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  1. Since I, for some reason, love a lot of the Pokemon omorashi (human OR Pokemon) I've pretty much seen it all. Or, at least, I can't find much new stuff. I saw that some others posted their own edited art, and I'm starting to edit some images I've found on Pixiv and chan.sankakucomplex. Of course, with crediting the original artists, would anybody be interested in seeing my edits? If so, should I create an album, or just post in a thread?
  2. I tag my stories thoroughly, sue me. Lana is an OC (or i guess FC since she's a Mareep?) of mine, and her reference can be found on my Furaffinity in my profile. Which is very NSFW. She is also over 18, specifically 19. Enjoy. ---------- It had been a long day for Lana. Forgetting to set her alarm clock in the morning (admittedly not a very uncommon) and having to rush out the door to not be too late for class would normally not be a huge deal. Having a pretty time-crunched day of classes, also not normally a huge deal; it happened twice a week, after all. Having your dance shift at work happening basically as soon as you got out of class, also not a huge deal. All of that happening at once on the same day? A huge deal. Lana rushed into the building, still carrying all of her school bags since heading home could have made her late, and even now she was barely on time. One of the club managers approached her, a thirty-something Emolga lady that Lana was actually quite fond of, even if she was a little out there sometimes. "Oh, Lana, you're just in time! You look a little frantic, is something wrong?" "Uh... a little awkward to say, but I've really gotta piss." "But your show's on in a couple minutes! C'mon, you'll be fine, get yourself dressed." "But-" "Hurry! If you're late the customers won't be happy, and then we'll both not be happy!" Lana grimaced, shifting on her feet and squeezing her crotch. She knew her manager didn't mean poorly, and she did have a point, but still... that woman could be awful stubborn about these things, and Lana could tell it'd just be better to get her dance over with and hope for the best rather than argue and be late. Thus, she made her way backstage to lock away her street clothes and bags, leaving herself half-naked in her favorite green bra and panties. A lot of people commented that it looked nice on her blue skin and yellow wool, but right now all Lana could think about is if they'd say the same if something else yellow stained them. Lana looked at the clock behind her and sighed. Nope, no time to take a quick leak, she had to get onstage now. At least her first routine for today was a solo one; worst case scenario, wetting herself would be worse with a partner next to her than without one. Shaking the thought out of her mind, she stepped up onto the stage, and as if nothing was amiss, began to dance. For all the desperation leading up to the performance, she was able to hide it rather well once it started. Granted, her initial movements were slow and teasing; none of the high-energy moves she was known for came in until the second half when she had taken off her bra already. A perceptive watcher could notice her leg muscles twitching a little, but nobody was that perceptive while they were watching a barely-clothed Mareep girl dance around a pole. A little past five minutes into her shift, though, Lana felt her first big wave of desperation. She closed her eyes and clenched her hand into her crotch, earning her an odd look from a couple of audience members. However, she did her best to play it off as a move to tease, and slowly moved her hand away again, luckily still dry. Internally, though, her alarms were in full alert: she was pretty close to decidedly not still being dry, after all, and her confidence in making it through the show was starting to wane. Now a third of the way through her show, and Lana was sweating. She made sure to keep one of her hands close to her crotch as much as she could, just in case, but it was time to take off the bra: a bit of a risky move. Slowly, both hands raised up and behind her, preparing to undo the clasp of her bra. Just as the fabric began to fall away from her chest, another strong wave of desperation crashed over her. She gasped and her hands dove downward to fight the wave, but it was just a bit too late. Lana tried her best not to openly grimace on stage, but her panties had a wet spot on them now, and she obviously didn't have anything on her to hide it with. She tried playing it off, touching herself a little and softly moaning, suggesting to the audience it might be another, hotter fluid, but a couple of souls in the audience didn't exactly look convinced. Even further unusual, the sudden shock had caused her to drop her bra, instead of throw it for some lucky audience member to catch like she usually would. With her tits out, the situation was both less and more dire. She didn't have to pay as much attention to her breasts, as the sight of them bouncing, swaying, and jiggling would distract some, and she could keep her hands closer to her nethers. However, the more extravagant moves would be expected of her, requiring quick and sudden movements that her bladder might not be able to take. It wouldn't just take a very quick eye to see the wet spot on her underwear, especially since it seemed to be slowly growing as the minutes passed. Each short leak was met with dread from Lana; her dance was half over, but her floodgates were far past half broken. Keeping silent and feigning that everything was fine was working fine to fool the crowd, but that was very quick to change. Lana could feel her bladder muscles quivering with exhaustion, and slowly she realized that she wasn't going to make it through these last ten minutes dry. The leaks were becoming more erratic and slightly longer, and her urine was starting to drip onto the stage. Whispers were spreading through the crowd, and while a few of them seemed more into it now then they were before, a few people in contrast left the stands, thinking this was some planned fetish thing they weren't informed of. Lana would have loved for that to be the case, because then the embarrassment of what was imminent might sting a bit less. Maybe she could play it off like that afterwards, but not to her manager... One final challenge waited for Lana, one that she both didn't want to reach and wanted to get over with: taking off her panties. It required stopping her motion and going slow and sensual, and she already knew that would be the last straw. Still, she had to do it, and her movements around the pole slowed down. Facing away from the crowd, showing them her ass, she slowly began to peel off her wet, dripping panties with one hand, using the other to tantalizingly cover her privates, and try to keep a few last moments of control. It didn't work. As soon as the open air touched Lana's pussy, and the first warm spurt hit Lana's hands unimpeded by fabric, she knew it was over. Her dam burst open, and the hot piss that she was only barely still able to hold onto finally released with force. Instinctively, she gripped her crotch tightly, pleading for just a few more minutes of tenuous control so she could get to a backstage bathroom with only moderate shame. No luck, and all she succeeded in was getting her hands soaked with pee. Slowly and shakily, she turned back towards the crowd, still peeing, and moved her hands away, showing them her fully exposed body despite the conditions. Despite the humiliation, Lana couldn't ignore how pleasurable it was to finally get some relief after hours of holding it all day. Wetting herself in front of all these people, all of whom were too stunned or too aroused to take their eyes away... there was an undeniable hotness in her loins from that. Her face was flushed red from both embarrassment and arousal now, and a way to save this dawned on her. Once again, her hands slid between her legs. Not to make a futile attempt to stop the flow this time, but to pleasure herself. Almost as soon as the flow of piss stopped and the puddle began to settle on the stage, Lana reached her climax, moaning in pleasure (not something patrons were unfamiliar with) and adding a clearer, stickier fluid to the pool beneath her feet. Both her bra and panties were soaked with urine from sitting near her when she wet herself, but Lana wasn't about to let some detail like that get in the way of tradition. She picked up both of the dripping articles and, making sure to aim at the people who definitely looked like they were into it rather than just shocked, threw them out into the crowd for her new fans. Then, acting like nothing unusual had happened, she walked offstage. Backstage, her manager immediately ran to her, carrying a towel and a frantic expression. "Lana! Why didn't you say it was that bad? I'm so sorry, I should've just-" "It's, um... fine." Lana took the towel and started wiping her wet legs dry. "Oh, that's a relief then!" Her manager's expression switched to a smile again. "Maybe it's crass to say this now, but... you've already got a few people from that audience wanting a private room. Should I tell them no, or..." Lana laughed at this. "Tell them I'll think about it."
  3. Rvlis

    Jasper the Riolu (Leaking)

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Despite being such a shameless potty-goer, Jasper can still be taken by surprise sometimes with just how much he has to go, especially when the indication of this is warm and running down his legs :3c
  4. Rvlis

    Jasper the Riolu (Wet)

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Like I said, not incontinent, just chooses to go whenever and I guess that means relaxing and letting it flow right now :P
  5. Rvlis

    Jasper the Riolu

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    I'd been thinking about expanding upon a 'Lu I've drawn a few times, so here we are! His name is Jasper (unless I decide to change it, I dunno I'm still on the fence kinda) He's a kind, caring fella who strives to be a great adventurer! He's incredibly confident, and trains to be strong, but he's also a bit too 'lax for his own good. He's particularly 'lax about his potty-habits; While Jasper is in no ways incontinent, he simply enjoys going potty whenever and where-ever he sees fit. Because of this he may often wear diapers for this exact purpose, which his partner prefers to him simply relieving himself in the bushes or on the ground. Not that it's ever stopped him, however. Regardless, Jasper's got a kind heart, and he's happy to try and help anyone whenever he can!
  6. Rvlis

    Cinder-blort

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    All that training paid off when Raboot evolved... even if now they just train MORE... ...And unfortunately, it seems they continue to ignore nature's call till it's filling their pants =w=
  7. Rvlis

    Rabloort

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Raboot was out enjoying the nice weather with some training, when a rumbling in their tummy let 'em know nature was calling. Surely they could hold it, they thought. Training was important after all there wasn't time to get side-tracked like this! ...A little while later though, the growling in their tummy got worse, and before Raboot knew it, they were having a mushy accident entirely outta their control
  8. (another story by pink) What is the one thing all pokemon trainers can do besides me? Is it a love for pokemon? No, I love pokemon. Is it patience in training? No, I got plenty of patience. Is it the willingness to aim to become the best, like no one ever was? No, I want to be better than the best! Like no one has ever been! No, the one thing all other pokemon trainers can do that I can't, is hold their bladders… My name is Moon Selene. I'm from Celadon city in the Kanto region. My mother and I moved to Alola to finally get away from it all. Mom just wanted a fresh start someplace new. And someplace away from the pokemon league. “Come on sweetie, you'll love it here in Alola.” mom said as she knocked on my door. I didn't answer back. I just rolled over on my bed and stared at the wall. My diaper cold and wet from not changing it sooner. But I didn't care. Here I am, 16, and stuck in the one place on earth my dream cant come true. ******** “Moon, what would you like to be when you grow up?” Dad asked me. “Chapen!” my 5-year-old self yelled out as my dad and I watched the champion battle between Red and Green. I was starstruck as I watched them battle. Their pokemon battle was like nothing I had ever seen before. Watching them, made me realize I wanted to be just like them. “That's a fantastic dream!” Dad told me. “But first you're going to need to be a big girl and stop using your diapers.” I was a slightly late bloomer. “I BIG GIRL!” I yelled and stood up. My yellow diaper on full display. “I BECOM CHAPEN! a very late bloomer... But my dad laughed and agreed with me. One day, I would become a champion. ******** Then, just 3 years later, my dad and I were attacked by pokemon. It had something to do with team rocket and the radio signals coming from Johto. All types of pokemon began going crazy. When the pokemon started to go crazy, my dad did his best to protect me. But we were swarmed by pokemon. If it wasn't for the gym leader Erica showing up, I would have died that day. My dad, however, wasn't so lucky… Ever since the attack, somehow I've lost almost all control over my bladder. Some days I feel the need to go and I am able to rush to the bathroom just in time. But most days, I don't even feel it and I pee myself. Which is why I'm in diapers. It took some time, but I was able to get over my traumatic experience from that day. (for the most part) My mom, however, never got over it. From that day on. Unless it was a house pet pokemon, she never wanted me near pokemon. When I turned 14, she asked me what I wanted to do. I told her I wanted to become a pokemon trainer. She flipped out on me that day. “NO! You're too young! You're still in diapers! You can not become a trainer while you are still in your diapers!” mom yelled at me. The diapers had nothing to do with it. She just was too afraid that I would die by wild pokemon just like dad. so she used my own shame to give up on that dream. When I turned 15 and she asked me again, I again told her I wanted to become a trainer. Mom was furious. Constantly telling me no. But then I just had to bring up the law. The pokemon league accepts anyone with a passing school grade and 16 years old. My mom couldn't stop me from becoming a pokemon trainer. This law was for Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos. But my mom found a place that didn't have a pokemon league. A place that didn't have Gyms. a place that didn't have an elite 4, a place that didn't have a champion. Alola… And so, still being underage, I was forced to move here with my mom. Just 3 days before I turned 16. ******** “OK, THAT'S IT!” My mom yelled as she broke open my locked door. “You have been a slakoth for the last 4 days! Today, you are getting dressed and you are going into town!” And so, forced against my will again, I was changed out of my leaking diaper, put into new clothes and a hat, and kicked out of the house with a shopping list. my mom staying behind to clan my destroyed bed... I sigh as I just walk towards town. Alola was a beautiful region. Full of all types of pokemon I have never seen. Some of the coolest ones were the Alola variants of the native Kanto pokemon. As I walked I spotted one run from one dark place to another. It was a rattata. However, instead of being purple and a normal type, this one was black and a dark type. I would have loved to catch a few of the Alola pokemon. But there was no chance at that… The stoor Mom wanted me to go to was fairly close by, and I quickly got all the items I needed. When I left the store, I didn't feel like going home. I really didn't want to walk past my mother back to my room. So I decided to explore a little bit. Alola was not that large of a region, but it was split up into 4 islands. The one I'm on, was the second smallest named Melemele Island. And this was Iki Town, one of the smallest towns in all of Alola. As I walked around, I actually started to enjoy the sights a little. Alola was very beautiful. Maybe I could wait the next 2 years here until I turn 18. Then I can become a trainer without mom telling me no. I was just reaching the outskirts of Iki town when I felt a pinch in my bladder. “Oh shit…” I say out loud as I finally felt my bladder for the first time in weeks. By the pain, I could tell I was very desperate and really needed to go, now! I spun around and began to walk home as fast as I could, but the feeling in my bladder only grew worse. I was now on the other side of town and I realized there was no way I would make it home in time. Frantically I began looking around for a pokemon center or somewhere with clean toilets. I know what some of you might be thinking, “Moon, why don't you find a public restroom?” Well, because they are nasty. The only reason I would use a pokemon center toilet is because they are at least cleaned regularly. But sadly, Iki town didn't have a pokemon center here. So I began searching for someone to point me to a clean toilet. But it was getting late and I didn't see anyone around here who could help me! I then began walking faster. My bladder screaming for release! “Just hold on, I'm almost home!” I lied to myself as one hand reached down and grabbed my crotch in order to hold my pee. "Really? You want to go up to the ruins? I don't know what you hope to find there..." I heard a girl say as she walked down a tail to my left. The moment I saw her, I knew she was my last hope to find a toilet! She was about 40 yards ahead of me, but if I hurried, I might be able to catch up! I rushed over to her a fast as I could. Not really paying attention to realize I was going out of town trying to catch up with this girl! "You can't come out! We'll get in trouble if anyone sees you." I heard the girl say. When I finally caught up, I heard her scream! “What's wrong?” I asked as I rushed over, trying my hardest not to pee myself. The pretty blond haired girl turned to me. "H-help..." the girl said with tears forming in her eyes. "Save Nebby!" Nebby? I looked behind the girl and saw a bunch of sparrow flying and pecking at something in the middle of a very old bridge above rushing rapids. "Those Spearow are attacking it! But...but I'm too afraid to go out there... My legs feel like they might give out..." the girl said as she grabbed my arm and pleaded with me. It was here my bladder gave me a choice, run behind a bush and finally pee, or go save a random girls pokemon. I shoved the blond girl off of me as I shot toward the bridge. At this moment, i didn't care if i peed myself! That pokemon needed my help! When I reached the pokemon, I began swatting away the bird pokemon, trying to get them to leave the little pokemon alone. But the sparrow just swarmed me as well. Seeing no other choice, I crouched down and grabbed the small blue pokemon. Holding it close to my chest and covering it with my arms in order to protect it. “It's ok. OW! I got, OW, you.” I told the pokemon. The pokemon let out a small cry. Then I saw it close its eyes before a weird energy began to flow around it. “W-what?” I asked when suddenly there was a flash of light and a rush of energy! Then, I was upside down…. My mind didn't know what was going on, I just grabbed onto the small pokemon even harder. As I frantically looked around. Then I noticed my special maid shorts had caught onto a broken piece of the now destroyed bridge. I had only a moment to realize that when I heard a ripping sound. Then I fell... Anticipating the rocky waters below me, I closed my eyes. So this is how I die. at least I tried to save a pokemon... “COO!” I heard when I suddenly felt something catch me. When I open my eyes, I was just being put down by a large pokemon I had never seen before. The moment I was set down, it jumped over me and turned back to look at me. “You, are, worthy,” I thought I heard it say before it dropping something. It let out a loud cry before it burst into an electric ora and shot into the sky! "Oh... Oh, thank goodness!" the girl said as she rushed over and hugged the small pokemon I was holding. When she finally let go, she just looked at the small pokemon. "You tried using your power again...didn't you? Oh, Nebby... You know what happened last time you used it. You couldn't move for ages after that. I don't want to see you like that again!" she scolded the pokemon. Then her face turned sad. "No... I shouldn't say that. I'm sorry, Nebby... I know you were trying to save me that time... And I couldn't even help you in return..." The girl then looked at me. “T-thank you!” she told me. Then she looked down. "What... What is that?" I looked down as well. Between my legs, was a sparkling stone. Something the pokemon had dropped before leaving. But the girl wasn't talking about that. She was looking a little further up, at the bright yellow diaper my shorts no longer concealed...
  9. "Oi, fockin' Pokémon Centers always gottae line a' lavvy heids goin' out the doaty door. Hafta put my bum oot the windae in the alley to make it."

    © Arisu Kazumi

  10. Hey guys :3. Same Universe, different characters, less plot, more Omorashi. I'll be making more of these shorts in the future, possibly with the same characters, but with job stuff and life, it may be a bit :3. I'll keep you all updated~. Love you guys! ------------------------------------------------ “Shit!” A thin layer of snow brushed off me as I dashed through the door, shivering horribly as I slammed it shut. It wasn’t the snow or ice that made living here unbearable, but the insufferable wind that froze you to the bone the moment you stepped outside. I dashed up the stairs and into my apartment, quickly shoving the key into the lock, desperate for the warmth only my tiny house could provide. At last, I shoved my way in, quickly locking the door, and keeping out the unrelenting winter winds. Warmth, at last. Volt stood in the center of the room, her back straightening somewhat upon seeing me. It was still odd having a Pikachu in my apartment; I never fancied myself a trainer, and I was still somewhat hesitant at my sacred space being shared with another. My sister Abby was relentless about the adoption; she could never be as far away from the family as I was, and insisted I get a Pokemon to ease the transition. She, naturally, had just the one in mind – a quiet Pikachu, who’s somewhat skittish nature had bounced her home to home, and eventually back to the adoption center Abby volunteered in on Sundays. The first few weeks with were odd; Volt kept to herself mostly, and rarely spoke. The first few words were to request art supplies; she could draw fantastic landscapes and sceneries with her charcoal. She would always get the black smeared all over herself, but that didn’t stop her from creating breathtaking black and white pictures. She was incredibly talented. She spoke more as the days went by, but she still hid whenever Abby, or any of my friends visited. Still, I grew to enjoy her quiet companionship, and she grew to trust me enough to curl in my lap when we watched TV, or to go on walks in the park. Over the last two weeks, things have gotten a bit weird for us, though. She’s been cuddlier than normal, sometimes bumping my mouse when I’m trying to write an email, or tangling herself in my shoes when I’m trying to get ready for work. I also stumbled across some of her charcoal sketches that were hidden under the bed. They were all of me, and rather suggestive; one depicted me stepping out of the shower, and another, me nude, rising from bed. They were all too well done, and I put them back without a word. A few days later, two more appeared. It’s not unusual for Pokemon to develop feelings for their trainer, but I still didn’t want to think about it. I’m not a bigot or anything; it’s just not for me. …I think. Volt sat on the floor, looking up at me. A small blush adorned her yellow muzzle, and her light blue eyes looked uncertain. [C-Chase? I…I need to be let out.] I chuckled, walking around her and hung up my coat, placing my gloves, hat, and scarf in their respective bins. “Not outside -- you’ll freeze. Can you use the toilet?” Volt stood, and I noticed that her paw was pressed against her groin, though likely more out of embarrassment than true need. [i…] “It’s easy; I’ll lift you on top gently, and then I’ll leave. You like being held, don’t you?” Volt shifted uneasily. “Come on.” I lifted her carefully, her back resting against my forearms. She was remarkably light at only eleven pounds, and curled up contently at my touch. I walked to the restroom and pulled on the doorknob, but it held fast. I cursed, making Volt cringe, and I yanked the doorknob again, harder. This time it gave, tearing off a small section of trim as the door flung open. “Stupid thing.” I stepped closer to the bowl, but this time Volt trembled, and dashed up my arm and onto my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” “It won’t hurt you, I promise.” [Can’t I just go outside?] “It’s a blizzard outside, and you just got over the sniffles. It’s one thing if we had clothes to bundle you up, but if you’re peeing you’ll turn into a pika-popsicle.” [Please?] She begged, clutching onto the cuff of my shirt. Her eyes watered ever so slightly, and I could tell she was really, truly scared. She wasn’t housetrained well- Actually, that’s not true. She was housetrained phenomenally, to the point where she was literally terrified of peeing in the house. All the Pokemon at the agency were, of course, but when rumors spread about flushing dead Pokemon down the toilet, it makes you all the more obedient, especially if you’re only one and a half feet tall. “It won’t eat you.” [it might!] “You physically couldn’t even fit down the pipes.” [Pleaaaase, Chase?] Volt whined, scissoring her bottom paws back and forth. I looked out the window. If anything, the storm had increased in its rampage, scouring the world in white. I looked back at Volt, who gave me a small whimper, and large, aqua eyes. “Fine, but you have to be quick. And you have to wear a hat.” [Okay!] She bolted to the door, wrestling momentarily with her hat before giving me an expectant look. I sighed, reaching back into the closet and re-preparing myself for the winter’s cold. I had barely opened the door when Volt dashed out, only to stop before the staircase, and bolt back inside. [it’s COLD!] Her body shivered, and she wrapped her arms around herself. “Told you.” I smirked, locking the door. I picked her up and pressed her to my chest, warming her up as her tiny trembles subsided. [W-what do I do?] She squeaked. “The toilet-” [No!] “Alright then…” I looked around. I enjoyed my small, two bedroom apartment; I had everything I needed. A warm beige covered the walls, complementing a small oak desk with my laptop, and a larger flat screen beside it. In the living room, a wooden table teetered on three legs, leading into my sparse, but suitable kitchen. “The sink?” [That’s even worse than the toilet!] She howled. “How? You couldn’t even be flushed!” [i’ve seen you shred things in that sink! What if I fall in? I’ll be turned to goo!] “Are you…talking about the garbage disposal?” Volt squirmed, hopping out of my hands. [Yeah! You dropped a tomato in there once, and it just DISAPPEARED!] “That’s food, not-” [What if my leg slips down,] Volt gestured to her paw, nearly in hysterics. Her eyes gleamed with barely contained tears as she continued. [Or, or my arm!] “We won’t turn it on, Vol.” I cooed. “It’s completely safe, I promise. It won’t hurt-” [b-b-but what if it does?] She asked, clutching on to my leg, as if it was her only last comfort in a world of volatility. She tried to speak further into her pokespeak, but whatever thoughts she had only translated into a jumbled mess as she hugged my pant leg all the tighter. I could feel her tears spill onto my jeans, and through I couldn’t understand her words, I didn’t need a translator to understand her trepidation. I sat down, wrapping my arms around her gently, and stroked her scalp. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. I won’t make you go in the sink. You’re safe here; nothing is going to happen, okay? We’ll figure something out. You’ll be okay.” [O…okay…] Volt stammered, wiping her face, and standing back up. I could tell she was getting desperate; her bottom paws were now crossed, and one of her arms traced down her stomach and pressed lightly but firmly against her core. “What about the bathtub?” I suggested. Volt’s eyes gleamed again with tears, but she remained silent. “You can go on the side away from the drain, so there’s completely, one-hundred percent no chance of anything happening. I’ll put you inside, and leave you to your privacy. Is that okay?” She trembled, and clutched herself a bit harder. [i’m still…a little scared of it. C-could you stay?] I stuttered, a bit taken aback. [Just this once, just to make sure nothing bad happens? Please? Just this once; I’ll never ask for anything like this again.] She begged. [Pleasepleaseplease, I really, really have to go, I don’t have long!] My mind went back to those drawings, the level of detail within each of the strokes, and the feelings I knew she kept buried just beneath the surface. I didn’t want to lead her on, particularly with this, which was quite embarrassingly intimate… …but on the other hand, she was honestly scared. I couldn’t just make her go in by herself; getting into the tub would be the equivalent of me scaling a seven foot brick wall with no grip, plus, she might just end up being too scared and letting loose on the tile. She’s never had an accident in the house before, but I’ve also never seen her this desperate. Walking into the restroom, trying valiantly to scale the tub wall, but failing and falling right back down. Struggling, refusing to ask for help again out of shame, all the while the pressure is getting worse and worse. Now she’s clutching herself hard, not out of embarrassment but out of sheer, near-painful pressure. She’s biting her tongue to keep from moaning, still trying to reach the lip of the tub, but her predicament’s keeping her from reaching the top. A quick dribble leaks out of her fur, and she knows she can’t hold it anymore, but also hates the idea of once again begging for help. With another spurt dampening her inner thighs, and her paw warm with urine, she climbs into the trashcan, trying to fit the plastic liner around herself as a small gush of unrelenting pee leaks down her leg. She’s holding herself hard, moaning with the tension of holding in for so long, and accidentally overturns the trashcan. It falls, knocking her sideways, and spilling her across the floor. Now she’s peeing a waterfall, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. Pee is gushing all over the floor, over the trashcan, over the floor mat, the rug, and all over her lower-half. She’s choking back sobs, still trying to contain herself despite her complete lack control, and all she could think of is why didn’t I just help her? My face flushed with my rather erotic thought process, and Volt still stared at me, just as fidgety as before, waiting for me to make up my mind. “O-okay, I’ll come with you.” I nodded, swallowing as if to appease my pulsing heart. [Thankyouthankyouthankyou!] Volt waddled up to the bathroom door, already looking relieved. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard, knowing how it sticks. This time, however, it held fast. “Shit.” I pulled again, harder, but to no avail. Volt let out a slow whine next to me, gripping herself with both paws. I pulled again, then harder, and then struck the door with my foot. Nothing. [i…I’m really close…] Volt blushed. “It’s okay, Vol, just a little longer. You’re doing really well.” My mind raced as I tried to think of other options. Could I hold her over the sink? She might not make it in time, plus, she’d still be scared of the drain. Would the window work? No, they open from the inside, plus I wrapped them in plastic to keep out the cold. My towels were all in the wash, though I still had some paper towels and spare toilet paper in my cabinets! I dashed to the kitchen and grabbed my supplies -- a roll of toilet paper to catch most of it, and two rolls of paper towels ‘just in case’ -- and started making a small nest against the tile. How much could a Pikachu pee, anyway? 50ml? Like, a fourth of a cup? Man, I wish I paid attention in science conversion. Volt made another sound, a mix between a moan and her normal cry, and I moved out of the way. “Here – can you use this?” Volt looked at my arrangement uneasily, stepping within the paper bounds. I offered her the roll of toilet paper, and she took it and placed it between her thighs. “Okay.” Volt stood in place, shivering for a moment, with her eyes shut in fierce concentration. A moment passed, and she squirmed against the toilet paper roll uncomfortably. She shouted, shaking back and forth. [it’s just-, I can’t pee inside! It hurts; I have to go so bad! I feel like I’m about to pee on myself, but I can’t go!] I took a deep breath, and motioned for her to do the same. [C-c-can you pet me?] I gave her a peculiar look. [it…might calm me down. Please? I just…I’m scared, and nervous, and this doesn’t feel right, and I feel like you’re going to be mad at me, and hate me, and you won’t want me anymore-] I put a hand on her head, and rubbed the fur back and forth gently, around the base of her ears, across and down. After a moment, her muscles relaxed, but she still shook in place. A jet of urine hissed against the paper, and she instantly tensed, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded, and continued to stroke her fur, reassuring her. Another dribble leaked against the roll she had pressed between her legs, which rapidly turned into a strong stream. She moaned, relief washing its way across her face as she drenched the roll beneath her in yellow, and her urine soaked into the paper towels I had laid across the floor. Half way, she looked at me, her face flushed with shame and guilt. “It’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m not mad at you.” She stood up, finished, through still dripping from her inner thighs. I offered her another paper towel, which she used to clean herself. [T-thank you.] “No problem.” I smiled. [You’re…really understanding.] She held out her paws, and I picked her up, hugging her softly against my shoulder. [Thank you for…for being there for me.] “Absolutely.” I hugged her a little tighter, then placed her on the floor. “How about we clean up, and then we get you in a warm bath? I’ll get the water running-” [um, Chase?] “Yes?” [The bathroom’s locked, remember?] “…Shit!”
  11. So, I did this before, but closed it due to lack of interest. But, I've decided to re-do it! I'll keep it open as long as I feel like this time, hopefully this will go better than before. Same rules: Tell me which pokemon Tell me the gender Tell me what clothes you'd like them to be wearing (if any) Tell me the wetting/holding scenario you'd like them to be in Go wild! Multiple requests are allowed. All requests will be digital sketches.
  12. The story itself starts a few years before the events of Red Dead Redemption 2. I haven't decided yet, exactly how many, so I've kept the dates vague. Red Dead Redemption starts in 1889, just to give you a time frame. Please keep in mind that I will be using events, plots, random encounters and basically anything I think will be useful, so in other words: SPOILER ALERT! This is basically Pokémon in the wild west. Because the setting is in the wild west, this story is rated --- > MA <-- But for those that want more specifics: Racism and bigotry based on race, gender, faith and creed were common in those days. But that doesn't mean those things will be a focus. They will be mostly ignored, but I won't deny they existed. I suppose that technically, I could ignore it, since this is fanfiction, but I feel that would be a mistake. There will be mentions of violence, bar fights and executions by hanging. Disposable diapers have already been invented, since I don't want to use cloth diapers in my story. But instead of being mass produced, they're being crafted by craftsmen instead, which means they are on the expensive side. Modern utilities such as electricity, running waters, modern toilets, baths and showers are available but only in the 'oldest' settlements, like Blackwater but they're becoming increasingly common. The technology to capture Pokémon through pokéballs was invented by Samuel Oak. That means that this technology is new and expensive and the 'old' ways are still used commonly. That 'old' way will be explained in the story. Wages and prices are what we are familiar with in common times, since I found it incredibly hard, to apply the prices of those times to today. Team Rocket is a very powerful and influential organization. It is centuries old (in one form or another) with connections all over the world. (Think Templars but without the assassins.) Trainers and Pokémon are used in law enforcement, military and as mercenaries. That's it! The chapter will be posted immediately after this. Prologue... On April the first, 1889, that sixteen-year-old Ash Lee Ketchum or Ash, as his friends would call him, graduated from the Trainer Academy in Fort Blackwater, near the city of Blackwater. Ash shared the number one spot with his three best friends and each of them could honestly say that they were the best in their own specialties! Ash was a genius when it came to battling Pokémon and understanding them. He just had an intuitive understanding of their body language and even their culture. Gary Oak was Ash's second in command and the closest thing they had to a scientist, engineer and a gun smith. Gary could maintain, repair and improve just about any gun you could care to name, knew how to use herbs and plants in the wilderness to create medicine for Pokémon and human alike and finally, Gary loved to tinker with things to try and improve them. It was only because nobody knew the identity of the one that had improved the poké ball technology so significantly that allowed Gary to graduate. Because his knowledge and talents would make him a very valuable talent for any organization with a brain. There were very few people who knew how to craft poké ball perfectly. Poké balls that didn’t carry a high risk of exploding, killing or maiming the Pokémon it had captured. If Gary would be considered highly valuable for his talent to create poké balls, then he would be considered priceless because of his newest invention. Only the commander of the fort and his unit knew of his invention, but if his invention ever leaked and he was connected to it as its inventor, he would either be hunted for the rest of his life, or forcefully conscripted by the government. That he would be filthy rich would be a small comfort. A cage made of gold is still a cage after all. Gary’s invention was a machine that could first ‘copy’ any kind of technique from any Pokémon and it could then teach it to another Pokémon that didn’t know the move. The knowledge couldn’t be copied if the Pokémon refused to cooperate, but this invention would be desired by every government in the world for its military applications. According to Gary, the machine wasn’t even perfected yet. It took a minimum of a single week, before the process was complete and sometimes it failed for reasons he had yet to deduce. Garry called his invention a teaching machine or just a TM for short. Finally, aside from being hilariously smart, Gary was also a very good Pokémon trainer. But it was science that held his real passion. Sometime, during his training at the Academy, Gary received news that his grandfather had died in an accident and that he, Gary Oak had inherited all of his grandfather’s research journals. Each and every single one had been written in code. Samuel Oak had invented more than just the pokéball technology, but he had never given as much as a hint that they existed because of the potential they had to be abused. Aside from the journals, Gary would also inherit his grandfather’s fortune because he, Gary Oak, was now the owner of the patent of pokéball technology. Gary though, was convinced that his grandfather was still alive since there had been cryptic warnings about being pressured into doing something. The warnings hinted that this unknown threat came from the government and that his grandfather would be taken, willingly or not to a secret off the books research facility. Gary fully intended to find his grandfather, dead or alive, and for that he needed to get enough badges to get enough clearance to find him. If Gary was a scientist, engineer and a gun smith, then Misty was their medic, scout, infiltrator and assassin. When Misty had joined the academy, there had been a huge amount of uproar that a female was permitted to be trained as a trainer. Misty showed that she had her own talents though and so she was accepted, provided that she was given no special treatment for being female. She showered with the other trainers, slept with them in the same room and ate with them. Misty’s medical training had taught her how to combine herbs to use as medicine or as poison. Finally, their unit was rounded off by Brock Stone of Blackwater. Brocks inclusion in the academy had caused just as much, if not more so mayhem than Misty’s inclusion had caused. All because Brock happened to be black instead of white. The reason that Brock was accepted in the academy was because Brock had saved Ash’s life. Brock, together the saloon owner, managed to get Ash stabilized and to the doctor before he could die. Brock then helped the doctor with Ash’s care without any hesitation. When the commander of Fort Blackwater, asked Brock where his parents were, Brock explained that he had managed to escape from a plantation where they didn’t even bother to try and hide behind a technicality. It caused a major slave ring to be discovered and disbanded. Brock had earned him a lot of enemies during so but at the same time, it had earned him more powerful allies. The commander of fort Blackwater was so impressed that he had decided to offer Brock a place in his academy. Unfortunately, Brock’s upbringing had caused a few… Side effects in how he viewed things. From the moment he had been able to walk and talk, he had been trained as a servant. It was so ingrained in him, that he desired to have a master, even if he was aware that he could be free. “You say I am free, then give me the freedom to choose my own master. I want my master to become Ash. I will serve him in any capacity that is required of me until the day I die.” Even for a ten year old, Brock had been unusually tall and muscled, making him appear much older than he really was. That’s why he was given highly specialized training in hand to hand combat, he was taught how to track, hunt and capture Human targets and he was taught how to hunt, kill, gut and cook Pokémon and animal alike. Whether it was a coincidence or not, but all four of them had been around the same age when they joined the academy and from the very moment they did, each of them showed that they were a level above everyone else. All four of them had held the number one spot at one time or another. In the end, Ash had managed to pull ahead by a single point with the other three technically holding the number two spot. Because of politics, Gary had been given the number two spot, Misty had been given the third and Brock was number four. Excerpts from Ash Ketchum’s Journal. Fort Blackwater, near Blackwater… “…And so, I declare the class of 1885-1886 to have officially graduated from my academy!” The commander of Fort Blackwater declared with enthusiasm. All thirty graduates began cheering loudly, throwing their hats in the air and a couple even dared to shoot a few rounds in the air. “Alright, alright, settle down lads.” The commander said good naturedly. “Because even if you have graduated, I can still nail you with latrine duty until your orders come through the telegraph and I can pretend I haven’t received your orders for a couple of weeks before I have to give them to you…” Abruptly, the cheering stopped, and everyone defaulted to parade rest. The commander laughed loudly at the response of his graduates. It took several moments before the commander managed to calm himself, and when he did, he continued the speech he had prepared during the previous few weeks. “It’s good to know that the threat of latrine duty hasn’t stopped being so effective.” The commander said cheerfully. “Ah, enough fooling around! I won’t be keeping you lads around for too much longer. But before I finally dismiss you and you can all get wonderfully drunk, I still have a few more things to say, a speech to give, a few people to threaten with castration…” The commander muttered the last few words as if he hadn’t meant for anyone to hear it. “Alright, to business then. As I’m sure you all know, as a graduation present from yours truly, you all have an all you can drink tab in the saloon in Blackwater. Now, I expect all of you to behave as proper trainers. I swear to you, that even though I have permitted all of you to graduate, but I still have the authority to demote you back to a first year rookie! Am I clear?” “SIR! YES SIR!” The crowd of thirty bellowed. “Good. Very good. Aside from sampling the alcohol, you all are also permitted to make use of the women folk that work for the saloon. They are the kind of women that require you pay them for their attention. You all have earned enough money to pay for their services for a week of nonstop sex, but I swear, if I hear that any of you have abused the woman you were with, you’ll have an appointment with a tree, a rope and a branch followed by a quick snap of the neck or a slow death as you choke to death. Am I making myself absolutely clear?” “SIR! YES SIR!” “None of you are permitted to carry your guns or take your partners with you. With so many of you in one place, there is far too much of a chance for things to get rowdy. I do not want things to get rowdy. Do you understand?” “SIR! YES SIR!” They bellowed again. “As you probably all know, in normal years we have perhaps one or two graduates who have proven themselves exceptional students throughout that particular year. For the last seven years, we didn’t have one, not two, not even three but FOUR students who have proven themselves to be exceptional students for their entire training. For seven years, all four of them fought for the number one spot and never did anyone else except one of those four get the number one, two, three or fourth spot.” The commander paused and pretending to think really hard. “What were their name again? Ashly ketchup, our very own mysterious, the one that carry his own name and Rock stone?” The entire crowd winced at the terrible puns and even the commander regretted the words that had come out of his mouth. “Okay, let’s pretend I've never said that. Anyway, all of you know who I am talking about. There is no doubt in my mind that we will be seeing this kind of talent any time soon, so give them a mighty applause, since they sure as fuck deserve it! C’mon lads, let them hear it for the number one graduate, Ash Ketchum! His second in command and on the number two spot, Gary Oak, following after Gary is Misty of Blackwater to be rounded off by Brock Stone!” The commander shouted. The crowd of thirty, feeling rightfully proud that it was THEIR academy that had taught the four of them, cheered, applauded and emptied their guns into the air. There existed a sort of polite rivalry with the other trainer academy’s in other states. So, this was a point of pride for all of them! And it wasn’t that they didn’t deserve it either! Once the applause had settled down, the commander continued his speech. “It is with the outmost pleasure that I award Ash Lee Ketchum, Gary Oak, Misty of Blackwater and Brock of Blackwater with their first badge straight from the start! All four of you are expected in my office, once the neutral trainer has arrived, for you to battle and so you can go through the ceremony.” The commander looked down at his papers and made a show to look through them, before he threw them over his shoulders. “I considered dragging this out for as long as I could, but I changed my mind. Get out of here! All of ye!” The commander ordered. The thirty recruits didn’t waste another second to comply with the commander’s orders. “Don’t you dare get back here unless you got yourself properly drunk or after you fucked some of the womenfolk of the saloon!” The commander yelled after them. All thirty trainers hurried towards their quarters to get changed and deposit their guns. The next day… 2-04-1886 Ash groaned in discomfort as he slowly woke up. His head was killing him and the taste in his mouth… It was enough to make him want to hurl. Only distantly, did he realize that someone was laying half on top of him. “Ugh, I swear I don’t see the appeal of getting drunk, if this is the result.” The teenager muttered. “…You’re telling me.” A woman’s voice whispered in his ear. “Here, have some water. So, you can get that terrible taste out of your mouth that you are no doubt experiencing.” Someone, presumably the woman who had answered, gave him a glass of water, and Ash didn't hesitate for a second to empty it immediately. Feeling marginally better, Ash cracked open an eye, to look at his bedpartner, and it was then that he realized several things at the same time. First of all, he was naked. Secondly, so was the woman on top of him. Thirdly, he had a throbbing erection. Fourth, the woman, who had yet to introduce herself, was moving her hand over his erection with the lightest of touches. Ash couldn’t help himself but look at the woman from top to bottom. He had never seen a naked woman from this close before. Attempting to ignore his body’s natural reaction and its demand to take the female right this instant, and instead chose to try to figure out what had happened to him for him to be sharing his bed with someone he had never seen before in his life. Right now, though, he couldn’t remember a damn thing! “I’m terribly sorry, miss. But… Who are you and how did you end up in my bed?” “It is the other way around, actually. This is my bed and my room. I’m not sure if I should be offended or hurt that you don’t remember my name after everything we went through together. What is it that you do remember though?” The woman still didn’t stop caressing his erection and Ash couldn’t help himself but moan in pleasure. Trying very hard not to let himself be distracted, Ash tried to remember. Flashes of him holding cards and roaring in triumph when he appeared to have the better cards. Himself picking a fight with someone when he heard him insult women in general. “I think I remember bits and pieces.” Ash said instead. It was best to play dumb and see what happened and keep it as vague as possible. “Did I get into a fistfight with someone? Because I feel kind of sore.” The woman next to him offered him a wide grin. “Sure, let’s go with that.” The woman, who still hadn’t introduced herself agreed with a wide grin that would be perfect on the cat who just ate the canary. Then she went down on him and took his erection in her mouth, this action made caused Ash to gape at her, but the pleasure she caused him, temporarily reduced him back to primal intelligence levels. Ash attempted to grab her head to make her increase her pace, he growled in frustration when she stopped, just when he was at the edge. “What do you think, you’re doing woman? Continue!” Ash practically ordered. “Nope.” The woman answered. “Not yet anyway. I’m very good at getting the highest quantity of white stuff out of any male I’m with, and it’s a while yet, before you’re there. But to answer your question, no. you didn’t get into a fist fight but that was probably because of the amount of law enforcement keeping an eye on things. You did get involved with an argument I was having with someone.” “Oh God, what did I do? I think, that I remember that.” Ash muttered. “But… I don’t remember what it was about. Except… Did I play a card game? Please tell me I didn’t and please, oh please tell me that I didn’t play poker!” Ash begged. “I’m hilariously bad at playing poker!” He added, just to make sure she understood how bad he was at the stupid game. Ash really was terrible at it. Gary had tried to teach him, playing with just a couple of dollars for fun and not for profit. But he had never seemed to be able to win. Not even when Gary was trying to let him win. “Well, you did.” The woman confirmed. “Play poker, I mean.” “That’s just great. Do I even have any money left?” Ash demanded. He had temporarily forgotten about his frustration about being pushed to the limit and not being allowed to orgasm. The woman snorted, as if he had said something incredibly amusing. “Trust me, you’re the furthest thing from being broke.” “Which means?” Ash asked a touch impatiently. “Well, you got me for starters.” The woman said slowly, pointing her finger at herself and then slowly waving it over her body. Ash had automatically followed the finger and was only barely able to force himself to look away. And just like that, he remembered, and his erection got back to full strength. “What is that supposed to mean? If you’re telling me that I somehow acquired you as a slave, then you’d best get that idea of that pretty head of yours. Ash Ketchum is many things, but a slave owner is not one of them!” Taking a deep breath, Ash forced himself to calm down. He remembered what had happened to Brock’s old master and he sure as hell didn’t want to gain an appointment with a tree, a branch, a rope and a quick snap of his neck if he was lucky! “I’m not your slave.” The woman was quick to reassure him. “But,” She said quickly, holding up her hands to stop Ash from saying anything, “You still own me in a matter of speaking.” “Would you speak plainly already woman?” Ash demanded impatiently. “You’re starting to confuse me!” “Alright, alright.” The woman, who still hadn’t identified herself replied. “I’m sorry, but you’re just too cute for me not too tease you a little.” “Just… Tell me what happened?” Ash asked again. “Alright, fair enough. But I won’t promise not to tease you again though! Okay, so it’s like this. Last night, I was minding my own business, when the loan shark I had borrowed money from, invaded my personal space and demanded that I pay him without delay. Which I couldn’t, because I had spent most of it to take care of my son. He’s… Was deadly ill. He… Well, let’s just say that even with all the money I borrowed, the only thing I could do was make my son comfortable as he passed.” “My condolences for your loss, ma’am.” Ash said after a moment. “I lost my mother a few years ago as well, so I can sympathise at least.” “Thank you.” She acknowledged. “Anyway, the behaviour of the loan shark was weird, because I had made it perfectly clear as to why I needed the money and how much time it would take me to pay him back. I didn’t understand why he was behaving the way he did, since it was only a few weeks ago that I borrowed the money in the first place, and he was acting like it had been months ago without a single down payment!” “Where was I when this happened?” Ash asked with a frown. “Well, to make a long story short, you were enjoying your drink. Not sure if it was your first or not, but we had only exchanged pleasantries and had been ignoring the other. When the loan shark got increasingly more aggressive, you took offense in my place and you demanded his apology.” “That does sounds like something I would do.” Ash agreed thoughtfully. “Well, the loan shark refused to apologize and then decided to turn his back on you and continue our conversation as if nothing had happened. He said that he owned me and that he could very well sell my contract to the saloon as one of its girls.” Ash understood what that meant. She would have been forced to spend her time on her back with her legs spread or in whatever position her client wanted to fuck her in. “You got the cutest little frown on your face as if you couldn’t follow the conversation in its entirety yet, so you kept quiet for that bit. I told the loan shark that I would pay him back and that, like I had told him from the start, I would need a couple of weeks to get the money. He just had to be patient. I reminded him I had told him all of that before I loaned the money. The man refused, shoved me and told me he would be kind and give me two days to get his money or he would be selling my contract to the saloon and I would be earning my pay on my back, on my knees or… Well, you get the idea. You took exception to that and it snowballed from there, with you challenging him into a game of poker with my contract as the stakes and with enough money to cover my debt from you.” “I don’t get it.” Ash insisted. “To say I’m bad at poker is like telling you a cobra is dangerous. I’m hilariously bad at playing poker and even when a friend tried to let me win, I still lost! Why would last night be any different? “Does it really matter?” The woman asked with a raised eyebrow. Ash didn’t respond. “The point is that you were damn good at it and if it weren’t for the fact that EVERYBODY in the saloon, was watching your game, accusations of cheating would have surely followed. You were drunk enough that it would be absurd to claim you would be capable of cheating in the state you were in.” “I eh... I see. Alright. Hit me. How much did you owe the loan shark and how much did I end up winning?” “Well, I had borrowed ten thousand dollars from him, but with interest and everything else, I ultimately owed him fourteen thousand dollars and change. You told him you had that much in the bank, and the sheriff and the bank owner confirmed that your word could be trusted. The both of you signed a contract, witnessed by the whole saloon and well… You started playing. You started with fourteen thousand dollars in chips and the loan shark matched it as well. I won’t bore you with the amount of times you won or lost, but eventually, you both agreed to put in an all or nothing bet. Winner take all. If you won, you would take all the money, twenty eight thousand dollars in total and you would get my contract, which is worth another fourteen thousand dollars if you include the interest.” Ash gaped at her. “I won… I won at least twenty eight thousand dollars in cash?” He asked in absolute shock. “That’s correct.” The woman agreed. “The owner of the saloon interfered just before that final bet and made sure that it was witnessed by several people whose trustworthiness couldn’t be denied. Just to avoid any… accusations.” “Yhea, Alfred is sharp like that.” Ash agreed immediately. “There’s not much to tell after that. You had the better cards, so you won.” “Would you be so kind to bottom line it for me? My head is killing me, and I swear I won’t touch another drop of alcohol in my life! It just isn’t worth it! The taste in my mouth is bad enough it might as well be poison and my breath is so bad anyone smelling it would drop dead!” “Okay, so do you want me to pretty it up a little, or do you just want to hear the facts? Ash just chuckled. “Lady, I’m the kind of guy with principles and lines that I don’t cross, not for anything in the world. Just tell me already and get it over with.” “Alright. To the point it is then. You won twenty eight thousand dollars and you won my contract. Alfred, the sheriff and your commander renegotiated the contract and instead of having to pay it off in cash, I just have to serve you.” “Serve me? Serve me how?” The just shrugged. “I’ll cook for you, clean for you and…” She gave his cock a light squeeze. “I’ll pleasure you until I've paid back the debt, I owe you. I have no roots here, I know you’re a trainer, even if you only just graduated. Trainers never stay long in one place and the good ones tend to acquire… Supporters. The only thing you are required to do is to try your hardest to make sure I remain safe, am never hungry, thirsty or cold.” “Oh, and one more thing.” The woman added. “This,” and she grabbed his cock and gave it another gentle squeeze is permitted to explore this,” and she pointed towards her pussy in a way that could not be misinterpreted,” whenever you want, in whatever position you want.” Ash tried to keep his blush under control at the implication. “Speaking off, did we… I mean, have we… That is to say, did I lose my err…” Ash decided that perhaps a tactical retreat was in order, except he hadn’t counted on the woman to stop him dead in his tracks. Before he knew what was happening, she was sitting on him and had him pinned to the bed. “Ehm… Okay, so maybe not then.” Ash muttered. “It occurred to me a few moments ago, that I haven’t introduced myself either. My name is Ash Lee Ketchum, at your service. “My, my, you really are a polite young man, aren’t you?” The woman asked as she licked her lips hungrily. She had him pinned down and started to rub her lower body over his erection while she addressed him like it was the most normal thing in the world. “But I suppose I have teased you enough already, haven’t I? Before I get that question out of the way, let me explain something to you. I've mentioned I've had a son, right?” The woman asked. “Ehm, yes.” Ash answered. “Well… My son he… He got sick; he did. He… He didn’t make it. You ehm… You reminded me of him. Just as polite to the opposite sex. Just as excited. After you won, and the excitement was over with, you half dragged me to your room, said something about protecting me from nasty old men.” “I’m sorry?” Ash offered. “Don’t worry about it.” The woman waved her hand. “You were so drunk you couldn’t have done anything without my permission. It takes two to tango after all. Anyway, Alfred, I think his name is, he’s the owner of the saloon. He knocked on the door and told me that the loan shark had left but he had taken my clothes I had left in storage. When we arrived her, you attempted to comfort and pleasure me orally and you did until you passed out. I fell asleep, since I could tell you wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. I wanted to make your waking up as pleasant as possible, so I undressed you and well…” The woman just shrugged. “You know the rest. So, no, we haven’t fucked each other’s brains out. Yet.” No longer able to resist, Ash kissed the woman and well… That started the dance as ancient as the rise of the Human race. X Much later… X Once they had started their lovemaking, Ash proved himself to be an eager and fast student. When they finally collapsed on each other, he felt satisfied and complete in a way he had never felt before. The only thing he wanted to do now was sleep and perhaps fuck her again when he woke up. X A few hours later… X When Ash woke up a few hours later, it was from the pleasure of being sucked off expertly and enthusiastically. “You know,” Ash muttered when he had orgasmed again. “After all that, you still haven’t told me your name.” “I haven’t?” The woman asked. “Damn. You’re right. Well, that’s kind of awkward.” The woman muttered sheepishly. “Well, master, she said quietly, permit your humble servant to dress her master, because it seems that ‘it’ has finally tired itself out.” She ignored Ash's attempts to stop her and eventually he just let her do what she wanted. Even if it was kind of embarrassing. “I’m not a child you know. I can dress myself.” Ash complained, even as he complied with her wishes. though he let her do as she wanted. “Oh, I know that you most certainly aren’t a child.” The woman agreed. Giving his privates a gentle squeeze before ordering him to lift his legs so she could put his underwear on. Once he was dressed, leaving her still completely naked, she finally introduced herself. “My name is Sabrina. Sabrina Hanako at your service. I think I should inform you that I’m a very stubborn woman, mister AshLee Ketchum and if I want to dress you, feed or wash you, then that’s what I’ll do, because I’ll always make it worth your while.” “Just Ash, please. Not Lee. Not Ashly. Just Ash. My full name makes me feel like I’m in trouble and I don’t like my second name and I certainly don’t want to have the name of a girl.” “Ash, it is then. Did your mum think you were a girl before you were born?” Sabrina asked with an amused smile. “…It was a compromise between her and my old man. He liked Lee and my mum liked Ashly and well… When you say the name slowly… You sort of get both.” “Ah, I see. Alright then, Ah, care to tell me what our next move is?” “Well,” Ash began, “First, I will go straight to the general store and tell them to come here with some clothes for you. Because I certainly can’t have you go outside without a stitch of clothing on you, now can I?” “Well, you could, but would be kind of weird.” Sabrina answered. “Step two is to get to Fort Blackwater as quickly as possible. We had yesterday, today and even part of tomorrow off anyway. It shouldn’t be a problem, but you never know, and I don’t want to push it too much if I don’t have to.” “Do you know where you are supposed to go or what your orders are going to be?” “Nope.” Ash admitted. Since I graduated with High Honour, together with three of my closest friends, we’re supposed to be given the harder missions, because we are so good at what we do. That basically means, we can tackle harder problems than regular trainers. The rest of my class will be sent to other parts of the country on their own, though they might travel together for a while until they go their separate ways.” “I see. Will it be a problem that I will join you?” “…I don’t think so. It depends on whether the mission is classified or not. If it is, you will have to either sign papers to read you in and swear you to secrecy or you will have to stay behind or leave us to our meetings if we have to discuss it. But anyway, I’ll be back as quickly as I can, I promise.” With that statement, Ash left the room. Sabrina heard him walk downstairs and then leave the saloon through the window. Sabrina busied herself with cleaning the room up some. The room smelled of sex and while she didn’t mind, that might not be true for the next guest, so she opened the window as well to air the room out. She didn’t bother to dress her, because she technically still had the clothes she had worn yesterday but they needed to be washed urgently. After a while, she visited the bathroom to do her business and then she lay down on the bed for a short nap. She was a bit sore from riding Ash multiple times and a nap might be what the doctor ordered. X Some time later… X KNOCK KNOCK “Sabrina? It’s Ash.” Since there was no response, the door opened, and Ash peeked into the room. Seeing that Sabrina was fast asleep on the bed, without wearing anything, he told the girl to follow him inside the room. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. Ash gently shook Sabrina’s shoulder and it didn’t take long before she woke up. “Ash? Oh! You’re back.” “Yes.” Ash agreed. “This is…” “Samantha, but you may call me Sam.” The girl introduced herself. “Sam? She can buy whatever clothes he needs for a journey with as few steps as possible. I’ll be downstairs.” Nodding to both of them, Ash left the room, closing the door behind him. Sabrina wasted no time in telling the store clerk what it was she wanted. She wasn’t a city woman and paid minimal attention to silly things like fashion. It only took her about thirty minutes to make her choice from the clothes the store clerk had taken with her and once she had gotten dressed, she made a few more choices from the book Sam had taken with her that showed what they had in stock. Five minutes after that, Sabrina and Sam left the room, and were walking downstairs, with Sabrina carrying the clothes she had chosen, neatly packed together. “I will be preparing the rest of your order.” Sam said to Sabrina and then left the saloon immediately after. By that time, Ash had looked up, had noticed them and then promptly drained the glass with he was holding. “Sabrina?” And here, Ash lowered his voice as he led her outside. “I forgot to ask you something. I realized that I should have had a good amount of cash with me. Do you know what I did with it?” Ash had barely asked the question, when Sabrina retrieved a bundle of money from…. Somewhere. “I’ve got it right here.” “Alright. Thank you.” Ash responded, accepting the money. “Ash for the money you’ve won. Alfred, I think you said his name was, took the money to the bank director and asked him to deposit the money in your account.” “Oh. Well, that’s convenient.” Ash muttered. Turning around, Ash saw Alfred busying himself with cleaning glasses. “Oi Alfred! Thanks for looking out for me yhea?!” The man looked up and gave him a grin and a thumbs up.” “I've been thinking about something, while you were choosing your clothes upstairs.” Ash said, turning back to Sabrina and offering her a smile. “What about?” Sabrina asked curiously. “Well…” He started carefully. “You’re kind of broke right now, right?” “Well, technically, I’m not. But if you’re asking if I have money in cash, here and now then I suppose you could say I’m broke. Why are you asking?” “Because I want you to have this.” Ash said, giving her a small bundle of money. “Think of it as a down payment on your wage you’ll be earning if you really want to join me and my unit.” Sabrina accepted the money and counted it quickly, before putting it away. “I will be paying for a horse, a gun for you and supplies for the horse to carry. Depending on my mission and depending on whether or not you still insist on following me, I thought that you might as well be fully prepared.” “Why?” Sabrina asked suspiciously. Even if they had fucked and got along pretty great, she still barely knew him. “Why would you spend so much money on me? I could be lying, you know.” She wasn’t, but how could he know? “You aren’t.” Ash said with confidence. “I may be hilariously bad at poker when I’m sober, but I am a VERY good judge of character.” Nodding slowly, Sabrina decided that this really may be the truth as Ash saw it. Still though, she wanted to think about this for a while, so she decided to change the subject. “Samantha told me to visit the general store in a little while because she wasn’t certain how much time they would need to prepare the clothes I ordered. Most of it was in stock and only needed a few adjustments. She told me it shouldn’t take more than a few hours but asked me to check in early anyway. Just to be on the safe side.” “Fair enough.” Ash replied with a nod. The both of them exited the saloon and they took their time to walk to the general store and from the moment the owner saw them, he retreated to the back of the store to pick up the package that Sabrina had ordered. “I didn’t need to make any changes after all.” The owner explained, when he saw Sabrina’s confused look. “My daughter was pretty sure she would only need about thirty minutes, if that, but we prefer to give ourselves enough time to make sure we can make our deadline.” “Fair enough.” Ash said with a shrug. The store owner grabbed a list he had to the side and reviewed it one more time, muttering to himself as he checked the list off one by one. “Alright, everything you ordered should be in the pack.” The owner said finally. “My daughter mentioned something about needing more ammo and I've got plenty in stock. Do you have a weapon?” “No, not yet.” Sabrina answered. Her gun had been with the rest of her supplies in the saloon. The supplies that that loan shark had taken with him. It wasn’t a big loss even if it did irritate her that she had to replace them. “Then it’s probably better to visit the gun smith.” The owner advised. “Alright, so how much do I owe you?” Ash asked. “One hundred and fifty dollars.” The owner told him. Ash paid the man and then the two of them left. The two of them then visited the gun smith and together with Ash and the owner, she eventually chose what she thought would be a very good weapon for her. A cattleman revolver. It was a decent pistol that was used all over the country. “Alright, now, I want to visit the Fort and get my orders before we find you a horse. For now, you can ride with me. Ash whistled sharply and as soon as he did, one of the Ponyta, that were waiting for their owners came towards Ash at a slow trot. The Ponyta that responded was a beautiful specimen with a scar across its right eye. “Sabrina, please meet Scar. He’s the best steed a man could ask for. Do you know how to introduce yourself to a Ponyta without risking getting burned? “…No.” She admitted honestly. "Good." Ash said with a nod. "At least you’re honest about that. Ponyta, in general, tend to hate liars, and their burns are nasty to heal. First, you approach him from the front, and you offer him a slight bow. Don’t bow too deeply because he would take that as submitting to him. After that, you offer him your hand and let him take in your scent. After that, you introduce yourself. Then you ask his permission to touch him and if he shows no sign of aggression, slowly reach out to pet him. If you don’t feel any heat, you’re good to go. If he lets you pet him, then he should let you ride him as well.” “And if he doesn’t?” “…Then you walk, and I ride besides you as we walk to Fort Blackwater.” Ash answered with a shrug. “Scar is a very good judge of character though.” Ash added as an afterthought. Sabrina cautiously walked to the front and let Scar smell her hands. Near immediately, the Ponyta pushed its own head to her hand so she could scratch it. “Well, I guess that solves the question if he’s friendly or not.” Ash said with a smile. Though, inwardly he frowned. Scar was rarely friendly with strangers. “He had half hoped that she wouldn’t be able to touch him and that she wouldn’t want to walk all the way to Fort Blackwater. That way he would have been able to dismiss those debts and… Well, he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done then. The sex he had experienced was amazing and he most definitely wanted a repeat of that. Multiple times in as many positions a possible. Yes, the sex was definitely something that he wanted to repeat. X Word count: 6.927
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    Natural

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    In a vain attempt at continuing potty-training, a certain 'Lu donned some training pants for the day before heading out. Alas, when he was heading through the park his bladder must have remembered last time he tried this and, well, nature called~ :P
  14. © Myself: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/punkrockvampire/

  15. Request by @Omo luna This Roserade’s bladder bulges out her tummy as she holds in every last drop of her golden liquid..
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    Bound and blorty Randy

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Randy squirmed, the inevitable was drawing closer; He was challenged to hold his need to go potty for an hour without holding himself. At first the Riolu was confident, what with all his recent, sorta-successful attempts at potty-training, but as soon as he was latex'd, and tied up, Randy had his doubts. 45 minutes later, and with his arms tied and his legs lifted high there was very little the 'Lu could do to prevent his body from relieving itself in this rubber suit.... No! He bellowed in his thoughts! He was gonna hold on just a little longer, and prove he could do it! It was only a few minutes left, and he didn't even need to go that badly! He just had to use all his willpower and- a-and... Oh no...
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    Randy's Potty Emergency

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Randy has been getting very, very good at the whole "Not using his pants as his potty" thing; So much so he got promoted from diapers to pull-ups, and then even to straight-up shorts! Meanwhile poor Ritz keeps finding himself in pull-ups and diapers... Huh, that's funny, just as soon as Randy's gotta go, the door's locked... I can't imagine how that happened, Let's hope he doesn't havetah go too badly~
  18. The Kalos region was famous for its beautiful weather, friendly people, and of course, the pokemon that were local to it, all of which Ayumi couldn’t wait to see. Coming from Pallet Town had made travel seem exotic and exciting to the adventurous young woman, and despite having gone through most of her own region by herself, she was all too happy to spend some time exploring the rest of their wonderful, beautiful world, although she was especially excited about picking Kalos to begin her adventure due to one reason: the giant rock that was situated firmly in Anistar City. Well, technically it wasn’t a rock! It was a huge sundial, something that kept time through Anistar City better than any clock that ticked merrily inside of the many buildings in the area. She’d heard rumors as well, through Professor Oak and the others in Kanto that had been through Kalos, that there was something more to its purpose than just keeping time. Ayumi was excited to see what secrets it held, and she practically hopped off of her flight in order to find her bags and be on her way. The Santalune airport was clean and bright, and Ayumi was able to find her way fairly easily, her blue skirt flouncing around her thighs as she hopped and skipped through the different sections. She’d dressed for the sunny day outside by keeping things simple and light: a black and white t-shirt that was sure to let her body breathe, and the same blue skirt that made her legs feel breezy and free. It was just modest enough to tell everyone she came across that she was simply another adult pokemon enthusiast, not a little girl on her own. Both the skirt and her shirt helped as she hurried toward the baggage claim, panting from the exertion and heat, and after picking up her bag she was off. While Ayumi was very happy to find her own way, she also realized halfway through looking at one of the airport maps that she might have been in over her head. Kalos was a whole new environment, after all, and she was probably better off asking for directions from a local. Spotting a Pokemon Center nearby allowed her to let out a breath of relief. Those were always present in every region, and she could get handy, reliable advice and directions from the nurse there. Plus, she might meet some cute pokemon in the process! It was decided: she would go to the Pokemon Center to ask for the best route to Anistar City. Of course, while she could have called for another kind of transportation, she squinted at the sunlight and decided it would be much more pleasant to walk. The day was beautiful, after all, and she had no idea who she might run into. The sun was warm and felt good on her exposed skin, but as she walked, the slight breezes were beginning to pick up. They tugged at her skirt like they were asking her to play, and she tamped it right back down as she marveled at the new sights and sounds around her. Seemingly annoyed with her, a gust of wind took advantage of her inattentiveness to blow her skirt up suddenly, and she squeaked with surprise. Underneath her skirt was a thick, padded pair of what almost looked like underwear from a glance. It was printed with small eevees that beamed at passersby and shone in the bright sun. However, both Ayumi and anyone who saw it for more than a few seconds would know that it wasn’t a specially engineered pair of panties, but a diaper. They’d recognize the sticky tabs and the rounded puffs of padding that swelled between Ayumi’s slender thighs, and Ayumi would be mortified. She blushed as she tamped her skirt down again, giving it a mental scolding. She was practically the color of a flareon herself! She didn’t know what would happen if anyone saw her like that, and looked around to make sure nobody had. Luckily, from the chatter of the people she passed, nobody had noticed a thing (or they were too polite to look under a woman’s skirt). She breathed out a sigh of relief. Ayumi had begun to wear diapers since she’d found that she didn’t have a very good bladder, and when she had to pee, she really had to pee. Most of the time, peeing fast and being a good adventurer didn’t mix, so she wore the diapers. And even if she tried to make them as cute as she could, they were still embarrassing. The embarrassment over possibly being found out stayed with her throughout her walk, and she found that she was less likely to check if she was following the map’s directions and more likely to look around just in case someone saw the bottom of her diaper. The breeze wasn’t really letting up, either, and the nerves coursing through her system made her bladder react accordingly. Soon, she was shivering and pressing her thighs together insistently, feeling the warm liquid slosh inside of her, and she really needed to find a bathroom. But as she looked around, she realized with increasing horror that she didn’t recognize a thing. She was supposed to have passed a certain landmark a few steps back, but she only saw trees and unfamiliar buildings. What was worse was that somewhere along the line, she tried to retrace her steps and the wind tugged the map right out of her nervous grip. She watched, helplessly, as the map flew away from her, knowing that running might make her have an accident. The only thing more mortifying than having someone see her with a diaper on was to have the diaper filled up with her pee. She had to hold it in, even though it was getting harder and harder to think about things that weren't released, and the sound of trickling water and the feeling of something warm and wet pressed up against her most private spot. Rubbing her thighs together so hard she might start a fire with them, she bit her lip and tried not to walk too strangely, her head swiveling to try and find a place to relieve herself. Strangers walked by, but Ayumi wasn’t going to ask any of them. She had already been convinced that they either had already seen her in her diaper or that they were going to, especially with the wind picking up. Sweating a little and shaking as she walked, she wandered around the unfamiliar landscape before she saw something that looked a little like a bathroom sign from around the corner. Ayumi, by now thoroughly miserable and desperate, picked up her pace to try and beat her bladder before it decided it had enough. Unfortunately for poor Ayumi, she bumped into a person on the way. Another young woman, in fact, with long blue hair and a stylish pink outfit. That was all Ayumi could see before she fell back, and as she hit the ground hard, she found that her legs were spread and that her skirt was hiked up to her waist. That meant that the stylish other woman, whoever she was, could see Ayumi’s eevee diaper. She immediately moved to cover her face, pleading with herself to wait just a little longer, that this wasn’t the time. But her body refused to listen. To make matters worse, the jolt to her bladder had made it release out of shear strain, and the eevees on her diaper began to turn into jolteons to signal that she had made a mess of her diaper. The feature was great for new mothers, but they only added to Ayumi’s shame as she began to feel that familiar warm, wet feeling against her front, the puffs of absorbent material swelling outward as she began to pee herself directly in front of this stranger. Ayumi began to feel the hot burn of tears behind her eyes, and she let them fall, soaking her hands like she was soaking her diaper, and generally feeling very hot and wet and slippery as a result. This was terrible. Of course, the other party was feeling something as well, but it wasn't necessarily shaming. The stylish girl’s name was Dawn, and she was a fellow pokemon enthusiast with her own share of secrets. Watching the strange girl wet herself in front of her, though, was something that she had never seen before, and she doubted she ever would again. But on top of that, she was speechless for another reason: she was a kind girl, and she didn’t want to say anything to exacerbate the other girl’s shame. Instead, she sat there and watched her diaper fill up, the slight yellow tint of pee to the ballooning swell of the padding, and opened her mouth and closed it a few times. There was really nothing she could say without waiting politely for the other girl to finish what she was doing first. When the quiet sound of water trickling had stopped, and the ballooning of the diaper had reached its peak and was now beginning to sag between her legs, Dawn got up from where she’d fallen as well and extended a hand to this poor other girl. “Hey, it happens,” said Dawn, trying to be supportive. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say a thing -- ” And then, in the next moment, the wind picked up again. Dawn, who was wearing a very short pink skirt, felt the breeze blow it up and into her top, exposing her own padded white garment. It had a Piplup displayed proudly between her thighs, and she gasped as she tried to push her skirt right back down again, at least to cover the Piplup. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful for a few seconds, and she noticed that the other girl was suddenly looking at Dawn’s diaper and at Dawn with round, tear-filled eyes. Dawn turned bright red and finally secured her skirt, but she had to stop for a moment, looking down at the unfamiliar girl and her filled diaper. It was almost mesmerizing, to be honest. The other girl was extremely cute, probably from someplace in the countryside given the plain makeup of her outfit, but what really caught Dawn’s attention was the almost seductive curve of the diaper between her legs. It was just so round and soft-looking, and she felt something stir inside of her at the thought of that warm wetness, her own thighs rubbing together in a strangely compelling way. Wait, what was she saying! What was she thinking! She shook her head quickly and pulled the other girl up into her arms, and gave her a tight, reassuring hug. She murmured words of comfort and friendship into the other girl’s ear, being gentle with the now full diaper she felt trapped between their bodies, and only pulled back when she felt the quiet sobs and shaking of the other girl begin to slow. Eventually, she pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and offered it to the other girl with a small smile, nodding at her encouragingly. That was it, she shouldn’t cry, nobody was hurt. No harm is done. And knowing that they were both wearing the same kind of thing also helped, though Dawn didn’t say this out loud. She knew it helped her, though. Dawn asked her if she needed any help getting cleaned up, that same stirring in her body, and the girl shook her head. “I can do that later when I get to the Pokemon Center,” she explained. “I need to go find out how to get to someplace, and then I can relax and clean myself up.” Dawn nodded, although she was curious about what the girl wanted to do in Kalos. She almost assumed it was because of the sundial in Anistar City, but she didn’t want to be rude. Maybe she had family here? Or she wanted to see the pokemon that were in the area? They weren’t exactly walking off the beaten path, but Dawn was pretty sure she could help with any and all of those things. Instead of saying all of that, though, she just agreed to help the girl find the Pokemon Center, and they set off together down the trail. “So, what’s your name? Where are you from?” asked Dawn, trying to keep the mood light. She knew from past experience that wearing a wet diaper wasn’t fun, and the wetness was going to make walking uncomfortable. Distractions were good, especially when she herself couldn’t stop thinking about the girl’s diaper. “Ayumi,” said the girl, still sniffling. She had since taken Dawn’s handkerchief and was dabbing delicately around her eyes. “I’m from Kanto. Pallet Town.” “Ayumi, huh?” Dawn nodded, smiling. “Nice to meet you! I’m from Twinleaf Town myself, in Sinnoh. My name is Dawn.” “Nice to meet you, Dawn,” said Ayumi, though her voice had become painfully shy under the cheerful demeanor she put on. She was still embarrassed. “So, you’re not from here, either.” “Nope,” admitted Dawn. “But exploring it is really fun, don’t you think?” “I don’t know, I just got here, actually,” said Ayumi, laughing awkwardly. “I’m glad I found someone like you to help show me the way.” “Oh, exciting,” said Dawn, beginning to talk about all of the amazing parts of Kalos. On their way, they passed a woman that was taller and somewhat slimmer than the two of them, and she glanced at the slowly warming dynamic between the two as they talked and laughed. She wore her very long, dark brown hair in two large sock buns above her ears, longer locks of them hanging loose to her waist and shorter locks framing her face. She was uncommonly pretty, with large, dark blue eyes like the sea, and with skin so pale and peachy it looked like she’d almost never seen the sun except for that little bit of color she held. And she was stylish as well. She drew Dawn’s and Ayumi’s eyes for that reason to start because she was dressed so nicely, starting with the pink and white visor on her slender brow. Under that, a salmon pink tank top was tied at the back of her neck with a floppy bow. Over that, she’d chosen to wear a white quarter length top, its lines hugging her body, and with sleeves that were a beautiful ice blue. In the center of the white was a salmon pink semi-Poké Ball that overlaid her modest chest. On the bottom, she wore mustard yellow shorts that were flared, with frills enough to decorate a modest evening dress. Down her long, peachy legs, a set of salmon pink socks helped to complete the look, and it ended with a pair of hi-top shoes that were an icy blue and white with the same mustard color of her shorts being echoed in the laces. Her accessory, as stylish as the rest of her, was a large salmon pink and white handbag, its strap black and hanging off of her shoulder in a very cool and casual manner. Ayumi would have probably been content to note how good she looked in her outfit, but she noticed something just a little curious about what she could see under the shorts if she looked closely enough. Slowing Dawn down in the middle of her talk, Ayumi watched as something smooth and white was revealed to her, and she could see that it was padded. Even more, intrigued, she almost asked Dawn if they could turn back to see what the girl was doing, but soon enough they were walking through the sliding doors of the Pokemon Center and she lost her chance. Nurse Joy, as that was what her name tag called her, was cheerfully manning the front desk. Dawn and Ayumi walked up to her in more of a rush than they probably needed to, but they had made it pretty clear that Ayumi needed help. More tears rushed to her eyes at the sight of someone who could help her with her little problem, and Dawn explained the situation to Nurse Joy, who put a hand to her mouth and nodded solemnly. “Well, of course, I can help with that,” she said in a sweet, motherly voice. “Come with me, Ayumi. I’ll make sure you get a change and that you’re all clean again.” And Ayumi, nodding gratefully at both her and at Dawn, and followed her into another room. Dawn called after her that she would be waiting just in case Ayumi needed any other help. Dawn, now alone, thought about why she was waiting at all. Of course, she wanted to help a fellow enthusiast, but was that all there was to it? She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her bladder slowly filling up itself. Wetting wasn’t really something she needed to do here, as it was the Pokemon Center and she could use any of its restrooms. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ayumi’s diaper, and the interest and pull she felt toward it. She wanted to see more of it. Hopefully, traveling with Ayumi herself would give Dawn another chance to look at it, even if the thought itself was super embarrassing. She felt her bladder nudging her insistently once more. She really needed to piddle. There was a restroom very nearby, just a few steps away, really, but the more she thought of Ayumi’s diaper the more she felt like sitting right where she was. Trapped by her own interest and desires, Dawn blushed hard as she felt the rush of fluid coming out of her body, and her own diaper began to balloon outward, swelling with liquid and that same yellow tint from before. The warmth and the wetness had made it clear that she had now wet herself as well.
  19. Papergami

    Nessa's special move

    From the album: My Art

    "But there's no Z moves in Galar..." "Shut up! I want to pee, OK!?"
  20. From the album: My Art

    The island challenge is a hard road for pokémon trainers. Sometimes they spend hours crossing routes, caves, mountains, before they can get to rest at a pokémon center. They can at least be cured with items on the way, but their trainer doesn't have portable toilets... he should also make a constant fight, but against his bladder... especially considering that Alola is hot and should be hydrated constantly.
  21. Dimwitrolo

    female Misty and Caterpie

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Misty's so scared by Caterpie that she has to do laundry. See? Not everything I draw is Scarlett. If you want to see Misty doing this in the nude, consider throwing some money at my Patreon.
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