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  1. 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.
  2. Rvlis

    Doing Business (very minor alt.)

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Contrary to popular belief, Ritz is entirely potty trained, and is more than capable of using the potty properly; Heck he's even capable of using the porcelain throne if he's allowed to anyway. However, that doesn't mean he likes it when someone enters the bathroom without knocking when he's pooping 😛 (just a very minor edit in case you prefer the idea of him also pooping in his lil plastic potty >w>)
  3. I was searching around a few keywords on google yesterdat, and I was pleasantly surprised with this find. Plot goes roughly like this: a bunch of friends are having a lot of food and drinks, and the bear excuses himself; soon another one has to go, but finds the bathroom closed, and waits for his turn. And so, a line is formed as everyone wants to go but the bear doesn't come out...
  4. Rvlis

    Doing business

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Contrary to popular belief, Ritz is entirely potty trained, and is more than capable of using the potty properly; Heck he's even capable of using the porcelain throne if he's allowed to anyway. However, that doesn't mean he likes it when someone enters the bathroom without knocking when he's peeing :P
  5. Super awesome

    PirateTiger-Hayles-accident-small (2)

    Something I found on SoFurry.

    © I do not own this image

  6. Rvlis

    Asriel Pee-murr

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Uh Ooh, someone seems a bit flustered; I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact he went potty in his sleep and woke up to a completely drenched diapee~
  7. Rvlis

    Potted Plants

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Ritz squirmed in place, his bladder throbbing with desperation; The bathroom was occupied and he really needed to go! He knew if he didn't do something fast there was no doubt that he'd pee his pants. The cat's eyes darted around the room, looking for a solution to his urge. He spied a potted plant in the corner, and whined; Desperate times call for desperate measures, and that was probably the closest thing to a toilet he was gonna find. The desperate feline shuffled over, undid his shorts and slid down his pull-ups, and lifted his hoodie up. At the last second, he noticed this wasn't just a potted plant, it was a plastic, potted plant! However, this detail didn't mean much to his bladder as it's hold gave out, and he began immediately soaking it. Ritz sighed in relief as his torrent continued uninterrupted, however, he heard something behind him. He blushed profusely, as he noticed Amber behind him, smiling and shaking her head. "Silly kitten, that's not the potty, guess I shouldah taken you for a walk~?" She giggled, Ritz was unable to say or do anything but blush and finish peeing in the plastic, potted plant.
  8. Lythe

    Waste Not

    Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks! Chapter 1: "You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying. "I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens. Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away. "Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt? Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements. She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon. She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her. "Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man. "I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him. "Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously. "Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?" Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement. "Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear. Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid. Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank.
  9. Aquraisus

    Complete bliss

    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

    Just an anthro absol enjoy a bit of relief

    © Pokémon belongs to Nintendo

  10. lexpads

    female Furry Omorashi

    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.
  11. Rvlis

    Hot tub skinny-dip

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    There's nothing quite like a quiet evening alone, and a hot tub to enjoy it in! And while we're at it, why not get a little naughty and take a dip completely naked~? Those were the thoughts of Ritz, as he gently slipped into the hot tub alone after dinner. Immediately the warm, steamy bath soothed his body. He gave a relaxed sigh, as he slid deeper into the hot tub. The feline purred, and began just getting lost in his thoughts, letting his body relax... ...However, the warm waters might have relaxed him too much; Instantly Ritz was pulled back to reality as he felt a slow dribble of pee escape his penis. He tensed his muscles, but it was too late...
  12. Super awesome

    female YFGO.png

    Just something I found.

    © I do not own this

  13. MasterXploder

    malefemale Fluffy Boy Springs a Leak

    The preciousness of Ralsei having an accident shines within you. Pixiv link: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=72507344
  14. 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..
  15. YellowZoneMX

    female I saw mommy have an accident

    From the album: My Art

    Nicole from The Amazing World of Gumball Just a fast comic to keep the blog alive or a while
  16. 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.
  17. Rvlis

    malefemale Mittens!

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Uh oh, looks like someone's gotta go potty badly! Fortunately someone was nice enough to put him in those cute pink mittens so his hands'll stay warm~ ...Oh, they seem to be making it difficult to take off his diaper, will he be able to get to his plastic savior? Or will he find himself having a very mushy accident in his poofy-pants? :3c
  18. 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.
  19. Rvlis

    Beach Day

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Once again, poor Ritz has been yanked outta the house before he could take a proper potty break. After spending a carride trying to keep his swimsuit dry, he realized they had parked so far from the toilets.... He could either risk an accident, and try and get to the potties, or relief himself in the sea... It didn't take long for his aching bladder to decide using the toilet was not the smart move here and wade into the water to do his business~
  20. Version Platinum edition

    429 downloads

    Original: https://blankieplush.tumblr.com/post/158513061533/cadyr-winding-down-after-a-long-day-at-work I thought it felt incomplete without sound so I added the sound in myself. It took me all day to do. I hope it enhances the experience.

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  21. 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.
  22. Papergami

    female Sash's desperate dance

    From the album: My Art

    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions!
  23. Rvlis

    Beach Day (alt.)

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Ritz relaxed, the much-needed relief was heavenly; not a thing to worry about as he emptied his tired bladder into the water around him... ...Suddenly, his eyes widened as a few bubbles arising from the water let him know he relaxed too much~
  24. Rocket_Leafeon

    Rocket_Leafeon's art thread

    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.