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  1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=avQC4QN6ork
  2. CloudedArcTrpr

    "You wanna see?~"

    From the album: New Tablet Sketches And Misc Work

    Same as the other one, only minus the bikini (and with poorly drawn parts, because I kinda suck at those in general)
  3. So, I've been wanting to draw more omo art, and I've not had a lot of specific ideas for things to draw. So I thought I'd ask here to see if anybody has something they'd like to see me draw, since I enjoy drawing most when I know at least one person appreciates it. XD Here's some omo art I've done so far, so you've got an example: I'd prefer drawing desperate guys than desperate girls, and would rather draw women peeing than men peeing (but not completely opposed to the reverse, if I like other things about the idea). Any species can be fun to draw, including made up ones. I don't currently want to draw explicit nudity, but 'furry nudity' (naked but can't actually see anything) is fine. I also can't draw humans to save my life, so furry only, sorry. XD So, suggest stuff to me here if you've got any ideas! I can't guarantee that I'll draw all of them if I get a lot, but I'll still at least draw some of them!
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  6. 14 year old foxgirl Victoria is home alone playing her video game. She is sitting on a bean bag in her underwear with soda water sitting next to her. She sat there for hours playing her game. She is way to involved in her game to notice she needs to pee. She is rocking back and forth. She feels the pressure growing in her bladder. "I can hold it just a little longer!" She tells herself that match after match. Online multiplayer is a big distraction for her. She is simply having to much fun. She sips down drink after drink. She is growing more and more desperate as the time pass her by. The need to pee is causing her to fidget. Her legs are shaking. She crosses her legs to help her hold her pee in. She puts her hands between her legs in every matchmaking screens. Victoria is getting to were she can't hold her pee in longer. She stood up and dropped to her knees. "just a little longer. I can hold it until the match is over." She peed a little while standing on her knees. Tiny amount of piss worked it way through her panties and dripped to the floor. drip after drip. Finally, her match is over! She stood up and peed a little more. A small stream of piss flowed down both of her legs. Victory hurried to cross her legs to help hold her piss in. Her fur on her legs was now wet. She was not paying attention with what her big fluffy tail was doing and it got wet. Pee dripped off her tail. She checked her panties. "Its not to wet. I can make it to the bathroom." She peed a little more with each step she took. Her red furry legs are getting soaked with piss. She is holding her crotch and sqeezing her legs together as tightly as she can. Her heart is racing. The bathroom is only down the hall. "Oh no! I can't hold it any longer!" She stood there and let it go. Piss flowed through her pink rainbows panties. Piss flowed down Victorias furry legs. She stood there while she flooded her bedroom floor. She was now standing her a puddle of her own piss. She stood there looking at her pissed soaked legs and panties. She was shocked at how must she peed. But it felt so good and she started giggling. Then her mother, 32 year old Samantha walked in. "Hey Victoria, I'm back from the store. What happened? WHAT DID YOU DO?" Victoria was horrified. She hurried to cover her piss wet panties with her white shirt. With the excitement of playing her game and pissing herself. Victoria forgot to close her door. Samantha saw the puddle on the floor. She walked to Victoria and pulled the shirt aside and sees Victoria wet panties. Victoria started begging for forgiveness. "Mom mom mom. Please don't. It was a..." Samantha pulled victoria out of the puddle of piss. Pulled Victoria tail to the side and started spanking her. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Smantha told Victoria to clean up the piss and take a shower. She then took Victorias game system. "You will get this back when you learn how to use the toilet like other foxes your age! You are old enough to know better!" Victoria felt so humiliated as she was mopping up her piss. She took off her panties and shirt and tossed them into the laundry backet. She turned on the shower and stepped in. She spent a while scrubbing the piss out of her fur. The embarrassment wore off and she started giggling. She started thinking about how good it felt to stand there and pee her panties. She noticed that the shower made her need to pee somemore. She stepped out to grab her clean pair of panties. She stood over the toilet and pissed her panties. She loved it. She stepped into the shower in her panties and started masturbated. Samantha just got done putting the groceries up. She is wondering why her daughter pissed herself like a baby fox. "She is way to old to pee herself like that. She should know better by now." Samantha had Victoria while she was just out of school. She is single and looking for a new mate. She sat in the family room and watch TV while drinking tea. The hours went by and it was starting to get late. Samantha decided to go to her room and try on her new panties in the mirror that is next to the door. She walked into her room and took off her tight jeans and shirt. She put on a black pair of bra and panties. Then a gray pair. Then she put on a pair of expensive white panties and matching bra. Then the need to pee hit Samantha like a raging bull. Samantha giggled as she said to herself "I guess that tea wants out." Then she started thinking what it must had felt to pee herself like Victoria. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart started racing. She said to herself "I have not peed myself since I was 10 year old pup. I wonder how it feels to pee my panties." She decided to let a little pee out into her panties. She looked at her expensive white panties as it slowly turned yellow with pee. She thought to herself how childish this is and she should stop. But it feels so good. She watched herself in the mirror while she pissed herself. She let it all out! She peed and peed. She flooded her white panties. She was so excited she pulled her fluffy tail between her legs and pissed on it. She started stroking her piss wet white panties. Then Victoria walked in saying: "Mom, can I please have my... What are you doing? Are you peeing yourself?" Samantha quikly covered herself with her hands. But she gave up. She was cought. She stood there with piss dripping off her tail and yellow piss stain white panties. She was humilated. Victoria asked "You peed yourself, did you mom?" Samantha knew Victoria saw everything. She admited it and told her "Yes Victoria, it felt good." Victoria face lit up. Victoria laughed. Then she spred her legs and pissed her blue panties right there in the door way. She looked at her mother and said "Well mom, we are both wet now! Are you going to spank me now?" Samantha was stunned that Victoria just stood there and pissed herself like that. But what can she do? She just pissed herself too. And she enjoyed every second of it. Samantha said "No Victoria. You can have your game system back. Just don't tell anyone about this, okay. Now go take a shower again." Victoria looked at her mothers piss wet panties and dripping wet tail and said "Admit it mom, you enjoyed it. Did you?" Samantha looked into her duaghter deep blue eyes. She dicided to admit it. She said "Yes. Yes Victoria I enjoyed peeing myself. It felt good." Victoria got excited. She grabbed her mothers hand and pulled her into the kitchen. She got the tea and filled a glass for both of them. "Mom, lets pee ourselfs together!" Samantha thought this was strange. But she did not want to upset her duaghter. Especially since she spanked Victoria for doing the same thing she just did. They both stood there in their wet panties and gulp down a ton of tea. It did not take long before the urge to pee hit both of them. Victoria got excited and said. "Lets do it now!" Samantha luaghed at her daughters enthusiasm. They both stood there and rewet their panties. Victoria sat down in her pee soaking her tail. Samantha told her to stand up. She said "Its time to clean up. Its also time to go to bed Victoria." Samantha told Victoria to go take a shower. Samantha took off to her room and started masturbated while pissing herself again. Victoria masturbated while taking another shower. After Victoria went to bed. Samantha took a long hot bath. She scrubbed the piss out of her fur. This turned her on somemore. She once again masturbated while in the bath. She felt amazing. She regretted not discovering this years ago. The End
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  10. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Max Goof Omo

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  11. 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.
  12. This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.
  13. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the commission I did for @Sake featuring his character Azhani! You can check out the story he's writing featuring her, The Bee and the Barb! (Seriously, check it out, it's awesome! )
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