This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"Oof..."
Garnet twitched, the anthro mare standing tall, quivering. Her tail flicked up and she forced it down again, everything suddenly feeling a bit...off.
"Hm."
Nah, it couldn't be that bad. With a rich, brown coat of hair and a white splash of a marking over her right breast, the mare turned heads in the street -- though that could well have been because she carried herself differently after everything she'd been through. Her lighter brown-blonde mane had been tied back from her neck in a couple of ties, just keeping it off the proud arch, and Garnet drew a deep, steadying breath.
It had been so long since she had been able to indulge in her little kink, omorashi. It was unusual -- well, she found it tricky to find others that enjoyed the same, much less those in the same area as her. But it was her kink and she could enjoy what she wanted, really, even when it came to the thrill of holding her pee back.
For there was nothing quite like that strain of holding her bladder, not for Garnet, the tickling ache of worry that she was going to lose control at any moment. She hadn't strictly set out that morning, for a little shopping, with the notion of indulging in restraining herself, but it had happened that way. First, she hadn't been able to use the bathroom in the shopping centre as it had been closed due to a flood and then the little coffee shop she'd stopped at for a snack and a drink had been closed for cleaning too. So, there really hadn't been anywhere to go.
Garnet smiled and brushed her fingers down her mane. Nah, it was fine, definitely. She'd been able to hold for a long time before, so she'd be fine. She'd only not played with her kink for some time as she'd needed to recover fully after surgery.
Piece of cake.
Her skin prickled, invigorated in the moment. Was it okay that she was doing that? A sense of illicit naughtiness, that really didn't belong there, seeped through, but she was the one out there doing it in public. No one around her had any idea at all that she was being just a little bit kinky, but it really was just harmless fun.
Not to mention how it got her all hot and bothered, heat pooling in her crotch, in a way she'd had to get used to since everything had settled. Her body felt more like hers than it had ever been before -- so why did she push herself with that element of control, holding her urine to the point where she thought she didn't have control?
Garnet didn't know. But the mare knew it got her hot, that it made her press her lips together just a little harder, her nostrils fluttering. She wanted to squeeze her legs together as it became a little harder to walk, heading for another clothing shop before thinking about going home. But that was a double-edged sword in itself too, for it made her want to urinate more, kind of, and also helped restrict the flow at times too. That was why some crossed their legs when they were desperately trying not to urinate and lose control.
"Oof..."
She let out a soft murmur, ignoring the ripple that went through her at her kinky little indulgence, rifling through racks of clothes. Garnet could not wholly pretend to herself, however, that she was focusing on the act of finding a new blouse for herself (she fancied one of those with the lace-up detail in the middle of the chest up to the neckline). That was just a distraction as she moved through the racks, her chest tight, breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.
"Can I help you with anything, miss?"
Her heart surged. Oh, it was good to hear that -- but bad too because she couldn't be disturbed! But the poor sales assistant was just doing her job and had no idea at all that Garnet was holding a full bladder, the mare offering her a watery smile.
"Oh, yeah..." She tried, though her words came out more faintly than she'd been expecting. "Just, you know...browsing."
"No problem!"
The sales associate seemed glad to get back to the cashier's station and Garnet couldn't blame her. She wasn't all that forward about talking to other anthros either. Yet the chat, however brief, had brought her attention even more to how dire her situation was, nipping at her lower lip.
She was turned on by it, heat racing through her, a delicious sensation. Yet knowing she could lose control of her bladder at any time and make a big mess -- it wouldn't even be something she could hide either! How was she meant to deal with that?
Oh no...
Had Garnet pushed things too far? Grunting in the back of her throat, she turned her attention to home, thinking to try the taxi rank outside the shopping centre so she could get home a little more quickly. She'd usually go for the bus, if she was just scooting home after a light trip, but needs must when she had to use the bathroom so quickly.
She all but waddled out of the shop, knowing she looked ridiculous but being forced to take short, quick mincing little steps, her hooves clacking too loudly against the pavement. Heat crawled up her neck and the notion struck her that everyone was looking at her -- they had to be looking at her. She'd be looking at her if she saw someone walking down the street as awkwardly as she was!
Alas, the bathroom near the taxi station, the bus station around the corner, was locked up too, with no note on it at all to say why it was. Likely vandalism or something like that. She wouldn't have honestly used that bathroom herself if she had not been desperate.
Briefly, the horse wondered if she should try a restaurant quickly, darting to the back and using the loos before anyone caught her. But that would be so rude -- she couldn't do that! And the lure of a full bladder, weighing heavily on her, was too alluring for her to pass up.
I can make it home like this, then everything will be okay.
She slipped into the back seat of the next taxi to pull up, glad of the ride at least. That would help and she was at least sure it would be a lot smoother than the bus. She gave the taxi driver her information and settled in for the least comfortable ride of her life.
She'd never had someone drive that roughly. He was not a dangerous driver, of course not -- she would have got straight out of the car again if that had been the case. But every bump and pothole in the road rocked through her as she did her best to press her legs together, but not too hard, the tension in her bladder rising and rising.
