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

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

    Commission of Ephea's World of Warcraft character.
  4. I saw something earlier that gave me the idea to start an omo petplay thread. I'd love to hear people's ideas for scenarios that can be either real or fictional. If you like, you can include fantasy aspects that directly relate to the topic of being a pet (e.g. anthro characters being pets for humans, Pokemon and their trainer, etc.). Don't forget to mention what type of animal it's for, if it's for a specific one. Some examples I've encountered so far are the following: A pet (probably dog) left in their crate for too long and being found like that and rescued by a different person from the one who left them there. The new owner comforts the pet and cleans them up and tells them how pretty they look now. Being told to hold it for a certain amount of time and being lightly spanked if you leak. This may cause you to leak more, especially if you're being bent over your owner's knees. Having to use a puppy pad. I actually had someone tease me with this idea a while ago.
  5. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  6. Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.
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  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. 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.”
  10. Part 1 (I’m too lazy right now to draw a picture of the characters, so I’ll add a drawing before part two. I’ll just explain what they look like. Think Kimono fursuit style. Sammy is a rabbit, and he’s all dark brown. He has light blue eyes and his hair color is blonde. Sammy has a bit of a softie style, so his outfit in the story is like a pink, long t-shirt and white sweatpants. Pixit, the main character of the story, is a white cat. She has short fluffy hair that’s like a split dye, with light blue on one side and blonde on the other. She wears a big, black hoodie and shorts underneath it, along with fishnets and combat boots. Viv is a cat, who’s pink with light pink freckle-like marking. She has long white hair, like DDLC Yuri haircut, and wears a white crop top and a black skirt. The final character is Colli, who’s a manokit. He’s black with yellow eyes, and fluffy blonde hair. He wears a white t-shirt and long blue shorts. That’s the gang, enjoy!) Pixit was having her morning pee when there was a knock on the door. Viv’s voice came from the other side. ”Pix, we have to go!” She said. “Sammy and Colli are already in the car! We’ll be late for the concert if we don’t leave!” Pixit sighed irritably but pulled back on her stream. “Fine, fine! I’ll be there in a sec!” While she still had to pee, Pixit ignored it. She had an iron bladder and could wait a while. Pixit grabbed her suitcase and got in the backseat of the car with Viv. “You took your sweet time.” Pixits boyfriend, Sammy, said from the front seat. ”I get it, I woke up late and now we’re running late. Let’s get going!” Pixit replied, rolling her eyes with a smile. ”I can turn on some music! How does ChatterMind sound?” Colli asked. The ride to the venue would be a few hours long, but it would still be fun. For the first part of the morning, the four were having fun and rocking out to some music. Since it was a hot summer day, and Pixit got dehydrated easily, she was drinking lots of liquids. She felt a more noticeable twinge in her abdomen. ”Do you think we can stop soon?” Colli asked, as if voicing her thought. “I’m getting hungry for lunch.” ”yeah, we can stop at a drive thru.” Sammy said. “Nobody has to pee, right?” ”We all went this morning, so I think we’re all fine,” Viv replied. “Right Pix?” Pixit nodded. “I’m good.” For now… The group stopped at their favorite restaurant and picked up some food. Pixit felt a stronger twinge again. ”Just curious, how many hours are left in the drive?” She asked. ”About two.” Sammy replied. “But we have to go straight to the concert since we’re running late. We won’t get into our hotel until around 1:30 AM.” Pixit’s jaw tensed, but she nodded. She could just use the toilet at the venue anyway. Besides, she didn’t have to go that badly, and her bladder was basically iron. But as the drive continued, all the liquids she drank seemed to catch up to her. With around one hour and thirty minutes left in the drive, she started shifting around a bit in the backseat. ”You alright?” Viv asked. ”Just antsy.” Pixit replied, trying to stop her fidgeting. Pixit crossed her legs to use her thigh muscles to help hold her pee a bit easier and distracted herself with her phone. This helped a bit, and soon Pixit forgot all about her need and was happily chatting again. The group parked a while later, and Pixit was reminded of her need when a sudden heaviness was in her bladder from standing up. Pixit’s jaw tensed, but she kept quiet and walked through the lot with her friends. When they reached the venue, Pixit was walking towards the bathrooms when Sammy stopped her. ”Babe, we have to go get to our seats now or we’ll miss it.” Sammy said, grabbing her arm. “I have some waters for us too.” Pixit quickly glanced back at the bathrooms before forcing some smiling and nodding. “Yeah, okay! Let’s go!” The group got to their seats, and Sammy handed Pixit a water. Sitting down relieved some pressure off her quickly filling bladder, but it didn’t help a lot. Pixit started getting distracted from her need again when the concert started. Unfortunately, she also wasn’t paying attention to how much water she was drinking. Halfway through the concert, Pixit felt a sudden wave of desperation. She didn’t know her bladder was that full! Pixit grabbed her crotch, and luckily her friends didn’t notice due to the dimmed lights. Pixit felt a little leak wet part of her panties…
  11. Rollixx shifted around in his seat. He wiggled his tail, trying to make more room for his diapered rear. Demmie was sitting next to him in his modified car seat. He was smaller than most demons of his species and had to get a chair designed for small children. He looked up at his massive boyfriend and tilted his head. “Rollo? You look a little tense, is everything alright?” Rollixx nodded and kept his eyes fixed straight on the road. “Yup, everything is completely fine.” “Are you sure?” Demmie reached out and gripped onto the front of the dragon’s padding “... You feel dry, and I don’t smell anything coming from you.” Rollixx shifted around. “I’m clean, nothing is wrong.” “You gotta shit, don’t you?” Demmie smirked when Rollixx’s face went from the usual dark gray to a bright red. “You’re wearing your diaper, just go.” Rollixx wiggled his butt. “Can’t…. No room.” “Oh, it’s one of THOSE shits, huh?” Rollixx nodded. “Demmie, it’s always ‘one of those shits’, you expect a massive dragon like me to not make monster turds?” Demmie laughed. “Good point! We can stop at an empty lot so you can unload, okay?” Rollixx nodded again. He flinched when he heard Demmie blow a raspberry. “That’s gonna be what your ass sounds like in a few minutes.” Rollixx glanced down and saw Demmie’s diaper was soaked. “You look like you pour a whole jug of lemonade down your drawers.” Demmie looked down then quickly pulled his shirt over the thick bulge. “At least I don’t shit myself!” Rollixx chuckled when he saw Demmie’s tail jerk upwards. “You keep believing that sweetheart.” Demmie let out a small huff and lifted up his knees, causing Rollixx to laugh and ruffle his hair. After a few minutes of driving, grabbing each other’s fronts, and poking fun, they pull into a Walmart parking lot which was shockingly empty. Demmie quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. “Geez, I thought I was going to be the impatient one…” Rollixx opened the car door and carefully got out, making sure to not make the floodgates open too soon. “Hurry up so we can get going!” Demmie demanded. He crawled over the center compartment and flopped into the driver seat. Rollixx looked around, when he felt comfortable enough, he slowly let himself loose. He let out small squeaks as the soft shit burst out of him and into his diaper. He lifted up his leg as his diaper began to expand to fit his massive load. Demmie crawled on top of the vehicle and made sure nobody was around. Rollixx then felt something warm and wet run down his legs. “Hmmm?” He looked down and saw a puddle of piss on the ground.“Oh god, now one of the poor workers is going to have to come out here and clean that up.” Tears formed around his eyes, and he tried to hide his face. Demmie used his long tail to pat Rollixx on the head. “The rain should clean it all up, nobody needs to come out and clean. Rollixx still felt so bad that he grabbed a rag and tried to soak up most of the musty urine. “Dan Rollo, that's strong! Kinda turning me on a little…” “Keep it in your pants, you wanna-be urinal.” Rollixx teased as he threw the rag onto Demmie’s face. Demmie sat there with the piss rag on his head. He wagged his tail around, causing it to whip the car so hard it set off the alarm. The two jolted up and frantically tried to shut off the alarm. After a minute, Rollo finally turned off the alarm. “New rule, don’t throw piss rags at Demmie while he’s sitting on top of the car…” Demmie jumped onto Rollo’s shoulder. “Hey, could you get to the changing part of this now… I may or may not have-” “I already know what you did in there you little freak.” He chuckled. “Lay down, and try not to get it all over my seat.”
  12. Surge and Kitsunami's Mission AO3 Verision: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46543978 "Take THAT, you bucket of bolts!" Surge the Tenrec taunted the badnik while kicking it. "You’re doing great, Surge!” Kitsunami called out to Surge, holding a thumbs up. “Shut up and gimme a boost!” She barked at Kit, indicating a ledge. The duo was on a mission for The Restoration to destroy a new egg base that popped up in a snowy region. The mission was only to scout out the base, but in Surge’s head, they shouldn't have sent her if they only wanted it scouted out. The two friends were created by a platypus named Doctor Starline, a former apprentice of Doctor Eggman. After Eggman fired him from the Egg Empire, he made Surge and Kit take down the empire. However, his plan failed, and Eggman killed him in his attempt. Surge hunted Sonic across Mobius for a time, trying to take him out. Eventually, Sonic helped her realize her wrongdoings and join The Restoration. Surge continued to run through the base, destroying all the robots in her path, with Kitsunami close behind. They broke through a door, revealing the interior, illuminated by red lights. “C’mon, keep moving!” Surge called to Kit, and he nodded back to her. More badniks blocked the way, all of which the duo took out. The two reached another metal door and quickly knocked it down. However, two long, robotic metal arms wrapped around them as they entered the room. “ARGH! PUT ME DOWN, YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS!” Surge shouted as she struggled. “It’s no use….” Kit said. “These arms are extremely tight.” Surge soon felt a familiar feeling in her lower abdomen. She had to pee. How did she not realize it until now? It was bad, really bad. “Eugh… Drippy, how are we going to get out of here?” She said, panicked. “Um, I’m not sure…. But on the bright side, The Restoration will probably send someone our way once they realize we are reporting in!” Kit noticed Surge’s uncomfortable expression. “Are you okay? The arms don’t hurt too much, do they?” “No, it’s just….” She blushed and looked away. “I have to pee.” She whispered, embarrassed. “What was that?” “I SAID I HAVE TO PISS, YOU IDIOT!” Surge shouted, still blushing. “O-oh.” Kit wasn’t sure how to respond. The room stayed silent for a minute as Surge squirmed as much as she could with the tight arms around her. Kit looked around the circular room for anything he could use to escape. To his right, he noticed an electrical box with Eggman's branding on it. "Okay, I hope this works!" Kit said to no one in particular. "Hm? Hope what works?" Kit focused on the water in his backpack, ejected some of it, and moved it out of the arms. Upon seeing the water, Surge let out a leak in her panties, and she grunted. "Whatever your doing, Drippy, do it fast!" "Just one sec…." Kit said, carefully bringing his water near the box before splashing it, causing it to short-circuit. Almost immediately, the arm fell limp, allowing the duo to escape the arms easily. With her now free to use her arms and legs, she placed her hands on her crotch and wrapped her legs together. "Okay, now I just need to find a bathroom and-" "There are no bathrooms in most Egg Bases." Kit swiftly interrupted her. "What!? Why the hell not!?" “Well, robots don’t have bladders or bowels. Therefore, the only bases that Eggman regularly visits have bathrooms.” Surge groaned. “Ugh, I suppose that makes sense. Let’s just blow this place up and get outta here.” Kit nodded and followed her along as they proceeded to the next room. In the room, there was a giant circular, silver tube. As the duo approached it, a red eye on the tube revealed itself by opening up. “This must be the core of the base!” Kit said. “Then let's show it what’s what!” Silver balls came down from the ceiling and surrounded the red eye. They spun around rapidly, making it impossible to reach the eye without getting hurt. Surge and Kit looked at each other, unsure of what to do. All of a sudden, the balls started rapidly moving around. The duo noticed their opportunity and attacked the eye before the silver balls returned. They repeated this multiple times, and eventually, the eye began to break down and explode. Before long, the entire base was starting to fall. “C’mon, time to go!” Surge said quickly, starting to run off. Kit soon followed, with the two avoidings falling debris as they ran out of the quickly collapsing building. They reached the exit and busted the door down. As they left the base, it exploded behind them. Once the explosion had calmed down, the two took a deep breath of relief. Surge shivered momentarily, and her bladder reminded her of its need. She quickly placed her hands on her midsection, holding on for her dear life. Kit noticed her struggle and awkwardly averted his eyes. “C’mon, Drippy-” (She suddenly regretted giving him that nickname). “Let’s head back to HQ.” “Will you be okay?” He asked, concerned. Surge stayed silent for a moment. “Yup, I can make it.” She said, sounding unsure. “Okay, if you say so.” The two began running through the cold snow. Even though she was used to running, every step was torture for Surge. Her bladder felt like it was going to pop any second. What could she do? Suddenly, her bladder decided that it was time to release. She felt the warm liquid enter her underwear and quickly skidded along the ground to stop. As soon as she could, she wrapped her legs around each other as tight as she could and squeezed her crotch. Kit noticed that she stopped and turned around to see what was wrong. “Surge! Are you okay!?” He asked frantically. “N-no… Eugh.” She grunted. “Will you be able to make it?” Surge simply whimpered and shook her head no. Her bladder ached like hell, and it would come out one way or another, whether Surge wanted it to or not. “RAGH! FUCK IT!” She shouted, spreading her legs apart and letting go. She let out a small moan as she felt the pee start to soak her panties. “Surge? What are you do-” Kit started furiously blushing as he saw a stain beginning to grow on Surge’s pants. He turned around quickly. Surge closed her eyes and basked in the relief. The warm liquid spread around, heating her in the cold area. Pee trickled down into the snow, causing it to go yellow. She let out another, longer moan. Surge could’ve sworn that she was drooling. After about forty seconds, Surge finished with a big sigh. She opened her eyes to see Kit still looking away. “My piss is that disgusting, huh?” She teased. “N-no, Miss Surge, I just-” “Relax, Drippy; I’m kidding. Let’s get back to Restoration HQ. Hopefully, my pants will be dry by then.” Kit nodded, embarrassed by Surge’s unabashed attitude. The two headed back to the HQ, where Jewel would surely shout at them for going against their orders.
  13. Hi all 👋 👋 I recently started a new job where I get to work from home on Fridays, I think i may want to do a at home/ working wetting now that I've gotten more comfortable working at the office🏠 if you want to give me any tips I'd be most appreciative! Or if you would be interested in chatting with me while at work(; message me!
  14. Hello and welcome to my Omovember. I hadn't heard of this until after November started, so I'm a little late but catching up. If you see any of these posted on Wattpad or Ao3 under Foggy Forest or Foggy_Forest, it's just me posting on as many platforms as possible. Without further ado, here's the story. Spark knocked on the bathroom door, his paw pressed tightly into his crotch. "Hey, Fern! Could you go any slower?" He heard the shower start. "Nope! Taking a shower!" Fern called back. Spark gritted his teeth. "You weren't in the shower ten minutes ago." He muttered to himself, trying to tune out the sound of the shower. A minute passed, but to Spark, it felt like hours. He sighed, and his bladder took the momentary slack of the rest of his limbs as a cue to let go. Spark gasped and pressed his paws onto himself harder. He'd only let out a small spurt. He sighed again, making sure not to release his bladder once more. After a few more minutes of shower sounds and the smallest of leaks, Spark was at his wit's end. He looked at the plant beside the bathroom door. I could just go there He reasoned, his bladder pulsing angrily. He took a few steps closer and removed a paw from his crotch to unzip his jeans. At that moment, Fern left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. The door tapped Spark, and his body let go all at once. In a futile attempt to stop the relentless stream of urine, he tucked his tail between his legs. Spark moaned at the relief, letting his pee-soaked paws rest at his side. "Guess you really couldn't wait, huh?" Fern teased with a laugh. Spark felt himself heat up. "You should've just let me in!" He complained. Fern left for their bedroom, her chuckling audibly the whole way. Spark sighed and looked down at his mess. Now he had to mop the floors and take care of his problem. As he entered the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies, he knew he'd never admit to anyone, including himself, how good the desperation and relief felt. And how he was bound to do something similar in the future. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 321 words. Every other day will have it's own topic.
  15. 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.
  16. 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
  17. 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.
  18. 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.”
  19. 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

  20. 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.
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