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  1. Munio

    2019100801 - Forgiving

    From the album: Munio 2019

    © 2019 Munio

  2. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Sad Wet Tails

  3. “Hmmm?” For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above. Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger, and that was to check on the bed’s other occupant. As quietly and smoothly as she could, she propped herself up and took a look at him, her dragon eyes working just as well as they did in broad daylight. Shouta, her sweet little master of sorts, lied fast asleep as she expected. Clad in his green pajamas, his chest gently rose and fell with each silent breath. His left hand lied next to his head in a half-closed fist while his right arm rested on his stomach. Lucoa sighed wistfully as she gazed at the dozing child. He looked so adorable with his face at total ease, a rare sight for her despite how much time they spent together. On the other hand, she also noticed that his body was uncovered all the way down to his socks. He must have tossed the blanket off him in his sleep, she surmised. That was just no good. It was a rather frigid night, and those thin PJ’s wouldn’t do much against the chilly air. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to catch a cold overnight. Her first thought was to cuddle up and share her plentiful body heat, but she quickly dismissed it. The last time she tried that, Shouta complained about nearly suffocating underneath her “giant demon orbs” as he called them. That left the other option of pulling the covers over him and maybe nudging a little closer to him just in case. She slowly reached her hand over and grabbed the blanket, intending to do just that. “Num-hmm-hmm…” Lucoa froze up as Shouta mumbled suddenly. Had she stirred him awake by accident? She watched over him, looking for any signs that he would wake soon. Shouta fidgeted a little and kept muttering, his face tensing up in discomfort, but his eyes did not open. Lucoa frowned at the sight. The poor kid must be having a bad dream. She would have to do something about that. With a quick wave of her hand, a magic circle appeared, sending a soft light around Shouta’s head. The magic dispelled the nightmare, and he soon returned to a peaceful snooze. Satisfied with her work, Lucoa went to put the blanket back on him, but she stopped again. A very quiet noise, one that she would not have heard if not for her draconic senses, emanated from Shouta. If she didn’t know any better, it sounded like water hitting fabric, but the only way that would be possible at this time was if… “Oh dear.” A quick look down was all it took to confirm her worry. A wet patch had formed on Shouta’s pants and grew bigger by the second. It soon spread to between his legs and onto the mattress, growing into a pool around his bottom. Before long, urine was visibly breaking the cotton barrier, amplifying the sound of whizzing. As a neutrally-aligned dragon, Lucoa did not meddle in human affairs, but she had picked up on a few of their quirks. For instance, humans had the peculiar behavior of being embarrassed and ashamed about removing waste from their bodies, only doing so in designated places closed off from others. Should they end up voiding in their clothing, they tended to get very upset. At least, that’s what she gleamed from watching TV with Shouta. She could not imagine him being any different. It was such a strange sight to her, seeing him wet the bed yet not showing the slightest care on his face. The poor boy must have no idea what was happening, just the feeling of something discomforting slowly going away and relaxing him back into a deep sleep. Of course, that would no doubt change the instant he woke up and felt the cold, smelly liquid drenching his PJ’s. She was not about to let that happen. As soon as he finished his business, she would cast another spell that would remove all traces of urine, making it appear as if an accident never happened. She had to wait a while before that could happen, though. Shouta must have had something to drink and forgotten to pee before bed, it was the only way to explain how long his wetting was taking. By the time the sound of peeing came to a stop, the front of his pants were thoroughly soaked, and the back was likely not any better. But the more she watched Shouta relieve himself, the more Lucoa became aware of a tingling between her legs as well. Maybe it was the just of watching someone else go, or maybe it was the culprit for waking her up in the first place, but she wouldn’t mind having a potty break herself now. Unfortunately, she did not find getting up to use the toilet a good idea. Her movements might wake Shouta, who would probably cry his eyes out upon realizing he wet the bed. That could be solved simply by cleaning the mattress before she got out, but it was a convenient excuse. In truth, she was feeling rather lazy, the warmth of the bed a little too enticing to leave its embrace. Still, she needed to rid herself of that pesky pressure before she could get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. The simple solution was to magically remove the urine in her at the same time as she did Shouta’s, but then she thought of another idea. A far cheekier one. As a dragon, the concept of wetting oneself was still a foreign one to her. The only time she could recall that happening to her was when she was slipped with that tainted alcohol, and all she could recall was waking up in wet scales. It was a surprising moment, though not entirely unpleasant, at least compared to the other consequences of her drunken night. Taking one last look at Shouta, Lucoa lowered herself back into bed and snuggled into the covers. Her urine pressed against her bladder begging for release, but she no longer resisted it. She was going to satisfy her curiosity and see what the fuss of peeing herself was like. “Oh!” Lucoa gasped as the first bit of pee slipped out and hit the scales masquerading as her panties, the only thing she wore below her shirt. It felt so… warm, and the way it made her pseudo-undies cling to her privates only doubled that sensation. It was a strange sensation to be sure, but not a very uncomfortable one. She did not see the fuss behind having an accident just yet. It was time to open the floodgates. The dragon went from passively allowing pee to leave her to actively forcing it out, and the effect was instant. The room filled with a loud hissing noise as an amount of urine greater than any human could produce gushed from between her legs. In no time at all, her legs were soaked as well as the mattress below and blankets above. Drops of it soon ran down the mattress’ side, spreading the puddle onto the floor. The wet warm feelings running all over her lower body sent a medley of strange signals to the dragon’s brain, leaving her unsure what to think of her wetting. It was uncomfortable, and she definitely would not want to go back to sleep like this for sure. On the other hand, it also felt oddly relaxing, being able to just relax and let go without leaving the comfort of the bed. She wouldn’t mind doing this again, though she would need to do something about the pee getting everywhere. Even though Lucoa did not consider herself bursting to go, her wetting took far longer than Shouta’s. It was only after about five minutes that her stream began to taper off, the hissing dying down to a piddle. The mattress had been completely soaked through on her side, and the puddle on the floor reached out so far, it looked as if someone dumped a ten-gallon container’s worth of urine. Yet through all that, Lucoa kept one eye on Shouta the entire time, and not once did he stir in his sleep. She never figured him to be such a heavy sleeper. Maybe her magic to dispel the nightmare was a little stronger than she meant. She also had to wonder if his parents had heard her accident in the next room over. Then again, they never said anything on the night Shouta woke up screaming because he found out he was groping her by accident. Maybe the whole family was full of heavy sleepers. But as she looked at Shouta, Lucoa fell into a peaceful state despite the massive amount of pee in the room. “Even in your sleep, you still come up with great ideas.” Shouta groaned as a ray of sunlight reached his eyes, bringing him out of his slumber. He did not open them just yet, instead choosing to turn his head away and hope that Lucoa’s world-class qualities were not right in front of him. While he lied there, memories of his last dream gradually returned to him. He had been in front of his cauldron performing a summoning spell when Lucoa jumped out without a shred of clothing on, just like their first meeting. That was bad enough on its own, but then the cauldron started spewing water everywhere, quickly flooding the room and knocking him over in surprise. The feeling of wetness as the water reached his legs was so strong, it was almost like… Oh no! Shouta felt a cold sweat coming on. He really couldn’t have, could he? It had been so long since the last time it happened, well before summoning Lucoa. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall using the bathroom before he went to bed, and that almost always spelled trouble for him. He really did not want to, but Shouta lowered a hand to check his pants for a wet patch. He had no idea what he was going to do if Lucoa found about this. Taking a gulp, he gave his crotch a couple pats, fully expecting the worst. “Huh?” Dry as a bone. Any other time, this would bring relief to Shouta, but now it only brought confusion. That dream felt so real, he was certain something had to have come out. He needed to take a close look to be sure. Carefully opening his eyes, Shouta found that he was the only one in bed. He wondered where Lucoa could have gone for a moment, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the covers off of him and sat up, the sun coming through the window giving him enough to see. Nothing. Not a single drop of pee anywhere. The panic and dread began to die down in Shouta, though the confusion remained. If he hadn’t wet the bed, then where did that sensation come from? “Oh.” That’s when he felt it, that familiar pressure that often got him out of bed in the mornings. All that urine he worried about leaking out was still inside him, and boy, did it want out now. Shouta wondered if that dream he had was his body’s way of waking him up before he could wet the bed, but he would dwell on that as soon as his bladder was empty. With no Lucoa to worry about, Shouta climbed out of bed, feeling the full weight of his bladder as he walked out of his bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom, thankfully unoccupied. Closing the door, he lifted up the toilet seat and pulled down the front of his jammie pants. He then took aim and relaxed his holding muscles. A trickle of tinkle soon came out of him and arced into the toilet, making a satisfying splashing noise that could be heard outside the bathroom. Seeing that his aim was spot-on, Shouta looked straight ahead and breathed out in contentment. It seemed like he had outgrown his bed-wetting just like his mom said he would. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out, especially not Lucoa. With that in mind, Shouta’s mind remained at ease as his morning pee slowly came to an end, bringing his hips forward to compensate for his weakening stream. A slight shiver ran through him while he forced out the last few spurts and shook out any remaining drops. In all, his pee took maybe twenty seconds, which he found a little odd. He normally went for a good deal longer in the mornings. Perhaps he hadn’t had as much to drink yesterday as he thought. Shouta shrugged and flushed the toilet, sending the yellowed water off to who knows where. He had bigger things to focus on today. “Good morning, Shouta!” Two of those bigger things were right in front of him. “L-L-Lucoa!?” Shouta jumped back at the dragon lady next to him. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked with a smile. “H-h-how long have you been standing there!?” Lucoa put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, about shortly after you came in. Why do you ask?” “You did? B-but that means…” Shouta’s eyes grew big as saucers as it dawned on him. “Shouta, are you okay?” Lucoa turned her head. “Aaaaaaaah!” Faster than even a divine dragon could imagine, Shouta ran between Lucoa’s legs and out the bathroom door. The whole house was then filled with the sound of him screaming “The succubus is watching me pee!” All the while, Lucoa stood there with a puzzled look. She had followed the human custom of waiting until somebody was finished relieving themselves before speaking to them. Why he still got upset was simply beyond her. But as she stood there, another thought crossed her mind, and an important one at that. She turned around and leaned out the bathroom door, shouting as loud as Shouta did. “Shouta, don’t forget to wash your hands!”
  4. Making Gold in the Golden Country Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna ~ The Golden Country fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) Sadness. It seemed like no matter where Mikhail went, it was always hanging in the back of his mind. The sights he saw in his travels hadn’t helped; if there wasn’t a village burned to cinders by roaming bandits, it was leveled completely by an aegis hell-bent on Alrest’s destruction. Even here in the comparatively-untouched Aletta region of Torna, there was a noticeable tension in the air. The army stationed here in the harbor, all personally hand-picked by Prince Addam himself, seemed too focused on the looming war ahead to find reasons to relax and smile. But then there was the party that the boy found himself traveling with. They were set on defeating Malos, a task that sounded impossible, yet they still laughed and chatted like everything was fine. He didn’t know if they were brave, or just idiots. Still, with their strength, they were probably the best group to be with in the middle of all the chaos. “Oi, Mik! You coming?” Mikhail looked over to Milton, the Gormotti boy who called him. Even this early in the morning, before most of the army had gotten up, Milton was bright-eyed, perky-eared, and smiling. Mik had no clue where that energy came from, but it was still better than being a sad grump, he supposed. “Yeah, I’m coming,” Mikhail replied. He let out a yawn as he walked through the camp. “You sleep well there?” asked Milton. “Guess so.” Mik rubbed a bit of sleep out of his eye. “I don’t get why we had to sleep in a tent. Addam has a big house right there.” He looked up to the manor that loomed over the camp, proof of his success and status on the Tornan titan. “There’s already loads of people sleepin’ in there,” said Milton. “Mostly kids and sick or hurt folk. You can’t walk two steps without bumpin’ into someone.” “I mean, we’re kids, too.” “You saying you can’t handle a little camping out, Mik?” Milton had a playful smile. “N-Not what I meant!” Mik shook his head. As mature as he may have been, he was still just a kid. “Heh heh, well, I don’t mind it myself,” continued Milton. “I’ve gotten used to camping outside since I met Addam. Sometimes, we’re out in the fields so long, I almost forget what a bed feels like.” Mik sighed. “Must be really tiring following a guy like him around all the time.” “Sure is, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in all of Alrest.” “Really?” Mikhail looked at Milton and saw the contentment in his eyes. “You sure put a lot of faith in him.” Milton stopped and turned to him just as they went underneath the arch of a stone gateway. “Well, why wouldn’t I? If you saw the things he’s done like I have, you would think he can do anything, too!” “Anything… You mean like stop Malos?” Milton looked Mikhail right in the eyes and raised a confident fist. “If anyone in Alrest can stop Malos, it’s Addam. I’d swear my life on it!” Mikhail had to admit, he almost felt convinced just from that. Still, he found it hard to believe. Could a human even as supposedly great as Addam really stand up to something that destroyed an entire titan without breaking a sweat? “If you say so,” said Mikhail with a shrug. “Just stick with us and you’ll see for yourself, I promise.” “Boys, over here!” As if on cue, a strong voice caught the boys’ attention. They turned and saw Addam himself waving them over, an invitation they could not refuse. They jogged up to him and talked. Mikhail could not recall the exact conversation, since it was mostly between Addam and Milton. It was the usual pleasantries and whatnot, phrases like “stiff upper lip” were said, whatever they meant. Before long, they were joined by the rest of their group: Lora, Jin, Haze, Mythra, and Brighid. The other two, Hugo and Aegeaon, were off elsewhere on official Ardainian business. Some things just couldn’t wait even with the whole world at stake, Mik supposed. “Right, hope everyone slept well, because we have a big day ahead of us,” declared Addam with his usual go-getter smile. “Like I said last night, our main priority today is gathering food to help relieve the current shortage.” “Errand boy duty again. Can’t hardly wait,” said Mythra, crossing her arms and looking away. “Sorry if it’s not the most glamourous task in the world,” continued Addam, “But this is war. We have a responsibility to the people fighting under us.” “I’m okay with it,” chimed in Lora, “Jin and I both know what it’s like to have to go hungry. If I can keep that from happening to others, I’m happy enough.” Jin punctuated this with a nod. “With His Majesty gone and the bridge to the capital out, we may as well do all that we can for the militia here,” said Brighid, her voice elegant as always. “Fine,” shrugged Mythra, “Someone’s gotta look after you all out there, I guess.” “Besides,” Milton looked at Mythra, “It wouldn’t look good if the Aegis herself is just sittin’ around letting her bum get fatter.” Mythra turned to him with a glare. “And what are you doing staring at my butt?” “Can’t help it, you know. I have to make sure I don’t run into it and suffocate by accident.” Milton could hardly keep himself from cracking up at his own jokes. “E-Excuse me!?” Mythra’s cheeks turned red, her expression a mix of shock and anger. “Look out!” Milton already started running away, smiling all the while. “Don’t let the Aegis sit on you! You’ll wish for Malos to shoot you dead!” “Y-You are so dead!” yelled Mythra, giving chase. “Get back here, you little perv!” “Wait, Mythra!” called Addam, but his voice fell on deaf ears. The rest of the group stood back and watched the silliness taking place. Lora and Haze put a hand over their mouths to hide their giggling, while Jin and Brighid both shook their heads. Mikhail merely put his hands behind his head and sighed. Just another morning with these people, he thought to himself. Still, he couldn’t say he hated the silliness. At least it was something to distract from all the misery around them. Soon enough, they’d be getting right back to work, and he would follow them around the world as always. Today hopefully wouldn’t be too tiring, though. It was just gathering food; how bad could that be? “Nngh…” Mik couldn’t help but groan a bit while he rooted through another patch of weeds in Aletta’s overgrown fields. He had plenty of reasons to voice his displeasure. Gathering food had turned out to be a tedious task; he and Milton couldn’t help with hunting the wild animals in the region, so they were stuck with hanging back and searching for edible plants. That was also easier said than done, as the particular fruit they needed grew underground, with vines that looked only slightly different from the surrounding weeds. After a few hours under the sun, he was ready to be done with this. But most of his grunt came from one nuisance in particular. For much as he had been through in his life, Mikhail was still just a kid, with a bladder capacity to match. A few hours was enough for the pressure to reach the point where he could no longer ignore it. There was no point in putting it off any longer. He would have to let someone know he needed to pee, so they could stand guard while he handled his business. It was a bit demeaning at first, but with all the dangerous people and creatures running amok, the grown-ups made it clear that they couldn’t take any risks with them being on their own. Mikhail grunted as he stood back up, feeling the pressure shifting in his groin. He looked for Jin or Addam to be nearby so he could get this over with. “Having any luck over here?” Instead, he found Milton walking up to him, hands as empty as his. “Not really.” Mik shook his head. “It’s all weeds here.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “Who’d have thought finding food for an army would be so tough, am I right?” “Or take so long…” Mikhail rubbed one leg with the other to soothe his aching muscles and bladder. “You okay?” asked Milton, leaning in and looking concerned. “Mmm, kinda.” At first, Mik thought of not saying anything, but what did he have to hide? They were boys in the middle of nowhere, who really cared about modesty? “I gotta pee,” he told Milton. Milton’s eyes widened a little. “What? It’s not a big deal,” said Mik. “N-no, I know that,” Milton quickly replied. “It’s just that… I know the feeling.” It was then that Mikhail noticed something off about Milton. The boy’s eyes had lost a bit of the carefree brightness behind them. His frown had a bit of strain to it, and his body seemed quite tense as well. It didn’t take a genius or even a grown-up to figure out why. “You too?” Milton nodded. “Been holdin’ onto it since a little after we started. I could really use a wee break myself.” As he spoke, his left leg rubbed over his right. At least I’m not alone, Mikhail thought. He had half-expected Milton to brag about being able to hold it all day, so to hear him admit his need was a little refreshing. That, and they a had better chance of getting a break with two kids asking instead of just him. “Come on, let’s go ask Jin or Addam to watch for us,” said Mikhail, turning and stepping away. “W-Wait, we can’t do that!” Mik stopped in his tracks and turned around, seeing Milton looking even more worried. “Why not?” he asked. “We’d be interrupting their work, that’s why,” said Milton. “We just have to wait for Addam to call a break. He always does at least once or twice in the day.” Mikhail crossed his arms. “That makes no sense. They’re just getting food, I’m sure they can take a couple minutes away from that.” “I know they could…” Milton shook his head. “It’s just, we can’t make ourselves a burden to them.” “And why not?” “Look at it this way,” Milton started, looking over to the adults as they went about gathering food. “We’re just kids, you and me. We can’t do a lick of fighting, so they have to look out for us out here.” “So?” Milton looked at the gang in front of him as they all rooted about in the ground. Lora and Haze compared veggies with a smile, Jin and Addam were off on their own, and Mythra and Brighid were apparently having a contest as to who could look the most annoyed. “So, if they start seeing us as burdens, they might want to leave us behind at a camp while they keep heading towards Malos.” He raised a fist and turned to Mik. “And I don’t want to sit around at a camp while they’re out there. I want to be right with them for the whole thing.” Mik frowned as he watched the others go about. Jin and Lora caught his glance especially, the first two people in a long time that made Mikhail feel like he wasn’t alone in this big, uncaring world. Much like Milton was with Addam, Mik felt the most content being at their side. He didn’t want to be stuck in some camp with people he didn’t know, possibly never to see those two again. But he couldn’t dismiss Milton as being ridiculous, either. Malos was nothing like the monsters and bandits their team had battled thus far. If he was going to prove that he deserved to stay, it would have to be as soon as he could. “Fine, I’ll try to hold it,” Mik relented. “Thanks, Mik.” Milton smiled. “Addam will call for a break soon, I’m sure of it.” “I hope you’re right,” said Mikhail. Already, his bladder felt heavier at his decision, but he tried his best to hide it. If it meant not being separated from his companions, he would do whatever it took. How hard is it to find food for one meal? As the group walked through more weeds to what felt like the twentieth spot to gather ingredients, Mikhail felt thankful that everyone’s attention was elsewhere. That way, he could hang back to hide his stiff walking and occasional hand placed between his legs. But even this provided little comfort to him now. This was the closest he had been to reaching his limit in a long time, and it felt every bit as painful and stressful as one would think. The few glances he took of Milton showed him that he felt the same way. The lad kept biting his lower lip and looking over to any rock, tree, or tall patch of grass, anywhere he could rush over to and hose down before soaking his overalls. This is stupid, Mikhail scolded himself, They’re not stopping anytime soon. Just tell them you gotta go already! Shaking his head, he steeled himself before opening his mouth to say just that. “Wait, look over there!” Lora beat him to breaking the relative silence. Mikhail whimpered a little bit, letting the question die in his throat. Everyone else stopped and turned to where Lora pointed. Not far from them were a handful of birdlike, bipedal monsters, all trying to pull a couple bulky containers along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. “It would seem so,” said Brighid, “But what could they be pulling? Addam’s smile dropped to a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the militia!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora, winding up her braid around her hand. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” asked Mythra as a glow started to form on her circlet. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” spoke Brighid. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the resistance, not less.” The glow faded. “Just a suggestion,” Mythra pouted. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, already stepping forward and unsheathing his nodachi. “Agreed.” Addam pulled his sword out, with the rest of the party following suit. He then turned to Mik and Milton, who both stood up tall and rigid with their hands at their sides. “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, M-Mister Addam, sir!” Milton replied like a private at boot camp. The instant all the grown-ups turned around and left to fight, the boys dropped their brave faces and shoved their hands to their groins. “Ah, that was too close!” Milton bemoaned. Mikhail had to agree, and he didn’t want to risk it any longer. “Come on, now’s our chance!” he said to Milton. “Our what?” Milton raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go while they’re busy fighting! I’m not waiting anymore!” Milton opened his mouth as if to object, but no objection came. Instead, he looked to the group, already in the midst of battle, then back to Mik, then to somewhere in between. “O-Okay, over there!” He nodded towards a small rock wall with an uphill incline next to it. It was a bit of a jog, but it would hide them from view long enough to do what they needed to do. It might have been against Addam’s orders, but with a chance for relief so close, Mikhail wasn’t complaining. “Then let’s go!” he declared, rushing off at once. The run to the spot took only a few seconds, but each one felt like minutes to Mik and Milton. Knowing that they would finally be peeing in a few seconds made both of their bladders subconsciously prepare to empty. By the time they reached the wall, they were both squirming with their hands crammed between their legs. “Ooh, I can’t wait!” said Milton while fumbling with the zipper at the crotch of his overalls. “I feel like I could explode!” “Me too!” Mikhail said. He was quite happy that his clothes were simple to get out of the way. Just pull his pants down a little, lift up the shirt, take aim, and- “Reeeee!” A shriek from above shoved all thoughts of peeing out of each boy’s head. They jumped back and went wide-eyed with panic at the sight of three tirkins standing on the rocks above them, each with a weapon drawn. “Ah, run!” yelled Milton, zipping his overalls back up while Mikhail flipped his tunic down. It was already too late. The tirkins leapt down, one landing in front of the boys and the other two at the sides. Just like that, they were surrounded with no escape. With their bodies trembling out of fear instead of a need to pee, the boys backed up on instinct until they hit the stone wall, the monsters creeping in all the while. “W-What do you want with us?” Mikhail tried to stand up tall and put on a brave face, though there was no hiding the quiver in his voice. “We don’t have anything you can take.” “Rah! No take, only hurt!” yelled the tirkin in front. “But w-why hurt us?” stammered Milton. “Your friends hurt tirkin friends! We hurt you now!” It stepped forward with a spear pointed forward, it’s comrades doing the same. Mikhail could only look at the tip of the crude spear as it inched closer to him. Was this really how he was going to die? Killed by a random monster just because he chose peeing over staying safe? And not long after he found people he actually liked in this world, too. Oh well, he supposed, if he had to go, it probably wasn’t the worst way. His only regret was that someone else would be dying right next to him. But just before the spear could reach them, a sharp, chilling wind sliced through the air. The spear’s tip shattered from the handle, and the tirkin fell backwards onto its bottom with a yelp. “Wha!? Who turn down temperature!?” yelled another monster. A crack from a fiery braid across the face helped warm it back up. “What happening!?” The third tirkin managed to cry out before a gust of wind blew it back, sending it tumbling through the grass. It all happened so fast, Mikhail wasn’t sure that it was actually happening at first. However, the sight of Jin, Lora, and Haze rushing up and putting themselves in front of the beasts. Rescue had come, and he could not be happier for it. “If you value your lives, you will flee and not attack us again,” declared Jin in a combat stance. As the tirkin collected themselves, they took the warning to heart and ran with their tails between her legs. “Tirkin not forget this!” the lead one yelled as he ran the fastest. Once they were out of sight, the adults put their weapons away and turned to the kids. Haze and Lora came up to them and Lora asked, “Are you alright?” “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail, avoiding eye contact. It wasn’t entirely truthful; he may have been unhurt, but he was quickly remembering the reason he came here, and how little time he had left before the pressure finally overwhelmed him. “I’m glad to hear that,” came Addam’s voice as he walked up with the rest of the crew in tow. He crossed his arms and cast a set of stern parental eyes on them. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton tried to speak with a clear tension on his face. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” Mikhail’s outburst brought open mouths and wide eyes to the whole group. He was far past caring about that, however, as he squeezed his legs together and hunched over without shame. He could endure this little embarrassment if it meant not pissing himself right there. “It’s true!” said Milton next to him, grabbing his groin and putting one knee in front of the other. “We were just gonna pop off real quick, but then those monsters jumped us and-” “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up, and the boys fell silent, though they still squirmed in place. He turned to the others and said, “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” “Er, good idea,” said Lora, scratching her cheek while she headed off. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Jin as he followed behind. While the rest of them dispersed, Addam turned to the boys as he walked away. “I’ll be nearby if you need me,” he said before disappearing behind the rock. “Th-Thank you, Mister Addam!” Milton said while fumbling with his zipper again. Mik had nothing more to add, so he went right to lifting up his tunic and loosening his pants. He had precious few seconds before it would come shooting out, and he wasn’t wasting them. Before long, both boys were facing the rock wall, their pants undone and privates aimed forward. It was there that Mikhail realized how close they stood next to each other, letting the open air mingle with places it normally didn’t. The awkwardness spread downwards, halting his stream from starting for a couple extra seconds, and judging by the lack of peeing from Milton, his friend probably felt the same way. But before he could take a step away, the moment passed, and two golden trickles spilled out onto the ground, both building into a steady and powerful stream that trailed up the rock until it reached a height halfway between the boys’ knees and hips. A noisy splatter reached their ears as their pee hit full power, both of them letting it fly without shame. It didn’t take long for the dirt at the base to become saturated with pee, and a puddle grew out, stopping short of their shoes. At first, neither Mikhail nor Milton could think of anything but how glad they were to finally relieve their overfilled bladders. Milton was more vocal with his relief, letting out a long, loud moan and lifting his head up, his ears leaning back as if an invisible hand was patting him. Mikhail only closed his eyes and sighed, but he was smiling all the way on the inside. All that struggling had built up to this nice release, and he was content to stand there and ride it all the way out in peace. “Huh, would you look at that?” Milton’s words made Mik open his eyes. He first turned to his friend, then followed his gaze down at where their piddle struck the rock. He, too, found himself mesmerized by what he saw: with the sun hitting this side of the rock, the parts of the wall covered in their urine gained an odd gleam, not quite like a valuable mineral, but still satisfying to look at in a weird way. As Mik looked on, something inside stirred him to move, perhaps out of his boyish instinct. He turned his hips left and right, coating more of the wall and making a bigger shiny area. Seeing it grow bigger with his own pee felt strangely pleasing, motivating him to keep covering more and more. “Gonna paint the whole rock there?” Until Milton reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Suddenly, Mikhail became quite shy, bringing his sway to a complete stop. Great, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo now. “It works better if you start up higher, like this!” Out of the corner of his eye, Mikhail noticed Milton’s stream going upwards. He couldn’t resist looking over and finding out why. Milton had leaned back a bit and lifted his boyhood, the arc now rising above his stomach. True to his word, his part of the rock was coated quicker, with the urine covering the gaps as it ran down. Guess he’s a weirdo, too, Mik thought as he looked at Milton’s unashamed grin while he played with his pee. Still, he couldn’t blame the kid; in the short time he had known Milton, he had seen how he wanted to keep things fun, even in such dark times. It reminded him a bit of Lora, always smiling and optimistic no matter what. In any case, Milton wasn’t bothered with a little pee play, so Mikhail decided he may as well join back in. Leaning back just like him, Mik pointed his privates up, raising his stream’s trajectory and hitting the wall above stomach-height. Chuckles followed as the two went about marking the rock as best they could. It was a small respite from their tough life, and they would enjoy it while it lasted. Not much longer, and both boys reached the end of their pee, the streams hitting lower until they fell onto the ground, then stopping off after a couple last spurts. They each shook out the remaining drops, then tucked themselves back into their clothes, modest again. “I think we did a fine job, wouldn’t you say?” said Milton as he admired their work. At the end, just about every part of the wall they could reach was covered up to belly-height. The shine made the rock look practically radiant in the sun now. Mik paid little mind to it, however. With his bladder empty, he was free to think of other stuff again, and they weren’t happy thoughts. He had embarrassed himself in front of the whole group. Even if he hadn’t actually wet himself, it was more reason for them to think of him as a burden. He let out a small grunt in frustration at his failure. “I know the feeling,” he heard Milton say next to him. The boy’s goofy smile had gone, weighed down by the same facts that Mikhail had realized. “I guess we have some explaining to do now.” “Let’s just get this over with,” said Mikhail. The boys left their “art” behind, Mik leading the way. As they rounded the corner, neither of them could look Addam in the eyes when he turned around, even with his gentle smile and understanding eyes. “You boys alright? You look rather glum for someone who just avoided hosing their trousers,” said Addam. “W-We’re fine, Mister Addam,” said Milton, “But we’re awful sorry for running off like that. We just couldn’t hold it any longer.” Addam shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Milton. I’m mostly the one to blame for this mishap. We had gotten into a rhythm, and I had forgotten about pacing ourselves with a break.” He then rubbed his chin and said, “But still, if it was that bad, you could have piped up about it. We would have kept an eye for you both, you know.” “Aye, we know.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “But it’s just… well, you see…” “We didn’t want to be burdens.” Much like Mikhail’s previous outburst, this brought another confused look from Addam. “Burdens? What do you mean?” he asked. Milton sighed. “We just wanted to show we could still hang in there with you all, and that you wouldn’t have to… leave us behind before we got close to Malos.” Mikhail could see Milton’s body deflate more as he uttered those words, so much so that it weighed him down as well. Even when sold as a slave, he could scarcely recall a moment where he felt more pathetic than this. “I must admit, I’m still perplexed by this,” said Addam, rubbing her chin. “Where in Alrest did you get the idea that we thought you both as burdensome?” Both boys looked up almost as dumbfounded as Addam was. “M-Mister Addam?” mumbled Milton. “Milton, you’ve been with me for, what is it, three years now? Surely, you would know better than that,” said Addam with a patient smile. “We have to keep an extra eye out for you both, sure, but we do so because we want to, not because we have to.” Mikhail had to blink a couple times before responding. “You mean you actually want us around?” “Of course we do!” came Lora’s voice, getting the three’s attention. They found that she wasn’t alone, either; the rest of the gang followed behind her, their focus on the boys giving them more reason to blush. “You don’t have to fight monsters to help out,” said Haze. “Just by walking and laughing and smiling with us, you’re reminding us of why we’re fighting in the first place.” “That, and if we were gonna ditch you guys, I’m sure it would’ve already happened,” Mythra added. “Mythra,” said Addam like a parent chastising their child. “What?” Mythra crossed her arms. “I’m just trying to help and stuff.” Mikhail had to lower his head to hide the blush growing on his cheeks. People actually wanted him, not just as cheap slave labor, but as a companion. It was a foreign feeling, and he didn’t fully know what to make of the emotions stirring within. But he at least had to do one thing. Lifting his head up, Mikhail looked right at the group. “Th-” “Thanks a bunch, you guys!” It was Milton’s turn to interrupt. Stepping forward and showing his reddened face, he went on without shame. “We’ll make this up to you all somehow. We’ll…” his eyes drifted about for a moment. “We’ll do the cooking tonight! With all the stuff we’ve been gathering today!” Mikhail realized his mouth was still open, so he closed it. “Y-Yeah, what he said,” he added. He put it better than I could’ve, anyway. “Ha ha, I look forward to whatever you whip up!” Addam said, placing a hand on Milton’s shoulder. In response, the lad closed his eyes and smiled, looking like a kitten enjoying a good petting. “Great,” said Mythra, bringing the moment to an end. “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” “With pleasure!” Haze declared, grabbing onto Lora’s arm. “Er, right…” Lora gained a blush. “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” “If... I must,” said an expressionless Brighid. As the trio departed, with Lora and Haze having a certain tension to their walk, Mythra scoffed and turned around. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” The men stared with open mouths and raised eyebrows as Mythra walked away. “Now what could be her problem?” Milton wondered aloud. Mikhail shrugged and glanced away, turning his attention to the sky and cloud sea towards the east. He should have felt frustrated and embarrassed after this ordeal, but he didn’t. Instead, he was oddly at peace with everything at the moment. Maybe it was because he didn’t have that painful pressure to worry about now, he wondered. He certainly hadn’t had a whiz like that in a long time. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to share that feeling with before, nor did he have people to look forward to when he was done. Mikhail knew now that this group was one-of-a-kind, and there was nowhere in Alrest he would rather be. Maybe it wouldn’t last, and their world was destined to be destroyed, but he couldn’t dwell on that. For now, all he could do was be content with where he was for as long as it lasted. (A/N: So I guess I can't list myself as "straight" on my profile anymore, can I?)
  5. MasterXploder

    Making Gold in the Golden Country

    With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) Sadness. It seemed like no matter where Mikhail went, it was always hanging in the back of his mind. The sights he saw in his travels hadn’t helped; if there wasn’t a village burned to cinders by roaming bandits, it was leveled completely by an aegis hell-bent on Alrest’s destruction. Even here in the comparatively-untouched Aletta region of Torna, there was a noticeable tension in the air. The army stationed here in the harbor, all personally hand-picked by Prince Addam himself, seemed too focused on the looming war ahead to find reasons to relax and smile. But then there was the party that the boy found himself traveling with. They were set on defeating Malos, a task that sounded impossible, yet they still laughed and chatted like everything was fine. He didn’t know if they were brave, or just idiots. Still, with their strength, they were probably the best group to be with in the middle of all the chaos. “Oi, Mik! You coming?” Mikhail looked over to Milton, the Gormotti boy who called him. Even this early in the morning, before most of the army had gotten up, Milton was bright-eyed, perky-eared, and smiling. Mik had no clue where that energy came from, but it was still better than being a sad grump, he supposed. “Yeah, I’m coming,” Mikhail replied. He let out a yawn as he walked through the camp. “You sleep well there?” asked Milton. “Guess so.” Mik rubbed a bit of sleep out of his eye. “I don’t get why we had to sleep in a tent. Addam has a big house right there.” He looked up to the manor that loomed over the camp, proof of his success and status on the Tornan titan. “There’s already loads of people sleepin’ in there,” said Milton. “Mostly kids and sick or hurt folk. You can’t walk two steps without bumpin’ into someone.” “I mean, we’re kids, too.” “You saying you can’t handle a little camping out, Mik?” Milton had a playful smile. “N-Not what I meant!” Mik shook his head. As mature as he may have been, he was still just a kid. “Heh heh, well, I don’t mind it myself,” continued Milton. “I’ve gotten used to camping outside since I met Addam. Sometimes, we’re out in the fields so long, I almost forget what a bed feels like.” Mik sighed. “Must be really tiring following a guy like him around all the time.” “Sure is, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in all of Alrest.” “Really?” Mikhail looked at Milton and saw the contentment in his eyes. “You sure put a lot of faith in him.” Milton stopped and turned to him just as they went underneath the arch of a stone gateway. “Well, why wouldn’t I? If you saw the things he’s done like I have, you would think he can do anything, too!” “Anything… You mean like stop Malos?” Milton looked Mikhail right in the eyes and raised a confident fist. “If anyone in Alrest can stop Malos, it’s Addam. I’d swear my life on it!” Mikhail had to admit, he almost felt convinced just from that. Still, he found it hard to believe. Could a human even as supposedly great as Addam really stand up to something that destroyed an entire titan without breaking a sweat? “If you say so,” said Mikhail with a shrug. “Just stick with us and you’ll see for yourself, I promise.” “Boys, over here!” As if on cue, a strong voice caught the boys’ attention. They turned and saw Addam himself waving them over, an invitation they could not refuse. They jogged up to him and talked. Mikhail could not recall the exact conversation, since it was mostly between Addam and Milton. It was the usual pleasantries and whatnot, phrases like “stiff upper lip” were said, whatever they meant. Before long, they were joined by the rest of their group: Lora, Jin, Haze, Mythra, and Brighid. The other two, Hugo and Aegeaon, were off elsewhere on official Ardainian business. Some things just couldn’t wait even with the whole world at stake, Mik supposed. “Right, hope everyone slept well, because we have a big day ahead of us,” declared Addam with his usual go-getter smile. “Like I said last night, our main priority today is gathering food to help relieve the current shortage.” “Errand boy duty again. Can’t hardly wait,” said Mythra, crossing her arms and looking away. “Sorry if it’s not the most glamourous task in the world,” continued Addam, “But this is war. We have a responsibility to the people fighting under us.” “I’m okay with it,” chimed in Lora, “Jin and I both know what it’s like to have to go hungry. If I can keep that from happening to others, I’m happy enough.” Jin punctuated this with a nod. “With His Majesty gone and the bridge to the capital out, we may as well do all that we can for the militia here,” said Brighid, her voice elegant as always. “Fine,” shrugged Mythra, “Someone’s gotta look after you all out there, I guess.” “Besides,” Milton looked at Mythra, “It wouldn’t look good if the Aegis herself is just sittin’ around letting her bum get fatter.” Mythra turned to him with a glare. “And what are you doing staring at my butt?” “Can’t help it, you know. I have to make sure I don’t run into it and suffocate by accident.” Milton could hardly keep himself from cracking up at his own jokes. “E-Excuse me!?” Mythra’s cheeks turned red, her expression a mix of shock and anger. “Look out!” Milton already started running away, smiling all the while. “Don’t let the Aegis sit on you! You’ll wish for Malos to shoot you dead!” “Y-You are so dead!” yelled Mythra, giving chase. “Get back here, you little perv!” “Wait, Mythra!” called Addam, but his voice fell on deaf ears. The rest of the group stood back and watched the silliness taking place. Lora and Haze put a hand over their mouths to hide their giggling, while Jin and Brighid both shook their heads. Mikhail merely put his hands behind his head and sighed. Just another morning with these people, he thought to himself. Still, he couldn’t say he hated the silliness. At least it was something to distract from all the misery around them. Soon enough, they’d be getting right back to work, and he would follow them around the world as always. Today hopefully wouldn’t be too tiring, though. It was just gathering food; how bad could that be? “Nngh…” Mik couldn’t help but groan a bit while he rooted through another patch of weeds in Aletta’s overgrown fields. He had plenty of reasons to voice his displeasure. Gathering food had turned out to be a tedious task; he and Milton couldn’t help with hunting the wild animals in the region, so they were stuck with hanging back and searching for edible plants. That was also easier said than done, as the particular fruit they needed grew underground, with vines that looked only slightly different from the surrounding weeds. After a few hours under the sun, he was ready to be done with this. But most of his grunt came from one nuisance in particular. For much as he had been through in his life, Mikhail was still just a kid, with a bladder capacity to match. A few hours was enough for the pressure to reach the point where he could no longer ignore it. There was no point in putting it off any longer. He would have to let someone know he needed to pee, so they could stand guard while he handled his business. It was a bit demeaning at first, but with all the dangerous people and creatures running amok, the grown-ups made it clear that they couldn’t take any risks with them being on their own. Mikhail grunted as he stood back up, feeling the pressure shifting in his groin. He looked for Jin or Addam to be nearby so he could get this over with. “Having any luck over here?” Instead, he found Milton walking up to him, hands as empty as his. “Not really.” Mik shook his head. “It’s all weeds here.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “Who’d have thought finding food for an army would be so tough, am I right?” “Or take so long…” Mikhail rubbed one leg with the other to soothe his aching muscles and bladder. “You okay?” asked Milton, leaning in and looking concerned. “Mmm, kinda.” At first, Mik thought of not saying anything, but what did he have to hide? They were boys in the middle of nowhere, who really cared about modesty? “I gotta pee,” he told Milton. Milton’s eyes widened a little. “What? It’s not a big deal,” said Mik. “N-no, I know that,” Milton quickly replied. “It’s just that… I know the feeling.” It was then that Mikhail noticed something off about Milton. The boy’s eyes had lost a bit of the carefree brightness behind them. His frown had a bit of strain to it, and his body seemed quite tense as well. It didn’t take a genius or even a grown-up to figure out why. “You too?” Milton nodded. “Been holdin’ onto it since a little after we started. I could really use a wee break myself.” As he spoke, his left leg rubbed over his right. At least I’m not alone, Mikhail thought. He had half-expected Milton to brag about being able to hold it all day, so to hear him admit his need was a little refreshing. That, and they a had better chance of getting a break with two kids asking instead of just him. “Come on, let’s go ask Jin or Addam to watch for us,” said Mikhail, turning and stepping away. “W-Wait, we can’t do that!” Mik stopped in his tracks and turned around, seeing Milton looking even more worried. “Why not?” he asked. “We’d be interrupting their work, that’s why,” said Milton. “We just have to wait for Addam to call a break. He always does at least once or twice in the day.” Mikhail crossed his arms. “That makes no sense. They’re just getting food, I’m sure they can take a couple minutes away from that.” “I know they could…” Milton shook his head. “It’s just, we can’t make ourselves a burden to them.” “And why not?” “Look at it this way,” Milton started, looking over to the adults as they went about gathering food. “We’re just kids, you and me. We can’t do a lick of fighting, so they have to look out for us out here.” “So?” Milton looked at the gang in front of him as they all rooted about in the ground. Lora and Haze compared veggies with a smile, Jin and Addam were off on their own, and Mythra and Brighid were apparently having a contest as to who could look the most annoyed. “So, if they start seeing us as burdens, they might want to leave us behind at a camp while they keep heading towards Malos.” He raised a fist and turned to Mik. “And I don’t want to sit around at a camp while they’re out there. I want to be right with them for the whole thing.” Mik frowned as he watched the others go about. Jin and Lora caught his glance especially, the first two people in a long time that made Mikhail feel like he wasn’t alone in this big, uncaring world. Much like Milton was with Addam, Mik felt the most content being at their side. He didn’t want to be stuck in some camp with people he didn’t know, possibly never to see those two again. But he couldn’t dismiss Milton as being ridiculous, either. Malos was nothing like the monsters and bandits their team had battled thus far. If he was going to prove that he deserved to stay, it would have to be as soon as he could. “Fine, I’ll try to hold it,” Mik relented. “Thanks, Mik.” Milton smiled. “Addam will call for a break soon, I’m sure of it.” “I hope you’re right,” said Mikhail. Already, his bladder felt heavier at his decision, but he tried his best to hide it. If it meant not being separated from his companions, he would do whatever it took. How hard is it to find food for one meal? As the group walked through more weeds to what felt like the twentieth spot to gather ingredients, Mikhail felt thankful that everyone’s attention was elsewhere. That way, he could hang back to hide his stiff walking and occasional hand placed between his legs. But even this provided little comfort to him now. This was the closest he had been to reaching his limit in a long time, and it felt every bit as painful and stressful as one would think. The few glances he took of Milton showed him that he felt the same way. The lad kept biting his lower lip and looking over to any rock, tree, or tall patch of grass, anywhere he could rush over to and hose down before soaking his overalls. This is stupid, Mikhail scolded himself, They’re not stopping anytime soon. Just tell them you gotta go already! Shaking his head, he steeled himself before opening his mouth to say just that. “Wait, look over there!” Lora beat him to breaking the relative silence. Mikhail whimpered a little bit, letting the question die in his throat. Everyone else stopped and turned to where Lora pointed. Not far from them were a handful of birdlike, bipedal monsters, all trying to pull a couple bulky containers along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. “It would seem so,” said Brighid, “But what could they be pulling? Addam’s smile dropped to a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the militia!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora, winding up her braid around her hand. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” asked Mythra as a glow started to form on her circlet. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” spoke Brighid. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the resistance, not less.” The glow faded. “Just a suggestion,” Mythra pouted. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, already stepping forward and unsheathing his nodachi. “Agreed.” Addam pulled his sword out, with the rest of the party following suit. He then turned to Mik and Milton, who both stood up tall and rigid with their hands at their sides. “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, M-Mister Addam, sir!” Milton replied like a private at boot camp. The instant all the grown-ups turned around and left to fight, the boys dropped their brave faces and shoved their hands to their groins. “Ah, that was too close!” Milton bemoaned. Mikhail had to agree, and he didn’t want to risk it any longer. “Come on, now’s our chance!” he said to Milton. “Our what?” Milton raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go while they’re busy fighting! I’m not waiting anymore!” Milton opened his mouth as if to object, but no objection came. Instead, he looked to the group, already in the midst of battle, then back to Mik, then to somewhere in between. “O-Okay, over there!” He nodded towards a small rock wall with an uphill incline next to it. It was a bit of a jog, but it would hide them from view long enough to do what they needed to do. It might have been against Addam’s orders, but with a chance for relief so close, Mikhail wasn’t complaining. “Then let’s go!” he declared, rushing off at once. The run to the spot took only a few seconds, but each one felt like minutes to Mik and Milton. Knowing that they would finally be peeing in a few seconds made both of their bladders subconsciously prepare to empty. By the time they reached the wall, they were both squirming with their hands crammed between their legs. “Ooh, I can’t wait!” said Milton while fumbling with the zipper at the crotch of his overalls. “I feel like I could explode!” “Me too!” Mikhail said. He was quite happy that his clothes were simple to get out of the way. Just pull his pants down a little, lift up the shirt, take aim, and- “Reeeee!” A shriek from above shoved all thoughts of peeing out of each boy’s head. They jumped back and went wide-eyed with panic at the sight of three tirkins standing on the rocks above them, each with a weapon drawn. “Ah, run!” yelled Milton, zipping his overalls back up while Mikhail flipped his tunic down. It was already too late. The tirkins leapt down, one landing in front of the boys and the other two at the sides. Just like that, they were surrounded with no escape. With their bodies trembling out of fear instead of a need to pee, the boys backed up on instinct until they hit the stone wall, the monsters creeping in all the while. “W-What do you want with us?” Mikhail tried to stand up tall and put on a brave face, though there was no hiding the quiver in his voice. “We don’t have anything you can take.” “Rah! No take, only hurt!” yelled the tirkin in front. “But w-why hurt us?” stammered Milton. “Your friends hurt tirkin friends! We hurt you now!” It stepped forward with a spear pointed forward, it’s comrades doing the same. Mikhail could only look at the tip of the crude spear as it inched closer to him. Was this really how he was going to die? Killed by a random monster just because he chose peeing over staying safe? And not long after he found people he actually liked in this world, too. Oh well, he supposed, if he had to go, it probably wasn’t the worst way. His only regret was that someone else would be dying right next to him. But just before the spear could reach them, a sharp, chilling wind sliced through the air. The spear’s tip shattered from the handle, and the tirkin fell backwards onto its bottom with a yelp. “Wha!? Who turn down temperature!?” yelled another monster. A crack from a fiery braid across the face helped warm it back up. “What happening!?” The third tirkin managed to cry out before a gust of wind blew it back, sending it tumbling through the grass. It all happened so fast, Mikhail wasn’t sure that it was actually happening at first. However, the sight of Jin, Lora, and Haze rushing up and putting themselves in front of the beasts. Rescue had come, and he could not be happier for it. “If you value your lives, you will flee and not attack us again,” declared Jin in a combat stance. As the tirkin collected themselves, they took the warning to heart and ran with their tails between her legs. “Tirkin not forget this!” the lead one yelled as he ran the fastest. Once they were out of sight, the adults put their weapons away and turned to the kids. Haze and Lora came up to them and Lora asked, “Are you alright?” “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail, avoiding eye contact. It wasn’t entirely truthful; he may have been unhurt, but he was quickly remembering the reason he came here, and how little time he had left before the pressure finally overwhelmed him. “I’m glad to hear that,” came Addam’s voice as he walked up with the rest of the crew in tow. He crossed his arms and cast a set of stern parental eyes on them. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton tried to speak with a clear tension on his face. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” Mikhail’s outburst brought open mouths and wide eyes to the whole group. He was far past caring about that, however, as he squeezed his legs together and hunched over without shame. He could endure this little embarrassment if it meant not pissing himself right there. “It’s true!” said Milton next to him, grabbing his groin and putting one knee in front of the other. “We were just gonna pop off real quick, but then those monsters jumped us and-” “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up, and the boys fell silent, though they still squirmed in place. He turned to the others and said, “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” “Er, good idea,” said Lora, scratching her cheek while she headed off. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Jin as he followed behind. While the rest of them dispersed, Addam turned to the boys as he walked away. “I’ll be nearby if you need me,” he said before disappearing behind the rock. “Th-Thank you, Mister Addam!” Milton said while fumbling with his zipper again. Mik had nothing more to add, so he went right to lifting up his tunic and loosening his pants. He had precious few seconds before it would come shooting out, and he wasn’t wasting them. Before long, both boys were facing the rock wall, their pants undone and privates aimed forward. It was there that Mikhail realized how close they stood next to each other, letting the open air mingle with places it normally didn’t. The awkwardness spread downwards, halting his stream from starting for a couple extra seconds, and judging by the lack of peeing from Milton, his friend probably felt the same way. But before he could take a step away, the moment passed, and two golden trickles spilled out onto the ground, both building into a steady and powerful stream that trailed up the rock until it reached a height halfway between the boys’ knees and hips. A noisy splatter reached their ears as their pee hit full power, both of them letting it fly without shame. It didn’t take long for the dirt at the base to become saturated with pee, and a puddle grew out, stopping short of their shoes. At first, neither Mikhail nor Milton could think of anything but how glad they were to finally relieve their overfilled bladders. Milton was more vocal with his relief, letting out a long, loud moan and lifting his head up, his ears leaning back as if an invisible hand was patting him. Mikhail only closed his eyes and sighed, but he was smiling all the way on the inside. All that struggling had built up to this nice release, and he was content to stand there and ride it all the way out in peace. “Huh, would you look at that?” Milton’s words made Mik open his eyes. He first turned to his friend, then followed his gaze down at where their piddle struck the rock. He, too, found himself mesmerized by what he saw: with the sun hitting this side of the rock, the parts of the wall covered in their urine gained an odd gleam, not quite like a valuable mineral, but still satisfying to look at in a weird way. As Mik looked on, something inside stirred him to move, perhaps out of his boyish instinct. He turned his hips left and right, coating more of the wall and making a bigger shiny area. Seeing it grow bigger with his own pee felt strangely pleasing, motivating him to keep covering more and more. “Gonna paint the whole rock there?” Until Milton reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Suddenly, Mikhail became quite shy, bringing his sway to a complete stop. Great, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo now. “It works better if you start up higher, like this!” Out of the corner of his eye, Mikhail noticed Milton’s stream going upwards. He couldn’t resist looking over and finding out why. Milton had leaned back a bit and lifted his boyhood, the arc now rising above his stomach. True to his word, his part of the rock was coated quicker, with the urine covering the gaps as it ran down. Guess he’s a weirdo, too, Mik thought as he looked at Milton’s unashamed grin while he played with his pee. Still, he couldn’t blame the kid; in the short time he had known Milton, he had seen how he wanted to keep things fun, even in such dark times. It reminded him a bit of Lora, always smiling and optimistic no matter what. In any case, Milton wasn’t bothered with a little pee play, so Mikhail decided he may as well join back in. Leaning back just like him, Mik pointed his privates up, raising his stream’s trajectory and hitting the wall above stomach-height. Chuckles followed as the two went about marking the rock as best they could. It was a small respite from their tough life, and they would enjoy it while it lasted. Not much longer, and both boys reached the end of their pee, the streams hitting lower until they fell onto the ground, then stopping off after a couple last spurts. They each shook out the remaining drops, then tucked themselves back into their clothes, modest again. “I think we did a fine job, wouldn’t you say?” said Milton as he admired their work. At the end, just about every part of the wall they could reach was covered up to belly-height. The shine made the rock look practically radiant in the sun now. Mik paid little mind to it, however. With his bladder empty, he was free to think of other stuff again, and they weren’t happy thoughts. He had embarrassed himself in front of the whole group. Even if he hadn’t actually wet himself, it was more reason for them to think of him as a burden. He let out a small grunt in frustration at his failure. “I know the feeling,” he heard Milton say next to him. The boy’s goofy smile had gone, weighed down by the same facts that Mikhail had realized. “I guess we have some explaining to do now.” “Let’s just get this over with,” said Mikhail. The boys left their “art” behind, Mik leading the way. As they rounded the corner, neither of them could look Addam in the eyes when he turned around, even with his gentle smile and understanding eyes. “You boys alright? You look rather glum for someone who just avoided hosing their trousers,” said Addam. “W-We’re fine, Mister Addam,” said Milton, “But we’re awful sorry for running off like that. We just couldn’t hold it any longer.” Addam shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Milton. I’m mostly the one to blame for this mishap. We had gotten into a rhythm, and I had forgotten about pacing ourselves with a break.” He then rubbed his chin and said, “But still, if it was that bad, you could have piped up about it. We would have kept an eye for you both, you know.” “Aye, we know.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “But it’s just… well, you see…” “We didn’t want to be burdens.” Much like Mikhail’s previous outburst, this brought another confused look from Addam. “Burdens? What do you mean?” he asked. Milton sighed. “We just wanted to show we could still hang in there with you all, and that you wouldn’t have to… leave us behind before we got close to Malos.” Mikhail could see Milton’s body deflate more as he uttered those words, so much so that it weighed him down as well. Even when sold as a slave, he could scarcely recall a moment where he felt more pathetic than this. “I must admit, I’m still perplexed by this,” said Addam, rubbing her chin. “Where in Alrest did you get the idea that we thought you both as burdensome?” Both boys looked up almost as dumbfounded as Addam was. “M-Mister Addam?” mumbled Milton. “Milton, you’ve been with me for, what is it, three years now? Surely, you would know better than that,” said Addam with a patient smile. “We have to keep an extra eye out for you both, sure, but we do so because we want to, not because we have to.” Mikhail had to blink a couple times before responding. “You mean you actually want us around?” “Of course we do!” came Lora’s voice, getting the three’s attention. They found that she wasn’t alone, either; the rest of the gang followed behind her, their focus on the boys giving them more reason to blush. “You don’t have to fight monsters to help out,” said Haze. “Just by walking and laughing and smiling with us, you’re reminding us of why we’re fighting in the first place.” “That, and if we were gonna ditch you guys, I’m sure it would’ve already happened,” Mythra added. “Mythra,” said Addam like a parent chastising their child. “What?” Mythra crossed her arms. “I’m just trying to help and stuff.” Mikhail had to lower his head to hide the blush growing on his cheeks. People actually wanted him, not just as cheap slave labor, but as a companion. It was a foreign feeling, and he didn’t fully know what to make of the emotions stirring within. But he at least had to do one thing. Lifting his head up, Mikhail looked right at the group. “Th-” “Thanks a bunch, you guys!” It was Milton’s turn to interrupt. Stepping forward and showing his reddened face, he went on without shame. “We’ll make this up to you all somehow. We’ll…” his eyes drifted about for a moment. “We’ll do the cooking tonight! With all the stuff we’ve been gathering today!” Mikhail realized his mouth was still open, so he closed it. “Y-Yeah, what he said,” he added. He put it better than I could’ve, anyway. “Ha ha, I look forward to whatever you whip up!” Addam said, placing a hand on Milton’s shoulder. In response, the lad closed his eyes and smiled, looking like a kitten enjoying a good petting. “Great,” said Mythra, bringing the moment to an end. “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” “With pleasure!” Haze declared, grabbing onto Lora’s arm. “Er, right…” Lora gained a blush. “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” “If... I must,” said an expressionless Brighid. As the trio departed, with Lora and Haze having a certain tension to their walk, Mythra scoffed and turned around. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” The men stared with open mouths and raised eyebrows as Mythra walked away. “Now what could be her problem?” Milton wondered aloud. Mikhail shrugged and glanced away, turning his attention to the sky and cloud sea towards the east. He should have felt frustrated and embarrassed after this ordeal, but he didn’t. Instead, he was oddly at peace with everything at the moment. Maybe it was because he didn’t have that painful pressure to worry about now, he wondered. He certainly hadn’t had a whiz like that in a long time. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to share that feeling with before, nor did he have people to look forward to when he was done. Mikhail knew now that this group was one-of-a-kind, and there was nowhere in Alrest he would rather be. Maybe it wouldn’t last, and their world was destined to be destroyed, but he couldn’t dwell on that. For now, all he could do was be content with where he was for as long as it lasted.
  6. bardak131

    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi

  7. bardak131

    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi

  8. As I mentioned in my intro topic, I'm quite a fan of the old cartoon, Code Lyoko, along with its continuation, Code Lyoko Evolution. Sadly, I've seen very few pee-related fics about CL (none on this site). So I took it upon myself to write myself a few fics based on ideas I had for such scenarios, especially since the show gives so much to work with. I've made five so far with plenty more ideas to come. The first five will be made in one post, each under a spoiler tag for the sake of organization. Every story after that will be made as a separate post on this topic. Includes underage characters, but nothing sexualized. I'm open to all concrit and ideas, especially given that I'm not the best writer. So without further ado. Chapter 1: Yumi In the Garden Chapter 2: The Contest Chapter 3: Sissi's Revenge Chapter 4: Yumi's Stand Chapter 5: Hiroki and Johnny's Predicament.
  9. Hello everyone. I know I'm still pretty new to this forum despite being here for more than a few months by now I think. I've tried to post some things to really get myself in here, but now I have an Idea that I think many people would like. In this thread, I'm going to structure my fiction like an adventure game, and anyone who is interested can suggest commands for the character to take on, and whichever are the more popular ones among the other readers, I will issue that command to the character and the story will play out for a while. I will try to keep this to a more worksafe type story, but if anyone suggests something that I would allow, and it does happen to be NSFW, I'll see what I can do. The story will start with a 9-13 year old boy in a very strict boarding school, where there will be very few chances to go to the bathroom, and rules with consequences that involve missing your next break or being forbidden from the bathroom until the next morning! If enough people seem interested, I will surely begin writing. If you're interested, please reply with how old you think the boy should be: 9,10,11,12, or 13!
  10. Ok, so, they are not this good, but those three are my first omorashi related atwork. Sorry for the size! >: (And as you can see, I don't know draw puddles) 1 2 (This one is old.. Anyway, he's a boy :3')
  11. queerfroggy

    malefemale Aladdin (Magi) Omorashi :3

    Ugh, finally back with a finished art. I'm sorry for taking too long. But I guess now I'll be more active. Or not. I'll see ^^; Anyways, this little guy is not an OC. He's Aladdin, and he's a character from a very cool anime called "Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic" I've recently started watching. :) I recommend you all to watch, he's really cute, and the concept is too pretty fun ^-^ Anyways, enjoy the Omorashi :) As always, there's a SFW version, in case you guys wanna share it :) Oh, well, enjoy ^^ Sketched in about 5 minutes, finished within 2 hours. :) Aladdin © Shinobu Ohtaka
  12. Ritsuka

    malefemale [Shota/Yaoi] A Date

    Yay! I wrote a fic! Back to my home-base of Male Omorashi, I decided to now highlight my extreme Shotarou Complex! (In other words, I'm a huge fawking shotacon.) Anyway, here's the full list of warnings. o-o WARNING, THE FOLLOWING FICTIONAL STORY CONTAINS: Young boys (Shotacon), Male omorashi, Yaoi, Underage consumption of alcohol, vomit (mild). If ANY of these things bother you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. You were warned. This story contains some Mandarin phrases. Translations in [[brackets]]. --- Jing gulped staring at himself in the mirror. His mother thought he was going out with his friends and staying at his friend, Liu's house for the night. But, that was a lie. He was going on a date...with a boy. Liu would cover for him, the two had been friends for years. Though Jing still felt bad about asking so much of his dear friend. As Jing took a long look at himself in the mirror, he started to feel that maybe going on this date wasn't such a great idea. Standing only five feet tall and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds he couldn't do much in the event that his date, Luca, tried anything funny. Luca towered over Jing and being sixteen, could easily beat Jing with life experience alone. "What would a sixteen year-old even want with a twelve year-old?" Liu had said disgustedly, "He probably just wants to drug and rape you." Jing shuddered, Liu had a point. Jing fell into the categories: innocent, inexperienced, and naive. An older boy like Luca probably wanted something fishy from him. We're just going out for ice cream... Jing thought to himself quietly trying to calm his nerves, Nothing fishy will happen. After quickly loosening his tie, Jing headed out into the kitchen where his aunt was going through his over night bag. "I don't like that boy, Liu," She said plainly, "Having boys sleep over all the time, is he a faggot?" "Quit being so feudal[1], Lanfen," Jing's mother said from behind the stove, "I think that Liu is a very nice boy." Oh mother, how wrong you are... Jing thought to himself guiltily. On one hand, he and Liu were lying to his mother... on the other, this date was a once in a life time chance. "Feudal? Mei, love, I have not yet suggested a wife for Jing-Sheng, that would be feudal," Jing's aunt said standing up and walking over to her sister, "I just think you let little Jing go out carousing too much. When I was a young girl--" Jing took that as his signal to pull on his sneakers, nod his good-bye to his mother, and run out the door. Whenever anything his aunt didn't particularly like happened, she went off on a "when I was young" speech. As he walked down the street, bag in hand, toward the ice cream parlour he thought of all the possible catastrophic ends that this date could possibly have. He was still deep in thought as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. "What's a cutie like you doing out alone?" Luca's voice jolted Jing out of his thoughts. "L-Luca..!" Jing stammered jumping away from the older boy, his face red. "That's my name, don't wear it out," Luca said and winked at Jing who recoiled a bit. "S-So what're we doing?" Jing asked trying desperately to change the subject. "What's the bag for?" Luca asked brushing his brown hair out of his face. "My mom thinks I'm staying at my friend's house," Jing mumbled. "Well you can stay at my house instead," Luca said and reached out to touch Jing's face. Jing dodged his hand and stared him in the face angrily. "...!" "Not ready for physical contact?" Luca asked, Jing nodded ashamed, "I respect that, you have high standards." "C-Can we just get ice cream now?" Jing stammered trying to get off the subject of his innocence. "As you wish, lovely, can I at least hold your bag?" Luca asked holding out his hand. Jing handed the bag to him blushing furiously, "Let's go~!" Luca exclaimed urging the smaller boy into the restaurant. Jing looked around the bright room half dazed. He read the menu and gently tugged at Luca's sleeve. "What's 'Kahlua Ice Cream'?" He asked softly pointing to the sign on the wall. "Oh, it's a special ice cream I guess, I'm not really sure," Luca said staring away from Jing's curious eyes, "Why, did you want to try it?" "I'm just curious, honest!" Jing squealed defensively, Luca laughed softly and ruffled his hair. "If you really want to try it, I'll get it for you," Luca said, a dark glint in his eyes. Jing nodded softly, "Alright, go find us a table then." "Okay!" Jing ran off to find a clean table to sit at. He found one, finally, and sat down brushing the crumbs from the table. After a what seemed like an eternity, Luca came over and set a small dish of ice cream in front of him. Jing picked up the spoon and put it in his mouth. "Like it?" Luca asked inquisitively, Jing nodded, he obviously had no idea he was consuming copious amounts of alcohol for his small body. Luca slowly picked at his ice cream more interested in watching the tiny Asian in front of him get himself wasted. He noted that Jing's face was flushed and the boy looked a little bit woozy. "Are you feeling okay?" Luca asked and tilted Jing's head up a bit. His eyes were blood shot and he seemed to be looking far away. "I-I'm fiiiine!" Jing hiccuped. Luca frowned a little. "Jing, what's your name?" Luca asked as he took the spoon and alcoholic ice cream from the young boy. "Jiing-Sheenngg Chaaaangg.." Was the slurred response he got. Jing squirmed around in his seat wearing a dopey grin. "Jing, what's my name?" "L-Lucaaa Leeeee!" Jing squeaked then looked at Luca seriously, "Have I ever told you that you're fucking sexy?" "Oi...that's the alcohol speaking, what's to your left right now?" Luca asked clearly concerned. "The skyyyyy!" Jing squealed happily and threw his hands up. Luca felt the overwhelming urge to facepalm, but that would be: a. Highly inappropriate. b. Very insensitive. "Jing, you're drunk," Luca said plainly, "Kahlua ice cream has alcohol in it." "Wha-what?" Jing practically screamed and went to stand up and hit Luca, but the poor kid nearly fell the instant he tried to wind up for a punch. "Jing, I'm sorry--" "Qu nide!" [[Fuck you!]] Jing wailed drunkenly, "Ni qui si!" [[Go rot in hell!]] "Duibuqi!" [[i'm sorry!]] Luca responded softly. "Goushi!" [[bullshit!]] Jing slammed his hands on the table, wobbling. Luca reached out and held him steady. "I should get you back home..." Luca mumbled, Jing shook his head and groaned. "Woma can't see me like this...My aunt will go nuts..." He slurred in partial Chinese, leaning on Luca for support. "Then we'll go to my house, your mom doesn't expect you home until tomorrow, right?" Luca asked rubbing Jing's back gently. "Uhuh..." He muttered as Luca lead him out of the restaurant. He was walking strangely, more strangely than just "totally wasted" strange. "Is something wrong?" Luca urged him as they walked down the street. Jing shook his head and groaned again. "It hurts to say no..." He moaned, his face flushed with drunkness. He bounced around a little bit erratically, still clinging to Luca's arm for support. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Luca asked holding him steady. Jing nodded, still bouncing around. "Everything's just wonderful!" Jing giggled. Once again, there was that urge to facepalm. Jing continued to bounce around as they walked toward Luca's house. "Hey, watch out for that--" Luca recoiled a bit as Jing hopped directly into a puddle, "Wei!" [[Hey, come here!/Hey, what do you think you're doing?]] "B-But Lucaaaa...It's funnnn!" Jing sniffled walking around in the puddle. "Like!" [[Do it now!]] Luca shouted and Jing walked over begrudgingly. Half way from the puddle to Luca, Jing stopped and crossed his legs. "Lucaaaa--hic--I need to peeeee!" He moaned loudly. "Well we'd already be home if you hadn't stopped to splash in that damned puddle," Luca sighed as the young boy held onto him. Luca patted his back as they started on their way again. Jing moaned every few minutes about how he needed to pee, crossing his legs and dancing around like an imbecile. "Lucaaa--" "Jing, bizui!" [[shut your mouth.]] Luca snapped and lifted the boy up with a groan. "What're you doing...?" Jing groaned as Luca shifted him into a princess carry. "Just be quiet, please, for five minutes," Luca mumbled. "But Luca--" "But nothing." So the walk continued in silence. Luca carried Jing without much trouble, he was really light even if he was like a dead animal from alcohol consumption. Luca held Jing tightly to keep him from squirming out of his arms. Finally, Jing broke the silence. "Lucaaaa...I'm gonna vomit!" Jing whimpered and Luca quickly put him down. Jing fell almost instantly and vomited up his ice cream. Luca held his hair back and kept him from falling into his own vomit. As Luca picked him up, he noticed that Jing's crotch was slightly wet. He started walking, trying to ignore the heat rushing to his vitals. Jing was squirming in Luca's arms and moaning softly, if he didn't know any better Luca might've thought he was enjoying it. "You okay?" Luca asked walking a bit faster. Jing shook his head and whispered something about pee. Luca was about to ask what he said when he felt warm liquid splash onto his stomach. He slowed to a stop, still holding Jing tightly as the clear liquid splashed onto the two of them pooling underneath Luca's feet. Luca blushed deeply as the fabric of his pants clung to his member. Jing moaned and squirmed as the torrent splashed onto the pavement loudly. After a bit, the stream slowed and tapered off. Luca opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by small sniffling sounds. "I-I can't believe that just happened..." Jing sniffled quietly, tears running down his cheeks. "Hey, calm down," Luca whispered, "It happens to all of us." "I'm such a baby..." Jing cried quietly, Luca nuzzled him gently. "Would it make you feel better if I wet myself too?" Luca asked quietly. Jing looked at him surpised and nodded slowly. Luca blushed and nodded in return then set Jing down on the ground. "Will you really..?" Jing asked, his question was answered as Luca let loose a torrent of pale yellow urine. Jing blushed watching the liquid further soak the older boy's pants and mix with his own urine on the ground. It was, oddly enough to him, a rather attractive sight. Jing shook his head lightly, Luca sighed contentedly as the stream ran into his shoes and splashed on the pavement loudly. Luca's eyes were hazy with lust as the stream slowed to a stop. He gently nuzzled Jing as he picked him up again. "Feel better?" He asked quietly. "I-I can walk on my own!" Jing protested, "But yes...I didn't think you'd actually do it.." "This is a secret," Luca said softly holding Jing close to him, "But I like to wet myself for fun." Jing looked shocked as Luca began walking as if nothing ever happened. Luca smiled to himself silently, wondering if Jing would even remember what happened in the morning. --- EXTENDED ENDING: Jing groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. Light filtered through the curtains making his head pound. "Look who's awake," Luca laughed. Jing groaned and pulled the covers over his head, "How's that hang over?" "What in the sane hell is a hang over?! Ow..." Jing whined as his pounding headache quickly turned into a migraine. Luca just laughed more. Jing shifted around trying to find a comfy spot. "You sleep like the dead you know," Luca's voice came from above Jing, "You can come out now, I closed the blinds." "Hnggh.." Jing whimpered softly and crawled out from under the covers, "I had the weirdest dream..." "What was it about?" Luca asked curiously. "I had a dream that I wet myself...and then you wet to make me feel better...isn't that wacky?" Jing said excitedly, Luca blushed and laughed. "Totally, Jing. Totally." "And you even told me, that you liked to wet for fun! Such a strange dream." "Sounds odd, maybe you should skip dessert from now on," Luca muttered twirling his hair around his finger. He wasn't sure if he should be happy that Jing didn't remember, or be sad that he'd shared his secret with him and he couldn't remember. "It was such a vivid dream too! It's like it really happened," Jing said curiously. Luca froze. "Well, lucid dreams tend to be like that," He stammered quickly. Jing looked at him funny. "...Wait when did I change...?" Jing asked suddenly realizing he was wearing Luca's boxers. "Uhh...I can explain!" --- [1] Feudal is a word used by Chinese people to describe people that are very old fashioned, Jing's aunt however rebukes this statement saying that she has not suggested an arranged marriage for Jing and therefore is not old fashioned at all. --- BLEEH. Crappy fic is crappy. I'm not totally happy with Jing and Luca's characterization, I just kind threw them together as I was writing. But I might just polish their characters a bit and actually use them in the same way I use Joseph and Lenny. [Hahaha, remember them?] I decided to make Luca seem really creepy/bad news-y. But there's a little more back story on their relationship. So what do you think? Do you want more of Luca and Jing? I'm not sure if I want to go through the process of full characterization, but what do you guys think? Should I give them a shot?
  13. Kei

    Art Album

    I found a great Imgur album, it's all drawings by the artist called Final Liquid. http://imgur.com/a/XfMBM
  14. Julius Lodell was almost a perfect seven-year old child in all sense of the word. Adorable-looking, good at swordmanship, magic, and general studies, and innocent to almost a fault. The only problem was that he was quite the shy boy. With someone he had gotten comfortable with, he would not hesitate to talk and laugh with them. But with strangers, he often looked down, as if he was afraid. The boy was quite sheltered unfortunately, having no friends of his age to play with. And so her parents decided that he should be introduced to a playmate. In the end however, the choice fell to Marie La Fey, a girl three-years older than him. She had met him in a party one day and they ended up conversing and playing only with each other for the entire event. Both of their parents saw this and thought that they might be a good match. They even joked that they might just make the two fiancees right away. And now, here he was, sitting in a carriage with Marie and his mother returning from a picnic they just had to his home. The picnic would have been great fun, if not for one problem. He had to pee. Badly. He had forgotten to relief himself before they departed, and throughout the picnic, where much tea was served, he had grew more and more desperate. Sure, he could relieve himself in the bushes but not when Marie was constantly following him around. He couldn't admit his need to her. He had always thought of her as pretty and he was afraid she would look at him less. And thus, he ended up in this state, squirming on his seat as he wished that the carriage would go faster. "Hmm? What's the matter, Julius?" his mother asked with a warm smile. Julius had always loved his mother so very much. He thought of her as the most beautiful woman that had ever existed, with her long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The white dress she wore today made her even prettier. "N-nothing, Mother, n-nothing at all..." he replied. He wanted to tell her about his need but unfortunately, Marie was also there sitting beside her. If his mother was a bright and cheery sunflower, then Marie would be a thorny rose. She was also blonde and blue-eyed like his mother but that's where their similarities ended. Her hair was curled on the sides to a drill-like form. Her eyes were the opposite of his mother's. They seemingly always looked down on others. Even so, he knew that Marie was a good person inside. The girl was simply lonely. Being the heiress of one of the richest noble families in the kingdom, many families wanted their sons to marry her. And so she would have boys trying to woo her. She could all tell that they were not honest, and they were only acting as ordered by their parents. However, when she met Julius, his innocence and honesty immediately charmed him. And when he gave her his brilliant smile, she realized that she had fallen for him. She just wished he was less timid, but she supposed that it was one of his charms as well. All of the other buys she met were all the gaudy and overconfident types. She preferred him over that for sure. Unfortunately, Julius didn't know about her feelings, so he stayed nervous and a tad scared around her. As their journey continued, Julius' desperation grew even more. He sat with his legs crossed, desperately looking at the unchanging scenery to distract him from his full bladder. His mother was reading a book while Marie was looking at her window with a terribly bored expression on her face. Suddenly, a jolt shook the carriage, thanks to a rock getting under its wheels. The jolk made poor Julius leak a spurt in his pants, wetting the boxers he wore under his pants. With a gasp, he quickly put both of his hand to his crotch, feeling how his brown trousers were now slightly damp. "Honey, are you sure you're alright? You look pale, my dear. Are you feeling sick? We can stop of a while if you want," his mother asked, her voice full of concern. "I-I'm fine, mother. I-I'm just tired, that's all. I-I just wish we arrive home soon," he replied, putting on a fake smile. "Well, if you say so," his mother responded with a smile. "Just remember, we're all your family here, even Marie--" She smiled at the bored-looking girl. "so don't be shy in sharing with us any of your problems." Julius could only smile back. For him, admitting that he was badly in need of a wee was too much for him. Even to his own mother, he would only do it by whispering to her while blushing terribly. But with Marie there, with her judging eyes, she would really think of him as a child if he couldn't hold himself like a proper adult could. Their journey continued. Now Julius couldn't even hide his desperation as he squirmed and fidgeted in his seat, with his hands on his crotch, grabbing his penis. Thankfully, his mother's attention was on her book, while Marie was still watching the scenery. And then, it happened. A spurt escaped once again. Followed by another. And another. And another. And another. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't feel his muscle down there. He could only watch with a horrified expression as his pants got wetter and wetter. Panicking, he quickly said, "M-Mother, I--" It was too late however, as right when his mother looked up from her book, she could see a stream of fresh urine trickling down from her son's seat. She saw how terrified and embarrassed he looked, how he was in the verge of crying and how red his cheeks were. She moved in a flash. She sat beside her son and took him in into her embrace, putting his head on her bountiful chest and giving him a gentle hair brush. "Sssshh, it's alright, my dear, just let it all out..." she whispered to him gently to her sobbing, peeing little boy. "I-I'm so sorry, mother, I-I couldn't hold it..." "It's okay... it's okay... no one would blame you..." Meanwhile, Marie was staring wide-eyed at her future fiancee's wet crotch. Her cheeks were red but she didn't look away. No, she couldn't look away in fact, for you see, she had been secretly watching him ever since they started their carriage ride. She knew he was desperate to pee. She would have just told him to go but the way he cutely tried to hide his desperation... it enchanted her. She wanted to see more. More of his blushing face. More of his squirming legs. And so she let him be. She pretended to watch the scenery as she watched him from the corner of her eyes. And now, she saw him wetting his pants throughoutly, with his urine pooling in front of his soaked seat. And it satisfied her greatly. But now, she felt terrible for doing it. She looked at him, crying and sobbing into his mother's embrace. She had a feeling he would be traumatized by this and he would never be able to look her straight in the eye ever again. And that would simply not do. She stood up from her seat. And, with a flushed cheek, she began wetting her dress as well. Her crimson red dress soon turned darker in the front and back as her pee was absorbed by the garment. But soon, even that wasn't enough as she left a puddle of golden liquid underneath her. Marie was actually quite desperate to go as well, only it was not as bad as Julius. She actually leaked a little when the jolt from before happened. She was confident she could hold it until they returned however, so she opted to hold seeing how peeing outside with a dress for a girl wasn't the easiest thing. But now, with Julius crying like that, she decided she would just let it all out as well. "O-oh my, you too, Marie?" Julius' mother asked. "Yes. I can't hold it either, Miss Lodell," Marie replied confidently, as if peeing your dress was simiiar to sneezing. "S-so cheer up, Julius! You're not the only one that wet yourself today!" Julius' sobs stopped as he looked up to Marie. He couldn't believe it. She really had wet herself as well. His mother however immediately picked up on what was going on. "Oh my, it seems today is really an unlucky day! First, my dear son, Julius. Then, his dear friend, Marie! And now, his mother as well!" A loud pssssshht sound suddenly echoed inside the carriage. The sound was louder than the previous two combined. Julius gasped when he felt the spreading warmth on his buttcheeks coming from the direction of his mother. Indeed, the pretty mother was sitting there with a smile on her face as she peed into her pretty white dress. Her stream was strong and impressive and it seemed to last forever, spreading urine all over her seat and down below to the carriage floor to the point that her waters escaped the door, trickling down to the ground below outside the carriage. When she finished, she looked at Julius and said, "See? We all have our accidents. So cheer up, my dear! I will explain everything to the servants so don't you be afraid one bit!" Truth be told, she was terribly desperate as well. Many times she returned to the mansion running to the chamber pot in her room, a trait that her husband found adorable. They had never told this to anyone but the first time they met, she was in a desperate state and her husband helped her to a chamberpot before she flooded her dress. And from that little incident, they became charmed to each other. And now it seemed her son had inherited her weak bladder. The remaining trip went swimmingly, with Julius back to his cheerful self. They all acted like they hadn't wet themselves. And when the maids greeted them, the mother just said that the carriage ride took longer than they all thought.
  15. bardak131

    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi

  16. ekkiperla

    malefemale Chibi Naked Boy

    made some chibi omo. no specific character
  17. bardak131

    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi

  18. trebledeath

    Ciel is Still a Child

    i figured this is a popular enough fic on my ao3 that i'd upload it here. idk, apparently black butler has a new arc with evil twins? idk, i don't follow it anymore, but i know that ciel is adorable. and i love this idea of diapers and training potties. :D ----- Ciel was honestly so offended. He had dragged his stupid butler to this stupid Gala to talk to an important family, and what do they do? They send him off to the play room with the little two year old of his. No, they didn’t even do that, they had a maid escort him, because the ‘adults’ were too busy talking to Sebastian. It would have been almost bearable in the playroom if there had been nannies there with him, an actual mature mind, but noooo, they were the only ones who actually thought he was mature so they left him in charge of the toddler while they attended to apparently more important things than his comfort level. So here he was, sitting on a way too small, bright, plastic chair while a two year old in a night shirt ran around screaming. He couldn’t even distract himself with a book. No! He was far above the level of picture books. So, Ciel resigned himself to sitting in silence and getting irritated. Soon enough, the little kid he was with passed out on the floor, so, he stood up. “Finally, I guess I can leave you now.” Of course, there really was no one around to hear him, so he just headed for the door. He opened it and peeked out, it was completely dark in the hallway. Nooope. He’d just stay inside the completely lit room until his unfaithful butler collected him. He closed the door and went back to his chair. Yes, this would be perfectly acceptable except that he needed to pee. He sighed and tapped a finger against his cheek. There was no way he’d be able to get to a proper bathroom, not with how dark it was outside of this damned room. Oh well, he’d just have to wait until he was at home. He could do that. He sipped at the water that had been so graciously provided and noted that the pitcher was almost and that– oh. That’s why he needed to go He set down his cup and decided to focus on something else. It didn’t work. His mind was constantly drawn to the fact that his bladder was pulsing with need. It was another fifteen minutes, or what he thought was fifteen minutes before ciel decided to get up and find a solution’ the pressure in his bladder had only increased. Once again he went to the door and opened it to see if he should go find the bathroom of Sebastian on his own. Once again he closed the door upon finding the conclusion to be no. Ciel started to pace the small, toy cluttered room. Half way through his second round of the room, he had to stop and grab himself. Could you blame him? He was just twelve. He took a breath through his nose and thought out loud, “There’s no way that I’m leaving this party with wet trousers. Is there any other way to relieve myself aside from pissing on the carpet?” His dark blue eyes traveled to the changing table that was against one wall. Of course, on the shelves below it, there were actual diapers. Ciel shuddered and mentally scolded himself for thinking such a thing. Instead, he looked to the small training potty next to the changing table. It was still demeaning, but less so, besides, there was no one in the room besides him and the sleeping toddler. No one would judge him. Well, no one but himself. The young boy bit his lip and contemplated just holding it until later, surely he could. A small leak interrupted that train of though and put it completely out of business. He took a breath to calm his nerves and walked–er, hobbled– over to the bright blue training potty. Once there, he shucked his formal shorts to the floor and sat down. Thankfully, due to his small appetite and picky nature, he was slim enough to fit without any trouble. It didn’t take any coaxing on his bladder’s part to get him to start going. Though a blush lit up his pale face, he did feel quite relieved, that is until he felt a warm wetness on the back of his thighs and behind. It didn’t take very much or very long for the poor training seat to over fill and start dripping onto the floor. Horrified, Ciel stood up, willing himself to stop the torrents of piss currently escaping him. In the end, his pants only got a small stain on them. One would think that having emptied his bladder half way, he’d be fine to pull up his pants and be fine to go on his way, but that wasn’t the case. Not at all. His strained muscles, now having tasted freedom, yearned even more ror release. His bladder pulsed again and a small leak threatened to spring forth. The young boy whimpered and looked around. What else could he do? Once again, his gaze landed on the changing table that was now right beside him. He pressed a hand to his groin and with a shaky hand grabbed a diaper. Whining, he struggled to unfold it. Desperately, he pressed it to his crotch, and not a second too soon. As soon as he did, his body started to relax, and urine shot out of him. Not a second after he started filling the padded garment with his manly waters, the door to the nursery creaked open. There in the doorway stood Sebastian. Color rose in Ciels face, but he didn’t stop peeing. He didn’t stop when the diaper, too, got over filled and started leaking down his legs. Sebastian didn’t seem phased at all. “If your done, my lord, we should get home.”
  19. PuppyDog230

    To Melt a Frozen Heart

    Toshiro Hitsugaya, proud Captain of the 10th Squad, was currently biting his tongue to prevent his temper from spilling over in front of multiple people in his squad. His lieutenant had gone above and beyond in wetting him off today. Instead of simply skipping out on her paperwork like normal, she had totally taken over his desk, feet on it and all, and was currently applying her makeup in a mirror. Using his caligraphy brush! Sensing Toshiro staring at her, Rangiku finally looked up and put on her usual smile. "Oh, good morning, Captain! I didn't see you at breakfast. Were you not hungry? Breakfast is-!" "Save it, Matsumoto." He said sternly, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "What are you doing to my desk and my brush? Don't you have a makeup brush?" "Of course, but Yumichika-chan is borrowing it! So I have to use this!" "Leave. I have a bunch of work to finish up today and I can't have you in here distracting me." "Awwww, okay, spoilsport!" Rangiku simply giggled and jumped out of his chair, leaving the brush but taking her mirror with her. "I'll get you some tea so you can better concentrate, okay?~" Before Toshiro could decline or accept that offer, Rangiku had already left his office, taking her subordinates with her by promising them all free drinks. Toshiro sat down in his seat and sighed wearily and put his head down. Having eaten a full breakfast of eggs, rice, and nearly an entire pot full of green tea, he was alert and ready to focus on the massive amount of paperwork he had to finish. Thankfully, the paperwork itself wasn't that bulky, he simply had to sign several things and answer some last-minute questions. A piece of cake that'd take the rest of the morning, tops. Not wishing to waste any more precious time, he sat up and started working on the first paper in the stack, one of the few left over that was actually only half-done. As he worked, he soon grew aware of a certain pressure building up between his legs that would be unwelcome any time of the day, but was certainly unwelcomed today. Already he cursed having so much tea at breakfast, and now his lieutenant was preparing more for him....but he didn't have to drink it, of course! And the sheer assumption that a captain of all things would be distracted by something as primal as that....nonsense! Nevertheless, he found his brush writing a bit more diligently after that realization. Once he had two of the most important documents out of the way, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, then cracked his knuckles and started working on the third, still ignoring the ever-growing pressure in his bladder. As he worked, a soft voice announced they were coming into his office and entered, the owner of the voice being his childhood friend, Momo. "Hi, Shiro-chan! What are you working on?" She asked politely, walking over to his desk. "Something important. Go away." He directed, not even looking up from his paperwork. "Oh, did Rangiku-san say she was getting you tea? Because I saw her in Squad 10's cafeteria a few minutes ago, upset because the water wasn't boiling fast enough." She looked over worriedly at the door. "You might want to check on her." "She's fine." He insisted, crossing his ankles under his desk. "When you're finished with your work, did you want to go someplace with me? They recently remodeled the bookstore in the entertainment district, we could go there!" "Maybe. Now go away." He flicked his eyes up at her, and she sighed and started to turn away. "You're always working so hard! Don't you ever take a break to have fun?" "I'm a captain. I have to be responsible and protect my squad, not play around in a bookstore." He placed the third sheet of paper on top of the other two. "Fine..." Momo left him alone as he wished, albeit very reluctantly. Finally alone again, Toshiro took a moment to tighten his crossed ankles, still cursing himself for all the tea he drunk that morning. It didn't help that since he had ice powers, his whole body acted as if he was one big ice-cube, meaning he had to pee far more frequently than the average Soul Reaper due to cold weather's diuretic abilities. Plus, any urge he felt was magnified up to a hundred. Since he was by himself, he uncrossed his ankles and tightly crossed his legs, promising his body he'd take a break once he got halfway through his work pile. He had approximately twenty papers left to do, and he did four. He could do six more without error. As he dipped his brush in his ink pot to sign his name on his fifth paper, his door was violently slid open, making a loud cracking sound that made him knock over his ink in shock and worsen his need. "Captain! I made that tea for you!~" Rangiku's perky voice sounded out. She ran over to his desk and set the tea-tray beside his paperwork, looking at the ink mess. "Oh no....at least it didn't get on any of your papers, right?" "Matsumoto!" Toshiro snapped at her. "Clean that ink up!" "Yes, Captain..." She pouted, but did as she was told, leaving the room and coming back with damp washcloths to gently swab the ink off his desk. Afterwards, she tossed the rags into a laundry basket and left the room with the empty ink pot, then came back with it filled to the brim. "Here you go!" "Thank you." He dipped his brush in the ink gently, then signed his signature in kanji with a flourish. He expected Rangiku to leave after she gave him the tea, but much to his dismay, she didn't, taking a cup for herself and sitting on his couch, telling him all about the latest gossip she heard. Who was dating whom, who was cheating on whom, who had a wardrobe malfunction in front of their subordinates....she talked for what felt like hours. Maybe it was hours, since Toshiro kept tuning her out to focus on his paperwork and on his bladder. Despite his power level and position, he wasn't above acting childishly when he had to pee, but only when he was alone, which he most certainly was not. Grimacing, he crossed and uncrossed his legs repeatedly under his desk, wishing Rangiku would leave him alone so he could properly dance around. Rangiku, meanwhile, had only been talking for about thirty minutes, tops, and was oblivious to her captain's lack of attention. But it was okay, soon he'd take a break and drink some tea with her and chill! He looked nervous about something, if his constant squirming was a sign, and she wanted for him to relax. She was mainly upset that he was totally uninterested in the tea she made lovingly for him. She had drunken almost all of it, she was on her sixth cup. Finally, Toshiro reached his goal of doing half his stack before taking a break, and he nearly jumped for joy. He jumped out of his chair, jolting his bladder and forcing him to lean against his desk to regain his balance. Another tight leg-cross kept the floodgates closed. Rangiku looked over at him. "What's wrong? You look tense." She asked in genuine worry, her cheerful exterior gone. He stood up straight and nervously smiled at her. "Nothing is wrong!" He cleared his throat. "I just have a stomach-ache and was going to go to the bathroom!" He was halfway to the door when Rangiku chimed in: "Oh, the bathroom? There's a plumbing problem because a group of Soul Reapers from Squad 3 set off some kind of bomb in the sewers. It's all backed-up now and will be for the remainder of the day." She calmly sipped her tea. "Don't you remember? I told you about that, like, twenty minutes ago!" "Can women still go?" He asked in a nonchalant voice. Perhaps he could go in there if nobody was around. His face fell when she shook her head. "Poor Nanao-san nearly wet herself earlier because of it! Did I tell you that? I shall!" Toshiro sat back down in his seat, utterly defeated. There was no signs of Rangiku leaving anytime soon, and he had no other way to relieve himself other than the nearby trash-can but again, he would not show such weakness in front of his lieutenant! Gritting his teeth, he went back to work, pressing a hand tightly into his crotch under his desk. "So naturally, she was one of the first people who heard about the sewer bombing. It wasn't a destructive bomb, just some home-made one filled with confetti or something, but it still backed the sewers up pretty bad. She was all filled up with wine from an all-nighter Captain Shunsui pulled with her, and you already know where this is going to lead. She asked me to spend the morning with her, cleaning up the kitchens in the squads, but after a while I notice something's wrong...." Rangiku explained. Toshiro was barely paying any attention. He had five more sheets to do, and they were all question-related, which he was incredibly thankful for. Any distraction would've been welcome, he thought as he tightly held himself. "She was all flustered and blushy and embarrassed and couldn't stop fidgeting around. At first I thought my robe had slipped, but I checked and it wasn't that. I asked her what was wrong, but she assured me it was nothing. And maybe she was right, I thought at first, since Nanao-san usually always is like that around me...." Rangiku noticed her cup was empty, so she paused her story and stood up and walked over to the tea-pot. She started slowly pouring the last of the tea into her cup, making Toshiro's eyes widen as he listened to the sound of the liquid loudly hitting the cup's bottom. And how warm and steamy it was....he shook his head and was suddenly assaulted by a large bladder spasm, which made him thrust both hands into his crotch. "Captain? Are you okay?" Rangiku asked nervously, picking her cup up. "I'm fine! Stomach-ache, remember?" He barely managed to sound serious, he instead sounded strained. "Oh, right!" She smiled at him, but it was obvious she didn't believe him. She sat back down and continued her story. Toshiro stared at the paperwork at his desk, knowing it needed to get done, but his need had grown nearly unbearable. Oh, why wouldn't Rangiku leave? And how can she drink eight of those cups without mentioning a need to pee once? And why did his stupid ice element affect his body so much? The next time him and his Zanpakuto spirit had a chat, he'd be sure to give that dragon a piece of his mind. Toshiro stole a glance at Rangiku, who was still talking, but thankfully not looking at him. Seeing his golden opportunity, he jumped out of his chair and held himself tighter with both hands and wiggled around, dancing a bit. When Rangiku looked back over, he quickly changed his dancing to jogging and took his hands out and put them into motion. "What? It's good to keep your blood flowing!" He snapped in irritation at her, and she nodded and sipped her tea. Glad that he at least got that out of his system, he sat back down and read the first question he was expected to answer: 1. How would you describe the overall atmosphere of your squad? Be as specific as possible! Too easy. He scratched down his answer and chewed on the end of his brush, skimming through the rest of the questions. They were all questions related to his squad and how well his subordinates worked together, and he easily answered all of them and pushed that paper to the side. Looking up at Rangiku, he saw that she had left the room at some point, taking the tea-tray with her. Another opportunity! Not wasting any more time, lest Rangiku come back and he lost his chance, he dragged the trash can over to his desk and stood in front of it, hurriedly untying his sash that kept his robes together. He managed to untie that and pushed his captain's robe out of the way, but before he could go any further, the familiar cracking sound of his office door being opened reached his ears and he sat back down, tying his sash under his desk. Damn that woman! Why did she have a knack for coming in at the most inopportune times? "Captain! They were all out of tea in our squad's kitchen, so I brought us some orange juice instead!" Rangiku said cheerfully, bringing in a pitcher of the orange drink with two glasses. She softly set it on Toshiro's desk, but instead of taking a drink for herself, she sat back down at the couch. "Isane-san said that should help your stomach-ache!" "Oh, perfect then." Toshiro stated, and after Rangiku stared at him intensely, he quickly realized what she was waiting for him to do. "You mean, I have to drink a cup? Right now?!" "Yes! I can't bare to have my captain sick!" Rangiku said in a genuinely kind tone. ".....Fine." He nervously tipped the pitcher and filled the cup up half-way, a difficult task with how much he was shaking, and he quickly gulped it all down. "There, I drank it." "Now let's see if it works!" Rangiku said in a cheerful voice. "Yes." Toshiro struggled to keep his focus on his paperwork, but his bladder was loudly screaming in protest, upset that he dared to add more liquid to it. A particularly violent spasm overtook him and he crammed both hands into his crotch, shaking. "What's wrong with you?" Rangiku demanded, leaning over his desk. Toshiro looked up and jumped at how close she was, releasing a few damp, warm spurts into his undergarments, making his eyes widen. He tightly held himself with both hands, feeling his red blush radiate off his face. "I told you, it's just a stomach-ache!" He insisted, leaning against his desk and standing up. "Are you sure? You're acting just like Nanao-san was earlier when she-!" Rangiku's eyes widened as she suddenly realized what was wrong, and glanced back over at him. "Captain...?" "I'm fine! It's a stomach-ache!" He insisted for the last time, pushing her out of the way and darting out of his office, running into his squad's common room. A few of his subordinates were hanging out in there, reading, talking, or finishing up some last-minute breakfast they couldn't finish in the cafeteria. Nobody had noticed him yet. He figured if he just went outside, away from everyone, he'd save himself the humiliation of being known as the only captain to wet himself, which was of course an assumption, but his brain could only focus on one thing at the moment, and logic wasn't it. So very slowly, he walked through the common room, not holding himself, taking the smallest possible baby steps ever. He could do this, he could make it, he could do this! "Captain! Will you tell the truth about what's wrong with you? I know you're not sick with a stomach-ache!" -The dam broke. Toshiro quickly grabbed his crotch with no hands, but it did very little to deter the powerful stream that simply sprayed between his fingers. The front of his robe was getting soaked, and the mess was bad enough to drip down his legs and into his socks and shoes. A large puddle was quickly spreading between his feet, and his face burned a bright red so hot it'd burn to the touch. Nobody moved, said, or did anything was they watched their proud captain wet himself like the little kid he actually was. Tears streamed down his face, making his shame even worse. He begged the stream to just end, but once it did, he prayed for it to start up again, just because the silence was deafening. "Captain..." Rangiku's voice sounded gentle, and she reached out a hand and put it on Toshiro's head. "Don't you guys know? Wetting yourself is the coolest thing now!" She said in a cheerful voice, her smile returning, and before Toshiro's eyes, his lieutenant started to wet herself purposefully, grinning at him the whole time. The stream must've darkened her robes, but they were black, so the evidence wasn't easily seen there. The only proof anything was going on at all was the dark yellow stream that was rapidly falling from between her legs, which she currently had spread apart. She sighed in relief as she was doing it, which proved to Toshiro that she had to go just as badly as he did, maybe a little less, and was just much better at hiding it. The common room remained silent as they watched not only their captain, but their lieutenant wet themselves, their two puddles combining into one. Once Rangiku was done, they all looked at each other nervously, unsure of what to say or do. "Well? Go on, get out of here! And never breathe a word of what happened in here today to anyone! Otherwise, I'll find out about it and I'll report all of you at the next lieutenants' meeting! You don't want that, so go!" Rangiku suddenly ordered, and once the thought of being reported to the more scarier-lieutenants with even scarier captains finally sunk in, the common room was cleared out within a matter of moments, everyone running off in a different direction for their rooms. Afterwards, she simply smiled at Toshiro. "Let's clean you up before you get sick, alright?" "Matsumoto.....but why?" He asked. "I couldn't let my captain get embarrassed like that, now could I? Besides, did you think I could drink tea all day and not have to pee? I was going to go earlier, but seeing how desperate you were...." She smiled more. "Don't pull a stunt like that again." Toshiro said sternly. "You don't want to be made fun of too!" "Oh, nobody's going to make fun of me. Now come on, let's put you in a bath!" She easily dragged her captain along, pulling him outside towards the hot springs. "Luckily our clothes are black, so nobody can tell we wet ourselves, huh? It'll be our little secret!" "Not much of a secret when the whole common room saw us." Toshiro grumbled. "Since we're both a mess, why don't we save both time and water by bathing together? It'll be fun!" Rangiku smiled brightly. "MATSUMOTO!"
  20. Woah, dammit, how long has it been since I last submitted stuff here? Possibly a century or two. But heh, what to do, life and lack of inspiration had caught me and only now I managed to go out of it ^w^; ((Another good excuse is: My best-friend aka my ex-girlfriend yes we're still friends has made me join the Magi fandom, so my time now is dedicated to Aladdin in its fullest. Omorashi doesn't suit him.)) Well... It's been a long while since I posted THIS atrocity: https://omorashi.org/gallery/image/6218-oh-those-lovely-childhood-memories/ It was bugging the shit out of me, so I just went like: "Well, damn, I'll redo this thing". And I did. It took a while, but it's finally here and I'm REALLY proud of how it turned out, with an exception for the blue sky. Why do I never manage to make blue skies properly? Q-Q And as you can see, I changed my style... AGAIN. Lol consistent art-style, what's that? And a last thing... YES, it's a boy. And YES, it's my OC Denny.You might ask "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS HAIR?!"... It grew |DDDD I was tired of him being mistaken by my other OC, Quinn, so i just went wild and told to myself (and to my bff): "I'm gonna make his hair longer"... And I did |DDDDD Was worth it, he never looked so shota adorable ^w^ Well, I'm tired of talking and you're possibly tired of reading. So here it is. Enjoy :3 ((P.S - This time, there isn't a Non-Omo version. It might have later, but for now, there isn't. P.P.S - The file's name is stupid.)) Sketch made in about 10 minutes, or so. Coloring made within a hour and a half.
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    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi

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    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi

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    Commando's Summer Omorashi

    It's been a while since I posted some fresh drawings so here: This is themed for the end of summer. Female: Male: Loli + Shota:
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    malefemale omorashi

    From the album: boys omorashi