PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT
PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT
Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.
“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.
“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”
“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.
“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.
“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”
You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.
Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.
“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”
“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.
“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.
“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”
“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.
“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.
“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.
“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.
“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.
“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.
“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”
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Or pissing yourself right as you stand up 🩷
I want to be tied up on a chair and left alone and forced to piss myself all day
You'd be watching on the cameras as at first, I try to hold it, but my arms and legs are tied so I can't close them
I'd be grinding into the chair, wearing jeans. The feeling of them tight against me would make it harder to hold. I'd start leaking, and it would be incredibly obvious while I kept trying to hold it. Eventually, I'd start wetting myself, piss pouring out of me as I slump down.
It would be hours before you'd come and collect me. You'd take off my jeans and underwear and clean me up, but not untie me. You'd put me in new underwear and a skirt, and untie just my arms, so you can see when I leak in my skirt.
You'd refill me with water and sit and watch as I lose control. Maybe you'd watch shit on your phone, playing river noises or people pissing themselves. It would be too hard for me to hold, and I'd start leaking, pushing my skirt between my legs. The wet patch would be so obvious, but it would also be my breaking point, wetting myself all over again.
At night, you'd tie me up on a plastic potty, saying I can go whenever I want, but I can't fill the potty till it overflows. You gag me with a dildo that has a little hole and hook me up to water so I can drink through the night to stay full.
You'd go to bed, but I would be up all night, squirming to not piss in the potty and wait until morning to use the big potty. I wouldn't be able to, and I'd piss in the plastic potty. Maybe I would be able to keep it from overflowing, maybe I'd overflow it because there would be so much in my bladder.
why do i have a kink that requires so much forethought. planning out water intake and pee breaks and such. i'll be horny like damn i wish i had already had to pee for five hours now. oh man if only i had drank a ton of water like, earlier today. oh man
a video of someone completely nude just pissing: *I sleep*
a video of someone fully clothed, squirming around and desperately trying to hold it: REAL SHIT
I'm so desperate that I'm shaking...
Oops, a serious post, beware
It's weird because I've had an omo kink for most of my life, but I'd rather not. The life I live is not kink friendly and it's just going to get less piss centered. This page and community has been great because I've had so much shame about piss stuff. I've literally considered exiting the flesh suit bc of my omo kink. This has alleviated so much shame, but I'm one long term partner away from logging off and not coming back. I know this. I never thought I would be that woman who is a lovely wife, mother, member of the community, etc. but yorks it to weird shit behind closed doors. I think that's my future though. So much of my life is so close to erasure and I feel it in my skin.
I have such conflicting desires and hopes for my life. I feel like nobody sees all of me and I don't think anyone could and still love me.
It's insane to know that if I want to exist in peace, I have to sacrifice myself. If I want to exist unharmed, I have to sever ties to the deepest parts of me.
Also, is this even a kink for me or just a trauma response? I won't get too deep into it, but I've been googling omo shit since early childhood and I think it could really tie into abuse I've faced. I don't know. I don't know anything. I don't know if I can exist without cutting myself to fit a mold I don't even understand
call me basic but i love risque "nudes" over just straight up nude nudes like. i love the underboob showing from a shirt pulled up just so. or a glimpse of pussy from an ass pic taken at just the right angle.
sweets im all yours to tease as long as you accept the consequences for your actions
Literally
more people should be pissing themselves in my inbox. holding until their about to cum and letting go all over their sheets and then reporting back to me about how embarrassed they are. How they looked down at how wet they were between their legs and shivered, how the thought now makes them throb and how much they wanna do it again.
kinda want to lick him from ballsack to bicep but I'm sure I'm being really cool about it
i think its very hot when someone has to go so badly theyre grabbing their crotch to try and stop it but especially when its clear that they're already holding themselves as tightly as they can but it still can't stop the piss from coming out so they start leaking around their hand, and every time wet spot gets bigger they try to squeeze harder until they just can't take it anymore and let go with a loud hisssss
This is so cute, titty kisses
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