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[center]Story 1: Forbeardin Love[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]213589[/iconname_userid][/center]
[center]Pleasure denial and sexual frustration.[/center]

Way, way up in the north was a small village that rested deep in the frozen tundra.  It was so far removed from the rest of the world that it was incredibly rare for any to visit and it was even more uncommon for anyone in the village to brave the frigid winds and relentless snowfall to even consider leaving.  In a way, the villagers felt like they lived within the confines of a snowglobe, their home cut off from everything around them by a barrier that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye.  This was where they lived.  This was the village of Iycburg.
        The population of the village was incredibly small.  Counting every anthropomorphic bear, fox, wolf, dog, cat and any others who lived there, the population was barely over fifty.  At one time, the population had been over a hundred, but the previous year had been especially harsh with terrible weather and sickness.  Many perished, including every last of the females.
Not only did the loss of so many create a gaping hole of despair in everyone’s hearts, but it deprived them all of the basic need of love, affection, and intimacy, that nobody in the village could now receive.  This was because the act of homosexuality had been taboo in the village for generations and it was believed that the Gods themselves would strike down any who dared partake in such conduct.  Even the practice of self-pleasuring through masteurbation was against the rules.  Many were too afraid to even reach down to touch their crotch for pleasure or otherwise.
And so an era of absolute chastity went on for days then weeks, and finally months.  The males were left full of desire, but starved of pleasure.  Without the fairer sex around to scratch an itch none of them were allowed to, the villagers had no choice but to bottle up their lust and endure.  This left nearly all of them detached and despondent.  Because of this, the whole village became a lot colder as a result.  The weather even turned that much more bitter as it unleashed a hellish volley of ice and snow to pelt the village harsher than ever before.
Days passed and the storm persisted, refusing to let up or even leave the vicinity.  The villagers did their best to endure, shoveling the snow and digging their village out, but their efforts amounted to very little.  More snow took the place of what was tossed aside and then even more snow was added on top of that too.  Before long it was becoming clear that in a matter of weeks, if not only days, the entire village would be dead by the wrath of the frozen north.  Even so, they just continued to live out their days, struggling against both the cold and their own horniness.


        In one old, wooden cabin in the village lived two bears.  One was a bushy-furred brown bear named Murray and the other a sleek and shiny-furred polar bear named Cole.  The two were the best of friends for as long as either could remember.  Just having their best bear bud at their side helped them through these bone-chilling and teeth-chattering times.
        As they both awoke to another icy cold morning with all day snow in the forecast, they both yawned and stretched from their respective rooms before sleepily stumbling into the living room.  With a big yawn escaping their throats, they greeted one another.  “Mooorning,” they said in unison before stretching their arms over their heads to loosen up their muscles a bit more and finally get their blood pumping to truly start the day.
        “Heya, Murray,” said Cole, now that he was more awake then asleep.  “What ya in the mood to have for breakfast?”
        “Flapjacks are always welcome,” Murray answered with a rub to his belly, feeling it rumble with hunger.  “Provided we can get a fire going to bake them.”
        “I picked us up some fresh kindling from the woodcutter yesterday,” Cole told his friend.  “It’s nice ‘n dry so we should have a mighty good chance of sparking a fire to cook with.  It’ll also be nice to warm this place up and melt the frost off our furry hides.”
        “My rump could use a good thawning,” joked Murray as he rubbed his rear and got a chuckle from his polar pal.  “Well, what are we waiting for?”  Salivating, the brown bear as he slid his tongue across his lips.  “I’m wasting away to nothing over here.”
        “I highly doubt that,” teased Cole as he patted his friend’s gut to make it wobble a little.  “Yeah, you ain’t starving any time soon, buddy.”
        “Like you’re one to talk,” chuckled Murray as he entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet.  Finding a pouch of pancake mix in it, he retrieved it and then proceeded to the fridge to do the same with a jug of milk and a couple of eggs.
        “True,” he admitted, grabbing a bowl and spatula from the cabinet.  Placing the bowl on the counter, he let Murray pour in the ingredients and then he started to mix them together.  “But we need all this padding ta stay warm in this icebox of a village.”
        “Tell me about it,” shivered the brown bear as he grabbed a big hot plate and carried it over to the fireplace.  “Someday I’d like to move to some place a lot warmer than this.  One with lots of palm trees or maybe cactuses and the only ice is on snow cones.”
        “You’re gonna have ta make your way through a hundred miles of coneless snow and ice, ta do dat,” commented Cole as he scraped at the bottom of the bowl to make sure he had all the powder properly mixed with the milk and eggs.  “And when ya do, take me with ya.”
        “Gladly,” he smiled as he placed the hot plate over the fireplace and then leaned down to where the ashes and burnt logs were in the fireplace.
        Cole put the bowl and spatula to the side and opened the fire box to grab some fresh logs to toss into the fireplace.  Along with that, he tossed in some dried grass to help the fire along once they started some embers.  “Ready to make fire?”
        “Hope we can,” replied Murray as he took a tool that was a stick with a drawstring attached to it.  Placing the tip of the stick on one of the logs he started to tug on the string to quickly spin it.  When the string became taught, Murray held onto it as he let it wind itself up again before pulling it out again.  This allowed the stick to create a lot of friction and heat against the log, urging the wood to start to smoke and birth and a flame.  Watching the little flicker appear, he carefully pushed some dried grass over to it to help feed the fire and help it to begin its growth into a hot, roaring fire for the two of them to bake their flapjacks over.
        Watching his friend work, Cole soon spotted a little trail of smoke rising up as Murray cared for it.  Leaning in, the polar bear took a small breath and started to blow air towards the logs to help feed the flames as well.  With the flame starting to burn well on its own, Murry resumed his job of drilling the stick into the log faster and faster to create more flames to join together with the first.
        “Just a lil more,” panted Cole as he exhaled bigger breaths of air, desperate to make sure the flame didn’t die on them after they had come so far.
        “What I wouldn’t give for some matches and lighter fluid,” sighed Murray as he stopped doing his task now that they had a large enough flame to work with.  Placing the tool down, he rubbed his sore palms.  “It would be a hell of a lot easier on my paws than having to do this and hope it works.”
        “You just rest those pawsies of yours and enjoy the warmth,” Cole said, giving his lungs a short rest before blowing at it some more.  “Looks like we’ve got a good fire going this time.”
        “Sounds good to me,” smiled Murray as he reclined back, using his arms to support his body as he basked in the slowly growing fire.  His belly let out a little grumble, excited for the breakfast to come.
        With his lungs ready for more, Cole resumed blowing, stoking the fire more and more as it spread over the logs and turned the dried grass to ashes.  “A bit more and then the fire should be fully lit,” he thought to himself as he readied one more good breath of air.  Puckering his lips, he got ready to blow just as the flames suddenly flared up right in his face.  Reflexively, Cole shielded his face with his arm and turned his head.  With his cheeks still bulging with air, he slowly let it out of his maw, not realizing his muzzle was aimed directly at his friend’s crotch.  By the time he realized what he was doing, his cheeks were already deflated and empty.  A low murr slipped out of Murray’s maw as his lips curled with delight at what he had just experienced.
        The two then gazed at one another, an embarrassed look on the polar bear’s face at doing such a thing to his friend and a look of bliss of the brown bear’s for receiving it.  No dialogue was exchanged between them, but the look they gave one another told them all they needed to know.  Cole had a nervous expression as he worried he had unintentionally did something wrong.  Murray wore a look of bliss like what Cole had just done was nothing but wonderfully right.
Cautiously taking another breath, Cole exhaled his warm, soft breath against his friend’s crotch, intentionally this time, stirring more lust out of him.  Leaning forward now, Murray hugged his friend’s head keeping it in place as he encouraged more warm air from him.  All the while they did this, the fire in the fireplace burned even bigger, quickly covering over every last log and warming up the room till every last bit of chill was gone.
Murring a little himself, Cole kept on breathing bigger and bigger breaths between his friend’s legs, raising brown bear’s arousal higher and higher as it caused a stirring in his loins and urged his cock out of its sheath.  As the tip poked against the polar bear’s nose, Cole blushed some more and stopped.
        “Uh, do ya think we got a little carried away?” asked the white-furred bear as he couldn’t stop staring at his friend’s junk.
        “Maybe we did, a little,” admitted Murray as he released his friend’s head so he could sit upright again.  “You don’t think I’ll get in trouble for getting a boner, do you?”
        “The rules here are very strict,” stated Cole as he gazed at the pink rod standing at an angle, aimed right at him.  Just staring at it made his heart thump hard in his chest and had his paw hovering close to his own groin.  “But… I don’t think there is anything against getting hard, so long as no touching is involved.”
        “And blowing doesn’t count?” asked Murray, wanting to be very sure about that.
        “Well, nobody knows about this, save for us,” pointed out Murray.  “And I certainly won’t tell anyone you got a boner… but…”  Cole turned his head as he scratched an itch on his nose.  Gritting his teeth, he attempted to resist the growing desire within him.
        “But what?” asked Murray, this the first time he had ever seen his friend appear so flustered.  The brown bear never felt quite like how he did now either.
        “I was just thinking that if somehow someone did find out about this I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble… all alone.  So… maybe… you could do the same for me?”
        “You want me to…” questioned Murray, eyes widening as Cole nodded his head eagerly.  “On your… With my…”  Cole nodded even faster, failing to show how badly he wanted it done.  “I-I guess I could, but only so you won’t feel guilty if I get in trouble.”
        “I know I’ll feel a lot better if you do,” Cole stated as he watched with delight in his eyes as his friend leaned down, to his crotch.  Cole spread his legs, providing his friend all the room he needed to help get him hard, not hiding how much he was really yearning for this.  Murray barely had to provide more than a couple warm breaths before Cole’s dick poked out and became just as hard as his, the polar bear already greatly turned on by the situation they found themselves in.
        Looking down at his stiffy, like it was the first time he ever had a boner, Cole gazed at it like he had been reunited with a long lost friend.  The flames in the fire roared even more fiercely as his dick twitched a little and sent small ripples of pleasure throughout the polar bear’s body.  Cole felt tempted to reach down and rub it with his paws, but he already knew that while getting hard in such a manner was a debatable sin, merely touching his stiffy with such lust in mind, even using a single claw, was violating the taboo.  As much as he wanted to throw caution to the wind and do as he pleased, Cole stayed his paw and Murray did the same.
        “Well, we’re both rule breakers now,” stated Cole, smiling at his friend, like it wasn’t something to dread.
        “If what we did was technically a violation,” Murray reminded him.  “Plus nobody else knows about it, so we’re safe.  So, what shall we do now?”
        “That’s a good question,” replied Cole, leaning forwards, toward the brown bear, his eyes locked onto his.  “Got any ideas?”
        “Maybe one,” smirked Murray as he leaned in too, forehead pressing against forehead and nose rubbing against nose.  “Are you thinking what I am?”
        “I think I’m thinking what you think I’m thinking,” murred Cole.
        “What?” snickered Murray, not sure what his friend had said, but they both began laughing heartily.  The bear duo felt ready to let the flaring up passions they felt take hold and lose themselves in them.  Lips puckering, they felt ready to make out, their bodies so toasty warm to the point they were actually sweating while the world outside their cottage seemed like a literal frozen Hell.
        Lips mere inches from one another, the flames in the fireplace suddenly roared fiercely, turning the burning logs completely into ash before billowing out a thick cloud of soot at them, blackening half their bodies as the flames died out.  Looking at once another, they realized that after all that they had forgotten to have breakfast.
        “Uh, guess we got a bit carried away there,” admitted Cole with a nervous chuckle.
        “Heheh, we sure did,” laughed Murray, also realizing how close they were to violating the most sacred rules of their village.  “Guess we gotta start all over now.”
        “Looks that way,” the polar bear nodded.  “Well, we better hurry and get something to eat.  It’s almost time to go out to work and I need some fuel in my belly.”
        “And hopefully these boners of ours will go away before then too,” commented Murray as he grabbed his fire starter tool while Cole retrieved a few more logs.  “Anyway, let’s try that again.”


        Later on, with their bellies full, Cole and Murray left their home.  With shovels in hand, they were out to help shovel the snow off the walkways of the village.  Trudging their way through the knee deep snow, they headed for their assigned spot.  Moving along, side-by-side, they rubbed their tummies, contently, with big smiles on their faces that came from more than just an enjoyable meal.  However, while those two were grinning ear to ear, the other villagers observing them, as they passed by, didn’t look happy at all.
“Hey, Cole,” whispered Murray as he turned back at everyone they had walked past and saw that every last one was glaring at them.  “Is it me or is everyone giving us the stink eye?”
“If it’s you then it has to be me too,” he replied, pushing in his gut to peek at his dick, still hard from earlier.  “Cause I’m getting that same feeling too.  You don’t think they’re angry because of these, do ya?”
“Boners aren’t forbidden on their own, but they can imply plenty of things that are,” commented Murray as the number of villagers watching them kept increasing.  “Plus, it probably doesn’t help that we’re walking so close together.  Maybe if we put a little space between ourselves they’ll stop staring.”
“That sounds like an idea,” nodded Cole and they both took a step away from one another.  However, as they did, they felt a tug at their paws.  They both turned to look at what they got snagged by and they just stared in disbelief when they found their digits had become laced together.
“Did you do that?” wondered Murray.
“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.  “Are you sure it’s not you?”
“I-I’m not really sure myself,” Murray admitted blushing at this increasingly awkward situation.  Seeing his fingers wrapped around his friend’s, he couldn’t help but feel turned on by it.  Looking at Cole’s face, he saw that he felt the same.  Peeking at everyone else in the village, their angry eyes confirmed that they thought very differently about this whole matter.  “Let’s just try and get our hands free for reals this time.”
Attempting once more to separate, they began to pull and tug their hands apart, however, in response, their digits only bound them tighter.  Such a sight only upset everyone around them further, their glaring as icy cold as the frigid wind blowing against them.  It hit them so hard that they were constantly wrapping their arms around their shoulders to rub them while their bodies shivered from the arctic temperatures.
“Well, that didn’t work,” Cole told his brown bear friend.  “Let’s just hurry up and get to work.”
“Right behind you,” nodded Murray.  “Or, rather, beside you.”  Together the two started to run to their destination, at first with their fingers still clinging together, but soon with their hands grasped together.  As they hurried over the snowy ground, the frost bite-stinging cold below their feet started to warm up and change to the cool squishing sensation of slush under their soles.  They even started to feel some splashing as much of the snow had changed back into a liquid and managed to stay that way for some time despite the coldness urging everything it could to freeze.
Finally reaching their digging spot, the two bears finally released their hold on one another.  They then took their shovels in both paws to start scooping up the snow.  Stabbing the head of it into the frozen ground, they attempted to pull as much of the ice and snow as they could to clear as much of the pathway as they could.  The two managed moderately sized shovelfuls with each attempt at digging up all that endless snow.  However, with the fierce winds and the nonstop snowfall, all their work was erased before they could plunge their shovels back into the snow.  Despite how futile it was, they kept at it as they felt the weather smother them with its icy embrace and attempt to rob them of their warmth.
“W-We do this d-dumb shoveling day af-after day,” shivered Cole as he attempted to speak.  “B-But we never actually reach the gr-ground underneath.  I don’t think I even know what color the ground is.  It’s purple, I think.”
“I can’t remember the last time I saw the ground either,” admitted Murry as he attempted to toss more snow to the side, but the wind caught it and blew it right back to where it started, like it was some pesky kid causing trouble.  “But I seriously doubt it was purple.”
“Well, orange is my second guess then,” he replied, getting a chuckle out of his friend.  “That wasn’t a joke, but I’m glad I was able to make you laugh.”
“Whatever it was, it certainly lifted my mood after getting all those cold stares as well as doing all this futile work,” explained Murray.  “It hasn’t stopped snowing here in forever and no matter how hard we try, eventually this whole village is gonna get buried beneath white powder.”
“Well, seeing as how we’re only slightly delaying the inevitable,” commented Cole as he dropped his rear down on a soft snow bank and rested against it.  “Why don’t we take a lil break?”
“That might not be the best idea,” replied Murray, seeing his friend stretch and yawn as he made himself comfy and tempted him to want to do the same.  “A lot of the villagers were upset at us for our erections a short while ago.  Lazing about is only going to upset them even more.”
“It’ll only be for five minutes,” he replied.  “Besides, what could we accomplish in five minutes that the storm would undo in half that time?”
“That is true,” Murray conceded as he rubbed his chin and looked down at his friend, his eyes mostly focused on his hardon that remained as stiff as his own.  “I think I may join you.”
“Well, come take a load off,” offered Cole as he patted the snow beside him.  “There’s plenty of ice and snow to freeze both our rumps off.”
“Heheh.  Sounds cool to me,” joked Murray as he sat down beside his friend.  “Actually it doesn’t feel that cold.  Not like a rump half buried in snow usually does.”
“Yeah,” Cole nodded and blushed as he spoke.  “My cheeks feel only a bit chilled, but my lap feels snuggly warm.  It’s very weird, but very nice all the same.  I’m actually a bit tempted to even…”  As he said that last part his paw hoved down over his crotch, his digits coming dangerously close to touching his erection.  Seeing his friend was one dick touch away from breaking the village taboo, Murray hurried to intervene, thrusting his arm to block the polar bear’s claws.  He succeeded in stopping him, but in doing so he found his own palm gripped to his friend’s junk.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” worried Murray as he saw his friend’s dick in his paw.  “I didn’t mean to break the taboo.”
“Technically, you haven’t,” murred Cole, a blissful look on his face as he felt his dick getting touched for the first time ever.
“I haven’t?” asked Murray, not letting go of his friend’s willie even though he had no reason to cover it up anymore.
“Well, there are a lot of strict rules on what we can and can’t do,” he pointed out.  “But I don’t recall merely touching another’s dick, hard or otherwise, being a part of the can’ts.”
“That’s really grasping at straws,” stated Murray bluntly.  “You do know that.”
“Yes, I do,” he smirked.  “And I also know that you’re still holding onto my dick.”
“Oh, w-well, I got distracted,” Murray blushed.  “Here.  I’ll let go of it.”
“No,” cooed Cole as he rubbed the back of the brown bear’s paw.  “That’s not what you want to say, is it?”  Staring into his friend’s eyes, Murray slowly shook his head.  “What do you want to say?”
“Your dick,” he admitted, blushing more.  “It’s so warm and I bet this feels so nice having it held.  Would you hold my dick as well?”
“Only cause you asked,” Cole said as he reached over and took Murray’s dick in paw, hearing his friend murr as he did.  “You were right.  It is warm.”
“And it does feel nice having it touched,” sighed Murray with bliss.  “This is nice.”
“You know what might be even nicer?” commented the polar bear as the brown bear looked to him curiously.  “This.”  Gently, he started to rub his friend’s cock, sending waves of pleasure from his crotch throughout his body.
“C-C-Cole,” he stuttered, his dick twitching at such wonderful bliss flowing through him, making his heart beat faster.  “Now that is something that is very much taboo here.  You’re gonna get us both in a lot of trouble for doing that.”
“Looks like we already are,” he chuckled as the eyes of practically the entire village were on them now, all glaring at what the two bears had been doing so shamelessly out in public.  Murray and Cole turned to look at them, wondering what they would do to them, but they just rubbed their shoulders and shivered as they continued to watch disapprovingly.  “Uh, but if we just did a big no-no then why aren’t they doing anything about it?”
“Well, I don’t really know what the punishment for this is since nobody has ever broken the taboo before,” admitted Murray.  “So maybe none of them know what it is either.”
“Heheh, that’s pretty funny,” the polar bear laughed.  “So, before they figure something out, why don’t we keep going?  We’re already in trouble so doing more can’t possibly make things worse for us.”
“No arguing with that,” smirked Murray, well aware of what his white-furred friend wanted from him.  Slowly, the brown bear started to wank his friend’s cock off, offering him the same forbidden pleasure that he was receiving.
“Murr,” enjoyed Cole as he felt those soft paw pads caress against his pink rod, filling him with lust unlike any he had ever known before.  “So, this is what breaking long-upheld taboos feels like?  If I’d have known it was this good I would have broken it a long time ago.”
Murray chuckled as he conversed with his friend, the two bears enjoying the pleasure they were getting from one another.  Though the other villagers continued to look on at them with revulsion in their eyes, they just continued to do nothing but give them icy stares.  Murray and Cole, however, didn’t seem to mind that or the cold in the least bit as they focused on one another another, nuzzling cheek to cheek as the warmth coming from their crotches spread to their whole bodies and filled them with a wonderful heat.
Murring and panted lustfully, the two bears suddenly found themselves jerking one another off faster and faster.  Their dicks twitched and throbbed as pre started to ooze out.  Their stiffies were excited to finally put their secondary function use.  The bears moaned more as they felt their climaxes were getting near.
Breathing harder as they snuggled close, the two friends could feel themselves getting hotter and hotter to the point the frigid winds blowing in their faces felt more like a refreshing Summer’s breeze to them.  Even more amazing was what was happening to the snow they were sitting around.  It was a few feet high, resting atop a thick layer of ice that completely covered earth below it.  For long as anyone could remember, it had been impossible for anyone to dig through that hard-as-steel, frozen water and gaze at the bare ground, but, now, as Murray and Cole fapped one another off, all those layers of ice and snow were easily evaporating into steam.
“So the ground is brown and green?” asked Cole, once they broke through to see the topsoil covered over in grass.  “I never would have guessed.”
“Me neither,” Murray admitted as the two of them conversed as more and more snow vanished from around their area till they were sitting in a huge puddle of lukewarm water.  “But it looks like our whole section is finished.  Guess we’re done here.”
“Not quite,” smirked Cole as he started jerking off Murray’s dick faster, pushing his friend to the edge for a climax.  In return, the brown bear did the same to the polar bear.  With loud cries of bliss, that alerted the entire village to their lustful endeavor, they shot out globs of seed that managed some impressive distance to where the snow hadn’t started to melt yet.  Though unintentional, the two had ended up shooting their loads at the same spot and as the goopy substance began to run, it ended up taking on the appearance of a mishappen heart.  Seeing such a thing made the two bears chuckle before they gazed into one another’s eyes far more deeply than they ever had before.
“Done now?” asked Murray as the two of them started to move closer to embrace one another.
“What do you think?” breathed Cole as they hugged one another tightly and locked lips for a deep passionate kiss.  More of the ice and snow around them melted.  There was now a whole meter-wide radius that was void of the white powder.  Any falling snow vanished as soon as it hit an invisible wall of heat that surrounded the two lovestruck bears.  Even the deep puddle of water that had been created from the snow and ice that had melted earlier had vanished, evaporating into the air.  To everyone who saw this, it was an unbelievable sight, one that was on par with the two bears now intertwined in amour.
“We’re only just beginning,” answered Murray once their lips parted and they just continued to sit together in one another’s loving embrace, doing so for as long as they both desired.
Meanwhile, while many of their fellow villagers remained as frigid as ever  as they stared at the two same sex lovers, some had cautiously made their way over to them, stopping as they reached where the cold ended and the hot began.  Nervously, they extended a paw over to it, acting like they too would also melt and evaporate into the air if they didn’t stay on the frozen side of things.  “It’s so warm,” they thought calmly as they felt such a sensation for the first time in their lives.


        The night was as frigid as ever in Iycburg, but for Cole and Murray, their home and lives had never felt as hot as they did now.  Quickly moving around their home, they gathered all the belongings that they could cram into their backpacks and then stuffed their faces with the biggest meal they could whip up on such short notice.
        “That was some good eating,” commented Cole, post meal, as he rubbed his bulging gut to help soothe it.  “I never ate so well in my life.”
        “You never said that about my cooking before,” smiled Murray as he gathered up the scraps of their meal and tossed them away.  “Usually you would say something like ‘it was aight’ or mumble something while your maw was still stuffed with food.”
        “Well, that was before ‘you’ and ‘I’ became, well, ‘we,’” he blushed, scratching his head as he said it.  “So, I figure I should show my appreciation for all you do, like eat all the meals you cook and give you my compliments when I finish.”
        “That’s sweet, but you shouldn’t feel obligated to tell me how yummy my food is,” Murray chuckled.  “And you’ve always been a champ at packing it away.”  Bringing his paw down, Murray helped Cole relax his belly.  “It might be a little nice if you held back a bit from time to time so I could eat a bit more, though that’s like asking the time to stand still.  Buuuut… if you want to show me your appreciation, you could help clean up after we eat and maybe give me a paw to keep our home tidy too.”
        “Whoa now,” interrupted Cole.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  Baby steps.”
        “Yeah, cleaning up together is a pretty advanced exercise for a married couple to undertake, even after their fifth year of marriage.  We’ve just become an item only a few hours ago, so we should just stick with the basics, hugging and smooching.”
        “I think I can handle that,” grinned Cole as Murray leaned in to hug the polar bear and together they locked lips for a burning hot kiss of passion.  “Mmm~ Very nice.  Now, how long till we get to love making cause I’ve been yearning to make some love forever now.”
“As soon as we find a new place to live,” the brown bear reminded his white-furred friend.  “After all, we can’t live here anymore, seeing as we practically smashed the taboo with a mallet in front of everyone.”
“Yeah,” sighed Cole.  “We’ve lived in this village all our lives and made a lot of good memories.  I suppose I should feel sad that we’ll never get to see this place again, but, when I think about it, all the best memories I have are with you, so I know that so long as we’re together who needs this dump of a snow cone machine.  Now, let’s go find someplace warmer.”
“That doesn’t really narrow it down much,” joked Murray.  “That still leaves pretty much everywhere else in the world but here.”
“Some place a lot, lot warmer,” he told his mate.  “A hot, tropical paradise.  One with palm trees or cactuses or even palmtuses.”
“Paltuses?” questioned Murray, tilting his head.  “Like prickly palm trees?”
“Uh, I guess so,” he nodded.
“You have the weirdest ideas sometimes,” giggled Murray.  “Ya big goofball.”
“Well, I may be a goofball, but I’m your goofball, ya know,” Cole pointed out.
“I do and maybe that’s what I’m into,” he smiled.  “Now come on.  Our packing is done and our bellies are full.  Time for us to get going and the sooner we do the better.”
“Right behind you,” said Cole, finally getting up and grabbing his backpack.
After one last quick look around their cottage, they headed for the door and stepped out.  Upon entering the outside world, all the toasty warmness in their home followed them, melting all the snow and ice around them, allowing the two bears to step only onto dry grassy earth.  All around them, still staring in disdain was the rest of the village, shivering from the cold as they waited for the two sinners to take their leave.
“So long everybody,” waved Cole, neither him nor Murray bothered by the way they stared down at them.  Paws gripped tightly together, the two of them made their way forward.  All the cold and frost in their way vanishing from sight, like it cowered in the face of their burning passion for one another.
With the cold and not even the endless storm able to impede them, the two bears were able to quickly exit the village and continue forward, a vibrate green path was left behind in their wake.  Even after they had gone from the village and were out of sight, that green path still lingered with enough heat to keep snow from piling onto it, for a short while longer.
The shivering villagers remained silent throughout Cole and Murray’s departure, but they had watched it through its entirety.  Now, they remained with their gaze fixated on the warm pathway they had left behind.  Minutes passed and soon specks of snow started to collect on it.  Seeing the path, the way out of the village slowly started to vanish, a few of the villagers started to make their way towards it.  They gathered on the edge of the grassy walkway before pausing.  They all then turned to lock eyes with someone else.  The one they looked at was also looking back at them.  They didn’t say anything to one another, but a small smile did finally reveal itself on their faces before they stepped on the grassy path, doing so two at a time.
“So nice,” they all thought, reveling in that wonderful warmth.
The pairings continued to gaze at one another just as Cole and Murray did.  Smiling a bit bigger as a long absent glint of happiness twinkled in their eyes.  Paw grasping paw, they began to walk down the grass path together, all eager to reach a hotter climate.

[center]Story 2: It Was Supposed To Be Just a Fart.[/center]
[center]By an anonymous writer.[/center]
[center]Cub and diaper soiling.[/center]

Deep within the wilderness, Yure walked beside a large stone wall that stood at the edge of the forest. His soggy cloth diaper squished against his fur with every step he took. He nervously looked around to make sure nobody was nearby, and much to his relief, he found that he was alone. 

Yure paused as he felt a gurgle within his gut, causing him to clutch his belly in response. He really needed to pass gas, which was why he went to look for somewhere he could do it in private, because although he wore diapers and enjoyed wetting them, he was always anxious about farting or messing in them, especially in public. 

After finding a nice spot, he spread his legs out before slowly descending into a squatting position. As he started to push, he could feel the contents of his belly moving towards his rear end, but before it started coming out, Yure stopped pushing and clenched his butt before standing back up. He thought he could feel something else besides gas that was about to come out, but he wasn’t entirely sure. 

Yure started to dance around anxiously, unsure about whether or not he should take the risk, while several toots escaped from his clenched butt. The pressure within Yure’s rear end continued to grow until it became too much for him to hold back. Out of desperation, he ultimately decided to let it out. 

Yure quickly returned to a squatting position before pushing once again, causing a large fart to start coming out of his rear end, which made the back of his diaper vibrate as it blasted against it. The sound of his flatulence was loud, but muffled by his diaper. As he continued to pass gas, Yure sighed as he felt the pressure within his rear end starting to go away. 

Suddenly, the fart was cut off as something solid started making its way out of Yure’s rear end. His eyes widened as he could feel a large log coming out of his butt, which pressed against the back of his diaper and formed a noticeable bulge. Yure reached back and held his butt, struggling to stop it from coming out, but winced in pain as his attempts only slowed it down. As the log continued to come out against his will, it kept poking against the back of his diaper, causing the bulge to grow in size. He could hear the diaper rustling as it was forced to stretch out to accommodate the log the was forcing its way into it, accompanied by several small farts as it came out.

Eventually, the log finished coming out of his butt and fell into the bottom of his diaper, landing with a plop and causing the back of his diaper to sag. Yure stood there, completely frozen in shock, as his legs trembled from the whole ordeal. He blushed deeply as he smiled with a mix of relief and embarrassment. He was afraid to move, knowing that any sort of movement would squish the mess that was now sitting in the back of his diaper. After regaining his train of thought, he turned his attention to getting his diaper changed. Since he didn’t have any spare diapers with him, he knew that his only option was to return home to get a clean diaper to change into. 

After mustering up the courage, he slowly stood up, causing the mess sitting in the back of his diaper to squish against his butt, making him cringe in response. He slowly and carefully started to waddle, keeping his legs spread apart to avoid squishing his mess as much as possible. As he waddled, he could feel the mess sitting in the back of his diaper shifting around with every step he took. 

Yure made his way around the stone wall and into the forest, desperate to return to his house so he could change out of his disgusting diaper. He tried to be sneaky, but his waddling, combined with the loud squishing and the strong smell coming from his soiled diaper, made it difficult to not get noticed, although that wasn’t much of a problem since there wasn’t anybody nearby. 

While deep within the forest, he felt his belly gurgle once again. However, since he already messed his diaper, he wasn’t as hesitant about doing it again. After hiding behind some blushes, Yure squatted down and started pushing. Several lumps started pouring out of his rear end and into the back of his diaper. Yure could hear several farts as the lumps came out of his butt, and heard them plop as they fell into the back. 

After a good deal of pushing, Yure finished emptying the contents of his bowels and let out a sigh of relief. He reached back and gently patted the back of his loaded diaper, where he could feel it bulging and sagging against his waist even more than it was before. He gave his diaper butt a shake, which caused the mess inside to shuffle around towards the bottom of his diaper.  

Yure stood up from his squat, and felt the mess squish against his butt once again. But rather than feel grossed out, he actually liked the sensation. He squeezed his legs together and smiled as he felt the warm mess spread between his thighs. He came out from behind the bushes and continued waddling back to his house. 

Yure decided to waddle with his legs closer together, which caused the mess within the back of his diaper to squish against his butt and between his legs as he walked. He knew that doing this would make it significantly harder for him to clean himself up later on, but he was too busy enjoying how it felt to actually care. He smiled as he blissfully waddled through the forest, enjoying the sensation of his soiled diaper squishing against his waist. 

As Yure reached his house, he started having second thoughts about that diaper change…

[center]Story 3: Reizinho Request.[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]226115[/iconname_userid][/center]
[center]Cub porn and diaper usage.[/center]

Back when Liontari was in the selective service, he’d had countless conversations with his squad about what they would each do when they got out. Liontari had always come up empty: no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t see a life for himself after the war. But he didn’t feel he belonged on the battlefield either. He just couldn’t see a future for himself anywhere. He had never been one to make difficult life choices, so instead of charting a path, things just happened to him. The whims of fate would bring him to the next chapter of his life, just like it had brought him into this one.

He would never have guessed that he’d end up taking care of two orphaned cubs, but then Yure and Severo had fallen into his care by some byzantine legal process. And like most times when fate pushed some responsibility onto him, he’d risen to the occasion. Which was not to say that it was easy; it wasn’t. The stipend he received in exchange for looking after Yure and Severo was insufficient to raise two cubs, and his pension could only carry him so far. Making ends meet was stressful, but also rewarding in a way that Liontari hadn’t really felt before the kittens ended up in his lap. While his future still felt like it was shrouded in a thick mind-fog, it was two other futures that he was more invested in.

They only had two beds. Officially, this meant one bed for him, and one for the cubs to share. But more often than not, Yure climbed into his bed, and the two spent the morning in a subdued not-quite-embrace. And so it was on this morning, when Liontari awoke early and became lost in thought, watching the rising and falling of sleeping Yure’s blue belly next to him.

He didn’t feel like a parent. But Yure didn’t feel like a child, either. Although the kitten’s past felt as obscure as Liontari’s future, there was an uncharacteristic maturity in the way Yure carried himself. The precocious cub felt more like a roommate, albeit a roommate that required a tender touch. (Especially when it came to changing Yure’s diapers. Turns out that the “uncharacteristic maturity” did not extend to the kitten using the toilet.) 

While Liontari was thinking about diapers, he decided to go ahead and check Yure’s, sticking a finger inside the leg hole of the cloth garment. Bone-dry, which surprised him. Yure was not particularly known for being dry, especially after a full night’s sleep. He doubted it would stay that way for long. Feeling along, his fingers brushed up against the cub’s stiff member, and Liontari realized that Yure was experiencing a pretty impressive case of morning wood. He had to remind himself that this was a perfectly normal physiological reaction and not something to read into, although his mind was flooded with lurid desires. 

He didn’t know what to do with Yure. He loved him, but somewhere along the line love had given way to lust, and he was scared of that lust clouding his judgment. But could he trust himself to do right by the kitten when he was thinking with his penis like this? Maybe he and Severo were safer in someone else’s hands… but there was no one else. All he could do was his best to teach Yure right from wrong, make him feel loved… and explain why the things they got up to had to stay between them.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Yure had awoken and was looking at him with serene joy and guiltless hunger. The cub didn’t have to worry about sharing this burden of guilt; Liontari had made sure of that. Which wasn’t to say that Yure’s life was entirely carefree. Rather, the kitten had enough to worry about for Liontari to burden him further with his insecurities.  The two locked eyes, and the cub immediately went in for a kiss, his baby-soft lips pressing daintily against the older cat’s. Liontari’s goal above all else was to make Yure feel loved, and at least in this moment he felt like he was succeeding.

Liontari didn’t know how much of his worries were showing, but some of them must have been, because when Yure broke the kiss, he frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.”[i] Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing I don’t think about every day.[/i] “Just thinking about how much I love you.” This sappy response got him the flat of Yure’s paw shoved playfully into his face. “What? You don’t like that?”

Yure wasted no time stripping off the bed sheets that were covering Liontari. “I was thinking you could show me how much you love me instead,” he said as he scurried between Liontari’s legs. He could see a hunger in Yure’s eyes that exceeded even his own, and he let the cub take charge: they still had some time before they had to get up anyway.

A soft paw pressed against the bulge in Liontari’s underpants. “You really were thinking about me, huh?” Yure teased as he rubbed the shaft through the thin barrier, then pulled the fabric down to eye his prize. Liontari gritted his teeth and nodded, ashamed at his lack of self control but loving the attention. He envied the younger cat’s ability to let go of his fears, if temporarily. Yure hopped up into his lap, his body weight pressing his padding into Liontari’s crotch, making him groan. Yure loved those groans. When he was feeling frisky, he wanted to hear him squirm.

Liontari was in bliss. “Yure, if you do that…” He grabbed the cub’s hips and tried to steady the cub’s bounces, and when that didn’t work, picked Yure up, flipping him over and dropping him back on the bed, the larger lion pinning him to the mattress. Yure looked back over his shoulder, egging him on, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He straddled Yure’s legs with his own, his dick finding its proper place rubbing between the cub’s ass cheeks.
 
“I bet you wish you could put it in me,” Yure taunted. Liontari shuddered again; God, Yure was right about that. He badly wanted to penetrate the cub, but he knew Yure didn’t like that. Yure knew how much he wanted it too, and relished the opportunity to tease him about it, safe in the knowledge that the older cat cared for him too much to ever push that boundary. Sometimes Liontari wondered if it was less the case that Yure wouldn’t enjoy it, and more that the cub had hangups about losing his virginity, and this teasing was a way to explore that safely. But in the end, this speculation didn’t matter. The source of his reservations didn’t matter. Liontari would be who Yure needed him to be, and do what Yure needed him to do. And either way, Yure would drive him up the wall with his precocious sexuality.

Liontari hit his limit a lot sooner than he thought he would. “Shit…” he said under his breath before he drove his hips in one last time and came, blowing ropes of sticky seed on Yure’s back. He panted for breath, and the cub rolled onto his side and looked back up at him with a lusty grin. The two took a moment to compose themselves.

“Okay, now we need to get ready for school,” he said. “We should probably clean you up first though.”

Yure rubbed his back, assessing the damage. “Oh yeah. Imagine if I went to school with your cum on my back.”

Liontari felt like he had a small heart attack right then. “Don’t even joke about that.”

---

The third member of the family, Severo the black kitten, did most of his morning preparations in the privacy of his bedroom. So when he finally came out and stopped by the kitchen for breakfast, Liontari and Yure were already there, the former scrubbing the latter’s back with a sponge by the sink, while Yure fidgeted from the rough treatment. He rolled his eyes, knowing them well enough to know they were cleaning up after some amourous escapade. Horndogs. He walked past them and grabbed a magnetic whiteboard off the fridge wall, then made himself a bowl of cereal and sat down to watch their antics as he ate.

“Your diaper’s clean, so you don’t need a change,” Liontari told Yure as he helped the cub off of the kitchen counter. “But just because you’re wearing a diaper doesn’t mean you have to use it, okay?”

Severo watched Yure roll his eyes, and he felt that too. This conversation wasn’t new for any of them.

“I mean it,” said Liontari. “You have to get over your fear of the toilet, or you’re going to outgrow your diapers.”

Yure turned back and smiled wide at Liontari, as if the lion had just told a joke. “You say that, but you’d miss changing me.”

Severo quickly scrawled his thoughts on the whiteboard and held it up for them both to see:  [i]Give it up, Liontari. He’s not changing his mind.[/i]

Liontari sighed. This wasn’t a battle he would win today, or any time soon. “Fine. Just try not to make a mess at school. I need to be downtown today and won’t be able to pick you up early if you need a change.”

Yure must have felt like this meant he had won the argument, because he wiggled playfully in his seat. “Don’t worry! If anything happens, Severo will clean me up.”

The mute kitten’s written response was immediate: [i]You couldn’t pay me enough to change you.[/i]

Liontari finished getting dressed and made sure that the cubs were presentable too. Yure was in just a diaper and a shirt, and Severo was just in his briefs, which was as good as it was going to get for either of them. At least they were clean, and Yure was free of any signs of their misdeeds. “Just take care of each other, okay?”

That was never in question. Yure may have been an annoying piss fiend at times, but to Severo he was still his younger brother. He felt responsible for getting him to and from school safely.

---

On the way to school, Severo noticed that Yure still hadn’t stopped wiggling. In fact, the spring in his step had only increased. Severo realized what this surely meant, and he felt foolish for not putting it together sooner. He was still carrying the whiteboard around (a practical way to communicate without speech), and he was quick to use it: [i]Yure, do you have to go to the bathroom?[/i]

If this had been Liontari asking, Yure probably would have lied, but with just Severo around, he tended to be more honest. “Uh huh!” He seemed proud of himself. “I’ve had to go since I woke up this morning. It was a lot of fun to hold it in while Liontari was rubbing himself between my butt cheeks!”

Did his little brother have no filter? Fortunately, they were alone on the street. No one could have heard them. [i]You should have gone to the bathroom before we left home. Liontari’s not going to be happy if you have an accident at school.[/i]

“That’s okay. I can hold it in until we get home.” But the way he continued to wiggle cast doubt on that claim. When they stopped at a crosswalk, he even pressed his hand against his diaper.

[i]Sure you can...[/i]
Yure had been underselling his need to pee. He had woken up with his bladder rather full, and had been laying in bed, enjoying the tight feeling in his belly. When Liontari had pushed him into the bed, he found holding in his pee throughout the rutting to be a fun test of his stamina. He’d had to power through, even as the cock pressed into his backside, unable to even use his hands to hold himself. The fact that Liontari had been oblivious to his need gave it an extra-naughty thrill. He’d gotten off on being desperate right under his nose! (Well, as long as the lion didn’t notice the couple of pee squirts that he’d spilled on the bed while Liontari was riding out his orgasm.)

And his need had only gotten stronger since then. By the time he’d gone out the door, his steps had taken on a sort of choreography: he wiggled his hips and grabbed his crotch, anything to keep the pee inside him. He wasn’t actually sure if he’d be able to hold it in all day, but he was going to have a lot of fun trying. And if he wasn’t able, that was what his diaper was for, regardless of what Liontari said.

By the time he got to his school desk, the tension in his bladder was impossible to ignore. Sitting down at his desk posed a challenge: since the necessary bending caused a sudden contraction in the space for his bladder. He had to stare at his desk for a bit, trying to puzzle out the best way to slide into his seat without having it squeeze too hard on his insides. He knew several of his classmates were watching, and he wondered if they knew what was going through his mind right now. Was his need obvious? Would they be whispering amongst themselves about the poor kitty who was trying hard not to go pee in his diaper? Or would they write it off as just another mannerism of an eccentric kitten, and the fact that he was desperately trying not to soak his padding would be a secret known to him alone?

He finally figured out how to get into his seat with minimal bending when the teacher, a painted wolf named Mister Walters, called him out. “Do you need to go to the bathroom, Yure?”  What kind of question was that? Of course he didn’t need to go to the bathroom. He never used the bathroom at school. And he proudly announced this. If the class didn’t realize what was going on before, then they would definitely know now. All the extra eyes on him was making him even stiffer than he already was. He wondered if he could get away with trying to rub himself during class.

He decided to start small. While he took notes with one hand, his free hand sat in his lap, not making any sudden movements, but gently applying pressure to the front of his diaper. It made his padding rub against his stiffy pleasurably, but it also put some additional weight on his bladder, causing his legs to squirm and twitch. Thankfully, he had never been very good at peeing with a stiffy, so all of his pee stayed inside his bladder. He just had to make sure not to cum, or else his erection would deflate, and all bets would be off.

Feeling emboldened, he began to rub the flat of his palm against his diaper, keeping his mouth shut to quell any moans. The tightness of his cock pressing against his pants mingled pleasantly with the tightness of his bladder. The entire area between his legs felt like it was going to explode, and he began to hump, pushing his pelvis into his hand. He stopped trying to take notes and lost himself in the feeling, rocking his hips and grinding his padding against his paw.

It took a nudge on his shoulder to bring him back to reality. For a moment he panicked, worried that Mister Walters had caught him rubbing off in his padding. But it was only his friend and classmate, Declan the brown bear, reaching over from the next desk over.

“You need to go potty, don’t you?” he whispered.

Of course he had noticed. Declan, as nice as he was, made it his hobby to know the bathroom habits of every kid in class. Yure ignored him, worried that responding would just draw more attention to them. He continued to press his paw into his padding, but more slowly this time, mindful of the fact that he had an audience. Knowing that Declan was watching also made him more sensitive than before, his willy twitching whenever he thought about it. He had to be careful and take breaks to avoid pushing himself too far.

But Declan wasn’t going to leave this alone. “If you have to go potty, you should tell Mister Walter.”


No, no way could Mister Walter know about this. Just the thought of getting caught touching himself with a full bladder made him seize up in panic… and made a certain part of his anatomy tense up with pleasure. He pushed his hands into his seat, which only made it feel even better. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on not cumming.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just tell Mister Walter myself.”

No. No no no. But he couldn’t say as much without losing his focus on holding back his orgasm. He rocked in place, trying to regain some control as he watched Declan raise his hand. If Declan announced his need to the entire room, he knew he’d lose it.

“Ah yes, Declan.” That was the voice of Mister Walter. “Thank you for volunteering. Please come up to the board.”

A lucky break for Yure, as the obedient brown bear switched gears, getting out of his seat to solve the task that he had unwittingly offered himself to. With the focus away from Yure, he was able to get his pulsing nethers under control, and as he relaxed, he noticed for the first time that it wasn’t just his bladder that was aching for release: Yure had to poop too.

He had been so focused on enjoying his need to pee, he hadn’t even noticed his other need creeping up on him. While holding in his pee was fun and gave him a stiffy, holding in his poop was much less enjoyable. He wanted this poop out of him, and he was not going to wait until he got home to do it. He squirmed in his seat and pressed a paw into the back of his padding, trying to stem the dull pressure emanating from his bowels.

He considered his options: the school toilets were simply not an option. He refused to do his business there. Sorry Liontari, he thought. I’m coming home with a soiled diaper whether you like it or not. His next option was to just poop his diaper right there. But his shyness would never allow that: what if someone noticed? Pooping was something that took a lot of focus: what if he got called on while he was making a load in his diaper? No, he needed to be able to go in private. It would have to be during recess then: he’d find a private spot on the playground to do his business. His goal: to relieve the irritating pressure in his bowels without having to sacrifice the much more enjoyable pressure in his bladder.

He watched the clock count down while dealing with a mounting pressure from both ends. The heavy weight in his gut pushed on his sensitive bladder, and he felt a spurt of pee escape into his diaper: both hands immediately went between his legs to stem the flow, which left his behind vulnerable, and a toot escaped his rear as the pressure spiked. Yure was a squirming mess, rocking in his seat to maintain some semblance of control. There was no way that he was being subtle now.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to be subtle for much longer. There were just minutes left in class before recess, but each minute was sixty seconds of agony. When the bell finally rang, he didn’t even hear what Mister Walters said as he dismissed them: his mind was focused entirely on making it outside and finding a private place to do his business. He already had a place in mind: the padded kitten hadn’t made it this far in life without constantly being on the lookout for the best spots to get some relief away from the watchful eyes of teachers and classmates. His target: a secluded patch of grass just below one of the classroom windows. It was obscured by a bulky power transformer on one side, and a tree on the other. If he ducked down below the windowsill, it would be difficult for anyone to see him.

He was oblivious to the bustle of the other students as he pushed his way out onto the playground. In his haste to reach his secret spot, Yure wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going as he ducked under the tree and crawled into his secret spot. Since the hiding place was occluded by design, he didn’t notice the other cub until he had already bumped into him, knocking him on his bum. The tumble didn’t do Yure any favors, and as he cradled his belly in pain he felt some liquid escape from his high-pressure bladder and spray into the front of his padding.

The other cub was knocked onto his hands and knees, and Yure recognized him as Randy, a jackal pup with a temperament. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” said Randy as he pushed himself back up into a standing position and rubbed the dirt from his palms onto his shorts, and in the moment where his butt was sticking out Yure thought he could see the seat of his pants was pulled down by some extra weight… or maybe it was just a trick of the light. “What are you doing here, anyway? Get out.”

Yure apologized and tried to give him space; there wasn’t really enough room for two cubs in here, and it was starting to feel cramped. But Randy was blocking the way out. “Oh, uh…” Yure hesitated to admit why he had really come here: The jackal had a reputation for teasing the other cubs for perceived childishness. He tried to think of an excuse when he remembered the way Randy’s pants had sagged. Were they both here for the same reason? “Never mind me, why are you here?”

Randy harrumphed and crossed his arms. “I don’t have to answer that; I asked you first,” he said. The jackal reached behind him and rubbed at the back of his pants, then stiffened and looked skittish. “Whatever. I gotta leave now anyway.” He backed out of the hiding place before dashing off, and Yure couldn’t help but notice that the cub’s legs were spread a bit wider than normal.

And now Yure was alone, although he took another moment to peer out from his hiding spot and make sure he was alone. Not seeing anyone, he took a deep breath and dropped into a squat, doing his best to relax his rear without relaxing his bladder. He felt his insides shift, and then…

“There you are, Yure!”

Of course it was Declan who popped his head around the power transformer at the exact moment that Yure was just starting to feel relief. The bear cub must have seen him when he poked his head out.

“I’ve been looking for you! I was gonna talk to you after class, but you just ran out! We’re playing baseball and we need one more, do you want to join us?”

No, he did not want to play baseball. He wanted to poop in his diaper, and then either grab his spare diaper from his backpack and change, or just avoid drawing any attention for the rest of the school day. But he couldn’t say any of that, and so he didn’t have a reason he could voice to not play. So he ended up saying “Um… okay…” and allowed Declan to lead him out of his hiding spot, even as his belly churned angrily. “Calm down,” he pleaded with his stomach. “I’m trying…”

This was going to be a long recess.
“Hey everyone! I got Yure to fill out our team!” Declan announced, as he led Yure onto the baseball diamond.

Yure looked out at the assembled cubs to see who he was dealing with this time. The game appeared to be shirts versus shirtless, and the shirt team was already assembled. Yure recognized most of them; there was a weasel and pig that were boasting and laughing amongst themselves: Marcos and Dylan, an inseparable pair since the day that they first met. A coyote boy and akita inu girl were somewhat awkwardly hanging around them. The coyote was Zach, a new but welcome addition to Dylan’s entourage. But the girl’s name, Yure couldn’t remember. She was in the year below them, but he had seen her trying to tough it out with “the big kids.” He found her slightly intimidating in her intensity (through no fault of her own: Yure found many girls intimidating) and had never even asked her name.

“Come on, we’re on shirtless,” Declan told Yure, and no sooner had he announced this that he had begun to peel off his shirt, the waistband of his white briefs poking out through his shorts. He tossed his shirt into the bleachers and ran to join two equally shirtless girls: an elephant in pantaloons and a baboon in a box-pleated skirt. Yure stared at them, not sure what to say to any of them and hoping they could just get this over with without much chit chat.

A swift game was too much to ask for though. As Yure did his best to keep his belly under control, the other players mingled, made idle conversation, and took their time even getting the equipment out from the shed. And all the while Yure was quietly hopping in place, his focus directed on preventing a public accident. Sure, it was all going to come out in his diaper eventually, but he’d rather not do it in front of an audience. He hoped he wasn’t too obvious in his desperation, although he wasn’t getting his hopes up for that either; Marcos gave him a wink and a nod as they were setting up… and the baboon (he finally remembered her name was Kimmy) asked him point blank if he needed to “go caca.” Thankfully she took his denial at face value.

After an agonizing wait, the game finally began. By this point, the pressure in Yure’s insides had reached the point where he could no longer run or even pay attention to where the ball was. The top of the inning consisted of him mostly focusing on his own issues while the game went on around him. In the bottom of the inning, he stumbled up to bat, twitching and sweating. He picked up the bat and bent his knees, hoping it would help. It didn’t. He still felt at any moment like his pee was going to force its way out of him with the pressure of a fire hose, and his bowels would fire their contents like a rocket into his diaper. His kegel muscles were feeling the strain, and in an act of desperation he leaned against the bat, allowing the base to grind against his diaper and supply some additional pressure. The hard wood pressed against his swollen shaft, and he gasped, relishing the bit of pleasure among the pain.

He was too distracted riding the bat to notice the first pitch go sailing right past him. But Declan, eagle-eyed as always, saw it all. When Yure made a half-effort swing at the second pitch, the bear cub made his way to the pitch. “I know that look, Yure!” he said. His tone was serious, but he was more concerned than upset. “You really have to go, don’t you? If you don’t go now, you’re going to go in your pants. You don’t want to do that, do you?”

There was no fooling Declan about his bodily needs. But maybe he could fool the bear cub about something else. “You’re right,” he said. “I do have to go. In fact, I’m going to go right now!” It no longer mattered to him if he was disrupting the game; he needed to get out of there. Yure suspected that Declan wouldn’t challenge him on it. The bear cub would trip over himself if it meant encouraging a friend to answer the call of nature.

Sure enough, the beat cub gave him a sympathetic nod, just as predicted. “You better hurry then. I’ll tell everyone else.”

Yure immediately turned and waddled off, aiming to lose Declan around the edge of the building, shouting behind him, “No need to follow me, I already know how to get there!”

He turned the corner and stopped to catch his breath, one paw pushing into his stomach to ease the uncomfortably full feeling from within. Why was finding a spot to poop so hard today? He couldn’t go back to his usual pooping place without cutting back through the baseball game; he’d have to find some place to go that was on this side of the building.

He stumbled over to the jungle gym, his churning gut threatening to void his bowels all on their own. The criss-crossing metal bars of the dome climber only partially obscured him, but it was better than nothing. He tried to climb through one of the many triangular holes in the structure, but winced as he lifted both legs off the ground and the metal bar pressed into his belly.

“What are you doing, weirdo?”

Oh no, not now. He could handle being caught, but not by her.

He slowly turned his head to see the rabbit girl Vitoria watching him. This shifted his balance enough that he toppled into the dome, the sand breaking his fall. The metal bars surrounded him now, like a cage. He was boxed in, as Vitoria slowly approached him and rested her paws on the jungle gym. He could never feel at ease around her, and he certainly couldn’t relieve himself like this!

“Oh, hey, Vitoria. I was just trying to find a nice spot to… um, well, I was going to…”

“Going to piss your diaper?” Yure shrunk away from her, and the rabbit girl took that as confirmation; she stuck out her tongue and grimaced. “We all saw you touching yourself during class today. You don’t really care who knows how gross you are.” She scoffed and leaned against the metal latticework. “Go ahead, then. Pretend I’m not here.” She leaned back and closed her eyes, but after a moment opened one eye to watch him.

There was no way he could do his business like this, so he ran the other way, climbing out of the jungle gym on the opposite side as Vitoria and making a mad dash for freedom. His belly wasn’t happy about this, the heavy weight in his guts pushing against his insides in a way that made him stumble: his poop needed to come out [i]now.[/i]

Yure’s vision narrowed as he stumbled over to the side of the school building. He couldn’t tell if his position was still hidden, and he was beyond the point of caring. His gut rumbled painfully, with an intensity that could no longer be ignored. This cycle of public embarrassment was nearly over: one way or another, he was about to feel relief. Meanwhile, the immense pressure in his bladder waged a war with his stiff erection. He dropped into a squat and leaned against the brick wall of the school, his lower body relaxing. Whatever happened next was out of his control.

And then…

“What are you doing?”

Of course someone else had spotted him. Looking up, Yure saw a red panda boy with one arm, which he was currently bracing against his knee in order to support his body in a squat that brought the two cubs to eye level. This was Eos, the class whizz kid. Yure thought about running away again, or asking him to leave, but he was worn out. His body was demanding release, and by this point the pain was bad enough that it was worth some embarrassment to get rid of it. So this time, Yure decided this time that he wasn’t going to let anything interrupt him. He just answered honestly instead: “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“In your diaper?”

[i]Of course I’m going in my diaper, you nosey panda. Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?[/i] But instead of saying that out loud, he just said, “Uh huh.” His gut convulsed again, and he realized that if Eos wasn’t going to give him privacy, he was going to have to multitask and relieve himself while keeping up the conversation.

He took a deep breath and stopped holding back his aching bowels. Almost immediately, he felt an internal pressure on his bladder, and he had to jam his paw into the front of his padding to stop more than a couple dribbles from leaking out. But it worked: it was already difficult enough for him to pee through his erection, and the extra pressure from his paw was enough to stem the flow. As an added bonus, his shaky paw against his padding was quite pleasurable, his dick giving a satisfied twitch. He did his best to ignore his audience and pushed on his bowels, anything to get that urge out of him so that he could focus on the much more pleasurable urges between his legs. He felt his bowels move, but so did his bladder, as a small trickle of piss was pushed out of his urethra and dribbling into his padding. This wouldn’t do; he reached into his diaper and began to stroke, feeling his member harden even further under the stimulation. If he wanted to hold back the flood, his dick would need to be sturdy and unyielding. 

He watched Eos sit cross-legged across from him, the red panda’s own erection visibly tending the front of his athletic shorts. He wanted to tell him off for being a perv, but he honestly didn’t care at the point. Let him watch.

Yure took a deep breath, and then he began to push. He didn’t try to hold back his pleasurable moans: the whole school could watch for all he cared, as long as he got to feel relief. There was a tightness inside him that was pushing now not only against his bladder, but his prostate as well. Whenever it felt like his bladder was going to burst, he stroked his dick harder, willing his rigid member to hold back the flow. But this had its own problem: he could feel his chest tightening, his breath coming quicker. He only had so much sexual stamina, and he was burning through it fast. He tensed and pushed harder, desperate for relief.

And then it happened. He felt his bowels unload into his diaper, and the relief was overwhelming. His dick pulsed in his trembling hand as he came too, a dry orgasm that left no evidence of his misdeed, but left him breathless as he slowly came down from the pleasure that had washed over him… and Eos was still standing there, watching him. “Enjoy the show?” he asked dryly. The red panda shrugged: a gesture that Yure somehow found more offensive than the peeping. If he was going to have his privacy violated, he wanted his vouyer to at least enjoy it.

He couldn’t dwell on this though, because with his orgasm behind him, his erection was shrinking, which made holding back his strained bladder even harder. He rubbed the front of his diaper and shifted between his feet uneasily. This was his favorite part, when he was teetering on the edge of an accident… but his body had been through too much to hold back anymore. He could feel himself leaking: first a trickle, then a gentle stream. His entire body relaxed as he gave up the fight, enjoying the warmth spreading through his diaper and tickling his fur. He fell onto his butt, the impact softened by his squishy diaper. Even when the flow stopped, he laid back and basked in the afterglow.

The next thing he heard was the whistle calling all the cubs back in from recess. Had he fallen asleep? Or had his misadventure taken longer than he had thought? Eos was gone, having scampered away while Yure was out of it. He clambered to his feet, his legs forcibly spread by the sodden and heavy padding. He’d been meaning to change before having to go back inside, but it was a little late for that now.

As the cubs filed back into the school building, he spotted Severo. “Hey, big bro,” he said as he slid up to the black kitten, doing his best to play it cool despite the obvious load in his diaper. “I don’t suppose we can take a detour to the bathroom and clean up?” His plan was obvious: both cubs knew that he only called Severo “big bro” when he had a favor to ask.

Severo was completely unphased, showing Yure a sign that he had already written. ([i]Am I that predictable?[/i] Yure thought.) The sign read: [i]I already told you I’m not changing you. Next time, try using the toilet.[/i]

“That’s fair. Still, worth a shot.” Yure was about ready to give in and head to class when he noticed something curious: a telltale splotch in the front of Severo’s briefs. “Looks like I’m not the only one who had an exciting recess,” he said, playfully reaching for Severo’s crotch before his hands got swatted away with the sign. “Hey, I’m just asking! Tell me what happened!” Severo pulled away and faded back into the throng of cubs.

“Eh, I’ll ask him later,” he said as he headed back to class. There were enough things in life to be anxious about, and this wasn’t one of them. Today could still be a good day.

[center]Story 4: Softness[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]382934[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Fat and bondage.[/center]

					Softness

	Arel walked into the house wobbly-kneed and staggered into the kitchen. His normally thick, grey, fur would be poofy, but all the sweat had flattened it down, showing off Arels' chubby body shape. Arel needed his small stool to grab a glass out of a cupboard, and he filled it with cold tap water. Arel was grateful for the cool water that moistened his dry tongue. "Need to go to... the store for a second.... travel mug..." Arel tiredly spoke to himself. Taking several deep breaths in between drinks, Arel gulped down the glass of water. After refilling the glass with more water, Arel took his time to drink half of the glass.

	After a recent visit to the doctors, Arel learned he was quite chubby for his height. Arel started to try and jog after work, and in the mornings on weekends, to help loose some extra weight. Despite the chill of an early spring morning, like today, the jog back up the steep hill was killer. Arel felt too warm and sweaty despite the chill. Even after Arel felt like his own heart and lungs were going to explode, he loved the jogs. Muscles gaining stamina and having so much extra energy for the rest of the day, Arel felt better and more confident about himself after every jog.

	"How'd the morning jog go?" Joel, Arels' roommate, asked while leaning against the kitchen door frame. "Soooooo much easier than trying to do that than after work." Arel huffed, took another drink of water and continued. "It's freaking cold out there. Get used to it in a couple of minutes though. I didn't think I'd be this sweaty while it's cold out. Look at this." Joel got a good look at Arel as he spun around. With all of Arels' fur matted and sticking out in tuffs, Joel thought Arel went rolling down the hill instead of jogging. Only Arels' short tail seemed undamaged by the exercise. "You're going to need to shower. You'll be smelling like stale B.O. if ya don't." "I know, I know." Arel waved off the remark. "Do you mind getting my back fur? Arms are too short." "I'll get some towels." Joel happily agreed.

	Arel was the first feline into the hot shower, Joel followed in shortly after. The warm water smoothed down the rest of Arels' fur, showing off his body shape to Joel, who admired it from behind. Joel didn't have the poofy fur that Arel did, his brown and black-spotted fur was too short for that. Being twice Arels' height, Joel needed to lean down to apply Arels' special fur-shampoo. Rubbing and kneading the shampoo all around, quite a lather had built up. Arel and Joel laughed as they decorated there faces with bubble beards and mustaches. They both dodged and threw handfuls of bubbles of bubbles at each other. Arel scored a critical hit as a handful of bubbles landed in Joels' face. "Gahh! Pffft!" Joel shouted and quickly washed the pack of stinging bubbles away from his eyes, and bumped Arel with his hip.

	Getting out of the shower, and then drying, was the real trail for the two. Joel stepped out of the shower and dried off his own body in no time, thanks to the short fur. Not so much the same situation for Arel. As Joel finished drying, Arel was still standing in the tub, pressing and rubbing downwards to remove the majority of the water. Arel had to pee from chugging all that water but didn't want to soak the floor. Arel sighed as he knew it would take some time for his fur to dry enough to not make a mess. As Arel finally stepped out of the tub, Joel grabbed a second towel to help Arel dry. Arel rubbed down his belly, arms, and head while Joel dried down Arels' legs. Joel dried off Arels' fur aggressively, causing the fur to stand out in mangled tuffs. Thanks to Arels' special shampoo, for all of his fur, all the aggressive drying wouldn't produce any knots during the "combing" phase. As Joel was drying upwards on Arels' other leg, he looked up. The tip of Arels' penis was just peeking out from his sheath. It seems as though Arel still couldn't control himself while getting dried off from his friend. Joel slowed his drying rhythm, and as he neared Arels' groin and butt, Arel peeked out of his sheath just a little more. Slowly, Joel rubbed over to Arels' balls and dried them gently, in a circle motion. Arel said not a word and tried to ignore it. Joel dried upwards, making sure the palm of his hand rubbed over the head of Arels' dick, in the towel. Slowly, Joel dried down to Arels' balls again, then back up over the sheath. The slow rubbing brought Arels' penis into full view, and Arel had long stopped his own drying. Arel ditched the towel all together and groped his paw over Arel to make sure he'd captured all the shower water. "You're such a fuckin tease." Arel commented. Joel stood up and whispered into Arels' ear, "Well then, get decent, and I'll play with you some more."

	As Arel dressed his erection had softened, but the heat going through his body stayed, because of the words of Joel. Arel dressed with a soft, thick, and plushy pair of blue shorts with a stretchy belt line that hold snug over all the fur. No shirt, Arel never wore a shirt if he could help it. Arel left his room and immediately ran into Joel who was waiting outside the door. Joel was holding a pair of handcuffs that had an extended chain to them, as Arel couldn't reach behind his own back very well. Arel hadn't seen the cuffs in a long time. "Turn around." Joel commanded, Arel did as he was told. Arel felt the cuffs attached loosely around his wrists, hands trapped behind himself as far as was comfortable. Once the cuffs were on, Joel spoke up, "I bought 2 things I believe both of us will enjoy." Joel slipped a blind fold over Arels' eyes. The blind fold was snug and not a speck of light found its ways in from the sides. "A blindfold? What's the other thing." "You'll see." Joel replied, self-satisfied with his own pun at Arels' expense. Joel led Arel safely into the living room, where he planned on playing with Arel. "Here, drink some water. This other thing I bought can dry out the mouth." Arel was completely confused at what Joel was talking about but knew better than to ask, he would find out. "Say aaaa," Joel said. A mug touched Arels' lips and his opened wide for a couple of sips of water. "One more time. Say aaaa," Joel said again, once he removed the mug of water. A ball was placed on Arels' mouth. A ball that was big enough so Arel couldn't speak comprehensibly, but he could breathe just fine. "It's a ball gag, you talked way to much the last time we did this. Are you ok with it?" Arel nodded.

	Joel sat on top of 3 towels that were placed on the couch and lightly tugged on the handcuff chain for Arel to follow back. Joel sat Arel down on his own lap, Arels' head resting against Joels' chest. Joel started by rubbing Arels' shoulders, moved up to the neck, and worked his way up to Arels' sensitive ears. After teasing Arels' ears, Joel sifted through the thick fur on Arels' chest and stomach. "My god, all this lush fur of yours." Joel spoke to Arel. Arel didn't reply, couldn't reply. "I can't wait for winter again. I can sink my whole body in all of this." Arel was as relaxed as he was turned on by the massage, he began to purr. Joel loved the soft, thick fur that Arel possessed and spent a long time massaging, just watching his paws get lost in the grey sea of soft. Joel spread his knees apart, which spread apart Arels' legs as well, and started to slowly massage downward. Arels' heart started to suddenly pound when he realized Joel would start his playing soon and that he had forgotten to use the bathroom after the shower. All the water Arel had gulped down was coming to bite him in the bladder. Arel had been reminded as his abdomen tightened from his legs widening, but he didn't want this to stop so soon, so Arel said nothing. As Joel massage his way downward, he felt the tightness of Arels' abdomen and grinned. Joel had been around Arel almost the moment he back home and knew Arel hadn't used the bathroom. This was the only reason Joel was sitting on top of 3 towels. Joel skipped over Arels' abdomen, not wanting him to squirm yet, and rubbed over Arels' blue shorts. 

	Joel slid his paw down the center of Arels' shorts. "You're were the soft, thicker pair, I see." Joel said as he gripped the shorts. Joels' grip just so happened to be where Arels' balls were. Joel kept sliding his paw slowly up and down Arels' shorts. Joel kept kneading the thick fur of Arels' chest and belly with his other paw. "Why did you where these? Did you want something comfortable to wear, or did you want the feel of something soft and smooth?" Joel whispered into Arels' ear. Arel had gotten hard with all the rubbing and attention Joel was giving him. Joel could feel the erection through the shorts, but had ignored it up to now. "It seems that not everything is soft at the moment." Joel teased and snaked his paw under the waistband of Arels' shorts. Arels' heart seamed to skip a beat and start to pound harder. Joel touch the tip of Arels' dick and slid his paw slowly down the shaft, all the way down to Arels' balls and gripped them firmly. As Joel rubbed down Arels' dick, he leaned forward and placed his paw over Arels' bladder to "hold steady" and lightly pushed in. 

	The constant need to pee had been pushed to the back of Arels' mind until Joel pressed on his bladder. Arel groaned in the need to pee and in the need for attention. Joel released the pressure on Arels' bladder, causing near-instant relief for Arel, as Joel slid his paw back toward the tip of Arels' dick. Joel made sure Arel felt the soft firmness of his paw pads on the stroke upwards. As Joel reached Arels' tip, he played with it. Joel squeezed Arels' tip, he stroked slowly up and down, just over the head. Joel leaned in, gripping Arels' bladder for his hold again, and slid back down over Arels' shaft. Joel kept up his routine for several long, agonizing minutes for poor Arel. Each slow stroke downward brought Arel closer to cumming but each press on the bladder brought Arel close to peeing. Arel breathing quickened as he nearing climax, and Joel stopped. Joel brought his paw back up to mussing around in Arels' thick fur. Arel panted and throbbed at how close he'd gotten, Arel also groaned at how badly he needed to pee. Arels' bladder pulsed with his heart at how much he had been teased to pee, to just get it over with. As much as Arel wanted to get up and use the bathroom, he didn't want to ask. If Arel got up now, all the rubbing would be ruined. Arel struggled to not show that Joel was pressing on his bladder.

	Joel could feel the tenseness of his friends abdomen, as he went back to fondling Arel. Joel was surprised at how well Arel was keeping himself composed. Arel was weakening and the need for release was stronger. Arel groaned and tensed from the slow rubbing, but every press on the bladder brought a groan, sometimes a whine, and Arel kept trying to squeeze his legs together. Joels' knees stopped that from happening. After a couple more presses on his bladder, Arel was shaking from not pissing himself and shook to get Joels' attention. "What's wrong, getting close again?" Arel shook his head no. Joel pulled out on the ball gag so Arel could talk. "I need to get up." Arel spoke for the first time in 45 minutes. "Are you ok?" Joel asked, and knew what the response would be. "I have to use the bathroom. I'm going to piss myself soon." This was quite obvious for Joel, as Arel continued to try and squeeze his legs together. "I know," Joel started "You've had to go for a while know. Why do you think I've been pressing in on you?" Joel didn't help Arel up, but rubbed Arels' bladder in circles instead. Now that Arel knew Joel had been purposefully teasing him, Arel hid no pretense of not having to pee. "You hold it as long as you can, all the time. Sure, sometimes you have no choice. A bus, being stuck in traffic, or just being shy in public." Joel seemed to be talking to himself as he rubbed circles on Arels' bladder. Arel squeezed his legs with all his might, but could not close them. Arel wiggled to try and get away, but that only pressed in on Joels hands. "You always seem to piss yourself right when the bathroom is nearby. Like you enjoy holding it until you burst. I think you get off on this." Joel stopped rubbing circles and looked down at Arel. Arel was stretched out on Joels' lap and using his last bit of effort to not piss himself. The front of Arels' shorts already had a wet spot, and as Joel watched, it grew just a little bit more as Arel started to lose his grip. Joel tickled Arel and a spurt of urine shot out as Arel snorted. Arel could no longer hold out with the tickling and the stream of warm urine flowed. As Joel saw Arel lose all control, Joel stopped tickling his friend and placed a hand on Arels' bladder and lightly pushed, to make sure Arel wouldn't stop. Joel chuckled, "It's ok. You can't feel it, but I'm sitting on 3 towels, the long ones. You won't ruin the couch." Joel didn't need to press on Arels' bladder, he already tried to stop the flow and couldn't. Knowing that Joel had already sneakily prepared for this stole the worry off of Arels' face.

	As the flood came to a stop, Arel shivered. Arel felt so much better, a wave of pleasure and warmth flew through his body. That euphoria always flooded Arel every time he barely made it to the bathroom or pissed himself, it's the only reason that Arel always waited till the last second to pee. Arels' dick and bladder tingled with the relief of its burden, and Joel reach back down to start rubbing again. Arel bucked upwards a bit, completely shocked that Joel would continue pawing him, but reeeeally didn't want Joel to stop. Joel decided to stop bring his friend so close to the edge only to tease him. The urine added a slickness to Joels' fur and paw pads as he stroked Arel. Arel leaned forward and moaned at the speed and intense pleasure. Arel leaned back and huffed quickly and he neared climax again, heat soared through Arels' body. Joel wasn't very fond of being soaked in Arels' urine, he certainly didn't want to be covered in cum. Withdrawing his paw, Joel rub quickly on the outside of Arels' shorts with both paws. The warmth, the wetness, the softness sliding up and down over Arels' cock so quickly, was too much for the kitty. Arels' leg jerked out at the first pulse of cum. Arel stretched out as much as possible and groaned loudly. Joel kept up the swift rubbing as Arel came. Joel could feel each jerk of Arels' cock through the shorts and didn't low his rubbing till Arel was done. As Arel calmed down, Joel leaned back and removed the ball gag from his friends' mouth. "You paws are so soft." Arel spoke softly, for the second time in an hour. Joel recoiled slightly at the sour odor in the air from all the urin soaked into the towel and covering their bodies. "Looks like we need to shower again.... and do some laundry."

[center]Story 6: The Luxury Ball[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]213589[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Pokémon and edging.[/center]

The Luxuryball
“Ok, Feraligatr,” called out his trainer as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.  The battle they were in was as intense as one would expect of battling a wild Charizard atop a volcano.  “We’re tired, but we’re wearing him down too, so let’s keep at it!”
    “Gatr!” bellowed the water type, bearing his claws, eager and ready to keep fighting.
    The Charizard roared, looking just as up for the battle to continue as those attempting to capture him.  He loved to battle and test his strength and endurance against tough opponents.  But, even more than that, he loved the satisfaction that came with bursting out of Pokeballs and retaining his freedom.  From the basic red and white variety to the powerful Ultraballs and nearly every other kind made, he had broken free every time and forced the trainers attempting to capture him to give up once they no longer had any more to use.
    “Hit him hard with a Hydro Pump!” ordered the trainer, and Feraligatr responded by opening it’s toothy maw to fire a powerful blast of water out.  Quickly, the Charizard attempted to dodge, but the battle had taken its toll on him greater than he had anticipated and slowed his movements enough for the attack to hit his leg and make him drop to his knees.
    “Ugh, not bad,” thought the Charizard bracing himself for what he was certain to come next.  “He’ll probably try to capture me again.  He’s already gone through a lot of his capture balls, so what’ll he throw next?  Does he have another Ultraball to try or is he out and he’ll have to use a Greatball instead, or even just a regular Pokemon.  Heh, maybe he’ll try one of those gimmicky balls this time to mix it up.”
    “Ugh, come on,” groaned the trainer, searching his bag.  “I have to have one left.  I know I didn’t use them all.”
    “Oh, is he out?” smirked Charizard as he dusted himself off and got up.  “Guess our little battle is over then if he can’t capture me.”
    “Hey!” snapped the Feraligatr.  “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “If he doesn’t have any means to capture me, then we’re done here,” answered the Charizard smuggly.
    “Ah ha!” exclaimed the trainer, his head and arms buried in his bag as he searched it.  “One ball left.  Oh, Arceus, please, let this one do the trick.”
    “Oh hoh.  He had one left,” observed the curious Charizard.  “Wonder what this one is.  Could it be a Masterball?  Supposedly no Pokemon can escape it.  Heh, I’d make quite a name for myself if I were the first to succeed.”
    “Okay, Luxuryball, you are my last hope,” spoke the trainer as he held up the shiny, black ball with gold and red rings on it.  Hitting the button on the front, it grew in size like any other Pokemon, taking up all the space in his hand as he gripped it like a softball.  “Let’s catch him!”
    “Nobody’s ever tried to capture me in a ball like that,” commented Charizard as he watched the trainer prepare to throw it.
    “Is that a fact?” grinned the Feraligatr.  “I’ve never been in one myself, but I hear Pokemon that do end up really liking it.”
    “Is that a fact?” replied the Charizard as he saw the ball come at him.  “Well, let’s just see what is so luxurious about it.”  Without moving, the Fire and Flying Type Pokemon let the ball hit his chest and open up.  It fired a red beam at him that turned him into the same red energy before pulling him inside it.  The ball then closed and dropped to the floor, shaking as it tried to restrain and capture the Pokemon inside.
    “Come on,” hoped the trainer as he watched the ball continue to wobble back and forth.  “Get caught.”

    Inside the Luxuryball, Charizard found himself upon what appeared to be an endless cloud in the sky.  Such an illusionary world was hardly new to him as he had seen them many times before when escaping capture.  Each type of Pokeball was designed to help better capture Pokemon in their own unique ways, some more effective than others.  However, to this Charizard, none were good enough to pacify him and make him submit himself to the trainer who threw it.  To him, it was just a game, one he always won.
    “Okay,” he yawned and stretched out on the cloud.  “So, this is called a ‘Luxuryball,’ right?  I guess that means it’ll try to trap me in comfort or something.”  Resting his head against the clouds, he smiled a bit.  “Well, I do feel comfy so at least I can enjoy myself, for a little while.  I’ll just break out at the last second.  Then I can watch them leave in defeat.  I can’t think of anything more pleasurable than that.”
    Smirking, with absolute confidence, the Charizard continued to relax, keeping in mind not to forget himself and the situation he was in, not while his perfect escape record was on the line.  But as he rested, the clouds all around him began to creep over his body, wrapping around his arms, legs, tail, neck and even wings, attempting to restrain him.  Cracking an eye open to see this, he pulled an arm free from it almost effortlessly.  Right away, the clouds clung to him once more, but they proved no more restrictive than they were before.  Seeing such a feeble attempt to capture him, the Charizard couldn’t help but snicker.
    “Pathetic,” he yawned deeply.  “It is trying to ensnare me, but it’s far too weak against a Pokemon of my calibre.  I could probably take a nap in here and still break free at my own convenience.”
    The smug Pokemon continued to grin as he felt the clouds continued to bind him with no overall effectiveness.  Stretching and moving his body with absolutely no hindrance, the Fire Types confidence  remained unwavering.  Actually, he found the clouds rather nice.  In spire of being so weak, their efforts to hold him down were enough to rub and massage his body rather nicely.  To him, it felt a lot more like they were pampering.  They even gave his feet a nice massage, making him curl his toes and smile blissfully.
“Mmm~ very nice.  Guess this really is a Luxuryball.  I wouldn’t mind getting put in these more often if this is the kind of treatment I get.  Still, it’ll have to do a lot better than that if it wants to even have half a chance of capturing me.”
    As if accepting his challenge, the clouds continued to swarm onto the Charizard, covering over his legs, arms, and most of his body as they kept on rubbing and hugging against him.  This only served to further relax the large Pokemon and make him wonder if it was purposefully attempting to make him feel so at ease or if it really was no more effective on him than a standard Pokeball.
It was then that something happened that made Charizard’s eyes widen.  It was something that caused a stirring in his loins.  “Wh-what the?”  Lifting his head up, he peeked and saw the clouds had reached his crotch and were now rubbing around his balls and sheath, arousing him as they did.  “This is certainly different,” he blushed and watched out of curiosity and enjoyment of such a rare and unusual spectacle.
    Murrs of bliss slipped from his scaly lips as he enjoyed the pleasuring he was receiving.  Laying his head back down, he let the cloud do as it pleased, managing to coax his cock from its hole.  Soon, standing tall and erect at 6” was the Charizard’s mighty member, his pride, that, until now, had only ever been pleasured by his own claws.  Under normal circumstances, he would never have allowed it out, especially while he was still in the midst of a battle, but, given this was such a rare opportunity, he didn’t mind.  It truly was a better pleasuring than he could give himself, mostly because it was not him doing it.  The softness of the clouds also proved wonderful on his dick, not to mention quite diligent as they wrapped around the length while they rubbed it, so the whole thing could be pleasures at once.  The euphoria it filled the Charizard with proved quickly addictive and encouraged him to relax and enjoy the pleasure for as long as he was able to.
    “Oh, yes~” he murred louder, flames crackling out of his maw while smoke snorted out of his nostrils.  There was no doubt in his mind that this wasn’t merely some coincidental pleasure he was getting at its futile attempts to trap him inside the ball, not with how it so intently stroked his dragonhood and clutched his dragonballs in a pleasure-inducing manner.  It was deliberately trying to arouse him and doing quite a spectacular job at it.  The Charizard couldn’t help but love this the more he embraced it.  The happiness he felt from all this was even enough to make his tail slide from side to side in response too.
    Bit by bit, the pleasure the Charizard felt grew ever more blissful to him, his climax inching ever closer.  Cock twitches soon turned to throbs as pre leaked out of his cocktip.  His heartbeat sped up, adding fuel to his inner fire and making embers spew from his maw as he moaned with delight.
    “Al-Almost,” he swooned.  “Just a lil more.  After that, I’ll make my big escape.”
    The clouds continued to work his shaft, continuing to edge him closer and closer to his long awaited orgasm.  All the while, those same clouds that had been massaging and rubbing over the rest of his body too had been continuing to wrap around and bind his body in more and more layers.  With how thick the clouds were on him now, it was like he was snug as a bug in a cocoon, a fact that the Fire and Flying Type remained unaware of while in his current state of mind.  He was far too preoccupied with the pleasure pulsing from his crotch to every fibre of his being.  His claws squeezed at some clouds within reach and his toes curled even tighter.
It was truly the best pleasure the Charizard ever felt, but soon he began to understand it wasn’t truly pampering him, but trapping him in a most devious manner.  True, it was pushing him closer and closer to his climax, but it soon became apparent that it did so in a manner as to never actually allow him to ever reach his peak and instead keep him from ever receiving the relief to follow.  The pleasure was so wonderful, but it was getting to be too much of a good thing for him to stand and going on for far too long for him body to tolerate as well.  All this pleasure was dulling his senses and sapping the strength out of his already relaxed body.  Resisting it wasn’t an option either, not when his cock had already been pleasured as much as it had, becoming so sensitive to touch and the clouds quite good at exploiting such a vulnerability of his.
With each lenght long stroke, more of the huge lizard’s strength was shaved away, leaving him more helpless placing him in further jeopardy.  Something had to be done to stop this immediately, before he was weakened too much, or else he really would get trapped within the Luxuryball.  Already, he was certain he had been too careless and let more time go by than he normally would have allowd before he breaking free any time before.  What time he had left wasn’t much, certainly not enough to waste indulging in the pleasures of the flesh.
“Enough is enough,” groaned the Charizard as he tried to get up and jerk himself off to finish so that he could rid himself of this overwhelming pleasure.  That’s what he attempted to do, but the clouds that had been an effortless task to break free of prior were suddenly too strong for him.  This confirmed what the Charizard had feared, he couldn’t muster up his full strength, let alone enough to break free of merely clouds.  Any efforts to gather his strength were thwarted as pleasure kept sending a spasm of nirvana so strong it numbed his muscles and made him no more a threat than a Magikarp.
“G-Gotta get free,” cried the Charizard, squirming like a bug to escape the bindings, but every attempt only used up what little energy he left and the clouds were only ensnaring him more tightly, restraining his movements while giving him terribly wonderful relaxation that was so good, he couldn’t hate it despite the predicament it had put him in.
“But it feels so good,” he whimpered, his smug attitude gone as his defeat seemed unavoidable now.  He couldn’t move under his own volition, save his neck to lean his head up enough and watch his cock still being pleasured, but never given a release.  As the clouds gently slid up and down his length and squeezed his balls, the dragon let out wails of pleasure from his maw.  Each stroke was even worse than the last, chipping away at his mental fortitude, while his body and soul had already submitted to the dominating bliss.
“Gotta resist… mmm~”
“If I don’t… murr~ I’ll… be caught…”
“It feels so good… but I have to… be strong…”
“Mmmurrr~”
“Gotta… re… murrr~ s-sist…”
“But… too good~  Murr!”
“This euphoria… so… so wonderful!”
“Have to… f-fight it… but don’t wanna…”
“Fight…”
“Surrender…”
“Freedom…”
“Pleasure…”
“Defeat…”
“Pleasure…  Lust…”
“MMMMMMMMUUUURRRRRR~  OH YEEESSS!!!”
“SOOOOOOOOOO WONDERFUL!!!” murred the Charizard, the pleasure super effective on the helpless dragon.  With his body and spirit already exhausted and, now, even his mind was broken by the sheer bliss, all restraint against it was dropped and all he could do was revel in it.
“MOAR!!!” he moaned, urging for even greater pleasure than he was currently experiencing and the clouds seemed to react to this desire of his.
First, the clouds that had been binding him loosened up, no longer needing to restrain the now willing Pokemon.  Instead, the clouds just tugged at his legs, spreading them apart and lifting them up to expose his tailhole.  They then start to push inside of him like a dildo, filling his ass till they hit his prostate and exposing him to a new euphoria to accompany the one emanating from his dick and brought his even more to the edge of cumming.
“No… not yet,” begged the Charizard, his desire no longer for an orgasm but to be edged for as long as possible, indefinitely even.  “More pleasure!  Can’t cum yet!”  To comply with that wish, the clouds formed a tight ring around the base of his cockhead, sealing away his ability to climax while it was in place.  With that there, the clouds began rubbing his cock with even less restraint that before while his ass continued to get pounded on his sweet spot.  Howls of nirvana burst out of the dragon’s maw as he embraced such an overwhelming sensation.  His body felt paralyzed by so much pleasure being forced upon it without pause.  Even if the Charizard desired it to end he was completely helpless.  He was a slave to the lustful feeling, addicted to it and resigned to let it consume him.  He couldn’t imagine anything he could ever wish for me.
With his current predicament completely forgotten, the Charizard didn’t even realize that the Luxuryball had already closed shut, sealing him in a short while ago.  In his current state, he had no means to have re

Outside the ball, only mere moments had passed as the trainer and his Feraligatr watched the ball wobble as they waited to see if the Charizard would get caught.  As it became still, the button on the front of it pulsed red one last time and made the sound of the capture being complete.  Heart racing, the trainer picked up his newly caught Pokamon and announced to the world, “Alright!  I caught a Charizard!”
“Gatr!” cheered his Pokemon just as happy to have been the Pokemon to come out on top.
“Now to greet our new teammate,” he suggested.  “He’s a tough one, but Luxuryballs do help make Pokemon a lot more friendly right away.”  Tossing the ball, he released the Charizard, an almost drunkly happy smile on his face as he emerged and hugged at his trainer.  “Heh, I’m not sure how it works, but he does seem happy.”
“Very happy,” commented the Feraligatr, his words only the usual Pokemon sounds that humans could hear.  Looking at the Charizard’s crotch it was wet with lust and smelled of it too.  “Do I even wanna know what it’s like in that kind of ball?”
“Wonderful,” murred the Charizard happily.  “And I can’t wait to go back.”
“Told ya,” chuckled Feraligatr.	

[center]Story 7: A Meowth Omorashi Story[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]723568[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Pokémon and omorashi.[/center]

As they walked, their feet splashed light trickles of murky water to their sides. The sound of droplets of water echoed lightly throughout the cave, and a damp chill drowned the whole area in cold and fear. The two Meowth had been exploring for a while, but none of this served to bother them at all.
One Kantonian, the other Alolan. A duo of explorers, they were. Meowth, being cat Pokémon, were known to avoid rain or places where water was prevalent. But these two were different. They were explorers that focused on rescue missions, and thus, were prepared to brave even the worst of weather to help their fellow Pokémon in need.
They knew their limits, though. Thanks to Laurent, the Alolan Meowth of the duo whose smarts and patience led him to research an area before taking on a mission there, the two were always doing stuff they knew they could handle. Today, the Alolan Meowth had them scouting out a damp cave that had been uncharted in their region, a cave that hadn’t been fully explored by the natives. No one could figure out why the cave was as damp as it was, but because a forest grew within the cave itself, it was always a place of harvest for most of those natives.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t unsettled,” Riley, the Kantonian Meowth spoke up to break the silence between the two. “Doesn’t it seem weird to you?”
“Going to have to be specific,” Laurent replied, not looking back. His voice was posh but young, fitting of an Alolan Meowth.
“It’s so cold in here. The ground is all wet and spongey. I can hear it, too – but I don’t see a lick of water anywhere,” Riley said, warily scanning the surroundings. It was very dark, so he had to carry a luminous orb to maintain a decent view of his surroundings. They each had one, letting them just about see the ceiling of the cave and a fair view of the woodland around them.
“Pay more attention, my friend,” Laurent said, smiling boastfully. “The floor has soaked up all the liquid. Now that I’m here, I would guess that the cave gets flooded by a nearby tide. We don’t have too long if that’s the case, but we should be fine.”
“How does this place even work? How do trees grow inside a cave? There’s no wind, the floor is kinda rocky – it’s just a mess of nature,” Riley said.
Laurent mumbled a reply, paying more attention as he led the way. Being a forest, there wasn’t a clear path and the scenery was repetitive. There weren’t any Pokémon around either, which was keeping them both on guard. Something could’ve jumped them at any time and from anywhere, and they’d definitely land a big hit. That idea, along with the damp, static air, kept Laurent shivering and uneasy, his legs and belly tense.
“Stop a second. I hear something,” Riley said, jogging ahead for a moment. The sound of a river was nearby, but it was calm and bubbling. That was the only hint of it, and it made him breathe a sigh of relief. “Sweet. Just in time.”
“Just in time? For what?” Laurent asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I er, gotta take a leak,” Riley said, smiling cheekily.
“Didn’t you go before we left? There’s nothing we can do of that,” Laurent said, palming his face. He couldn’t help but rub his own belly, as just the mention of it brought his attention to his own need. They had been here since before lunch after all, so it was only natural he felt the need to go. It wasn’t urgent, but if he could relieve himself now, he would.
“But if there’s a river, why not? Or do you mind if I go water the grass, then?”
“There is no grass. And truly, you would go in a river?” Laurent replied with disgust. “Pokémon live in those. Pokémon we eat.”
“Wait really? You’re tellin’ me you wouldn’t pee in a river? I gotta go, so I gotta go somewhere,” Riley said with a frown.
“Deal with it, Riley. We shouldn’t separate in this darkness, and I’m not keeping watch while you deal with your… business,” Laurent said, resuming their trek.
“But I gotta go!” Riley cried.
“We need to avoid the water, Riley. If the river’s tide floods the cave, then the further we are from it, the easier we can escape. This way, now,” the Alolan Meowth instructed, going in a totally different direction. Riley moaned and caught up to him, keeping watch from behind.
It didn’t feel like long, but over an hour passed, and they were still lost amongst the woodland of the cave. Laurent had taken to mapping as they went along, and was certain that they hadn’t gone in any circles. Yet the scenery didn’t change beyond the theme of the forest in the cave. The only thing that did change was the sound of the river in the distance, which seemed to be getting louder and quieter without a coherent pattern.
Laurent’s earlier predicament only became more apparent over time, however. He needed to go earlier, but now it was difficult to ignore, like an alarm clock ringing in his lower stomach. His belly rumbled and panged a bit, and that earned quiet groans from him as he tried to maintain a smart front.
“Okay, this is bad. We need to turn back,” Laurent said, coming to a complete stop. “We’ve come really far out. If we don’t turn back now, we’ll have to spend the night here.”
“Oh yeah. Now you say that,” Riley replied. Laurent was surprised to see the Kantonian Meowth with a hand jammed between his legs, shuddering like a little boy that hadn’t been potty trained. “I totally haven’t been complaining about this for the last hour or so.”
“Commendable that you’ve lasted this long. I’ll admit, nature’s calling pretty desperately now, too,” Laurent said, leading the way back.
“We don’t have to leave if you’ve gotta go, you know. Let’s just pee in the river and then camp out tonight. I don’t mind, buddy,” Riley said, smiling.
“I refuse to relieve myself in such a fashion. I have a personal litterbox for a reason,” Laurent raised his voice.
“Hnng. You for real? I never thought you’d be like this,” Riley complained. “It’s just a river. And we don’t even know if anything lives in it. There’s been no Pokémon around.”
“It doesn’t matter. You have to maintain a particular level of sophistication and professionalism. And that means not polluting rivers,” Laurent argued. He slowed down upon hearing the river bubbling nearby again. “That’s strange. According to my map, we only…”
“What is it?” Riley asked. Laurent didn’t answer him and jogged forward on all fours, forcing him to follow.
“Great Scott!” Laurent cried.
He had stopped at the river they had been avoiding the whole time, finding that it wasn’t quite a river anymore. The water they were hearing earlier was actually flooding the cave, and had drowned the path they had taken thus far. Laurent glanced back and forth at the underwater woodland before him and the map he’d been sketching, only now realising that he hadn’t been accounting for the altitude. They had been walking uphill the whole time, and now that the water was this high, would have to wait here until it receded in order to go home.
“I- I couldn’t have- blast it, we’re stuck here!” Laurent said, gritting his teeth.
“Does this mean I can go pee now?” Riley replied. Laurent cut him a glare. “What? I really have to go.”
“I can’t believe you right now. Can’t you hold it until the morning or something? We’ll be able to get back by then,” he said.
“Heck no! I’m bursting, man. If I move my paws now, there’s gonna be a bad leak, I swear,” Riley said.
At that, Laurent couldn’t help but glance at his partner’s paws. The cream-coloured Meowth had both paws holding his sheath as tightly as possible, while both legs trembled and knocked together. All of that couldn’t hide his erection however, which served to help him hold it all in. Spotting that on accident, Laurent looked away, feeling that pang in his own lower tummy.
“It’s just until morning. You can do it,” he said.
“Can you hold it until morning? Surely you’ve gotta pee, too!” Riley cried.
Laurent glanced at his belly and tried not to hold the same spot with a paw. He knew the answer to that question already, but had to look smart here, now. He’d dug himself too deep, so if he embarrassed himself now, Riley would never let it go. “Of course I can.”
“Go on, then. If I’m not allowed to pee until the morning, you’re not, either!” Riley said, pointing at him.
“I didn’t plan to,” he replied, turning around.
He chose to distract himself from that predicament by dealing with the more important one. He settled down a good distance from the water and began to set up camp, managing to get a fire going despite the damp conditions. Soon enough, the two Meowth were happily settling into a meal, keeping warm and watch.
But the whole time, the need to relieve wouldn’t go away, it only got worse, keeping itself apparent. Laurent went from casually walking to rubbing his belly, then his feet trembling, then struggling to sit still. By the time it was late into the evening, he couldn’t help but keep a paw between his legs, and couldn’t sit still in one spot.
“Gotta go now, huh?” Riley said, teasing him. He was no better, choosing to pace side to side to try and hold back. His paws were holding his crotch the whole time, and there was barely an attempt to hide that erection from earlier.
“I’m surprised you lack this much dignity,” Laurent groaned, looking away from it. He blushed a little, coming to realise that his own member was becoming chub, but all in a natural reaction to stop him from wetting. If he peed his fur now, it would take a while to get back to wash his fur, meaning it might stain and the smell would be hard to get out.
He looked back in the direction of the water. If the tide came in and out, that meant there was a lot of water, and it all went somewhere. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he relieved himself in there. Just this once. The idea of getting free like that made his bladder pang again, and he crossed his legs. This was an emergency now – he really needed to go, and sitting down like this wasn’t making it easy.
“Okay, Lau, I’m kinda hitting a limit here,” Riley moaned with a growl. “I don’t care if you hold it or not. Can I please just pee in the river?”
“Don’t call me Lau,” Laurent replied, cutting him a glare. His eyes were once again drawn to the Kantonian Meowth’s member, this time right away. He growled and blushed, trying to look away. He kept staring, and some buried thoughts were arising, thoughts that embarrassed him even more than the danger of wetting himself.
What if that erection wasn’t a natural bodily response? What if this was some sort of hidden kink? The idea of Riley wetting his fur excited Laurent, but every sophisticated law told him to reject that thought. To feel that relief now as all the warm liquid drained from his bulging bladder… the imagination caused the slightest trickle to escape him, and he shook himself off.
“Why do I need to- darn it, not now!” Laurent growled, standing tall. His urges had spiked during his thoughts. He couldn’t stand still even if he wanted to now. He needed to go that badly, and daren’t move his paws away.
“S-see? Let’s cut this smart rubbish and go use the river. I’ll watch the camp if you want me to go first!” Riley cried, dancing on his toes. Laurent moaned and glanced towards the water again.
“N-no! I refuse! This is nothing. I can last until we get home,” he replied. “If I go now, he’ll never let me off the hook with it. I HAVE to hold it.”
Both Meowth prancing around, dancing on their toes with their paws holding their crotches, bellies rumbling from their need to go. This was the pinnacle of embarrassment for Laurent, and the only way this was going lower was if he gave into those urges and peed himself now. In fact, with the hours left of the night, he knew it was coming. He wasn’t going to make it, the weight in his stomach and member told him so. The moment he relaxed his tensing, he would be peeing, and he knew it.
“… You know… if you really can’t hold it, there’s a secret trick I’ve heard that sorta works,” Riley said quietly.
“What ‘trick’ is this? It better be good,” Laurent growled. Riley edged closer to him and sat down with his legs crossed, his paws still clutching his area.
“You’re gonna have to trust me on this one, though. It’s like, between us, alright?” he said, his cheeks flushing red a bit. “And between you and me, I’ve tried it before. It works.”
Laurent began to blush a little as well. “What is he talking about? He couldn’t possibly be…”
“C’mon. Sit down with me, too,” Riley said. Laurent sat in the same position, eyeing his partner warily. There was a pause. “G-go on. Show me it.”
“Show you what?”
“You know. It,” he said, looking away.
“This is weird, Riley-”
“It’s a secret between us, okay? No one has to know. It’s either peeing in the river or this,” Riley raised his voice. Laurent groaned and tightened his grip. “Just trust me!”
Laurent didn’t answer, shutting his eyes to focus. He tensed himself up as much as he could and then slowly moved his hands to his sides, leaning back on them a bit. Just that movement alone made him want to let loose, but he held back with all his might.
“Okay now. Just, hold it in,” Riley said, huffing a bit.
The next thing Laurent knew, a paw with three digits tightly gripped his cock around the base, and he yelped in reaction. Riley hushed him, beginning to slowly stroke up and down, concentrating.
“Riley, you!” Laurent cried, but was hushed again.
“If we do this, it’ll be easier to hold. It like, distracts you from it all,” he said. Laurent started blushing deeply, and one paw went to his mouth. Surely enough, the act was distracting him, and the weight in his member had turned into a strong arousal. He desperately needed to pee, but he couldn’t do it if he was being stroked off like this.
“But if this gets more intense… then I,” Laurent said, revealing to himself that his breathing had become heavy.
“If you will… me too,” Riley said, pushing his hips forward a bit, revealing his own hard on. Laurent watched for a while, surprised by his partner’s length, and the slight twitching.
The Kantonian Meowth was excited, and he was asking Laurent to paw him off while gladly doing the same. He couldn’t believe it. And it wasn’t a close-bonded tease either, he was working his paw over the Alolan Meowth’s length like it wasn’t new to him, caressing it delicately with his digits gently curled around it all. He stroked from base to tip with a steady rhythm, slow but speeding up, with one digit occasionally prodding the head of his cock, earning a hot, heavy breath and spike of feeling.
“You’ll keep this between us? No matter what? You’ll never speak of this again?” Laurent huffed.
“Too late to turn back now,” Riley snickered.
“I mean it, Riley!”
“I mean it. Hurry, or I’m gonna pee all over, I mean it!” he cried, scrunching up his face.
Laurent groaned in bother, returning his attention to that lengthy member jutting out of Riley’s sheath. He nervously took hold of it and began to copy his partner’s movements as closely as he could, to which Riley let out a pleasant moan. It was easy to stroke and the prodding at the head made him give out more moans, so now that he was doing it, it didn’t seem so awkward.
“Dang, you’re a natural at this,” Riley huffed, beginning to speed up. Laurent moaned and blushed, noting the sudden increase in feeling he got as Riley leaned forward to use two paws to stroke him off.
Both paws were around each other’s members now, stroking every side of their cocks with all the delicacy of a feather but the speed and tightness of a piston. It was like they were yanking at the pressure in their loins, easing any piss held in their cocks to tease it out and make them hold tighter. Yet the sensation was heavily arousing and pleasuring, filling their bodies with pressure and warmth like nothing neither had felt before. Riley knew what is was like to masturbate, but having someone else service him this way seemed to make it so much hotter and exciting, the prospect of possibly blowing his load all over someone he knew and trusted so well. In Laurent’s case, these were all new feelings and they were a bit overwhelming, forcing out embarrassing moans, gasps, and soon enough, the feeling of an oncoming orgasm. That peak struck him by surprise, but it was a heavenly feeling that would be many times more relieving than simply emptying his bulging bladder now.
“Dang, you’re so good… I’m not gonna last much…” Riley breathed out, moaning out loud. Hearing that, Laurent freaked out a bit, and stopped completely.
“Wait, stop!” the Alolan Meowth said aloud. He used one paw to clench Riley’s foreskin, holding him stiff and tight there. It was like he was plugging him, stopping any fluids from leaking out.
“H-hey, why stop?” Riley moaned, doing the same.
“The p-point is to stop any m-mess. Don’t you dare ejaculate. Especially this close to m-me,” Laurent said, regretting saying that a moment later. As Riley stopped, his oncoming orgasm didn’t die down, but the pressure of it did. And that felt so disappointing that he had every urge just to start back up and make sure he hit it.
“What do you mean?” Riley said with a sigh.
“J-just, n-no mess. We’re supposed to be holding our urine. If we… you know, it won’t be much better,” Laurent replied.
An awkward silence fell, and the two Meowth tried not to look at one another. Their paws were still holding each other’s cocks, but neither moved, at least until Riley stared back at his partner again.
“Hey… want to keep going, at least?” he said, a deep blush on his face.
“Isn’t this enough?” Laurent replied.
“Nah-uh. I still gotta go,” he said, going back to pawing Laurent off.
The Alolan Meowth huffed in response, arching back a bit as that new pleasure from earlier began to come right back. He instinctively began to repay the favour, again concentrating on copying Riley so that he knew he was doing good. He didn’t last nearly as long this time, twitching and jerking slightly in attempts to not look like he was enjoying it as much as he was.
Such a dirty act drove his heart and mind insane. He really wanted to cum, was just so tempted to jerk forward and let it all loose all over Riley. He’d keep himself clean, while his partner would deal with everything he wanted to avoid in getting wet and dirty. Yet, every gentlemanly instinct told him not to, that paw stroking his member making it every bit harder to resist.
His peak took him by as much surprise as it did the first time. Before he knew it, he could feel his heated cream squirming its way to the head of his cock, and with Riley’s paw still stroking so lovingly, it was probably going to fire out whether he wanted to or not. His breathing became rough and he began to groan out loud, arching back and shaking his head side to side.
“Whoa whoa Lau, you said no mess!” Riley snickered, squeezing the head of his foreskin. Just like that he was able to calm right down, and his orgasm dulled away. Laurent whined in his head, but he blushed hotly at his partner, ashamed to need to be told off.
“Th-then you as well,” Laurent shivered, squeezing the head of Riley’s cock as well.
They waited for a few moments, and then when Laurent was certain his climax had calmed down, he resumed his work on Riley without instruction. He couldn’t even feel his urge to urinate anymore, focused too much on the pleasure of being pawed off like this. The need was still there, but it was well under control, unlike the uncertainty he had earlier. He could even go to sleep if he got near to his climax again, which was only a matter of time with Riley moaning out loud as he worked his paws over Laurent again.
That was until Riley got near to a climax again. He was breathing as lowly as Laurent had just done, arching back and jerking in pleasure with a loud cry. Laurent slowed down and gripped the head of his cock, trying to remain as still as he could to help him calm it down.
But the Kantonian Meowth seemed to have hit his limit, and cried out his partner’s name. He flew forward and cuddled Laurent tightly, crossing his legs around Laurent’s waist, wrapping his arms around his back, and ensuring his head was right beside Laurent’s. Their cocks pressed up against the fur of their bellies, which were so close together that their fur was tangling together. Laurent could feel the rapid beating of his partner’s heart, along with the unsteady, heated breaths that swelled his chest, every twitch of strain he seemed to have.
“Riley?” Laurent said quietly, speechless.
And then, a relaxing feeling of damp warmth began to smother his chest and stomach. Riley’s breathing steadied with a relaxed sigh, followed by a light trickling sound. A puddle of gold slowly formed, soaking the floor around the Meowth, soaking into their fur and warming it all the same as their chests. Laurent stayed sitting down, leaned back, mouth agape and eyes in a daze as his body gave way, giving into to the addicting warmth and comfort Riley provided.
And then he was peeing, too. A heavy weight was lifted off his own chest as his gut let loose, and the stream of trickling urine that pooled beneath them expanded greatly, the warmth and liquid being shared between them now smothering their fronts entirely. Laurent couldn’t help but let out a drawn-out sigh as he relieved himself completely, adoring the embrace he was sharing. He didn’t even care that his paws and tail were in it all now, he felt so good and aroused that none of it mattered. He’d deal with that later.
“O-oh,” Riley said, slowly coming from the hug. They were both done, their fur damp and faces completely red. “Lau, s-sorry… I really couldn’t hold it anymore…”
“I told you not to call me Lau. It’s Laurent,” he replied, letting out a shuddered breath. He shut his eyes. “Just, next time, tell me you’re going to do that.”

[center]Story 8: Diddy Kong's Training[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]287624[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]DKC and pee desperation.[/center]

It was a bright and sunny day in Kongo Jungle today, Animals were waking up, going for there morning pee’s the usual! We pan over to Diddy Kong, who is still asleep as he had just trained like crazy when it came to his fighting techniques, Donkey Kong knocks on his door however and enters. “Diddy Kong, It’s time to wake up, we have training to do, come straight to the kitchen for your meal for today” He shut the door as Diddy Kong begins to open his eyes slowly, before they go wide awake, Diddy Kong launches himself out of bed and puts on his signature tank-top with a star in the middle, He opens the door and heads to the kitchen where he can smell some good cooking coming from Donkey Kong like always, He takes a seat on the chair at the table to which Donkey Kong brings out a plate with cooked peanuts and a nice banana smoothie. Diddy Kong’s favourite infact! He begins to dig in, sloppily eating his peanuts, getting the shell all over his beautiful brown fur. When he is done with that, he grabs a hold of the large banana smoothie and begins gulping it down hastily, to which Donkey Kong just chuckled. Diddy let out a wet belch and rubbed his mouth slightly, getting a bit of banana off of his lips “Excuse me” said Diddy. Donkey Kong smiled and nodded “Excused, Now todays training will be a bit more different, today you will have to skip out on your morning pee, you need to learn self-control and need to be able to have a strong willpower to defeat the enemies that may challenge you diddy, So today’s training will consist of you not urinating at any point, for 12 hours straight” Diddy chuckled “Oh , is that it? Sounds like a piece of cake to me!” To which Donkey Kong grinned slightly.

1 HOUR INTO THE DAY

Diddy and Donkey Kong had to do their normal routine! Doing chores was the first thing on the list, they had to Clean the bathrooms, Take out the trash and Clean the Kitchen. While Diddy goes to start on the kitchen like he always does, Donkey Kong follows, starting to help “Hey! I usually do the kitchen, and you do the bathroom!” Diddy said, a bit upset due to his routine being messed up! Donkey just simply chuckled “I need to be with you at all times, to make sure that you don’t have an accident” Donkey Kong continues to clean while saying this, Diddy lifts a finger to say something but…can’t argue against it and goes about his normal routine, cleaning the Kitchen, The bathroom was no different, Diddy hadn’t felt anything at all yet so it wasn’t too difficult, However, this alone had taken them two hours, meaning diddy had held it in for three hours, this for him was torture due to that darn smoothie!, the trash had to be taken out still though, So Diddy wraps up the bin and plops it over onto his back, before carrying it outside to the bin, He throws it in and claps his hands to get any dirt off of his paws before he starts to see other animals urinating on the ground, Sighing in relief as a soft steady steam pitter pattered to the ground with a soft sssssssssss, Diddy, whimpered and quickly ran back inside, still determined to do this!

6 HOURS INTO THE DAY

Diddy and Donkey Kong had to go out to buy some more supplies, Diddy was really busting to go now but he still tried to keep his composure about everything! His bladder was almost full to the brim as he whimpered occasionally on the way to the shops “Ah, starting to feel it now Diddy?” Donkey Kong said to Diddy with a smug look, “N..no! N..not at all! I’m fine! Just…in a bit of pain is all, the trash was really heavy this morning” He said, with a worried look on his face, a desperate look, As they reach the little shops, Donkey Kong talks to the merchant while Diddy waits, But, someone is pumping water into a bucket, the sound…the visual…it…it was so tempting just to pee to that alone! It would be sweet sweet relief, as a drop of urine comes out he yelps and tucks in his legs, making sure the drop wouldn’t be seen, and lucky he did, Donkey Kong hadn’t noticed it, Phew, dodged a bullet there, Donkey Kong takes his sweet time, letting Diddy suffer a little bit as he knew about the bucket that was constantly being filled up. But within a few minutes he takes what he needs, and they start heading back to there little home.

11 HOURS INTO THE DAY
Diddy now was in pain, his bladder was bulging as they were lying on there little couch, talking, but diddy wasn’t listening, he was too focused on trying not to pee himself! “Just one more hour…just one more hour” Diddy would keep telling himself, as he gets up and whimpers frantically, his legs buckled slightly as he grabs his tail and puts it in between his legs, starting to jump up and down, wiggle side to side, whimpering even more, He needed to pee, BAD! His little dink was bulging with urine, wanting release but Diddy refused to give in! He keeps jumping up and down, wiggling slightly in place to make sure he wasn’t going to pee! “Aaaaand times up, twelve hours” Said Donkey Kong, to which Diddy instantly bolts to the bathroom but, he doesn’t make it in time, instead peeing right outside of the bathroom, but he didn’t care as he gave a huge sigh of relief, the clear stream of pee splashing onto the ground with a loud HISSSSSSSSSSSSS “Aaaaahhhhhh!! Ah…ahhh…ahh..ah…mmf…uh…s..sooo…gooood…..” Said Diddy in pure bliss, his tongue hanging out of his maw, his eyes slightly closed from that sweet relief. As Donkey Kong smiled and pats Diddy on the back “Training…Complete” To which he covered his nose from the smell but…allowed.

The very next day Diddy Kong and Donkey Kong would once again sit at the table and eat their food, this time it was a big breakfast for Diddy Kong! Yummy! He digs into it like a dog digs into steak and at the end lets out a cute little burp, Donkey Kong chuckled “I know yesterdays training was a difficult task, but you pulled through, Todays training is you have to go 12 hours without pooping now!” Diddy Kong’s jaw dropped, as he just lets out a whimper, then it fades to black…..

[center]Story 9: Overflowing Sequel[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]420772[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Feral and diaper.[/center]

The battle had ended hours ago. Sprawled on his back, the side of his face covered in mud, he now opens his little puppy eyes after a short nap, he finds his soft cuddly body no longer being used as a pillow by his human comrades, no longer being slobbered or even fondled by his more-forward handlers. Flo, the canine unit was on the battlefield, and all was quiet now, wreckage still smoldering from the long night. His team was nowhere in site, the little service dog was now off the leash. Standing up, his long bushy tail waggles, his camo stockings hugged tightly around his thighs, gloves and guns, laced and loaded. His eyes still hazy, his undergarments crinkled with a squishing sound of wet swollen gelatinous padding being tightly constricted around his waist. His purple soldier-grade diaper had become piss-soaked during his nap, and now sagged between his legs. He takes his first step forward, putting on his glasses, only to bump into a wall, a warm wall in fact. He found himself pressing into a meaty muscular backside, the enormous ass end of a horse in fact. The puppy calls out, his face rubbing between the big wall of butt muscles, leaning on it, and then giving the rump a pat. The horse shakes his long mane, sitting down on his posterior, still staring off into the darkened cloudy sky, an overall wet day, unwavered by the dog cuddled against him.

ve been looking for you..you and that stinking bloated poofy pampered sack around your ass, diaper dog.s whole body. The pup would continue to rub the rump of the equine beast of burden. The feel of plastic was at his fingertips. The dog was not even 2 feet tall, more on the plushy pudgy size, which was why he often found himself being cuddled or rubbed, or stuffed into backpacks of his human handlers. The horse however was massive, stronger than any stallion heWow, you really are one tough SOB to carry all this luggage around the battlefield, I assume you The horse grunted, agreeingly. Flo yelped, quite flustered, then almost unconsciously, his canine instincts sent him into a fit of sniffing and exploring his equine friend, while the big brute kept babbling on, Flo was carried away by his fascination with his large friends actions. The horse only wagged his long tail, almost seeming to invite the dogd appreciate their athletic and thick bodies. And he secretly had a soft spot for dogs, and their tendencies for behaviour he could only describe as ass-worship. With his soft paws, he began caressing the gigantic muscular horse rump, as audible crinkles and the sounds of squeezing latex cheeks filled their ears. WarHorse did utter a chuckle, as his furry little dog was now hugging around his giant hips, squeezing the large muscles. Feeling his padded puppys fingers dragged over his thick flesh, sending the horse to shudder in excitement. Underneath the large brush of a horse tail, he felt him gliding down his sacred crack, they do finally end up meeting some friction, pressing over a tight bulge that could be none other than the lips of a horses face, as Flo greeted the horse unitHa...you done back there, dog? Or do I have to shove you up there indefinitely?s back, standing over him, staring at the morning horizon. The horse shook the mist off his mane. m here, Ive returned my men, and I happen upon a lost little puppy...my mission is over after I return you...but who says I have to return immediately, hmmm? It have to stop searching until I Flo then sits, plopping his soggy butt onto the horse,  with a loud squishy ppPLRRRP. The sensation sending shudders through the equine beast. know Flo WarHorse then rears back on two legs, neighing loudly, standing tall. His mane flows gracefully in the wind, his straps creak, tightly hugging his curves, then hes mane with both paws. In his mouth was a stick of dog rations, he pulled out of one of the packs he was sitting on. He barks out, through the loud stomping of the galloping stallion. The horse bellows back. Bouncing along through the rough terrain, Flo reaches back into the ration back, and pulls out a solid brick of the stuff. 

A half hour passed by, the two took a moment to stretch. The horse trotted along at a slower pace now, enjoying the beautifully muddy countryside, after yesterdays muscles. Stroking his finger down the thick horse rump and the crevice between, the soggy pups back, while his diaper now spurts with his precum, made through constant grinding and the bouncing of his crotch against the horse. WarHorse, with a muffled grunt, still trying to swallow down his food, replied coyly. He scarfed his face full of food, until his already-tighten belly straps were now straining to contain all that beefy horse meat. Now galloping over a bridge, heavily damaged from the battle, Flo climbed forward a bit, unbuckling the feeding back, and tucking it back into the pack. The pup giggled, the horse snorted. .it Flo petted and hugged around WarHorses ears and vision, putting him into an almost hypnotic trance. Now laying on his stomach, his ears perk up as his tummy is starting to grumble.  

Flo grunts and squeaks his little body clutching tightly on his steed, while trying to hold it in. Tail instinctually raising against his will, ears folded, he could feel the wet and warm load already pushing out of him, feeling it making contact with the padding, before coiling and squishing into itself, within the diaper. WarHorse suddenly stops, turning towards him, looking back. Partly frustrated, he watched the pushing puppy. .I guess you The little soldier barked hesitantly Flo whimpers, trying to hold it in his butt, but his cute little puppy farts, and the beads of sweat running down his cheek, told WarHorse that his doggy wasnt do anything, except poop. The horse watched him pitifully hugging his back, failing his continence, the warm sensation of urine-soaked doggy pamps and the enlarging bulge pushing into his horse back, smooshing against his body, it was definitely one of the odder feelings hes bottom was on full display, tail raised so high, it was coiling. His purple pamps, partially discolored, and a tight indent, where he was currently packing his dump into.

Now with his arms and legs hanging down, the beast grinned down at him, while Flo gave a shocked look. The horse laughed. Puppy let out a sigh, quite flushed, he unwillingly obeyed. Focusing on his push, staring off into space, his grunts and squeaks were very adorable to listen to, for WarHorse. Puppy worked to expand his diaper out, it bulked up back there to the size of a hefty grapefruit. Now smooshing against his cheeks, pushing up and down every crevice and fold of his diaper, he was filled with warmth from it. Both their ears were too, full of the sounds of squishy puppy manure, and a steady stream of piss, swelling up the front of his pampers. His oversized friend gave out a big horse laugh. WarHorse was eye-balling that bulge, pushing out of his friend. It was growing irresistible to touch it, and so he pinned the poor pup against the dirt, and gently smooshed his face against his dogs round cheeks within his diaper. He smooshed his face hard between FloDamnit Flo! You really do make me sooo hawt for the craziest things!s ever seen, throbbing and growing on his equestrian friend. WarHorse, picks Flo up by his handle and tosses him back on top of him, splatting his butt on his saddle. Now once more atop the biggest rump heHhhuff...puuff...quite spirited, are we?...Woof woof...wasnll be lying if I didn.heh, gooosh I didn WarHorse laughs loudly and neighs. ve been alone as long as I have, any butt looks amazing, now come, were nearly theres ID number. Flo barked. His steed nodded his head. m glad the rain put out the fire, else this whole trip woulda been in vainLook deeper down, in the medicine and bandages area, Flo...Ill find itOOooh!...oh my, I know Is tail, and pulls the pup out, the loud cushy sound of plastic and crinkles could be heard, as the canine unit pulls out an enormous marshmallow. Falling on his back, he was hugging tightly around a huge folded plastic purple horse diaper. s bigger than my whole body.s antics. mon now, dog unit, help get me into it. I have no hands...I can In a snap, Flo went to work, first on his legs, undoing the tight velcro straps that hugged around his meaty thighs. Climbing over his rump, he unfastened the belts that held the leggings up, watching all that heavy latex and kevlar fall to the ground. Now those insanely muscular horse legs could breathe, naked in the breeze.

Now the part FloYes Flo...take off my thong...the wedgieem on nice and tight back there too...Uunrrnnghhs latex covered backside, rubbing against the big horse cheeks, and pawing at the smooth and crinkly butt. The pervy pup began popping off buttons around WarHorses large and muscular cheeks, fingering around for the thong strap hiding somewhere in between there. Feeling the flexing of butt cheeks, he finally gets his fingers under it, and starts peeling the tight thong strap down. The horse breathes a sigh, feeling the pressure relief from the evil thong. His ears perk up a bit, as the gentle paws of his canine unit start gliding down his meaty horse crack, down his round rump, around and under his tail, caressing his curvaceous canyon. The horse bends down, forcing his rump up against his petting puppy, uttering a moan, feeling both puppy paws delicately rubbing and squeezing his plump juicy horse donut, feeling much heat from it, and thumbing around the puffy lips, before at last, poking his fingers into the tightness. MON FLO!! If you really like touching and poking me there, just come into my stable at night, and you can help me play with my big-boy toyss fat throbbing ball sack. s so snug back here, hope it doesn The horse shudders, feeling paws squeezing and holding his round and large sweaty bouncing balls. Ears now folding back, he resists all urges to let his cock flare up an erection, though it did grow a few inches for his puppys underside, Flo pulls the front of the diaper, around his big butt, and in between his legs. He climbs up, and reaches into the back hole of the diaper, and feeds the long horse tail through it, before falling down on his own messy diaper, splattering it some more. Now able to wave and wag the long tail, Flo speeds up, upon hearing the horseY-yes, do hurry up, puppy...I It was hard work, getting the wings to fit tightly around his waist, he was such a big boy, and so much horse to wrap up. The tape adhesive was very strong, due to the massive load it was expected to carry. At last, Flo had finished. Wings were stretched and tightened, tapes were stuck and fastened. A big ass was nicely packaged like a present for mommy to kiss.                

.Y-you really gonna poop your diaper, WarHorse? You Flo laughed nervously, but was quite concerned theyC-cant hold it in me any further...Dun.eeerngff, wen a hard and dangerous job- and getting no thanks for it, I might addm about to unload a big dump in my own diaper...haha, now hush for a bit, and let me try to enjoy this.HHhhnnrrgghh-HHh-HH...d-dun Flo giggles and climbs onto the horseOooh no can do, horsebutt! I The beast tried his best to hold it inside himself, but the load had filled beyond what the powerful horse could hold, and finally his massive cheeks were parted, divided, as the large tree-trunk sized load exploded out his fat ass.

Much to the puppyGood...heehee, just release Flo petted and caressed the quickly expanding mound, as WarHorseUURAAAGGH-ERRNNFFFF D-DONt see meeee!s diaper. Flo giggled and held his wildly swinging tail up, trying to wag free from the puppys feet where he stood atop it. His own little canine erection too, began pushing against his padding. He laid over WarHorses bloated pamps, and humping it into fudge. Flo groped handfuls of plastic mudbutt, as padding quickly discolored brown underneath his squeezing paws, while he kneaded the hot poofy loaf. re so stinky, WarHorse! But...you smell amazing!!UUUuuuhhhfff-huuuffff..Yahhhh- Arghhhfff...Oh my diaper is full- errrrgffhHuuuufff-puuuf..I finish He slowly sat back on it, feeling the mound slowly smash against his cheeks and up the backside and front of his diaper, caking his hard cock in the stuff. Flo hugged the front of his diaper tightly, rubbing the tent with care and affection. m proud of you WarHorse, goosh, how do you stay single with this big thing between your legs? You could have any mare or stallion The large stinky brute sighed, sitting over his smashed loaded butt. s been quite a long while really, since I.fucked another horsed be happy even stuffing a furry little hair-clog like you up my bum...I.I dons just nice to be on someoneknow it used to get me so hard when my rider would groom my mane, shed wash me, hhhhfff giggling as she knew it was making me harder than any horse oughta be for their rider......But alas...time passes...and I.I miss being her- mmMPHhh!!!!..mmMphh...s head, pressing his diaper against his mouth, while his little puppy body laid over his long face. WarHorse tried his best to hold his breath, Flo smelled terribly now, with all that piss and shit mixed in his pamped muddbutt, but still his forwardness was appreciated. Hugging him lovingly, both the horse and small pup stared eye to eye, as puppy paws reached around the beastYous love...or boy...or even a puppyd pass by your stable.s face and especially his cheeks, moaning and grunting. They must look quite silly from afar. Every fiber in their bodies told them to break the kiss, but still they held together, and worse than that, on his padded puppy friends head, the soggy smelly pup diaper squished into the equines head.

WarHorse panted through his rangs, resisting the urge to breathe, not after the whiff he got earlier from that plump thing. As ridiculous as the grownup puppy looked, wearing something casually worn by babies, the horse found it increasingly difficult to control himself around it, with that tight poofy bloated sack waving around his snout so irresistibly, it begged to be touched some more. Still, it didnMMmmrfff-HhhhHH!s stink full force, filling his lungs with it. He groaned. Itt half bad, in a doggy sort of way, all things considered. And it was cute to see his pup, humping and smooshing it against him, hearing the contents mashing against his horsey head. He let out a big chuckle, at the diaper in his face...so near, so hard. The horse refused to waste Flos body to the ground, pinning him, and then proceeded to give the front of his furry little partners legs could only spread, welcomely receiving the advances of the large male. The long tongue, wrapping around the boyMnnuughh..WarHorse, you naughty animal HHhhhhh, oooh gooosh, what are you doing to me?!s thick pudgy thighs, and around his pamps, the padding swelled and squelched with saliva. The little canines mouth, while the large warm tongue tasted the pups dick throbbing, bracing his tastebuds. Flo released a half-howl, half-girlish moan, and then preceded to emptying his ball sack into his horse with an audible ggGLRRpsh sound, erupting  a gooey savory explosion of canine cum, within his horse mouth, filling him up til his cheeks swelled. The puppy buckled and whimpered, holding on, lovingly, blowing his whole load into him. WarHorse, with a mouth full of his friends mouth, as the big beast let his body collapse lazily on the ground, kicking up some dirt. Both males on their backs, panting and glowing, very satisfied with each other. WarHorse laid with his tummy turned up, his legs wide spread, he neighed and snorted. Flo rolled over turning towards him, patting his cheeks. t fuck every soldier I..or just whoever can tolerate my diaper...which is a rarity The dogs legs, to see his raging hard-on, still as thick and horny as ever. t quench your thirst?Heh...hardly...tasty as it was, my dick is still as heavy as ever...guess we oughta head back home now?s belly, and clutches the thirsty beast in his paws. The horse stares, puzzled and curiously. d love rut it in your cute little dog butt, like I would another stallion, but your buns are quite small, I

Flo growled in excitement, he couldns, it would do no good to grind cocks, in Flos pamped fudgebutt. And so he sat and laid back for it. Looking down the large base of the thick tent in the horny diaper, got Flos grasp, and breathed hawtly against the shiny heavy horse shoes, kissing them as they squeezed a little erection out of the pup. Seeing the sheer strength and heat of large male war horse, got his little puppy heart pounding. His cock throbbed and pulsed for him, his admiration for the steed was unmatched. Now filled up to its full ripe size, the diaper tented greatly, straining the plastic fabric. His fat horse pucky splurted the front of his diaper with much precum. Flo was hesitant to take it full-on, suddenly feeling so smallUhhh, you

The horse grinded the hefty warm cock against the puppyF-Flo...Hhrrrnnghhh...please... don.you adorable puppy boyre ripe for it now.s belly, knowing the feel of smooshy pamps would stimulate them both. The hooves then lock around the pups diaper and rump. Jabbing and pumping puppy butt with the head of his cock, ramming up it, squashing and burrowing underneath his tail, where he new his anus was, and where itt withstand how far the horse was humping into him. His furry little body was packed in tight, by the large cock, more-squishing him at this point. Flo now knew what his own rolled-up diapers felt like when hes impaling of puppy cheeks. Flo would be split in half, if his little puppy hole took in that cock. Blushing and groaning, he received the push into his butt that would end him. Wincing, teary-eyed, squeezed to near-crying, the large horse cock was splitting him in half, when at last he cried- re breaking me!..my butt...HHHhhhhh..I want you in me, but I just canHhhfff, s-sorry little pup, I don He sighs loudly, frustrated he hadnMaybe we should get back to the base now, little dog unit, I-s advances, standing on his belly, and massive cock now in canine paws, Flo rubs the long shaft up and down, as wet slippery splurts were milking out the horse cock Flo grinded his own little pecker against the horseHHHhhhfff, getting ya really creamy up there, huh WarHorse?NNeeeeeiiighh-Ahhh-HHhhaaahh..I...I love you, ya little rodent!!UUurgghh!! F-FLO!! LET ME CUM FOR YOU!!You wanna cum for me, you silly little stud?NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIGHHHH- MY COCK!!! YES I Flo then thrust his own little splooging member against the horse, squirting his little puppy seed once more. Flo opened his mouth, and released the overloaded hose- a super pressurized gush of horse spunk, splooged into the pup blasting him, filling his tummy, bulging it out like a basketball, and sending him flying off the horse altogether. . On the ground, caked in cream, the 2 boys, laid in a daze. Their diapers ripped open, they both fall unconscious, and spend a few hours asleeps seed. The dog barks softy .did you find what you were searching for?Hhhhhuuff...found it...fucked it, and soon about to get my big ass pleasured hard by it.C The horse laughs, running back to the base, faster and harder than the pup has ever seen him go..

Fin   

[center]Story 10: Yure and Dark's Accident[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]287624[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Cub and potty failure.[/center]

Yure's and Darks accident

It was a beautiful evening in the town of Syel, The birds were singing and the sun was beaming down on everyone making it look amazing. We follow two young tykes named Yure and Dark as they both get into a little accident on this wonderful day.
Dark was taking care of his younger friend yure, as he put yure into a little but comfy crib, he just changed yure's diaper so it was nice and clean but.... he got a bit lustful as reaches into yures diaper front and starts rubbing his little dink but it was interuppted by yure moving in his sleep as yure twisted his legs around making it impossible for dark to pull out his hand, he couldn't just yank it out or yure would wake up! So he had to just keep it there until he moved again....which would be harder then expected, ten minutes already passed and yure still hadn't moved, but one thing that did happen was dark started feeling something very wet on his paw, it was yure as he started urinating in his diaper, unknowingly on darks paw aswell, dark shivered at the feeling and cringed at how it smelt put that would be the least of his problems. As dark opens his eyes again he notices he was now inside of yure's diaper! Shrunken "H...how did this happen?!" He was on very wet and gross smelling padding but before long he was looking at yure's hole as it begins winking and winking at the charmander before it opens up and a loud BRrrrrrrrrtt! Blasted out of yure's hole making the diaper fill with a vile stench that could be pinpointed to yure with its fishy smell, As the charmander gags loudly at the rotten smell, he heard yure sigh with relief as the hole opens up again and a brown mushy log of poop begins to flow into the diaper, Dark yells as he tries to escape but it was no use the diaper just keeps getting filled and filled with the mushy brown paste making the diaper bulge out and sag and the smell was disgusting too, as dark ends up passing out in yure's diaper, As yure opens his eyes and smiled "Hehe he fell right into my trap and now he is where he is meant to be" as he giggled.

[center]Story 11: Yure's Field Trip[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]465459[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Pee and poop.[/center]

yure's field trip 

Yure woke up excited with anticipation this morning because he knew that Mr.Miller was going to take the class on a field trip to the national park. Unlike most days where he tried to sleep in as long as he could. Yure ran downstairs and grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast chowing down as quickly as possible before grabbing his specially made field trip lunch which included 2 bottles of gatorade,a turkey sandwich,several cheese strings, 3 fruit snack packages and of corse a bag of chips.After wolfing down his breakfast and grabbing his packed lunch and backpack he met up with his friend Robbert a fairly outgoing fox with messy blonde hair and fairly chubby body. He wore a light blue T shirt with a space invader alien on it and light grey shorts. He stood slightly taller than Yure and had Brown eyes and a sheepish grin witch showed a bit of a gap in his teeth. 

Once the school bus rolled up to the stop both of them hopped on board and sat at the back of the bus. The two had chat about video games,movies and comic books for the standard twenty five minute buss ride before heading to class. As they sat down the muscular yet gentle black bear Mr.Miller made his announcement to the very energetic students. "All right everyone! I need each of you guys to grab a copy of todays assignment." He said hearing a collective groan from the class. "Hey now today is going to be a day full of fun and excitement but I also would like you all to take this as an exciting learning opportunity as well." He stated trying to encourage everyone. Yure didn't mind doing the assignment since it wasn't very difficult and nether did his friend. The teacher said "ok everyone lets get ready to go the trip is going to be about two hours long so please make sure you all go to the washroom before you hop onto the buss ok?."The monument he said that only a small handful of students took the opportunity to go for a quick potty break. Yure and his friend were among the majority of students who were too occupied with excitement to use the washrooms. Mr.Miller lead his group of students to the yellow school bus doing a quick head count. The bus driver was an old Moose most the students just called scruffy. As scruffy turned on the ignition to the bus the engine sounded a bit off. "Hey Mr.Miller? I think the bus needs a new spark plug the engine doesn't sound right." A chubby croc said as he pulled on Mr.Miller's pant leg. "Butch every things fine just get on the bus."Mr.Miller said not knowing if he was joking or actually being serious. 

As all the students hopped onto the bus Yure and and his fox buddy Robbert went towards the back of the bus. As they walked forward Yure Tripped over one of the bags briefly before regaining his footing. As everyone got seated Scruffy put the vehicle in drive and headed down the road. The Bus seemed a little more bumpy than usual. After driving for about thirty minutes. Down the road they left the city and began to head down to a hilly and more forested area. Yure's stomach churned feeling the milk in cereal effect his stomach. It was around this time where many of the students snuck snacks Yure rationed out some of his fruit snacks with Robert and in exchange he gave yure part of his cookie. The two were fairly thirsty and each began to chug their gatorade.  Robert drinking the red fruit punch flavour and Yure the blue one. All of a sudden the bus engine misfired creating a loud pop all the students screamed in fear for a split second as the bus jolted forward. Scruffy safely pulled the bus over to the side of the road. 

All the students seemed a little scared from the busses emergency stop. Mr.MIller stood up also a little rattled. "*ah-hem!* Ok everyone we seem to be having a bit of a technical difficulty I need everyone to remain calm." Mr.Miller looked a little bit stressed as he tried to calm everyone down. "Hah I told you about the spark plug! Butch stated with a smug look on his face. "Butch! not now!" Miller replied his composure starting to fade. The initial shock of the bus breaking down also kicked started the urge to pee for both Yure and his friend. They both were feeling rather desperate and judging by the reactions of the other students it seemed like they weren't alone in there bladder jogging."All right you guys know what to do exit the back of the door please" Scruffy stated as he left outside to check the engine. Mr.Miller once again did the head count and made sure all of the students were ok. Butch looked back at Mr.miller sipping on his juice box. The Pressure in Yure and Robert's bladder caused the two to to hold there crotches. "Mr.Miller I gotta go to the bathroom." Wined Tom a otter wearing shorts and a bright green T shirt. "oh for F-*sigh* this is why we go to the bathroom before we go on a field trip." Mr.Miller seemed to be a bit irritable due to the predicament everyone was in. Scruffy was using the bus Ham radio to call for a toe truck service after a lengthy conversation he turned to Mr.Miller "Hey uh boss the spark plug is fried and the toe will be here in about two hours." Miller looked at the class and noticed the a lot of the students seemed a bit cranky and scared. "well guys we might as well take this opportunity to have a picnic." Mr.Miller said "But I gotta take a piss!" Butch wined even the class clown was holding onto his crotch and feeling like he needed to go. "Language please! Mr.Miller corrected. "we need to be a little patent help is on its way but unfortunately there are no public bathrooms so we just need you to hold it in for a while. As he continued Yure felt a gurgle in his stomach the warm sensation of lactose intolerance was starting to set in. The Blue cat knew he was prone to diarrhea when it came to dairy products but was feeling his bowels were on a delay  today. He put his hands on his chubby belly feeling the stomach churn. "hey bud you holding in a number four?" Robert said being aware of the occasional digestive distress his friend had.

Yure nodded feeling now not one but two urges in his body. Everyone around them seemed not exactly in the mood to eat but they tried to anyway. Butch got up and headed began to head into the forest. "Where do you think you're going? Mr.MIller said in a stern voice. "I uh think there might be some park benches over there to sit down by." Butch said obviously lying to the teacher. Mr.Miller let out a frustrated groan "How many of you need to go to the washroom?" As soon as he said that almost all the students raised there hands in the air much to the disappointment of Mr.Miller. *sigh* "un believable!" So while we wait for the bus to get fixed lets take a look at your work sheet and do the scavenger hunt." He said to the response of mixed reactions. Some didn't want to do the scavenger hunt while others took this opportunity to relieve themselves in the woods. At this point almost every student needed to pee quite badly and any excuse to go away from the teacher seems like a good idea. "Before we get going make sure you get a partner!" Everyone scrambled towards there friends and the groups were divided by twos. There was an uneven number of students so Butch got assigned to Yure and Robbert's group.

As everyone scatters into the woods Robert's knees buckled in desperation "aahhhh! oh man I gotta piss!" The nerdy fox wined feeling some droplets of urine leave his forskin and dribble into his pants. "Hey guys i know this area pretty well there is a small stream not to far from here." Butch said trying to be the tough guy but equally feeling desperate. The worse of the group was Yure who had his hand on the back of his pants and in front of his crotch. "Guys! I don't know how much longer i can hold this!" Yure said as his stomach made an audible gurgle as his stomach started to knot uncomfortably.The walk was an agonizing five minutes but once the found the river and herd the gentle trickle it was nearly instinctual how remarkably fast all three unzipped there pants and pulled there uncut dicks out. Each buddy let out a powerful stream of piss in unison. The collective sigh was audible enough to catch the attention of a fellow student an otter from the class. "hahaha! wow!" The Otter said before running off to do the same thing behind a bush. "Haha! you had to pee too!" Butch responded as the otter also let out a quite sigh of relief. All three friends kept the powerful stream up for a good forty seconds before Robby's stream came to an end. "pew I thought I was going to piss myself! Robby said as he sighed with pleasure. He zipped his pants back up and adjusted his glasses. 

Butch let out a small fart as he tried to keep his stream going. "Hehe Man you got the bladder of a four year old Robby!" Butch said in a mocking tone. His stream was starting to falter only twenty seconds later shortly his stream ended. "Holly fuck Yure what the hell did you drink?. Butch said in amazement seeing that even he couldn't out pee the pudgy blue cat. Yure's stream lasted another thirty seconds He was enjoying his piss and then his stomach gurgled. The second his stream ended his stomach gurgled once again. Yure pulled his pants all the way down and squatted his tail hole instantly squirted a jet of liquid poop two feet behind them with a loud *splut!*.A torrent of greenish brown shit began to spray out of Yure's ass like fountain.HIs other friends darted out of the way "Robby plugged his nose trying not to gag from the smell. "oh man! I guess you needed to take more than just a piss."Butch said as he fanned the stench from his nose. Yure continued to jet liquid poop out of his tail hole like faucet Yure began to show signs of relief and pleasure. The fecal torrent was accompanied by sharts and sloppy bowel noises. His friends watched with a combination of genuine horror and amusement as the poop jet slopped and pooled behind him. This diarrhea session lasted for a solid five minutes before finally ending with a liquified fart accompanied by a very relieved and lighter feeling Yure. "aaaah! i feel much lighter now! He said impressed by the mess he made. "Fuck me! you squirted out like five gallons of shit!" Butch shouted with a mixture of disgust and genuine jealousy.

"OK everyone we got the bus working again…I guess I owe you an apology Butch!" All the students who needed to go quietly snuck off for a pee break but Yure's massive shit would likely not go unnoticed. As the students filed into the bus Robby reached into his pockets and handed Yure a bag of tissues. Hey bud clean yourself up we and we will meet you up to the bus." Robby said as he followed butch. Yure quickly wiped his ass to the best of his ability before pulling his pants back up and heading to meet his friends. "Everyone seems to look happier did you all have fun during the scavenger hunt?" Mr.Miller said in a happier tone. "Yeah sometimes you have to go with the flow!" Butch said with a smirk on his face."huh?" Mr.Miller respond in a confused tone. With everyone ready to go the bus could continue its trip to the park

[center]Story 12: Yure's Vacation in the Woods[/center]
[center]By [iconname_userid]11649[/iconname_userid] [/center]
[center]Watersports and desperation.[/center]

Yure’s Vacation In The Woods.


Themes kinks. Watersports. Desperation.



Yure had traveled a little distance as he made up his campfire. His bladder was full, but ignored it as he made himself something to eat. He would be sleeping on the ground outside, which suited him.
It didn’t bother him one bit to sleep on the ground, after all he is a cat, so that wouldn’t bother him one bit. He cooked his dinner as he sat eating with a full bladder, ignoring it for the time being.
The night was nice a little warm but the air was dry. Yure sat staring at his campfire for a period of time. Yure was sitting on a log as he watched his fire, full bladder as he held it in.
In any case it was starting to get late, Yure was getting tired, and could explore the woods better with a good nights sleep.
Yure’s dreams were about peeing, as his bladder was pretty full. The sunlight soon met Yure’s eyes, as he woke up. He gathered his things, and then prepared to go exploring. He had a compass, so he could always find his way home, as he explored the woods.
Yure grunted as he began roaming about the woods, his bladder hurting as he held it in, he knew playing with it would help some.
The only problem with that is, if he played with it too much, he would lose his semen load. So for the time being, he continued to hold it in, as he roamed senselessly about the woods.
He soon began to fiddle with himself some, but trying to not cum his load, as it did help him hole in his bladder better. He stopped though, as he continued to just hold in his bladder.
He roamed about some, unsure what he was even looking for.
A place to go to the bathroom? Yure wasn’t sure but his bladder was full as he made his way up a small hill, where could he go to the bathroom? didn’t seem to matter though, he liked a full bladder.
Yure got an idea while exploring the woods, that maybe he’d hold it for a whole other day, a full bladder was a turn-on to Yure.
Yure made his way uphill as his bladder hurt more and more, but he was determined to keep it in until tomorrow. He moved uphill as his bladder bothered him, but he kept his cool.
He moved at a pace, carrying his things on his back, which were mostly supplies. Those supplies were mostly food, but a few other things as well. He didn’t worry too much about a tent, as he’s a cat.
His bladder hurt more and more as he walked, he knew he could hold it in better if he played with himself. But if he did, he might get overly excited and lose his semen load, so he wasn’t doing so.
He walked some more distance as his bladder bothered him, he fiddled with himself slightly as he walked. The sun moved some as he walked, as the earth turned, it was soon lunch time.
Yure stopped for lunch, as his bladder continued to hurt him, but he maintained holding it, as he ate his lunch. He got moving soon afterward, but his bladder hurt more and more, as Yure began to realize he might not be able to hold it until tomorrow.
Yure soon stopped near a large tree, as his bladder was kicking him so hard, he thought he might lose it all over himself. He would soak his diaper, and didn’t want to as he rubbed a paw on himself.
His penis was getting hard in his diaper, as he fiddled with it moaning as he did. He rubbed his diaper for a period of time, as he soon pulled his diaper off. He had extras, so it wouldn’t matter.
He pulled his diaper off as he continued working on his penis, his bladder hurting him, as it turned him on further. Yure was moaning heavily as he was masturbating toward a tree.
Yure’s diaper was behind him, and he’d taken it off so that he could place it back on later. He moaned as he masturbated, his bladder hurting him quite a bit, moaning in orgasm.
Yure wanted it to last longer but it probably would not, as he tried hard to hold in his semen for as long as he could. Moaning as he masturbated he would squirt his semen all over the tree.
He moaned as he danced a bit, his bladder actually holding back his semen a little bit, as he moaned. He knew it to be easier to hold his bladder if he masturbated, but it also helped him hold his semen. He moaned as he moved his paw over his bits.
He cried just a little, as he was trying hard not to lose his semen just yet, somewhat in orgasm denial as his body went into orgasm.
Yure moaned as he felt precum on the tip of his penis, he moaned as he knew he would lose his semen load all over the tree.
Yure was trying his best to hold back, as his body went further and further into orgasm, Yure could feel the have to pee feeling coming on. The one which you get just before squirting a load.
Yure moaned long, his body tingled as his semen squirt hard from his body, Yure still trying to hold back, as he could not manage to do so. His body was cuming its semen all over the tree.
Yure moaned as his semen squirt from his body, squirting semen all over the tree he was toward, as he moaned wondering if he would pee or not. He spat what felt like tons of semen, all over the tree.
Yure panted as his semen dripped down the tree he came it on, he moaned as he lost a lot of semen. His bladder still full as he soon finished cuming his load, panting as he finished.
He did not pee, instead he grabbed his diaper, and then placed them back on. He gathered his things, and then got moving, to cover some distance as he could to explore the wooded area.
As he moved he lost a little pee, not wanting to, but his bladder was so full, that he could not help it. He got some distance actually, losing little dribbles of pee as he went, but kept most his bladder in, he managed to hold the most of it in all day actually.
He stopped near dark, and then built a fire to make his dinner.
He was carrying mostly instant food, as it kept better, and was light weight. He sat at his campfire, as he cooked his food. He would head to bed to face another day. His bladder hurting badly.
But Yure managed to hold it another day, as he placed out his fire, and then laid down for the evening. Tomorrow would probably be even more difficult, as his bladder was even fuller.
Yure dreamt well as his dreams were nice. And then his dreams were suddenly all about peeing, as he was peeing all over the place. He peed on trees, carpets, and even on walls.
Yure felt warm and tingly as he was peeing so much that it felt that he would cum a load as he slept. He moaned in his sleep as his body did actually go into orgasm, but he didn’t lose his cum.
He dreamt away dreaming of other things as well as masturbation with a full bladder, as Yure was sure he wet his diaper as he slept.
He soon woke to the morning light of the sun, as he went to a tree, but then didn’t pee, he did pull down his diaper. He fiddled with his penis, as he began to masturbate feeling orgasm right away.
Yure moved his right paw over his shaft, as he massaged his balls with his left paw. Yure would probably pee after releasing another load of semen, as he would then allow his bladder to empty.
Yure moaned as he moved his right paw over his penis, knowing he would lose another load. Yure was facing a tree like last time, so his semen would spray all over another tree.
He wondered in a way if anyone noticed the last tree he sprayed his semen all over, as he masturbated. He moaned as he moved his paw over his shaft, knowing he would lose another load.
Yure’s bladder was hurting, as he masturbated, but that actually helped him to orgasm. He moved his paw over his shaft faster, moaning the whole time as his body went into deep orgasm.
He moaned knowing that his body would squirt its semen, and it would go all over the tree he was facing. Bladder hurting, as his orgasms grew, he felt wetness on the tip of his penis.
This wetness wasn’t pee, as it was slimy like semen, but it was clear, as Yure’s body was dribbling with precum. His semen load would soon follow, as his body was quivering in strong orgasm.
Moaning and groaning Yure moved his paw over his penis, feeling the distinguishable feeling of having to pee, but not pee.
He knew this feeling, as suddenly his semen spat hard, all over the tree. Moaning loud as his semen spat from his body, and all over the tree. Three four five squirts and more, as it went all over the tree. He moaned as he lost a huge load, all going onto the tree.
By the time he was done cuming, he lost twenty three squirts of semen, as he felt really good, panting and catching his breath.
He stood there for a little while, feeling pain from his bladder.
He waited for a little while as his penis dribbled with semen, done but the rest of what was in his penis dribbled until it finally stopped. He stood there for a period of time before doing anything.
When it felt right, Yure allowed his bladder to empty all over the tree as well, pissing more than one day’s urine. He peed like there was no tomorrow, as it felt like to him he’d make a river.
He emptied his entire bladder, as his body felt much relief. He now pulled up his diaper, which was dry, stained with a little pee, but dry. He hadn’t peed enough urine to soak his diaper.
He gathered his things, and then headed for the next place he might camp for the evening.



(FIN!)