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This is my first time writing fiction about my personal fantasies. I am writing this story to sort of test the waters, and see if I'm any good at writing stories, coming up with plots, etc... I'm into humans with animal features (not full body fur), large bladders with ridiculously high capacities, and the rush you feel when completely and utterly desperate to empty your bladder. In real life, I'm a mechanic by hobby and enjoy driving my Audi TT on backroads and circuit tracks. I am mechanically savvy and enjoy driving fast. I also refer to my car as being female... Don't ask me why, I just do lol WARNING: This story contains abuse. It's used as a backstory for Roxy. This is in no way meant to advertise abuse, claim that it's okay, or any related situation(s). Inspiration: Ruri's Manners - Jimmy Olsen here on omo.org, Hellsing Ultimate - anime, BNA - anime, Jobless Reincarnation - anime, Fairy Tail - anime, Strike Witches (and Brave Witches) - anime. With all that out of the way, it's about time to start Part 1 of the story. Note that there's no real omorashi in the first part, it's mostly used for world building and character building. In the year 2022, many people experience attraction to animalized humans, furries, and sometimes just plain animals. How far one particular group is willing to go in terms of trust, friendship and equality will all be tested one fateful day when they meet Roxy. Damien is a tall man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible capturing his heart after the first test drive. On this particular day, he was driving through a forest. Full of tall, healthy trees with leaves and flowers in full bloom, the forest seemed to wrap around the road perfectly. He took this opportunity to floor his convertible, quickly accelerating from the speed limit of 45mph to nearly 80mph before shifting up and flooring it again. Caught up in the rush of the moment, he continued accelerating until the wind took his hat right off his head. He came to a crawl and pulled over, walking back and forth over the same section of road many times without any luck finding his hat. Luckily, there was nobody else around and he could do this for quite some time without feeling like he looked out of place. He hadn't seen a single car since leaving the city and turning onto this road. After about an hour of searching, he was definitely feeling the need to pee. To be fair, he had been feeling it for quite some time. Only now was he no longer able to ignore it completely. Concentration was getting harder, his legs wouldn't sit still, and he kept reaching near his crotch. Finally, he walked behind some trees, pulled his dick out, and let go. His 1800ml bladder capacity meant that when he was full, he released a powerful stream for over a minute straight before finally finishing. The feeling of relief was ecstatic, and was one of many reasons he enjoyed holding himself until the point of total desperation. With his bladder taken care of, he zipped his pants back up and continued his search for his beloved hat. After another 20 minutes of searching, he saw someone walking in the woods with his hat on. He called out to them, only for them to disappear into the trees. Confused and angry at whoever took his hat, he gave chase. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he caught several glimpses of the thief. Whoever they were, they were incredibly nimble and had ungodly amounts of stamina. They refused to run in a straight line, rather digging their bare feet into the bases of trees and springing off of the trees with incredible speed. He thought he had to be seeing things from the heat when he caught a glimpse of what looked like a tail darting around behind the hat thief. It was hard to make out, they were just so darn fast. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods and the thief transitioned to a hunched over sprint on both arms and legs before pulling away with incredible speed. Their back rose and fell, bending aggressively with each gallop. Whoever this was, it was certainly no ordinary person. Damien was out of breath, only fueled by the NEED to get his hat back and to see what exactly he was chasing. As the mysterious figure outran Damien completely, she found herself at a wooden fence. Inside were birds in what looked like large wooden cages, some sort of boar without the big teeth or long hair, and lots of grazing cows. She took this moment to catch her breath and look back, only to find that Damien was still running! His stride was sloppy, his hair no longer neatly swished over across his head, and his shirt was nearly completely covered in sweat. Taking in the image of determination being projected by her pursuer, the thief sat down in the grass and waited. As Damien closed the distance, he saw the thief was waiting and slowed to a jog while attempting to catch his breath. He only said "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want my hat back. I won it at a go-karting competition and I wear it everywhere. I'd like it bac-" Before he could say more, he was taken aback by the fact that the thief got up from a sitting position by leaning forward, putting her hands on the ground, and all at once throwing her knees back and springing up. She didn't seem out of breath at all. Her clothes were filthy, not from running away, but from being the only clothes she had. At this moment, Damien realized the thief was a girl with no extra clothes, and nowhere to go. Damien once again asked for his hat back, and was met with a confused stare. Also noticing her green speckled eyes, Damien motioned to the top of his head and then to hers, before once again asking that his hat be returned. Reaching for his hat, Damien was startled back by the sudden hissing and raising of the thief's tail. It was at this moment that he realized he had been chasing a sort of human animal. Unsure if she spoke English, Damien kneeled to the ground and extended an open hand. This time met by a confused stare from incredibly large pupils. He decided to handle this the way he would get something back from his pets. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed, tapped the ground next to him, and smiled. The mysterious girl followed suit, and inched closer to him. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly reached and took his hat back. He was too sweaty to wear it comfortably and instead simply placed it in his lap. As he took the hat, out folded a pair of fluffy ears. They stuck up like satellite dishes. The thief's pupils immediately contracting to tall, thin slivers, and then she flexed her hand and extended claws. Seeing what was happening, Damien quickly laid the hat on the ground in front of him. Once again, the thief donned the hat and hid her ears. Her pupils once again growing to gigantic proportions. After a moment, Damien decided to try to apologize. He hoped that even if this girl couldn't understand English, she might understand that he didn't mean to hurt her. He said "Sorry for startling you. You can keep the hat. It's okay." To his surprise, she answered "Why would you give me this? Everyone always takes everything from me." Taken aback by this response, Damien explains the homelessness problem in his city. Because they lack the decency that others expect, they're repeatedly taken advantage of, made fun of, and not given any respect. Forced to beg and steal, they don't project a very good image, and people don't try to see that those homeless people are people too. He explained that one of his closest friends used to be homeless. They saw someone drop their wallet while walking away from a street vendor, and instead of stealing it, returned it to the person who dropped it. That person took them in. Said person was Damien, the young man now in front of this animal girl. She seemed unable to cry, simply shaking and sniffling. Damien motioned for a hug, and after some hesitation, she took the opportunity and accepted his warm embrace. He asked that she come with him. He'd take her home, get her cleaned up, buy her clothes, and get her a proper life. He did feel the need to explain that he's never seen anyone like her before, but decided not to bring it up at the moment. Now only walking, Damien led the way back to his car. Along the way, Damien explained that he was a working man. He spent time away from home doing a job at a hospital. He asked patients what they'd like to eat, brought them their food and set their hospital tables up (picture the adjustable tables that reach over the bed, just big enough for a tray and some small personal items). He was also responsible for making sure the patients enjoyed the food, and for bringing food, drinks and supplies to the pantry every day. For the first time since they started walking together, the girl broke her silence. She asked what a tray was, why people had to be patient, and what a pantry was. Taking time to explain that a tray was a flat object that you put food and drinks on top of, that 'patients' meant people who were in the hospital and that a pantry was a small room where food and supplies were kept, he noticed the sparkle in this mysterious girls eyes. It was as if she had just realized what he was talking about. They continued their conversation as they continued walking back to the car, with Damien answering her questions and still not bringing up how incredibly odd, or rather unique, she truly was. Upon reaching the road, Damien looked for his car, but it was out of sight. He pressed the PANIC button on his keys, but nothing happened. He acted as if nothing was wrong, turned to his right, and continued walking down the road. It was a 50/50 change that he was going the right way, until he recognized several trees where their chase had started. It was moments like this where the hyper-awareness afforded to him by his Asperger's syndrome actually proved useful. He gained some pep back in his step, saying it shouldn't be far now. Looking back, his follower didn't seem tired at all. She just looked confused, and... Happy? It was hard to tell with her face in shadow, and he wasn't used to trying to read emotions from people with cat-like eyes (and ears which he couldn't see under her new hat.). Finally, his car was in view. Still sitting next to the road with the blinkers on and the top down, waiting for her owner to return. Hearing a change in her breathing, Damien looked back to see his follower completely mesmerized by the flashing hazard lights. He explained that she'd need to get in, if he was going to get her home. This was again met with confusion. "You want me to get inside that machine?" She asked. Damien explained that it was a car, made to take people from one place to another, and that everyone where he's from has at least one and they use it on a regular basis. It's just how people get around where he's from. Taking in his answer, she decided it was time to ask him his name, as she had completely forgotten it. "Damien. My name is Damien. What's your name? You never told me." Said Damien, taking the opportunity to get this girl's name before taking her home. "Nobody has every spoken to me like this, and I'm not sure I have a name. But I used to have this band around my neck. It said Roxy on it. I eventually tore it off and threw it somewhere. It reminded me of what it meant to be owned. It was the whole reason I've been living in the woods instead of inside the fence you cornered me at." She grew more anxious as she spoke, getting shaky as she mentioned that she used to belong to somebody. Before she could say anything else, she was met with kind words. "I have two pets, a dog and a cat. They don't stand up or speak like you, but I love them nonetheless. It's not uncommon for people to fall in love with their pets. There are entire communities built around dog lovers and cat lovers. In fact, the two hate each other, always fighting over whether dogs are better than cats or cats better than dogs. Keep in mind, they're not fighting in order to hurt each other, they're fighting to see which one is truly better. So far, they're still fighting and there doesn't seem to be a clear answer yet. It sounds like you weren't a loved pet, and I intend to change that. First, I need to make it clear that you are NOT my pet. You're my friend. You may look like a cat, run like a cat, have the eyes, ears and tail of a cat, but you can communicate and express your own will. I don't know how your previous owner treated you, but I don't intend to own you. I will treat you the way I treat all my friends. I know this seems weird. I'm weird, and I like helping people. Now let's get going. Travis is going to wonder why I'm not back yet if we don't get going." Roxy didn't say anything. She had a new sparkle in her eyes. She was so happy, and confused, and just went with what Damien told her to do for now. Without any words said, both Damien and Roxy knew this moment would last forever. Who would've thought that anyone would ever be kind to Roxy like this? And who would've thought that Damien would ever find such a strange and unique creature? Neither one had any answers, they just continued on with the moment that sealed their bond to each other as trusting and loyal friends. Damien walked to the drivers side of the car, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door. He asked Roxy to do the same thing on the other side. She did. Now inside the machine, she realized that her entire perspective on these car things was wrong. These weren't unstoppable machines that killed animals on the road because that's just what they did. They were a means of transportation. She took a moment to close her eyes and sink into the padded seat as this realization set in. For the first time in her life, happy tears formed. Damien did not interrupt this. A moment later, she opened her eyes, rubbed her tears away, looked over to Damien, and saw that something had a hold of him! Panic! She was so panicked! Was this why these machines killed? Was this machine now in control of Damien? Before she had answers to any of these questions, she shouted out "Look! Something's got a hold of you! Are you okay?! Should I claw through it?!" This time, it was Roxy who was met with a confused look coming from Damien. He looked down, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took it off. This time, he explained what it was for as he put it on, and said that she needed to wear one as well. This isn't the smoothest car, being low to the ground with a tendency to bounce on uneven roads, therefore it was that much more important that they both wear their seatbelts. It was for their safety. Relieved that they weren't in any danger, Roxy followed his lead and put her belt on. After helping her get the end of the belt into the buckle, Damien started the car. Again, Roxy became fixated on the strangest things. "I've never seen a machine that purrs before. Usually they just bolt by at incredible speed." It took Damien a moment to realize what she was saying, before realizing that Roxy had become fixated on the sound of the engine idling, believing it to be some sort of mechanical purring. He took this moment to explain that the sound that each car makes changes as it speeds up and slows down. "This car does not purr when it's moving. You'll see. We'll start out slow, and go from there." Taking his time getting started smoothly and getting back on the road, he looked over to Roxy. She was just so amazed! She was inside one of these machines! It was moving, and it wasn't doing anything else. It wasn't screeching, beeping or swerving. Again, she simply sat there and took in all these new feelings and realizations, only interrupted by Damien saying something. "If I were you, I'd take the hat off and put it on the floor by your feet. You don't want it blowing away, like it blew away from me before you picked it up." In one quick motion, as if feeling this was an immediate command, she took her hat off her head and placed it on the floor. In doing so, this belt thing moved with her as she leaned forward, depositing her hat on the floor. Fascinating. She thought for sure that this belt would try to choke her or something as soon as she tried to move. On the way home, Damien continued to notice that Roxy was really enjoying herself. She was fascinated by every little thing! He let this go on for a few moments. Once they were about 15 minutes away from the, Damien decided to speak up. "Hey, Roxy. I need to be honest with you. I've never seen someone with ears and a tail like you before. I would imagine that nobody else has either. I don't know how people will react when they see you. I just ask that you focus on me, and on the car if you need to. Stay positive. We'll be home soon." That being said, nobody really seemed too put off by a cat girl in a convertible. That was, until someone approached Damien and Roxy while they were stopped at an intersection. Roxy froze, she closed her eyes, expecting something, anything to happen. Instead, a voice from outside the car said "Damien, is that you? It's me, Brent! You missed the launch!" He stopped talking, seeing this cat... Person... In the passenger seat. "Damien. Who's this? And where are your ears?" Confused, Damien didn't answer. He just looked forward, saying he had to get going, as the light was green. "Great job!" Said Damien, comforting his new friend. She still seemed tense, and he didn't really know what to do about this. 20 minutes of random conversations, and they were at his driveway. He pulled in, stopped, and turned the car off. Roxy's ears shot up, moving around like satellite dishes, searching for the sound of that mechanical purring. She never found it. "We're here. This is my house. Hold on just a moment while I help you out." Once Damien helped her out of the car, he got back in, and put the roof up. Again, Roxy was in complete awe. This thing, it was closing, with Damien inside it. But he wasn't afraid, and it seemed like he wanted the machine to do this. Finally, it stopped moving. A solid CLICK was heard before Damien exited the car, stating that he was done and it was time to go inside. "Before we do, I..." Roxy tensed again as she paused, as if having a hard time saying whatever was on her mind. "... I need to use your lawn. I'll be right back." "Stop that, Roxy." Damien said with authority in his voice. "We don't do that here. I'll show you to the bathroom." This didn't click in Roxy's head. She didn't realize this bathroom was where she was supposed to relieve herself. "But I have to go so bad! How long before I can come back outside?!" "Calm down, Roxy. I'll show you to my bathroom. We do that in the bathroom here." Said Damien, realizing the miscommunication. He took her hand and led her inside. She seemed stiff. He didn't know if this was from being overwhelmed, nervous, desperate for the toilet, or maybe some combination of all of these things. After a few steps, Roxy stopped. Pulling back at his hand, she exclaimed to Damien "Please! I have to go! Let me go back outside!" The only response she got was Damien saying to follow him, and he continued leading her further into the house. He opened the bathroom door, and found that Roxy was now shaking. Looking over to her, he saw that she was bent forward, fists to her sides, breathing heavy, with desperation in her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Roxy, it's okay. Here. It's simple!" Said Damien, as he opened the toilet and explained that she'd need to sit on it before she let go. Making sure Roxy understood, he exited the bathroom to give her privacy. He heard a very powerful stream hit the floor. Then it stopped. Then another powerful stream. This repeated several times before he heard a continuous and very powerful stream hitting the water in the bowl. It lasted almost as long as his did when he relieved himself in the woods! How much was she holding?! No wonder she seemed off. With her pants wet and no idea what to do next, Roxy started crying. It was almost like she was trapped all over again! Damien knocked, and announced he was coming in before opening the door. He found a crying Roxy on the floor. Ears flopped over, tail lying flat against the puddle on the floor and completely soaked, sobbing furiously, she was a wreck. "Roxy. It's okay. There's no need to cry. I'll start a shower to get you cleaned up. C'mon, cheer up. I have some sweatpants you can wear once you're all clean, and I'm sure some of Travis' shirts will fit you. We've got a way to get you clean, and new clothes. I'll take care of the puddle. Seriously, don't worry about it. Just focus on cheering up." Damien took a moment to show Roxy how to adjust the water temperature, as well as how to squeeze the soap and shampoo out of the bottles. After instructing Roxy to undress and pull the curtain across the shower, Damien stood outside the bathroom in wait for her to tell him to come back in. He still needed to clean her puddle. "I... I pulled it across. You can... Come in now." Said a very nervous Roxy in the shower. "Okay, I'm coming in now. Make sure you keep the curtain closed." "What? Why would I open it with you right there?!" "Just making sure." With that Damien came into the bathroom and began cleaning the floor under her puddle. This was very yellow urine with a strong odor. He couldn't help but wonder if she was properly hydrated or not. And with such a beautiful young lady on the other side of the door, he had to pay attention to hide his labored breathing. He had a humongous hard on. Luckily, Roxy was so immersed in the shower that she didn't notice his arousing scents. This was completely new to her. The warm water and steam melted all her tension away, cleared her nose and throat, and relaxed her tremendously. Having finished, she turned the water off. "Damien, are you still in here?" "No. I'm outside in the hallway. If you're done, I'm going to start dinner. There's towels hanging on the walls, use those to dry off before you put your clothes on." "Okay, I will." Roxy was still interpreting the things Damien said as commands. She had to dry off before putting on clothes. It would take time for her to become comfortable around people. That being said, everything that happened today was extremely pleasant, with the exception of her accident of course. While Roxy was drying off, Damien was downstairs starting two boxes of Hamburger Helper. Stirring the meat and adding just a pinch of his favorite spices, he hoped it would help Roxy to calm down about everything that's happened. After opening the bathroom door, Roxy's nose was filled with the most interesting of smells. It smelled like cooked meat. Something was different than the pots over fire that her dad used to use. This was more subtle, no smoky smells or anything. Mixed with a separate aroma... A sort of fiery smell, but not like the outdoor fires she was used to. Did Damien use a different kind of fire when he was cooking indoors? Following her nose, it didn't take Roxy long to find the kitchen where Damien was adding the noodles. That's when she saw it. A calm blue flame, coming out of metal. A very different fire than what she was used to. No wonder it smelled so different. Wait, that it! It was a faint smell similar to those outdoor wells! Is this what those were for? Didn't matter, her mind was on whatever was in the pan. End of part 1. I'm planning a thorough desperation event in part 2. I tried mixing desperation with the ride home, but the whole desperation in the car theme didn't make much sense, as I intentionally portrayed Roxy as not understanding these car things, and how she was so deeply invested in everything that was happening at the moment. It seemed like it would ruin that if I had her start a conversation about desperation while in the car. Also, I didn't want to have to choreograph a wetting scene outside in the city, and I'm not going to make her wet inside the car.

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

I’m a fan fiction writer and I want to draw but I have no idea what to do so send suggestions! What are your favorite tropes and why? What are your favorite poses? What is something new I could try? I need inspiration. I tagged some stuff I already like (I like more but that’s all I had room for but I’m honestly down to experiment with anything)

This has been the year where i started really enjoying taking pics, and exploring my self more than ever before. To people who like my pictures thank you! It contains mostly soggy padded pictures, but all sorts of stuff from different outfits, panties, skirts, dresses, to the most embarrassing positions! but here we go! every image yui took in 2022 combined! Ennnnjoyyyyy!!!!!

Hey, all! 😄 I'm back with another story, since Desperate Dog is over. 😛 It will be a story, mostly, of extreme desperation! (I know, big shock! :O) But there will be some other fetishes included too, though not nearly as prominent, to the point where you might not even catch some of them. 😜 Along with this goes a simple concept: a bunch of girls (starting with just one and finding the others later, Mojique style) have to traverse through an RPG world while constantly bursting to piss, because of a new yellow-skinned succubus who has taken over the land, who instead of from people loving each other, gets her power from people peeing, so the key to defeating her is to keep her weak by holding as much of it in as possible. This will be accompanied by things like inventories, meters to say what each girl is feeling, traits, powers, maybe even achievements. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I AM crazy for thinking this is gonna work. But I'm gonna try it anyway! 😄 So, I'd like to make a girl for this to start things off. Let's go even crazier and make this like a typical RPG-style character creator. :3 So go ahead and pick one for each of these, and I'll go with the most common choices for them (Choosing the one I like more if it's a tie), and pick a name that I like from among the suggested ones. Character Name: Race: Human | Neko | Furry | Elf | Dwarf | Lizardgirl Age: 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 Chest Size: Flat | A | B | C | D | DD | E | F+ Skin Colour: Very Pale | Pale | Fair | Olive | Tan | Dark | Very Dark Hair Colour: Black | Brown | Blonde | Red | Silver | Purple | Blue | Green | Pink Eye Colour: Brown | Green | Blue | Red | Purple | Yellow | Silver Personality Trait: Bubbly | Shy | Brave | Kinky | Modest | Nerdy | Tsundere (Seems mean but isn't) Class: Barbarian | Ranger | Mage | Rogue | Paladin | Monk Bladder Size: Tiny | Small | Medium | Large | Huge Starting Gear: None | Little | Some | Lots I know, that's a lot of categories for you to fill in, I promise not all the parts will be like this. 😛 Once we've picked a girl, she'll start on her adventure! ^-^ Not all character creation parts will be like this either, a lot of the girls will have multiple things about them decided already. I just wanted to make this first one really involved so it'll feel like you guys really "made" these characters, so you can hopefully connect to them a bit more (and also to help with "Personality Trait", BTW, doesn't mean that will be her entire personality, it just means which of those traits would you like to give her. Also, 'modest' is different from 'shy'. 'Shy' implies she's hesitant about talking to people, 'modest' implies she's really reserved about things like nudity and other such personal things. If you have any questions for me about this that I haven't already answered in this first post, please don't hesitate to ask! 🙂 Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy this one as much as you seemed to enjoy the last one. That was really overwhelming and nice to hear, you all rock. ❤️

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