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", "writing": "Rory sat with one leg draped over the other on a park bench enjoying a cold bottle of his favorite iced tea flavored drink. The sun was high in the late morning sky and a light wind slid through the trees surrounding the verdant field. Beside him sat Jaime, who he considered more than just a friend. The cheetah was just finishing his lunch.\n\nThe little grey wolf had dressed in his best clothes for his day with Jaime. It almost looked like a school uniform; a white buttoned top with a plaid skirt that stopped a couple of inches above his thin little knees and a small pink scarf that was more for decoration than any function. His pitch black hair normally flowed from his head like a stream darkened by the night, but this time he made an effort to tie it back.\n\nHe let the front of his hair hang loose while the back was tied up, to keep his femininity. As his cheetah friend finished his meal, he put an arm around the smaller boy. Jaime kissed his girly little boyfriend on the cheek and rubbed his thigh. “Let’s get out of here,” Jaime pulled himself close to Rory and lifted his water bottle; taking a big mouthful of the clear liquid.\n\nRory lifted his iced tea; on a warm day like this, nothing hit the spot in quite the same way as this particular brand of iced tea. Though he suspected that it was nothing more than flavored water, he still loved it in the summer time.\n\nHe finally swallowed as the last of the straw-colored liquid disappeared into his little cubby gullet. Both the boys stood up and turned away from the arboreal expanse beyond the park and towards the town. Given that Rory was a very convincing cross-dresser, they had no reservations about holding hands or even kissing a little bit in public.\n\nAs they walked from the soft grass to the hard pavement of the footpath, their pace slowed down a bit to enjoy the scenery a little more. In order to get back to Rory’s house, they had to go through the heart of the town, a commercial district girt on all sides by quiet residential areas. They strolled down a quiet street, passing only a few elderly furs in their gardens and one jogger.\n\nWith the park a good half a mile behind them, Rory felt a familiar urgency in his panties. A light tingling sensation in his cock brought the slight tightness in his bladder to the front of his mind. He thought for a moment about holding it in for a while, but Rory had a particularly sensitive bladder and could never hold it in for very long.\n\nThe shops were still a distant thing on the horizon and Rory walked with his legs as close together as possible. He lifted his head up towards Jaime’s and whispered his need to the older male. “I need to piss,” he looked up at Jaime for a response.\n“Well, there’s a bush over there, I’ll stand by and make sure no one sees.”\n“No,” Rory blushed and looked down at his skirt. “I can’t pee in public.”\n\nJaime sighed. “Well, there’s bound to be a public toilet around here, can you hold on till we find one?”\n“I guess so,” Rory put a hand on his skirt front and pinched his little member’s tip between thumb and forefinger in hopes to choke back the desire to urinate. He kept his paw loose so as to not draw too much attention to his unusual action.\n\nAs the pair continued down the road, Rory was successfully able to pull his thoughts away from his bladder, allowing the sensation to slip far enough into his subconscious that he could no longer feel it. He attempted to keep the crude mental façade as they walked but each step saw that task grow harder and harder.\n\nA few houses had sprinkler systems spraying the nourishing liquid across their gardens and lawns; feeding the flourishing plants with the nectar of life. As a sort of cruel joke from the hands of fate, four houses in a row had someone watering their gardens and the fifth house had a long front yard and about six cubs taking turns in sliding across a wet, soapy plastic sheet. The gentle susurrus of the running hose brought all the sensations that Rory tried to stifle rushing back to him in one wave.\n\nA couple of the cubs noticed as he pulled his paw away from Jaime’s grip, pushed his thighs together and grasped the front of his skirt with both hands. He scurried off with Jaime at his heels. The cheetah took his paw back and walked him down the street, offering words of comfort. “Hey, it’s all right.” He released his paw and put his arm around his thin shoulders.\n\n“I’m sure we’ll find a toilet soon.” The warmth of Jaime’s arms and his strong arm was all the reassurance Rory needed but while it calmed him down, it did nothing to alleviate the pain of his full bladder. His tightly tensed thighs made his walking slower and more awkward, but the pair powered through it.\n\nThe feeling of fullness covered Rory’s body, consuming his mind. As a drone beneath the warm arm over his shoulders, cool wind on his face and occasional contact with Jaime was the undeniably intense sensation. Rory checked his watch; it had only been twenty minutes since the pressure first made itself known but it felt like nearly an eternity. The little grey wolf did his best to snuggle up to Jaime as they walked; he always felt better beneath his arm.\n\nIn the distance Jaime could see more and more of what had set Rory’s senses into a tizzy; running garden hoses and even a water fountain in the approaching park. He quickly diverted his course and turned Rory towards the quiet road. He gave both directions a look and crossed the silent road. As his shoed feet hit the graveled road he felt something himself.\n\nIt was only a slight thing, a stinging in the back of his mind, urgency deep in his conscious. He wasn’t going let on that he needed to go too. He pushed on with Rory, watching the small park grow on the horizon.\n\nThe scents of the luscious gardens that covered the small park wafted toward them as the sounds of the city drew louder and louder. The sensations plaguing Jaime grew worse and worse with each step. If he felt this bad already, he could only shudder to think what it felt for Rory. The corner of a small brick building brought a smile to Jaime’s face and quickened his pace.\n\nBy the time the little signs displaying the gender of each part of the public toilet came into view, Jaime was running with Rory tethered to him paw in paw. In that moment the pain in Rory faded away. He’d never particularly liked public toilets; often they were dirty or at the very least smelled awful, but this one was a utopia.\n\nIt was the empty seat on a bus when his feet could handle his weight no more; a warm meal when his stomach groaned and gurgled for food; an oasis in the dunes of his urinary torment. Oasis, the thought lingered and just like an oasis may appear to a man taxed by the heat of the sun, the reality dawned as they approached and the mirage faded. His optimism had built him up for a higher fall.\n\nThey turned around a wall and saw the tough metal gate preventing their entry. A sign marked the door that stymied them. \tCLOSED DUE TO VANDALISM\tit read. Rory dropped to his knees and clutched his penis desperately, hoping to dispel the sensations and keep his urine within him.\n\nJaime slammed his fist against the bricks and winced silently at the pain. It hurt and it hurt a lot. He turned to Rory and saw the cute little wolf’s tears. Nothing hurt more to him than that. “Hey,” he gently held his friend under the armpits and lifted him up, pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay, buddy,” Rory embraced the cheetah and let his tears absorb into Jaime’s shirt.\n\nJaime looked to either side and then back at Rory. “No one will see if you do it here.” He turned to the door. “Just pee through the gaps in the door,” Rory blushed and looked almost offended when Jaime pulled his own cock out.\n“No!” He said quietly. “I can’t pee in public! I’m a girl, remember?” Jaime looked pensive as he tucked his cock back into his pants.\n“Just… um… squat?” He said nervously.\n\nRory frowned at him and he laughed nervously. “Come on, Rory, I know you need to go pretty bad.”\n“No,” he said stubbornly. “There are shops in the middle of town; we’ll use one of their bathrooms.” Jaime sighed and zipped up his jeans; extending it out for Rory to hold onto.\n\nThey walked slowly through the park with a blanket of dejection hanging over them. Neither of them spoke; they were each too focused on keeping the pain just beyond their realm of sensation. Their success was minimal but it helped a little. As they neared the very edge of a park a happy little red fox kit ran up passed them and up to a bush.\n\nWithout a moment’s hesitation, the kit’s shorts fell to his ankles and his colorful boy briefs immediately followed. The boy lifted his shirt and looked down intently as his own little bladder emptied in a surge of bright yellow liquid. His soft little tail swayed gently as he poured his juvenile urine onto the base of the green shrub.\n\nThe kit was proud of himself for going all on his own, and his parents stood a meter or so away, proudly encouraging the public urination. “Tourists,” Rory would have grumbled were they not in earshot. He tried his best to focus on everything but the sound of the kit’s urine splashing against the dirt but Rory had never realized how difficult it was to deliberately not think about something. The pair made tracks and found themselves in the shadow of a two-story building and well away from peeing kits.\n\nAt a brisk pace, they passed much of the urban area. The gas station appeared around the corner and the boys broke into a jog towards it. As a preventative measure, their bodies had stimulated erections. Jaime wasn’t shy at all about his jeans showing off his impressive – for his age at least – member but Rory wouldn’t be able to explain it if someone saw a little wolf cock pitching a tent in a skirt.\n\nThe toilets were on the side of the building and they had a similar sign as the public toilets. LOCKED BY ORDER OF MANAGEMENT – TOILETS AVAILABLE TO CUSTOMERS ONLY. Desperate, Jaime fished through his wallet for enough money for anything. A few cents fell from his coin pocket and rubbed his eyes with his paw. “Rory, I don’t have any money.” He could see it in Rory’s face again; he was getting ready to cry.\n\nJust as he was about to squeeze out the first tear, his eyes opened wide and his paws slammed down on his crotch. “We’ve got to find a quiet place now.” He grabbed Jaime’s arm and pulled him along the foot path to the alley behind the gas station. \n\nThe alleyway was darkened by the shadows of the surrounding buildings. Rory ran passed the employee exit and behind an overfilled dumpster. Behind it looked to be the best possible spot. Rory lifted his skirt and noticed the darkened spot on the tight pink panties where his penis ended. He slid the soft underwear down from his waist and along his thin thighs.\n\nHis little stiffy sprung up as the waistband of his panties slipped off and left the cocklet exposed to the air. The air was cold on his damp tip and he shivered a little bit. Beside him, Jaime unzipped his jeans in a blur and struggled to get his half-hard cock out of his underwear. Rory eyed his penis a little longer as he aimed it at the base of the wall.\n\nIt stalled a moment; the last moment in the cheetah’s agony before the flood gates opened. Jaime let out a long, deep sigh as the first drops of the drink he finished forty minutes earlier hit the wall. The golden stream bore down on the painted brick wall so hard it threatened to strip the paint. Rory squatted like the good girl he was, retracting his foreskin and aiming his penis downward with one hand.\n\nJust before his own flow let loose, the smell from Jaime’s stream wafted up into his nose. It was faint but very distinct. Rory closed his and eyes and breathed deep of the tainted air before squeezing his bladder as best he could.\n\nWith a long, girly sigh he let loose in what first was a dribble but quickly exploded into a rapid rush of stronger smelling urine that the larger male painted the wall with. Where Jaime’s urine was splashing and the sound of rushing liquid against something hard Rory’s was almost silent. He opened his eyes and looked down at where his urine was landing.\n\nIn place of the small damp patch that marred his otherwise pristine panties, now the only dry parts were the straps on the outer sides of his legs. Now that his stream had started, he couldn’t halt it even if he wanted to. Instead he simply watched as his golden waste fluids soaked his panties and slowly formed puddle beneath him.\n\nJaime aimed his across the wall, covering as much space as he could. Were the stream not flowing down to cover the base of the wall, he’d had painted his name or something else like that. He kept the stream away from Rory as he bore down and forced out the rest of his bladder.\n\nOf the two, Jaime was the first to finish. He shivered as a chill ran up his body; the last drops of his pee dripping out onto the thoroughly soaked ground. He shook his penis a few times to let the stray drops fall away and leave him dry. Rory took a little longer; he lifted his skirt and peed like a real boy, a squatting boy, however.\n\nHis uncut member curved slightly to the right and that was where the tapering stream of urine landed. Rory stood and lifted his feet out of the leg holes in his panties, leaving the pee soaked undergarments on the cold floor. The excess pee from Rory’s bladder dripped down onto the floor with a near silent splat.\n\nHe shook liberally and simply let his skirt cover the boyhood. He reached forward and took Jaime by the cock before he could tuck it away. “I’ve never peed in public before…” he whispered lasciviously. “And I’m feeling a little adventurous.” Rory could feel him stiffening slightly in his grip but he could also feel his hesitation.\n“Maybe some other time,” he pulled away and tucked his cock back in his pants. “Come on, sweetie,” he winked at Rory and draped his arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you a new pair of panties.” Rory giggled.\n“I kinda like not wearing any.” The pair walked out of the alleyway, their bladders empty and the breeze gracing Rory’s soft member.\n\nAs they exited the Alley, they passed one skunk; he wore the gas station uniform and leaned against the wall; breathing deep of a cigarette. Rory walked quickly to escape the cloud of smoke. The moment the two furs disappeared around the corner, the skunk scurried into the alleyway and lifted the soaked panties from the ground.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rory sat with one leg draped over the other on a park bench enjoying a cold bottle of his favorite iced tea flavored drink. The sun was high in the late morning sky and a light wind slid through the trees surrounding the verdant field. Beside him sat Jaime, who he considered more than just a friend. The cheetah was just finishing his lunch.

The little grey wolf had dressed in his best clothes for his day with Jaime. It almost looked like a school uniform; a white buttoned top with a plaid skirt that stopped a couple of inches above his thin little knees and a small pink scarf that was more for decoration than any function. His pitch black hair normally flowed from his head like a stream darkened by the night, but this time he made an effort to tie it back.

He let the front of his hair hang loose while the back was tied up, to keep his femininity. As his cheetah friend finished his meal, he put an arm around the smaller boy. Jaime kissed his girly little boyfriend on the cheek and rubbed his thigh. “Let’s get out of here,” Jaime pulled himself close to Rory and lifted his water bottle; taking a big mouthful of the clear liquid.

Rory lifted his iced tea; on a warm day like this, nothing hit the spot in quite the same way as this particular brand of iced tea. Though he suspected that it was nothing more than flavored water, he still loved it in the summer time.

He finally swallowed as the last of the straw-colored liquid disappeared into his little cubby gullet. Both the boys stood up and turned away from the arboreal expanse beyond the park and towards the town. Given that Rory was a very convincing cross-dresser, they had no reservations about holding hands or even kissing a little bit in public.

As they walked from the soft grass to the hard pavement of the footpath, their pace slowed down a bit to enjoy the scenery a little more. In order to get back to Rory’s house, they had to go through the heart of the town, a commercial district girt on all sides by quiet residential areas. They strolled down a quiet street, passing only a few elderly furs in their gardens and one jogger.

With the park a good half a mile behind them, Rory felt a familiar urgency in his panties. A light tingling sensation in his cock brought the slight tightness in his bladder to the front of his mind. He thought for a moment about holding it in for a while, but Rory had a particularly sensitive bladder and could never hold it in for very long.

The shops were still a distant thing on the horizon and Rory walked with his legs as close together as possible. He lifted his head up towards Jaime’s and whispered his need to the older male. “I need to piss,” he looked up at Jaime for a response.
“Well, there’s a bush over there, I’ll stand by and make sure no one sees.”
“No,” Rory blushed and looked down at his skirt. “I can’t pee in public.”

Jaime sighed. “Well, there’s bound to be a public toilet around here, can you hold on till we find one?”
“I guess so,” Rory put a hand on his skirt front and pinched his little member’s tip between thumb and forefinger in hopes to choke back the desire to urinate. He kept his paw loose so as to not draw too much attention to his unusual action.

As the pair continued down the road, Rory was successfully able to pull his thoughts away from his bladder, allowing the sensation to slip far enough into his subconscious that he could no longer feel it. He attempted to keep the crude mental façade as they walked but each step saw that task grow harder and harder.

A few houses had sprinkler systems spraying the nourishing liquid across their gardens and lawns; feeding the flourishing plants with the nectar of life. As a sort of cruel joke from the hands of fate, four houses in a row had someone watering their gardens and the fifth house had a long front yard and about six cubs taking turns in sliding across a wet, soapy plastic sheet. The gentle susurrus of the running hose brought all the sensations that Rory tried to stifle rushing back to him in one wave.

A couple of the cubs noticed as he pulled his paw away from Jaime’s grip, pushed his thighs together and grasped the front of his skirt with both hands. He scurried off with Jaime at his heels. The cheetah took his paw back and walked him down the street, offering words of comfort. “Hey, it’s all right.” He released his paw and put his arm around his thin shoulders.

“I’m sure we’ll find a toilet soon.” The warmth of Jaime’s arms and his strong arm was all the reassurance Rory needed but while it calmed him down, it did nothing to alleviate the pain of his full bladder. His tightly tensed thighs made his walking slower and more awkward, but the pair powered through it.

The feeling of fullness covered Rory’s body, consuming his mind. As a drone beneath the warm arm over his shoulders, cool wind on his face and occasional contact with Jaime was the undeniably intense sensation. Rory checked his watch; it had only been twenty minutes since the pressure first made itself known but it felt like nearly an eternity. The little grey wolf did his best to snuggle up to Jaime as they walked; he always felt better beneath his arm.

In the distance Jaime could see more and more of what had set Rory’s senses into a tizzy; running garden hoses and even a water fountain in the approaching park. He quickly diverted his course and turned Rory towards the quiet road. He gave both directions a look and crossed the silent road. As his shoed feet hit the graveled road he felt something himself.

It was only a slight thing, a stinging in the back of his mind, urgency deep in his conscious. He wasn’t going let on that he needed to go too. He pushed on with Rory, watching the small park grow on the horizon.

The scents of the luscious gardens that covered the small park wafted toward them as the sounds of the city drew louder and louder. The sensations plaguing Jaime grew worse and worse with each step. If he felt this bad already, he could only shudder to think what it felt for Rory. The corner of a small brick building brought a smile to Jaime’s face and quickened his pace.

By the time the little signs displaying the gender of each part of the public toilet came into view, Jaime was running with Rory tethered to him paw in paw. In that moment the pain in Rory faded away. He’d never particularly liked public toilets; often they were dirty or at the very least smelled awful, but this one was a utopia.

It was the empty seat on a bus when his feet could handle his weight no more; a warm meal when his stomach groaned and gurgled for food; an oasis in the dunes of his urinary torment. Oasis, the thought lingered and just like an oasis may appear to a man taxed by the heat of the sun, the reality dawned as they approached and the mirage faded. His optimism had built him up for a higher fall.

They turned around a wall and saw the tough metal gate preventing their entry. A sign marked the door that stymied them. \tCLOSED DUE TO VANDALISM\tit read. Rory dropped to his knees and clutched his penis desperately, hoping to dispel the sensations and keep his urine within him.

Jaime slammed his fist against the bricks and winced silently at the pain. It hurt and it hurt a lot. He turned to Rory and saw the cute little wolf’s tears. Nothing hurt more to him than that. “Hey,” he gently held his friend under the armpits and lifted him up, pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay, buddy,” Rory embraced the cheetah and let his tears absorb into Jaime’s shirt.

Jaime looked to either side and then back at Rory. “No one will see if you do it here.” He turned to the door. “Just pee through the gaps in the door,” Rory blushed and looked almost offended when Jaime pulled his own cock out.
“No!” He said quietly. “I can’t pee in public! I’m a girl, remember?” Jaime looked pensive as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
“Just… um… squat?” He said nervously.

Rory frowned at him and he laughed nervously. “Come on, Rory, I know you need to go pretty bad.”
“No,” he said stubbornly. “There are shops in the middle of town; we’ll use one of their bathrooms.” Jaime sighed and zipped up his jeans; extending it out for Rory to hold onto.

They walked slowly through the park with a blanket of dejection hanging over them. Neither of them spoke; they were each too focused on keeping the pain just beyond their realm of sensation. Their success was minimal but it helped a little. As they neared the very edge of a park a happy little red fox kit ran up passed them and up to a bush.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the kit’s shorts fell to his ankles and his colorful boy briefs immediately followed. The boy lifted his shirt and looked down intently as his own little bladder emptied in a surge of bright yellow liquid. His soft little tail swayed gently as he poured his juvenile urine onto the base of the green shrub.

The kit was proud of himself for going all on his own, and his parents stood a meter or so away, proudly encouraging the public urination. “Tourists,” Rory would have grumbled were they not in earshot. He tried his best to focus on everything but the sound of the kit’s urine splashing against the dirt but Rory had never realized how difficult it was to deliberately not think about something. The pair made tracks and found themselves in the shadow of a two-story building and well away from peeing kits.

At a brisk pace, they passed much of the urban area. The gas station appeared around the corner and the boys broke into a jog towards it. As a preventative measure, their bodies had stimulated erections. Jaime wasn’t shy at all about his jeans showing off his impressive – for his age at least – member but Rory wouldn’t be able to explain it if someone saw a little wolf cock pitching a tent in a skirt.

The toilets were on the side of the building and they had a similar sign as the public toilets. LOCKED BY ORDER OF MANAGEMENT – TOILETS AVAILABLE TO CUSTOMERS ONLY. Desperate, Jaime fished through his wallet for enough money for anything. A few cents fell from his coin pocket and rubbed his eyes with his paw. “Rory, I don’t have any money.” He could see it in Rory’s face again; he was getting ready to cry.

Just as he was about to squeeze out the first tear, his eyes opened wide and his paws slammed down on his crotch. “We’ve got to find a quiet place now.” He grabbed Jaime’s arm and pulled him along the foot path to the alley behind the gas station.

The alleyway was darkened by the shadows of the surrounding buildings. Rory ran passed the employee exit and behind an overfilled dumpster. Behind it looked to be the best possible spot. Rory lifted his skirt and noticed the darkened spot on the tight pink panties where his penis ended. He slid the soft underwear down from his waist and along his thin thighs.

His little stiffy sprung up as the waistband of his panties slipped off and left the cocklet exposed to the air. The air was cold on his damp tip and he shivered a little bit. Beside him, Jaime unzipped his jeans in a blur and struggled to get his half-hard cock out of his underwear. Rory eyed his penis a little longer as he aimed it at the base of the wall.

It stalled a moment; the last moment in the cheetah’s agony before the flood gates opened. Jaime let out a long, deep sigh as the first drops of the drink he finished forty minutes earlier hit the wall. The golden stream bore down on the painted brick wall so hard it threatened to strip the paint. Rory squatted like the good girl he was, retracting his foreskin and aiming his penis downward with one hand.

Just before his own flow let loose, the smell from Jaime’s stream wafted up into his nose. It was faint but very distinct. Rory closed his and eyes and breathed deep of the tainted air before squeezing his bladder as best he could.

With a long, girly sigh he let loose in what first was a dribble but quickly exploded into a rapid rush of stronger smelling urine that the larger male painted the wall with. Where Jaime’s urine was splashing and the sound of rushing liquid against something hard Rory’s was almost silent. He opened his eyes and looked down at where his urine was landing.

In place of the small damp patch that marred his otherwise pristine panties, now the only dry parts were the straps on the outer sides of his legs. Now that his stream had started, he couldn’t halt it even if he wanted to. Instead he simply watched as his golden waste fluids soaked his panties and slowly formed puddle beneath him.

Jaime aimed his across the wall, covering as much space as he could. Were the stream not flowing down to cover the base of the wall, he’d had painted his name or something else like that. He kept the stream away from Rory as he bore down and forced out the rest of his bladder.

Of the two, Jaime was the first to finish. He shivered as a chill ran up his body; the last drops of his pee dripping out onto the thoroughly soaked ground. He shook his penis a few times to let the stray drops fall away and leave him dry. Rory took a little longer; he lifted his skirt and peed like a real boy, a squatting boy, however.

His uncut member curved slightly to the right and that was where the tapering stream of urine landed. Rory stood and lifted his feet out of the leg holes in his panties, leaving the pee soaked undergarments on the cold floor. The excess pee from Rory’s bladder dripped down onto the floor with a near silent splat.

He shook liberally and simply let his skirt cover the boyhood. He reached forward and took Jaime by the cock before he could tuck it away. “I’ve never peed in public before…” he whispered lasciviously. “And I’m feeling a little adventurous.” Rory could feel him stiffening slightly in his grip but he could also feel his hesitation.
“Maybe some other time,” he pulled away and tucked his cock back in his pants. “Come on, sweetie,” he winked at Rory and draped his arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you a new pair of panties.” Rory giggled.
“I kinda like not wearing any.” The pair walked out of the alleyway, their bladders empty and the breeze gracing Rory’s soft member.

As they exited the Alley, they passed one skunk; he wore the gas station uniform and leaned against the wall; breathing deep of a cigarette. Rory walked quickly to escape the cloud of smoke. The moment the two furs disappeared around the corner, the skunk scurried into the alleyway and lifted the soaked panties from the ground.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Commission for NdjambiKarunga", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "3", "views": "601" }