathroom. Alex raised an eyebrow before looking down at the open locker. "Uhh, you forgot your stuff!" he called. Lexi didn't hear, rushing into the girl's bathroom and into an open stall. Fumbling for a second, she attempted to yank her panties down, but they were caught on her skirt. She struggled for a few more seconds before giving up, sitting on the toilet as her bladder finally let loose. Flooding her panties, Lexi sobbed as she buried her face in her hands as the bathroom filled with loud hissing and splashing as she peed. While she was distraught that she was wetting her panties, it was much better than having an accident in that locker. For a few minutes, Lexi sat there, her torrent of urine having stopped a minute beforehand, before she looked down. Her pink panties were soaked, as were her thigh-high stockings. If she went out now, everyone would know she'd wet herself. In the end, she resigned to just removing her thigh-highs to save her some embarrassment. She debated removing her panties as well, but she decided to just leave them on. She didn't know when the bullies would strike again, and it was preferable to have her panties exposed than all her bits for the school to see. Lexi didn't move for another five minutes, her breath still shaky as she whimpered and stared at her embarrassing mess. - At the Same Time - Celine grinned as she left the stall in the girl's bathroom. That wimp Lexi was so fun to mess with. She'd been doing it since freshman year, and Lexi hadn't ratted her out once. Some of her friends enjoyed picking on her as well, all of them reveling in her cries and begging when they pushed her in the locker this morning. She was a loser, a dumb mouse who nobody would think twice over, because she was such a loner. As soon as she washed her paws, she dried them and pulled out her phone to check on the latest social media stories. She was already using a bathroom break, she might as well make the most out of it. She didn't even turn it on when she heard running and a few voices. She recognized one of the voices as Alex, whom she wanted to join her reverse harem (she currently had three boyfriends and was looking for at least five), and the other as Lexi. Did Alex let him out? The mouse rushed into the bathroom past her, and into a stall, clearly not closing the door as she stumbled over the toilet. Peering in, Celine watched in morbid surprise as Lexi peed her panties over the toilet, loudly crying as droplets of urine spilled over her legs and onto the floor. Celine winced, clearly disgusted and unsympathetic as she left the bathroom. Twice, she was surprised in that moment when she saw Alex waiting outside. "Alex? H-hey, how are you doing?" Celine asked, attempting to sound a bit flirty. The cheetah cheerleader was currently wearing some pretty promiscuous clothes; short shorts, a crop top, and an open jacket. She'd seen many of the students, mostly guys and a few girls, gawk at her behavior, one of the many reasons she was so popular was openness with her body, as well as how rich she was. Alex, however, didn't pay too much attention to outfits. He was holding a grey backpack and was looking quite concerned. "Kinda worried. Someone left her things after being stuck in one of the lockers. I'm waiting till she comes out," he said. "You should probably get back to class. I'll wait for her and see if she's doing OK." "Oh, you don't have to. I'll bring her backpack to her. You don't wanna be late to school, do you?" Celine asked coyly, already thinking of more ways to humiliate Lexi by ruining her things. "I'm already late. You go back to class," Alex said dumbly. "I'll wait for her." "Oh...OK," Celine said before heading away, waiting until she'd walked out of earshot to start muttering angrily. "Stupid Lexi...stealing my wolf's attention when she's peeing herself like a kitten..." She stopped walking, before smirking evilly. "Oh...now there's an idea..." ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ First chapter to a possible long term story, just sort of testing the waters. I plan on starting stories on this website, and I thought I'd start with something I had on my mind for a while now. Feedback is welcome, as are ideas, and other story topic concepts. Hope I do good! Other stories I had in mind A fantasy/age of sail universe Medieval universe Cyberpunk universe
  22. This subject has come around before. Just about every pop-culture community (anime, cosplay, fantasy, manga, science fiction and many others) holds conventions. In prior discussions we’ve concluded the world is not (yet?) ready for us. We’ve pretty much also concluded omorashi.org seems unready for a virtual convention. So I’m proposing a virtual agenda (or schedule) for a virtual, virtual convention. Schedule (your local and mostly mythical time): Friday – The convention plans no group meals on Friday. Fri 2:00 PM to 7:30 PM – Travel to convention. If you expect staying home to allow too many distractions, consider booking a motel room, cabin or tenting site with internet access. Fri 5:00 PM to 8:30 PM – Arrival and registration. This means that from your arrival time to until your departure your put 60% or more waking time into DL and AB activities. These can be anything you feel relevant. Setting up whatever you want handy during the convention, reading this schedule, exchanging greetings, and most anything else you think suits your convention experience. Fri 3:00 PM – Game hall opens to impromptu gaming Fri 5:00 PM – Dreaded chain story writing may commence. Each chain story is written by a “tag team” with the first team member writing a paragraph. Then the member tags the next team writer and so on until the team agrees the story is completed. Fri 8:30 PM – Convention staff welcoming participants. Fri 9:00 PM to Sat 1:00 AM – Game hall and anime track (Probably favorite public-domain anime re-posted to omrashi.org Diapered and ABDL Videos) Saturday (your local time. Saturday’s times pretty much pretend for the sake of writing a convention-like schedule.): Sat 8:00 AM to 9:30 AM – Breakfast – on your own. Sat 8:30 AM onward – late arrivals Sat 9:30 AM – Noon and 1:00PM to 5:30 PM -- Panel discussions. Usually subjects on which panelists have experience or have done research. Each of 3 or 4 panelists introduce the subject from their viewpoints. The moderator then asks additional questions. Toward the end the audience asks questions. In a virtual convention the topic would probably work like any other thread. It would continue as long as participants remained interested. Subjects suited to a convention might include: How to Draw Diapered Characters, How to Organize Training Charts and Bladder Diaries, How to Light Staged Wetting Scenes, Tips for Better Omutsu Writing, How to Change Another Person's Diaper. . . Sat 9:30 AM – Noon and 1:00PM to 5:30 PM – Video track, huskers (a person who sells small items from a stall), art, craft and story halls open. The huskers would be omorashi.org moderators offering group and member creations for sale. Just more conspicuous during the convention. The art hall would be the usual gallery. Sat 10:30 AM to 11:30 AM – Virtual banquet – Post recipes in two categories: adult and age-play. Sat Noon to 1:00 PM – Actual lunch. Those staying connected can engage in a lunch-time chat room (mostly with your own or adjacent time zones – remember schedule time are fictional). Optionally, enjoy food services in your physical surroundings. Sat 1:00PM to 5:30 PM – Panel tracks, halls and anime tracks open. Sat 2:00PM to 3:00 PM – Optionally post your potty training or bladder diary for the previous 24 hours. Sat 4:30PM to 5:30 PM – Masquerade – Optionally post photos, clips and/or drawings of yourself and your friends in masquerade mask, diaper/pull-up/training pants and/or cosplay attire. (The norm is keeping faces and private body parts hidden.) Sat 5:30PM to 6:30 PM – Virtual Banquet – Those staying connected can engage in a banquet-time chat room (schedule times are fictional). Optionally, enjoy food services in your physical surroundings. Sat 5:30PM to 6:30 PM – Art, writing & costume awards announced Sat 6:30 PM – Sun 1:00 AM – Game hall and anime tracks reopen. Sunday (your local time. Sunday’s times pretty much mythical.): Sun 8:00 AM to 9:30 AM – Breakfast – on your own. Sun 9:30 AM – 11:00 – Huskers and art halls open. Sun 9:30 AM – Noon – Panel tracks, anime tracks and game hall open. Sun 11:00AM to noon – Thanks to volunteers and closing ceremony. Sun 11:00AM to 12:30 PM – Optionally post your potty training chart or bladder diary for the previous 24 hours. Sun 11:00AM to 1:00 PM – Check out of lodging or pay hotel for an extra night. At a real convention 5% - 10% attendees would buy the extra night to chill with close friends. This is only a fantasy of what a virtual, virtual convention virtual schedule might look like. If someone did iron out the glitches and conflicts in the above and filled in behind the scenes requirements (special-purpose chat rooms, special-topic areas, etc. etc. etc.), they just might take us a step closer to a virtual convention – if that’s desirable. You see, most pop-culture enthusiasts don’t really desire the chaos and silliness of an amateur convention.
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