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

This is where I'll be posting written works not made by me, but an anonymous friend that's also keen on sharing peefics to you all. Will be updated overtime. Miranda: Manager Mishap "Ahhh, barely made it!" Miranda sighed with relief the moment she looked down at her car stereo upon pulling into the Burger-Tron parking lot. Ten minutes late. Not bad considering the rush she was in after drastically oversleeping, and certainly not the worst it had ever been. It had come at the cost of being out the door as soon as she was dressed, but surely that would be the worst thing to happen to her today. Still, being late meant angering her employees should they wait too long for her to come unlock the fast food joint. As she rounded the corner to the front of the building she saw the annoyed faces of Paulo, James, and all the other employees under her watch. She hated to see what a few more minutes of delay would do to them. "Sorry guys, may or may not have overslept a little," Miranda explained, stifling a yawn and the urge to say 'a lot' instead. Retrieving the keychain from her pocket, she wasted no time in getting the building unlocked and letting everyone inside. As soon as the lights were turned on the group headed to the break room, where BT-branded caps and aprons were put on to the tune of friendly chit-chat and the music of the early morning radio. Once everyone was ready, they gathered round the central table while Miranda started barking orders. "Alright, James, there's a ton of trash piled up around the store, you're on trash duty. Allison, Claire, get the kitchen ready. Paulo, get the dining area cleaned up. Bill, soda fountains. Morning commuters will be here any minute." No complaints, they had all heard this before. Everyone started scrambling to work except for James. "Just need the key to the back door." Miranda tossed the entire keychain at him. "Here, go nuts, I got plenty of stuff to do myself." "You sure? I just need the on-" but Miranda neither heard nor cared. Thus, the team descended upon the restaurant, fixing it up at breakneck speed to be ready for the rush of commuters seeking a quick breakfast or at least a coffee. Miranda went around checking in on everyone periodically, while otherwise performing miscellaneous, but no less important tasks such as preparing the cash register. Her early morning rush had put them all in a bit of a hurry, but as long as the kitchen and drive thru line were up and ready soon, the rest would be smooth sailing. In the midst of it all, Miranda found the time to make herself a cup of coffee, as she was still a little conked out from having to leave her house so fast. No time for breakfast, no time for a shower, no time to brush her teeth... ...No time to use the bathroom. With a twinge of embarrassment, Miranda suddenly noticed the tight feeling in her abdomen. Perhaps she should've at least put aside the time for a toilet break before she left; her bladder was unpleasantly full. With an annoyed grunt, Miranda gulped the rest of the coffee, tossing the empty cup into one of the many garbage cans yet to be emptied, and hurried off to the bathroom to take care of this minor inconvenience. Stepping down the hallway, Miranda parked herself in front of the female bathroom and turned the knob, only to find it refused to budge. Confusion turned to a slight jolt of fear as she tried it a few times, only to determine the bathrooms had yet to be unlocked yet. No matter, she thought, reaching for the keychain on her belt. "Goddammit..." she huffed under her breath. Miranda's bladder protested, having not expected such a delay. Ugh, where's James at, she thought, heading down the hall to the restaurant's rear door, only to hear her name called. "Yo, you're needed at the drive thru register, customers are starting to arrive!" Paulo called to her from the other end of the hallway. Miranda turned around to stare at him blankly for a moment, realizing the sudden predicament she was in. "...Alright, I'm coming," she replied. It was an unfortunate coincidence, but one she had to deal with. There was no time to go find James, customers were more important than a bathroom break she didn't really need anyway. Indeed, as she headed to her work station, the urge to relieve herself was swiftly forgotten. She would of course need to go sooner or later, but that could easily wait until James finished up and brought her the keys. Service with a smile till then. ===== "Th-thank you, come again!" Miranda called through her earpiece, blushing as she noticed the stutter in her voice. Peeking through the window, she saw the drive thru empty for the time being and carefully whipped out her phone to check the time. She bit her lip, slightly surprised to see she hadn't even been behind the register a half hour yet. It felt like it had easily been twice as long, and not just because of the monotony of the job. Who would've guessed that sitting behind a counter doing little of anything would eventually allow her mind to wander to the fact she needed to pee. Miranda subtly squeezed her thighs in response. It helped, but she still had to pee quite badly. A toilet break was in order as soon as practicable, and she was still nowhere close to being on break. Not that she couldn't leave at all, but getting somewhere to cover for her at the busiest time of morning was not an easy feat. Gritting her teeth, Miranda could only sit there, silently suffering, while another customer pulled up and started to place an order. Eventually, Paulo found himself without anything to do, having finished wiping down the main dining room. There was still plenty yet to be done, but for Miranda it meant a chance to call him over. "Think you could cover me for a moment?" Miranda asked, trying to hide the urgency in her voice, "I need to, uh...check on James." "Uh, I think so." "Great!" Miranda strained, tearing herself away to quickly yet inconspicuously head off towards the bathrooms. She hoped, yet doubted they had been unlocked yet, in which case she'd need to find James, but that wouldn't take too much more time, and she thankfully wasn't completely desperate yet. Coming to the bathroom door yet again, Miranda hopefully tried it, but once again it proved out of order. Her bladder throbbed, and she hurried away to find James. Just wait for him out by the dumpster, retrieve the keychain, and she'd be in business. The only concern was how long it would take if he wasn't already there. This would quickly prove to be the least of her worries for the moment, as a sudden foreign voice in her ear called “Hello?”. In her rush to leave her post, she had kept her earpiece on. The earpiece connected to the drive thru's speakers. An earpiece Paulo neither had, nor had been given an opportunity to retrieve. A customer was waiting while she selfishly sought out a bathroom, and Paulo was either oblivious or trying to figure out what to do. Miranda very nearly swore loudly into the mic, but managed to catch herself and instead choke out a rushed "Ah hello! W-welcome to Burger Tron, may I t-take your order?" while she practically sprinted back to the window, bladder protesting with each step, but otherwise forgotten. "Uh yeah, can I get uhhhh...two number nines...a number nine large..." began the voice on the other end, sounding like a gruff old dog who was perfectly content with taking his time. Miranda got back to the window and replaced Paulo well before the dog had finished his order, and stood there for about a minute after, listening to him drone on. "...one with cheese...and uhhhhh, a large soda." The customer finally finished. "Wh-what flavor soda?" Miranda asked, forcing a nervous grin. "Uhhh, you kids still have 'Booya Blast'?" "N-no sir, that was discontinued months ago." "Aww shit. What do you have then?" For fuck's sake... By the time the order had been taken, prepared, and handed off to the customer, Miranda found herself in a painful position. Whether it was the coffee or the nervousness or both, her bladder now painfully ached. Customers were starting to line up too, given plenty of time to build up behind the dog. Thankfully Paulo was still waiting patiently, and after apologizing profusely, Miranda passed the earpiece. "There, sorry. S-still need you to cover, also do you k-know where James is?" "Uh, saw him heading to the back door with another load of trash a minute ago." Finally, things were starting to look up. Miranda thanked him and ran off, hopefully for the last time, in the direction of her salvation. Every step caused her bladder to slosh around, and she began seriously holding herself once out of sight to try avoiding an unfortunate accident. She stepped carefully, but speed was more important at this stage of the game. By the time she arrived at the back door, she nearly doubled over, squeezing her thighs relentlessly to regain control, before pushing the door open. "JAMES, KEYS!" James had been hovering over a bag of trash attempting to tie it, and the sudden outburst from his superior made him jump. He looked over at her, but quickly realized something else and returned to the bag with a look of fear on his face. "James, what are you doing?!" She demanded, expecting him to do literally anything else. "I'm sorry!" he called, "but I think I just dropped the keys in the bag!" "You WHAT?!" she nearly yelled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you made me jump and I lost my grip!" he apologized again, frantically digging through the bag. This was perhaps the worst turn of events Miranda could've had that day. She could've been doubling back to the bathroom by now, keys in hand. Instead, she had inadvertently caused the employee trusted with them to drop them into a metaphorical haystack, and now stood there watching while she furiously gripped her crotch and resisted the urge to potty dance. A number of poor decisions had led to this moment, and now she was paying the price. She just wished it wouldn't end the way she expected it. "I'll...be by the b-bathrooms," she choked out. "Bring them th-there when you...f-find them." Miranda was sure the desperation in her voice was obvious, as though her strange poses didn't give James enough of a hint, but that didn't matter anymore. She just hoped and prayed this would only take a second as she carefully doubled back. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. There was no chance of it working, and it would be slightly embarrassing if she was caught, but anything was better than wetting her pants at this point. With a shaky hand, she reached for the doorknob to the men's bathroom. With a shaky breath she turned it, and was never more delighted for a doorknob to work in her entire life. For reasons beyond her knowledge, or care, the men's room just happened to be unlocked. Questions would come later, right now she needed to GO. Miranda's rush to the toilet was a blur, but in a flash she managed to get the door closed and the light on before starting on undoing her lower garments. She remembered the apron around her front side, and began furiously and awkwardly tearing it off, tossing it on the floor once it was off. In that time she barely began to lose control, small drops of urine coming out into her panties. On the absolute verge of losing it, Miranda tore down everything around her waist and slammed her quivering ass on the freshly cleaned toilet. "Hhhhhooooohhhhhhhhh..." Miranda moaned loudly as she finally relaxed. Fresh urine began gushing from her tortured bladder, splashing loudly in the toilet bowl and filling the entire bathroom with an almost hissing sound. The stress of the situation rapidly drained away into the toilet, while the ache in her deflating bladder disappeared too. Composing herself, Miranda let out a much quieter and more dignified huff of relief as she leaned forward on the toilet and rested her elbows on her lap. Peeing furiously, Miranda allowed herself to relax, sitting there contentedly while she listened to the noisy ‘pppwfffsshhhh’ of her bladder emptying. She urinated close to a full minute, before the final drops fell into the yellow-tinted bowl. Sighing one last time, she looked down to inspect the damage. A small damp spot was left on her panties which wouldn't be comfortable, but would dry quickly and hadn't been given the chance to soak through anything else. Reaching behind, Miranda flushed the toilet and swiftly returned her pants and underwear to their proper position. Grabbing her apron off the floor, she fixed it up and put it back on, then went over to the sinks to wash her hands, remembering the health & safety sign that had been burned into her brain at this point. Feeling much more refreshed, and with a small spring in her step, Miranda left the bathroom, nearly bumping into James who had been standing around awkwardly with the keys in his hand. "Oh, there you are! I'm so sorry again, here's the keys, thankfully it didn't take me too long to find...them..." he trailed off, noticing where she had come from. "Uh, did you?" he wondered aloud, realizing immediately after what a poor decision it was to ask. "I mean-" "It's fine," Miranda huffed. "These things happen." “I’m sorry,” James spoke dolefully, “It’s my fault for not opening that door earlier today. I was rushing to use the bathroom myself and forgot to unlock the other one and…” "You're fine James,” cutting off his ongoing excuse, “Most of it was my fault anyway." Grabbing the keychain from his hand, she began carefully and wordlessly retrieving the only key James was in need of. As she prepared to hand it back to him, she glared at him coldly. "None of this ever happened, got it?" He laughed nervously. "Sure thing boss!"

👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.

So when I get on Furaffinity, many Bitdefender notifications say, "Suspicious connection blocked" Is this a false alarm, or is Furaffinity not safe? This website doesn't give me any of those notifications, and I'm pretty sure I'm clicking the right Furaffinity.

Hi everybody! 👋 This post is about my two OC's, Drenn and Oliver! I kinda felt like before I post more art of them, I should give you guys some context about these two and their dynamic, especially since I want their relationship to grow from their experiences in my works! They're really close friends, but they don't get too much more intimate than cuddling up on the couch when it's chilly- yet. Drenn: (he's my profile pic!) Friendly, enthusiastic, fun-loving, adventurous and bold, Drenn is a twenty one year old, and his species is called the chimera kin. He's loyal to his friends, highly determined and ambitious. Don't let the fact that he wears a diaper fool you, he'll always fight for what's right, and in a scuffle, his sturdy, kangaroo-like body gets the job done! Speaking of diapers, Drenn and other chimera kin are not traditionally potty trained, instead wearing, using and enjoying diapers their whole lives! Oliver: Smart, Inquisitive and a little shy, Oliver is a nineteen year old elf who's armed with all sorts of survival skills and knowledge that helps him and Drenn during their adventures through the forest. Ollie often serves as a voice of reason for his audacious friend, his keen instincts and observant nature making him a great body language reader and often first to get a feeling when somethings wrong. Drenn and Oliver have been friends for over a decade, and often like to cuddle together~ He'll deny it vehemently, but when say for example, during a nice cuddle sesh, Drenn falls asleep, wets himself and his diaper begins to press into his thigh--- Ollie gets oh so very flustered!~ Hope you like them, these two will appear in a lot of my works! 💕

Taking art requests if anyone wants to request something! I can do sfw and nsfw works, and mainly draw anthros, but i can draw ferals too. Robotic anthros are also welcome, and encouraged even! Limits: I will not draw things involving scat, farts, diapers, or anything with any stated underraged characters. But yeah, im fairly open. So, go ahead and request stuff, and I'll try my best

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)