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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.

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.

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.

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]: [???]

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.

Geology. Now this probably isn’t the most exciting field of study but it is what I decided to get into. Something about how water could just disappear under the ground always intrigued me. Where did it go? I grew up in a rather large city, people were stacked on people. The rich lived up on the higher levels and those with less lived lower. I’d sit outside my grandma’s apartment and ask myself, how did that water get go into the drain, and eventually end pack up in the sink? Eleven years later and I’m a Hydrologist on a dinky transport ship rocketing towards some colony so far outside of Authority control it didn’t yet have a standard name. Water was something most take for granted, but out in the far reaches of space it is perhaps all that matters to a budding colony. And that’s how I found myself sitting in this terribly uncomfortable seat in an all terrain Land buggy headed to look at some caves. I checked my wrist communicator. There was another 45 minutes of this drive. The buggy bounced itself along over small fern like plants following what could hardly be called a trail let alone a road. The biom this colony was located was best described as a forest. It rained often and the only colors one could see past the windshield was green and brown. Sometimes I was sure the driver, some risk management major who had introduced himself as Remy, purposefully hit every rock on the road. We had found a wave to cross through the vacuum of space at near light speed but we couldn’t invent hovercars or at least good shocks. Everything about this colony was took far too seriously. There were these huge walls set up around the main village and farmland, and no one was allowed to go past them without permission. Even though there were no biological threats detected. Nothing out in the thick foliage could eat us. And those who were given the permissions to go out had to wear these god awful body suits. The fabric kept chafing against the fur on my thighs. I do like having a bunch of pockets to put all my things on me. But military style grab is not my thing. Remy didn’t seem to mind it. He looked to be the sort of person that had a military background anyways. The worst part was the “special panties” I had to wear under the suit. Since it was all one piece as it could be vacuum sealed by adding a helmet. This meant it required the help of another person to get it off, so I was wearing a diaper. There was this odd bulk between my legs that merely added to my own uncomfort. I tried to focus my thoughts on how nice it was to have pockets. (Since the dresses and Jeans I was more accustomed to, never had pockets, or if they did they simply weren’t large enough to carry a pocket spectrometer.) “Alright, here we are.” stated Remy. “Thank, God.” As soon as the buggy came to a stop I opened the door and hopped out happy to stretch. The air was fresh out here. It hit me every time. Growing up in a city, I had never realized just how good air could smell if plants were around. Remy went to the back of the Buggy and gathered up his rifle. I snorted. Remy was a tall Jackal of sorts. His jet black fur matched his own black and green suit well. I’d not known him for very long, but what I did know is that he was discipline oriented and somewhat fond of violence. He was on the colony security team back inside the colony. And no trips outside the walls were ever conducted without a member of said team, despite my protests that spelunking in nearby caves for a secondary clean water source didn’t require muscle. At least he was a hot in his own rough sort of way. He was always wearing this hat that looked like it belonged to an ancient Australian. “You know scans and multiple biologists report there’s nothing carnivorous on this world.” “You can never be too careful. Do you see a lot of herbivores around? Why aren’t they over taking the planet? Something is eating them.” He replied, paying me little mind. I got my backpack off of the back and motioned up to my jackal partner. I paid that no mind and confidently strolled out into the brush, checking my wrist communicator to lead the way. I could hear my partner’s footsteps behind me. “So, the original planet scans showed lower density planet crust in this area?” I asked. Remy nodded. “If it really is some large aquifer then the colony will have plenty of water to sustain itself. But, that will mean that anything we find in this cave might be linked to the wells that have already been dug, meaning we will need to drive quite far out to tap into a completely different water table.” I explained. It didn’t make much sense to me why I was supposed to report to Remy of all people. “That’s acceptable.” Remy clicked on a light to illuminate the cave in front of us. “It’s imperative that we find another secondary water source, not because the council is afraid that we could run out, but because of the possibility of a toxin being introduced to the current supply.” My ears perked up. I knew that the colony was sponsored by a Engentech-alphabet, a major pharmaceutical manufacturer. But I had been under the assumption that the labs were just dissecting leaves in search of new drugs. “Just what are we researching in the labs then? You’re talking about something that rarely happens on populated worlds. What could make the water so toxic that you couldn’t use it? That’s some bio-weapon type stuff you’re afraid of. We can literally recycle urine and polluted rain runoff into perfectly drinkable water.” “It’s just a precaution.” stated Remy in such a way that didn’t have me convinced. “People lock their doors, sure. But no one barricades their door unless they know someone’s coming.” Remy didn’t respond, and I lead into the cave. All the security around the complex really did have my fur up on end sometimes. Safety was one thing, but this place was run in the most extreme security conscious manner. I could not wait to get my contract finished with and get off the planet. Just needed to find new water, I remind myself. Deeper into the cave we traveled. Water had to have carved this all out at some point. And I was pretty confident we would find some deeper in the cave. Though I just hoped that the cave system we’d come across wasn’t that big. A terrible small crossed my nose. Remy stopped dead in his tracks. “Don’t move.” He scanned around the cave with his light. “That’s the smell of dead flesh.” This only made the smell more repulsive to me. Remy moved around the cave in search of the culprit, and soon it was found. A heap of animal bones and flesh was just rotting in a nest built from dead branches and leaves. Remy let out an audible sigh. “Ooo, scary. It doesn’t even look like it was eaten. If there was something carnivorous out here, wouldn’t you assume that it would have scavenged this uh… thing?” The dead critter likely stood at about four feet tall and was some cross between a boar and a rhino. Its flesh was made of some foreign hard grey material. But it had a long nose with a flat end like a pig. “Shall we get back to looking for water now?” It was then I noticed something odd in the nest. There was a piece of cloth that was used to pad the den along with the leaves. I knelt down, plugging my nose to get a closer look. “Hey, it found some, coat or something.” A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and tugged me away from the nest. “Don’t touch anything. It could have died from some disease, I think it’s best to continue moving.” “You’re too paranoid. Look, we are almost 155 miles from the colony and this critter has some guys coat it found. That’s a big discovery. It means these animals have huge zones of travel.” “Water. You find it.” Commanded Remy in a much more angry tone. “I’ll put it in the report. Just stop poking around the thing.” I rolled my eyes. “This is why you’re single.” We continued down into the cave again in search of water. The nest was a good sign. It meant that the critter may have set his nest up in hear because of a nearby water source. My suspicions were confirmed to be correct. Just another 20 or so yards into the cave was a small pool of water that disappeared down a hole that was much too small for either of us to crawl through. I squatted down and began to unpack my stuff. “So how do you tell if this water is good, anyways?” “I placed a marker in the well back in the colony. It’s a harmless microsubstance with an extremely high rate of diffusal so I merely need to test for that substance. If I find it, then we know our wells and this point are connected in some way.” I explain. It took some time for the device to complete running it’s tests. “Is that it? You just stick that little rod in the water and we’ll know?” I nodded, but Remy began to laugh. “And you went to school for that?” His laughing rolled into chuckles. “How much are you paid to go around and stick computers into puddles?” “I’m sure I’m paid more than you!” I promptly retorted. I was a university graduate in a lesser known field of study, and the only reason I took this job where I had to travel over a billion miles from my cozy apartment was due to the lucrative pay. “That’s because you’re eye candy.” Remy teased, reaching out to pat my head like I was a pet! I stamped my foot and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He’d hidden an insult in a compliment. I certainly wanted to somewhat believe that I was cute. But also he was stating my degree meant nothing! I could not shout out how much money I was being paid, as the contract I had signed explicitly stated I wouldn’t get paid if I did that. I shut my mouth and let him have his win. It was probably best to play nice with Remy anyways. My ears flattened in defeat. A beep alerted me to some issue with the sensor. I squatted down to check what was going on. “Alright, I’m sorry stop it with the sad ears.” Remy said, reaching down to gently grab the tip of each of the long fluffy headflags. The Jackal held each of my ears and pulled up gently, as to point them back at the sky instead of flat against my head. “You know, when I was in Port Authority security, posture was considered very important. The CO would make you do a couple hundred push ups if you were seen walking about with your ears all droopy. One must always look alert and distinguished after all.” I turned around to face Remy and gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “Well, maybe if you think I’m good looking you could help me out of this suit so I can go tinkle.” I was admittedly trying to guilt trip him. I had read the pamphlet on when you were allowed to take off the suit (As the car ride was long and what else was I supposed to do?). Now was not one of those times. I’d been in the suit a while now, and peeing in it sorta spooked me, even if it was designed for me to do just that. Remy did what I expected: He shook his head. “No, policy states you’re not taking that off unless we’re in the vehicle or you’re injured and it’s required.” He stated in that monotone policy voice he had. I frowned and flattened my ears. Remy lifted my ears back up. “Yeah, whatever, just quite touching my ears.” I complained, batting his hands away. I squatted back down to focus on more work, which was currently just staring at the little sensor until it beeped. I decided now was as good as a time as ever to… relax. A warm feeling overcame my groin and with that out of the way I could actually think again. Remy kept glancing around as if he was on high alert. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was the sort of person who did not sleep at night. The sensor beeped and I picked it up. “We done?” asked the Jackal in an almost worried tone. “No, turns out that this water is connected to the wells in the colony.” I pack up my things. Remy nodded. “I guess we’ll have to try the next set of caves in the valley.” “No, we’ll head back to base and start back out tomorrow in a new direction.” He stated curtly. The Jackal began leading towards our buggy. “But the original planet scans showed that water would be more easily accessible in the north where we are now.” I protest. Though heading back to the colony and sleeping in a real bed sounded nice. I was not the biggest fan of camping, but I was also not a big fan of prolonging this job. Something about how everyone acted in the colony really didn’t sit well with me. “Doesn’t matter. We are headed back.” I was sure something was up now. Remy walked at a brick pace. I dedicated most of my attention to following him along and not slipping on the cave floor. “Jeez, slow down. What’s got you so spooked?” “Nothing spooks me.” Stated the clearly spooked Jackal. Remy got into the buggy rather quickly, not bothering to stow his rifle in the back. I took my time stowing away my things carefully in the back. I made a show of stretching outside the buggy. Sitting down was a new experience now as I was promptly reminded that I had recently went pee. The diaper did do a pretty good job at not feeling wet. But there was still this warm puffy pad that just groped my groin as I sat. Remy was driving rather quickly. A big bump knocked me out of my thoughts. “Remy, seriously. Just slow down.” It was then I saw it. Something darted across the road that wasn’t an animal. “Shit did you see that?” The figure was gone as quick as it appeared. “Yes,” replied Remy. “But you did not see it.” The Jackal’s hands were tense. He just gripped the wheel so very tight. “You understand me, Semandi? You didn’t see it, only I did. You were busy taking a nap on the ride home.” “Fuck you, that was a person. Why are we driving away so fast? What did he do?” I turned to look at Remy, demanding some answers but he just looked like a ghost had come over him. He did not reply, and so I was left to speculate in my own head. The ride back didn’t feel nearly as long. Remy had mostly calmed down as we reached the gates. “This is the Rover-5 returning, let can we open up those doors?” I watched as Remy talked into the comms equipment. Parking the rover inside was rather uneventful. The garage was a large glorified box. It was built into the wall allowing it to act as a sort of gate between the outside and inside of the colony. There were perhaps 6 truck buggies like our’s parked along side of two much larger military style vehicles. I hopped out and had to squint my eyes. The lights were all off inside to conserve energy. Just one or two small lights by the exit doors could be seen. As I was getting my bearings Remy came around the vehicle rather quickly and then pushed me up against the truck. He leaned in close and whispered. “The cameras can’t see us right here. Listen, I’ve got to go report in. You saw nothing. Do you understand me, Sem? You saw nothing out there. Keep your mouth shut and if you really want to know more, then meet me at my place in an hour.” Remy then spun me around more roughly than I would have liked and undid the back of my suit. The Jackal strolled away without a word after that, leaving me both literally and figuratively in the dark. (So this is a big set up piece to Sem’s story line. Subsequent pieces will follow each week. Let me know where you'd like to see this go. I've always thought there should be more story driven pieces with some light sprinkling of omorashi and diaper stuff.)

So this is an idea I've sort of toyed around with for a while, but after some encouragement from friends, I have decided to open myself up to taking commissions. Why am I doing this? Well, it sounds like fun, for one. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is also great, although I'm not exactly hurting for cash at the moment. Mostly though, it's to see how I handle writing while being beholden to another person. Part of the reason it takes me so long to write a story is because I am not under any sort of pressure to get it out in a timely manner. As I learned in my college days, I work best when someone else is counting on me to get it done, and what better way to ensure that then to have them actually paying me to make it? I am well aware that this could crash and burn horribly, but I would rather say that I tried and failed to do something ambitious than to not bother at all. Without further ado, here's the criteria for requesting a commission from me. Note that this can be subject to change at any time. Pricing: For pre-existing characters: $5 for every 1,000 words, $2 for an extra 500 words. For original characters: $8 for every 1,000 words, $3 for an extra 500 words. I will need you to provide good details of your OC before and during the writing since I will not be to able to research these characters through normal means. No more than 5,000 words per commission, and only one commission per person at a time. I ask for the full price upfront. If I have to cancel the commission for whatever reason, I will refund your money. What I will not write about: Scat Diapers/Ageplay Adult Male omorashi/peeing Overly violent, non-consensual, or cruel scenarios (i.e. someone being tortured/abused until they wet themselves, mind control, stories intended to bash a character or make them look bad) Anything that would be obviously out-of-character (i.e. The shy girl suddenly brazenly peeing in front of others, E-rated characters dropping f-bombs, etc.) While I won’t shy away from writing sexual themes, I would still prefer for the omo/peeing to be the focus of the story. Smut that just happens to have a little peeing is not really what I’m interested in. What I specialize in and am okay with writing: Stories about women, both loli and adult Stories about young boys, no older than early teens Fighting scenes Furry/anthro characters Stories with comedy and lighthearted tones Cute, if not necessarily romantic, pairings Story Examples: Putting the P in PC Gaming (Huniepop) Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow (Fire Emblem: Heroes) Mipha’s Disgrace (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) What’s a Bathroom, Again? (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Franchises I am most familiar with: Almost anything Nintendo-related, including but not limited to: The Legend of Zelda Fire Emblem (Note: Does not include the GBA titles) Xenoblade Chronicles Splatoon ARMS Pokemon (Both human and Pokemon omo is fine) Star Fox A few non-Nintendo games, including but not limited to: Huniepop Nier: Automata Persona 5 (Note: Still in the middle of playing this) Final Fantasy 9 Monster Hunter A Hat in Time Ace Attorney Anime franchises: My Hero Academia Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Aggretsuko (Note: not up to date on this) Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Disclaimers: Please note that requesting a story from one of the listed franchises does not guarantee I will be able to write about it. I am a slow writer and I work a part-time job. Depending on how long the story is, it may take over a month for me to finish it. I will post updates and stay in contact when I can, but I hope you can be patient with me otherwise. And there you have it. Feel free to post your commissions either in here or through private messages. Now to watch this thread sink straight into the void without a single request...

Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)

In Space, No One Can Hear You Pee Star Fox Fanfiction by MasterXploder Commissioned by Zenkopan With thanks to Captain L for editing “And that was Guardians of Lylat!” declared Slippy Toad, stretching his arms and back from his spot on the floor. “Heh, not bad,” said Fox McCloud, “You always bring the best movies, Slip.” “Eh, it was alright.” Falco Lombardi shrugged. “Woulda been cooler if it was actually about us and not some made-up heroes.” “I don’t think I’d be interested in a film about us,” said Slippy, “I mean, why watch our exploits when we already lived them?” “Well, not everyone here was there for the early adventures.” This came from Krystal, Star Fox’s newest recruit, who sat next to Fox on the couch. “I wouldn’t mind seeing a film if they made one.” “Yeah, but who knows how accurate it would be?” said Fox, “You know how the industry can be with the truth sometimes.” Krystal giggled and shot Fox a certain look. “I’m sure they’ll get the important bits right. The dashing, young vulpine hero bravely facing danger, saving the entire galaxy, and winning the admiration of its people. Wouldn’t you like to see that happen?” “Eh heh, well, it was a team effort, is what I mean...” Fox scratched his cheek and looked away. “Ugh, get a room, you two.” Falco turned away in disgust. Krystal giggled again. “Speaking of, I think it’s time I got in a few hours of sleep. Would you believe I’m still not used to not having a day/night schedule in space?” “Sure can! It took everyone a while to get used to that,” said Slippy. With that, Krystal uncrossed her legs and stood up. As the pressure in her groin shifted, she gave her body a good stretch to hide her wincing in discomfort. In truth, she had another reason besides going to sleep for excusing herself, one that had been steadily growing over the course of the film thanks to the tea she had been drinking. Due to her many adventures growing up, Krystal had learned to hone a strong bladder, for she would often have to go for long stretches without a bathroom break. It especially came in handy after joining Star Fox; as the only girl on the team, she found it rather embarrassing to declare her need to relieve herself. That only doubled whenever Fox was nearby, the last person she ever wanted to know when nature was calling for her. Even now, in the comfort of a spaceship, she still would only use the bathroom a few times in one wake cycle. Regardless, her bladder still had its limits, and she knew she was approaching them. Luckily, her quarters were nearby, along with her personal toilet. She could relieve herself without having to announce it to the whole galaxy. Her destination in mind, she took the first step towards her room. It would be her last step as well. Out of nowhere, the sound of an explosion came up, and the ship shook enough to make Krystal stumble a bit. Red lights flashed through the room. “H-huh, what!?” Peppy Hare’s eyes shot open. “I was watching, honest!” “Did we hit something!?” yelled Slippy. Fox wasted no time jumping out of his seat and putting a hand to the comms link in his ear. “R.O.B., what’s going on out there?” “Great Fox has come under attack,” came the monotone voice of R.O.B. 64 over the intercom. “Unknown vessel approaching from port side and firing cannons. Multiple fighters have been deployed. No call sign being transmitted. Running shield scan now.” “Seriously? A pirate attack in this part of the galaxy?” asked Slippy. “I was starting to think it was a little too quiet around here,” said Peppy. “Sounds like these idiots don’t know who we are,” said Falco, getting out of his seat. “Then we better let them know.” Fox threw his arm out. “Everyone, to the Arwings!” In that moment, the gang’s care-free attitude fell away, and Team Star Fox went into action, rushing off with their minds fixed only on the battle ahead. With the exception of Krystal, that is. While the others took on determined brows, Krystal frowned in frustration instead. Her much-needed bathroom visit had been interrupted, and the pressure in her bladder only grew in response. Even running to keep up with the rest of the team took more effort than usual. As much as she wanted to, Krystal knew far better than to stop and visit the bathroom now. The weird looks she would get from the others would be bad enough. Not just that, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if another blast rocked the ship while she was on the toilet. Of course, this said nothing about how irresponsible it would be to stop to pee in the middle of an attack. No, she would just have to hold it and wait until after these bandits were dealt with. Surely, with all the experience Star Fox had, it would not take long to send these idiots running with their tails between their legs. “Come on, stay still!” Krystal grunted in frustration as another shot from her lasers flew past the fleeing fighter. While the rest of the team had been shooting pirates down left and right, she was lucky enough to take down a single ship, and that one had been sitting still as if suffering from engine troubles. Granted, the others didn’t have the same handicap as her. She was the least experienced pilot of the team, but more pressing than that, it was rather difficult to focus with her bladder as full as it was. Sitting in a cramped cockpit with both hands on the controls left her with little options to hold it other than squeezing and bouncing her legs. There was no way for her to safely pee in mid-flight either, for her suit was too cumbersome to remove in such a confined space and use the in-flight emergency relief system. I really should see if Slippy can do anything about this, she noted. Her only choice then was to win this battle as fast as she could, and that meant stepping up her aim a bit. Unfortunately, her next few shots had as much luck hitting their mark, or lack thereof. She kept mashing on the trigger to fire, hoping that if she fired enough times, one of her shots would eventually hit. A few seconds later, and a laser finally landed, destroying the fighter in an impressive explosion. Krystal would have felt like celebrating if not for the fact that the shot didn’t come from her. “Hey, he was mine!” she said over the comms, pouting into her face-cam. “This isn’t a contest, Krystal.” Fox’s face appeared over the comm channel. “You need to relax and focus your shots. We can’t always rely on blindly firing, especially not with lasers. You never know what they’ll eventually hit.” Relax? That’s a lot easier said than done right now, Krystal wanted to say as she wiggled in her seat. She knew better than to argue against good advice, though. “Er, what’s the current situation? Have we shot down enough of them yet?” “The fighters aren’t the real problem,” said Peppy, “We need to start doing some damage to the main vessel.” “But Great Fox’s lasers are just bouncing off their shields,” responded Slippy, “We won’t get anywhere if we don’t do something about that.” Fox came up again. “Then we don’t have a choice. I’ll fly into the ship and knock out their shield generator from inside.” Krystal’s ears and eyes perked right up. “All by yourself? No chance, I’ll fly in with you,” she spoke without hesitation. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Fox, shaking his head, “We need to keep pressuring the fighters outside so they don’t fly in after us.” Always the stubborn one, aren’t you? “You’re going to need someone to watch your back in there, and I’m a lot better on foot than I am in an Arwing,” countered Krystal. “She’s right, Fox,” said Peppy, “It’s too dangerous for just one of us to go in.” “Let your girlfriend go with you,” said Falco, “You can leave the chumps out here to us.” It was Fox’s turn to go wide-eyed for a moment. “We’re not… alright, we’ll go in at the same time. Krystal, let’s form up!” “Already on it,” she responded as she flew in behind Fox’s ship. Both Arwings flew straight towards the main vessel, banking to the sides once the turrets tried to fire on them. Her shooting accuracy may have left something to be desired, but Krystal could at least fly with some finesse. Faster than any of the enemy could react, they both managed to fly inside the vessel’s hanger, passing through the air-containment barrier unharmed. Krystal knew she caught the pirates off-guard, for the hanger housed nobody but herself and Fox. That would change very quickly, however, so she leapt out of her seat as the canopy opened up, her trusty staff in hand, and landed on her feet, bending down to lessen the impact. “Hah!?” Krystal knew to be prepared for anything when on a mission. Nothing, however, could fully prepare her for the shock of an unexpected bladder spasm. The impact from the landing was still enough to weaken her hold for just a moment, making it feel like she was about to let it all out on the spot. She stood upright and rigid, squeezing her legs together and holding a white-knuckle grip on her staff, not unlike the hold on her crotch. “Krystal! You okay?” As if she had more reason to worry, now Fox had to see her in her moment of weakness. Her eyes darted to where she heard his voice, but Krystal didn’t dare to look. Her eyes would betray everything, and Fox would no doubt make her leave the vessel. Problem was, she could not think of anything to say that would help placate him; that part of her brain was more focused on making sure she didn’t pee herself in that instant. But something else quickly caught her attention: the sound of boots quickly rushing around the corner, too heavy to belong to Fox. A proper response could wait until she dealt with this first. Right as her would-be assailant rounded the corner of her Arwing, Krystal thrusted her staff out. It struck right into the gut of the pirate, a scaly lizard-like foe, knocking the wind out of him. She followed up by sweeping the staff under his feet, then delivering a swift strike with the end onto his head right after he hit the floor. The moment his body went limp, Krystal looked up towards Fox, still in a combat-ready stance. “Does that answer your question?” she asked. Fox stopped to blink for a second, clearly impressed by Krystal’s close-quarters prowess. “Uh, right, let’s head for the generators.” He put a finger to his comms as he ran. “Slippy, you got this ship mapped out yet?” Once Fox was in front of her, Krystal dropped her act and went back to squeezing her legs. In her rush to support Fox, she had almost forgotten how bad her need to pee had become. It was true that she was a better on-foot fighter than pilot, but a full bladder would compromise her skills with the staff. Still, she was not about to back out now, especially in front of Fox. Yet again, she had to put her urgent need aside and continue the mission, running behind Fox with her hips wiggling more than normal. What followed was one of the toughest challenges she had faced yet as a member of Star Fox. The pirates they had to blast through were not that tough; none of them had likely expected their own vessel to be boarded, as their whole rank seemed unorganized. No, the real challenge was beating them in combat without soaking her suit. She tried to avoid this by sticking to her blaster whenever she could. This worked at first, with most of the enemies popping up too far away to bother with her staff. Her blaster proficiency may not have been as good, but she could get the job done without having to strain her hold that much. Unfortunately, things didn’t stay this way. “Watch out!” As they rounded the corner in a hallway, three pirates charged right at them with plasma spears that crackled at the ends, ready to skewer something. Krystal and Fox both jumped back before they could be run through. Krystal went for her blaster again, but it was no use. The pirates were already on her again, forcing her to jump back once more. At this close of a range, she could never get a good shot off with it. No, she needed her staff for this battle, much to her chagrin. She managed to pull it out right as a spear swung her way, deflecting it in the same motion and taking up a battle stance. Her groin muscles protested, but she persisted nonetheless. Krystal’s embarrassing handicap was at its worst in this battle. Her bladder felt like a lead weight inside her, weighing her down and ready to burst if she gave it the chance. As such, she was forced to abandon her more graceful moves for a quicker, sloppier approach. Jerky dodges, short-reaching swings, and limited mobility were all on display as she balanced fighting with keeping her underwear dry. With a mighty swing of her staff, Krystal managed to knock one pirate to the floor out cold. A quick glance confirmed that Fox was still holding his own against the second enemy. That just left- “Raaaagh!” She moved on instinct, spinning around and holding her staff out. The end of the spear came down from above, stopped only by her staff. The pirate snarled at her and pushed further, inching the spear closer to her face. Her leg slid back from the force of the clash, spreading her lower body apart and pushing her muscles to their very limits. She wasn’t sure what would give out first: her arms, or her bladder. “Ah!” She got her answer in the form of a long spurt hitting her underwear, creating a warmth far too gross against her fur down there. That proved to be the last straw for her. “Screw it,” she muttered as she swung a leg straight up, her boot connecting between the pirate’s legs. His pupils shrank and voice squeaked, but more importantly, his strength left the spear all at once. Krystal pushed it away, then put all her might into a swing right at his head. The pirate kissed the floor right after, and he wouldn’t wake until long after they were gone. It was victory, but Krystal didn’t feel like celebrating. She had to pee, and soon; she highly doubted she would get off this vessel while still holding on, let alone all the way back to her personal toilet on Great Fox. “Uh, Krystal?” She turned to face Fox, who had dispatched his foe at about the same time, and now stared at her with a surprised and rather nervous look. Whatever he had to say, she didn’t have time for. “Let’s go. Generators,” she said while running past him. She didn’t look back, but heard his footsteps behind her. After rounding a couple more corners, they came to the doors leading to the generator room. Fox and Krystal breached in with blasters drawn, scanning the room for hostiles, but thankfully finding none. Krystal could relax just a little now; at last, the shield generators laid before them, a complex set of machinery with a massive horizontal cylinder full of arcing electricity. “They couldn’t make something scream ‘Important, please do not destroy’ more if they tried,” said Krystal. She stepped forward and continued. “Now let’s blow this thing and go h-” “Wait, Krystal.” She felt a hand pulling on her shoulder, forcing her to turn around and see Fox’s concerned expression. “What is it? We don’t really have time for a chat,” she replied, keeping her lower body rigid. Fox looked her right in the eyes and asked, “Is something wrong?” There will be if we don’t hurry! “What do you mean?” She raised an eyebrow. “That fight back there, your movements were really strained. You usually take down those types without having to…” He scratched his head. “Do that.” Blast, he noticed! Krystal did her best to prevent any outward displays of panic. “Well, we’re a bit pressed for time right now. I can’t exactly waste any being elegant in combat.” “Krystal, please.” Fox’s voice was more stern. “That’s not how you normally are. If something’s wrong, I need to know before-” “Oh no!” Krystal felt the warmth in her panties renewing from another leak. In an instant, her crumbling facade shattered, and she broke eye contact with Fox, twisted her legs, and shoved her hands into her groin. Modesty no longer mattered when it felt like her hold could break at any moment. “K-Krystal!” Fox raised his hands. “Are you hurt?” “Ugh, gah!” It was hard to speak through grit teeth. “Did they hit you somewhere? Please, tell me!” “I… I…” Krystal lifted her head and abandoned her last bit of pride. “I have to pee!” The look on Fox’s face would have been priceless if she weren’t on the verge of an accident. “You… what?” Her need was finally out in the open, but she couldn’t stop to contemplate how embarrassed she should be. “I’m about ten seconds from pissing my suit, and I have no plans on doing that!” “Um…” Fox could only blink at first before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “R-Right, I’ll see what I can do about the shield. You, uh, do what you need to do. Just keep an eye out for enemies.” “No peeking!” Not that she was waiting for his permission, but she still thought it nice to let her go. In any case, Krystal needed to hear nothing more to get started. She waddled over behind a tall piece of machinery and set her staff and blaster aside, hand still firmly pressed into her crotch. Her steps were slow and calculated, for a single misstep would end with a soaked suit and red face. By some miracle, she reached her destination without dribbling any more into her underwear. She almost wanted to dance, but knew that she had only taken the first step to relief. The rest would not be so easy. First, she needed to remove her suit, which required taking her hand off her groin. As much as it pained her, she did just that, her hands zooming up to the zipper located at the chest. With precious seconds to go and any sense of modesty out the airlock, Krystal yanked on the zipper, praying that it would not get caught. It felt like she had won the galactic lottery twice, for the zipper went straight down without a fight. With that out of the way, she grabbed the loose flaps and pulled them aside, baring her topless torso. Pulling her arms out of the suit, she then pushed the rest of it down to her ankles, a more difficult task given that she had to very quickly part her legs to accomplish it. For her last move, she pressed onto the boot and lifted one foot out, then the other, kicking the whole mess of clothing away. There stood Krystal, now clad only in a pair of black panties, somewhere inside an enemy spaceship. Were she in a more critical state of mind, she would doubtless be humiliated by the whole situation. However, peeing herself would be the one thing to make this moment any worse, and she was not about to do that. Without a second thought, Krystal grabbed both sides of her panties, then pulled down, squatted, and lifted her tail in one motion. She could no longer hold back the moment her femininity was exposed to the air. Her hold gave out, and a spray of yellow-tinted pee shot out from the pink sticking out among the white fur. It was erratic and powerful, flying forward a good bit before striking the ground. The room filled with the sound of it splattering onto the metal floor, forming a puddle almost instantly. Moments later, her stream grew strong enough to create a hissing noise to compete with the splatter. It was the least private and convenient pee Krystal had taken since joining Star Fox. Her ally may not have been looking at her, at least she hoped, but he could certainly hear it, and likely smell it, given how strong the distinct scent of vulpine urine had become. She should have been humiliated beyond belief, to have to pee like this in the middle of a dangerous mission. But at the moment, Krystal found it too difficult to be humiliated when it felt so good to pee. With that much pressure finally being released, it was like every nerve in her body was rewarding her with pleasant feelings, starting from her groin and radiating outwards like a smart bomb of pleasure. Faced with such feelings, what else could she do but enjoy it while it lasted? “Haaahhhh,” came a long sigh as Krystal became enveloped in her relief. She shut her eyes and lifted her head, her ears moving back on their own. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the mission, her nudity, or Fox being nearby to hear and hopefully not see it all. It was bliss. But the sound of heavy footsteps brought that enjoyment to an immediate halt. Krystal’s eyes snapped open as she heard the enemies approaching. She didn’t know if they knew their location, but they would be on her in seconds if they did. With her bladder far from empty and still going beyond her control, all she could do was grab her blaster and aim it towards the door. She would make sure her naked, pissing body would be the last thing those pirates would ever see. But it didn’t come to that. The footsteps moved past the door and kept going down the hall. The danger had passed, at least for now. With that over, Krystal let herself relax again, or at least tried to. With the high of taking a much-needed pee gone, she could only feel awkward about her situation now. She must have looked ridiculous, holding up a gun while answering nature’s call, her entire body laid bare. Looking back down, she also found her puddle had grown much larger than she anticipated, almost reaching her feet with nothing to absorb it on the metal floor. She needed to finish up as soon as she could, but with it already going at full power, all Krystal could do was sit and wait with her cheek resting on her blaster. Luckily, it wasn’t a long wait; a few more seconds, and her bladder finally finished emptying, the stream stopping as quickly as it started, with only a final spurt afterwards. Krystal let out another sigh, not one of pleasure, but more of relief that this whole affair was finally over. Well, not quite. She still needed to clean herself up somehow. Not only would it be gross to ignore that step, but she didn’t want the enemies to literally sniff her out if she and Fox needed to hide at some point. She looked around, not expecting to find anything useful, but it couldn’t hurt to look. Yet again, her lucky streak continued, as right next to her was a cloth sitting on a control panel within reach, likely there to keep the buttons clean. She grabbed it without hesitation and went to work cleaning her privates, using a combination of wipes and pats until she felt dry again. The cloth wasn’t very smooth, but it didn’t feel like it had anything on it, so it was probably safe. More importantly, she needed to get dressed, as running about a pirate ship while almost naked was not a priority of hers, to say the least. Krystal pulled her panties back to where they belonged as she stood up. They had fortunately dried enough where she could ignore any remaining wetness on them. Leaning down with an arm covering her chest, she grabbed her suit and went through the process of putting it back on: first her legs, then her arms, and then finally zipping it back up and being modest again. After giving one last adjustment to her “puppies” to make sure they were secure, Krystal grabbed her weapons and stepped away, ready to kick some pirate tail once more. “Krystal, you okay now?” Fox called to her as she rounded the corner, running up to her. She could see a hint of red poking through the fur on his cheeks. With the smell of her pee still thick in the air, she was reminded of the amount of pheromones normally present in vixen urine. She hoped that he only felt embarrassed and not… another way. “Er, y-yes, I’m much better,” she replied, rubbing the back of her head. “Er, are you done sabotaging the generators?” Fox nodded. “I’ve set the system to overload itself. The whole thing should blow in about a minute.” “Then I guess our work here is done,” remarked Krystal in a deflated tone. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” said Fox, “I mean, we were attacked pretty suddenly. These things happen sometimes.” “I know. It’s just really embarrassing I had to do that in the middle of a mission.” Especially around you, of all people. “I probably seemed rather incompetent in this battle, didn’t I?” “It’s not your best performance, I’ll admit,” replied Fox, “But we still got the job done. Besides, I’d be lying if I said this was the only time one of us really needed to go while on a mission.” “Really now?” Krystal’s ears and eyes perked up. Now that sounds like an interesting story… for another time, at least. “In any case, thanks for being respectful about the whole thing. I know a lot of men would have loved to take a peek while I did that.” She then crossed her arms and shot Fox a look. “Unless you did peek.” “N-Not at all! I respect your privacy,” said a red-faced Fox, waving his hand. Krystal let out a small giggle. Maybe it was the scent of urine in the air, but she could not resist going a little further. “Hey, Fox?” she asked, slowly leaning towards his face. “Y-Yes, Krystal?” She got to about an inch away from his face and whispered to him, “We should leave before the generators blow.” They both looked towards the generator. Sparks flew everywhere, and a menacing glow began to appear around the glass. “Right.” Fox shook his head again, bringing back his serious face. “Let’s regroup with the others.” “Lead the way,” was all Krystal responded with. With that, the two ran out of the room and made their way back to the Arwings. Krystal took one last glance at the large puddle as she ran past it. It may have been the most she had ever let out in one sitting, and it had to be in some random pirate vessel of all places. She could only imagine the looks some of those pirates might have once they come across it. Then gain, a puddle of pee was about to be the least of their concerns. Her gaze then turned to Fox, the only other one to know of her naughty potty time. As much as she loved to tease him, she had to admit that he was quite the leader, and more of a gentleman than he let on. Even now, after this embarrassing incident, she felt that they had become a little closer than before. She could only wonder where things would go from here. Until then, she would just have to keep on fighting alongside him and the rest of Star Fox, and maybe try visiting the restroom a little more often. (Want me to write an omofic about a certain character? Check out my commissions thread here!)

AN- Hello! This is a recent furry fic I wrote. I'd love any feedback y'all may have! When a mysterious Amazon box arrived, Savannah the lioness hadn't the slightest idea how much it would change her day. Kyle, her husband, had brought it into the house, grinning widely, but the hyena was always smiling about one thing or another. His sense of humor had been one of the many reasons Savannah had been drawn to him. He'd set the package down, sliced through the tape with his claws, and gingerly held something small in his paws. Savannah regarded it with an idle curiosity. “What is that?” She questioned. Her husband had looked up excitedly. “A spy camera!” He declared proudly, holding what looked like a perfectly ordinary watch. It hadn't been large, or garish. In fact, Savannah had found it quite tasteful, a simple silver ringed digital face with a black leather band. She eyed it skeptically. Kyle started to fiddle with the buttons. He held it up to her face. “Say hi, Savannah!” Savannah rolled her eyes, but waved to the alleged camera and said hello. The hyena pressed a few more buttons, then showed his wife the watch again. To the lioness’ surprise, she heard her own voice coming back and saw the video for her half hearted wave. Huh. It really was a camera. “What on earth are you planning to do with that?” Her husband looked perplexed. Like he hadn't thought that far out, which, to be fair, he hadn't. But the expression quickly became a mischievous grin. “Oh, I have an idea. How does a challenge sound?” Savannah smirked. Kyle knew she had a weakness for proving herself the best at all sorts of things. She had a distinct feeling this wouldn't be a typical challenge, however. The look in his eye made her think he was gunning for some of his more unusual tastes. Savannah’s husband had a kink that she was willing to indulge from time to time. While it wasn't exactly her cup of tea, she found it fun occasionally, and Kyle always made it worth her while. Those challenges often yielded better rewards for her, and she was dying for a nice massage. “What are the stakes?” “Tomorrow you’ll go about your normal day, wearing this watch. The only thing I want you to do is not use a toilet.” Kyle stated. Savannah snorted. “Puh-lease Kyle. I have errands to run tomorrow, I'm not going to try to hold in my piss all day.” Kyle shook his head no. “No, you can pee as often as you need to. Just no toilets.” Savannah cocked her head, considering it. No toilet? It was… Unusual, but not terribly disgusting. She was just running errands and they had a private backyard, safe from prying eyes. Sure, that could be done. “If I win?” The lioness inquired. “Two full body massages.” Kyle responded. Savannah frowned. Desperately he spoke again. “And I'll do the yard this weekend.” Savannah was surprised. She typically had to negotiate to get to two. If he offered that right off the bat, he wanted this bad. Not mention getting out of yard work. Silly hyena. “You're on.” “Great! Midnight to midnight.” He affirmed. Savannah nodded. Savannah got ready for bed about thirty minutes before midnight. She pissed in the toilet for the last time she'd get to for a full day, so she took her sweet time. Kyle had already zonked out and was snoring loudly, but it didn't phase her. She joined him a short while later, drifting off into a restful sleep. The lioness had expected a lovely day to sleep in. She hadn't anticipated and early morning phone call. Sleepily, she answered, sounding as awake as she could manage. “Hey! So Ella just called in for the day and we could really use an extra pair of paws. Can you just work the morning? There is a big party for breakfast.” Savannah heard her coworker say. She nearly groaned, but truthfully she could have used the hours. “Yeah, I can do it. I need to be out by noon though.” She responded. “Done! Just get in as soon as you can, okay?” Her coworker chirped. Savannah gave a vaguely affirmative response before getting up. Gross, it was like six am still. She sighed, got to her paws and started to walk to the bathroom only to be interrupted by her husband’s voice. “Don't suppose you're planning on pissing in there, are you?” He asked. Savannah stopped walking, and clenched her legs together. The toilet was in sight, and had started to excite her bladder. She had forgotten their little bet. “Of course not, dear.” She said sweetly, walking over to the double glass doors opening to their backyard. The sun was just rising into the sky, truly a lovely sight as light began to filter in through the trees. She winked at Kyle before turning around, opening the door, and going outside. She padded over to the middle of the yard, feeling the soft grass under her two paws, then turning to face the bedroom. Kyle was watching curiously. The lioness decided to put on a show. She got down to all fours, something she rarely did, making sure her rump was directly in her husband’s line of sight. Her tail lifted up and to the side as she squatted slightly. Just being in such a position made her want to release, but she wanted to make Kyle wait for it. She gave it a few seconds before her urge became overwhelming, and then let go. Her powerful stream shot into ground, kicking up steam in the cool morning air. She tossed her head to look back over her neck, licking her lips at Kyle. He had stood up attentively and come to the door. She could see him stroking his morning wood against the window. She finished, stood up, and strutted back inside where she was met with a highly passionate kiss. “You know I love it when you do that, Savvy.” Kyle growled, wrapping her in her arms from behind her. She felt his cock poking against her butt, precum dribbling out as he gently pressed into her. She rubbed back against him, teasing him until he groaned and began pushing harder, pawing at her body urgently. Savannah pulled away. “I have to get ready for work, love. They called me in for a short shift.” She told him with a smirk. His frustrated whimper almost made her feel bad. “But I promise, we’ll have a great time when I get home.” She murmured, turning to face him. She nuzzled into his chest, fondling his balls for a moment before going off to take a shower. When Savannah got out, her uniform, a knee length skirt and snug fitted black top, was laid out on the bed with a cup of hot coffee and the spy watch next to it. She got dressed quickly, putting the watch on and starting to sip at the coffee. He'd made it in her to go cup, with a little cream and sugar, just how she liked it. It was considerate and something he did often, though she knew today it was not with altruistic intentions. She'd have about a four hour shift ahead of her at the little cafe she worked in as a waitress. There was no where she'd be able to relieve herself, she realized. She'd better keep that in mind throughout the day. The sleep in her eyes as she sucked down the rest of her drink didn't help. Savannah chewed the her lip, frustrated. She didn't want to drink too much, but she needed to wake up too. One more cup would probably be fine, she reasoned. She poured another from the pot in the kitchen, gave Kyle a kiss on her way on the door, and hurried to her car. The restaurant had hardly been open half an hour but was bustling with people when she got in. Charlotte, a deer she worked with, was visibly relieved as Savannah hustled to the back. “Thank goodness you're here! I'm drowning.” Her hoofed friend said. Savannah nodded, getting set up as fast as she could manage. She gulped down her remaining coffee and got out onto the floor, taking orders and delivering food with a practiced speed and politeness. Guests loved her, and they loved Charlotte too. The duo always killed it when they worked together, having developed almost a sixth sense for what the other one might be needing before it was even said. The first hour was a hectic rush of playing catch up and never fully getting there. Savannah moved gracefully around, careful to never drop a drink or plate, but the number of people was just overwhelming. She didn't even have time to think, doing her best not to pant to relieve some of the heat from her constant movement. She didn't even remember her bet with Kyle as she gulped down some ice water in the back, chugging it with urgency before dashing off to her next table. The second hour, an ugly need started to develop. She didn't have a moment to spare to give it the time of day, but Savannah felt an all too familiar pressure building inside her. It wasn't too bad yet though. Surely it wouldn't get too much worse, she reasoned. Besides, there just wasn't time to give to it. She was too focused on her next order, her next greeting, her next drink refill. When the third hour struck, Savannah knew she was in trouble. The tinkling of water into the glass made her clench her thighs. She didn't show it on the outside, but she was getting awfully full. Like that road trip she'd been on with Kyle where he had bet her she couldn't make it without asking him to stop. He'd been right. She had been about to burst by the time they reached that disgusting truck stop. She had stubbornly pissed behind the building, refusing to use such nasty facilities. But that wasn’t an option today. She couldn't just pee behind the restaurant. There was always someone back there smoking, and besides, what explanation could she possibly give? Determinedly, she held on, internally cursing out every customer who dared to order literally anything to drink. Noon was fast approaching, and the lunch rush showed no signs of slowing down. Savannah was dying. Three coffees and another healthy glass of water had worked their way through the lioness. She'd had to loosen the apron tied around her waist the had just dug in so viciously. Her bladder was now pronounced as a bulge, visible to anyone who looked at her, but her black work shirt hid it fairly well. She couldn't stand still, shifting from foot to foot even when taking orders, bouncing lightly on her toes when waiting to pick up a tray. Anything she could get away with that wasn't terribly conspicuous. Well, maybe not to most, but Charlotte noticed. The deer gave her friend a concerned look. “Hun, I know we’re busy but you look like you're about to explode, go take a piss.” Savannah blushed, but nodded. She had no idea what she was going to do, but she skittered off to the bathroom anyway, locking the door behind her. What the hell was the lioness to do? With the door closed, she shoved her paws between her legs, pushing on herself as she danced in place. Coming into the bathroom, so close to a toilet, made her urge positively overwhelming. She HAD to piss and soon. She looked around desperately, but saw nothing that could help her. Until she looked at the ground. That was it, her saving grace. The overflow drain. Moving carefully, Savannah stood over the drain. How would she do this without getting piss everywhere? She'd just had control the flow, she thought. She squatted down, making sure she was centered over the drain, before gently letting go. It was torture. She ached to just piss away, no thought to trying to hold it back so it could flow down the drain cleanly without getting all over the rest of the floor. Her bladder throbbed, trying to push her urine out faster, but she held it back as a clean stream began tinkling down. There was no relief at first. Trying to pee while not fully letting go was incredibly difficult. Savannah had to fight her own body every step of the way, but slowly her urgency started to subside. What may have normally been a fairly quick piss was slow, drawn out. She started to get nervous, this was taking too long and she needed to get back to work, but she just couldn't fully cut off her flow. After well over a minute, she finished, sighing with relief. That felt so much better. She washed her paws, and got back to work with a smile. Kyle would enjoy watching that video later. She got off work a little late, deciding to run a few errands before she'd head home. For a little more fun, she stopped at a 7-11 too. She grabbed one of the almost comically large cups, the double big gulp, and filled it to the brim with a half water half Powerade mixture. Kyle always thought it was a weird drink of choice, but Savannah liked it. She paid out, the walked herself to the car. She buckled in, got out her phone, and took a selfie of her sucking on her straw with the ridiculously sized drink prominently displayed, before sending it off to her husband. He'd have a boner she could cut glass with by the time she got home. She slid her purse into the seat beside her and took a long sip. As Savannah started the car, her phone dinged. Kyle had responded with a pair of emojis, a face with giant excited eyes and a sweat drop on top, and a heart. She smirked, pulled her camera up, and too a quick video of herself drinking enthusiastically, before sending it off as well. Kyle responded quickly again. A picture of under his work desk, showing a very obvious erection. Another text came in. “You following the rules? ;)” “You won't believe what I had to do at work.” “Oh yeah? You want to tell me?” “No, you can find out when I get home. But you're going to love it ;)” She guided her car onto the freeway. Home was a short fifteen minute drive away. Her phone dinged again, but she didn't check it. Hubby was going to have to wait. Dutifully, Savannah drank her Powerade as she drove home. Kyle worked in IT and could typically leave early if it wasn't a busy day. She had a feeling he'd get home shortly after she did, and she wanted to be ready. Truthfully, she thoroughly enjoyed indulging him. When she did this, he was ravenous for her, an almost feral level of passion and desire that didn't often get awoken in her beloved chubby hyena. She could feel her pussy getting wet with anticipation as she pulled into their driveway. Her belly was now slightly bloated, and her cup was noticeably lighter. She put away the groceries she had picked up as part of her errands, tidied the kitchen a little, then went to vacuum. About forty minutes had passed and she was feeling a certain pressure start to build below her waist. Once she had finished tidying things up, she undressed. Savannah didn't like to wear clothes in the house. She considered going outside to pee before Kyle arrived, but thought he'd be home soon and she knew he'd love it if she waited. So she waited, making herself comfortable on the couch and flipping on a show on her tv. It didn't take long for her urge to grow. With how long she'd waited in the morning, the stamina to do something like that again just wasn't there. Savannah began to get a little concerned, but heard the front door click open. The lioness grinned, cast her blanket aside, and spread out on the couch. Her breasts were on full display, and she parted her pussy lips with a paw. “Savvy? You home?” “In the living room, babe.” She called out. Kyle quickly came into view. He licked his lips, his eyes loving but almost hungry. He didn't waste any time, crossing the room to his wife. He took the unoccupied cushion on the couch, running his paws up and down Savannah, then leaning in to start licking at her pussy. He took care, long, slow licks, touching the edge of her clit but not focusing on it fully yet. Savannah shivered, Kyle had always been so good with his tongue. The tightness from her bladder only enhanced everything her lover was doing. He kept going, more and more emphasis on her clit, slowly working in his fingers, until the lioness was writhing, on the verge of orgasm, when she pushed his face away. “K-kyle.” She panted, wanting him to continue but also needing to warn him of what was about to happen. “If you make me cum, I am going to piss.” Kyle growled hungrily before diving back in. He could smell Savannah’s arousal and taste the droplets that had started to leak out. Nothing was stopping him now. Savannah was unable to hold back any longer as Kyle licked her just right. Her body tensed, she felt every muscle tighten, and then release as she came hard, her orgasm radiating outward until even the tips of her toes tingled. She roared in pleasure as the walls of her pussy clamped onto Kyle’s fingers, gripping at them as though trying to keep them inside her, pulsating like she wanted them to come in her. Sure enough, piss began to jet out with nothing stopping it. Kyle kept licking for a few moments, but had to pull back as her fluids began to overwhelm him. Savannah’s orgasm continued until her pee slowed to a trickle. She panted heavily, staring lovingly at her husband. At some point he'd removed his pants. As soon as the lioness had her breath back, she started to stroke her lover’s cock. She moved her pussy close without putting it in, rubbing herself along the outside until the hyena tried to push himself in. Then she pulled back, not quite letting him, but not taking herself fully away either, continuing to tease his throbbing dick with her slick warmth, until he couldn't take it any longer. Kyle growled, holding Savannah down against the couch and shoving himself inside her. She fought back, loving the sensation of being taken, but her was just too strong. He began to thrust hard, and Savannah moaned as she submitted to him. Kyle kept going in missionary for a time, then pulled out. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her off the couch and onto all fours on the ground, before lining himself behind her and thrusting in again. Still so sensitive from earlier, Savannah felt herself nearing another orgasm. She clenched tightly to Kyle’s dick, feeling it throb inside her. Savannah roared again as Kyle pushed her over the edge. Impossibly, more piss dripped out of her. Kyle, after the morning and the earlier teasing, couldn't hold back any longer. His load poured into his wife, filling her pussy with cum. They stayed there for a time, before collapsing to the floor in a spent, sweaty heap. Savannah nuzzled into her husband's belly. He had a bit of chub, but she liked it there. It was comfy. “I love you, Kyle.” “I love you too, Savvy.” Her murmured back, reaching down to stroke her hair. It had been a good day so far, and with half of that insane drink left, Savvy was pretty sure it was only going to get better.

CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL It was a particularly cold day that day in Windhelm. A perfect day for hot drink and warm bed, and warmer company in those beds. Nords in the Candlehearth are Hall enjoying this, while the Dark Elves and other 'undesirables' cozied up in the barely sustainable Grey Quarter, and the ever fashionable New Gnisis Corner Club. Late at night this day was, 3 hours to sunrise, on the 12th day of Frostfall, Sundas. While most Argonians in Windhelm are just making peanuts working the docks, one Argonian happened to be on the approach to Windhelm, nearing the gates in a merchant's caravan. His name was Deed-Chath. A young Argonian male in his prime, snow was falling between the unarmoured green-grey scales on his neck, causing him to shake and clear che cold flakes from his scales. Deed squinted through the snow, so thick it was practically a mist coating the road ahead his snout poking out between his relatively protective helmet's plates "Are you sure there's a city here, Adalad?" The young Argonian spoke to his Breton companion, sat atop the carriage and carefully guiding the horses through the thick, mist-like snow. "Yes, yes, dear boy! How many times must I tell you, Windhold...er...Winterhelm? The city is right there! Look, you can practically see the walls now." Adalad pointed towards a vague figure in the fog and Deed squinted harder, scrunching up his face in concentration before giving a sigh. "Fine, I'll take your word for it." he leaned back in his seat and took a swig of some cheap ale, hoping to warm hinself up. "This better be one hell of a city if I'm freezing my tail off in this stupid carriage..." he looked back to Adalad, who he would hopefully never have to see again. Deed took another sip of Ale and began digging through his satchel, continuing to absent-mindedly sip at his ale while removing a folded and now horribly wrinkled and stained piece of paper, re-reading the faint ink words to make sure he wasn't getting scammed out of his pay. "You, Freelancer do declare blahblahblah protect the carriage blahblahblah will recieve advance payment of 500 septims, then 500 more after journey is complete..." Deed read to himself. He folded the paper back over and stuffed it back into his satchel, heaving a sigh of boredom as he began to finish off the last quarter of his ale... The Carriage suddenly came to a halt, with a loud snort and a cry of 'woah' from Adalad. Deed is tossed forwards and his ale is sent flying out the back of the cart and somewhere in the deep snow. Deed groans and turns angrily around to yell some form of obscenity at Adalad. "Hey! You-" Deed is cut short as he notices the large, towering walls of Windhelm, and the sturdy iron gates shielding the inside of the town from their meagre carriage. Deed blinks several times before looking towards Adalad, who was talking in hushed tones to a burley looking guard in a face-concealing mask, another guard stood near the horse, seemingly inspecting it for illegal items strapped on or in the horses, while a third guard came around the rear of the carriage to inspect it's contents. The guard clambered into the carriage with some grunts of effort, ignoring Deed, who began to stand up. The guard began poking through chests and baskets, turning kettles over, and inspecting corners like they were hiding the secret to divinity. Finally the guard looks at Deed, while another guard climbs into the carriage as well, he looks him up and down then scoffs. "Here to work the docks, lizard?" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg pardon?" Deed replied, surprised the guards would be so rude. The second guard nudged the first and pointed at Deed's chest. "No dock scum I know wears steel plate, he must be a caravan guard let him be." the second guard turned to leave and the 1st guard followed. Deed took turned back to look at Adalad, who was seemingly finished talking to the gate-keeping guard, as the guard yelled an incoherent word up towards the top of the walls, and the doors began to open. As the doors creaked and groaned, they began to reveal the city itself. Deed leaned forward, bracing himself on the rear of the driver's seat as they began moving forwards. Inside the town was several staircases, decorated with faded stone carvings of some sort of mythical beasts, beyond that was what looked like a lodge, or an inn of sorts. Deed grunted as he was shifted to the right, the caravan turned left to head up a thin ramp towards another block of the large city. Guided by guards, the carriage made its way into a large marketplace filled with empty stalls. As the carriage rattled onward, Deed noticed the peculiar glances the guards were giving the duo. Some even appeared to be muttering under their breathe as the carriage passed. "Perhaps...they do not get many caravans here? But it is such a large city..." Deed spoke, mostly to himself, however Adalad answered. "Ahh, yes. You're new to Skyrim, right? Well this is Winderholdem, home of Cloaked Storms...something like that...they don't like non-Nords because they want Skyrim tax free or something, I try to stay out of politics..." Deed grunted in acknowledgement, and the carriage came to a slow halt. "Right, Deed, we have 3 hours to sunrise, get us unpacked, and get ready to guard!" Adalad cheerfully cried, hopping down from the driver's seat and merrily marching towards the rear of the carriage. Deed scowled, watching the arrogant Breton strut by. "Hey! That is not in the contract! You want me to unload, that's EXTRA!" Deed shouted. Adalad sighed annoyedly. "Fiiine..." he sighed. "Just...there's another 100 septims for you in it, and uh...I guess that whole bottle of Dunmer Ale, Nords hate it anyway..." Deed scoffed, but begrudgingly got to work. Fastening the bottle of ale into his satchel and sipping from it on occasion, he unloaded the carriage and set up a small perimeter for the stall-keepers to come get their goods. A small portable table here, a stool there, and chests surrounded by wooden walls, it looked similar to a stall on its own, but with the addition of a strange symbol painted crudely on the front of the portable desk, stall-owners and shopkeepers would know what they were there for. Deed finished off the Dunmer Ale, giving a short belch and tossing the empty container into the deep snow, patting his stomach and seating himself on the rear of the carriage, he looked around for Adalad, so he could collect his final pay and maybe purchase a room and a meal at wherever the inn was. Adalad however was nowhere to be found. Deed sighed, not wanting to leave the valuable merchant's stock unguarded, he would position himself comfortable on the carriage and waits for Adalad to return. Deed rested his chin on his gloved hand and sighed, letting his mind wander. He realized that during the whole trip, he'd only taken a leak once on the journey! He let this roll over in his mind. As a waterborn creature by nature, he had a large bladder, and as a creature also naturally larger than most species, it was still a smidge larger, allowing himself plenty of breathing room for that. He discarded the thought and once again began to think. "Perhaps there will be some fair Argonian maidens in need of a virile and intelligant male such as myself..." he smiled at this thought, and took a short look around as if they might just magically appear because Akatosh felt kind that night... Disappointed at the only women around being snow-women, Deed returned to boredom. The sun began to rise and Deed groaned loudly, he'd been stuck freezing his tail off all night, while Adalad probably slept in a warm bed, laughing to himself that he got the guard to unload AND watch the cargo all night. "I'll have a talk with that Breton bastard later..." Deed spoke aloud. Deed layed back in the carriage and began to stare up into the sky, realizing that he'd been sitting there at least two and a half hours...he suddenly felt a small urge in his abdomen, somewhat hard to feel under his layers of armor, but a feeling everyone knows. Deed might need to pee. Deed sat up again, treating the situation as a small annoyance, that he would properly deal with at an inn after Adalad returned. Deed curled in on himself somewhat and shivered, the cold probably made him realize his need to pee. The sun had finally risen from its slumber, some warmth returning to the cold hold of Eastmarch, and the colder than ice tundras of Skyrim. As the crimson morning rays of sunlight pierced the veil of fog and illuminated the walls around him, Deed saw the Breton returning to the caravan, his clothes untidy and his hat sideways, as well as his amulet of Mara gone. He was rubbing his forehead and slowly trundling over to the carriage, he stopped several feet in front of Deed, then scooped up a handful of snow and placed it against his head. For several seconds nothing but the howling wind could be heard before Deed broke the silence. "Adalad! You fool! We had 3 hours 'til sunrise and you managed to get robbed and beat up?!" Deed yelled with a tinge of panic in his voice, now how was he going to get payed? The Breton groaned and pushed the snow against his forehead a little harder, giving a short sigh and looking up at Deed. "Keep your voice dow-aagh, please...I didn't get robbed, Nord women are just really rough..." Deed glared at the man for about a minute, hopping off the carriage and pointing an accusatory finger at the hungover Breton. "You got drunk and banged Nord hookers in just 3 hours?!" Deed hissed "There wasn't even enough time for that! HOW did you even wake up in time to get out here?! You better be paying me an extra 200 spetims for my time!" Adalad groaned in pain as the Argonian spoke, only paying half attention. "If you must know, it's an old Breton secret...now just...ugh...lemme just...yeah you'll get extra pay...now just...wait here with me until the shopkeepers come buy their stock.." Adalad stumbled over to the stool in the make-shift stall and sat down with a groan, scooping a second handful of snow up off the ground and beginning to eat it. "G'nn h'rse goah th' h'rses.." Deed sighed in annoyance, and spat his words at the Breton as if they were arrows dipped in frostbite venom. "Speak when your mouth is not full of snow, Adalad..." Adalad raised one finger up at Deed, gesturing for him to wait as he swallowed the snow. Deed waited inpatiently, folding his arms across his chest. "Adala-" Deed began to spoke, but was interrupted as the Breton spat his snow out and spoke quickly. "GoputthehorsesonthethingwhereyouputthehorsespleaseDeedyou'regivingmeaheadache!" Deed gave Adalad and unamused look and untied the horse from the carriage, bringing him several feet from the carriage when he realized the stables were OUTSIDE the city gates. Deed huffed, simply returning the horse to the carriage. Adalad seemed to pay no attention to this, instead simply nursing his quite obviously painful hangover. As Deed watched, amused at Adalad's pain, he thought for a moment. "I should book a room for later tonight at the inn so that I can just sleep whem I get the chance. Perhaps Adalad will let me go do that and I can use a chamber pot." Deed opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a guard, who hailed the duo. "Lizard, Breton, you need a permit to set up a stall in town, you can't just-" As the guard spoke, Adalad sat up and then groaned loudly to interrupt him, digging into his satchel while the guard then began to make a snide remark about lollygagging. Adalad slammed a piece of parchment on the stall counter and the guard huffed, dissatisfied he could harass them no longer. Deed realized he didn't know they needed a permit, or whether or not he would be needed to guard the stall all day...he dreaded the thought, and turned to Adalad. "Adalad." Deed said. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?" Adalad whined. "Where is the inn, I will book myself a room for tonight, and will you need me to stand guard all day? That costs extra." Deed placed his hands on his hips for emphasis. Adalad shot up in his stool, a smile spreading across his face that likely meant no good was to come of the next statement. "An excellent idea, Deed! Stand guard here all day if you'd please, and if you can get to the Candlehearth befor-" Adalad was interrupted. "Candlehearth?" Deed inquired. "Is that the name of the inn? Where is it?" Adalad frowned. "I was going to tell you if you LET ME FINISH, impatient boy...it's in the middle of the square, and yes, it is the inn...they have drink and rooms, but eh...probably not for you. Aheh." Deed cocked his head to the side, and gave the Breton a curious look. "Not for me? Why so? You better not be making up things so that you don't have to-" now Deed is interrupted by Adalad, who seems to have a tinge of 'backpedaling fear' in his voice. "Well I mean err...well it's just the Nords here and the Cloaked Stormers just don't like us...non-Nord folk...especially the ones that don't look like them. They tolerate a Breton, but an Argonian?" Adalad scoffs, then chuckles and gives a rude snort. "Fat chance." Deed glares at Adalad, not unused to the rude Breton's mannerisms, he simply begins to walk in the direction of the inn. "I doubt you, I will check myself..." Deed calls over his shoulder. Adalad says something in response, it sounds somewhat frantic but Deed chooses to ignore it, his bladder has only gotten more demanding since the sun has risen, and his crotch is beginning to feel...unconfortable...however as a dignified man he will hold it, and use a chamber pot at the inn. Deed opens the surprisingly heavy door and finds...less people than he thought there would be. A drunk nord sits at the bar counter, mumbling into his tankard, a tired bard strums lazily at her lute, and a comely nord woman is absent-mindedly looking at wine and mead bottles for imperfections. Deed approaches the bar, seating himself next to the drunken Nord and clearing his throat to get the barmaiden's attention. She begins to speak without looking at Deed, she seems to almost be reading from a script with how practiced her greeting is; "This here's Candlehearth Hall. Great room's upstairs, an' there's a bed for rent on the ground floor, food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty. My name is Elda what can I get y-" She seems to stop speaking as she turns to look at Deed, then blinks several times. "Ah...you must be new here..." she adopts a flat tone, it barely covers the contempt in her voice. "Is there something you need?" she raises an eyebrow at Deed. "Yes ma'am, I just came into town and I would like to reserve a room for the day, and...eh...a little mead never hurt." Deed gave a polite smile, which Elda did not return. Without speaking she reached under the table and placed a tankard on the counter, then poured an already open bottle of mead into the tankard until it foamed to the brim. The amber liquid seemingly reminded Deed of his need to urinate, and he clenched his jaw lightly, but his thirst outweighed his other needs for now. Elda looked Deed up and down. "Dock workers usually talk to Shatter-Shield, he runs the-" Deed cut her off "I am not here to work the docks...thank you...now about that room?" he leaned forward slightly, expecting her to give a price for it, but instead she shook her head. "Sorry lizard but we're packed right to the brim, we sold the last room about ten minutes ago. And that drink is 3 septims." the bartender went back to examining bottles. Deed, sensing the agression towards himself gave a short grunt and placed 3 septims on the table before quickly downing his drink. Setting the tankard aside and scooting his stool backwards, he turned to his left and began to stand up, however as he stood, the scabbard of his sword struck the drunk Nord on the rear. Causing him to wake up, drunk and angry. He shot out of his stool and it clattered to ground, he looked to his right, then left, eyeing Deed's back as he began to exit the inn. "'Ey! Shtupid Lizard! What've ya tah say fer y'self?!" the Nord approached Deed, who turned to face the man, confused. "Beg pardon, is something the matter, warm-blood?" the Nord eyed Deed up and down, crossing his arms defiantly. "Aye there'sh shomething wrong cold-blood, your shcabb'rd hit me! I'd been shleepin'!" Deed cocked his head to the side, confused at the Nord's anger. "So?" The Nord began to turn red in anger, like a drunken tomato. "Sho?! Sho?! Sho?! That'ere my favourite shleep! You gotta pay fer't!" Deed scoffed. "How am I going to pay for you-" Deed was cut short by the stabbing pain in his jaw, as he was thrown back in surprise, stumbling into the wall and rubbing his jaw with a yell of pain, and his bladder reminded him that it was getting full. "THAT'SH how y' can pay fer me sleep!" the Nord laughed, placing his hands on his hips in a triumphant . Deed hissed at the man and threw himself at him in rage, sending a punch for the drunken Nord's beer belly. The Nord gasped, the air being pulled from his lungs as he was struck off guard, in his surprise and drunkeness, he would stumble back and trip over his own fallen barstool, tumbling to the ground, a loud yell and a clatter of wood and metal landing in a crumpled heap of pain, with a loud THUMP, sucking air in winded gasps. Deed blinked twice, not expecting his punch to be half as effective, he would quickly exit the inn, to avoid further confrontation, and the inevitable arrival of the guards. Deed hurried his way back to the carriage and the makeshift stall, approaching the counter and looking at Adalad, who had seemingly managed to shrug off his hangover. He looked up at Deed and questioned him. "Any luck?" he grinned, already knowing the answer. Deed grunted "Conflict of interests..." he sighed once more and leaned against the side of the makeshift stall, which would be his new post. Deed was not satisfied with today's events so far; he stayed out all night guarding supplies while Adalad got drunk, so he's tired, he didn't get a room at the inn, and he got into a fight which might get him jail time, and worst of all he 'still' had to pee. Deed scoffed in disdain for the city he had only just arrived at. "This place sucks..." he spoke aloud. "Whatever, you're just jealous, scales..." Adalad chuckled. Deed growled "Shut up, Adalad or I'm raising my fee." "...whatever Deed..."

Has anyone heard of the comic Incontinent Student Bodies? I found it after I had re-read Associated Student Bodies, the seminal gay Furry comic. It's kind of cringe worthy, but interesting. It is about anthropomorphic animals in college with various incontinence issues coming together and being gay. I don't know how else to put it. It also has the meme starting picture of the bunny crying. Warning: there is diaper messing, but they don't show the mess. If anyone is interested, I can share some of what I have, though all of the comics are available through the website.

just some commissions and free time stuff i did that have pee and what not~

Venus loved getting the chance to go to the river with her friends. Scheduling had gotten trickier as they had gotten older, but her little group still made a point to catch up a couple times over the summer. Venus wasn't exactly an avid swimmer, but toobing was something she thoroughly enjoyed. Grabbing a couple coolers, loading up the booze, and heading down to go float for a couple hours had proven to be the absolute highlight of the American Bulldog's week. At least until she'd gotten home. Venus seemed to forget every year that while her friends with their dark fur may have only needed sunscreen once, she didn't have that luxury. A with hair as short as it was light, she needed to reapply more than once. Something she'd completely neglected to do as she'd guzzled down fruity alcoholic punch in an attempt to both have fun and build up a little liquid courage to talk to that hunky new stallion who'd joined them. It turned out he'd had a girlfriend so the whole idea was doomed from the start, but Venus had a great time nonetheless. After being dropped off at home and falling asleep almost right away, she awoke several hours later to a pervasive soreness flaring across her skin. Her white fur had done nothing to protect her from the sun’s strong rays. Venus groaned as she got up, realizing this was not a typical sunburn. This was a brutal sunburn indeed. The tops of her feet sported a white line where here flip flops had sat, but the rest was a furious red going halfway up her thighs where her swimsuit skirt had lain. Her arms, chest, and back had much the same treatment. The bulldog felt awful as she flopped herself into a cool shower. She couldn't even bring herself to stand, sitting as the spray gently caressed her back. She tilted her face back, drinking some of the water as it came down. At least she had plenty of aloe Vera, though the thought was of little comfort as she began to rub it all over her skin. The shower sound roused her bladder, which she let god of without thinking. The relief came quickly, a small respite from her general discomfort. The aloe began to soak in, thirsty skin drinking it up quickly. The intense feeling of burn started to alleviate. Having sat in the shower for a borderline unreasonable amount of time, Venus pushed herself back to her feet. She toweled off gingerly before crawling back into bed. A mild headache told her she needed water, she was hardly awake enough to register the thought before falling back asleep. Venus awoke in pain. The sunburn seemed to cover much of her body. She managed to get to her feet, making it to the bathroom to piss and grab an Advil. She sat down slowly, trying not to hurt herself any more as she released. Mmmmm, she needed that. Shed had so much damn alcohol the day before she must not have pissed it all out the night before. Something wasn't right. Probably dehydration due to the damn burn, she realized. Pain made it hard to focus, but one thing was clear. She needed water. Her parched throat felt like sandpaper. But the biggest concern was figuring out how to minimize needing to get up. Every step hurt, her skin felt like it was going to split open at any moment, but Venus made her way to the kitchen. She'd bought a pair of giant drink containers at Costco a few weeks earlier. At sixty four ounces each, they'd do the trick. The bulldog filled them with ice and water, screwed the lids on, and carefully managed over to the couch to watch tv. Thank God it was Saturday. She pulled up Hulu and saw a new Worst Cooks in America had come out. Perfect, some trash tv for a trash day she thought. She didn't even wait for the intro to finish before starting to greedily suck down the first jug. The chefs were working on and mostly failing at knife cuts, it seemed like. Venus paid no attention to how quickly she drank, just desperately glad that something was slaking the otherwise overwhelming thirst. By the time the first one was getting eliminated, she'd made a hefty dent in how much water remained. Her stomach was getting a bit full, she realized. She must have been drinking quite a bit to have such a noticeable discomfort. The jug sounded about half full when she shook it. Good, she thought. That would help. Venus dozed off a but as the next episode started, but woke back up during the second challenge. She somehow felt thirsty again, and the bloated feeling she'd had before seemed to be gone, so she set to work on drinking again. There was still a drowsiness in her actions, however. The heat from the day before seemed to have done a real number on the young woman’s energy. She continued to fade in and out, intermittently snoozing, waking to watch her show and drink, before settling into a longer nap. When the bulldog woke back up, a new pressure was building. Venus groaned as she realized she had to pee. She'd considered not needing to get up for water, but not where that water would go. Shaking her first jug, she found it almost entirely empty. That was a full two liters. It was a miracle she didn't have to go worse. Maybe her body had needed the water to fight dehydration? There was no telling. Still though, given how bad getting up would hurt, she'd fight this mild discomfort. Some time during her nap a new episode must have started because the annoying wolverine from the previous episode wasn't there anymore, so the must have been an elimination. The show was a convenient distraction, but it didn't exactly require oodles of attention be paid to it. The nagging sensation of her filling bladder was hard to ignore. Sick of lying in the same position, she gingerly went to turn on her side, grimacing as she felt water in her stomach moving. She really had too much to drink too quickit. At least the side position was a bit more comfortable though. Her skin seemed to be drying out again. Luckily She'd grabbed the Aloe, and began carefully massaging the gel into her red skin. It was tricky to work through the fur, but she did it as her skin quickly sucked it up. She started with her toes having somehow burned the tops of her feet, working her way up. Even a significant portion of her breasts had gotten burned, plus a large part for her belly where her two piece swimsuit had split. This sunburn was just terrible. She finished rubbing the aloe into her skin, trying to go back to the tv. However, her bladder was starting to become a problem. Perhaps because of how fast she'd been drinking, she thought she needed to go a lot worse now than she did even ten minutes earlier when she'd broken out the aloe. What had been a slightly annoying nagging sensation had rapidly gotten to the point where if she hadn't been in pain she'd definitely have gotten up. Now though, she did have to decide between needing to piss and every step being painful. She decided to endure. On screen, Chef Ann clucked angrily at one of her recruits. That chicken did not like mistakes. Something about his knife cuts being dangerous and they'd already done this before. While normally the slight drama would have been welcome, now it failed to hold the dog’s attention. Her bladder was filling at an alarming rate and she couldn't stop focusing on it. The idea of having to stagger over to the toilet though was just overwhelming. Neither option seemed like a terribly good one, but one was starting to force itself on her. An urgent signal from her lower body forced Venus to make the call. She clench her jaw in preparation for the pain as she got up, but as her feet hit the floor and her skin started to move, the pain became too much. She let herself back down onto the couch. She couldn't possibly make that walk, but she couldn't sit on the couch until she pissed herself either. As an adult, she didn't want to acknowledge the very real possibility of that if she kept waiting either. Every passing minute seemed to be having a terrible effect on her. The point of there simply being too much inside was coming, and coming quickly. The bathroom had never seemed so far, and even on her drunkest weekends she didn't think her bladder had ever been this full. Two liters of water pushing down would do that, she supposed. Wait… that's right. She spotted the nearly empty jug. Bingo. There wasn't too much left, maybe a few gulps in it. That settled this. She drink the rest of the water and piss in the jug. Without giving herself time to consider it, she started chugging down the dreads of her drink. More liquid entering her body made her bladder pulse. It was a special kind of torture, and she'd swear it was bypassing her stomach altogether, directly filling up her overinflated organ. With that done, and the end in sight, Venus started to pee against her will. It was a slight trickle, but it wouldn't stay that way and she couldn't get control over it. Quickly she unscrewed the lid, scooted to the edge of the couch, and put the vessel covering her pussy. With that done, the young woman let go. She moaned quietly as relief washed over her body. Her piss came out in a torrent, hitting harshly against the side of the container and filling her ears with a distinct hiss. It was nearly orgasmic, she realized, as pee continued to cascade out. Her tail began to wag and she started to pant happily, thoroughly enjoying being alleviated. After a minute, her stream slowed to a trickle. The jug was starting to get a bit on the full side, but left enough room at the top for her not to need to worry. With a much more relaxed expression, she settled back into the couch to watch her tv show. Then the bulldog gave a slightly mischievous smile as she picked up the second jug and began to drink.