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  1. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (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! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) 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) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and 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, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. 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 it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher. Neglect may add a tag...] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one.. Bottle of Water...?: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional
  2. I found this pretty image while searching Gelbooru. It's named with both the original japanese name, and its translation. I think it's pretty obvious. Plus, I tagged it with the artist's name and put it under "tagme", so people with better imagination could tag it.

    © http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=46862505

  3. From the album My Edits

    I actually edited this one in MS Paint before I got better software. Didn't do so bad of a job in my opinion.
  4. From the album My Edits

  5. They haven't noticed yet. None of the other Akatsuki members have realized that Deidara has an...unusual interest. It's not like they haven't got weird kinks of their own-Hidan seems to get off on killing, and Sasori's into pseudo necroplhilia. Deidara's thing isn't that strange, by comparison. The youngest member of the Akatsuki would never tell anyone, but he loves the feeling of desperation, the squirming, the loss of control when he finally can't hold it anymore, and the warm wetness that comes afterward. So far, no one's caught him, but Sasori once walked into his room as he was doing a hold. The blond had been just about to lose control, but he was forced to hold it for even longer while he talked to the puppet master. He began wetting the instant Sasori left. Ever since then, Deidara's made sure to lock his door every time he indulges in his fetish. This time, though, he can't, mostly because there's no door to lock. Deidara has been holding it since he got up, and now he's a 9/10, easy. The artist whimpers and rubs his thighs together, wishing that this stupid mission was over already so he could go. It isn't even a real mission! Pain just wants Tobi out of his hair, and Deidara's watching him to make sure he doesn't do something stupid...more stupid than usual, anyway. They're finally on their way back, and as soon as the door's in sight, he's running as fast as he can with such an uncomfortably full bladder, occasionally reaching down to hold himself. The instant he gets to his room, Deidara slams the door shut and sits down with his legs spread wide. He relaxes his muscles and massages his lower abdomen, panting as he does so. The effect is immediate. Urine gushes from his body, soaking his pants and making a puddle underneath him. Deidara moans loudly, tilting his head back, and puts his fingers over his already-soaking crotch so he can feel the hot liquid escaping him. It takes almost a full minute to empty himself, and when he's finished, he finds that he needs a different kind of relief. "Ah...ah...o-oh..." Itachi Uchiha expects to hear explosions from Deidara's room, not lewd moaning. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he carefully opens the door to see what the hell is going on in there. The stoic young man's eyes widen in surprise-he probably won't forget this anytime soon. Deidara is sitting in a large puddle of urine, his Akatsuki robes tossed on the bed, pants unzipped and (rather small) penis held in his hands. He cries out as the mouth on his left hand wraps itself around his length and begins to suck. Watching the smaller boy get himself off is making Itachi's own pants feel rather tight, and he unconsciously begins to rub himself through his clothes. After only a few more moments, Deidara shrieks and falls back as he comes into his hand-mouth. Itachi leaves quickly, not wanting the blond to notice him standing there. When he gets back to his own room, he takes care of his own "problem" as quickly as possible, moaning Deidara's name as he climaxes. A/N: I also published this on my FanFiction.net account, OverlyCheerfulRat.
  6. Anyone happen to know the source of this image? Thanks!
  7. So this isn't really a long story, but it is one of my favorite memories. My boyfriend and I were staying after college, working on a project, when his mom texted him and asked us to stop by and feed the cats since they were on a trip. My boyfriend, Alex, agreed and we quickly finished up what we were doing. He drank the last bit of his gallon and pushed his legs together (yes, my bf carries around a gallon of water and drinks it just to tease me). Once we got to the car, he was looking slightly worried and said he should've gone pee before he left. I didn't want him to be uncomfortable so I offered to walk back to the building with him, but he refused. It was so cute, he kept saying how he could hold it and that it wasn't that bad. I actually believed him, because he didn't seem too desperate. As we rode along he occasionally squirmed and pressed his thighs together. He had a concerned look on his face again and started looking for places to pull over. I really thought he was just kidding, so the whole time I was making fun of him haha. We were only ten minutes away when things started getting really interesting. He was grabbing his crotch near constantly now and rocking back and forth like a kid. I, of course, had my hands down my pants (no shame) pleasuring myself to the show I was getting. "Uh oh," he said and looked very embarrassed. I couldn't see anything on the outside of his pants so I asked if he leaked. "Well... Maybe... I didn't mean to. I actually think I'm going to--" He was cut off by another spurt as he tried to concentrate on driving. His distraction was causing him to drive slower, which meant it took even longer to get to his house. I was so turned on I was near orgasm. I wanted to record him, but I couldn't bring myself to stop rubbing myself. Oh my god, he really might wet himself. My thoughts were interrupted by him whining and squirming like mad. We were only a minute away, but his pants had a small wet spot. He tried pinching it to stop the flow, but nothing worked. Another big leak. The crotch of his jeans were now soaked, but we were pulling into the driveway. His parents live in the middle of the woods, so we had quite a bit of privacy. " Oh shit!" He screamed as he pulled into the long driveway. "I can't hold it!" He put the car in park and jumped out, pulling his dick out. Pee spurted out uncontrollably before he could properly aim, and it shot out in a high arch. After around a solid minute of peeing he came back in the car, and I felt his wet spot as I brought myself to orgasm. After we went in, he was looking pretty embarrassed so I helped him dry his jeans with a blow dryer as he stood there in soaked briefs. This was the first time I had ever seen him wet accidentally in an uncontrolled environment, so I made sure to give him some positive reinforcement ;)
  8. the shield

    Okay, guys, doing it right this time, putting the whole thing in one thread. Sorry for doing it haphazardly in the past. About: This is another WWE fan fiction story. It is slash, and features watersports on all levels, sex, and some BDSM. Not safe for work. Contains vulgar language and some light drug use. Still ongoing/incomplete. Summary: Seth Rollins recovers from surgery with the help of his lover, Dean Ambrose. His other former Shield brother, Roman Reigns, also comes to visit. But, Dean and Roman can't stay, the show must go on. While they travel together, Seth is left behind, but the Authority sends their ailing pet a "gift" in the form of a houseboy. Submissive Seth has to learn how to become dominant. Chapter 1 – Seth's Knee Surgery Seth awoke for the first time he could remember after the surgery. He had to piss so terribly he thought he was going to wet the bed. It was even worse than the awful pain coming from his repaired right knee. He was also nauseated, yet thirsty, like he had the flu. He honestly felt like he might throw up, and moaned. “Hey, you're awake!” Dean's voice said, brightly, and he sprang out of a chair Seth hadn't yet noticed. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” “Trash can, I think I'm going to be sick.” Dean got the trash can there just as Seth began to retch and dry-heave, but that's all it was. Dean was alarmed. “I'll call a nurse.” He pressed Seth's call button, and did his best to comfort his lover, who felt cool and clammy. He stroked Seth's hair and rubbed the back of his neck. Very soon a young, sandy-haired male nurse appeared, smiling kindly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins. I'm Matt, your evening nurse. How are you feeling?” Seth felt so awful he couldn't do anything but shake his head. Dean had to speak for him. “He's really feeling sick to his stomach, and feels cold and clammy. He tried throwing up, but nothing came up, since he hasn't had anything since last night.” Matt nodded. “Very common way to feel after surgery. A lot of stress on the body, a lot of drugs and anesthesia. I'll get you something for the nausea. Are you having any pain?” Seth nodded, and cleared his throat. “Yes. It hurts worse now than it did before. I don't think I've ever felt worse overall. On top of what he said, I feel weak, tired, thirsty, and I really need to, um, drain off.” Matt lifted the blankets near the end of Seth's bed. “I'll take your catheter out and get you a urinal right away.” “I'll step out for a bit,” Dean said, and squeezed Seth's hand affectionately before leaving. Matt pulled the curtain around Seth's bed. “I'm not going to lie to you and tell you this won't hurt at all, but it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. Just try to relax, and take deep breaths.” Seth tried to follow the nurse's advice, but it still burned when Matt pulled the plumbing from his cock, and helpless tears sprang to his eyes. “It's okay, it's out now. I'll go and get your meds and and some water so you can have some privacy.” Matt positioned a urinal for Seth, who exploded before his nurse could even turn away. As soon as that discomfort was taken care of, the pain in his knee grew exponentially, and he began to cry like he was six years old again. Matt reappeared, took the urinal away, and handed Seth a box of Kleenex. “Is it the pain?” Seth nodded and wiped his eyes. “As soon as I get your vitals, I'll give you something for the pain,” Matt assured him. Seth continued to sniffle while Matt took his temperature, blood pressure, and looked at the monitor and IV lines. Then, he cleaned off a port in the IV line with an alcohol swab, and gave him two injections through it. “You should be feeling a lot better in a few minutes, Mr. Rollins.” Seth wiped away the last of his tears, and blew his nose. “Thank you. And, call me Seth.” “Okay, Seth. Did you want a wet cloth for your face?” “Yes...That would feel nice.” He took a sip of the water Matt had brought, and it didn't unsettle his stomach. His parched mouth chanted relief. Matt brought him a cool, wet, washcloth from the private bathroom, then busied himself in a computer, putting notes in Seth's chart. Seth washed his face, then folded the cloth over his eyes. He looked horrible when he cried, and he didn't want Dean to know. He wondered how long Dean had been here; Seth had made it known to his friends and coworkers that he didn't want any visitors, so he hadn't expected to find his lover beside him. But, Seth was really happy he did. When the nurse was satisfied Seth was feeling somewhat better, he left, and Dean reappeared, pushing a cart laden with flowers, balloons, and gifts. “Lots of well-wishers, Seth. I already weeded out the fan stuff and had it sent on to the children's hospital.” “Thank you.” Seth smiled, feeling fuzzy from the drugs, and Dean. Dean gave him a hug. When he pulled away, Seth thought he saw tears in his lover's eyes, happy tears. He turned his attention back to Seth's get well gifts. “Just look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start.” “The flowers,” Seth suggested. “Because nothing says 'get well soon' like a dead flower.” “Oh, babe, have a heart!” Dean chided playfully. He picked up an arrangement and read the card. “This is from Mark Henry.” Before Seth could reply, there was a knock on his door, and Dr. Shu, his surgeon, came in. Dean excused himself again. Seth hoped he wouldn't come back with yet another cart full of gifts. Dr. Shu told Seth his surgery had gone very well, and he would be using crutches first thing tomorrow, and that he would have been using them tonight if he hadn't had a shot of morphine. Right then, walking on crutches didn't even seem like a remote possibility to Seth. After Dr. Shu left, Matt came in with an in-room dining menu. “You can order your dinner from here by calling the number on the front, or your friend can bring you whatever you'd like from the outside.” Seth thanked him, and Dean came back as Seth was looking at the menu. He knew he should eat, he hadn't since dinner last night, but he wasn't hungry. “Did you want me to get you some takeout?” Dean asked, and sat down in the chair beside Seth's bed. “I'm not hungry.” Seth set the menu on his table. “You need to eat something, though. Dude wouldn't have brought that to you if they didn't want you to eat something.” “True,” Seth sighed. He tried picking the menu back up, but drugged, he could not. Dean picked it up instead. “Wow, they've got practically everything!” What are you in the mood for? If it's not on here, I'll go get it.” “No, honey, you don't have to do that. I just want something small.” “Soup and a sandwich?” Dean asked. “Yeah, that sounds good. Tomato and grilled cheese.” Dean searched the menu. “They've got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Comfort food. I'll get the same.” “Will you call the number on the front?” Seth asked. “My brain isn't...” “I've got it handled.” Dean picked up the room phone. He ordered their trays, adding milk, coffee, and chocolate cake to the agreed upon tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Seth didn't object, it sounded good. “They should be up in forty-five minutes or less,” Dean told him, after hanging up the phone. “I hope it's less,” Seth said. “I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm so hungry I feel sick all over again.” Dean jumped up and went to the cart of gifts. “There's food in here. Lots of candy, a tin of giant cashews from...Neville...Team Bella sent you four gourmet cupcakes...And Roman sent you this ridiculous chicken-shaped mug, and good old Mrs. Grass.” Seth giggled at the ugly mug. “Let's try the cashews.” Dean opened the decorative tin, and plastic bag within, and extended the tin to Seth while munching one. “These are awesome!” Doped-up Seth nearly upset the tin, so Dean fed him one. As Dean had said, it was awesome. Dean continued to feed him, and Seth started to feel better than he had all day. He caught Dean's hand and kissed the salt and oil from his fingers. “Thank you, honey. I know I said I didn't want anyone here, but I'm really, really happy you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” Dean snugged and kissed him. “I'll always be here for you. Do you want some more water?” Seth nodded, and Dean handed him the styrofoam cup. “Thank you.” “Want to look at more gifts?” “No, actually.” “How about a social media update? I did call the boss, let him know your surgery went well, so I'm sure WWE will issue a statement, but you should really do a tweet or something.” “Yeah, I guess I kind of have to. Can you help me?” “Of course.” Just as Dean finished posting updates as Seth, there was a knock at the door, and Matt came in with a young, plump, redheaded nurse's aide. Both of them were carrying dinner trays. “Soup's on, guys,” Matt said, and put Seth's tray on his bed table. “This is Rochelle, one of our certified nursing assistants.” Rochelle handed Dean his tray, and turned her attention to the patient. “Hi, Seth, I'll be your CNA until eleven tonight. Is there anything I can get for you right now?” “More water, please.” He also wanted to piss before dinner, but didn't want to tell her, or any other female for that matter. “Okay, I'll be right back,” Rochelle replied, and left. Matt began pulling the bed table across Seth's lap. “Wait.” Seth blushed. “I want to piss, I mean pee, first.” “I'll get your urinal.” “I'll be right back,” Dean said, and stepped out. Matt drew the curtain around Seth's bed again and handed Seth the necessary. Embarrassed, Seth slipped it under the covers. He found he couldn't piss, despite all of his efforts, his body just seemed to have forgotten how. “I can't go,” he admitted to Matt. “That happens sometimes with pain medication, especially morphine,” Matt explained. “Do you really need to go bad?” “Well, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable, nothing major.” “Okay. Why don't you have dinner, and some water, and I'll come check on you in an hour. Of course, if you need me before then, you can call me. Sound good?” “Yeah, that's cool. Um...what if I still can't go?” “Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to, once the morphine wears off. We'll give you a different pain medication next time.” “How long before it wears off?” “Hours yet, but with a full bladder you should be able to go before then,” Matt assured him as he pulled the bed table across Seth's legs. Rochelle reappeared with water and left with Matt. Dean came back in. “You okay?” “I couldn't piss.” Seth drank some water. “The nurse said it was because of the morphine, so they're going to change my pain meds, but I might not be able to piss until it wears off unless-” “Eat, sweetness,” Dean gently interrupted. “Oddly enough, this is really good! Hospital food has gotten a lot better since I was fifteen. That's the last time I was in a hospital.” Seth began to eat. “What for?” “BMX stunt gone wrong. I landed on my face, and my friend was filming it, so the whole thing was caught on tape. We tried to send it in to AFV, but they rejected it on the grounds that it was too gory. I won't go into detail, but I looked like I'd been hit by a bus.” “Damn,” Seth mused. He glanced at his IV drip of saline. It was dripping slowly. He sighed. Dean put down his sandwich and took Seth's hands instead. “What's wrong babe? Can I get you anything?” Seth shook his head. He felt so helpless, and hated himself for it. He wanted to cry again, and hated himself for that, too. Dean sensed his distress, and hugged him tight. Seth winced. “Oops, sorry. Forgot you needed to pee.” Dean loosened his hold. “No, I don't. I just want to, but I can't. I'm so...uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to get your nurse?” “No, honey, he said he'd come check on me in an hour. And, I probably won't even be able to piss then... Fuck, I hate this!” Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Shhh, sweetness. Just relax; stressing out will only slow your recovery.” “I feel like...like I've... Oh, I don't know... I was on top of the world. And I know I've only been here for a day, and I wrecked my knee only a few days a go, but it feels like forever... And the belt, the glory, the glamour, the acme all seems like it happened decades ago.” Seth had never felt more depressed. He slumped in bed. “And, a year's recovery! That may as well be forever!” “It's not a year, it's nine months, babe, tops. And, knowing you, you'll be back in the ring before then.” “Forever,” Seth repeated. “I can't believe this happened to me.” All Dean could do was hug and pat him. Roman, with his recent injury, surgery, and recovery would know best what to say, and Dean made a mental note to text him the next time he stepped out. “Let's focus on right now,” Dean tried, and handed Seth the box of Kleenex. Seth hadn't realized he was crying again until then. “Come on, lunch is getting cold,” Dean coaxed, and Seth resumed eating, feeling detached from himself, Dean his only port in the storm of negative emotions, a save haven, and Seth was so grateful Dean was at his side. That was love. When Matt came back, Seth was more than ready to piss. Dean excused himself again, already busy in his phone texting Roman for help. Despite having to piss so badly he was in pain, Seth was unable to, once again. Matt tried to help him by running water, putting his hands in warm water, and even pressing on his visibly bulging bladder, like his owners sometimes did, but nothing worked, and Seth was a mess of frustrated tears and angry curse words. Matt suggested a break, and there was a knock on the door. Matt went to answer it. “Do you want your friend to come in? He seems pretty concerned. And, he's brought coffee.” Seth nodded, and Matt waved Dean inside. Dean was carrying a drink tray with three large coffees in it. He handed one to Matt, put one on Seth's bed table, and kept the last for himself. “You should drink your coffee,” Dean told Seth. “It's the worst thing for your bladder; at least that's what I heard.” “You heard right,” Matt said. “Drink up, Seth.” Seth refused. “Hell no. I'm not putting any more piss in my bladder...Grrrr...I want the piss out NOW!” “Maybe another position might help. Let's get you sitting up, on the edge of the bed.” Matt suggested. Automatically, Dean set down his coffee and came to help. Seth was crying again. He wondered if he had the courage to just ask for the catheter. Seth was a perched cripple; Dean holding him around the waist from behind, nurse supporting him in front. He was humiliated, and cursed again. “Shhh...” Dean whispered in his ear. “I'm here for you, my love. Everything's going to be okay. Now just relax... Oh my gosh, Seth, I can actually feel your bladder.” “So can I,” Seth sobbed. He heard Matt tell Dean to do something, and suddenly, Dean squeezed Seth tight, pressing his laced-together hands into Seth's bladder. The discomfort was too much to bear, and his body finally gave in. Piss splashed noisily into the bedpan the nurse held. “That's it, Seth, just keep peeing. Dean, you can stop pressing on him, but hold on to him.” Seth was finally pissing on his own. It had never felt better to do so. He was growing shaky, and tired from the relief. He sniffled. Dean snugged him. “Everything is fine, sweetness, don't cry,” he whispered. But, Seth couldn't help it. He was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, which was weighing harder on him. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up a week ago. When Seth finally finished pissing, Matt and Dean settled him back into bed. Matt took his vitals, Dean coaxed him into having some coffee. Matt brought him another cold cloth for his face and asked him if he needed anything else. Seth shook his head, and Matt left, promising to check up on him in a couple hours. Dean giggled. “I'll bet you feel better after that. Matt said that was three times as much as the average guy could hold.” Seth nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot of piss. I still ache from it. Thank you for helping me get it out.” Dean smiled, and they shared a kiss. “I couldn't bear to see you in pain.” “Come here.” Seth patted the bed, and Dean climbed in beside him. They held each other, Seth affectionately stroked Dean's hair, and Dean sighed happily. “You have no idea how worried I was when you were under the knife,” he confessed. “You have no idea how happy I am that you disobeyed my no visitors rule,” Seth responded. “I'm so happy you're here with me, helping me out.” “I want to help you once you're back home, too. With cooking, and laundry, driving, you know, stuff like that,” Dean said, nervously, and Seth was surprised, and pleased, to see him blushing. “I mean, I won't be able to be there when I'm working, but I want to be there for you as much as I can.” “Yes,” Seth said, happily. “I'd love that.”
  9. Anyone happen to know the source of this image?
  10. So, a while back I decided to write something tuned to the style of the Salem Witch Trials. I'm hoping that this doesn't break the site's guidelines against adult-rated content, but seeing as I CAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE, I'll have to just wing it and hope this story doesn't break the rules. As a forewarning, this story is focused around a homosexual female couple. Detailed lesbian sex scenes are imminent. You should only stick with this if you are willing to invest yourself into a long and detailed story. Word count: 8,832 (Buckle in for a long one) Chapter One: The Trial Two naked bodies pressed together in full embrace, partaking in the most forbidden and unholy of method. In public, unwed, and- most damning of all- of the same sex. Both of these heathens had a seam between their legs, and neither a cock, yet both women bump and grind as though they had. One vagina pressed harshly against the other, sliding the moist flesh until both bloomed pink. The voices of both tried in vain to remain in silence, giving the occasional moan or whimper that even a child couldn’t mistake as pain or torment. No, both of these maidens were clearly enjoying their perverse actions- a most criminalizing tell. Had either gotten naught but suffering from this event, that one might survive the opinions of their friends, family and the Lord’s judgement. But instead, both reveled in their crime, and so both would be doomed. They had both snuck out of their beds in order to be here tonight, hiding away in the upper loft of a barn right on the outskirts of their village. They did this together on every night that they both decided felt safe. The village of Granville MA, circa 1694 AD, had little more than a set of twenty houses, two farms, a few more buildings meant to serve for storage and production, and a single Church set right in the middle. Everything was separated by thick foliage and forest, a dirt road connected the houses and farms to the Church but interconnectivity was difficult. Most people had to pass by the Church before they could visit a neighbor, or else tear up their shoes and clothes to take a shortcut. The two learning each other in the barn now, had both passed that Church earlier tonight, being reminded of whose will they broke before ignoring such warning and being with each other regardless. Amity, the younger of the pair, had grown into marrying age a few years ago, but she often refused the advances of the other young men of Granville, most usually citing petty reasons such as ‘he didn’t look like he could chop enough firewood’ or ‘I don’t want to consummate our marriage during such a hot summer.’ In truth, she never felt any attraction to the opposite sex, much to the mystified annoyance of those whom tried to woo her; for she held the greatest grace, charm and beauty of any woman that any man had ever known. Even the married men often cite the inability to compare her with their own wives in their youth. The question of why she could not feel a desire to be with a man one day solved itself when she personally met the Clergyman’s daughter. On the day she met Selah, she was immediately smitten with the desire reserved only for a Husband. Selah, the one still thrusting her hips into Amity’s groin, had lived under the watchful eye of her Father, the Clergyman of Granville’s Church. He spoke, listened and very closely watched under the authority of the Lord himself, keeping the activity and wishes of the villagers in staunch check. To commit a sin while he was aware was to grant an insult upon him as much as his Savior. His preferred method was that if someone were to take an eye, take their head in kind. So when she felt the spark of interest upon meeting Amity, the loveliest woman that she had seen up close, she quickly moved to stomp out that spark inside her heart. With paper shoes it seemed, as she didn’t think about that meeting again until two sunrises later. And then she couldn’t stop. When she found Amity invading all of her thoughts, Selah found images of perversion joining them. If her face could evoke such a will to sin, what could her body do? If her reputation for turning away men was true, what would she think of a woman like herself? She desperately tried to turn her thoughts to the Lord, pray for respite from the lust, but even during Church her face would become flustered and red from both her own traitorous thoughts and God’s lack of mercy. As both young ladies continued pleasuring each other, slit to slit with their legs crossed over, the day that they had confessed to one another flashed through their memories. Selah had been trying to work up the courage to confess her sins, but decided against it as the only person who could listen was her Father. Even if she took a confessional in secrecy, he would recognize his own daughter’s voice without effort. She dared not admit the betrayal of her thoughts willing her to be with another woman to such a strict man. Amity had been chased into the Church by one of her more persistent suitors, one whom had become irate with her many refusals over the couple of years that she had denied the men that wanted her hand in marriage. Yet even he would keep his desires in check in the house of the Lord, and one supervised by such a zealous Clergyman. When Amity entered the Church, Selah had been sweeping the wooden floor down the middle of the aisle. Both immediately looked at each other. Both blushed slightly when they realized whom they were looking at. The suitor entered close behind his desired wife to be, but appeared much calmer and pretended that he was there strictly to make a prayer and get back to work. After he left, Amity and Selah were alone together. Sitting upon a pew, Amity watched the Clergyman’s daughter work and clean for some time until Selah could no longer keep her thoughts entertained mentally and, as the more inexperienced when dealing with her emotions, sat down next to the younger. She couldn’t come up with an excuse for why when asked. Things progressed quickly. Both talked to each other until the topic of recent thoughts and desires came up, at which point neither could summon the courage to lie while sitting in the Church, both speaking in whispers for the sake of possible eavesdroppers. Amity, tired as she was of the men that lusted for her, was the first to suggest that both women make something of their newfound desires. Selah, however, expressed that she wanted nothing more than to uphold God’s Law and banish the thoughts that had corrupted her waking hours, insisting that she was merely succumbing to jealousy that her lesser attractiveness and dedication to the Lord (as well as the “protection” of her Father) had kept the young men of Granville away from her and attached to Amity. Amity herself was distraught by this result, believing Selah’s words until a few days later when the latter’s resolve was finally broken, ironically so by her own denial of the truth. She had lamented the entire time from when she had refused Amity’s request, demanding of herself that she accept the offer of companionship. It became so desperate that she had begun damning God in her heart and mind. There could be no worse sin than to damn the Lord, right? So she chose what she believed to be the lesser of two evils and finally relented. That night was their first together. They hid away in the bleak darkness and sheltered in the loft of this same barn, spending more hours than they dared to risk on intimate talking, discussing their lives, experiences, childhoods, wants and needs, what they saw in each other, what they wanted for the future. And in the end, they departed with a kiss. The following week, Amity came to join the clergy in all of their activities, if only to be closer to Selah. She joined every prayer, sat next to the icon of her affection at every opportunity, and made sure that they shared a pew during each preaching session. Their second night was at the end of that week, both sneaking out to meet at that barn again. The pair spent the evening and some of the morning speaking again, but took it a step further. They kissed, and soon after felt the desires that the Lord kept reserved for married men and women. They wanted to see each other, beneath their clothes. Both were hesitant at first, believing that they were about to reveal that which was reserved exclusively for the sight of a husband, but they also knew that by hiding away and having the intimate touch of a kiss with each other, they had already sinned in the eyes of the Lord. They couldn’t go back as easily as they could go forward. And so, they started to disrobe. Their thick garments proved as cumbersome and difficult to remove as always, but Amity was the first to get down to her skivvies. Pale moonlight streamed in through the hay hatch of the barn, illuminating the young woman’s seemingly perfect frame, highlighting all of the curves that the thin cloth clung to. If she didn’t know better, Selah would have sworn that she could see through the pantaloons and nightshirt. Eventually those came off as well, and the Clergywoman was stunned. Were she a man, she felt she may have simply passed out from Amity’s physical beauty. And by the grace of God, she was the first to witness it. It was as though a well-designed carving of all of the desires of a lustful man had come to life, a red-haired young lady with a soft, round face, clear green eyes that seemed to reflect the world, thin shoulders that simply screamed of femininity, a perky pair of breasts that fit perfectly in human hands while hanging firmly to her chest, her waist curved inward slightly before rounding out at her hips, which took a perfect curve down to the thigh. And between those thighs lay the most precious part, the place that even a husband should not get to see more than once a day. Amity’s vagina was a delicate, one might even say fragile, little cleft sitting underneath a soft wisp of red hair, framed perfectly by her thin inner thighs that left a small gap of open space. A thin fluid seemed to be seeping from it, something that neither woman seemed to understand. In Selah’s mind, this was a woman blessed with true beauty, yet here she was wasting that beauty on another woman instead of blessing her future husband with it. Selah realized it was her turn to finish undressing. In the face of such outstanding beauty, she froze up for a moment, becoming truly jealous of Amity’s body, but she overcame that feeling with the knowledge that she would be leaving the younger woman on the spot, as she was already naked. She couldn’t simply let her be the only one. Pulling off her own trousers and undershirt, the Clergywoman came to stand before Amity in her own nakedness. She had long brown hair that usually stood tied up in a bun and headdress, but in truth it went down to her shoulders, her face was a bit more pointed and gaunt, but her piercing eyes had a light brown tint that almost seemed to glow even in the darkness of the barn. Her shoulders were slightly broader than what would be considered normal for most women her age, but her breasts stood larger than Amity’s, even if they hung a bit lower because of the size. Her hips went down in a straight line, not curving in and not curving out, while her thighs stood out as a bit thick despite all of her attempts to keep fit when she had the time. Between them lay Selah’s vagina, petite and, similarly to Amity’s, untouched, though the difference lay in the fact that it was harder to see thanks to a thicker bush of hair and thicker thighs leaving no space between them. Most men would consider her beautiful, but before Amity, she felt inferior and self-conscious. Those feelings vanished when the younger lady made a move to kiss her again. Their second night ended shortly after, they had both resolved to look at and watch each other’s bodies, but not touch. They had enough respect for themselves, one another, their families and their Lord to not go that far. Yet. On their third night time affair, they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. Fear of the Lord’s judgement had practically vanished, and this became the first time they’d touch, poke, prod and break their virginity, at least in the sense that they’d never had a truly sexual encounter. This would continue for the next couple of months, a once-a-week meeting in the barn that would result in ever-increasing romantic submission, giving into their base desires over staying strong for the Lord and their respective families, risking banishment or execution as much as eternal damnation. For they had fallen in love, and would not be swayed away from each other. Even so, they couldn’t simply leave Granville, as they loved their families almost as much as they loved one another. To run away and elope would be a heartbreaking insult, a betrayal over all that had been given. So they stayed, and worked to keep their relationship a secret for as long as they possibly could. That secret remained for a time, but eventually it was a mix of fate and choice that revealed it. As autumn began, the Clergyman held a prayer that called for Fertility, citing Biblical verses that regarded the Lord’s commands to be fruitful and prosperous. This particular prayer session inspired four of the oldest men that had yet to be wed, the oldest of whom was a mere five years older than Amity, to make a stubborn bid to gain the hand of the most beautiful maiden in Granville. They all immediately seeked her out and began competing with each other in impressing the young woman. As she had been reputed to be the one that would refuse all proposals, they all doubled their efforts in a bid to convince her, more so since there was more competition for it than the village had ever seen. Initially believing that she would merely have to be patient, smile and nod, and come up with various excuses to get them to leave, Amity was quickly disappointed when they proved remarkably persistent. Perhaps they were fed up with her refusals and, eager to gain a wife, had resolved to not take ‘no’ for an answer any longer. Every attempt to get to the Church for a respite from the small horde chasing her was denied when one of the men caught her attention with questions while the others got behind her and blocked the path. To outright ignore the interest of a suitor was to spit in the face of him and his family, she couldn’t get away by simply staying silent and rushing through. In the end, the sun had been at its highest point when Church ended and the men had come looking for Amity, and by the time her true predicament had come to a head, the sky was orange and the sun was low. The young maiden had been in a dire situation for the past few hours, between the morning prayer session and the suitors keeping her company against her will, she had been holding her water from sunrise to sunset. Amity could do nothing to relieve the pressure and pain in her abdomen, as even if she were to run off for an emergency, the men would surely follow her. Even if she were married, it would not be permissible to allow even a husband to witness her in such an intimate moment. Even parents could not witness the relief of their children after a certain age, only with the very young in order to clean up after. And so she had to keep holding on until they gave up. Everybody had to sleep some time, right? Even so, she knew that she could not keep holding on. Even in her puritan upbringing, her bladder was petite and weak, at least by the standards of the other villagers. Not that she knew what those standards were. She did all she could to balance her need to pass water, the annoyance of the suitors and her patience in keeping still and allowing no signs of her need to show. But inevitably, nature won over her silly culture. Right when Amity felt that she was about to explode, and literally so as punishment from God for her infidelities with Selah, the very person she was thinking of at what she thought was the end showed up, managing to find them on one of Granville’s many paths. She called out to the men and grabbed their attention, asking why they were hounding an innocent woman in the way they were. Being faced with such accusations from the Clergyman’s daughter of all people, they were forced to turn, listen and defend themselves. Amity turned off the path, facing Selah and mouthing a thank you before she headed into the woods. Unfortunately, nature decided to pick this very moment to take the young woman’s control away. She sensed it just seconds before it happened, the slight burning tingle of a rushing liquid filling up her urethra, a sensation that she had not felt since she was very small and was reminded of recently in her night visits with Selah. Knowing she could only make it as far as the nearest bush before her dress became fully saturated, the maiden panicked and- in her puritan mindset- wrongly believed that it would be better to try to save her dress. In possibly the worst mistake she could have made at that instant, she lifted the dress and tried to hide behind the bush. She knew better than to expose herself to a group of five people however, and kept her pantaloons up even knowing that they were going to become soaked. The water was spilling out of her belly before she made it to the bush, but she was still able to squat down. Tears soon joined the various liquids that were leaving her, but even in her sadness she did all she could to keep herself from sobbing or making any other noises. It wasn’t enough to stay quiet, as it only took a few more seconds for the suitors to notice that she was no longer there and follow the sound of her urine spilling through her trousers and onto the bush. Not knowing if she was in some type of danger or simply ran off, they took off running only to find her passing water a few feet away. With a collective gasp, their discovery had doomed her. Amity was urinating, right next to the path where anyone could see, in front of four unmarried men, with her dress held high out of the way. Worse still, the liquid running through it had made the thin white cloth of her pantaloons semi-transparent. They could see it. But their puritan upbringing was just as strict and harsh as everybody else’s, and so their first coherent thought was to do something about this heathen. One of them spoke to another, “Go get the Clergyman!” The one he spoke to nodded and ran back up the path as fast as he could. Not understanding the implication, Selah followed after him, begging him to stop and wait. The other three waited until Amity finished her accident before grabbing her by the arms and picking her up from her squatting position, letting her dress fall back down. They refused to speak to her directly, but contemplated among themselves whether they had caught a witch. Amity was crying for the entire time that it took the fourth man, the Clergyman and his daughter to return. “What have we?” Selah’s Father spoke up. The first to respond was the same suitor whom had told the other to bring him. “This woman, Amity. When your daughter appeared, this one lifted her garment and began passing water right over there.” He pointed to the bush. “It seems she has distaste for this dedicated woman of the cloth and for the holy joining of Marriage, for we have all been trying to gain her hand all day, yet she refused up until now where she revealed herself to all five of us. It almost seems arrogantly Satanic.” “You believe her a Witch, boy?” “Yessir, a heathen against the Lord’s law.” “Then she shall be tried as such.” The younger men thrust Amity out toward the elder and bearded man, and as soon as he held his grasp upon her, Selah spoke out. In the opinion of all five males, spoke out of turn was more appropriate. “Father, wait, please. These four have been lusting after her all day long. The poor woman has merely not been given a chance to pass water in private; she could not escape from them to tend to herself. You know it isn’t right to judge so harshly upon a victim of such circumstance.” “No, child, this is a grown woman in my care. She, like any other, is above the creation of a mess known only to babes and the newly born. Any adult knows how to hold their water until they reach privacy, no matter how long that takes. This was a deliberate defiance. Leave us, I must take this witch to the constable.” The Clergyman had made up his mind, and he would never back down from a decision of his own. Selah knew that any attempt she made to change that decision would be met with an immovable resolve, petty insults and, if she continued to persist, a stinging “reminder” of her place. That night, Selah went to the barn and openly cried, not caring whether any passersby heard her wails. She longed for her Amity to suddenly appear and join her with the music of news for her own safety and innocence in the eyes of the village. But she knew that in truth, the implication of being a witch was as good as a death sentence as soon as the word was uttered. And it was made all the worse that she had seen with her own eyes, the humiliation and torture that those four suitors had delivered upon her beloved. With a heart tearing in two and a mind following suit, Selah disrobed herself and, with a tear-streaked face, turned her head toward the hay hatch to watch the source of the moonlight streaming through. She clasped her hands together and got to her knees, feeling more pure in her nudity than she’d ever felt in her thick garments, and began a silent prayer that begged and pleaded to preserve Amity’s life while cursing the lives of the men whom had brought this devastation upon both women. The very next day, Amity’s trial had passed in seconds. The Jury of twelve merely needed to hear the word “witch” and they all fell into an air of worry and fear, immediately passing their verdict before all of the evidence could even be discussed. Selah did not appear until the execution stage was being set up, though once she had spotted the love of her life, the distressed women could not keep their eyes off of each other. Amity’s eyes were filled with pure terror, as though she had been robbed of every sense and ability except for sight. She could not move, she could not speak, and everything was said and done so quickly that she could hardly hear it all. Brought before the Church, the entire population of Granville had to stand between the trees as they watched Amity be brought up by the Clergyman and executioner to the wooden stage. Selah had an up close view of everything, as she had been requested by her Father to join him on the stage as he gave a final prayer for Amity’s passing. It was supposed to be some kind of public display of the village’s unity or some damnation like that; the girl cared not for such nonsense any more. Her lovely Amity was about to be executed, for the crimes of horny young men, no less. In one fell swoop, the daughter of a Clergyman found herself running low on faith. Even if this were some divine punishment for their joint homosexuality, then why was the more justified among the couple being punished and not the one whom should have always been the more focused on holy purity? And why were the men whom had lusted after her until she suffered pain and embarrassment not being punished at all? Finding this lack of justice very, very disturbing, the young woman started to look for some way to fix this tragedy herself. As her Father took his place next to his daughter, Selah spied the ornamental knife sheath attached to his belt. Everybody had some kind of self-defense weaponry just in case of wild animals or a Native attack. His just happened to be a fancy and capable knife. As the Clergyman began reading out some passages of his personal bible on forgiveness of those who have sinned and submitting to the will of the Lord and Savior, Selah began to understand the full hypocrisy of this strange man standing next to her. He may still be her Father, but a man who could cast away the life of an innocent woman so very easily for something she didn’t do, and then speak to a crowd about forgiveness- she realized that she wanted nothing to do with such a man. Slowly and with a stealthy grace, she removed the knife from her Father’s sheath, and backed away. Hiding the knife behind her back, even the executioner would not be able to see the cutting tool as he was waiting at the lever for the Clergyman’s signal. If anybody had noticed her suspicious behavior in backing away from her Father, they did not speak out against it. It gave her enough room to get to Amity’s pedestal. She gave her a glance, both seeming to share thoughts and confidence and fear just through eye contact alone, but they remained silent. Through a miracle of miracles, Selah was allowed to hop down to the back of the hangman’s post with nobody making a sound about what they must have seen. Perhaps there was a general assumption that as the Clergyman’s daughter, she had been asked to check the integrity of the rope. And check it she did, as she began using her Father’s own knife to cut that rope from the knot. With that, the noose around her beloved’s neck was as threatening as a necklace. Just in time, as the Executioner pulled the lever just as the rope snapped under the blade. The wooden platform opened underneath Amity’s feet, and instead of dropping her into the lethal care of the noose around her neck, it dropped her foot-first into the dirt that kept the stage connected to the ground. Selah, as the only person who knew what had happened at the end of all motion, quickly bidden that Amity run for her life. She did so, stepping back onto the stage and breaking into a sprint with her savior directly behind her before anybody witness to this absurd resolution could come to understand that their prisoner had escaped. They made it as far as the corner of the Church’s front side before Selah heard the booming, enraged voice of her Father shout out in defiance, demanding the capture of both women. She could tell by the finality of his tone that, within seconds, he had come to terms with the concept of disowning her as his daughter. Both young women ran as fast as their legs and oversized dresses would allow, lifting them up to make more room for their legs to gain greater strides. They seemingly flew in their haste, passing through the wall of trees surrounding the Church and onto the dirt path that led toward their secret rendezvous site, the barn. However, Selah had no plan to simply stay there and wait, for the rampaging and fear-sickened mob behind their pair had kept pace and remained unshakeable. It would be impossible to simply run in and hide, for they would see and corner them. No, they headed there now only out of coincidence and a split second decision to keep running in a single direction. In the minute that it took to get there, stress and despair had played their tricks on both women, making it feel like an hour’s sprint. Amity and Selah both ran around the structure, heading straight into the more heavily-wooded area beyond. They weaved around trees, blew through the brush and kept their balance as they went up and down the variety of grade, doing all they needed to do in order to stay alive as their own friends and family seeked to take their very lives. Even with their numbers, the religious and fear-driven fervor of the Granville lynch mob allowed them to keep pace every step of the way. Despite the will and bravery of both women, the chase came to an abrupt and sudden halt when Amity’s foot caught on a tree root hidden under the thicket that she was trying to step over. Selah turned around to help her back up, reaching out a hand to try to continue their desperate escape, but when Amity tried to reach back and grab it, the slightly older woman suddenly thrust herself down next to her. When the younger opened her mouth to question it, Selah held her finger to her lips in a silent ‘shush’ motion. This compelled Amity to be a bit more aware of their situation. The bodies of both women had managed to fall deep into the thicket, a large bundle of twigs and leaves and vines camouflaging them even though the thorns ripped at their thick clothing. The sound of feet stamping the ground in a herd, a large group moving through the forest, could be heard. From two different directions. As the two women spied from out of the thicket, through the leaves and branches they could see both coming groups, the townspeople of Granville and a roving band of Natives. Both of them recognized from the markings upon the skimpy and revealing- at least, to their own standards- clothing of the savages approaching that they were Mohegan, one of only a few tribes in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Within seconds, both groups had stumbled upon each other. The Natives, having been conducting raids on villages and destroying things that the puritan settlers had been building for decades, could only have sent this group so close to Granville to seek a fight. They were prepared, unlike the villagers whom had only come with a handful of weapons if any. Despite this, the Clergyman continued to lead them all forward. Convinced that numbers and God were on their side, he shouted out “THE LORD BE WITH US!” using the religious fervor that they had used to keep up in their chase with the so-called witches. They closed the distance as Native archers drew their arrows. Selah watched her Father reach for his ornate knife, which she had taken to save Amity. When he drew his hand back and found it empty, his warlord sprint into the fray stopped short, and on his face he showed the most distraught expression that she had ever seen him wear before the other villagers charged ahead and blocked her view. The twang and whistle of bow and arrow filled their ears, seemingly deafening the cries of the villagers as they got half-way to the Natives. Many of those pushing forth suddenly found lengths of wood protruding from their chests and necks, toppling them over only for their dead or dying bodies to be trampled by those whom immediately followed. Selah drew her Father’s knife and held it in her hand, looking down upon it rather than watching more people fall. A tear was shed onto it, but just as her Father had come to terms with losing her, she was able to come to terms with what she was witnessing now. If she were given the choice to change any of this… she would still do it all over again to keep Amity. The younger of the couple kept her eyes up. Another round of arrows flew out from the Native archers, striking and killing another line of villagers. As those behind them again trampled over the fallen, she noticed a particular body come to rest, mangled with broken bones and a twisted and arrow-pierced neck. It was one of the suitors whom had harassed her yesterday. She had to resist the urge to pop out of the thicket and go over to spit on his corpse. Such a move would certainly be their death, so Amity kept her temper in check as the villagers collectively came into striking distance of the Natives. As soon as they did, the dark-skinned savages drew tomahawks and spears, taking on the people of Granville whom were mostly armed with short knives and pointy sticks thanks to their expectation of a public execution before returning home to their muskets. The Natives experienced absolutely no difficulty in countering the knives and fists with their bigger, longer weapons. The entire engagement lasted a withheld handful of minutes. By the end of it, every man who had given chase to the women was dead, save one whom the Natives had surrounded. The Clergyman, he had failed to join the men whom he had rallied once he realized that his weapon had been stolen by his own daughter. He was the only one not to charge. While every other villager was killed in the fight, the Natives merely had to nurse a few wounds. They appeared to be deliberating what to do with him when the elder man began speaking a prayer. Selah watched, unable to hear her Father’s final words, until two of his captors closed in. One of them drew a tomahawk and raised it high, and Selah closed her eyes before she heard the wet ‘thwack!’ of stone cutting through skull. When she opened her eyes again, her Father had already disappeared among the many bodies. It would only be around ten minutes later that the women would be allowed to move again, the Natives taking as they pleased and then moving on. To where, neither could guess. Once all was still and silent and no living soul could be seen beyond the thicket and trees, they slowly rose and began pulling themselves out of the mess of leaves. Both women kept their eyes and ears open, watching closely for any movement that might have represented a threat. Just as their kept their caution, they also kept their curiosity, checking the bodies of their once-fellow villagers. Amity recognized, in turn, one after another the faces of the men whom had tried to doom her. The four whom had pestered her and prevented her from getting away even just for one damned minute of privacy, just to relieve her most natural of needs. Her face flushed as she remembered the heat filling her pantaloons, her desperate move to save the exterior of her dress to hide her mistake from the eyes of anybody that would see the front of it. She remembered the sting of hypocrisy that those same men delivered upon her by calling her a witch specifically because they could not allow her just a mere moment to pass water. In an outburst, she relieved a different kind of urge by spitting upon the cold, lifeless face of each of them in turn. Selah looked down as she passed another corpse, one with a large seam in the head, starting between the eyes and ending somewhere within the scalp. It was her Father, the Clergyman. She stopped in her tracks, staring down at him. She wasn’t sure if she was glaring with contempt or gazing down with acceptance. In the end, did it really matter? She and Amity were both alive, despite his attempts to hunt them down. She remembered, just before this massacre began by his own command, the look upon his face as he realized she’d taken his knife. The despair, no, the betrayal that he had felt. She knew that it was unlike anything she had ever felt and, if she were lucky, would never feel. As much as she wondered now that she may have gone too far, she would even so do it again. Amity came first, no matter what. Even the Lord himself could not change that. His eyes were still open. After a moment’s thought, she kneeled down and placed her hand over her Father’s widened eyes, gently closing the tired lids of a dead old man. As she silently prayed for the Clergyman’s immortal soul, a thought came to her. She considered returning the knife to its sheath, leaving it with its rightful owner, but something nagged at the back of her mind. She felt that she would need it later, and so held on to it. Both women finished giving what “respects” that they were willing to give. Amity started heading back toward the village, expecting her beloved Selah to follow close behind, but instead the latter grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “Amity, we can’t go back that way. The other women of the village will see us returning after ourselves and their husbands ran into the forest. With the men dead as they are now, those women and their children and anyone else whom didn’t follow us will seek vengeance against us, already believing us both to be Witches.” Amity’s face went through multiple phases of expression, starting with shock. Annoyance. Protest. Defiance. Realization. Defeat. And finally, understanding. She nodded solemnly a few seconds after her better half finished her explanation. Both of them would need to head in the opposite direction, leaving Granville forever. Assuming that the village would survive that long without the hard labor that the men provided. With neither supplies nor shelter, they left the one-sided battlefield behind and began travelling east by foot. It took hours of constant walking before the pair even broke the tree line and happened upon a clearing, but it meant nothing more than a few minutes of direct sunlight as the forest resumed about fifty meters away. It was shortly after this break in the trees that they found anything truly interesting. The dirt and rock of the forest floor broke and split open to a fast-running creek, fresh water flowing through the stone-pecked riverbed barely fit to carry a fish through. The women both rushed forward and leaned down to scoop the water out with their bare hands. Bringing handfuls of water to their lips, the pair took their fill until their incredible thirst was slaked. Throats sore from drought became refreshed, even as the scratch remained, a result of their dry stretching being repaired. The younger woman pulled herself away soon after, leaving the elder to look up at her as she continued filling her mouth. Surely she must still be thirsty; they had been walking for most of the day! Her muscles gave a fiercer ache than anything her Father had delivered upon her in childhood, they demanded more. So why had Amity stopped drinking? Selah felt it before she’d thought of it, a buildup of pressure just above her loins. In the stress of the past twenty-four hours, she had failed to notice the pressing signals that her body had been giving her. Given that Amity had been closely watched either by the Jailor, or the Clergyman, or the Jury or even her beloved ever since holding her water to the point that her bladder had failed by over-effort, it was no wonder that she resisted the urge to drink. “Amity… are you… okay?” “Hm? Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” “It’s just… you haven’t, er… You haven’t passed water, since yesterday. Have you?” “Oh, I- Um… what does it matter, Selah?” “Ams, please be wise. You’ve suffered an ordeal yesterday. Your body can’t take what you went through too often. If you need to relieve yourself, you should do so immediately.” “I… I suppose… that you are correct.” Amity shifted from foot to foot, letting her defenses down and showing her need physically. She started undoing the ties that held the dress close to her waist and kept it from becoming loose. Selah decided to join her, the full weight of her own need making itself known once she had realized her stress kept it hidden. By the time Selah had gotten herself down to her undergarments, Amity had bare herself from below the waist and appeared to be straining. Selah realized that the last thing either should be doing in such a position was straining; they should have been more relaxed than anything else. Locking up, she watched her beloved’s nethers, a spot that both women had mutually enjoyed and understood as well and as intimately as their own faces. At the end of a minute, nothing had emerged. “Amity, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you… passing?” “I… I don’t know. I know that this is nothing you’ve never seen, and I’ve done this out in the forest all my life, but my body… it simply refuses to let go.” “Here, lift up and allow me to see.” Selah spoke those words just as she had slipped her pantaloons down to her ankles. She stood back up, letting the dress cover up everything that she had exposed below the waist, and approached her beloved, holding nothing but the purest of intentions for the health of the one she cared for most. Amity obliged and bunched as much of her dress as she could lift up around her breasts. The red-headed woman watched from above the hem as the lovely brunette got an eyeful of every inch below her midriff. “Oh… oh dear.” The slightly distressed voice caused Amity to panic slightly. “W-what? What is it!?” “Your… your stomach, it looks… bloated.” “B-Bloated? What do you mean, how?” “I… I just, I don’t know! I’ve never seen something like this before.” And it was true, in a completely puritan society, a lady would normally never allow themselves to get to a point where they were absolutely bursting for a pee, and the sight of a desperate lady showing their overfilled body was all but impossible. “Amity, I think it’s your… water. You just have to relax and pass it normally.” “I… I can’t. It won’t come out, I’m trying.” Through an epiphany that she couldn’t explain, Selah somehow knew why. It had to have been the humiliation that those damned suitors had put her through, all the death she had just witnessed hours ago, or a combination of everything that had been accosted on her since she’d last gone. Surely, the stress on her body had grown to an extreme and became so deep that each of her muscles refused to relax. Remembering how she felt each time the pair spent the evening together, how she had to desperately fight the onset of sleep for what could have been an hour between their glorious finish and getting up to dress and part from each other for the good of their secret, Selah realized the key to making Amity relax. And so, with the mindset focused on perversion for the good of her lover, she approached the young red-head. “Amity, try to relax and let me work.” She crouched down next to the desperate girl who quickly looked on in confusion. She opened her mouth to respond and question the motives of the older maiden, but was interrupted as a hand flew down to cover her mound. Amity made a sound of surprise and fell backwards, not at all expecting Selah’s erotic mood. Landing upon her back and the dress and pantaloons that she had placed behind her, she groaned slightly from both the shock and the sloshing pain within her bladder. Before she could recover, she found her beloved crawling on her hands and knees into position over her body. Propped up on all fours, the young Clergywoman took on the look of something less Puritan and far more lewd, her dress hanging off her hips and draped over her rear end so as to expose both of their bodies to the open air. At first, Amity showed resistance to the sudden onset of her lovers’ lust-filled advance, not wanting to accept what was about to happen in broad daylight. Her mind had still locked in place the idea that their activities needed to remain in secret, at night, under a roof that was sure to never be visited. But that was when she realized, she had tricked herself without notice into thinking that there was still a secret to be held. They had left town for good, they couldn’t return. Even if someone saw them out here, it could not result in making things worse. And of the handful of people that had seen her sully herself last eve, only one had survived to see her now. She had seen the bodies herself; there was nobody left to judge her and the one who was still alive never would. She practically melted into Selah’s probing hand as she came to terms with the fact that their previous lives were over and done. Selah watched from above the cute face of her lover at first harden, resisting her advance, then slowly soften as she gave in. Once all of the tension in that beautiful Irish-born face vanished, the hand that she had buried between her shapely thighs suddenly exploded in warmth. The feeling came first, but the sound came in the same second- a sharp hiss that emanated from below. Surprised, the brunette pulled her hand away and changed her gaze from the girl below her up to her soaking hand. It dripped and shimmered as though she had just dipped it into the creek, but the slight coloration and scent betrayed its true nature. Amity had just peed on her fingers. Looking back down, she found Amity with eyes shut tight and visibly fighting back tears as her urethra clenched back up in direct response to the realization of what had happened. The elder of the two, feeling neither contempt nor pity for the younger, simply smiled and leaned down to kiss the desperate girl. When their lips connected, the tears threatening to streak down Amity’s face declared an immediate surrender, receding back into her tear ducts or being blinked away. She felt her body beginning that same process of surrender as her subconscious mind finally decided that she was safe to do what she needed to do. Her body began trembling ever so slightly, the show of a shift in her physiology that Selah felt through her lips. Amity’s body tensed from head to toe, only as a final step before her body began its most desperately needed function. Her mouth opened fully, pushing Selah’s lips away and prompting her to pull back, in a massive sigh of true and complete relief as her waters began flooding out, producing a hiss that would have been deafening had they not both accepted this outcome. Selah leaned up, getting to her knees to watch as a thick stream gushed out from the delicate cleft of the maiden’s nethers. By the grace of the Lord, she had somehow been given the impossible possibility to watch a woman pass water, a right that to her knowledge no man, husband or otherwise, had ever carried. Just that fact alone made her feel strangely giddy. As she watched the deluge of pent-up urine flow from the slit of the woman she cared for above all else, Selah remembered the previous evening that she had spent alone. She remembered most of all the purity and clarity that she’d felt after shedding every scrap of cloth that she’d worn. Wanting that feeling above all else at this moment, she reached down and drew her dress upward, pulling the hem above her head and revealing her own body to Amity’s gaze, had she happened to look during the stupor of her incredible relief. She pulled it up and began pushing it off, hoping to get her outfit removed entirely in one motion. Just as planned, friction drew her shirt off of her torso along with the dress, and so she was able to remove everything. In a fluid move, she kneeled sans dress, sans undershirt, sans pantaloons before her lover, absolutely bare for the sun to shine down upon for the first time in her life. When she looked down at Amity again, she had her arms and legs splayed pointlessly outward from her center, eyes pointed upward and mouth hanging open, panting as though she’d just run the length between Granville and Boston, to and back again without stopping. The dirt between her spread legs had turned to mud already, yet she had not stopped nor slowed down her long-overdue piss, still going strong enough to create a short but thick arch. Indeed, she must have been truly suffering, even though the discipline of their Puritan heritage kept her from displaying her need until Selah pointed out that she need not hide it. Even though Amity’s dress was still being worn and the hem was in danger of getting stained, the stream arched clear over it and left it entirely dry. Watching the display made Selah’s crotch dampen with another kind of fluid- one that, as she’d discovered in the time spent with Amity, equaled a heightened desire for sex- although the scene also reminded her that she too would need to pass water soon, as she had not done so since shortly before the escape from Granville. Still, seeing the awe-inspiring infinite fountain emerging below would surely put her need to utter shame. Eventually, after what felt like a certain eternity, Amity’s bladder had finally diminished, allowing her arch of gold to become short and thin before dribbling down her naked slit and marking the back of her dress with a pale yellow stain. Even with her body fully emptied and satisfied, she remained in the same position, panting and unmoving until Selah deliberately grabbed her attention. “Oh, Ams?” She’d said in a sing-song voice. It was enough to make the tired young woman crane her neck up and open her eyes again. And the sight she was gifted with was enough to take her breath away even as she panted for more air. Not only was Selah naked as the day she was born, but she had taken it a step further by taking a finger of each hand to each side of her labia, and parted them. Without the dim night time moonlight, it was easy to see the soft pink interior of her vagina, and it was only a foot or two away from her face. Before she could say anything however, that same icon of what made her woman truly a woman began leaking a clear fluid in spurts. Amity almost questioned the odd liquid until it emerged at a faster, steady pace. Just as she had a moment ago, Selah was relieving herself right before her very eyes. It was almost surreal to, not only watch someone pass their water right in front of her, but to do so out of sheer desire rather than absolute necessity- the sight that she had given to Selah just seconds ago. The image captivated the red-head, wondering if this was the same glorious, seemingly holy image that she had given to her beloved just now. Emerging with a hiss that paled in comparison to her own, Amity knew that she’d had no dire need to do this; it was purely a want to please her. That thought alone, that Selah was willing to break any taboo just to make her feel better, made her mouth go dry again. As she watched, she slowly started undoing all that was left of her own dress. It came off easily enough, leaving her in her undershirt which she pulled over her head as swiftly as she could without breaking her neck. Joining her in her jovial nudity, Amity tossed all of her clothing aside with no consideration for where it went or if she would be getting it back later. She was far too entranced to plan for what comes later. Right now, there was a naked woman before her that required, nay, deserved her touch.
  11. I'm not sure if many users of this site know about the following link. The last post even mentioning it was quite a while ago. Anyways, this is the first thing I found that got me into omorashi and wetting. Enjoy! https://shanachan.org/fetish/res/36518.html
  12. Has anyone here ever played Custom Maid 3D? You can get your maid to pee. She can't wet herself (the urine phases through her panties),but you can make her pee. This happens in Custom Maid 3D 2 also,but it's a cutscene rather than interactive. In CM3D,you have to choose the "Cosplay Center" playroom option,then the Exposure option when you select your H ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (You can choose either of the shown options) Then you have to make your maid go into the "Erotic pose" pose,and there should be a little dropdown that says "urinate". Click it and she'll pee. You can leave her underwears on actually,the urine literally phases through them as stated earlier. In CM3D 2,your maid has to be drunk. Once you choose your playroom she might say that she needs to use the toilet. Mash enter from here,then you'll skip to the cutscene where she's squatting and the crotch of her undies are pulled back,and you know what happens next. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) The cutscene happens at random,all I know is that the maid has to be totally fricken smashed. I got it on the 3rd ingame night.
  13. I've been looking for a while now, does anyone know where this comes from and if there's and English translated version for it?
  14. hentai

    From the album Mariomo

    Forgive me.
  15. From the album AD-SD-ChibiGirl

    One of the more Mature works I've done .////. Enjoy?
  16. This is a bit of an icky subject, but I don't know where else I can be more open about such things than this forum, so... here we go! Whenever guys masturbate in movies or on TV they always get some lube out beforehand. I've even heard it mentioned in magazines and advice columns online as something you should use. I've even heard people say saliva works as lube in a pinch if you haven't got any. But... I've never used it, and never felt the need to? Do guys actually use lube for this or is it a myth? I've very rarely heard of girls using lube during masturbation, for one simple reason - arousal gets them wet down there so they come pre-prepared with their own natural lube. But for guys, the penis isn't totally dry most of the time, presumably because of sweat and smegma constantly being produced, and a bit of arousal produces pre-cum, so within minutes we get wet enough to produce our own natural lubricant too. I've never had any kind of friction burn (despite the jokes) and can't really imagine how that would work. Everything's wet enough down there, isn't it? Artificial lubricant seems a bit... unnecessary. So do you guys use it? Do you think it's necessary? Am I unusually wet? :P
  17. http://bullet.sakura.ne.jp/bullet.html There's a screenshot on the site which has a girl wetting herself,which implies you can do it in the game. <- This screenshot Is there a way to make the girl wet herself in the game?
  18. Okay, found it necessary to flood the gallery approval mods with this, but i think its really high quality, and i quite like this artist. Here is a link to the artists Pixiv page, thee's a lot of questionable and explicit content, with one hentai pic, but there's a lot of good omo that i'd like to share. enjoy! Sample pic--> Note that I take absolutely zero credit in the creation of this content, all rights go to にっける水素 (Which i don't know how to pronounce or write in english)
  19. tl;dr: I apparently have no feeling in my vagina. I'm not a virgin, but I've only ever had sex 3 times, all with the same guy. He has a right to be proud of his size, though after the first two times it didn't even hurt anymore, so I don't think it's a matter of being too big or too small. I just literally cannot feel him once he's inside me. I feel where he is stretching my hymen, but past that I have no sensation. I understand that some women can't orgasm from penetration alone, but shouldn't I at least be able to feel a little bit of friction or something? Once he tried to find my g-spot with his fingers. He said he felt the little rough spot and was stroking it, and I was already pretty aroused, but I could barely even feel his finger moving at all, and my arousal was going nowhere but down. My poor boyfriend had to try so hard not to take it personally. He told me that he'd never heard of a girl having no reaction to g-spot stimulation. A related topic is the way some women say they occasionally feel a pinching sensation when using tampons if they're not inserted correctly. I have never experienced this, even the very first time I used one. I thought I just had natural talent for inserting them correctly, but maybe this should have been my first clue that I would have problems later. Current circumstances are preventing me from finding a gynecologist right now, but I will within the next year. I'm more just curious as to what I'm missing out on, and if anyone here has experienced this and maybe even found a way to fix it. Thanks for any answers and advice you can give me.
  20. Female

    It had only been a couple of hours since Elsa left Arendelle. She sat upon her new ice thrown watching the snowflakes form in her hand, then throwing them at the wall to create a neat fractal design. She felt a slight twinge in her bladder. She hadn't been to the bathroom since before her coronation and had had a couple of drinks at the party after, just to be polite. But those drinks had to go somewhere. "It's not that bad," she thought to herself as she rubbed the top of her stomach. She could definitely hold it a little bit longer and it wasn't like she had anything to do that she was in a rush to relieve herself. Elsa wasn't the type of person who would let herself have an accident, she knew how to control herself. The wall to her left was covered in little snowflakes as wallpaper. They were all different shapes and sizes and as she looked at it, Elsa realized how unique her powers were. Her abilities excited her and all of the many things that she never realized she could do. She was sitting in a castle made of ice that she made! All of those years hidden away in Arendelle, hiding from her powers! She stood up and reached her hands up towards the ceiling. A series of icicles began to come down from the cathedral ceiling creating a delicate balcony on the upper floor. She smiled and picked up her dress and danced around the main room. She felt another wave of desperation hit her. She'd gotten desperate quite quickly. Placing her hand on her bladder, Elsa wondered if she would be able to hold it longer. Of course she'd be able to hold it longer, she was Elsa! She was a queen! The least that she could do was control her bladder a little bit longer. Elsa walked closer to one of the walls and admired the little snowflakes again. Although she always knew that each snowflake had its original pattern, it was something different when she knew that she'd created them. She decided that she would cover the entire castle with little snowflake wallpaper. It was just something to do rather than sit on her throne and admire her handy work. And she would just work her way up to the bathroom. She was barely even desperate to pee. Taking a step back, Elsa created a little snow storm with her hands that reached all the way up the cathedral ceilings. She let each snowflake gently float to the walls. It was as if the little flakes were kissing the ice as they stuck. It was absolutely beautiful. Slowly she made her way to the delicate ice staircase continuing the snow storm that was swirling around the main floor of her castle. She reached her foot up to step on the first step and quickly slipped off and fell to her knees. A gasp escaped from her lips as a little bit of pee escaped from her bladder. All of snowflakes turned to sharp icicles and fell to the floor, clanging and echoing throughout the hall. Even the ice queen wasn't immune to slipping on a little bit of ice. Elsa quickly regained control and steadied her breathing. She place her hand between her legs to feel the damage. Her dress wasn't wet but her pale blue panties definitely were. "It's time for me to get to the bathroom," she muttered to herself with her hand still between her legs. She felt a wave of desperation hit her and she quickly pressed against her pee hole to prevent any more from coming on. Panic came over her, she hadn't felt this desperate just a minute ago! And letting a little bit out only made her have to pee worse! Taking a deep breath, Elsa walked up the stairs. She was nervous and felt her feet keep slipping so she had to walk slow. But she couldn't walk slow for fear of wetting herself. When was the last time she had to pee this bad? Once, when she was thirteen she had accidentally locked the bathroom attached to her room and couldn't get inside it. She was too afraid to leave her room because she was so afraid of her powers. Her bladder ached but if she left her room someone would know about her powers, as her walls were covered in sheets of jagged ice. She'd just kept her her legs crossed and rocked back and forth. At some point, her parents would have to come visit her and they could get the door open for her. Her bladder begged for relief. Elsa ran through the halls of her ice castle. She wasn't worried about slipping on the ice anymore, she was too desperate to pee! It was begging to come out and she just couldn't find the bathroom! A wave of desperation hit her and she had to stop suddenly and cross her legs. "Pee, pee, pee, pee" she muttered as she quickly put her hand between her legs. "Please don't come out! Pee! I need to pee!" She couldn't remember how long she sat on her bed as a thirteen year old so desperate to pee. But she did remember the tears streaming down her face as she silently begged her bladder to hold on. Someone had to come and rescue them soon! A familiar knock rang at the door. She gasped and then quickly looked down. "Elsa?" her sister asked. "Go away Anna! I'm busy!" she yelled back. She squeezed her legs tighter. The thought of letting Anna in to help her open the bathroom door briefly came through her head. She shook her head and thought to herself: "No, I can't. She can't see me." "Are you okay Elsa?" Anna asked. "You sound like you're crying." Another knock came at the door as Anna silently asked to be let in. "I'm fine Anna! Just leave me be!" she called back and could hear her sister sigh. And just as Elsa heard Anna's footsteps down the hall, a tiny bit of pee escaped her bladder. She could feel the warmth on her legs and saw the wet patch on her magenta dress. Elsa snapped out of her memory and back to reality as another spurt of pee escaped darkening her icy blue dress. She had to pee so badly at this point that she didn't even want to take a set forward. She felt herself rocking back and forth and jumping from one foot to the other. Where did she put the bathroom in this place?! It would be easier to hold herself if she could just get this dress out of the way! She started to pick up her dress but quickly stopped and looked around. A decent lady didn't pick up her dress to hold herself like that! A queen was dignified. A queen could hold her pee and find the bathroom. Elsa let her dress fall back to the floor and removed her hand from her crotch, trying to compose herself again. Another tiny spurt of pee escaped and the dark patch on her dress began to grow. "No," she said with a calm voice that didn't quite fit her mood, "I am a queen. I can hold my pee." She began to walk slowly across the balcony. Every step was torture as she now refused to hold herself. Elsa's desire for control over her situation took over her desperation. Shortly after her thirteen year old self let out that first spurt of pee, she began to let out more. She couldn't control herself! Her bladder was rock solid and she could see the bulge through her magenta dress. Squeezing her legs as tight as she could, with her hand between them, she begged herself not to pee. But it was to no avail. Elsa wound herself up tight, doing everything that she could but her bladder had had enough. Her pee was going to come out whether she liked it or not. It started out slow and she tried to stop it but she couldn't even move her muscles. She refused to remove her hand or uncross her legs. Soon, she believed she would be able to gain control again. She wanted to pretend it was just another little spurt. And then the stream became strong and there was no stopping it. The pee came out with such a force that it soaked her dress all the way down to her ankles. It soaked the bed and Elsa let out a moan of pleasure! Oh how good it felt to finally let go! Back in the ice castle, Elsa wasn't having much luck controlling her situation. A queen could hold her pee until she got to the bathroom but Elsa was beginning to realize that she wasn't that queen. Her bladder was aching and she was no longer walking, but hoping from foot to foot as she tried desperately not to pee. A wave of desperation hit her and Elsa felt to her knees. It was going to come out. There was no stopping it. "No, I can hold it!" she said to herself, still in denial about her situation. "I'm just going to sit here for a bit." Her breathing became heavy as she looked around her at her surroundings. No, she still wasn't going to lift up her dress to hold herself. Her light blue panties were now completely soaked all the way up to her butt. Elsa rocked back and forth just like she did that one time when she was 13. Her bladder muscles were becoming fatigued and her pee spurts were becoming bigger and bigger until finally Elsa felt her shoulders fall as she lost control of her body. "I...I...I can't...I can't hold it," she stuttered ,her body shaking. The pee came out with such a force that she almost lost her breath. She had had to pee so bad and it was such a relief to finally let it go! Leaning back on her hands, Elsa peed on the floor. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she found herself placing her fingers in the stream of pee and lightly touching her clit. The pee dripped off of the balcony onto the floor below. Elsa felt herself collapse into a puddle of her own pee with her finger still rubbing her clit. She began to feel like a firework was exploding inside of her. Her body arched up and she gasped for air as she felt the most pleasurable explosion within her own body. With a smile, she laid on the cold ice. Another bit of pee left her sweet pussy lips and Elsa didn't even care.
  21. Hey, so! I draw things. Mostly squishy puffball things, as of late, but not just that, heh... anyway, though, I do have a few relevant images for this website right now. Most of these are kinda bleh, sorry. Assuming my image thread doesn't go stale or something, I'll probably update this every once in awhile. Keeby and Kaby, two puffballs being super adorable. <3 They're a cute couple; they're depicted as intersex where I see them on Tumblr, so I drew them as such here. And here is Popopo. He's kind of a beta precursor to Kirby, but I have a real soft spot for him... here he is, having a rather dramatic wetting. Yeah so... there it is. If I ever draw anything else relevant I suppose I'll put it here. o/`
  22. I'm so freaking proud of myself, sorry Nintendo
  23. From the album My friends and I~

    Momma Rosa and her baby Tsubaka enjoying a little buzzy time together, while the little kit helps herself to some delicious breast milk!~ (Shame that's only going to make her a bit wetter afterwards!~)
  24. Another Homestuck fic, this time its the (somewhat) crackship of Latula/Aranea. Also there's penetration and actual sex,and I can't wrap it :/ Aranea was sitting under her favorite tree, reading. It had ended up being a longer day than she had anticipated, and she had decided to unwind with a good book. About halfway through the chapter she was on she could hear footsteps approaching in front of her. "Hey cutie, whatcha readin'?" Aranea glanced up when she smelled the familiar scent of vanilla and grease. "Well hello coolkid, what brings you out here?" She asked, placing her bookmark back before recatchatapalouging her novel. Latula grinned at her. "What, I'm not allowed to hang out?" The younger troll teased, sitting down next to her. "Well surely it's coincidence then that every time we 'hang out' you always want me to do something for you." Aranea teased. Latula raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Nothin' wrong with that!" Aranea giggled at her before Latula scooched closer and pulled her onto her lap. "Now whatever do you want this time?" Aranea teased, straddling the tealblood. Latula began to kiss her neck, sliding a hand under Aranea's dress. Aranea let out a quiet moan when she felt a finger begin to circle around her nook and whimpered. Aranea let out a soft gasp when Latula inched her hand up her dress and began rubbing her through her panties. "Please babe, pee on me?" Latula asked sweetly, tracing her finger around the outside of Aranea's nook. Aranea purred and moved closer before straddling the tealblood. "Surely you didn't come all this way to have me pee on you." Latula moved a hand down and pushed a hand against Aranea's lower stomach, earning a whimper.Latula had definitely come at the right time. They shared a watersports kink, and Aranea had been holding for quite a while before Latula had found her. She wasn't expecting the intrusion, but it was certainly welcome. "Come on, do I really ask for this that much?" The younger troll asked, pushing a hand into the cute blue lacy panties in her lap. Aranea chirred at the cool touch, shifting a little. Latula smirked when she felt a splatter of thin hot liquid against her hand and a slick tentacle wrap around her wrist. "Aren't you polite today?" Aranea purred, leaning in and nibbling Latula's earlobe, who groaned and moved her hands down to grip her hips tighter. "It would be a shame if you were being so nice just to get me to do you a favor." "Now why would I do that?" Latula teased, moving her hand up onto Aranea's back. "Hmm, maaaaaaaaybe because you want my choice ass?" Aranea purred, ghosting her tongue over Latula's ear, making the younger troll shiver. "Oh my, did I strike a nerve?" Aranea whispered before kissing down her ear to her neck. Latula moved her free hand against Aranea's lower stomach my accident, earning a whimper and a little shifting. "Looks like you have more struck nerves than I do." Latula teased, pressing down harder before sliding the same hand under Aranea's dress. She wiggled her fingers into the blueblood's nook, earning a gasp and a quieter whimper. "T-Tulie-" "Come on spidergirl, I know you want to hose me down." Aranea whimpered as she tried to control her bladder more. She had been holding for quite a while, and Latula had come along at just the right time; right when she could barely move. Latula began working her fingers harder, making the older troll mewl and let out a loud moan. "Like that, hmmm?"The tealblood purred, bucking her hips a little. With every move of Latula's fingers Aranea lost more control of her bladder, until she could feel a steady stream gush out. Latula let out a cackle then pulled her hand out. "Gave up, hmm?" "Sh-shut up-" Aranea was a nice shade of blue. Suddenly she found herself being kissed, earning a smile. "Mmmgod that feels so good." Latula moaned, grinding against her more. Aranea could feel something pressed up between her legs. With one last wiggle of her friend's fingers Aranea felt her own bulge release and push up against her panties. "This feels good to you?" The older troll teased, grinding up against the growing bulge between her legs. Latula snorted then gasped slightly. When Aranea looked down she could see a huge cobalt stain in Latula's lap and soaking into the grass. "Feeling better?" Latula teased when Aranea finally felt the stream begin to trickle, then cut off soon after. "Oooooh-" Aranea giggled and began kissing and nibbling the younger troll's soft ashen ear, earning a buck up against her hips. "If you ask nicely I'll take care of this." Aranea whispered into her ear, pressing her hand against Latula's crotch before moving her hand into the waterlogged leggings and pulling Latula's bulge out. Latula moaned. "You're dripping, Tulie." "Pl-please-" Latula stuttered out, grabbing at her hips more. "Please what?" Aranea purred, letting go of the teal tentacle. "Pl-please, r-ride me-" Aranea laughed and allowed the tentacle to wiggle up a panty leg and into her. "Sure thing, coolkid." Latula made quick work of Aranea's dress and bra, burying her face into her breasts as she continued thrusting. Aranea giggled and tangled a hand in her hair. "T-Tulie!" She squealed, earning a muffled cackle. "What're you even doing?! I thought you liked my choice ass more!" Latula smirked and began kissing over the light blue nipples, earning a faint groan. "Spheres are great too!" Aranea laughed then moaned when the prehensile gray tongue began running around the cerulean peaks in light circles. Aranea gasped when the tip thrashed inside of her and chirred when a soft hand pulled her own bulge out. "Oh sh-shit." Latula began to give the free tentacle gentle strokes in rhythm to her thrusts, making the older troll grab her shoulders and bury into her neck. "O-oh f-fuck-" Latula growled and began thrusting harder into the blueblood, earning a gasp. Aranea pulled her closer and buried into her shoulder, purring. "Oh god-" Aranea cried out into Latula's shoulder as she came. Latula smiled and pulled back a little before leaning back and pulling her into a sweet kiss, continuing to thrust. Aranea smiled against her mouth and giggled when the tealblood took a rather handsy grope of her rear. "Mmmcoming for me, Tulie?" Aranea purred, moving down to nibble her earlobe again. A minute later Latula found release inside of her, throwing her head back against the rough bark of the tree behind her. Aranea smiled and let her ride it out before snuggling up again. "Mmm that was fantastic." Aranea admitted softly, earning a gentle pressure in her hair. "See?Doing me favors isn't all that bad, is it?" Latula teased, beginning to stroke the soft fluff on her shoulder. "Shh." Aranea mumbled, nuzzling against her more and purring softly.
  25. I just wanted to share some freeze frames from the most recent HD Wetting live webcast this past Friday. We will be doing another one of these next Friday if you want to tune in. The shows last for 90 minutes. Image Set