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Inktail 503 Posted October 8, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 8, 2021 I actually got around to completing another piece recently, which was a follow-up to an older drawing I did a good number of years ago. I also wrote a little something to accompany it. ----- It was late on Friday night - or maybe even early on Saturday morning. Lex wasn't really sure, but to be fair he had more important things that were demanding his attention. This particular round of TF2 had been going on for the best part of half an hour, and after having been on the verge of winning twice in a row, his team were now pushed back to their own side and clinging onto the match by the skin of their teeth. If they lost this, they lost the whole thing. So Lex continued to sit, hunched and stiff, focusing intently - occasionally grimacing and fidgeting - and tried to gather the strength to hold on and push back. But while the goings-on above the surface of the desk could be described as cool and collected, the view from below was increasingly telling a different story. Lex's bottom half, adorned with a pair of navy blue boxers and a set of rather effeminate thigh-high socks, was more obviously betraying the main pressure from the evening. He couldn't quite seem to keep his knees still, and they would dance involuntarily from side to side; his thighs were tensing and squeezing back and forth with an increasing frequency, and his toe pads splayed and flexed in and out around the spokes on the base of his chair. Each time he died while playing, one hand would jump almost unconsciously to his crotch and he'd squeeze himself, rocking his hips a little in the chair and sucking a pained breath in through his teeth, before taking a gulp and respawning into the fight once more. Squinting, Lex tried to pull his focus back to the game. His team had just pushed back and captured one point, but had failed to maintain enough presence and were losing it again. Each time there was another capture in one direction or another it was an extra five minutes on the clock, and even if they clawed this round back, they'd have to win another two to claim the match. With his breathing growing shallow, and searching somewhat frantically around the battlefield for someone to heal, he glanced sideways at the two empty cans of soft drink and the bottle of water that lurked, taunting him, in the dusk at the side of his desk. Two hours ago the cans were full; over the period that had followed, their contents had slowly been sipping its way inside him as he'd made his way through a number of casual matches. But now, a round down in the match that actually mattered, it was flowing relentlessly into his now uncomfortably full bladder, and was showing no signs of stopping. And bang. Lex sat up sharply, broken from his momentary reverie - a sniper had taken advantage of his lack of attention and had picked him off from a far corner, and he was back in the respawn queue. Swearing under his breath, his left hand leapt to his crotch again, digging in and squeezing as he wrapped his thighs in around it. "Fuck! God damn it." He gulped in air, grimacing pulling his shoulders in, taking a second to help move some of the stress off his strained bladder muscles. His hips and knees wiggled from side to side, oscillating in complement to each other, and his feet gripped the spokes of his chair once more. "Man, I really need to piss," he muttered under his breath. Then, with a pained sigh, he got back to gaming. Being honest, Lex couldn't quite claim that the situation he now found himself in was one he hadn't been working towards. The socks were brand new, bought especially because he found them rather attractive, and the boxers were super light and unimposing. As well as being exceedingly comfortable (and making him feel quite sexy, if he dared say so himself), the choice of clothing left his bladder area free of any constriction that jeans or a belt might have forced upon him. It was Friday, after all, and he'd just wanted to chill out, play a few games, and...well, maybe try not to do anything other than those two things for a little while. What he hadn't counted on was this match running on for quite as long as it had. He'd expected his team to get well and truly beaten within the first few minutes, so hadn't thought anything of the growing itch sitting in his bladder as things went rather swiftly downhill in the first round. However, his team had fought back unexpectedly valliantly, to the point where he was sure they were going to break even - twice - and then after a solid twenty minutes of attrition the chance begin slipping away. Now he was emotionally invested, intoxicated by the win that had been just out of reach, and even if it meant fighting through two more rounds, against both the enemy team and a desperate need to pee, he was going to do it. And somehow, miraculously, the team was gaining ground once again. They captured one control point back, and then another, putting themselves in majority control. Lex remained firmly in the zone, both hands at the controls and eyes fixed on his objective, while his restless legs bobbed and clenched incessantly under the desk in front of him. His knees swayed wide apart and then squeezed back together, over and over, creasing his boxers tantalisingly each time around his sheath. He could feel his muscles aching for some help, any help, holding onto the burden of his bladder, now throbbing urgently and relentlessly, feeling impossibly full and somehow still growing fuller. Suddenly, an electric shock snapped down Lex's spine. A spy had managed to creep up on him completely unexpectedly, killing him with a single, impeccably-timed backstab. The adrenaline from the gathering momentum of the match shot through him at once, convulsing his shoulders and his gut, and with an involuntary shudder his tired and over-stretched bladder muscles faltered. Before Lex could help himself, a jet of hot pee had escaped; it sprung ecstatically from his powerless sheath, between his unprepared legs which were momentarily wide open, and splattered onto the inside of his underwear. "Gah-!!" Lex let out a cry, helpless and paralysed for a beat, and then he clamped his legs shut and plunged both hands between his thighs, squeezing his crotch with all his might. He could barely contain himself - it was like the rest of the contents of his bladder had sensed freedom and was fighting against him. He couldn't stop another little spurt from escaping, and then another, the pent-up remnants of his previous drinks soaking, tantalisingly warm, into the material of his boxers and the fur on his paws. He shut his eyes, held his breath, and clenched. And the pressure subsided, just a touch, just enough for his exhausted bladder muscles to grapple and regain control. Gasping a little for breath, Lex removed his trembling hands to reveal the now darkening patch on the front of his underwear, spreading slowly out from the source of the leak. He crossed his legs, and wiped the few drops of errant pee from his hands onto the sides of his long, bright socks. He'd wanted to push himself a little bit this evening, but not to have a full-on accident; but he couldn't leave the match now, not when they were so close to breaking back. Then, glancing back at his computer monitor, he saw the bottle of water. He gulped. It was full, but it might be his only option. If he could finish it - and then if the team could win - the time between the rounds might be enough for him to relieve himself adequately, and then just maybe go on to take the match. Sighing reluctantly, Lex grabbed the full bottle with one hand and his aching crotch with the other. He cracked open the top and forced down as much fluid as he could before the upcoming respawn timer expired, while his crossed legs trembled folornly beneath him. By the time he had slammed it back down onto the desk and picked up the computer mouse once more, a quarter of the bottle had gone. "OK", he muttered breathlessly, in visible discomfort. "Come on, Lex, you can do this." And for all of the discomfort, his resolve seemed to be working. The team pushed forward again, taking the penultimate point and for the third time that evening being poised to win the round. Lex tried with all his might to stay focused, constantly checking for spies, grunting and whispering under his breath with increasing frequency each time he succumbed to the other team and was forced to drink more water. "I need a wee. I need a wee. My god, I need a wee." A sharp inhale. "I need to go, I need to go. Not long." Another death, another swig. "Can't go yet. Just hold on. Hold it. Hold it. We're almost there." Another death. No matter what they did, Lex's team couldn't seem to quite push forward with enough strength. But then, after another sniper sneakily picked him off yet again, Lex realised that the bottle he was holding was now empty. It wouldn't be long. He just had to hold on for a few more minutes. Unable to help himself, Lex plunged his hands back between his writhing legs and squeezed with all his might. Those few minutes had better happen quickly, because he could feel himself reaching the verge of losing control. The two cans were bad enough, but the extra bottle of water had zipped through him like lightning, and was about to push him over the edge. His bladder muscles faltered again, and another few irresistable spurts eeked their way out into his spoiled underwear and began running down the outside of his socks. And then, suddenly, a spy from his own team had crept forwards and had taken out the remaining sentry nest behind the enemy lines. Before Lex could remove his hands from his progressively dampening groin, the rest of the team had pushed forward. Instinctively, he snatched the empty bottle and wrestled with the cap. "Fuck yes, we've got it!" And they had. No sonner had the victory fanfare rung out than Lex had ripped the bottle open, thrust his stained underwear to the floor, held the trembling neck of the bottle over his desperate sheath and let loose. The urgent, long-held piss leapt from within him with barely a squeeze. Lex gasped in pure relief as he was finally able to let the hot stream gush out with force, splattering and coating the inside of the bottle. He leaned in, sitting forward in his chair and jamming his crotch further into the plastic as the gush became a torrent, echoing around his bedroom like applause. Lex sat, completely frozen in his chair, flushed and immersed in bliss, revelling speechlessly in his long-earned piss. But then his ears perked. There was another sound - a quiter, gentler pattering, and a warmth that was soaking into his hand that was holding the bottle. He looked down. The bottle was already full - how?? - and was beginning to overflow. Rivulets of pee were running from the neck down onto the ground between his feet, while he continued to piss at full force into the neck. "Oh, shit - !" Lex tried desperately to clench his bladder muscles once more, but they were so exhausted from the previous match that he could barely control them. The torrent slowed to a dribble, but refused to stop, and the bottle was overflowing more now, dribbling incessantly into the growing puddle on the bedroom floor. Panicking, Lex shoved the now full bottle back onto his desk, its contents slopping a little over the sides. Still unable to completely control his bladder, he pulled his boxers up from around his feet in an attempt to stem the persistent trickle of pee he was now sprinkling over the carpet below, and clutched himself once again. "Fuck! Stop, stop - !!" With both hands grappling with his crotch, Lex was just about able to hold in the last of the dribbles. He sat rigid, holding himself, feeling his need ebb slowly as the muscles in his abdomen recovered. His bladder was much emptier now, but an embarassingly noticeable part of that relief was now spread liberally over the carpet around his seat. However, before he had time to pause and consider what exactly he was going to do next, his computer monitor lit up again. The next round was about to start. With a reluctant groan, Lex let go of his soaking wet boxers and returned his attention to the match. "Well", he muttered to himself, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement welling within him as a few trickles slipped their way down inside his long socks. "At least I don't need to pee any more." SakuraIkana, Derpysquid, Zelenyy and 5 others 6 2 Quote Link to comment
Zelenyy 3 Posted October 9, 2021 Share Posted October 9, 2021 Ayyy you're back! with new art and an awesome story! Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted October 11, 2021 Author Share Posted October 11, 2021 I'm sorry I'm so infrequent 😛 I miss the days of being in uni and having the dedication (not to mention the time) to draw something from start to finish in one evening while the mood took me. Derpysquid 1 Quote Link to comment
Derpysquid 44 Posted October 11, 2021 Share Posted October 11, 2021 Well it's nice to see you back! And the story and pic are super super good!! Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted November 3, 2021 Author Share Posted November 3, 2021 Four mugs of tea down, and with really only token protection, Feyn's just trying to see how long he can hang in there before it has to come off. A fiver says it'll be before the next hour is up. Leaky Bunnie, BlueRaven and Zelenyy 3 Quote Link to comment
Alex Cubed 35 Posted November 5, 2021 Share Posted November 5, 2021 Back, and with a sequel with a story. Amazing. Feyn and Lex are such cuties. Your artwork and scenes are great. Inktail 1 Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted December 15, 2021 Author Share Posted December 15, 2021 Lex began his trip under the assumption that scratching his burgeoning itch could wait until he got home, but I think he's coming to regret that decision. Derpysquid, Leaky Bunnie, Varys and 3 others 3 3 Quote Link to comment
Derpysquid 44 Posted December 17, 2021 Share Posted December 17, 2021 Aw this is so good! I love the bladder pic and the text! Quote Link to comment
BMTBG 1 Posted January 30, 2022 Share Posted January 30, 2022 I just made an account purely so I can tell you that your art is fucking phenomenal. For some reason, nothing turns me on more than furry omorashi and I would pay to see more of your work. I love the design of your characters, I love the scenarios you created for them, and I especially love the little poems you sometimes add to your drawings. And, the cherry on top, I love that you draw both male and female characters which is just the best. If you have a patreon, I would love to support you and your art. Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted April 9, 2022 Author Share Posted April 9, 2022 Thanks, I appreciate it! Honestly I don't really draw all that much any more, mainly because of precious little free time (many of these were drawn back when I was in uni), and because I just tend to follow the mood when it takes me. As cool as a Patreon would be, I don't have anything like enough of a regular schedule to have people pay to see the few pieces I do make. I prefer to just upload them here as and when. Basil Ferret and BlueRaven 2 Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted April 20, 2022 Author Share Posted April 20, 2022 Something slightly different! This was not drawn by me, but was a commission I got of Vesper, drawn by FoxUdders on Twitter. https://twitter.com/foxudders/status/1515797249204396038 Nature can call at the most inconvenient times... Even during a dangerous mission! BlueRaven, CatFood and Derpysquid 3 Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted August 21, 2022 Author Share Posted August 21, 2022 Not my usual subject matter, but I thought I'd give it a go. I think Lex is too embarrassed to use the bathroom so close to someone else spending time in there... Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted June 17, 2023 Author Share Posted June 17, 2023 Double trouble today! I recently redid an old piece from my uni days, and realised I hadn't even uploaded the original here! So you get both. Poor Lex is having terrible luck with public bathrooms. Rvlis 1 Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted June 27, 2023 Author Share Posted June 27, 2023 Another piece not drawn by me, but one I commissioned from Very Loud Opossum: https://twitter.com/veryloudopossum Feyn has very little shame, even if he has an audience. This pit stop with a full bladder may well have been self-inflicted. Rvlis and GermanShepherd 2 Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted July 2, 2023 Author Share Posted July 2, 2023 Vesper was having a lovely time sampling the cocktails he'd insisted on picking up en route to his latest party. A couple of glasses in, though, a little inconvenience started nagging away - and fifteen minutes of sipping later it had become urgent enough for him to pipe up. They were almost there, right? LifeIsStrange, Rvlis and BlueRaven 2 1 Quote Link to comment
Inktail 503 Posted December 13, 2023 Author Share Posted December 13, 2023 (edited) Seems Vesper's just about managed to get to his event with his pride intact. Unfortunately for him he's already been recognised, and talking important business agreements isn't the easiest when you're busting. (Not sure why the previous post's attachment didn't work, so I'm re-including it here) Edited December 13, 2023 by Inktail (see edit history) Derpysquid, Denny Crash, Rvlis and 3 others 3 3 Quote Link to comment
Fungus1996 2 Posted December 13, 2023 Share Posted December 13, 2023 Nic 1 hour ago, Inktail said: Seems Vesper's just about managed to get to his event with his pride intact. Unfortunately for him he's already been recognised, and talking important business agreements isn't the easiest when you're busting. (Not sure why the previous post's attachment didn't work, so I'm re-including it here) First time i see your art,and i like it!specially Vesper,i really like his design!<3 Inktail 1 Quote Link to comment
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