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I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.

This will follow the story of a Kobold slave, named Virek. She stands at 3'4" and weighs in at around 48 lbs. She has blue scales and yellow eyes, with an ownership brand on her right shoulderblade. As in the tags, this will have wetting, messing, and probably diapers. --------------------------------------- Virek was commonly touted about as an exotic slave. Something to be looked at and sometimes laughed at. When she was barely hatched, some adventurers attacked her tribe for gold and splendor, and she was among their prises, sold into slavery. Her sapphire colored scales were a rarity, and because of this she was often dressed in exotic outfits and put on display as little more than a breathing setpiece. Today was one of those days. She was dressed in vibrant violet tights and a matching sash, practically topless. Though that means nothing, she hadn't any breasts or mammaries. She stood on display, under the heat of a bright light only intensified by the glass ceiling. She was drinking as much water as was allowed, and starting to regret it. Her bladder was calling out for help, but she was under strict orders not to leave her display. She was punished harshly last time she disobeyed, they locked her in a brightly lit room with no way to speak to others and a constant light sensitivity headache. She squirmed a little as her need grew. It had been almost an hour now, and her small bladder was stressed. She looked desperately for her owner, but found he was on the other side of the room. She didn't dare hold herself, but she knew any leaks would be obvious with her brightly colored pants. She murmured in Draconic, one of the few comforts she had to remind her of who whe truly is, and looked to the crowd. So many partygoers and onlookers that are blissfully unaware of her plight. So many that are about to get a show to remember. Virek had started dancing. As a way to hide her squirming and help fight her needs, though some required her to lift her tail highly, putting increased strain on her bladder. The owner stayed away, at the drink table talking to some noblewoman or the other. Virek kept dancing, eventually starting to discretely rub her scaled thighs together mid-dance as a half-improvised dance and half desperate attempt to keep herself in check. She couldn't stop dancing if she tried. If she stopped, she would certainly lose control. At the same time, she was getting tired. Her bladder was visibly bulged, and though it would be hard to tell without knowledge pertaining to her scaly hide, she was certain that at least a few were aware of her plight. She kept dancing, and as she feared, she turned away from the crowd in a spin and when she raised her tail for the pose.. She leaked. Three seconds of leaking, but it felt like hours. The warmth and relief almost made her hold the pose and just let it all go, but she snapped out of it. She looked down at her pants. Large, visible wet spot on her crotch and spreading to the rear, as well as down her legs. She kept dancing and hoped nobody noticed. She couldn't stop, if she did it would only get worse..

This is a rough draft of something I was writing though stopped due to getting sidetracked and I wasn't entirely sure where I want to take this either. I might come back around to cleaning it up with writing the whole thing in past tense as it jumps around from past and present. Though posting this just because I'd assume someone might want to read it here. Note, sergals are a species from a fantasy universe known as Vilous. Appearance wise, they can be described by looking somewhat like a fur covered raptor/shark. More info about them can be found on the official wiki if wanted. Image for their appearances from the wiki too. Link (SFW) Some background info of the story, the setting takes place with there being a chess tournament going on, Blue entered the game and her friend Jennifer tagged along too. She's up for a long night ahead of her with countless drinks and most likely no bathroom break in sight either. Blue is a sergal, and Jennifer is a human. A Night to Remember This was the first chess tournament Blue attended to, and she was having the time of her life so far. Everything was great, so she thought. On the outside for the sergal everything seemed pretty usual, though on the inside her bladder for sure wasn’t playing along quite well. Blue was an unordinary sergal for reasons most wouldn’t expect. Her body was rather slender, though a bit short for her species, lastly with a red coat of fur covering her too. Her deep love for holding back from the bathroom wasn’t known by any, but this was the night things were going to change. It was a cold summer evening, Blue just won her third round of chess with what felt like little effort. She even had a bit of a gathering watching her play by now too, which excited her somewhat. The last few hours of the night she’s been going through water almost at the same rate she was breathing in oxygen. Well, not quite that quick, but still enough to polish off a half litre bottle every thirty minutes to the dot. Given the third game was over now Blue got a bit of time to rest her mind and be to herself, not having to think of moves to defeat her opponents left her mind wandering, which eventually turned her attention to that growing need in her bladder. “Has it really been that long?” She thought, the tournament did start nearly three hours ago, meaning the sergal downed a little more than three full litres of cold liquid. From how much she was concentrating earlier nearly all that excess fluid went practically straight to her bladder. Working through her system until her kidneys did their jobs pumping more urine into her swelling bladder. Where she sat now, she was comfortable, though had a growing need. The only apparent sign to those looking over at her was the fact her grey tank-top was a bit more taut around her lower midsection, though that didn’t raise any questions quite yet. Blue excuses herself from the table to head over to the commons room, first talking with some friends that were attending to the event, before taking a moment to fill up her water bottle. She also grabs a one litre Coca Cola to crack open and sip on now. Given the fact she was standing and not seated, the bulge caused by her bladder on her midsection was more obvious. Blue attended the event with a close friend too which knew about her inner desires to hold, which will turn out to be a great mistake for her. Her friend, Jennifer was no stranger to this feat of Blue. Jennifer noticed Blue’s cola, ‘helping’ her by grabbing a few more bottles to carry around with the sergal. “Hey hey, good job on those first few matches! You sure did end up with quite a gathering watching you during that last game.” Jennifer said to Blue, reaching around her friend to briefly rub her hand against Blue’s midsection. Blue was a bit caught off guard as she was somewhat zoned out just having that cola, having finished half of the bottle now. That faint rub against her bladder made her huff just a bit, but she kept her cool. Snapping back into it the sergal turns her attention to her friend, facing the human. Even looking straight on at her, it was apparent for sure that Blue’s bladder was quite full. Her tank-top looked rather taut over her midsection, while her jeans even dug into her belly just a bit too. “Oh, thanks. I’m glad you were able to make it here, lots of faces I’m not familiar with around here makes me a bit nervous.” She admitted, her eyes wandered to the bottles Jennifer held, though for now Blue did what she could to pretend she didn’t see them. The growing pressure in her bladder was starting to get to her if just a bit by now. The earlier drinks counting up to be a few litres of urine sitting in her vault of a bladder, which was only filling more and more every moment that passed. “Yeah I can see why, although, here. I brought you something that should help you focus better maybe.” Jennifer ruffled through her backpack for a few moments before pulling out a litre sized bottle that was unlabeled. The fluid was a rather dark, metallic-like colour inside it, weighing down the bottle a considerable bit too.

So this whole "keeping one thread for my artwork" thing isn't going well with the 60-day stale timeout. Did this lately and forgot to post it here.

I found a rougelike where you play as a diaper-wearing Kobold trying to overcome a dungeon with magic, physical attacks, and plenty of diaper changes. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31028136/ https://hodgepodgedl.itch.io/depravity-quest The creator also has some art to release once some people beat the game, see the FurAffinity link for that. I figured some of you would like to see this. The game is pay-what-you-want, or free if you don't want to pay. I couldn't think of a better place to post this, so feel free to move this post if I puit it in the wrong forum.

So for whatever reason I kept having this urge to write out an idea I've been having involving Skyrim, more specifically the city of Riften. As one could probably guess from the title, it's largely focused on the major inn in the city, the Bee and Barb, and its Argonian inkeeper Keerava. Plus a Khajiit of my own imagining. Hopefully I can figure out how to continue this because personally I think there should be a lot more Elder Scrolls omo. Keerava was sitting on her stool, behind her bar, in her tavern, just as she did every day. Every second of every day, according to some, since nobody ever really saw her leave from that spot or the main dining hall – rumors had it that she didn’t even sleep. No wonder, with how annoying some of her regulars got. Like that Dunmer, who was walking up to the bar at just that moment. “Have I told you about Valen, my dear?” He leaned on the bar as Keerava turned around to get him his usual drink. “I love when you spin that yarn,” she said with a touch of sarcasm. “Gets better every time you add something new.” She had the cork off a bottle of Black-Briar mead and had one hand searching around the various shelves for a mug. “He killed six Imperial Guards before they dragged him to the prisons.” Romlyn spoke with great pride. Funny, considering Valen Dreth was practically a nameless criminal that ended up dead in the Imperial Prison. It was the Brotherhood, or some escaped prisoner that had a cell near Valen, or something. Keerava couldn’t remember and she really didn’t care anyways. “Was this before or after the Mythic Dawn attacked the Emperor and Valen single-handedly fought them off?” The Argonian barmaid was tired. Her hours were long, money was tight, and at the moment there was something else bothering her, but it was hardly noticeable. “Just shut up and drink, Romlyn.” With that, she handed over the man’s drink and sat back down on her stool, leaning forward with her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands. ‘What I wouldn’t give to be out of this damn town.’ Keerava sighed as she thought to herself of the possible futures. ‘I could be in Morrowind right now if I just had the money.’ She shifted in her seat and wrapped her tail around the stool, letting her head fall onto the countertop. She probably wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, especially if that priest came in and started telling everyone they were sinners, but it was a little bit of rest, and for that she was glad. Azhani was in trouble. For once, it wasn’t because of anything she’d done – not entirely, anyways – it was more because of what she hadn’t done. Namely, she hadn’t stopped to relieve herself on the entire trip over to Riften. Now she was paying for it. Miraculously, the Khajiit had managed to stay dry the whole way there, but about halfway through the cart ride she’d started shuffling around, and eventually that escalated into occasional grabbing and lots of bouncing. And then that escalated to her present situation: both hands dug into her crotch, tail lashing, eyes frantically searching for anything that could be used for relief. With privacy, of course – Azhani had done a lot of things but public exposure was not one of her strong suits. Nor was peeing around people, for that matter; she could not relax enough to let go if someone else was there, even if she were due to explode. So she absolutely needed to find a quiet place to go, away from other people. She ran down one road, attracting a few curious looks, and off to the corner she saw it. A tavern, one that would surely have beds available. Azhani leaked a couple of drops into her black panties at the thought of relief, so she doubled down on her grip and ran for the place. She couldn’t tell the name in her haste to get inside but it looked like the sign said something about Beer and Bread or something. When Azhani got to the door, she was fortunate enough to have someone already standing in the doorway – some patron, no doubt, having had his fill of booze for the day – and she nearly pushed him out of the way, leaving him to stare for a while at her tail as she ran up to the counter. It was thrashing about, moving in all sorts of directions and occasionally curling up around one leg before going back to its original business. The patron shrugged and turned around to look at his map, letting the door swing closed again. The desperate Khajiit ran straight to the first important-looking person in the bar that she could find, that being the Argonian with her head on the counter. The barmaid lifted her head as Azhani approached, and she looked the Khajiit up and down as she hopped from foot to foot with her hands digging into the front of her pants. “If you’ve got the coin, you’re welcome here,” the Argonian said, still staring at the bouncing Khajiit. “This one has coin, yes.” Azhani spoke quickly and had finally stopped jumping around, now standing firmly on the ground and rocking her body instead. “And she needs to rent a room. Right now.” The barmaid seemed to be a little amused at the strange patron’s predicament, and said, “I can see that. Ten septims and the room is yours for the night.” Azhani carefully moved one hand out of her crotch and into her pocket, digging around and pulling out ten gold coins. ‘Khajiit does not need the room for the night’, she thought, ‘but no time to argue.’ Indeed, with that thought she felt a large spurt soak her underwear, fortunately not enough to be felt from the outside of her pants, but enough to let her know that something needed to be done now. “Thank you,” said the Argonian as she slid the coins towards herself. “Room’s upstairs, second door on the right.” The Khajiit simply nodded and bolted away for the stairs, each step as she climbed forcing more and more to drip out of her, until she found herself on the second level and ran immediately for the door the barkeep said was hers. Once inside, she locked the door behind herself and stood there dancing for a little bit, looking around the room. Near the bed she found exactly what she was looking for, so she moved in that direction, reaching out with one foot to pull the chamberpot closer to herself, while simultaneously whipping down her pants and underwear in one swift motion. Her floodgates opened even before she was in position, letting some of her urine splatter on the wooden floor before the room resonated with the sound of a jet of liquid hitting metal. By now Azhani was in a squatting position over the little pot, and she sighed in relief as she widened her stance a bit and leaned forward some so that she could be sure she didn’t spill anything. Her tail waved behind her in a little satisfied flourish, and when her stream finally finished she simply used her tail to wipe off. Standing up, she decided not to re-dress, and instead took her bottom clothes completely off to inspect them. Her panties were fairly soaked, but they were black so the damage was hard to see, and her gray pants had a dark spot half the size of her fist on the crotch. Azhani set her clothes on the windowsill to dry and went to lie down in her rented bed for some hard-earned rest. At the moment, the formerly pee-filled Khajiit was not the only one falling asleep in Keerava’s bar. Turns out the Argonian did manage to get some sleep – all the patrons were either too drunk to care about her, or they were busy annoying Talen, or they even went home despite there still being a few hours before sunset. So she laid there, using her scaly arms as a pillow as she was slumped forward on her barstool. Her tail and legs occasionally twitched unconsciously, but otherwise she was well and truly sleeping. Dreaming, even. Dreaming of Morrowind, of being on the farm with her family – not what most people would dream of, but being with family sure beats dealing with drunken idiots all day. Only, there was a bit of a problem. Keerava was dreaming, sure, but in the waking world her body was shifting, moving around, gradually getting faster and happening more often. She managed to wrap her legs around each other in her sleep, and eventually her tail wound up in her lap as well. One could only imagine what was going on in her dream, but it was obvious what was going on in the real world. But surely she would have woken up by now? Perhaps she would have, but Keerava was no stranger to situations like this – granted, usually they were while she was awake, but her dedication to her job left her very little time for herself, so her body was strong and resilient. Especially the specific part of her body troubling her now, which was also stronger than usual on account of Keerava being an Argonian, their natural marshy habitat requiring them to withstand lots of hydration for a long time. And she trained herself to hold even more, which is why all that she was doing at the moment was wiggling around, not waking up. Perhaps she would have been awakened more easily if she weren’t so exhausted, and she surely would be awake by now if Talen had noticed. Strange that he hadn’t, her movements were definitely not subtle – and yet there he was, walking around the dining hall in the tavern tending to what few patrons remained. Sweet dreams don’t last forever, though, and lo and behold Keerava did awaken, immediately pressing a hand between her legs. She felt a bit wet down there – that must have been what woke her up. Her legs were already crossed, though she uncrossed them and crossed them again the other way, looking around, and thinking to herself. ‘How long was I out? And why do I have to piss so bad?’ Having very little time to consider the question, she looked over at the dining hall, glad that it was mostly empty and whatever people were there, including Talen, were facing away from her. She stood up, almost immediately regretting the decision and planting another hand in her crotch and bending over. ’Gods, this isn’t good. I have to take care of this quickly or-‘ Almost as if on cue, Keerava felt a brief squirt of pee dampen her inner thigh – and it was getting into her scales, too. ‘Or that.’ The Argonian turned around, and saw an empty bucket. Very versatile tools, buckets, especially for a barkeep. This particular bucket was intended to hold water from Lake Honrich, for cleaning the floors and tables with. Fortunately enough, the bucket was currently empty, and as such Keerava was preparing for it to hold a different kind of water. She hobbled over to the bucket, removed one hand from its place snugly between her thighs – this eliciting a wet response from her body, which was clearly not pleased with this action and demonstrating its discontent by leaking – grabbed the bucket, and moved as quickly as she could behind the nearest shelf. The shelves there didn’t provide much cover – she could easily be seen from most angles – but Keerava didn’t care. She dropped the bucket, causing it to land on its side and nearly roll away, but she stuck out her foot and expertly kicked the bucket into a proper position directly between her legs. Keerava removed the last hand from her crotch, leaking yet again, and grabbed at her waistband with both hands. She tore her pants down, and grabbed at her panties to move the crotch out of the way. Immediately upon doing so, she let out a torrent straight into the bucket. She would have blushed if she could, because the sound of liquid hitting the inside of the container was surely ringing out throughout the entire room. Keerava didn’t really care, of course, and instead closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. After a minute, her stream weakened, and she readjusted to make sure that it would continue to go directly into her makeshift toilet. When she finished, she released her hold on her panties, causing them to snap back into place – though uncomfortably, since now they were cold and wet rather than the much-preferable warm and wet – and gathered her pants back up to where they were supposed to be. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, she picked up her bucket, snuck outside, and rushed over to the nearest canal, into which she dumped the bucket’s contents. Hopefully nobody was watching – and hopefully no thieves would use this bucket against her for a while. She’d heard the stories, shops getting robbed while the owner stood by helplessly, head trapped inside a bucket or a basket or some such item. But Keerava simply sighed and headed back inside – such things were not worth worrying about at the moment.

don't you hate it when you forget to lock the door? so with tumblr closing I'm gonna make more of an effort to post some of my art here, hope you guys like what I got.

Just something I found.

Hello, and welcome to Curiousanon's Adventures in Equestria! Hopefully if things are successful there will be multiple stories in this thread, and hopefully it will bloom further out into something greater, But I'm getting ahead of myself. DISCLAIMERS! With that out of the way, let's get to options! Tutorial: Creating stories. Each story is made with a number of components. Setting, Character, Tags, Body, and Rating; Though you do not need tags for a story. [Setting] Brakonian Equestria: The most standard setting, involving mostly ponyville and its surrounding areas, though characters and other things from Brakonian Chronicles may appear here (Brakonia is not an important section of the setting, but it does have a number of things that shaped this Equestria, hence why it is mentioned) Equestrian Dungeonland: Warriors and Damsels and Dragons oh my! Travel through a mysterious dungeon, fighting monsters and saving damsels in distress along the way using your skills. Holiday Funland: A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Hearthswarming eve, Nightmare Night, Hearts and Hooves day...Or even birthdays! (Or any other equestrian holiday you can think of). Private Bedroom: For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air! (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) More settings may be unlocked or suggested with time. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Characters] Note: Not every potential character will be available immediately, some need to be unlocked, some you just have to meet before getting to play them, some you need to meet and THEN unlock. also of note is that some of their stats may not be relevant for [Spike M. Sparkle]: [Male] - [The 16 Year old Dragon adoptee of one Twilight Sparkle, only somewhat recently being hit with puberty due to a relatively complex concept of Dragon maturing best described as Stepped maturation. Having confessed his love for Rarity fully and getting a positive response, he now is waiting 2 years for them to officially begin their relationship, and is saving himself for her... Though his nubile body may betray him at times, time will only tell in that case. In a number of stories he may carry Molly's Notebook, a mysterious script with the ability to potentially turn fantasy to reality with but a name.] On top of that, he has a second personality based on his lust from a magical curse, named for the vice and often also trying to undermine his attempts at celibacy for reasons he doesn't know. (Start with Molly's notebook and an anti-libidinal potion) (stats: High libido, medium high holding capacity) [Twilight Sparkle]: [Female] - [The Element of magic and Princess of Friendship, she lives in the Golden Oaks Library in Ponyville, a bookworm at heart, she has knowledge in a great number of topics and what she doesn't remember off the top of her head she can easily pick off of the shelf within a few minutes. Though her connection with Brakonia has brought out a bit of her Mad Scientist side, fascinated with their complex magical items, creating her own, and improving ones that she's seen. She often gets too invested in her work and has pushed herself to the limit once or twice.] (Stats: Low Libido, medium high Holding Capacity) [Pinkie Pie]: [Female] - [The Party Pony everyone knows, bringing smiles to those who need them and a generally good pony to be around, despite her strange abilities to warp reality around her to comedic effect and ability to see through the fourth wall. She generally just wants to make everyone around her happier, though she's also the most sexually open of the group, whilst she doesn't bring it up at the dinner table, she has no shame and if the setting is appropriate to do is is more than willing to let her freak flag fly.] (Stats: High Libido, medium Holding Capacity) [Fluttershy]: [Female] - [The Element of kindness and the exemplar of the silent shy type, Fluttershy works as an animal caretaker near Ponyville. Shy as the name implies and innocent, she hasn't had any kind of 'experiences' in her life, and generally prefers not to mention it to her friends unless she's caught red hooved by someone in the middle of an act. Either way she is a caring friend who can worm her way into the heart with her demeanor, and accidentally ensnare the senses if she isn't careful, or if she decides to Stare you down.] (Stats: Medium High Libido, but shy about doing anything with anyone else. Medium holding capacity) We'll start with these four for now, with more characters coming as they are met in-story. More characters can be also unlocked with time. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Ratings] Note on ratings: Ratings Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, vulgar things are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in the possibility for naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear (and/or bare) it all in this setting. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Tags] You can select any number of tags as long as they don't conflict (for example no mixing Yaoi and Yuri) Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. (Cannot be used on Plot) Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. (Cannot be used on Plot) Omorashi: Add this tag to unlock bladder urges and make wetting a possibility. Also this tag is what makes the Holding Capacity stat relevant. Combat: Add this tag to make a more combat-centric story. More tags can be suggested. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Body] Body decides how the Pony characters will be presented. the only Main Character exception to this rule is that Spike will always look the same no matter the body choice (Sorry fans of human Spike or full on anthro Spike) Feral: Standard Show Style. Semi-Anthro: Having more anthropomorphic features but still being close to the 'normal' style. often bipedal Anthro: Anthropomorphic, but still having hooves on their legs in place of feet. Very Anthro: Closer to human than pony. Human: Completely Human, characters with Wings lose them, but magical characters still have spells. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Achievements] As stories go on, achievements can be gotten through doing a number of things. Here are a Few to start off. [The Inevitable:] [Wet yourself] [Tampering with Powers you Don't Understand] [???] [Lewd...] [???] [LEWD!] [???] [Schmuck Bait] [???] [Bumping the Ratings] [???] [Bring on the Waterworks!] [???] [Headache] [???] [Embrace Desire!] [???] [Relief] [???] [Noisemaker]: [???]