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  1. Version 0.5

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    This game requires the RPG Maker VX Ace Run Time Package. Download here: https://www.rpgmakerweb.com/run-time-package A quasi-machine translated version of Eternal World. "Quasi" as in I ran the text through three separate translation sites and tried my best to make the translations coherent. If you catch any errors or stuff I missed, do let me know and I'll try to fix it as soon as I can. Sadly, the developer stopped working on this game a while back, so this demo is the most we're going to see. That said, there is a surprising amount of content in it. Some features of the game include: Party members' sprites change as their need to pee grows. These changes are visible both in battle and in the overworld. Walking speed is affected by this as well. Party members become less effective in combat as their need to pee grows, but they gain immunity to status effects. Unlike some other omo RPGs I've seen, having an accident doesn't hinder them, but prevents them from gaining experience. Bathrooms are usable, but there's a chance they may be occupied or otherwise out-of-order when you try to use them with a cute event scene. Underwear give bonuses when worn, but these bonuses become penalties when they're wet. Every time you gain a new party member, you're given two extra pairs of panties: The pair the party member comes equipped with, and an extra pair that is silently added to the inventory. Original file here:
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  2. Greetings! Just another longtime lurker account that’s decided to chuck another interactive story into the mix. Long story short, I want to get in the habit of writing more frequently, so having to do a new update to this story every few days is a good start. So here’s the pitch: this is going to be a typical Fantasy/RPG style sandbox where you play as a mostly invisible sprite whose main goal is to nudge various denizens into various pee desperation situations, if the dice falls in your favor. I plan to keep this story pretty lighthearted and casual, any violence will be kept at a PG-13ish level, but I do expect explicit sexual content to come up. In terms of kink content, there will be furry or nonhuman characters (beastmen, kobolds, etc), explicit sexual content related to peeing, occasional diapers, and a hard no on any messing. I’ll have both male and female targets available to choose, but probably skewed more towards woman. I’ll get more into how the typical voting is going to be work once our first target is selected. For now, let us begin: ------------------------------------------------------------------- High among the snow-capped peaks scraping the roof of the world, far past where even the mighty griffons made their nests, lies a small crevasse in a cliff face. If an adventurer were to brave the blistering winds and freezing cold to slip inside, they would eventually come across a small chamber hewn deep into the mountain. Lit only by a few patches of luminous moss, an intricately carved marble statue stands proudly in the middle of the tiny room, all but completely hidden from the world at large. The subject depicted is a human woman of indeterminate age and long flowing hair, rendered completely nude. Oddly enough, the statue appears to be in some measure of distress, her legs tightly intertwined and her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her hands are cupped around an immense bowl, hoisting it far above her head as if offering it to the very heavens. Drip…. A droplet of water, one of the few to propagate down this far from the melting snow above, detaches from the ceiling to land in the center of the proffered bowl. After an untold number of years, the water slowly begins to accumulate within, neither evaporating or freezing due to some intricately weaved spell work imparted by the original sculptor. Drop by drop, the pool of water nears the cusp of the bowl. Drip…. Drip…. Drip….Drip…. Suddenly, there is an audible click and a soft hum as a long awaited threshold is finally reached. The accumulated water in the bowl begins to drain, flowing down into the statue through previously concealed channels. The statue’s expression imperceptibly shifts to one of relief and a moment later the water burst forth once more from the barely visible slit nestled between her clenched thighs. Now tinted a pale yellow and rushing out with far more force than gravity could have provided, the water steams down the statue’s legs and begins to pool around her dancing feet and pedestal. The flood continues uninterrupted for several minutes as a loud hiss continues to fill the cavern. It was from this liberating release that you first became aware of yourself. Nothing more than a small mote of light rising from the still warm puddle, you quickly take stock of your new found surroundings. Your various streams of consciousness clash against each other, dozens of individual voices all clamoring to do something different. You focus in on what your voices do agree on. You are a sprite, a being of pure magic formed from devout worship to one of the many deities of the realm to serve on the mortal plane. And the god you were birthed of was…. It was…. “Oh! Hello there little one.” Startled, you reform into a unified consciousness and quickly scan around the empty chamber. To your mild alarm, it’s the statue itself that’s speaking to you, the head and neck now animated as seamlessly as if it were born of flesh and blood. You draw back and the statue’s expression immediately shifts to one of concern. “W-Wait, don’t leave!” She cried out and you float to a stop near the exit of the chamber. “I mean you no harm! It’s… just been a long time since I’ve had need to commune on this plane of existence.” She finishes sheepishly. Drifting closer, your many thoughts agree that you only sense a warmth and affection from the statue, something which you find yourself eager to reciprocate. Giving you a warm smile, the statue clears her throat. “While it may look like you caught me in an awkward situation,” she smirks with a nod to the expansive yellow puddle covering the cave floor. “I assure you I am right at home in these situation. I am the goddess Omoania, one of the lesser… no, minor….” Omoania scowls and finally rolls her marble eyes. “Fine. One of the many tiny deities that springs from the goddess of lust. I am the goddess of the full bladder, and the purveyor of many an accident.” You bob up and down in appreciation nonetheless, perfectly content no matter what your overlord’s standing in the pantheon is. Encouraged, Omoania allows herself a small smile. “Well, I mean it’s not as though I don’t have some followers. Especially when you consider how well made this altar is.” She pauses, giving herself a few moments to appreciate her own naked form. “But now I have you!” Her attention snapped back to you and you vibrate excitedly in response. “I’ve never had a sprite in the mortal plane before, I can’t wait to see what mischief I can get up to now. So heed my words closely, my little squirt. It is my wish that you embark out into the world and find subjects to gift me boons.” She gives another knowing look to the puddle below here. “The fuller, the better. Although I will be sure to reward you for encouraging any type of deviant behavior to their peeing habits.” You give another excited buzz, eager to fulfill Omoania’s wishes. Which you should be able to do by…. What were your spritely powers exactly? “Oh right, sorry. I’m a bit new to this.” Omoania winks at you and you suddenly feel new power infusing your ethereal form. You Gained 3 Skill Points! “Spend those boons however you wish.” Omoania nods at you. “I’ll be sure to pass on any more that I accumulate from altars like this one, it’s not like you have any completion for them at the moment. Though I expect the boons created through your actions will soon eclipse what the alters can offer. Remember, so long as they’re an intelligent and sentient creature, they can gift boons to me. Monsters, adventurers, demons, royalty…. I do tend to like a bit of variety.” She giggles. “But I can see you are eager to prove yourself, so I will not keep you any longer. You will need to return to one of these altars before long to regain your strength, but you should still have abundant time to pursue your chosen target. We will speak again soon my little squirt.” Giving you one last radiant smile, the statue returns to its previously innate state, now with a content smirk plastered on the woman’s face. Zooming through the narrow crevasse, you soon find yourself atop an expansive cliff face, the whole world sprawling out before you. The boons of Omoania still sit unspent inside your being, ready to strengthen your ability to influence the physical world. Reaching out with your senses, you detect at least three nearby locations with high mana concentrations. Surely one of those will have creatures that you can entice into giving boons to Omoania. You can’t wait to set out! ------------------------------------------------------------------- You have 3 Unspent Skill Point, choose attributes and abilities to level up. Skill points may be saved until later, but you may only level up at an altar of Omoania. Attributes – The sprite equivalence of basic stats. Leveling an attribute will make actions based in that attribute 5% more likely to be successful. Leveling attributes will also unlock new basic actions that can be performed on targets. Each successive level will require one additional skill point to achieve. Charisma – While a majority of sprites prefer to stay invisible and silent, your duties may be aided by directly communicating with your targets. You will speak to them as telepathic voice in their head, which they can sense and respond to. Charisma actions include using this method of communication to deceive, build rapport, and persuade targets to do actions they normally wouldn’t consider. Current Level: 0 Current Charisma Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Charisma action unlocked at Level 2 Conjuration – Through immense concentration, sprites can use their mana to cast minor spells to affect the physical world. Spells cast in such a manner primary focus on nearby inanimate objects as they cannot affect living creatures. Conjure actions include spilling a drink, tripping someone up, or holding a door shut for a short period of time. Current Level: 0 Current Conjure Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Conjure Action unlocked at Level 2 Influence – Sprites that deal more closely with living creatures are born with a more innate sense of the body and can influence various biological processes or reflexes. Influence actions include causing a target to feel thirsty, change their perception of ambient temperature, and even causing them to become aroused. Current Level: 0 Current Influence Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Influence Action unlocked at Level 2 Abilities – As a sprite in service to the goddess Omoania, you can tap into more unique spells that belong to her domain. Spending skill points on abilities will unlock and improve their functionality for your expeditions. These abilities can only be cast a few times per expedition, so use them wisely. All ability charges will be refreshed whenever you return to an altar of Omoania. New abilities as well as upgrades for the existing abilities will be unlocked as you gains boons from Omoania and spend time in the world. Bladder Ping – The most basic of Omoania’s gifts, this ability will allow you to approximate how full the bladder of your target is. Upgrades include addition charges per expedition, more accurate scanning, and the ability to ping nearby non-target individuals. Current Ability Level: 0 Current Ability Effect: None Ability Level Up Effects: Grants the Bladder Ping ability. The Bladder Ping is usable once per expedition and will tell you your target’s bladder level, rounded down to the nearest 10%. Skill Points Required to Level Up: 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------- From your vantage point, you can spot three different locations that look promising. You’re sure to find several likely targets at each location, but your various streams of consciousness will have to decide on where to go. Option A: Mountain Cave Dungeon At the base of the peaks sits a yawning cave that exudes menace. While the stench of undeath lingers heavily around here, the feel of the cave’s mana also promises many living creatures that call this place their home. High Monster Population, Low Adventurer Population Option B: Lush Pine Forest A little farther out sits a blooming emerald green forest. The area practically glows with both life and mana, showing a large variety in possible targets. Several major roads also meander through the area, a sure sign on many convoys and their protectors passing through regularly. Equal Populations of Monsters and Adventurers Option C: River Town At the edge of the forest’s influence sits a quaint yet bustling town set along the shores of a winding river. While small when compared to a proper city, a junction of several cross roads as well as numerous river boats promise that this is a busy thoroughfare. A prominent Adventure’s Guild outpost guarantees the peace, but there are always those that will look to encroach on the civilization. Low Monster Population, High Adventurer Population ------------------------------------------------------------------- Whew, that should do it for the first post. Vote below for your level up and location choices, you have enough starting skill points to get any attribute to level 2, or spread the points out how you see fit. Once a setting for the expedition is voted on, I’ll lay out several possible targets to pick from in the next post. Tie-breakers will be decided through a coin flip. Voting will close on September 8th, at 8PM US Eastern Time, with the new update hopefully being a day or two later. Thanks for reading!
  3. This was a commission I wrote a bit ago; figured folks here might enjoy it! TW// Extreme/multi-day holding, and some light yuri smut at the end! You've been notified. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Princess Iselle’s heart pounded in her chest as she was roughly corralled down the narrow stone steps of the dingy, drafty dungeon. As the heir to the throne of the powerful nation of Callimore, she normally didn't scare easily...but right now, she was terrified. Here she was, being led to Lord knows where by goodness knows who, intending to use her as leverage, assumedly against her father. She replayed his warning from just that morning in her head, how he’d told her to keep clear of the river bordering the Deeplands...But she’d taken her horse to graze there anyway, figuring he was just being overprotective, and a ride along the plains was the perfect way to celebrate her 21st birthday. So caught up was she with her excursion, she hadn’t even seen the mercenaries descend from the trees. Before she knew it, she’d been brought before the Captain of the Yarthian Scout Guard and sentenced to this dungeon. She was dirty, hungry, and not to mention she felt an acute need to pee, having not relieved herself since before leaving the castle that morning. Iselle took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She did her best to keep her path straight, but becoming suddenly aware of her full bladder caused her gait to be slow and stunted. She yelped as she felt one of the guards’ shove her from behind. "Keep moving, wench…” He growled. Iselle bit her lip, her eyes flitting around the dark stone walls as she tried to comply...but just as they reached the bottom, her foot caught on the hem of her gown and she pitched forward with a yelp, landing hard on the cold, damp floor. She nearly felt a squirt escape her, but she managed to avoid an incident as she struggled upright. One of the guard’s chuckled. “Some Princess, ain’t yeh s’posed to be all noble and dignified? Don’t look very fancy, sittin’ on yer arse, heh heh…” “Shut up, Briard…” The other guard muttered. “Get her up, gotta keep her clean as possible…” She yelped again as she was roughly hauled to her feet, wincing as the action acted upon her bladder. The guard plucked a torch from a nearby sconce and stepped forward, illuminating a large iron cell strewn with hay and dried streaks of...something. Iselle quickly began telling herself it wasn’t blood, even as her stomach turned at the sight of the dark crimson stains. The guard pulled a key off his belt, unlocking the door and pulling it open with a rusty *creeeeakkk*. Iselle barely had time to squeak before she was shoved inside and the door pulled shut behind her. “Nighty-night, Princess…” He cackled, already turning towards the stairs once more. Iselle whirled around, hurrying up to the bars. “W-wait, I’ve...I’ve got to powder my nose! S-surely you lot have a space for a lady to relieve herself?” The guard turned back to her, smirking and nodding at an iron chamber pot next in the corner of the cell. “Happy weeing, poppet.” He cackled, heading back up the stairs and shutting the dungeon door behind them. The Princess blinked, turning to the fetid receptacle and wrinkling her nose. She could hardly believe they wanted her to use such a disgusting pot… but the more she looked at it, the fuller her bladder felt...her stocking-clad thighs had already started to rub against each other. After a moment more of debate, she figured it was best to prioritize comfort over pride. Shuffling over to the pot, she lifted up her skirts and squatted over it. Her stream started a moment later, splattering wetly into the iron vessel. Iselle stood there for the duration of her pee, shutting her eyes tight and trying to ignore the acrid scent wafting up from within the grimy pot. No sooner had she finished and moved herself off of the pot than a voice startled her. “Careful...they don’t empty that but once a day…” Iselle nearly jumped out of her skin as she whirled around, spying a large black mass in the corner that let her know she wasn’t alone. She slunk down in the corner, her eyes glued to the large shape that had begun to move, getting up...and up, and up. Iselle had to crane her neck to look at the hulking shadow now staring down at her. Fear, hot and sticky, crept up Iselle’s spine as the figure stepped into the torchlight… To her surprise, it was a woman. A large, broad, muscular woman, but a woman nonetheless. She was dressed rather ruggedly, in naught but a leather tunic, dark roughspun trousers and a pair of boots that may have been loose even on Iselle’s mountain of a father. Her arms were bare, rippling with muscle all the way down to the wrists that were shackled to the floor. Her skin was the color of warm tea, a rich bronze-brown that let Iselle know she was not native to this land. Her dark teak hair was tied in a simple braid that ran down her back, and a pair of intelligent, piercing amber eyes stared down at the Princess coldly. Had Iselle not been so frightened, she would’ve thought the woman quite beautiful. “Well?” The woman snarled, causing Iselle to start. “What’re yeh starin’ at? Never seen an Essidian before?” Iselle still didn’t speak, confusion and fear gripping her throat. After a moment, she managed to recover enough of her faculties to respond. “P-please don’t hurt me…” She whimpered, her voice shaky and thin. “I-I-I mean you no harm…” The woman scoffed. “Hmph, I’m sure yeh don’t.” She murmured, rolling her shoulders. With that, she moved towards the cell door, peeking out into the deserted main holding area. She stood there for long enough that Iselle began wondering if she was soft in the head. Finally, after ten minutes of the woman staring out into space, Iselle’s curiosity overpowered her fear. “...What are you doing?” She asked. The amazon huffed, glaring back at the girl. “My business. None of yours.” Iselle pursed her lips, but she didn’t press the issue. A couple more moments, and a grin split the warrior woman’s face. Iselle didn’t know what was going on, but she appeared to have achieved her objective. She brought her hands together, pressing her thumb into the base of her thumb on the other hand. She took a deep breath and jammed downward, causing the thumb to dislocate with a sickening *pop* and making Iselle flinch. The woman grunted in discomfort, but she set to work slowly pulling her hand out of the shackle, moving the joint back into place, and repeating the process with her other hand. Within moments, the shackles were clattering uselessly to the ground as the woman rubbed her wrists. “Blimey, those chafed…” She muttered as she strode back over to the cell doors, popping her thumbs back into their sockets as she did so. Iselle watched, dumbfounded as the woman inexplicably freed herself from her restraints. “W-wait, what are you doing?” The woman turned back to her with glare. “Escaping, fuck’s it look like. And unless you want me to snap your pretty little neck here and now, you’ll keep mum about it.” She hissed as she reached into her bosom and pulled out a thin bit of metal that she began working in the lock. Iselle bit her lip, looking around the cell before back at the warrior woman. “...Take me with you!” The woman scoffed. “Yeah, don’t think so.” Izelle didn’t relent, wringing her hands as she strode towards the woman. “Please, I’ll do anything! I’ll-” “I don’t want nuffin t’ do with some powdered high-born doily. I were you, I’d be grateful; they coulda stuck you in a cell with some slavering bloke who ain’t had a shag in months… the things a brute like that would do to a pretty little thing like you…” She murmured, her mouth curling up in a menacing grin before she turned back to the lock. Iselle paled at the woman’s implications, but she still set her jaw. “I beg your pardon! I am not a doily! I’ll have you know that I-” “Can you hunt?” The woman interrupted, still working the lock. Iselle frowned. “Erm...no…” “Can yeh fight?” “Well, not really…” “Sail?” “No…” “Set traps?” “No.” “Then it's settled. You’re dead weight, and dead weight gets left behind.” The woman murmured, grinning as the metal finally picked through the lock. Iselle’s mind raced...this was likely her only chance to get free of this awful place, she had to keep trying. What could she offer? She had no money on her, only her dress, her family ring, her shoes, her- wait, the ring! “W-wait!” She yelped, quickly slipping the gold band with the amethyst stone set inside. “I-I have my family’s ring! It’s yours if you take me with you!” The amazon woman chuckled. “So yeh know how to barter. Good, wouldn’t want those fancy lessons from whatever ivory tower yeh trotted out of to go to waste.” Iselle pursed her lips. “The ring is pure gold, and the stone’s amethyst. It’s worth a fortune, I promise…” The woman rolled her eyes, turning back towards the Princess. “Listen, pup, it’s gonna take more than a fancy bauble to-” Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes fixating on the small circlet. She strode over to the Princess, plucking the ring from her hand. “...This is the crest of the Royal House of Callimore.” She muttered, looking back up at the Princess. “Where th’ hell’d you get this!?” The girl swallowed. “M-my father, King Adais…” The woman continued to stare at the girl. “Euna’s sloshers, yeh ain’t just some nobleman’s doe-eyed sac-seed...you’re the fuckin’ Princess…” Iselle nodded, drawing herself up a bit. “Princess Iselle Averescu, heir apparent to the throne of Callimore, High Regent of-” “Shut it, kid, I’m trying to think…” the woman muttered, her eyes cast towards the ground. The Princess watched her on tenterhooks, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment. Finally, the woman sighed, turning back to the Princess. “Yeh follow my directions exactly, without question. If’n I tell yeh to do something, you do it immediately, and if I fer one second think yer gonna get me killed, I’m leavin’ yeh behind, got it?” Iselle couldn’t help the relieved grin that spread across her face. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” She exclaimed, rushing towards the woman with her arms outstretched, just to be stopped by a hand on her face, keeping her at length. “And don’t fuckin’ touch me.” “Yeff ma’am…” Iselle murmured around the hand. ~ The warrior woman swung the door out quickly, catching it before it could creak. She beckoned Iselle forward, the two of them tiptoeing across the dungeon and back over to the stairs. Iselle couldn’t help but notice that her rescuer was incredibly light on her feet for one so large. She managed to get up the creaky stairs and through the prison door with hardly a sound, plucking another torch from the long hallway separating the dungeon from the rest of the castle. She took a moment to listen at the door, and after surmising there was no one nearby, she turned back to Iselle. “Follow me, and move exactly how I do.” Iselle nodded in understanding, following the woman through the door and into another narrow corridor leading into a large, dusty storeroom of sorts, littered with rope, old lanterns, rusty weapons and all other manner of junk. The woman grabbed a rope and an old iron throwing axe before moving to the other corner and stooping over. Iselle assumed it was to get more supplies, but when the woman straightened back up, she had a wineskin full of mulled mead in her hand. She grinned, popped off the top and upended it into her mouth, drinking greedily. Iselle watched in disbelief at the woman partaking in so cavalier an act in the midst of their escape. “Erm...what’re you-” She was silenced by the woman holding up a finger, still drinking. After another second or so, she’d drained the entire skin, pulling her mouth away from it with a wet *pop*. “Ahhh...fuckin’ hits the spot… Alright.” She murmured, stifling a burp and attaching the wineskin to her hip before pushing open the door leading out to the grounds. The air was cool and damp, similar to the dungeon, but much fresher and cleaner. The moon was full, casting a pale silvery glow over the entire courtyard that, oddly but thankfully, appeared to be abandoned, save for a lone guard snoozing against a log near the base of the wall. “Where is everyone?” Iselle whispered as they stole across the cobbled stone. “Drinking their arses off at the Festus, no doubt.” The woman huffed. “They think they’re so good at breaking down their prisoners that they don’t think they need to be watched, even on nights like this.” Iselle frowned. “Break...them down? What do you mean?” The woman suddenly clammed up, setting her jaw. “...No more questions.” She muttered. “Follow me.” The pair hurried to the outer wall where, true to theory, there was a spot in which the watchtower was at an angle such to render this particular section of the wall virtually invisible. The woman took the liberty of relieving the sleeping guard of his cutlass and coinpurse, smirking at Iselle’s disgruntled expression. “We need ‘em more’n he does.” She muttered as she tied the rope to the other end of the throwing axe, spun it a few times, and lobbed it over the stone border. It caught on the other side, and after a few tugs, the woman moved back over to the wall and started pulling herself up. The Princess’s eyes widened as she saw the amazon woman deftly scale the wall, her mouth slightly open in awe. The woman hoisted herself over the other side before turning and looking down at Iselle. “Alright, come on up.” The Princess wanted to protest, but she knew the longer she delayed, the more chance there was of her being caught and thrown back in that cell...or worse. Besides, she had to prove she wasn’t *completely* useless... Swallowing, she hurried over the rope, grabbed hold, and began climbing. Halfway up, her arms began to burn, but she gritted her teeth and powered through it until she reached the top. She pulled herself over the edge and dropped down next to the woman, who was now stood with her arms crossed. “Hmph...bout time.” She huffed. “Now, just one more thing…” Iselle watched as the woman strode over to the wall, and to her surprise, tugged down on her trousers, revealing her bare, toned ass to the moonlight. The Princess’s eyes widened as the woman spread her legs somewhat, angled her hips, and began pissing full force against the base of the wall, letting out a contented sigh as she did so. Iselle merely stared, open-mouthed, as her rescuer absolutely soaked the stone base in her urine. By the force of the stream and the strong scent, she must’ve been quite full up. After nearly 2 minutes, the woman cut off her stream, tucking herself back into her trousers. “Hmmm...there we go. Much better.” Iselle reddened as the woman turned back around and strode past her into the night. “W-what do you think you’re doing!?” The woman didn’t stop. “Pissing, what’s it look like?” The Princess’s blush deepened. “B-but we’re...we’re outside! Why didn’t you just g-go in the pot in the cell?” At this, the woman scowled. “We can either stand here’n yap about me pissin’ habits, or we can get to freedom. I’d rather do the latter, wouldn’t you?” The Princess opened her mouth as if to say something else, but she thought better of it. Instead, she merely nodded and hurried after the woman as they headed off into the night. ~~ They’d only been walking for twenty minutes when Iselle knew this was going to be rough going. She’d already tripped twice, torn her gown on some brambles, stumbled face-first into a branch and accidentally stepped in something rotten and foul-smelling that made her eyes sting. “Oy…” The amazonian woman huffed, turning and glowering at Iselle. “Watch your fuckin’ step, will yeh? Thrashin’ into everything, s’wonder the whole forest can’t hear yeh.” Iselle swallowed, hiking up her skirts as she hurried after the woman. “I-I’m trying! If you could perhaps slow down a little-” “The moon’s gonna be settin’ soon, and if we don’t make it to the creek before it goes behind the clouds, it’ll just be us and the wolves. We keep moving.” The woman interrupted, continuing on her quick stride. Iselle pursed her lips, but she continued hurrying after the woman, trying her best to step more carefully. “If we’re in such a hurry, I might ask why we stopped for you to have a spot of mead and...and...that thing you did on the wall…” Iselle huffed, blushing. The woman continued her long stride, though her scowl deepened. “Yer one sheltered brat, aren’t yeh? Don’t know nuffin’ about nuffin’.” Iselle set her jaw. “I know enough to know that drinking isn’t a priority when one is trying to escape captivity!” The woman suddenly stopped, turning and rounding on the Princess, her eyes glaring the smaller monarch down. “Listen, I know an uppity spoiled little harridan like yerself prob’ly ain’t been in a lot of prisons, but Yarth is special. Got all sorts o’ ways of keepin’ their prize prisoners in line...prisoners like me.” Iselle blinked. “...What do you mean?” The woman crossed her arms. “Ever heard of a Yarthian scenthound?” At the look of confusion on the girl’s face, the woman scoffed. “Thought not. Special breed o’ trackin’ hound...but instead of a person’s scent, they sniff out their excretions….namely, piss. More specifically, my piss.” Iselle balked, appalled at such a crude and ridiculous notion. “They...they track your…?” She swallowed. The woman leveled her gaze. “Yep. S’why I pissed on the wall. That should have their hounds goin’ in circles for a while, gives us extra time. ‘Sides, I needed a good slash ‘fore we got goin’.” She smirked at Iselle’s dumbfounded expression before cracking her neck. “Awright, lesson’s over, c’mon.” She muttered, turning and taking up her long stride once again. Iselle blinked, picking up her skirts again and hurrying after the woman. “W-wait, does that mean as soon as we relieve ourselves, they’ll find us?” “If I do, yeh. They probably didn’t bother their hounds with a scrawny little thing like you, anyone who looks at yeh could tell you wouldn’t last an hour on your own.” Iselle wrinkled in her nose in indignation, but she didn’t bother trying to contradict the surly amazon...at least, not right now. “So how are you going to keep them from...you know...catching your scent?” “By holding it.” The woman replied nonchalantly, pushing a large branch out of the way and stepping through the opening it made. Iselle frowned. “Holding it? The...the whole time?” At this, the amazon woman turned. “Yeh sound surprised.” The Princess raised her eyebrow, curling her lip. “Well...yes! You’re talking about simply...not peeing! For...for over a day!” The woman huffed. “When yeh been living the life I have, yeh tend to build up a certain tolerance for discomfort. Now, keep moving.” The Princess could hardly believe it. Surely the woman couldn’t be serious about simply abstaining from relieving herself for the duration of their journey? Her bladder couldn’t be that strong...could it?” Iselle found herself suddenly idly imagining the cavernous organ contained behind the amazon woman’s toned, bronzed abdomen, swelling with piss, unable to escape...held back by a shaking, trembling- Iselle quickly shook her head of the intrusive thoughts, her cheeks coloring as she hurried after the woman once again. ~~~ They walked for another half hour or so, and Iselle actually managed to keep pace pretty well...or rather, she didn’t get any more gripes from her stalwart guide about bumping into things. As the trees began to thin, a strange sound began to tickle at Iselle’s ears… a sound she soon recognized to be running water. They broke the treeline and came upon a middling stream, carving a border between the outskirts of Yarth and the Deeplands. The moonlight reflected off the flowing waters, making them appear almost silvery as they gurgled and churned their way downstream. The woman made her way to the bank, kneeling and uncorking her wineskin before dipping it into the river, letting it fill with water. The Princess watched with surprise as the woman lifted the now full waterskin to her lips, drank the whole thing, and then stuck her hand back into the stream to refill it. She repeated this process a few times, having drunk maybe 3 skins full before finally filling it one last time and reattaching it to her belt. “Hey, wait!” The Princess huffed, shuffling down to the woman. “If those dogs can find you by your...excretions, then perhaps you shouldn’t drink so much...” The woman wiped her mouth, shooting Iselle a glare. “Come.” She muttered simply, getting to her feet and starting along the banks of the stream. ~~ They continued on for another hour, and Iselle was beginning to grow tired. Granted, the going along the banks was much faster, what with the even ground and the light of the moon to guide them, but it still felt as though they were walking towards nothing. In order to take her mind off her sore feet, Iselle cleared her throat. “Might I at least learn the name of my sterling rescuer?” “Nope.” The woman murmured, stepping over a rotted log that Iselle had to clamber over. The Princess huffed. “Why not? If we’re going to be traveling together, we may as well at least be cordial-” “The less folks know about me, pup, the better.” The woman growled. “We’re not friends, we’re not comrades, hell, we’re not even acquaintances.” Iselle frowned. “But sure my father will want to know the name of the brave soul who-” “Brave nuffin’. I said I’d get you out, I’ve no interest in becomin’ one o’ yer little prissy posh friends.” Iselle huffed indignantly. “Goodness, are you always so unpleasant?” The woman snorted. “Niceness never paid for nothin’, pup, and it don’t help you survive. When the world is mean, you gotta be mean back, savvy?” Iselle frowned at the brusque reasoning, but she didn’t challenge it. “...Will you at least tell me where we’re going?” She called. At this, the woman turned again, glaring at the girl. “I told yeh t’ fuckin’ keep it down, didn’t I?” Iselle closed her mouth, scowling… but as her gaze idled towards the stream, so did her thoughts return to the multiple skins of water the woman had downed...all without the intention to let it out once nature had run its course, apparently. Try as she might, Iselle couldn’t stop thinking about it… Having grown up around stately duchesses and Ladies who would attend meetings and events all day without even a hope of a privy, Iselle had developed a...shall we say, fascination with women with extraordinary capacities. She’d find herself in her father’s audience chambers, watching as the court scribe dutifully copied down the proceedings of the meeting, having been there since dawn and drained the tea pot next to them thrice as they wiggled around trying to keep a lid on their own “teapot”, or seeing the Mistress of Treasury sit through long-winded reports about the state of the nation’s finances, drinking all the time to combat the summer afternoon heat... Iselle would have no idea of just how swollen and full the bladders of those women had become until she saw them afterwards, surreptitiously rubbing their stocking-clad thighs together as they fought to keep the entire day’s worth of piss held back as they were plumbed with questions or directives from her oblivious father… Her illicit nostalgic musings were interrupted as the warrior woman suddenly stopped, causing Iselle to walk headfirst into her back. “Watch it!” The woman hissed, turning her head round to glare at the girl. “We’ll make camp here for the night and make the bridge tomorrow.” Iselle blinked, unsure if she’d heard the woman correctly. “W- here?” She asked incredulously. The woman huffed again. “If’n that’s too lowborn for yer soft little arse, feel free t’ try your luck with the forest.” She muttered before starting back towards the stream again. Iselle watched her go, looking down at the woman and then back up at the forest, now looking particularly menacing as a black mass of gnarled trees stretching all the way down the bank, containing all manner of nastiness. Swallowing, she simply sat down on a rock and hugged her knees to her chest whilst the woman gathered firewood, shivering a bit in the cool night air. The amazon returned a few moments later, carrying large piles of lumber on each broad shoulder and setting them down on the little patch of ground they’d cleared off next to the stream. Iselle watched the woman strike a stone against the axe she’d taken, producing sparks that set the tinder alight. Once the fire was burning nicely, the woman took out her water skin, and once again, drained it of all its contents. Like before, Iselle could not help but imagine where all that water was going, but she knew better than to implore the woman to slow down. Perhaps she had been lying about the scenthounds...it was a rather ridiculous notion, after all; dogs who are trained to track urine? What a tale… Or maybe, she really was planning to just hold it in, the whole time… Iselle watched as the woman went back down to the stream to refill her skin before coming back up, dragging a rock over, and laying down with her head against it. “Here.” She murmured, tossing the girl the skin. “Best keep hydrated, ‘specially out here.” The girl frowned, looking down at the rather rustic-looking waterskin. After a glance back up at the woman, she uncorked it and tipped the skin back over her mouth, taking care not to touch it to her lips. The water was cool and clear, and as she drank, Iselle realized how thirsty she was. Before she knew it, she’d drained the whole thing, and when she handed it back to the woman, it was with an apologetic grimace. The woman merely huffed, snatching it back and reattaching it to her hip before crossing her burly arms. “Just go to sleep. We leave at dawn.” ~~~ Unsurprisingly, Iselle had a tough time getting to sleep. Her traveling partner was clearly accustomed to such spartan surroundings, having fallen asleep within moments, but Iselle simply could not get comfortable on the hard ground with only a stone for a pillow. When at last she did manage to doze off, it felt like she’d closed her eyes for a mere few minutes before she found herself shaken awake, and aware of two things. One, her grumbling stomach alerted her to the fact that she hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, and two, her bladder hadn’t been emptied since the pot last night. “Rise n’ shine, pup, day’s awastin’. We got a lot of ground to cover, and I ain’t keen on stayin’ in this forest another night.” Iselle sat up, rubbing one of her eyes and nursing a strange stiffness in her neck. The woman had clearly been up for a while; Iselle could see the remnants of a cooking fire, and a smattering of fish bones around the pit...and in front of her were two of what she assumed were those same fish. “Eat up…” The woman murmured, already drinking deeply from her waterskin again. Iselle once again was forced to imagine where that liquid was going...if the woman was telling the truth about those scenthounds, she was going to have to keep it corked up, all day… goodness, she’d certainly be bursting by the time they reached the castle. Iselle felt a shiver go up her spine just thinking about it… “Oy, Princess.” The woman huffed, interrupting the Princess’s thoughts once again. “Eat. Yeh need yer strength, I’m sure as hell not gonna be carryin’ yeh all day.” The Princess swallowed, nodding and looking down towards the whole roasted fish on the spit. She plucked one up, biting into the side as her eyes continued to stay on her stalwart companion. The woman finished off her waterskin, and as she headed back down towards the stream to refill it, the Princess was reminded of her own full “waterskin”… best take care of it now, while they were still at camp. But where? There was virtually no protection from prying eyes near the stream, and she was not keen on simply baring her arse for anyone to see. Perhaps she could simply wait… Just then, she heard the warrior woman’s heavy footfalls behind her, and she turned just in time to see the woman dispose of the last of their spent firewood. “We’re leaving in four minutes… anything needs doin, do it now, cause we’re not stoppin’ till we reach the bridge.” The Princess blinked. “I-you mean we’re simply going to walk all day?” The woman nodded. “Pretty much…Unless yeh forgot we’ve probably got a platoon of Yarthians after us...” Iselle huffed. “Surely you can’t be serious, we can’t just walk the whole day! We’ll need to stop to eat again, at the very least, plus these shoes are certainly not made for-” “Yeh want to get home, don’t yeh?” The woman interrupted, glaring down at the woman. “Sooner we reach that bridge, sooner we’re out o’ range of them scumrot Yarthians, and sooner I don’t have a whiny priss ridin’ me arse.” The Princess pursed her lips again as the woman finished cleaning up their campsite. “Hmph...fine, I am ready now.” “Like hell yeh are. Yeh still ain’t had a mornin’ piss.” The Princess’s nostrils flared in indignation as her cheeks lit up. “Just what do you mean by-” “When I said we ain’t stoppin’, I mean we ain’t stoppin.” The woman huffed. “Not even when yeh start hoppin’ up an’ down, hands buried between them pretty little legs of yours cause yeh didn’t go when yeh had the chance. It’s either here, or down your leg while we’re walkin’. Your choice.” Iselle was constantly surprised by the woman’s crassness, her utter...blatancy about such issues. But she was right… Iselle already felt a decent pressure now. There was no way she’d be able to go all day without relief, and she certainly didn’t plan on weeing on herself like a little waif…With a huff, she swept towards the trees, hoping to at least find a bush or somewhere somewhat secluded. As she popped a squat behind a few shrubs, she wondered what her compatriot must feel, having not even relieved herself since last night on the wall...and having consumed quite a lot since then, for reasons unclear… When Iselle re-emerged, the woman was fastening the stolen sword to her waist, her face looked a little tight...and Iselle might’ve imagined it, but she could’ve sworn she saw a little bit of a bulge forming in the woman’s abdomen. “Finished? Good, we’re already burnin’ daylight.” ~~~ After crossing the stream and into the dappled meadow fields, Iselle took a moment to marvel at just how wild and untamed everything looked. Back in Callimore, they had a dedicated group of gardeners who maintained the plant life around the castle, keeping it trim and tidy in a manner befitting the royal house...but here, where everything was allowed to flourish, unburdened and unbridled...it was its own beauty. Of course, the woman ahead of her didn’t seem to think so, hacking and slashing the low hanging branches out of their way as they went along without so much as a second thought. This was how they spent the entire morning, save for a few pauses where the amazonian woman would refill her waterskin at a running river or clear-looking pond. What happened to “we’re not stoppin’”? The Princess thought sardonically, but she didn’t voice her complaints...she still wasn’t completely certain this towering woman wouldn’t snap her neck if pushed too hard. They made camp again that evening, with the woman catching more fish and drinking more water. Iselle was more than happy to excuse herself for another wee in the woods, but when she came back, she could see a definitely bulge had formed in the woman’s navel. She really was serious about not peeing… part of Iselle looked forward to learning just *how* serious... The next day was the same...hours of walking, and of drinking on the woman’s part...and Iselle might’ve been reading too much into it, but it looked as though her gait were getting stiffer the longer they went on. After a little while longer, they reached their first real halt in the path. A ravine, too wide to jump and too deep to climb down. Iselle frowned, looking up at the woman for a solution, but the woman was already rewinding the rope around the axe. Iselle blinked. “What are you doing?” The woman ignored the princess, continuing to wind the rope and tying it off before swinging and tossing it up to a branch, where it wrapped around and pulled tau. The woman gave it a couple tugs before turning to Iselle. “Grab hold of me.” The Princess reddened. “I...I beg your-” “Shut your yappin’ and grab hold of me, we ain’t got all day.” The woman huffed, taking Iselle’s arm and yanking her close. Iselle yelped as she was pulled, blushing a bit at the amazon’s hand on her waist, but before she could say anything else, the woman took a running leap with her in tow. Iselle had to stifle a scream as they swung across the ravine, now clutching the woman hard around the middle...were she any less terrified, she would’ve enjoyed feeling the hard little bump in the woman’s abdomen; over a gallon of water and not letting it out for two days, it was a wonder she wasn’t pissing her trousers. As they landed on the other side, the woman was laughing, amused by the fright on Iselle’s face. “Heh heh…let’s keep movin’.” ~ The rest of the morning and afternoon was one long walk. Iselle had been careful to drink only enough water to keep hydrated, knowing her companion was unlikely to stop so she could tinkle. Conversely, the woman seemed to drink even more, to the point where Iselle was sure her bladder had to be bursting. And yet, outside of a stiffer walk or a slight abdominal bulge, the woman showed no outward signs of needing a wee...none that Iselle could parse through, anyways. The woman continued hacking her way through the brush, her muscles rippling in her sweat-slicked arms. Iselle found herself staring more than she maybe should’ve, but she couldn’t help the tingle in her core every time she saw the woman’s chiseled back flexing with every swing. Before she knew it, the trees were thinning. They emerged onto a hill that crested into an open knoll, where a little ways away stood an ornate bridgepost, connected to a bridge spanning a ravine even wider than the one they’d swung across. A splashing roar sounded in her ears...this bridge must’ve been built over a river. Iselle approached the woman, who was already peering towards. “What’s this?” The woman looked down, frowning. “Blimey, yeh don’t know anythin’ outside of home, do yeh. That there’s the Endsgate bridge, Princess. Border of Callimore’s just a little ways away on the other side...We should reach it by nightfall.” Iselle felt her heart leap for joy… it hadn’t been the most horrible couple days, but the thought of home was still quite lovely. The woman turned to her. “Settlin’ this here and now. I want gold, up front. Once yer old man pays, I let you go, and not a second before, savvy?” Iselle swallowed, but she nodded. The woman huffed through her nose. “Good. Now, let’s-” “There they are!” A voice called from behind them. Iselle whirled around just in time to see horses burst through the treeline, each topped with an armored man in teal and silver...the colors of Yarth. “Stop right there!” Iselle yelped, turning to the woman. “They’ve found us!? But I thought-” “Shut up and run!” The woman shouted, taking off in a run down the bridge. Iselle bolted after her, running as fast as her legs would carry her. “W-why are we doing this!” She called. “We can’t outrun them forever!” “We don’t need to!” the woman called. “We just need to get across the bridge!” It was coming up...the end of the bridge was getting closer, but so was the brigade behind them, Iselle could hear them closing in. She sprinted even faster...just a little farther… Just then, a flaming arrow sailed overhead, piercing the right bridge post and setting it on fire. Iselle screeched to halt, shielding her face from the heat of the blaze as more and more flaming arrows pierced the bridge, sending more of it up in flames. Slats felt out and into the waters below, and the rope was snapping under the heat and pressure. The bridge pitched and yawned, threatening to collapse completely. The fire crept closer, stranding them in the middle. “W-what do we do now!?” Iselle cried. The amazon woman set her jaw, looking round before looking at Iselle. “Grab hold of me, and don’t let go.” She huffed. Iselle didn’t need telling twice, grappling the woman. “Oy, mercenary!” one of the men called. “Give us the Princess, and your debts and transgressions against the crown of Yarth will be forgiven!” Iselle looked up at the woman, who had clenched her jaw again as Iselle’s arms dug into her ever-filling bladder. “Hold your breath.” She grunted. “What? Why wouldddaaAAAAHHH!” Iselle cried as the woman leapt off the bridge, followed by a hail of arrows. Iselle took a deep breath just before they plunged into the water, shutting her eyes tight and holding on the woman with all her might. Darkness and water swirled around her, getting in her nose, making her cough and take in even more. Her lungs screamed for air, and she felt her head getting hazy...getting...dizzy… ~~~ Iselle awoke with a start, coughing up water and gasping for breath as the woman sat beside her on the riverbank, stoking a fire. She sat up, shivering and freezing as she looked around. “W-what happened? Where are we?” “Bout 50 leagues west of the border.” The woman muttered. “We got swept away in the current, couldn’t pull us out till we got to gentler waters.” Iselle swallowed, still wheezing. “H-how far is that from home?” The woman huffed. Three or four days, give or take.” Iselle swallowed, looking around. She didn’t recognize these woods...but the woman seemed to, even if-” Her eyes widened as they fell upon the arrow shaft sticking out of the woman’s arm. “Y-you’re hurt!” She exclaimed. The woman grunted. “I’m fine.” Iselle swallowed, looking at the arrow. “But...but it could become infected...We need to treat it.” The woman looked at her. “Yeh know how to treat arrow wounds?” Iselle nodded. “As a matter of fact I do. Part of my ‘fancy lessons from my ivory tower’.” She reached down, grabbing the meadskin. “This is going to hurt.” She murmured before grabbing the arrow and slowly pulling it out. The woman grimaced, gritting her teeth, but she didn’t cry out. Once the arrow was free, Iselle tore off a piece of her dress, soaked it in water and began cleaning out the wound. “So...that’s it, then…” The woman looked up. “Eh?” Iselle looked up at her. “Those scenthounds...you’ll pee eventually, and they’ll find us…” The woman huffed, turning back to the fire. “I told you...I’m not gonna let them catch my scent.” Iselle blinked. “But it’s been days-” “-And I’m gonna hold it.” The woman said, cutting the girl off with a glare. “I got plenty of room left, I’ll drink the whole river if I wanna, savvy?” Iselle clammed up. She’d have been delighted in the fact that she’d get to see the woman’s bladder balloon up even more if she wasn’t worried that the woman’s arrogance would get them killed. But, no need to go on being antagonistic now… “Well...erm, thank you, for saving me from the river…” She murmured, continuing to dab at the wound. The woman huffed. “Can’t collect a bounty on a dead princess, can I?” Iselle pursed her lips, continuing to clean the wound. “Even so...it was very brave. And you didn’t give me over to them, either…” The woman huffed again. “Turn you over to those two-bit lowlife scumrot pigs? I’ll take you home with me ‘fore I let them get their hands on you… No woman should have to suffer at the hands of men...yeh deserve better’n that, at least...” Iselle felt a small smile creep onto her lips. “And here I thought you were going to keep pretending not to be honorable. You know… you remind me of someone, back home. Ser Ashelin Waldethor, The Captain of the Callimore Guard. First woman in the position, actually... Hell of a fighter, she saved my caravan from bandits. It’s what got her the post. You could have one too, if you ever wanted… Euna knows I’d vouch for you…?” “-Brynna.” Iselle looked up. “Pardon?” The woman swallowed. “M’name’s Brynna. Brynna Carth. Figure we’re bout as familiar as any two strangers can be, now...” Iselle nodded. “Brynna...that’s a nice name. Strong and beautiful, like its owner.” Brynna huffed. “Don’t patronize me, pup...just cause yeh may not be quite as useless annoyin’ as I thought yeh were don’t mean yeh get to talk all cute n’ soft to me…” Iselle’s grin widened. “So you think it’s cute?” Brynna scowled, but the truth was already out. Iselle plucked the piece of her dress drying on the fire and wrapped it around Brynna’s arm, making sure it was tight enough to stay on. “Heh...probably the only chance I’ll have to wear silks…” She murmured, watching Iselle work. Iselle only smiled in response. “When we get home, I’ll make sure you have enough to buy all the silks you want.” She said softly. They slept a short while, waking early in the morning to start back up the river. With Brynna’s left arm somewhat incapacitated, she had to teach Iselle how to forage, and set small rudimentary traps. The Princess tried her best, and managed to even snare some small game, but it was very clear how dependent upon Brynna she was. This went on for a few days; Every night they’d find space along the bank to rest, and Iselle would change Brynna’s bandages. At this time, she’d see how pronounced the bulge in the woman’s abdomen was getting. Five days, and not a single drop of piss… But despite it all, the woman powered through. Even when they were caught by a stowed brigade, and Brynna had to fight them all one handed, even taking a spear hilt to the bladder, she didn’t break. The roughlands challenged them even more, the heat getting such that they hardly left the river bank, taking time to drink when they could and (for Iselle) to pee, but Brynna kept it corked up. They’d had to scale a cliff face using the rope from before, and as Iselle wrapped her legs around Brynna’s waist, she could almost comfortably rest her legs on the curve of Brynna’s bloated bladder. Iselle got more and more comfortable with being outdoors. She’d tore her dress in two and sewn the halves separately to make makeshift trousers, and had taken to practicing with a little hunting knife to defend and hunt, even managing to bring down a doe with it. “Not bad, pup…” Brynna had chuckled, though the tightness on her face prevented her from laughing fully. Iselle had gotten lax about toilet matters as well, to the point where one day she simply lifted her leg against a tree and let loose, sighing as her pee ran into the roots below. Brynna was always nearby, pointedly not looking as her bladder seemed to get even fuller at the sound of Iselle’s relief. She had to be beyond desperate by now, and Iselle could tell the pressure was getting to her every time she’d bend over or cock her hips or rub her abdomen when she thought Iselle wasn’t looking. After over six total days of walking, they finally reached the mouth of the river. “Not far now…” Brynna grunted, now looking nearly pregnant with pee as she soldiered on. “Border of Callimore is close.” Iselle nodded, looking up. “It’s getting dark. Maybe we should make camp…” Brynna shook her head. “There’s a hamlet a little ways away. An old friend of mine lives there, owes me a favor. They got a farm...we can bunk there for the night, should be safe.” the woman grunted, trying futilely to keep concealed just how full the swollen bladder between her legs really was. Much as she wanted to focus on the woman’s bulging abdomen, the prospect of some sort of shelter, even a modest sort, immediately took over Iselle’s mind. After the days of wandering the countryside and keeping ahead of those Yarthian goons, a village didn’t sound too bad. She followed excitedly after the woman as they continued their trek down the craggy pass, eventually coming upon a squat collection of huts and abodes encircled by a low stone wall. The bedraggled pair staggered up to it, looking right stunted; Iselle from exhaustion, and Brynna from holding back litres of pee for days longer than she’d expected to. As they reached the farmhouse, Brynna turned to Iselle. “Stay here…” She murmured, handing her a knife. “Don’t talk t’ anyone till I come out and get you, understood?” Iselle nodded, taking the dagger. Brynna turned and strode into the small house, leaving Iselle standing outside. The town looked innocuous enough...small, quaint and sleepy, like any of the outlying villages in Callimore. Given that they were still in the Deeplands, she figured her name wouldn’t carry a lot of weight, but she still would much rather have been by Brynna’s side right now...for strategic purposes, of course. A moment later, the amazon woman re-emerged, and it looked as though her swollen bladder had already gotten larger. “C’mon. Barn’s out back.” ~~ Moments later the pair were situated on a pile of straw covered in quilts...despite the ramshackle nature of the bedding, it was like a royal cotton mattress to Iselle’s exhausted body. She looked over at Brynna lying next to her, legs pressed together as her swollen bladder stuck straight up in the air. Iselle could only think about the woman’s fight against the Yarthian mercenaries, how she dispatched them so easily… she could pee whenever she wanted, and it wouldn’t matter cause she’d be able to protect herself… but Iselle couldn’t, so she held it in…” “Brynna…?” Iselle murmured softly. The amazon woman turned to her, her face tight with discomfort. Iselle swallowed. “I- thank you, for everything… Saving me from the river, a-and...and those guards…” Brynna huffed gently. “Nng...I said I’d get you home, and I’m...nng, I’m a woman of my word, pup.” She said softly. Iselle wrestled with her next question before curiosity overcame her. “If we’re really depending on you not relieving yourself to stay safe, why is it you drink so much?” Brynna let out a dry laugh at that, to Iselle’s surprise. “You can thank those Yarthian bastards for that. Had their alchemists whip up some sorta draught, makes you thirstier’n a daffodil in a desert. Gotta keep well-hydrated so I don’t pass out, and another bit of insurance against us escapin’... even if we drink enough to stave off the potion’s effects, any regular person would be pissing themselves before they even got out of sight of the castle. Luckily for us, I’m not regular.” She smirked before wincing through another pang in her distended bladder. “Fuck if I wouldn’t love a good slash right now, though…” Iselle frowned. “Are you-” “I’m fine.” The woman huffed “I’ll fill up to me eyeballs in piss ‘fore I let them get us. They couldn’t break me in Yarth, and they won’t break me now. I’m strong...you’re strong, too, yeh just don’t know it yet.” The Princess continued peering at Brynna for a while longer, as if wrestling with something inside herself. “...Goodnight, Brynna…” She murmured after a moment, snuggling down into the hay and closing her eyes. After what felt like merely a moment, she was shaken awake. “Iselle. Iselle. Wake up, fuckin’ wake up!” Brynna hissed, shaking the young Princess. Iselle blearily opened her eyes, rubbing at them. “Huh? Wuzzat, what’s goin’ on?” She murmured sleepily. Brynna had already gotten to her feet, cinching her effects back to her waist, now almost entirely obscured by her bulbous bladder. Just then, the sound of hooves and clanging armor sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer...they were in the town. Iselle bolted upright, leaping to her feet and hurrying to the door to peer through the crack. Just as she thought, the same platoon of Yarthian guards they’d encountered at the bridge was back...how had they tracked them here? She turned back to Brynna, who had already lifted a couple slats out of the back of the barn. “Nng...come on, pup, you first…” She muttered. Iselle did as instructed, crawling out the narrow opening and turning to help Brynna do the same. It was a bit harder for the woman, given her larger frame and egregiously engorged middle. Brynna actually groaned as the wooden slats squeezed her bladder from either side, as if doing their best to squeeze her pent up urine from her before she popped through the other side. She staggered to her feet, leaning against the barn for a moment. Iselle watched the woman slide up and down the wall, powerful thighs twisted about like sailing knots. Were they not in danger, Iselle would’ve surely taken time to enjoy the sight. Finally, Brynna seemed to get herself under control enough so that she could start moving. “Let’s go. Now.” She hissed, hurrying away from the barn and into the grassy meadow behind it. Not even a moment later, a call rang out. “Captain! The barn!” “Into the trees…” Brynna muttered as they approached the outskirts of the grove. “Hurry!” The two took off into a full run as the guard bore down on the barn they’d just been sleeping in. Iselle struggled to keep up with the amazon, whose sprint was incredible even as a swollen bladder bounced up and down within her. Try as she might, Iselle felt herself falling a bit behind. “B-Brynna!” She wheezed, every breath feeling like she were inhaling fire. The amazon woman stopped, bending over at the hip before turning towards Iselle. She set her jaw. “Nng...Hop on.” She muttered, pointing a thumb at her back. Iselle blinked, hardly able to believe what the woman was suggesting, but the voices behind her getting louder cleared up her hesitation. She hurried towards the woman, climbing up on her back. She hooked her legs around the front, earning a prolonged groan from Brynna as her heels dug into the taut flesh of her protruding bladder. Still, the woman took off running, moving with a power and dexterity that was surprising given her two burdens. Iselle merely clung to her rescuer, trying not to press her ankles into Brynna’s bladder too much… after all, the woman’s prodigious muscles were the only things keeping them from being completely vulnerable. Finally, they reached the trees, and Brynna dove headfirst into the brush without even breaking her stride. They continued on like this for a few more minutes before Brynna began to slow down and eventually stop, letting Iselle down as her chest heaved with exertion. Iselle swallowed, looking behind her… The voices and sounds of horsemen had stopped. They were safe. She looked to Brynna, who had taken a moment to sit down, leaning against a tree. “H-how did they find us?” Brynna was still breathing heavily, cradling her bladder with one hand and propping herself up with the other. “R-rat bastard...sold us out…” She huffed. Iselle tried to ignore the woman’s ample bust heaving with every breath. “We… we have to keep going.” Iselle swallowed, nodding. She extended her hands to help the woman up, pulling with all her might to get the amazon woman to her feet. They continued into the forest, though this time, Iselle took the lead. Brynna was exhausted from carrying them both, and her remaining strength was dedicated to keeping her pelvic sphincter locked tight...that was the one muscle she couldn’t have give way. They walked far into the night, Iselle brandishing Brynna’s sword as they stumbled through the shadowy woods. The only times they stopped were to refill the waterskin to keep Brynna from collapsing under the effects of the potion, and then they would be off again. After a short while, Brynna regained enough of her vitality to take the lead again, but it was still slow going. The woman’s gait was stunted, jerky, and twitching this way and that as the contents of her too-long held bladder pulsed within her, having been denied purely on the woman’s will alone…. She had to be beyond bursting, and yet she confined herself to merely a little wiggle or tensing of thighs...Iselle would’ve been hopping up and down right now if she was holding even a fraction of the pee the woman behind her was… and she was holding it in just for her… Before she knew it, the sky began to change. First, inky black became navy blue, then steel grey before slowly becoming overrun with streaks of gold, scarlet and purple as the day began to overtake the night. As light returned to the world, Iselle got a clear look at her surroundings...these trees were mostly birch, oak and pine...a far cry from the cypress and spruce of Yarth. They broke through the treeline just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, and in the distance they could just make out a castle. Iselle’s castle. They’d made it back to Callimore. She turned to Brynna with excitement. “Brynna! We’re back in Callimore!” She exclaimed. Brynna leaned against a tree, squinting into the morning sun. A weak smile formed on her face, and she let out a bit of a chuckle. “So we are. Bout bloody time…” She muttered, causing Iselle to giggle. Brynna pushed herself upright, taking a deep breath and starting down the narrow slope, biting back a curse as each step down was a jackknife in her seam-splitting bladder. Iselle couldn’t take her eyes off it...despite the brilliant sunrise, the bulbous aching bladder contained behind the soft squirming mons of Brynna’s was the loveliest thing she could see. Brynna seemed to catch her staring once again, but rather than say anything, she just gave a little smirk. “C’mon, then…Castle’s awaitin’...We should make it there by nightfall” Iselle reddened a bit, folding her hands in front of her before looking up. “We...you know, perhaps we needn’t hurry… we’re home now, the Yarthians wouldn’t dare cross our borders...there’s an inn, a little ways into the valley. We can rest there for a spell…” She murmured, her eyes still drifting to Brynna’s bulbous abdomen. The amazon woman frowned before another spasm rocked her bladder. “Nng...inn sounds good…” She groaned, following Iselle down into the glen. By the time they reached the little village, it seemed Brynna was reaching the end of her tether...and unsurprising, given that she’d held back a deluge of hot, steaming piss for over a week, all while taking care of the both of them with nothing but her muscles and her own determination to keep her from flooding her trousers. Whatever she was about to gush forth, Iselle knew she wanted to be there to see it. “Come… just a little further…” She murmured softly even as Brynna staggered along behind her. “Nn...haaa…” The woman groaned. “L-let’s just hurry...Lusione’s tists, I’m fuckin’ busting…” she breathed, sending a delightful shiver up Iselle’s spine. The pair made it to the village just as the sun cleared the tops of the forest. Iselle quickened her stride. Brynna was clearly moments away from giving her surroundings a thorough bath, they had to be quick. She pulled them into the nearest inn, striding past a young sweeping boy up to the counter. The innkeeper turned as she heard customers. “Morning, and welcome to my i- Princess!?” She gasped. Iselle nodded. “I need a room, please. With a large chamber pot…” Suddenly, she felt Brynna’s lips near her ear, her breath shaky as she whispered. “T-two…” Iselle felt nearly faint with arousal. “Make that two large chamber pots.” The innkeeper blinked, looking round at Brynna, her eyes widening even more. “Isn’t that… Isn’t she-” “She is my retainer.” Iselle interrupted. “And she is under my protection. Whatever crimes or slights she is charged with, consider them pardoned. Now, the room and the pots, miss, lest things get rather...damp.” The woman merely swallowed and nodded, gesturing to the sweeper to fetch the pots. Moments later, the pair were in a room, and the sweeper was dragging in two large chamber pots. “These the biggest we have… Reckon they’ll-” “Yeah, thanks kid, now get out.” Brynna huffed, shoving the boy out the door and slamming it shut before jamming a hand into her crotch, her thick thighs scissoring around her hand as she throws her head back in agony. “Fuck, fuck fuck I gotta piss…” she growls. Iselle can hardly stand it, she’s so aroused… and there was nothing more she wanted than to watch the woman gush into those pots, but there was no way she’d be able to explain that. “I’ll give you some privacy…” She murmured, swallowing and moving towards the door. “You stop right there.” Brynna hissed, causing Iselle to freeze in her tracks. The Amazon pushed herself off the door, hand still buried between her thighs. “Yeh think I’m stupid, pup?” Iselle blinked. “Stupid? I don’t-” “Yeh think I didn’t notice you askin’ all those questions about me bladder, starin’ at me when I drink or fidget around?” Despite the immense pain she must’ve been in, a smirk still appeared on Brynna’s sweat-slicked face. “Yeh been gettin off on thinkin’ about me holdin’ my piss this whole time, haven’t yeh.” Iselle’s face went beet red. “I-I’m sure I don’t know what you’re-” Brynna chuckled again. “Fuckin’ thought so. Little Miss Prim and Proper, a dirty little strumpet. Come on, then…” She muttered, already undoing her trousers. Iselle felt as though she could hardly breathe. “Come...what?” Brynna bit her lip. “I been aching for this piss forever. Don’t tell me yeh don’t wanna see it.” Iselle swallowed; she’d been caught. All she could do was stand there as Brynna kicked off her trousers, straddling the pot, and after over week of drinking and denying herself the explosive relief she finally craved, Brynna let out a yell as her golden nectar sprayed forth from her tender lips, hitting the bottom of the pot with such force it was as though Euna had opened up the heavens for their rain. Iselle was paralyzed...watching the pee rope out from between the woman’s sculpted thighs was more than she could bear, and before she knew it, she’d strode forward, pressing her lips against Brynna’s as she slid a hand against her still-pissing labia, rubbing back and forth with quick strokes. Brynna grunted into the Princess’s mouth as her swollen bladder deflated, and her equally swollen labia felt hotter and hotter until she was bucking her hips into the Princess’s plae, dainty hand. Suddenly, she pulled away, much to Iselle’s dismay. “Hold on…” She cut off her flow, grimacing as she moved the full pot away. No sooner had she pulled the empty one underneath her than her stream started again, and she proceeded to stick her tongue back down the Princess’s throat. She resumed humping her hand until, with an uncharacteristically girlish squeal, she climaxed all over the Princess’s fingers. Iselle was so primed and ready, as soon as she felt Brynna clench around her fingers, she shuddered through her own orgasm, her unspoiled flower gushing with her virginal juices. The two women pulled apart, a strand of saliva still connecting their lips. The Princess merely stared at Brynna, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “Wow...t-that was-” “Yeah.” Brynna interrupted, licking her lips with a libertine grin. “Now, what’s this about bein’ your retainer?” THE END
  4. I'm looking for an Omo story posted on this site that had a female protagonist use magic to fight off monsters(?) in a fantasy/medieval setting. Instead of a regular mana pool, everytime she used magic, her bladder would fill up. I think it also filled her bowels too? I think one of the scenes had the protagonist fight off something in some sort of sewers or underground area, with a few other characters. I think she lets one of the characters know how her magic works, since she's desperate but she has to continue fighting. Please let me know if you find it!
  5. I haven't posted in a while... Some stuff went down and have kind of stayed incognito, apart from those that have private messages me... But one can only stay away for a limited time... So HERE I AM! I AM BACK!!! So I am pulling this story out of the vaults... I have unlocked it, thrown away the key and am going to be more open about things than ever before... Because... WHY NOT!! So, This goes all the way back to 2008... Holy crap... That's almost 10 years ago! Back in the day of MySpace! I was friends with a guy called Rob who sang in a local band here in Australia. He was a mate from high school and they were having their EP launch. I would share around their stuff, plugging their show as good friends would! I had a couple of people contact me interested in going, I sent their messages on to my friend for all the details! One person messaged me however, and didn't ask about the band... They just said "are you going to be there"... I answered yes and was pretty damn happy with myself... I wasn't one to be openly flirted with or hit on in any way... I was a long haired scruffy looking guy... Always had rips in my jeans and holes in my clothes... Because, that was my style! I was a little rocker back then... Secretly still am!! It wasn't until the Saturday night that I went to the show, rocked out to some of the bands when I had people come up and say hi, the usual, they noticed me from promoting the band! (As some of you know, I'm an AV guy, done this sort of stuff my whole life!). It wasn't until one person came up and said hello... It was the girl that asked if I was going to be there. She introduced herself, I shall call her T for this story... I will not disclose her name... She asked if I wanted a drink and we went to the bar. It was odd... A girl was buying me a drink... I had never had that before! I was always the one leaving with the empty wallet! We talked for most of the night, watched my mates play and she grabbed my number and we went home our separate ways. I did the normal thing, sent her a message that night saying nice to meet you and such, nothing sexual or flirty... Im not that kind of guy that expects stuff on a first time meeting! We spoke over the next couple of days, just getting to know each other. I didn't tell her anything about the fetish I had... That was hard to bring up back then... 18 year old me still had a ton of growing up to do! We agreed to catch up the weekend after the show, I went to hers and met her grandparents. I am never nervous to meet parents, grandparents or anyone for that matter, embarrassment isn't something I get, nor caring what impression I leave on people either. They lived on a farm... Im not a farm guy... I was born in London... City life is all I have known! Anyway, spent the day there watching some paranormal stuff, spoke, had lunch and I went home that night. No kissing, no flirting... Just friends. We continued talking when I was going home, it was an hour journey for me. She admitted to me that she thought she liked me, but wanted to see how things would go naturally. I was totally fine with that, "just play it cool Rev... You got this"!!! T was about 5'5, natural long straight natural red hair. She had two piercings in both sides of her lips, as well as one in her tongue. She had these really light blue eyes, they looked unnaturally blue, but they weren't contacts, that was her real colour. She rocked a half sleeve of a Mötley Crüe tattoo, and also another one on her shoulder blades of a pair of eyes... Im a sucker for tattoos! She wore heavy makeup... The kind of rockstar look! She was relatively thin, but had enormous knockers!! She was definitely due to have some pretty serious back problems in the future!! So, that week we caught up for dinner, afterwards we kissed, went home our separate ways. It was nice that for once someone wasn't just trying to jump into my pants... Someone wanted to take the time to get to know me. That weekend, she went out for her sisters birthday, I had a night in catching up on some shows, probably something gore or horror, that's my kind of bag! She was messaging me throughout the night, getting more and more tipsy by every half hour. It wasn't until she started flirting... Drunk obviously! Well, she wasn't embarrassing herself all too much, but she was sharing things that she would and wouldn't do. Normal stuff, not anything too our there. I can't remember exactly how we got there, but she then began to ask me to ask her things and she would say what she would and wouldn't do... Great! This was going to be fun! To her credit, she was pretty keen for almost everything! Then I asked the question... "Would you pee your pants..."... I was waiting for the awkward silence, but it was met with "if you want me too, but I don't know how that is sexual". I went on to explain how it could be, she agreed that it was something she would do... Not necessarily for me, but something she would do! A week later and nothing was mentioned about our conversation... But I did ask her out eventually and we started dating! Things were going well for a month... We shagged each other a lot, we got up to some other naughty/kinky kind of crap... Even some public f***ing! Oh the joys of being young! It was one night we were out at her farm and I was staying the night that we were having a few drinks, things got rowdy and she got desperate to pee! She said twice that she needed to go... But didn't make any attempt on going to the toilet. I thought she was doing on purpose to tease me, but she wasn't being "fun and playful" with the fact she needed to go... She just got lazy I guess... An hour past and she suddenly squeezed my hand super hard! She looked at me concerned. She starred at me for what was about 5 seconds and quickly stood up. She grabbed me by the hand and ran down the hallway to the bathroom. She yelled at me to close the door and lock it, so I did. She was fumbling in her tipsy state trying to get her skinny jeans off... She got them halfway down when she started leaking... She was legitimately having an accident... She leaked in her panties (a pink thong with with frangipani's on them... I remember it vividly!) and it was dripping into her skinny jeans as she was pulling them down. She ripped down her thong and sat on the toilet! She was determined to get there even know some damage had been done. She sat there peeing for what seemed like a minute strong! She looked at me and just went back to conversation like nothing happened... She didn't do it to turn me on... It's like she forgot our conversation! She pulled her panties up and her jeans, and walked back out to the kitchen... She was dirty and didn't care!! After another drink... I brought up that I found that rather sexy... She seemed confused and I had to explain my fetish... She didn't understand it, but said it felt good to be warm as it was a cold night! I said does it bother her to be sitting there in her partially wet jeans... She told me to feel them as they weren't that bad... To her credit, not much had leaked through, they were wearable. But knowing what had happened and she was sitting there in the jeans she had an accident in, it turned me on beyond belief!! Time passed, I needed to pee so I told her to excuse me. She said she wanted to watch as she hadn't seen a guy pee before that she dated. So, I took her to the bathroom and I pissed. She seemed to enjoy it... I don't know what about it she liked, but she sat there and watched with a smile on her face. I guess she never knew someone interested in Omo... So maybe she was trying to get into it for me?! Who knows... Even to this day I don't know she was thinking when she watched me, nor what she got out of it. After I was done, I shook off, like every guy should, and turned around and she started kissing me, right then and there in the bathroom. After things started getting heated, she unbuttoned her jeans and told me she needed to go. She sat down in the toilet in her thong and told me she was nervous, but wanted to know what it was like. She was looking at me all glass eyed. You could see she was tipsy, but she genuinely wanted to know what it was like to pee herself. I don't think it was to turn me on, it was actually more for herself. She sat there for a minute and started looking sad, she couldn't bring herself to do it. I helped her... I started touching her through her panties, every so slightly... She threw her head back in awe and just relaxed... It wasn't long until her head sprang up and she looked at me... "It's coming..." She said. Next thing you know, a few spurts escaped her and dribbled through her panties... Then a gentle stream... Then a torrent. She was sitting there, on the toilet in her panties pissing through them with my hand over her pussy... She never lost eye contact with me and sat there with her jaw dropped... When she was done... She froze for 10 seconds.... Then smiled at me. She managed the words "I peed my pants", and then decided to stand up from the toilet and just jump me sticking her tongue as far down my throat as it could possibly go. We literally screwed each other right then and there in the bathroom... Was some of the messiest sex I have ever had!!! I have some more stories with this girl... Seeing as I dated her for 4 months ish... If you like the story above and want more just let me know! I hope you all enjoyed it and thanks for giving it a read :)
  6. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This Solitary Confinement poll winner features Morgan Black's OC half-vampire shortly after the conclusion of a moonlight gala. Of course, there was a lot of blood-drinking to celebrate the occasion --- y'know, typical vampire stuff! XD Anyway... someone... might have given this poor lady-of-the-night a goblet of tainted blood as a prank on the only half-vampire in attendance! And as it turns out, tainted blood is something of a hyper-diuretic for vampires! Neat. X] Oh, and the maids have been working on it all night, but we just can't get those toilets to flush... How unfortunate. Anyway, I'm surprised they didn't notice my fake teeth or the fact that my "blood" looked a lot like cranberry juice... X3
  7. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Welcome, adventurers, to the Tinkling Tankard --- the cleanest Inn on this side of the kingdom! We offer warm beds for the night, crystalline spirits to raise your spirit, and the most dedicated barmaidens! So come on in, take a seat, and let one of our beautiful ladies fill your mug again and again 'til your head's spinning! You'll never run dry here, because they'll top you off on your very last sip --- that's the Innkeeper's guarantee! (And that'll hold true no matter how badly they've gotta pee!) X3
  8. The sun had just started to rise. Millions of streams of light showered the world with the love and heat of a protective guardian. Slowly shadows formed away from the glowing orb as it shined brightly in the sky. The golden light passing through the hundreds of both small and big kingdoms that littered the lands of the planet called Gyra. But as the sunlight passed across the deep oceans and massive mountains of the world, it finally reached a quite island that’s inhabitants slowly began to rise and shake of the rest they needed to start the day. This island was known as The Spire, this was because while most of the isle was a massive forest, it had one unique aspect that made this name make sense. In the center of the decently sized island was a lone massive mountain that shot out from the ground and almost reached the clouds. It was a fairly thin mountain that appeared to have been sanded down throughout the millennia due to rain and erosion. But to most, the real shocking detail about this mountain was the fact that apparently it didn’t have a peak. Instead, was a flat apex that very clearly wasn’t natural. But to the people that lived on The Spire, they simply didn’t care. Rather on top of the apex of this mountain was a massive castle that belonged to the queen of this land. The castle was rather complex as it consisted of a massive gate that was flanked by two much bigger spires filled with windows connected to long walls that kept the building intact. At the corner of each two sides of the castle were once again spires that flew white and red flags that belonged to the kingdom. The castle to was also a similar color scheme as it had white walls and nice rustic red roofs that covered each ceiling of the castle. Not many knew what was inside the castle walls but were perfectly fine living their lives not knowing as the queen had treated her subjects with respect and love ever since she claimed this land almost twenty-five years ago at the young age of eighteen. Just below this castle on the incline of the mountain were shockingly houses and shops. Dug halfway into the mountain, were hundreds of homes and shops that systematically rose creating walkways out of long stretches of flat stone that connected all of these buildings. As the city lowered more houses and shops popped up that created a gorgeous scene at night where all sides of this mountain glowed like a lighthouse as people enjoyed their dinners. Now most wonder why people choose to live like this, but in reality, its due to one looming threat, demons. In the past they basically ruled this land with an iron fist as most of the deep dark forest that surrounded the mountain was home to these monsters. To most these were beasts with no rhyme or reason as to why they live other than to create chaos for a long dead king. But for the… well to frank, less than sane people, they see it as a challenge. Every day people leave the safety of The Spire to fight and win against these monsters most likely due a need to prove their better, or they just have a few screws loose they want to flaunt to the public by bringing the severed head of some massive black and white hound. Of course, there was a few exceptions to this rule, that being the few golden hearted men and women who leave their homes in hope of helping those who lack the safety they were born with. People who believe in a sort of hero code where the weak shouldn’t be afraid to live near those with power. Over time those people came together and realized they would work better together, and created an order called The Guild System. But this system wasn’t for everyone as we start our story at the edge of The Spire territory. Surrounding the mountain of The Spire was a massive wall constructed concurrently with the city. It stood well over the lower districts of the country and appeared to be made out of long pillars of white stone that shined when the sun glowed on them. But over the years it had lost its shine and soon became home to many different types of plants and vines that drooped off the edge of the wall. Just behind the wall was a small sort of village on ground level with only a dozen houses that lined up against the wall and the base of the mountain creating a small community off from the hundreds of houses at the upper layers of the mountain. This small community was normally peaceful as most of the households belonged to guards who’s job was to watch the massive walls and protect the people. Other then the guardsmen, the small settlement was a small store managed by a young married elf couple that operated out of the first floor of their home. Along with a two-story house that belonged to a mother and son. Normally this house was quiet as the son was a book worm, and the mother spent her free time gardening and taking freshly baked bread to the guardsmen around her. But today was different as a loud cry could be heard from even outside. “M-my baby,” could be heard between sobs as this grown woman cried for the world to hear. “Ma, please don’t cry, I’ll be fine,” a calmer voice reassured her. This voice belonged to a young man standing in front of the door to his house holding the woman. He had short blonde hair that almost spiked out, with a nice white button up shirt with a brown fur coat covering his shoulders. “You know I have to do this, it’s what Dad would’ve wanted.” He said, “I-I know, but its dangerous.” She replied with a sob. “Yeah it is, but we both know I cannot sit around and do nothing while people are suffering. You raised me better than that.” “A-are you really using what I told you as a kid against me?” The older woman said finding humor in this whole situation. “Eh I learned to guilt trip from the best.” The boy said releasing her from his arms. “Ugh, I guess I can’t stop you, can I? Well, be safe Warren ok.” The mother said wiping a tear from her eye as she raised her hand and gently placed a brown hair behind her ear. “I will Ma, I love you.” He said picking up a backpack and placing it on his back. “I love you too.” The boy stepped outside and sucked in some air. He took his first steps away from the house and smiled, ‘I’m gonna make you proud Dad.’ He though to himself as he walked away from the house, only to stop as he heard a yell from behind him. “Wait, Warren! Did you pack enough underwear?” His mother yelled from the doorframe of their house. Warren’s face immediately turned crimson as he looked around to see a couple of the guardsmen snickering to himself. He looked back at his mother who know had a small smile on her face. ‘She always does stuff like this!’ he thought to himself before running away from his house as fast as he could not stopping even when passed the group of now noticeable laughing guards. The mother smiled to herself and closed the door while thinking of Warren, fear plagued her, but she knew she taught him right. But that wasn’t the only thing on her mind, as she gently bid her lip and grabbed her crotch through the pair of tan khakis. She crossed her legs and bended over as she reveled in the wave. ‘God, I needed this, I couldn’t hold myself for like an hour.’ She thought to herself as the wave left her and she straightened up but kept one hand over her pussy. She knew time was important now, so she quickly walked to her room and opened her closet. Inside was a full suite of light armor minus a helmet that appeared to be cleaned daily or even more. With gentle hands she touched the armor on the wooden mannequin. She could see her reflection and she smiled. Today was the day, the day where she could finally go back. Over the past couple years, Ella Free had doubts about this life. She loved her son with all her heart, but she would admit she missed her freedom to do what she wanted. Ella quickly took the armor off the and started putting on. She had definitely put on weight in the last eighteen years as the chest plate only covered her breasts and upper stomach showing her red shirt. Her arm guards were on next, but she decided to be creative and only put her left arm armor leaving her right arm bare. She actually really liked the look, and noticed the remaining armor, she just had her skirt and boots left. She looked at her waist and immediately realized it wouldn’t even go fully around her waist, let alone cover her butt. She sighed and looked at the metal soleret’s and remembered how much they hurt her feet. Sighing out loud and shaking her head she decided she had enough on as she stepped just out of the closet and putting one hand inside of it. Ella gently pressed her hand against the back wall of the closet until she heard a small click, then slowly raised the now detached panel. Inside of the cavity was a long metal sword. Its hilt was relatively small, but the blade was long. With ease Ella took the sword out of the space and gave a gentle swing to make sure she remembered the motion. She felt better, a small breathe of excitement left her mouth as sheraised the sword and put it behind her back as she felt it stick to her armor as within the sword was a strong magnet that worked solely on Ella’s armor. How it worked she had no idea, but she wasn’t going to question it. She approached the mirror in her room and smiled as she looked at herself. Her brown hair had been put into a ponytail so she wouldn’t get an accidental haircut from her sword. Her face had nice complexion with a small birth mark under her right light blue eye. The armor had accentuated her breasts and only went down to her stomach leaving her red shirt. She just decided to wear her khakis as they were comfortable enough along with her combat boots, she’d been wearing all morning. Looking herself down she nodded and made her way to the door. Once she exited, she too breathed a small breath and looked at the shining sun. She was finally free to adventure again. Except her composure immediately faded as she once again grabbed her crotch as she felt another wave hit. Thankfully it was short, so she didn’t have to stay still for long. But she could definitely use a bathroom break, but that wasn’t the goal. She went into her pant pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper that she quickly unfolded. Looking down with a small smile, she read out loud, “The Omorashi Guild, never to late to adventure.” Smiling to herself Ella put the flier back in her pocket and wondered if she should walk or weight for one of the local cable cars to rise up the mountain. She had to go up to district forty-nine and that was pretty far. 1.) Walk 2.) Cable Car Well, everyone, it is finally hear, what did you think? Are there any improvements you want or the like? I hope this story will one day go down in the server’s history so thoughts would be great. But yeah, sit back, relax, grab a soda, and get ready for this milf based story.
  9. Trollforest This is a translated story. Read the original version here. This story is a collaboration by The Blueberry Forest About the beings who live in the Forest, the wise ones say: "They do not think as you or I do". They have a completely different way of thinking, and what is important to the humanfolk is trivial to their kind. They love playing all kinds pranks on each other. A normal human would consider these ventures childish and even malicious, but the forest kin are willing to sacrifice anything for the perfect practical joke. It is lucky that the Humanworld and the Forestworld are disjoint from one another, as otherwise nobody would get anything done with all faeries and goblins and tots and trolls running around! But; once every year on a very special spring day you may have heard of, the forest kin practice their pranks outside the forest and in the world of men and women. The mighty and proud be on guard! For the forest kin think having their way with those who act all high and mighty is the most fun of all... The Forest is vast, vaster than all the kingdoms where the humans live. And in the Forest wandered a tale that one and all could hear; the mighty Lady of the Lake demanded vengeance on the Silver Queen from the northwest. This human queen had built her towers overlooking the most beautiful lake of all, where The Lady of the Lake and her daughters and sons had made their domain. Humans now trampled all around the lake and built their houses there, and the close confidants of the Lady who had been privileged with the privacy of the lake had left the clear waters. It was for this reason the queen was to be punished this day. On the winds a whisper came and it was the Lady’s magical command, and all the beings that in that moment happened to be somewhat full of bladder were suddenly in an acute need to seek some bush or rock to hide behind, thus was her power. As Fae, Hulders, Vattir, and Vittri peed for what they were worth in the Forest they received knowledge of the great prank the Silver Queen was to be subjected to; she was to be denied all nightchairs, porcelain pot and outhouse until her great bladder should be so unbearably full as to make her waters come out in her dress. That the queen was highly capable and could stay tight and dry for hours without visiting the ladies’ room was well-known, and also that she was much better at this than any other princess or queen from near or far. So all the forest beings who had created small puddles in the Lady’s domain came together and discussed all their plans. The Silver Queen may be willstrong like the red fish who swim against the course of the river towards where their homes are, and wily like the large birds who determine the best blind angles of their prey to then soundlessly swoop down, this was known. The rewards for humiliating her were larger because of this, and the Lady had many incredible treasures to give. The Lady was first to wield her powers in the morning, before all the humans woke up. She spoke with the waters of the lake they drink, and the wells they use, and she said this: “When they drink of you, water, you shall speedily run through their bodies, and fill their bladders at a higher pace than what you normally do.” And the water, who was loyal to her, answered this: “This I will do. I shall flow faster than normal today.” And so the humans woke, and the castle’s servants drew water from the wells so everyone could drink. All the servant ladies and silver princesses peed when they awoke, some more than others as they had filled over the course of a night’s rest. Yet the Silver Queen did not pee. This was because three Vattir had snuck into the room before the sun went up, and all taken a seat together on the queen’s nightchair. And three Vattir, when they had been magically filled by the Lady, was enough to completely fill the porcelain all the way to the edge. The Vattir had some trouble holding on under they were all sitting on the chair, so they were much relieved when they were allowed to let loose their own waters into it. They had put the lid back on and snuck out of the room after. So the queen woke up and was dressed, and her trusted servant who aided her had watered her own porcelain much this morning, almost enough to fill it wholly. The queen however felt no worries over beginning her day without emptying her bladder even after a long night. She could likely still hold tight for the entire day without peeing. And this was to be tested, because now that the queen was dressed it would be very hard for her to use another pot than the full one in her room. Morning turned day, and as the castlefolk drank of the enchanted waters many of them needed to take additional visits to the outhouse, sometimes with great urgency. The queen, who indeed had awoken with a full bladder which had gotten even fuller, was terribly full already when the sun had reached the top of the sky. She did not know if she could keep herself all day for a change, but had many important queen’s errands to take care off before she could give herself a break. At the same time, in other corners of the castle, Forest Kin were practicing their pranks and jokes. Vittri who could sneak through walls locked outhouses from inside and then left, which led to longer queues and sometime a mishap for the fullbladdered servantfolk. The Vittri wanted to be sure the queen would not have any free toilet when she did decide it was time to use it. One among the three Silver Princesses became so full she had to water a bush in the garden, which you of course never see royals do unless it is the worst of emergencies. The Vattir, who had done theirs and wanted to have a little fun for their own sakes, had taken the opportunity to tickle any ladies who urinated outdoors with a dandelion flower, causing them to shriek and run away. The Silver Princess wet her dress when they did so, and the Vattir laughed so much that they all needed to pee again even though they had already done so before. Hulder had a very important assignment. She had snuck into the castle’s kitchen and disguised herself as staff there. Her tail she kept hidden in the pocket of her dress. Well inside the kitchen she made sure that the food and drink served in the castle all used the water enchanted by the Lady, so all castlefolk drank from it and became needy. However, Hulder was struggling with the fact that she needed to relieve herself much too. Because she was disguised and had an assignment she could not run outside to pee like the other forest kin did, and there were so few available toilets. But the Lady’s magic worked on her too and she was downright ready to burst on the kitchen floor. And now many of the servantfolk there needed to use the toiletroom or the outhouse often, but it was never free and nobody had any time to wait outside the doors. So all many ladies who worked in the kitchen, including Hulder, rubbed their legs against each other and kept their eyes longingly on the toilets as they waited for their opportunity to run away and see to their wants. Hulder was certainly not the only women in the kitchen who could only think about how desperate her peeneed was. In the end it was so hard for her to keep, that she ran down into the wine cellar and use a large flagon in the name of necessity. And she was not the only one who did so that day, but hers was filled the tallest out of all. And the faeries too engaged in various pranks and jokes as they flew around. Unlike Hulder or Vattir, it was difficult to make faeries do any particular thing they were asked for. You could certainly ask a faerie if she could play a particular prank on some person, but there was no guarantee she wouldn’t then get up to something completely different instead. The faeries had simply been let loose in the castle to create unrest and disturbance, so there was no peace in the castle and work was always disrupted. The fae stole different things made from porcelain, moved around keys to the outhouses, but sometimes they set their mind on something else entirely. The end result was what the Lady desired, regardless. One faerie, Cornflower as she was called, had decided the she would steal some hedge clippers as the castle gardeness snuck herself an opportunity to pee into a planterpot. The clippers were much too large for a faerie like her, and with it she had large plans for a fae. She had, perhaps, forgotten all about the plan to humiliate the queen, and all the riches and rewards offered by the Lady of the Lake. But with the tool in hand she could see clearly the greatest prank she could ever imagine. Right then the Queen was on her way through the royal garden. She had reached her limit, and wandered hurriedly towards her room to use her nightchair or a nightpot. Her stomach was so swollen that perhaps one could imagine she was with child, but it was the water in her bladder sticking out like that. In most tales it was very rare for queens to need to pee, as it was far below their dignity to ever admit to such a thing. But the Silver Queen needed to pee worse than any queen had in a hundred years, and it was totally and utterly impossible for her to hold it in much longer. With the stolen hedge clippers in both hands, Cornflower made three cuts and then she had cut the queen’s dress off, snip snap! And there it fell on the ground, which left the queen exposed. All who looked could see her royal behind-parts and her pee-full belly. And the queen became completely red of cheeks while still struggling hard to not start peeing on the spot of dirt she was standing on then. And the fae who had stolen half of the queen’s dress laughed and laughed until she almost peed on herself. That things almost ended up that way she thought was so incredibly funny, so she laughed even more. And she laughed so much until she finally realized that she wasn’t just about to pee, but that she couldn’t hold herself any longer and that her pee was about to come out. Then she picked up her pace, and tore off her blue flower-woven undergarments and started peeing right in front of the queen on the ground. That the queen now saw a faerie peeing on the grass right in front of her became the final drop for her bladder too. That she had decades of trained patience did not matter when her bladder was so filled to burst as it was then, and when another woman-thing was doing her business like that it was no longer possible. The queen lost her control and started peeing like a rainstorm, more than anyone else had that day. And then I am not only considering the humans of the castle, and not just the forest kin who had come there to play tricks. Indeed, the queen was peeing more than any human or forest creature in the whole wide world had done or would do for that entire day. And while it was incredibly pleasurable for her to do so, every drop she let out was a stain upon her honor and worth as queen. And in the other world The Lady of the Lake peed for the first time that day too. She had saved this pleasure to herself until the queen couldn’t hold on any longer. She stood, naked in her own domain, with her legs separated and a peebladder almost as full as the queen’s, and she added her waters right into the lake. No living being had permission to visit this place, and for that reason nobody could see her pee either. And perhaps it was this that made The Lady’s vengeance the sweetest, that she knew that nobody could see her do what the queen had failed to keep private. And Cornflower she would reward most of all. THE END
  10. Would anyone be interested in a fantasy interactive story about an old adventurer mother coming back for adventure after her kids leave the home? It would be mostly milf omorashi and involve lots of humanoid races like centaurs, lamia, elfs, and giants. If you agreed and have ideas, I'm all ears.
  11. 👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.
  12. I wanted to try writing a story based off an original concept I had, so, here goes. Word of warning: No omorashi scenes yet, but I'd appreciate opinions and feedback on the concept. Or what you'd like to see if you're interested! ------ The dappled morning light pouring through the forest canopy lit the pages of the open book in a young adventurer's lap as she sat on a mossy ole log, examining the illustrations. Her name was Colette Marience, and she was mildly experienced, having been in a few fights in his lifetime, and was handy with a couple types of weapons and equipment, but was about to make a somewhat dangerous trek through Sprite Glade, an area of forest inhabited by the sprites that give it its name. Sprites are odd creatures, taking the physical forms of young girls and standing at only around 2-3 feet tall, but with magical powers and a mischievous nature, loving to lead adventurers astray, they're a force to be reckoned with, and so a good bit of research beforehand is key to survival, which is exactly why said adventurer had her face stuffed in a guidebook. Her approach to travel was to always come prepared, which was why she was wearing a belt full of potions, a bag with handbooks and at least three different kinds of knives, her pack full of food. Fire Sprites, she read, next to the accompanying sketch of a childlike being with a large puff of flaming-orange hair, were fire-wielding arsonists that enjoyed burning people and their surroundings, though were easily defeated with a bit of water magic. Light Sprites, with their distinctive white clothing and hair liked to blind adventurers with flashes of bright light, and were wise to avoid. But one particular type of sprite was regarded as the most dangerous of the Glade, and the type that should be avoided at all costs, unless you happened to be an utter fool. Heart Sprites, despite their deceptively innocent sounding names, were a nightmare if encountered. With a nasty attitude and mischievous ways, they were a pain to be around. But with their ability to bind themselves to a human with a single touch of the chest, so that their hearts beat as one, they can never be brought apart, and they die as one, chances are, you'd end up spending your entire life with the brat as she exploited you and milked you for your food and money. Finished reading and assured she knew the fauna of the Glade well enough, Colette closed the book, packed it away, and stood up. Knee-length green and gold robes fell down over leather-and-chain breeches, and judging by her chainmail gloves, the robes were covering similar armor over her torso. The mix of cloth and tough armor marked her as the sort of person who'd fight with both physical means and magical prowess. Red hair fell down just past her shoulders, and her gold eyes reflected the light. Her entire person seemed to rattle as the heavy-laden explorer set off towards the woods. --- The afternoon sun might have been shining down on her, if it weren't for the cast of clouds obscuring the sky and turning it a dull grey. Rain would announce itself shortly, and Colette didn't feel like getting caught out in it, so she was already working on pitching her tent again. She had made good progress today, and the local fairies and sprites didn't bother her nearly as much as she was preparing for. Since it looked like it might rain for a while, and she didn't like to travel by night, she decided now would be as good a time as any for a rest, since she'd been walking nonstop for days with few breaks. Her ultimate goal was Seagate, a large, prosperous port town where she could do business, but she wasn't in any particular hurry, so didn't mind removing all the bulk and relaxing in the warmth of her tent until tomorrow. A bit later, she had a darkness fire going outside. Lighting a campfire - a beacon in the middle of the forest - was the epitome of bad ideas, especially when she was unarmed and only had on a tunic, trousers and boots. But thanks to her fire magic, the purple flames cooking her food cast very little light. At first, even with the special fire, she had felt naked without her armor, but it was uncomfortable and she had eventually gotten used to the fact that nothing would bother her. ...Which is why Colette's eyes went wide when she heard a branch snap just a tiny bit behind her. The adventurer turned her head, and saw something running in the shadows. An animal? Hopefully, it was an animal. Still, she extinguished her flame - the food was done, anyway - and watched in silence. Seconds passed, then half a minute, and it seemed like whatever had just passed was gone. The girl brought up a glow of flame in her hand to light up the surrounding area, but jumped backwards when she saw what was standing before her. With a grey dress, grey eyes and a heart-shaped head - hair bunched up on either side with the parting in the middle, and a dainty, pointed little chin, there was no doubting that the thing before her was an unbound Heart Sprite. Colette shrieked and stumbled backwards, and the sprite giggled in delight and gave chase. She was helpless, it was so close, all it had to do was touch her, and the thing's clothes, eyes, hair would all become a vibrant red as it became bound to her heart for life, sealing her fate for life, and a truly lousy fate at that. The mischievous girl reached up a hand towards Colette's torso, the palm glowing. However, her efforts were dashed when the sprite received the adventurer's boot to her face, knocking her back into the dirt. Colette hurriedly shuffled backwards, but trees blocked her way, and the sprite was getting up again, and only looked annoyed now, wiping away a nosebleed. What happened in the next few seconds, the girl wasn't entirely sure. She had rushed off in a different direction, but the sprite had cut her off somehow. It had made a wild leap for her, hand outstretched towards her chest. She had managed to move backwards, but had felt the thing's hand hit her somewhere lower, and the two both went tumbling to the ground. Dazed, Colette looked up at her adversary, but the sprite didn't seem too keen on fighting anymore. The little thing looked on in horror at her body as the grey dress she was wearing took on a yellow-orange hue, and her hair and eyes filled in with the same amber hue. Colette gasped. The sudden color - that must mean that the Heart Sprite had managed to touch her, that they were bound. "You-" she tried to say, but was too horrified to talk. "You and I, we're... our hearts are linked, aren't they? They're one?" she finally managed. The sprite looked on at the girl she'd have to share the rest of her life with. Her eyes were full of rage, but also fear. "No! No, you fool! You idiot! Our hearts aren't linked, our-" she cut off, looking at her clothes, then at Colette, and then at her abdomen, before finally blurting out in half-anger, half-shame, "Our-our bladders are. I missed."
  13. This is a piece I wrote for someone, just thought of sharing it here for the ladies who might be interested. Apologies if it is not good enough. Happy New Year 2018 to all! Enjoy! ---- Athena, The Lady of Thesox loved watching men desperate to pee. All her life, she had dreamt of controlling a man’s piss. Having absolute authority over a man’s bladder. After her husband, the lord passed away, leaving behind five children in her safety, Athena had found herself busy with the duties of being a mother and the lady of a vast kingdom. But now that her children were busy with themselves, it left Athena with the time to explore her fantasies. Lady Athena declared an open challenge, “I hereby declare that I will award a large castle and a beautiful wife to any man who would dare to accept my challenge of holding his piss until I give him the discretion to release his waters...” The word spread like wildfire through the country, but no man dared to accept the challenge. Several days passed but to Lady Athena’s great dismay, no one stepped up to confront her. But then, a fortnight later, a man named Malcolm visited her castle. “I accept your challenge!” he said. “Oh, but remember, once you participate, you can only quit if I give you the permission, and not before” Lady Athena smirked. “I accept your challenge my lady” Malcolm said, “I have a large bladder.” “Very well then, the challenge will start tomorrow, get a good night’s sleep” she said, “I shall see you in the morning.” Malcolm was shown to his chambers by the servants. The next morning, when Malcolm visited the grand hall of the castle, he found Lady Athena already waiting for him there, with a large tub of lukewarm water that had vapours of steam rising from it. “From today on, each day, you’ll drink a hundred and ninety litres of water in the morning. An elephant drinks this much in the entire day, so I guess it will be good for you as starters” Athena smiled haughtily, almost expecting Malcolm to be shocked at the amount she had mentioned but the man stood defiant. Gulping the lump in his throat, he began drinking from the tub with the help of a jug. And after two hours of continuous drinking, the man was finished with the tub. “Looks like you have finished it all! Good, that’ll ready you for a big pee” Lady Athena smiled. It was true, Malcolm’s stomach felt bloated with all the water and he knew, such a large quantity would make him piss like an elephant. But he wasn’t worried. With his bladder capacity, needing to pee was never an issue. Lady Athena and Malcolm spent the morning in the church and during the lunch hours, she had her servants serve Malcolm with sixty litres of hot barley tea. That was too much liquid going inside his bladder and Malcolm was beginning to get worried if he’d be able to hold it till Lady Athena wanted him to. But with hesitation, he drank down all the tea given to him and hoped it wouldn’t make him want to pee badly. But while Lady Athena was enjoying the desperation Malcolm was facing, another problem was brewing inside the stable of her castle. Oros was a majestic and powerful centaur that Lady Athena had as her pet and her protector. The being though thoughtful and intelligent, was kept in the stable along with the horses. He was gifted to the Lady by a fabled conjuror and would only listen to commands from Athena. Each morning and evening, the lady would take the centaur out of the castle for a piss as the other servants were scared to go even near the fiend. But since the last two days, the lady had completely forgotten about her pet. “Where is my lady? She hasn’t visited me in two days...” the centaur asked a servant nearby who happened to be feeding the horses. “Well she’s busy with a guest” he answered before walking away with a stack of hay in his hands. Oros held the chain around his neck and sighed in dismay before settling down to the ground. Each day, the being was given four hundred and fifty litres of water to drink, which meant, he already had over nine hundred litres in his bladder. But his vessel was huge and Oros knew he could hold longer if needs be, but not much longer. Inside the stone walls of the castle, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of his filling bladder but he was confident he could wait. Athena could see the first signs of a bladder bulge beginning to form in Malcolm’s midriff. She invited him for a walk in the gardens, hoping some movement would help him digest all that liquid quicker. She noticed the man walked a bit weirdly, but then what could she expect from a person containing over two hundred and fifty litres of liquid in his stomach. In the evening, Malcolm was served, fifteen litres of milk along with thirty five more litres of water. The man was trembling at the liquid intake. “My lady, I just wanted to know how long will this challenge last?” Malcolm asked, placing a hand on his rapidly filling bladder. “Until I am sure that you have the biggest bladder, this challenge will go on” Lady Athena smirked. She could see his bladder distinctly bulging over his breeches and she knew he had some serious pressure building up, much to her amusement. Little did Lady Athena know that her day was going to get much busier though. A huge blow of trumpets from the courtyard announced the arrival of Prince Noah to the castle. The Prince had travelled all the way to Lady Athena’s castle far up north to take an account of the law and order in her state. “Very welcome my prince, it is a great honour to have you as our guest” the lady greeted. “I am pleased my lady, could you please show me to my chambers, it has been a long and cold journey and I would like to have some rest” the Prince said. Lady Athena personally showed the Prince to his chambers and once alone the Prince made his way straight to the privy. Though in his mid thirties, the prince was a strong and muscular man who drank plenty of water each day. Since the morning, the prince charming had drunk over two hundred litres of pure water, and a large amount of honey water and lemonade. But unfortunately for the Prince, when he tried to open the large wooden door of his privy, it refused to budge. It was jammed. The Prince thought of telling Lady Athena of the problem but then decided against it, as it was thought to be a matter of great disgrace for a monarch to tell someone about their need to relieve themselves. The Prince went downstairs to have his supper, but much to his annoyance and frustration, the servants poured him mug after mug of hard cold beer. Lady Athena wondered what a big pee the prince would take after all that beer, and decided to feed the same amount to Malcolm who was sitting right next to her at the table. By the time the dinner was done, both Prince Noah and Malcolm had drunk over twenty large mugs of beer, and Lady Athena was pleased to think of how much Malcolm’s bladder would fill over the course of the night. Noah however was absolute about not disclosing his problem to Lady Athena. So the Prince quietly went to bed, hoping to find a solution to his problem the next day.
  14. Hello once again reader! This story is the result of an art trade between myself and @Tentacool, where he wished for an omo story set in a fantasy time zone. I'm not the most adapt at fantasy, but I gave it my best shot and I don't think it's half bad! I hope you enjoy it! And fear not, I will not forget about the backlog of my other stories as well! Your feedback and support is so very much appreciated! -Orion The Green Dam and the Water Golem Prologue Nestled in a valley was the Kingdom of Aragoza. A kingdom ruled by humans that was a melting pot of different races and beings. A prosperous, peaceful kingdom that is the product of centuries of brutal war and conflict. The valley before those times was one of an uneasy peace, segregated into their factions of their brethren. The human population in what is now the capital, Arasootas, was always a marginalized and struggling people in between the dwellings of the various races of Dwarves, Elves, and the Dragonborne. With little magical power or brute strength like many of the other races, humans had to tread lightly in their small numbers to avoid even a small conflict they were hopeless to win. However, a population boom and rapid innovation of the humans allowed them to thrive, and eventually establish a military presence. A tyrannical leader rose to power and popularity, and sought to take control of the valley for their own intentions, including annexation or removal of the other factions. The rapid growth and military expansion of the self-proclaimed Xander Dynasty (named after the mentioned dictator) resulted in a military force unlike the valley had ever seen, with advanced weaponry, armor, and tactics that stood up to the strength and magical power they had lacked. A quick dispatch of a small army of orcs by the military was a successful campaign; with the consequence of the complete annihilation of their race. The message was clear: Join us, or die. Seeing the atrocities before them, the other races grew worrisome and then angry, each declaring war on the Dynasty. Centuries of on-and-off conflict persisted between the humans and the civilizations of the other races. Despite the death of tyrant leaders and the eventually fall of the dynasty into a more democratic constitutional monarchy, the animosity of the factions was still palpable. War continued to rage on, atrocities committed on both sides, and as the men and resources depleted on both sides, the supernatural factions agreed on an alliance, and sent a final hail mary to end the war once and for all. It did, however, result in a resounding human victory. The newly founded Kingdom of Aragoza annexed the regions of the supernatural and continued to expand, growing its influence as it opened connections within its borders and integrated the races it ruled over. Despite the takeover, the new Kingdom displayed much more graciousness than its tyrannical past, still claiming ownership and power over the regions, but allowing them to live in freedom, and integrating into their new society. While their populations thinned and weakened, the races slowly recovered their numbers and way of life, but some argue still live under the yoke of the kingdom, hoping for true independence. But for now, peace is the order of the day, the kingdom is a place of equality, with neighborhoods and niches for everyone, sharing their cultures and language and embracing each other as if they are their own. None is a greater example of this explained in the capital, where everyone from the humans, dwarves, elves, dragonborne, and everything in between mingle and work together. However, farther along the valley exists a dense forest, difficult to navigate and serves as the only point along the valley that serves as access to the outside world by land. The kingdom had long wished to clear the forest to improve access to the outside world, however this forest and the caverns and cliffs around them were the territory belonging to goblins. The Goblin race remained in the shadows during the time of war, and remained within their territory, looting the occasional traveler or lost soldier. They had no desire to participate, and neither the humans nor the supernatural alliance wished to have them on their side, as they were considered a treacherous and slimy group. When the word to clear their forest trickled down from the Kingdom to the goblins, the Goblin Kingdom immediately grew defensive and thwarted advancements of Aragoza by attacking their surveyors. Thus began a cold war between the smaller Goblin Kingdom and the giant Aragoza Kingdom. Negotiations always went poorly with little progress being made for years between the two sides. While the Kingdom of Aragoza could snowplow the Goblins with their military, the Queen of Aragoza and the royal family wished to improve their aggressive reputation by suing for peace. For years, an unsettling anxiety throughout the Kingdoms rang as peace between them began to strain. Chapter 1 It was until one Summer’s morning, where our story begins. The goblin Queen Caelus, awoke as if it were any other morning. She yawned, her stout, shortstack frame stretching to greet the day. Her large pointed ears perked up, hearing the wisp of the wind gently sway the trees seen from the opening in her mountain castle. Her long, flowing purple-gray hair accentuating her nude body (goblins don’t wear clothing in their sleep), her soft and squishy body that had a noticeable bulge in her abdomen. Like any other morning, Queen Caelus always had an urge to relieve herself, just as anyone else would in the morning. The queen had a strong bladder, and loved to drink the various nectars and juices from the fruit of the forest, or even better, the alcohol looted from the occasional traveler. Being a goblin, her skin and body was stretchy for the sake of resilience, allowing, in combination with her large fluid consumption, to produce a hefty bulge in her abdomen nearly every day. Still, she felt quite an urge to pee from holding her contents all night, and made her way to her chamber’s washroom, her bladder, along with her thick thighs, curvaceous rump, and bountiful bosom, to jiggle and wobble as she strided. The washroom was nothing but a small room with two buckets, one for relieving in, and one filled with fresh spring water for which to bathe herself, fetched by her royal underlings. Like any other day, the queen squatted over her bucket and relaxed her tense pelvic muscles, ready for the small ocean of piss inside of her to go shooting out as the mass in her belly would slowly diminish. Only, neither of those things happened. Odd… The queen squatted harder, actively trying to push out her liquid burden. Nothing. She strained her face, and bit her lip, trying to expel her contents. Still nothing. Caelus was perplexed, and considerably worried. Was she sick? She forgoed the bucket and instead elected to squat further to pee onto the stone floor, now desperate to relieve herself. Despite all her strength, her urethra would not open despite all the force and liquid coming down to force it so. Panicking, she called out to her underlings, and urgently requested the appearance of the Kingdom’s goblin doctors, which by human standards, were not quite doctors at all, merely those experienced in the art of trial and error rather than medicine. The doctors sat down Caelus on her bed once again, and performed a matter of primitive procedures on the poor Queen, from trying to “push” the piss out by squeezing her bladder, to having her legs pulled back to her feet over her head, to attempting to stick small rods and pulling open her urethra as she pushed, all with no results, her desperate urethra even refusing to open at all, as if it were sealed tight. With nothing left to try, the doctors simply suggested that it will go away with time, which the Queen worryingly agreed, going on with her day with an uncomfortable but manageable load the entire time. The day passed, every few hours the queen attempted to relieve herself to no end product, and continually being told that the effect is temporary and just be patient. Nighttime rolled around, and she uncomfortably rolled into bed, tossing and turning with a throbbing, bloated bladder. The next morning and the day thereafter was much the same, and then the next day, then the day after that, and after that, until a whole week had passed until she simply could not take it anymore. Her belly looked pregnant, perhaps beyond that, as her skin stretched and swelled to contain such a large amount of boiling, sloshing pee. It had gotten to the point where her normal clothes had simply gotten too tight and small to fit her figure. She scolded the doctors and demanded a new solution as opposed to just simply waiting. However, her closest advisor and friend, Paiko, stepped forward. “Aragoza. They could help us.” The queen was detracted from her ranting to hear her out. “How would they help me? They are our enemies, why would they help us?” “Please, Caelus. It is worth a try. Or do you wish to continue this discomfort and hardship that faces you every day, and will only get worse?” Her advisor belittled, accentuating her point by sticking a finger into the stretchy bulge of piss. “Nnngh!” The queen recoiled. Seeing no other option, and utterly desperate for some form of relief, she conceded. “Fine. I don’t have much hope, but these numbskulls aren’t going to get me anywhere.” She shot a glare at the trio of doctors, avoiding her gaze by looking at the ground or whistling, gazing at the ceiling. And so later that day The queen and Paiko departed their beloved kingdom with a group of Goblins to carry her highness's royal carriage, which was more like a makeshift horse cart. Goblins, even goblin royalty, were not picky regarding aesthetics. The trip would take about two whole days, two days of torture to the queen as the beaten roads and paths bumped and rocked the poor cart and transitively her poor bladder. Each bump sloshed her tank’s content’s back and forth, putting pressure on every part of her poor body, with no way of relief. Even more tortuous was the bathroom breaks her escorts were taking, freely lifting their loincloths and peeing into the wind, sighing in relief as their queen looked beyond envious. Paiko took pity on her, trying to limit the restroom breaks herself in an attempt to be sympathetic, but she reached her limits very quickly, and sheepishly excused herself various times to what was some very well-needed pisses, herself moaning in pleasure after holding as much as she is able to share the queen’s misery. While the gesture was admirable, it did nothing to help her situation. Her stretchy composition luckily lent her well, but while she was not in any fear of physically or metaphorically exploding, her discomfort beyond comparison, as well as the bulge in her stomach as well. Perhaps a comparison could be made to a pregnant belly once more, but this was one that was nine months pregnant with triplets and quadruplets, if even that. And near the evening of the second day, the lights of Arasootas came into view over the edge of the hill, the brilliant, progressive, inclusive city shining like a beacon. A shiver went down the Queen’s spine, not just from the creeps and shivers her bladder was producing, but also in anticipation of the reaction of the people of the kingdom. The goblin kingdom was not very popular, to say the least. Would they even bother to help? Would they attack them on the spot and hold her hostage? The queen’s gut told her that this was a bad idea, going through the various probable scenarios as to what would happen upon approaching the city’s gates. But that feeling in her stomach was wildly superseded by the feeling in her bladder. Desperately looking for relief and help, she had to reach out to her kingdom’s rivals. She wearily looked at the massive city as her carriage approached the gates, her bladder churning its balloon of urine, her poor body nearing its incredible limit. To be continued.
  15. It is a common rumour among those seeking to become guardians of the queen that the trials you must face will test everything about you. Physical strength, mental fortitude and stamina are things to be expected when you are training to guard the most important woman in the realm. What Sierra, cadet 1st class of the Royal College of warfare, did not expect was a test of bladder strength. When she had summoned by Lillith, Captain-General of the royal guard and a baroness, for a one on one lesson she assumed it would be the usual tests. Some intense sparring practice followed by an exam on what she learned during her time at the college. but what she found in the barren, stone-floored training hall surprised her. Lillith stood naked in the middle of the room, pale sunlight pouring down on her from the stained glass window high above them. Sierra's face turned blood red, and she averted her eyes to the window high above. "My lady, please accept my apologies" Sierra stammered embarrassed for seeing her leader in such a state of undress. "I had no idea that you were not ready for my arrival and will quickly leave if you wish." Sierra prepared herself to be harshly disciplined for her apparent mistake, but, strangely, it never came. "Cadet Sierra, you have done no wrong, lower your head." Sierra swore she must have heard that order wrong "But my lady, you are in no clothes." She heard Lillith come closer, but she would not dare look to see how close. "Cadet, I am supposed to be naked, so look at me. Besides, if you can't bring yourself to look at another woman's naked body, could you bring yourself to cut down a criminal?" Sierra swallowed and lowered her head. "My lady I am prepared to do anything in my service to the crown, I did not know that any test would involve you being naked." Sierra's cheeks were on fire as she laid eyes on Lillith's body for the first time proper, last time was only a short glance at Lillith before her gaze went skyward. The 28-year-old captain trained more than she slept, and the results could easily be noticed. Her 5,7 figure was lean and muscular, with a 6 pack many bodybuilders would kill for. Her dark blonde hair reached down to the small of her back, although Lillith often wore it in a ponytail when on duty. Her pearl green eyes were both beautiful and welcoming to her friends and piercing and menacing to her enemies. Her voluptuous C cup breasts had drawn the eyes of many nobles over the years, but, they were wise to keep such thoughts to themselves after what happened during the new season's dance. Finally, her attention was brought to Lillith's crotch. Her most secret area was hidden from Sierra's view by a large tuft of messily kept hair of the same colour as that on Lillith's head. "Ahem." Lillith's cough snapped Sierra out of her daze, and she quickly came to attention. "Apologies my Lady," she said, quickly spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back "Cadet Sierra Leronious reporting as summoned." Lillith nodded in response "Very good cadet, at ease" she ordered. Sierra relaxed her stance but still stayed on her toes, you never knew what these tests would involve. "You have been summoned here for a very special test today cadet, one that will test two attributes you never would have guessed would be something tested. Please take a guess as to what they are." Sierra glanced around, looking for anything in the room that might help her infer the nature of the tests. In the centre of the circular room, marked by an ornate pattern of great complexity, sat two covered jars. There was nothing special about them, no design or engraving on them, they could be empty for all she knew. Her eyes darted around, no sword racks, target dummies, bows and arrows or muskets. The room was as bare as Lillith's body. "My lady, I see no combat training gear nor any material for study. Are we learning hand-to-hand combat?. Captain Annya gave us our advanced lessons two weeks ago" Lillith shook her head "A good guess cadet, but we shall not be doing unarmed training today. What we shall be doing is something you might think unorthodox, even bizarre." Sierra took in a deep breath "My lady, I am willing to do anything in my training, no matter how odd it may be" she declared loud and proud. Lillith smiled "A good attitude to have cadet; especially for one seeking to become a royal guard." Sierra was glowing at the praise she received "Thank you, my lady, I will do whatever you order." Lillith turned on her heels and strode over to the mysterious jars, beckoning Sierra to follow her. She motioned for Sierra to look into the jars, which she promptly did. Inside, reflecting the sunlight seeping in from above, was 800ml of water. "2 jars, 1600 millilitres of the finest water in the land, purified to perfection by the royal mages and exactly 3 degrees Celsius" stated Lillith. Sierra was puzzled, why did she need this? "My lady, forgive me, but I do not understand. Is this water to pour over me as a test of my resistance to the cold or to bath in?" Lillith waved her hand "Neither cadet; they are to drink." Sierra was left with no answer and even more questions. "My lady I don't get it, I make it a priority to be properly hydrated, and this looks a little bit excessive. I would not drink such a large amount before going on duty because it would cause a mighty need to relieve myself." Lillith clapped slowly "And its precisely that urge we are going to fight today; for 2 and a half hours you must hold your urine." TOO BE CONTINUED After finishing Love can bloom from wet shorts (More Madison and Annie will be coming later), I was a bit lost on what to write next. I looked at my ALOA work and decided that the Tennessee story was shit so I had it deleted (The full story will be coming soon, sorry for making you guys wait so long for more shipgirl omo) and am going to rework it. While browsing omo art on Gelbooru, thinking about how I was gonna write the continuation to the ALOA, I came across some art by Dodomesu (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4662823&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4664017&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4667945&tags=dodomesu) which inspired me to create some fantasy omorashi. This series of stories I plan to stretch across various fantasy races and jobs (eg Elves and Humans Barmaids and Royal guards). I have made up some of the names and created a little world in my head (hence why Lillith is spelt with two l's) where this is set which I hope to flush out throughout the story. I hope you guys enjoy this first part. CIAO.
  16. Writer's block is a weird thing. On one hand you can't come up with anything meaningful to put down on paper - physical or virtual - but on the other hand it forces your mind to stray and come up with new, sometimes different, ideas. Some of those are really intriguing and end up becoming their own stories. Well, I have an unfinished story on this site and it's been close to a year since I did anything with it. I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do next, and until I do I still want to write. So, in a patch of boredom and inspiration, I've decided to write something else instead! This is intended to be a longer story, so expect parts to come in batches when time permits. It's gonna have lots of diapers and peeing (an outlandish claim for this forum, I know!), and lots of similarly-themed materiel, but the focus is not necessarily on these aspects. Forewarning - if you just want wetting and embarrassment there's a lot to chew through between those parts, but there will be several in every "chapter", guaranteed or your money back. So without further ado, prepare yourself for the sci-fi adventure of a padded lifetime, a look into the mysterious ways of the greatest warriors on Earth (and their obsessive drive that leads to a most curious of unintentional results)! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER I - The Girls Are Training Naomi's mouth was drier than the deserts beyond the palace, but the same could not be said for her attire. Sweat had been dripping down her sides for what felt like hours as she continued running laps, over and over and over again, and her drenched exercise pants clung to her thighs for dear life. The sun beat down mercilessly, but she still felt a keen kinship with it - it was still kinder to her than Instructor Thembeka. "Naomi!" her teacher snapped angrily from a few hundred yards away. "The King needs his Knights; step it up!" "I serve-" Naomi exhaled. She knew in her heart it wouldn't be heard that far away, and taking as deep a breath as her lungs would allow she forced a shout. "I serve!" She forced her legs to keep running. They felt like they were on fire but she knew they'd be in far more pain if she dared to stop. The Flowering Knights had a godly reputation to uphold and naught but the grandest of efforts would even begin to satisfy its instructors. Until Naomi collapsed she would be in danger. A tingle of anticipation flowed through her veins. She loved that feeling of danger, of pushing her body too far. It was glorious, a struggle! Palesa always sneered at this and called her an endorphin junkie, but Naomi didn't care what the other trainee thought. The Flowering Knights wanted her best? She'd give it to them. At the jumbling of her own footfalls, the girl was reminded of the pressure on her bladder, but immediately shoved this thought aside. As an aspirant Flowering Knight she had one duty: to protect the King and his people, in that order. All else was secondary. That included potty training. Years ago, when a much younger Naomi walked the Earth... Naomi was just a schoolgirl when her first day in the Flowering Knights trainee program began. Her mother was one of the best of these godly individuals, renowned throughout the land as the King's favored Knight - his One-Eyed Bulldog. That made a lot to live up to, even as a young child, but Naomi liked a challenge. There was no one that did not know the name of the Flowering Knights - men feared them, women adored them and the King championed them, but only the greatest of women could join their ranks. For a girl like Naomi there wasn't even a hint of hesitation at being forced by her mother to go for it. Decision or not, she was excited and ready to go. Many people lived their lives searching for meaning, but the Flowering Knights were meaning. Icons, every one! Standing in the gymnasium were the other trainees, girls of similar age but none of whom Naomi was familiar with. None of them looked like much special, just your usual schoolgirls from around the kingdom. She felt the sneering glares from several others, most likely at the fluffy ears atop her head. Naomi had been born with the blessing of Samesmelting, melded with the spirit of a wild creature. Supposedly it would grant her wisdom and strength beyond the limits of her human body, and in exchange the appearance of its features upon her. It wasn't necessarily uncommon, but it still drew the stares of enough people to make anyone feel embarrassed. Naomi was. She felt her fox ears fold back in shame, looking away. She didn't want to make any enemies before her first lesson had even begun, but it was almost unavoidable at this point - the people would do it for her. "Hey fox ears!" one of them sauntered up to her. "Got a name?" "Naomi," came the whispered reply. She was shy, and unfortunately knew where this was going. The loudmouthed girl looked her up and down. "Eww. Can't believe they let you in here without a leash." A pair of students nearby started snickering to themselves, covering their mouths and looking away. Naomi's face flushed crimson. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that kind of taunting but she'd never gotten used to it. A harsh response formed in her mouth but she held it back: confrontation would certainly get her in trouble. Her mother had warned her before the day started: Don't get on the bad side of your teachers, Naomi, the One-Eyed Bulldog had warned. Your peers can hate you all they want, but so long as you stay in the good graces of your instructors you'll be fine. "I'll be fine," Naomi mumbled halfheartedly. It gave her some small semblance of comfort, even in a time such as this. "What was that?!" the bully snapped. She seized Naomi by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. "You? Fine? How about the rest of us? No one said they'd be letting in some animal! You're probably not even house-trained!" A booming voice tore through the room, echoing off the walls. "Trainees, stand!" Every girl immediately froze in place, turning to face the new arrival. It was a rather buff woman, bearing the ornate dress of the Flowering Knights. A lapel pin indicated her as an instructor, and once this was realized the students formed a single-file line. The instructor approached, folding her hands behind her back and pacing up and down the line. "Hmm...I want to say you're a sorry-looking bunch and you'll never make it. That's what my teacher told me when I wore your shoes, but here I am. That alone should be proof that your road can be tread, be it paved with broken glass!" There was a slight pause while this sunk in. "This will hurt, a lot, but you can succeed. I will make sure of it! Every single one of you can become a Flowering Knight." The woman spun suddenly and barked out, "My name is Thombeka! I am your instructor and you will refer to me as such! Now then, who among you knows the creed of the FW?" No one rose their hand and an uncomfortable silence formed. Thombeka's eyes narrowed and looked back and forth for someone to call out, and all at once she pointed. "You! Name!" A girl nearby squeaked in surprise. "Imka!" Thombeka huffed. "Alright Imka, good on you for volunteering. Now then, what is your new creed?" Imka stuttered, starting to say something unintelligible. In that moment, Naomi felt an overwhelming need to act, and she felt herself speaking with newfound confidence: "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" There was an audible swish as Thombeka's head swiveled over. The woman peered and approached with outlandish footsteps until she stood directly over Naomi. "Hmm...name." "Naomi," her confidence vanished. She felt a very small trickle of warmth in her underwear as she leaked, barely catching herself. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, realizing that she had potentially interrupted one of the most important women in all the land. "Ahhhhh," the instructor exhaled, slowly transforming into a chuckle of her own. "The daughter of OEB. I should have figured that the One-Eyed Bulldog would bring up a girl with audacity. Runs in her blood!" Thombeka's grizzled face relaxed as she looked over the rest of the students. "All of you, say it!" "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" The chorus was chaotic and pathetic, and Naomi's ears winced at hearing it. "Together!" Thombeka barked. It took a few more tries, but finally all the girls said it together. "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" Thombeka clapped her hands once. "Better. Make no mistake - you are now a team, part of the sisterhood second in all the land only to the King himself. If you want to uphold that creed then you will work together. You do not have to like one another to do it." The instructor started chuckling sardonically at this. "And until your actions and words endanger your creed, none of your instructors will stop you." Someone raised their hand. Thombeka pointed her out. "Name." "Palesa, Ma'am," came the reply. Naomi didn't need to look to know that voice - the bully that had called her out earlier. She felt her lips purse in frustration. If this was about her Samesmelting... Thombeka folded her arms. "Okay, Palesa - what is your question?" "I need to use the toilet. May I go?" The girl's voice had grown significantly sweeter compared to the exchange with Naomi earlier. "No," Thombeka replied without missing a beat. "You're in training right now." When the student looked confused and horrified, Thombeka sighed in irritation. "Your creed is to protect the King and then his people, in that order. Everything else is of secondary consideration." Palesa stammered. "What does-" "That means," the instructor cut her off. "That your training as an aspirant Flowering Knight is the most important part of your life for the foreseeable future. Training, training! You must become strong like a lion, faster than the wind and sweet as honey! These things will make you an FW and ensure you can uphold your promise to your king!" The woman leaned in closer, a hardened look on her face. "I will make sure you are able to do so. It's my duty now to train the next Flowering Knights and ensure our creed will continue!" She pointed accusingly at Palesa. "Your King is in danger right this moment! Will the enemy wait for you to take a tinkle and calm your embarrassment?" Palesa didn't answer at first, but a glower from Thombeka fixed that. "My duty is to protect the King!" "Correct! So you will ignore the protestations of your body - if you are sore, you will persevere. If you are tired, you will force yourself to continue. If you have to pee, you will hold it or you will go - I do not care, and neither does anyone in the Flowering Knights. But, you will never stop in your promise. Is that clear?" There was dead silence in the room. Naomi heard her heart beating in her eardrums. The truth was, she'd already been exposed to this type of lifestyle, at least partially, by her mother. She'd never fully been potty trained herself, much to her embarrassment. She was usually fine with the flaw but she was certain the other girls would make her life hell for it. Her mother had insisted it was a problem that would solve itself. Naomi didn't believe that in the moment - it sounded more like everyone else would be forced to share her problem instead. Palesa's voice sounded pale, almost sick to her stomach. "I...yes Ma'am." There was a sharp inhale from Thombeka. "There's no place for humiliation and embarrassment if you want to succeed on the field of battle. The sooner its beaten out of your system, the better. If you're worried about making a mess on the floor, then I commend your sense of cleanliness. Ask any of your instructors for help - you're more than welcome to wear diapers if you so choose." Again, silence. Taking that as no-further-questions, Thombeka continued. "Now then - let's start off simple. Jumping jacks, begin!" The instructor immediately started in with the exercise, and without any further input the girls began to follow suit. Oh, that was a mistake. The PT didn't just start, it never stopped - Thombeka kept going, and going, and going and going and going. Soon the trainees were huffing and puffing, gasping for breath and flapping their arms with exhaustion. After countless minutes, Thombeka stopped. "Alright, sit ups. Find a partner and begin. I'll let you know when you're allowed to stop and switch. We start in sixty seconds." The girls did their best to scatter, too tired to debate and be choosy. Somehow still, most found a way to acquire a sit-ups partner before Naomi could ask. Soon it looked like it was down to just her and Palesa. She was about to consign herself to this defeat when someone gently fluffed her foxy ears from behind. "I need a partner still..." someone said meekly. Not recognizing the voice, Naomi turned her head and met herself eye-to-eye with Imka. Feeling a flood of relief, Naomi bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The two assumed the position. Imka offered to start, which Naomi was only too happy to allow. Her limbs still burned, and any chance to rest was welcome, even if that meant keeping her potential friend stabilized so she could sit up and down repeatedly. Small effort was preferable to exhaustive effort. Imka whispered. "Hey, thanks for speaking up for me back there." It took Naomi a moment to realize what the girl meant. "Yeah, anytime!" She did her best to smile, but felt awkward in so doing. There was a gruff noise from nearby: the instructor. "Speak freely amongst yourselves, girls: your attempts to hide your words irritates my ears. You will know when I demand your silence." The two girls looked at one another before giggling a bit. It wasn't much, but it was the start of a friendship, and that was good enough for Naomi. Finally, she had one person that seemed decent she could rely on. It was just under ten minutes later before they were given the go-ahead to switch. Imka was breathing heavily and delighted to have an opportunity to tag out. Soon Naomi found herself crunching. She tried to focus and steady her breathing, synchronizing with her ups and downs until she settled in on a rhythm. Music was a pattern of life and it would help her here. If the last jaunt was any indication it would be at least five or ten minutes until she could catch a break. Thirteen minutes after, Naomi began to realize the importance of volunteering to go first, even when exhausted. She sucked air through her teeth, noticeably slower than before, as the droning lecture of her instructor continued. "You can go slower if that's all you can do, but you will not stop. Not yet!" As Naomi crashed onto her back once more she heard a trickling sound from her left, and one of her ears twisted on instinct to get a better listen. It sounded like water being poured nearby, but she remembered her predicament and sat back up instead of focusing. Getting singled out by Thombeka would- "Eek!" someone to her left yelped, and there was a scuffling noise. The instructor was on them in a moment as everyone sat up to look. Palesa lay on her back, doing her best to cover her shorts with both hands as a small puddle slowly spread out from under her. The poor girl's exercise partner was on her rear, scooting backwards to outrun the wet danger. Thombeka roared: "Name!" "Palesa!" "Noxolo!" The instructor but her hands to her hips. "Why did you stop?" When no one answered, she continued. "Oh no, your comrade wet herself and your shins might get dampened. The King is in danger and you swore to protect him! What do you do?!" "We serve the King," both girls replied shakily, and Noxolo returned to her partner's side. Soon they were all back to doing situps like nothing had happened, and every girl present began to fully understand that magnitude of what their oath not only meant, but what it meant to take it. Hours later they were finally allowed to cease exercises for the day. Naomi's entire body was cramped and protesting any movement, and all her peers were too tired to argue, poke fun or commit any form of jesting beyond necessary verbal exchange. They were physically removed of all energy over the course of an afternoon, of such intensity there was not a single girl that survived the initiation with dry pants - endless PT combined with the necessity of hydration was a simple equation that led to the same point every time. Naomi had fallen victim during a sprint. She'd won the race, but left a trail of shame behind her, and part of her fluffy tail had gotten damp along with it. Mercifully, everyone was too tired to jeer even by that point, and no one else fared any better. By the time they'd retired to the communal barracks they were all in the same boat - sweaty, panting and stinking of wet pants. No one spoke as they showered off and switched to proper uniforms - knee-high skirts and long blouses - before sauntering off to the dining hall. The meal prepared was bountiful, served by FW's sporting flowing maid's dresses that bowed courteously at every turn. Fried pork, steamed vegetables, ice-cold milk and more! It was a veritable feast that washed away all the pain of the day's efforts, and by the time it was over the girls were seemingly back to normal, and chatted amongst themselves in high spirits, delighted at the turn of events. Even through the friendly surprise, Naomi began to see cliques forming, something her mother had also warned her about. Imka was thus far the only one that had opened up to Naomi, and she considered the softspoken girl to be a true friend. At least so far. Palesa was shaping up to be the most problematic element, and watching the bully girl's charisma at work filled Naomi with uncertainty and concern for the coming days. Unfortunately, being the first to have a potty accident hadn't done as much damage to Palesa's image as Naomi had hoped. It wasn't helping, but all the girls were in the same place - peeing your pants was no longer just an action of shame. It was a promise. The hours went by as the next phase of their day came and went. Book studies on a variety of subjects, including history, tactics, literature of heroes long since passed and a deeper understanding of the country and its people. Some of the girls started to doze off and were rewarded with a stern snap from instructor Nobantu. The older woman was of much more agreeable manner than Thombeka, but the slightest hint of disinterest in her teaching would set her off like a firecracker. As such, Naomi rapidly learned not to let her mind wander. She only fell asleep once during the whole stint, giving herself a nosebleed when her face smacked into her desk. Cleverly, she passed this off as an effort to keep herself awake, which the teacher seemed to accept. The only further distraction was the fidgeting of a student at her desk here and there, and with blessed hearing Naomi was able to hear the telltale hissing of her colleagues failing to hold on from time to time. Every time it happened her face reddened, knowing that it could just as easily be her. By the time they were done they were uninterested in the allotted one hour of personal time. Unsurprisingly, most simply went to their beds and collapsed. However, for Naomi, there was something important to be done. She perused the halls, walking around the long and grandiose architecture before finding the library. "You're up late," Nobantu's genteel voice spooked her. Naomi's hair stood on end and she felt another small leak. The girl spun about and bowed. "I'm sorry, instructor. I just...had something I needed to ask." "Go on, then," the older woman nodded lightly. Just say it, Naomi. The King is in peril, and you must act, not hesitate. "I was just wondering if I could get something to wear for nighttime." Nobantu didn't respond, watching expectantly. Naomi tried again. "You know, for uhm..." Again, the instructor refused to acknowledge this. She looked on, waiting for a direct and proper response. It took a few more seconds and a hearty breath for Naomi to work up the courage to say it out loud. "I need to wear diapers at night so I do not wet the bed." "Better," Nobantu finally acknowledged the girl's request. "Was that so hard?" Naomi's ears flattened again. It was one thing to be denied access to the bathroom, it would be another to wake up in damp sheets, especially when all her peers would be sleeping in the same room. They were still learning about one another, and that particular situation was something she didn't want to be known for. Nobantu led the girl down the hallway and back the way she came. They entered the medical office, a deceptively spacious room stocked full of various medicines in shelves and lockboxes. In the far corner, beyond the cots and medical machinery the finest minds in the country could develop were a few closets. When Nobantu opened one, Naomi had to stifle a gasp. It was full of diapers, packages upon packages stocked as close to one another as possible. The instructor grabbed one and passed it to her nonchalantly. "There's ten there - not very absorbent, but they're slim and discrete, and fit like underwear - they'll keep you comforted and protected until the morning if you'd like." Naomi didn't wish to be disrespectful, but felt compelled to speak up. "I thank you, but I don't need all of these. Just one should suffi-" "You're not special: lots of trainees need or request them. Your call - none of the instructors care about your continence; only your capabilities." Nobantu turned about and started to leave. "The door's always open - help yourself or not." Naomi only needed a few seconds to mull her options over. Dutifully closing the cabinet, she clutched the package of diapers close to her chest and ran back to her room. The realization that anyone in the facility could walk into her carrying such a thing gave her renewed energy and purpose, if only for long enough to reach the safety of confinement. But safety was a strange word. Sure, Naomi was now removed from the instructors and staff of the Flowering Knights, but now she was in the proverbial lion's den that was her immediate peers. Several sideways glances appeared when she entered, but most looked away. Despite being partially covered by her arms they all knew damn well what the package was, what it was for and the leering potential that it would be them the next night, or the night after. Palesa had no reservations about capitalizing on this. "Of course you'd be the first one to give up," the girl sneered, and a few others joined in on the passive-aggressive taunting. Naomi hugged the package tighter and moved to her own bed, doing her best to ignore it. Lashing out wouldn't solve anything right now and she was too tired to get into it. "Lay off, Palesa," Imka mumbled from nearby. "You were the first to fall." Several girls harumphed in agreement and the bully backed down with a, "whatever", going back to reading her book. Naomi prayed a silent thanks to her friend's insistence. True to the instructor's word these were discrete. Shaped like panties but with extra padding, they were easy to slip into and hide underneath pants or a skirt or anything else. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange comfort from the soft padding that hugged her like a fluffy cloud. It was embarrassing, but so long as everyone else was embarrassed she decided she could deal with it. Soon the girl had forgotten all about her predicament, her training, the bullying and the friendship she'd begun, settling into the hazy lines of the book in her hands, drifting off to sleep at some time unknown. The present day... "Step it up!" Naomi hissed to herself, forcing her legs to pump harder and faster. She accelerated down the racetrack, feeling the wind whipping across her sweat-soaked body and pants as she now made a full and concerted effort. It was a glorious feeling, and for a few dozen meters more she forgot all about the pain in her body. She was strong and free, and that was what mattered. As Naomi crossed the finish line Thembeka blew a whistle. "That's enough! Naomi leads by two and a half laps. Take fifteen to hydrate and get ready for the next exercise." "We serve!" came the chorus from all over the track. Naomi slowed her breathing and bent down, forcing her heart to slow down as her hands made it atop her knees. Standing was important, and the stretching helped ease her aches, but in trade she felt a familiar warmth start to puddle in her padded underwear. Sighing, she let the feeling wash over her - she had done her best and she had won, and that was all that mattered. Anyone that thought otherwise was wrong and had lost. Having a soggy diaper was a small price to pay for victory.
  17. Here's something new I've been working on. A more innocent and relatively lighthearted story, while still having lots of fear accidents. Hope you enjoy! “Run! Run!!” Valery screamed to her friend. It took all of her willpower to wait a second and ensure Morgan had begun to flee, before starting her own flight. An arrow whistled through the air, sailing just by Valery’s ear before embedding itself into the dirt road. Behind the pair, the vicious snarling and howling of a pack of gnolls filled the air, along with a light hail of arrows and thrown spears. Valery heard a metallic clang, and felt something strike the back of her breastplate. She gasped sharply, fearing the worst, but when she didn’t fall over dead, she figured her armor must’ve actually saved her. She blinked away tears, and choked back the bile in her throat, concentrating only on outrunning the gnolls. Beside her, the young mage was clearly struggling to keep up. Morgan was never particularly fit, and as terrible as this little exercise was to Valery, she knew it must’ve been ten times worse on Morgan. Additionally, Morgan had no armor, meaning when one of these arrows hit the target, Morgan was a goner. Valery quietly cursed the fact that she was the only one of them with any protection, “Do not stop running, no matter what!” It seemed like Morgan needed no convincing, but Valery slowed her own pace down, until she was just behind the mage. Though it was hardly what she wanted to focus on, the sudden foul smell she detected as soon as she was behind her friend was difficult to ignore. She could hardly blame her, though; there weren’t many good reasons to soil yourself, but this was absolutely one of them. She lifted her shield arm up, high enough to cover her own head and Morgan’s back. Sure enough, something slammed into it, and then something even heavier impacted the shield, nearly knocking the young fighter over. She quietly pushed away the mental images of what would’ve happened if she hadn’t moved to intercept the shots. Morgan stumbled a little. Her thin arms weren’t pumping energetically as she ran, more flailing wildly. Her rapid footsteps became uneven. Exhaustion was taking her, and in just a couple of moments, she would collapse. Valery’s muscles screamed in agony, as well. Another howl sundered the air, hurting her ears, but this one sounded distant. Strangely, what followed was quiet. The snarling had stopped. There wasn’t much time to think about the implications of it, as Morgan finally crumpled to the ground with a groan and a whimper. Out of options, Valery spun around, shield and sword ready. She would have to stand her ground and hope for a miracle. Except… it looked as though the miracle had already come. The gnolls were backing off, their terrifying hyena-like faces disappearing into the brush. Many of them still looked at the women, mouths watering and fangs bared, yet they still retreated. It finally dawned on her that the great howl a second ago was a command of sorts. Some sort of gnoll alpha had called them back. For what reason, she couldn’t even begin to guess, but it was exactly the miracle she needed. Valery fell down to the ground, landing on her rear, and panting heavily. She muttered prayer after prayer to the gods, thanking them for sparing the two. At some point during the ordeal, her hair tie had come loose, and her platinum blonde hair now hung messily down to her shoulders, and in her face. Her clothes were ripped and torn all over. Her brown pants (which she supposed would’ve been of more use to Morgan) were mostly undamaged, but her green tunic was falling apart, save for the bits covered by her cheap breastplate. Once she’d finally caught her breath, and the unpleasant odor of her friend’s accident had become intolerable, she got to her feet to check on the unconscious mage. Morgan had fainted, and showed no signs of stirring. Despite the terror and mortal peril they’d just endured, the dark-skinned mage looked more like she was sleeping soundly, without a care in the world. Her long black hair had a bunch of leaves in it, and she needed to change her underwear, but otherwise she looked downright peaceful. Her blue robes covered her accident pretty well, too. When enough of her strength had returned, Valery scooped up her best friend, and continued their trek to the town of Far Haven. Though it was a comment she planned to keep to herself, she had to admit that Morgan was heavier than she looked, and she had to keep herself going by either convincing herself that it was just exercise, or else imagining what would happen if the gnolls returned. After some time, her legs were about to give out, and she had no choice but to find a place to rest. She settled upon a small clearing in the trees, just off the road. She set down her friend, then made sure to lay her magic staff and backpack down beside her. Valery carefully set her own equipment down, and then proceeded to collapse face first onto the ground. She savored every second of the nothingness; no monsters, no running, no imminent death. It was bliss. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Morgan finally began to awake. Valery got to her feet quickly, to make sure her friend was unharmed. “Mmmmm, Val?” She groaned in a timid, trepidacious voice. “I’m here,” She crouched next to her, “Don’t worry, it’s over, we’re safe.” “We are?” The mage sounded incredulous, “How? What happened?” “You fainted. I covered you, and then the gnolls just left. It was nothing short of a miracle… ” Morgan reached a hand over and clasped her shoulder, “Don’t be modest. You saved my life, didn’t you?” She was asking a question, but the look of gratitude and admiration on her face made it clear she already knew the answer. “W-well, I mean… ” Valery stammered out, blushing, “Maybe a little.” “Thank you, Val,” Morgan leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around her. After everything the day had thrown at them, the hug was almost too much, and Valery felt tears threatening to emerge. Once the hug ended, and Morgan fully sat upright, her smile vanished instantly. “Oh, um. Oh no… ” “What’s wrong?” The mage seemed to shrink in embarrassment, wiggling her thighs gently, “Ummm, It’s just… I think I may have, uh, messed my pants.” Oh right. Forgot about that, Valery thought, That lovely, tender moment… interrupted by messy panties... Blushing from the sympathetic, secondhand humiliation she felt, the fighter averted her eyes and said, “Oh, yeah, I think that you did. Um, I think it happened while you were passed out, and you know, I’ve heard that it’s pretty common for people to do that when they faint. So don’t even worry about it!” She figured that the accident would seem less embarrassing if it had happened while she was unconscious, rather than while she was fleeing in horror. A little white lie to maybe make her friend feel better. Morgan still looked distraught, and more than a little ashamed at herself. “I didn’t help in the fight at all, I passed out, and then I pooped myself while you carried me to safety… I’m sorry… ” “Hey now,” Valery responded with a gentle voice, “It was a bad day. If I’d had anything to eat or drink beforehand, you better believe I’d need a change of pants, too. Besides, there wasn’t much of a ‘fight,’ remember? I was running, too.” The mage once again looked at her with gratitude. It made her heart flutter. Valery was pretty sure that Morgan didn’t know about her preference for women, rather than men; and was thus sure that her feelings for her closest friend were known only to herself. When Morgan collapsed, the only thing she felt was the urge to protect her, no matter the cost. When she… soiled herself, she felt sympathy for her, not disgust. “We still have our pack, right?” The mage asked, as she gingerly stood in an attempt to not agitate her mess any further. “I believe I packed some spare underwear.” “Yeah,” she turned and opened the pack, but her search was interrupted. “Ah! Valery!” Morgan shouted, hands covering her mouth. “What?! What?!” In reply, Morgan stepped behind her, and gripped… something. She jerked on her armor, then walked back around to her front. “Did you not notice this?!” She was holding an arrow, which had been lodged in the back of her chestplate for hours. Valery could only laugh an empty, exhausted laugh. ---------------------------------------------------------- Not much later, Morgan washed herself off in a nearby river, while Valery waited close by. She wasn’t close enough to stare, but close enough to hear if anything went wrong. As she waited for the mage to finish up, she reflected on the last few days. Contract work for adventurers was drying up all the time, the two had been working with dwindling coin reserves for months. At last, there’d been a ray of hope in the distant town of Far Haven, established across a long stretch of unexplored wilderness, teeming with beasts. The town was meant to serve as the first of many settlements in uncharted territory, but was almost immediately overwhelmed by the monsters surrounding it. And so, back by the treasuries of a dozen interested kingdoms, they put out a call for adventurers, warriors, wizards, and everyone else to journey there, and deal with the threats. They promised more contract work than anyone had ever seen. Of course, they’d also promised that the trip there would be safe, and that went poorly to say the least. But still, it was their best hope to make a living. With night nearly upon them, Valery wanted to at least make it out of the woods before they stopped to camp. As soon as Morgan finished cleaning herself up, it would be time to get a move on.
  18. My first time writing an interactive story! English is not my first language, but im pretty sure its readable. I might take long breaks but i wont abandon this story, so dont worry if i suddenly go silent for a few days („• ᴗ •„) --- It was another rainy evening after work. Your boss was merciless, showering you with extra paperwork and tasks, and your exhausted and sleep-deprived mind wanted nothing more than to go back to your cozy apartment and go to sleep. However, the bus was taking a little longer than usual, and you, being the poor unlucky fella you are, left your phone at home to charge. And there you were, sitting at the bus stop, leaning onto the wall of a nearby kiosk as you watched the raindrops hit the ground. Your mind was already somewhere else, but you tried your best to stay awake, despite your eyes shutting involuntarily. A soft yawn escaped your lips as you looked over to the timesheet - the bus was supposed to arrive fifteen minutes ago. You let out a frustrated huff, shifting your hood into a more comfortable position as you thought over today. You decided to close your eyes for a second to rest your vision, but, so engrossed in your own thoughts, you didnt even notice as you slowly drifted to sleep, the sounds of the rain growing more and more distant... *** "Ah, good, you`re awake!" A gentle giggle forced you out of your slumber. You blinked your eyes open, confused as you found yourself laying in a hospital bunk. You looked around, taking in your surroundings. You appeared to be in an unfamiliar, old-fashioned-looking infirmary, the sun seeping into the room through the blinds. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, taking a few seconds to fully wake up. "Can you talk?" You jumped slightly, as the same voice from before caught your attention - a young woman wearing a nurse uniform sat in a chair next to you, her hand resting on the edge of the bed. She blinked, waiting for an answer for a few moments before speaking again. "You were unconscious in the woods, but you dont seem to have any injuries.. What`s your name?" The nurse gave a friendly smile, twisting a strand of her curly brown hair on her finger. --- What`s your name? A) Oscar [male protagonist] B) Cora [female protagonist] C) Cory [enby protagonist]
  19. Hi, this is my first time doing an interactive story here, so I hope you like it. -------------------------------------- Grace is a 25-year-old young witch. Quite young, since witches live for many years. And being so young makes Grace a novice when it comes to magic. She's pretty good at spells, but with potions... Not so much. And that's why Grace takes to making potions, to improve her skill of alchemy. Grace has long, blonde hair, her eyes are green. She has a slender and curvy figure, And she's also a little short, at 5'1 feet tall. That morning Grace had risen early as usual. She poured herself coffee and porridge for breakfast and then went to the room she used as an alchemy study. Grace really wanted to make a new potion, but she didn't want to see the potion book. No. She wanted to experiment and try something new. She knew it could have serious consequences if she mixed ingredients randomly, but what's life without a little risk? Grace decided to take mandrake, valerian root, an earth frog, toad slime, a cherry, and a few drops of a semi-transparent liquid. She mixed all the ingredients in a small cauldron with boiling distilled water. She stirred and stirred until an explosion of brown smoke came out. Grace was excited, and she wanted to try it out to see what effect it would have. But Grace felt she needed to add something else to the potion. She looked at the ingredients again and thought about which one to add. What ingredient should Grace add? A. Earth Frog (Nausea effect) B. Toad slime (Diarrhea effect) C. Mandrake (Laxative effect) D. Valerian root (Diuretic effect) E. Other (Specify which one and what effect it will have) -------------------------------------- Grace's Status: Bladder: 10% (Empty) Intestines: 0% (Empty)
  20. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The princess was captured! Stolen away by a fierce she-dragon for reasons unknown, a true hero must step forward to save her! The kingdom shall reward this brave hero with honor and glory unparalleled! To face off with a beast most powerful in service of his country is a feat that will be recited in stories for all of time--- where'd everyone go? D-dragon? No, I meant to say "easily-dispatched, tiny lizard." Come on, guys... Ok, this might take a while... Hang tight, Princess --- we'll have you back in your seat at that tea party post-haste! You shan't miss a cup! :]
  21. meadow

    debuffs

    From the album: meadow's diaper art

    magic knight girl getting hit with some interesting effects from the local dungeon been thinking of writing a fic about this character for a while; i wanna slowly stack ab/dl and continence-related debuffs onto her
  22. Chapter 1 [The final quest to return back] "Time end" is a name that was full of significance, but at the same time, it seemed to fool those who heard it. In fact, it was the name of a simple desert land, an expanse of sand as large as the entire kingdom. If you listen to the marauders, "Time end" represents an hourglass with infinite grains of sand, like the desert from which there is no escape. If you studied the history of the Armond kingdom in-depth, you would discover that the name comes from the spell it has eradicated the realm of the same name from existence in a time gone by. Now the moor was crossed by a dark-haired girl wearing a white shirt and pants, how she got there is a mystery even for herself, her last memory was having decided to make a subscription to try the latest version of a game illegally downloaded, and that she had loved it madly, she couldn't remember anything else. However, strangely she wasn't scared despite being in a deadly desert at noon. For an ordinary girl, it wouldn't be strange to panic. However, Eloise had a smile on her lips, and it was not a usual smile: it was an expression of pure happiness, an uncontrollable expression, not she couldn't have stopped smiling even if she were dead. "The truth is, her biggest wish had just come true." "Shop!" said the girl breaking the silence. A virtual window opened in front of her. "It's very hot! Probably it's midday," she thought as she looked briefly at the sun in the sky and breathed in a blast of hot air. 0 coin: this was the writing observed thoughtfully by the girl. - you feel the pressure build-up -pssssssh- A hissing was the only noise the brunette heard, a sound that always made her blush and her heart pound. The hiss lasted about 7 seconds, so they wouldn't even understand what had just happened if someone else were near the girl. However, Eloise was in a paradoxical mix between bliss and frustration. Her white linen pants felt fresh, after all, the urine was colder than the scorching desert air. The girl would have gladly emptied her bladder under other circumstances, she felt pretty full, and if she was in a shopping center, she would have already found a solution, but now with disappointment in her heart, she had to stop the flow. [First Intentional Wetting] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins + 1 large bottle (1500 ml) - Title earned: (Novice Wetter) + 1 parchment (Over holding) - Welcome player 1 (Eloise Lyfart) + 1 interactive map + 1 exploration backpack + 1 clothes box + 1 getting started guide + 1 medium bottle (1000 ml) + 1 savory brioche (250 g) "Is this your first time in N.O.Q.?" Yes No After giggling lightly at her nickname, she said mentally and with conviction: "No." "Do you want to do the tutorial?" Yes No Here Eloise was doubtful: doing the tutorial in first person would have been great for her, however, she would have had to give up the trick she had discovered thanks to her incredible curiosity or maybe more than her thanks to her perverted mind. "No" - tutorial skipped - updated current quest: [Leave the Desert] "It's time for Farming," thought Eloise starting to be horny; her panties were drenched from the release earlier, and what she was about to do gave her more than just a tingle in her pussy, so she started to" Farming". Eloise's "trick" was simple: getting out of the desert would have been part of the tutorial, so no "malus" but only "rewards" were given inside it. For example, if she found an unbudging cactus and drank its juice, it would only fill the hydration bar without suffering the paralyzing effect. At the same time, if she were to get wet, it would not punish her bladder capacity or her own continence, not that Eloise didn't mind playing incontinent at a specific time. So there was more: in the tutorial area, it was possible to achieve objectives with extreme ease; this is because the player would not level up until he had acquired the mana core and the status, obtainable only after exiting the desert, meaning that Eloise could overcome the restrictions of the algorithm that calculated the difficulty (if she was really in New Omo Quest). The girl was a bit sad because the scat expressions were disabled in the tutorial. Therefore she can't "Farming" from that side, but she resigned herself to it, and after having decided what to do, she looked around, ready to implement the plan: Firstly she took off her simple sneakers, feeling her feet burning as she sank into the sand; Then she undid his belt and took off her pants, putting them to dry on a dune while her white cotton panties that covered his chubby ass were well exposed to the sand. Eloise fingered through her panties: she always liked touching herself through them, rubbing the damp fabric, even if now, with the atrocious heat, she didn't feel goodly at ease. -pssh- With her legs closed she released just 2 drops, at least enough to see her wet spot get bigger. [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle (500 ml) [Rewetting ×1] + 50 coins + 1 light incontinence panty pad - Title earned: (Panty-wetter) Usually, even from level 1, earning a title so quickly and with so little effort would be impossible. Eloise called it a "trick" but thinks the game developer has probably deliberately added it as an easter egg. Satisfied by her functioning, Eloise waited for the desert wind to dry the cotton on her underpants. About ten seconds were enough, and then she continued with her method. -pssssh- [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle [Rewetting ×2] + 100 coins + 1 moderate incontinence panty-liner . . . [Rewetting ×40]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 2000 coins + 1 Colossus - Title earned: (Yellowed Cloth Fetishist) - Title earned: (loose pee-hole) + 1× skill rune (Staining urine) [Rewetting ×41]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 0 coins "I can consider myself satisfied," said Eloise, a little worn out by the actions. Now her bladder was nearly empty, and she couldn't risk emptying it completely: she had a secondary quest to complete, and due to the sweat due to her heat, she drank the large bottle. She also removed her underwear, becoming naked from the waistline in a puddle of wet sand, with her legs spread and a little sticky on her thighs. - white cotton panties (yellowed×41) -? -? -? Peeing your pants gave the panties random buffs and debuffs, but Eloise couldn't see them now that she was out of mana, so she reluctantly removed them to put them in the clothes box, a pouch enlarged with magic. She took with her hands the linen trousers lying on the dune, now they were hot to the touch of her, which didn't help her, then decided to stay naked for a while, wearing only sneakers and a white shirt. 42,410 coins: this was the wording in the shop. With a satisfied smile and an almost empty bladder, Eloise decided to start her adventure in earnest. "100 Steps Right." "150 steps forward." "10 Steps Right." Eloise was walking, tidying up her bag, trying to remember where she had to go, but doing it with the keyboard was simpler than walking among the sand dunes with her legs feeling sticky after all the pee. After a while, before her, at the base of an exceptionally high dune, was what looked like a brick entrance to a dimly lit gallery. "So soon we'll fight." thought Eloise, a little peeved because she didn't like fighting in first person without overpowering skills, and after all, she was afraid to feel the pain of an arm that is cut off cleanly with a scimitar, that's why she opened the shop, a thing that theoretically she could do but without do anything cause of the low amount of money. [Sorcery Growth Bundle] - pre-enchanted wand (100 mana) - arcanist's dagger (100 mana) - bipedal weathercock coat - magician's panties (?) - wizard's boots (?) - magician's ring (?) - 5 health potions (100ml) - 5 mana potions (100ml) - 1x Skill Rune (Mage's evolution) Cost: 15000 coins [Warrior Growth Bundle] - iron sword - 2x throwing knife - lion leather cuirass - barbarian culottes - fighter bands (?) - fighter bracelet (?) - 10 health potions (100ml) - 1x skill rune (Fortitude of the physique) Cost: 10000 coins [Dancing Barrier] "A disposable protection that protects your life" Cost 5000 coins "It's a pain that I have to use my coin on unserviceable items, " thought Eloise, buying all 3. Now her backpack and clothes box was full of items that she couldn't use yet due to the level restriction, however before entering the cave, she put on her white linen pants, her barbaric knickers(a pair of rough underpants of a whitish fabric, that despite the appearance are very comfortable), then her cuirass and then she put on her cloak. Before entering, she tested the wand, it wasn't necessary to cast spells for any wizard, but she didn't have a heart of mana yet, so her mana was 0. The test was to use arcane magic to throw an ice spear into the air. With only 25 mana, she had managed to get it to the other side of the dune, so she thought it was so easy that she wondered if things were made more accessible for her. Arcane magic was divided into 2 categories in the world of N.O.Q., the elemental and the specialized one: the elemental one has a logarithmic cost and was calculated based on the physical properties of the element that made up the spell; for example, if Eloise wanted to create from nothing a liter of water at average temperature would cost her 1 mana point, and this remains unchanged in most cases. For the specialized one, the calculation was incredibly complex. If Eloise wanted to transport a milliliter of her urine into another's bladder, only 10 meters away from her, she would not be able to do it with 100 units of mana. After the tests, she entered the tunnel holding the iron sword in her right hand and in her left the magic wand. - you feel the pressure building up "Are you telling me that I'm peeing myself from anxiety?" Eloise thought, smiling lightly. "The tutorial is easy as fuck" she said softly to comfort herself. At 10 meters from the entrance, the corridor began to shrink, and the torches along the wall to distance themselves. Furthermore, it can be seen that it begins to descend as a spiral, preventing you from seeing behind the curvature further forward. "......mana...power.." "...incontinence.." Eloise heard two female voices arguing, so she slowed down, knowing they were the two marauders of the first fight. "Who is there!?" yelled a woman with olive skin wearing a white turban and beige with gold embroidery robes. "..." Eloise said nothing and wrapped herself in her cloak. "Israa, go check," ordered the earlier woman to a younger one, without a turban, with short dark hair and lighter skin, apparently wearing the same marauding clothes, but she also had a very nice shoulder strap that attracted the girl's attention. Eloise saw the young Israa walking in front of her without noticing anything. - the pressure is now unendurable "It feels bad without externalizing it," Eloise thought as she squirmed, being at the point of leaks, but she needed to wait to be 100% sure of not taking damage. "There is nobody!" The young woman said as she walked back. "Well, help me pull this stone out," she ordered back the older one. "It's our chance Israa: finally we can eradicate the curse from our tribe! Eloise was thinking about what the curse could be, even from her home, she had always read the dialogue, but in the game, she hadn't found such a tribe. Trying to not wet her pants, she took out her wand and channeling the mana created 1 frost spear and threw it straight into the back of the older woman. The impact and speed were insane, and the woman could barely turn around before she fell to the ground dead. [First Kill] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins [First wetting induced] - Title Earned: (wetting maker) + 1 skill rune (Omovision) "Laya...what...aiee!" -pssssssssst- "aieeee...don't hurt me! Stay away!"The young woman screamed as she peed at seeing her partner die instantly, jumping behind a wooden crate. "I don't fall for it," said Eloise and launched a second dart of ice which, however, shattered on the wood of the chest. "You leave me no choice!" Screamed the young Israa taking a snake's fang from her shoulder strap and running towards Eloise with the now semi-transparent white trousers from her crotch to her knees, showing her black panties. This distracts Eloise, who tries to throw another dart, but the marauder becomes too close. She didn't panic because she couldn't be poisoned by the snake fang during the tutorial. She told her: "That's a good last pee, my dear." and then thrust the sword into the young girl's chest. After another "psss" and a few droplets splashed on Eloise's shoes, the marauder fell to the ground. "I managed not to get hit," she said, satisfied, drawing her sword and wiping the blade on the robber's clothes. -your bladder is leaking -psssssst- A brief release of relief saturates the whitish barbaric knickers, her linen pants giving her a cool sensation while the panties that soaked up her loss nicely instilled warmth. "This feeling is the best!" Eloise said, starting to move towards the sphere to extract it and finish the tutorial, but as soon as she touched it, I felt her body weaken. "What's happening to me... huf... huff" She feels her muscles tire, and she falls to her knees, unable to hold her own weight. -pssssssssshh- "Ahhh, at least…it's relaxing," Eloise said before passing out. "Congratulations, you finished the tutorial!" "Hmhmm? Mom, is that you? Eloise spoke in a faint and dreamy voice, she thought of sleeping in her bed in peace, but as soon as she opened the slit of her eyes, she was overwhelmed by an incredible golden light. "Get up, little girl!" Eloise hopped up, thinking this robotic voice surely did not come from her mother. She looked down and saw that the floor was an endless mirror, immediately noticing being naked except for the rough knickers, which now seemed quite yellowed, which put her a little embarrassed, then she remembered entering the game and putting her hands on the opal stone. "Is this perhaps a dream?" She said, touching her own body, she looked down to see herself in the mirror, her hair was a bit tousled, and redness on her boobs which, combined with the yellowness of the knickers, made her think she was lying face down for a period. "Are you done?" Eloise turned to her voice, but she saw nothing noticing that she couldn't see the room's edges. "Who are you? Where are they?" She asked without showing hesitation. "Do you like N.O.Q.? "...Yes, that is. Why are you asking me?" "Glad to hear that, did you like the tutorial of the new full immersion release?" "So it wasn't a dream? Or am I still dreaming?" Eloise began to calm down a little more, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and turn towards her/her interlocutor also because she did not understand where her voice came from. "You're not dreaming, baby" The voice began to take on a feminine tone, and the light converged in one point, giving shape to a tall woman. She was twice as tall as barefoot Eloise, perhaps over 3 meters. While the woman's body was taking shape, Eloise saw the huge breasts and thick ass, and then the abs, which made the girl feel a lot of jealousy but also a lot of excitement that reduced slightly when it began to form around the body being created the edges of a long white dress. "Enjoyed the show?" The emerald-eyed blonde woman asked the drooling girl. "...yeah...I mean...who are you? Are you real? "I'm obviously real, the goddess of this world, and *pauses* I'm also the one who brought you here. Thank me later." "You brought me in N.O.Q.? Why? Can I go back? What if I die?" "Hold on, baby, so many questions I'm hearing, and I want to explain only some things to you. You know the previous versions of the game, and you will have fun here, trust me, you can go back when you manage to get this title* a message appeared in Eloise's log* and if you may die, let's say that there will be consequences" the goddess seemed very amused by this last point. But Eloise didn't notice it because she was directed to the message. Final Mission: Make the Goddess of N.O.Q. soil her Panties." Reward - title (divine mess maker) "Ehmm, it seems a bit hard, but not that hard..." The girl tried to open the bag or the shop but couldn't do anything. "Did you want to do it now??" the goddess asked ironically, adding, "Do you think it's possible to succeed in such a feat? Let me give you a spoiler, you probably wouldn't succeed in a million years, it's just a way to tell you that you will stay in this world for always. I don't care if you want to return to your boring life of sleeping, eating, fingering, pissing, shitting, etcetera... "Are you serious? The game isn't endless; couldn't I get bored after many years? "My little lassie, don't worry, I made this world at least as big and vast as yours. I also expanded the mechanics a lot, don't worry, ah, you cheated in the tutorial, you had no privilege to make that easy coins!" "Just call me Eloise. I'm not a child, I don't care if from your centuries of old age, you see me as a newborn, and then I don't like forced things, I really like the gam...this world, and thank you, but I would like the chance to go back, I've got a lot of gay content to watch yet, get those panties dirty and send me home!" It may have been the fact of being naked in an uncomfortable place, it may have been the fact that Eloise didn't like her impositions, but she yelled at the goddess. Obviously, she immediately regretted it, covering her insolence with both hands and thus leaving her breasts dangling. "HAHAHA, more than solely centuries, you can speak about thousands or millions, of course, you're just a fool hilarious silly, you said right, I see you as a baby, enough I really want to see you exploring MY world but don't believe that your unpunished attitude *snap of fingers* I'll remove the shop for a while and you'll have some surprises" the goddess giggled and started to pee herself saying: "You know, when I move human beings between different dimensional planes I lose bladder control, because of you it's the third time today, hahaha". With the hysterical laughing, Eloise felt herself being dragged away and then woke up lying on the ground in her cooled urine pool. - finished tutorial for level 1 player [Eloise Lyfart] - You now have a Mana Heart - your status is unlocked - scatological expressions have been forcibly activated - the use of diapers or incontinence items is limited [Status] Name: Eloise Lyfart Level: 1 Race: Human Class: none [Stats] Strengths: 9 Dexterity: 9 Constitution: 9 Intelligence: 15 Charisma: 13 Wisdom: 11 Continence (Bladder):10 (3) Bladder Capacity: 100 (30) Continence (Bowel): 10 (3) Bowel Capacity: 100 (30) "She decreases my stats, son of a... *guts cramps*" -pprrrbbttt- - The pressure is making you explode. "Great," said ironically Eloise feeling a warm gas warming between her ass and knickers. She didn't have time to take the parchment for the over-holding when ... -Your insides are poorly damaged [reckless holding] + 10 experience points + 10 coins + 1 corduroy pants + 1 cotton panties - Title earned: (Crazy holder) - fecal continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) -bblblrrtt- -pbbrrt- -spllrck- A soggy mess much bigger than a melon smashed quickly against Eloise's white knickers, the rough underwear containing everything went to mash the mess, widening the back of her linen pants. "Yeah, I made an egg in my panties*she sees brown through white linen* an easter egg," she corrected herself. - the pressure is unendurable -psssshh- "You won!" Eloise said, resigned now, almost with tears in her eyes and her knickers now sagging and irreparably stained. [first calamity] [first complete accident] + 150 experience points + 150 coins + 2 medium flask (1000 ml) + 2 salted brioches (250 g) - Title earned (Novice incontinent) - urinary continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) - fecal continence downgrade 9 to 8 (3) - bladder capacity downgrade 100 to 95 (30) - bowel capacity downgrade 100 to 90 (30) "Bitch..." Eloise, with extreme caution, took off her linen pants, trying not to squash the mess, she was in a terrible mood but the smell of urine made her horny as always, then she took off her barbaric knickers, being prudent to not get her legs dirty dropping the egg" on the floor with a wet *squish* and putting them in her clothes bag. -barbarian knickers (very soiled) "Cleaning will be a real feat, damned goddess," Eloise thought, unaware that a marauding girl in damp pants was watching the scene with a snake's fang in her hand, ready to launch her surprise attack. End of chapter 1 Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing, hoping I will at least be able to write a second chapter. Unfortunately, I know there are some errors caused by google translate; I wish I had been born in an English-speaking country for these things.
  23. 🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
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