Vacation was exactly what she'd needed! Sun, gourmet foods, beaches, pools, drinks galore, and nobody around that knew her well enough to judge her! A perfect get away from the hustle and bustle of her daily life; work, college, campus drama, and the like took a lot out of anybody, let alone a twenty-one year old sphinx cat.

So far, no other furs had made any wise-cracks about her' furless disposition. Thank goodness too, because she wasn't sure if she could handle any more of them. Despite being used to the taunting, it still hurt. Her lack of fur was the quality she hated the most about herself, though she tried hard to hide that fact.

Sylvia slid off her nightgown, cringing as she looked at herself. She always thought of herself as a mutated human of some kind, or the unfortunate product of a breeding mistake. Before getting dressed, she glanced down at a brochure she'd been given the day prior. It held major events and a map of the hotel.

It didn't take long to decide; she hadn't gotten the chance to go to the pool yesterday, as she'd arrived just after sundown and was exhausted from the trip. That would be the first thing she did, then- go swimming. The pool nearest to her room might be crowded, but, luckily, the hotel was massive and held several pools, as well as a beach.

She smirked as she slid off her black lingerie. Not many cats could enjoy swimming like she could; heck, not a lot of furs in general could! Their fur was often hindering in the water (otters, seals, and other aquatic furs being the exceptions) so swimming was a rare treat/bother to them. A lot of featheries had the same problem too, actually.

It took a bit of effort to get her swimsuit on, but not enough to be bothersome. It was just a plain black bikini, nothing too extravagant, but it served its purpose. She didn't need to be flashy anyways, that was for pretty kitties like tabbies or calicos.

Grabbing a towel and making sure she had her room key in it was the last thing she needed to do before setting out. A pleasantly hot breeze struck her as she exited her air conditioned room. As she did, a kangaroo fur walked swiftly past, almost bumping into her. His quick apology had a heavy Australian accent, making her smirk. There were a lot of different ethnicities here, all getting along just fine.

Walking down the stairs she passed a couple of little iguana scalies, both dressed in bathing suits and laughing as they bolted up the stairs. Their parents, used to the commotion, walked up after them at a much more leisurely pace. They both offered a smile to Sylvia as she passed them, and she smiled back.

Once downstairs, a sign that directed visitors all over the hotel was hanged on the wall. The pools were a decently long walk to the right of her building, flat fifteen. One of them, the closest one, had a bar on each side of it and would certainly be the most crowded. Wanting none of that, Sylvia set off on the stone path to the right. The first pool was next to flat twelve, a good five or six blocks away with how each building was spaced.

She passed many different species and ethnicities during her walk. Bears, deer, parrots, alligators, monkeys, all speaking in different languages or baring different accents. It was interesting, since she was only used to seeing cats and dogs (and the occasional raccoon, cow, or squirrel).

When the pool was in sight she had to take a moment to stare. It was massive! At least Olympic-sized. There was a small bar in it at the far left with seats in the water. Alcoholic drinks lined the wall behind the bartender, who stayed dry, since the counter was literally part of the pool. A constant flow of water rained down, generated from somewhere up on the roof of the little bar, which was also the stone path. It was quite a sight, to say the least.

A little restaurant to her right reminded her that she hadn't eaten that morning. Deciding breakfast could come first, Sylvia took a small detour to it. As she got closer, however, the sound of water running and splashing reminded her of something else she'd forgotten to do. The pressure between her legs told her she hadn't used the bathroom before she left her building.

It wasn't a nagging feeling, though, and she quickly forgot about it when she was seated at a small table for two. Since her trip was all-inclusive, she didn't need to pay for any of the food or drinks she got here. Thank goodness, too, because those things could get expensive. Especially with how she could eat when she was very hungry.

Getting up after her drink had been brought to her table- some orange juice- Sylvia went to examine the breakfast buffet. The amount of food was amazing, the options available even more so. It didn't take long before she had a plate piled high with sausage, pancakes and maple syrup, scrambled eggs, a buttered roll, two pieces of grape-jelly slathered toast, and half of an orange.

She wolfed down the food almost too quickly, but when she was finished, decided to go back for more. This went on for two more plates of food before she finally stopped. Her belly bulged outwards quite noticeably, but after glancing around, she deduced that most others shared the same gut. Some furs were even still eating with it!

One in particular, a skunk to her right, was leaning back in his seat and rubbing his extremely bloated belly. It looked like he'd swallowed a beach ball or two. He groaned slightly as he attempted to get up, his hands still on his stomach, almost carrying it. Sylvia watched him waddle out of the restaurant, silently thanking whomever that she'd not made that mistake. Her belly was bloated, but more along the lines of swallowing a soccer ball. It did, however, take a bit of effort for her to stand up with all that food in her belly.

After making her way out of the restaurant she walked over to the pool, setting her towel down on one of the chairs nearest to the water. It wasn't packed here, but there were quite a few furs at the bar. Most others were scattered around in no particular order.

Sylvia walked down the stairs into the pool, enjoying the feel of water against her sore footpaws. She probably should buy a pair of sandals when she gets the chance. Because she'd only just eaten, she didn't jump right into the water. It might upset her stomach, after all.

As soon as her bikini bottom started to get wet, however, she was again reminded of the forgotten contents of her lower abdomen. She'd only just gotten into the pool, though, and had no intention of leaving anytime soon. So she ignored it and went back to enjoying the warm water.

She swam around for about an hour, occasionally resting by floating on her back. A few furs gave her an odd look, probably because of her furless nature or her being alone, but she paid them no mind. She was too relaxed; the calm water and heat felt amazing, and her full belly kept her a bit tired as it gurgled and groaned while digesting her large breakfast.

After floating on her back for a while longer, Sylvia decided she wanted a drink. As she moved to stand in the water, however, the contents of her abdomen shifted. A growing pressure bloomed between her legs as her stomach pushed down on her bladder, which was quite full now. It wasn't painful, but it made her squirm for a moment.

Still not wanting to leave the water, however, she decided again to ignore it as she swam over to the bar. Sitting down on one of the chairs submerged in water, she ordered a mango cocktail, which was promptly handed to her by the busy iguana bartender. He offered a smile before continuing to serve the other furs.

Sylvia had to drink the cocktail quickly, otherwise it would have melted and gotten warm. It was good though, so she ordered two more. She drank those right up, too. The alcohol in them made her head a little fuzzy, but it wasn't enough to do much else.

Before she had the chance to order another, however, the bartender handed her one about twice the size of hers and much more fancy.

“Gift,” he said, motioning to another area of the bar. Surprised, Sylvia glanced in that direction. A few otters chatted with one another, a vixen sat on a wolf's lap, a duck was chugging his drink, and-

“Oh,” was all she could manage. Green eyes caught her own, far more beautiful than her pale yellow ones. A large, well-muscled black panther offered her a smile, making her blush. Why would a fur like that get her a drink? He was gorgeous!

Sylvia drank the gift down too quickly before leaving the bar area and swimming back out to an open spot in the pool. As she did so, her bladder began to act up, making her squirm uncomfortably. When she reached her designated spot, she leaned against the pool's edge, pressing her legs tightly together.

She moved her hand down over her lower abdomen, feeling a very large, taught bulge there. Perhaps now would be a good time to go use the restroom. As she went to pull herself out of the water, a voice from behind caught her attention.

“What's your breed? I've never seen a cat like you before,” the voice was deep, and definitely male. At first it sounded like an insult, but the silence that followed was sincere.

“Sphinx,” Sylvia replied, turning around. She almost gasped aloud when she saw who was speaking to her. It was the panther from before! 'Oh! And t-thank you- for the d-drink I mean,' she added sheepishly.

“You're welcome,” he replied, smiling. “I didn't know sphinx was a breed or-” the panther paused, as if worried about the rest of his sentence. Sylvia immediately knew what that meant.

“That there were hairless cats? Yes, we're basically the naked mole rats of the feline kind,” her humor was a little dry. She was quite touchy about her fur- or, rather, lack thereof.

“I didn't mean it like that!' the other quickly said, putting his hands up a bit. 'I'm sorry if I offended you, really.”

“It's alright,' she sighed, 'I'm used to it.” Her bladder had started to softly throb, making her quite uncomfortable. She couldn't squirm or cross her legs, though, not in front of someone!

“My name's Joel, I'm from Washington state. What about you?”

“Oh- my name's Sylvia, I'm from Ohio,” her reply was a little strained, but she managed to keep her voice level. Her bladder was becoming steadily more active, to say the least.

“It's nice to meet you, Sylvia,” he replied, seeming quite glad that he'd gotten a positive response. “How long are you staying here in Cancun?”

“Just a week, yesterday was my travel day,” she tried to joke, gaining a chuckle from the other.

“I arrived this morning. I'm only staying a week, too. Uh, say,” the panther seemed a little uncomfortable for a moment, but did his best to recover. “Would you want to join me for lunch tomorrow?”

The question floored Sylvia. This hunk was asking her to lunch? Was he blind, or just making a cruel joke? There was an endless flood of sexy here; heck, this was Mexico, a tropical paradise, most tourists barely wore any clothes, and he chose to ask her, of all furs, out?

“S-sure,” she answered, recovering enough to speak. Joel immediately perked up.

“Alright, well, I'll see you then,” he tried to reply smoothly, but he still managed to seem a bit giddy. With that, the panther swam back over to the bar. Sylvia could see an Asian bear watching him as he promptly sat by him. They exchanged a few words before going back to ordering drinks and relaxing.

All that had happened so fast that she'd forgotten about her bladder problem. Rather than run off to the restroom, she laid down on her chair to think about what had just happened. Maybe she was really drunk and had heard everything wrong? Or she was hallucinating. Perhaps she hadn't actually woken up yet and was dreaming?

With those thoughts, a still very-full stomach, and a warm sun overhead, Sylvia started to nod off. She just couldn't stay awake. It wasn't long before she was completely asleep.

It was dark when she opened her eyes again. There were lights on all around, though, and being a cat had its advantages. The pool was empty, the bar was closed, and the only furs around were the occasional hotel staff members driving by on little carts or cleaning up in buildings nearby.

Thankfully for Sylvia, she'd fallen asleep in the shade of a large tree, and didn't fry out in the sun for so long. She wasn't really unhappy, either. Now the pool was completely vacant, so she could swim all she wanted without having to worry about bumping into anyone.

The sphinx smiled and promptly stood, hopping into the water with a satisfying splash. But the action jolted her body and reminded her of what she'd not been able to do before falling asleep. Her whole body shuddered as she tightly crossed her legs, surfacing with a gasp. Her hands flew to her lower abdomen, which felt like she was holding a softball there.

Not wanting to argue with her body anymore, Sylvia tried to swim over to the stairs to look for the bathrooms. But the moment she tried to a powerful wave of desperation hit, making her gasp and grab herself, crossing her legs even more tightly together. If she moved she'd lose it!

Groaning, she squirmed, trying to get her bladder under control. It was no use, though, as the urge only built more strongly with each passing second. She couldn't hold still at all, shuddering, gasping, and tightening every muscle in her lower body. Sylvia could feel her bladder contracting, trying to forcibly void itself of the liquids within. It ached and was throbbing quite hard now.

She looked around, eyes widening a bit as a thought crossed her. There was no one here. It was too dark for most furs to see her. What if she just-

No! She couldn't do that! It was gross and lacked any sort of self-dignity. With a deep breath, Sylvia forced herself to swim to the stairs. A great deal of effort later, the sphinx managed to uncross her legs. Her bladder tried to immediately force itself to empty again, making her have to throw her hands back down to grab herself for the second time. When it was under control again, she let go.

When that was over, she started on the stairs. There were only five of them, and none were particularly steep, but each enticed a small groan from her anyways. The strain on her bladder made her have to stop half way up them, just to keep herself contained. She kept one hand rested on the painful bulge in her lower abdomen.

She managed to grab her towel and wrap it around her, but dropped the room key in the process. Cursing under her breath, she tried to lean down to grab it, only to gasp as a sharp pain raced through her bladder at the action. Growling, Sylvia tried another approach; in one swift motion, she bent over, snatched up the key, straightened back up and turned to started speed walking back towards her building. The action, however, put a massive amount of strain on her bladder. A spurt of hot urine forced its way out, making her gasp.

Stopping, she crossed her legs tightly. She couldn't grab herself now, as she held the towel around her with one hand and her room key in the other. Still holding her muscles taught, she tried to walk out of the pool area. Her bladder felt like a giant rock in her, and it bobbed with every step. By the time she'd reached the stone path, another spurt escaped her. She was thankful she was wearing a bathing suit.

Another couple of steps later she froze up, thighs pressing tightly together. A very powerful wave of desperation slammed into her bladder, sending a powerful jet out of her and into her bikini bottoms. Sylvia moaned despite herself; the tiny bit of relief made her think of when she would be free of this burden.

This, of course, made her even more desperate. The sphinx doubled over, putting her hand back on the bulge of her bladder and crossing her legs. She was going to lose it any second now. A couple more little spurts told her she had no time left. With a resolved groan, she turned back towards the pool and uncrossed her legs. Another spurt escaped her, but this one didn't stop right away. Tightening her legs together as much as she could, Sylvia tried to stop the small stream, barely managing to.

With a great deal of effort, she began to hobble back to the pool. A few drops of urine escaped her with each strained step, slowly growing to small jets by the time she'd made it back to the nearest chair. Tossing her towel and the room key down onto it, she tried to walk to the pool. Knowing relief was so near was too much for her bladder.

Doubling over again, Sylvia lost her balance and stumbled to her knees. The jolt forced her bladder to contract powerfully, making the sphinx stuff her hands between her legs and squirm against them. Urine hissed out of her, and she only just managed to pull her hands away from herself before any got on them. The sound of it against the stone beneath her was like music to her ears, but as soon as she realized what was happening, she struggled again to get her bladder under control.

By some miracle, she did. Without any further hesitation, she leaped into the pool. That was the last strain her bladder could take, and its contents again came hissing out, this time at an even more forceful rate. It started even before she hit the water.

Sylvia surfaced with a water-choked moan. The feeling of pressure escaping her lower abdomen was divine. She leaned against the poolside, closing her eyes in absolute bliss, waiting for her bladder to fully empty. Her hands moved to her bulge, gently rubbing over it to reduce the pain of holding it for so long.

This lasted for almost two minutes. For every second that passed, the water around her grew almost uncomfortably hot. She didn't want to admit it, but this almost felt... good. Maybe that was why some furs had this for a fetish?

When she'd finished, Sylvia got out of the water and snatched up her towel and room key, heading back to the stone path to her building. First, she was going to have a shower, then she would get dressed in a nice summer dress, and after that she would head out to one of the hotel restaurants and eat.

'That sounds like a good plan,' she thought to herself as she walked, sporting a somewhat embarrassed smile the whole way back.

Green eyes pierced through the dark, following Sylvia's every move. His lips turned upwards into a toothy smirk, though it was more amused than devious. A black tail coiled around the nearby foliage.

“I can't wait for lunch tomorrow,” he muttered with a smile, quietly walking back into the bar where his friend was waiting for him.

Last one of these! I can't remember what character this is-- she was a NSFW-exclusive OC of some kind. If I ever find the character I'll update this. Oh-- and this was the insp. for that other sketch-- a sort of redraw of this. I'm not sure which one I like better! The ass/poos on this one looks super nice, imo! But I'm a sucker for horse butt, soooo...

What awful quality... was my phone really this bad in 2014?!

#2014 #wip #mlp #rule34

I really aught to redraw this, probably with an actual OC. I never really fleshed this bitch (lol) out. I'd sell her if I thought she'd go for anything, but for now, she's just sort of in purgatory.

Also, augh, I'm 100% part of Cum Hater Anonymous. Drawing cum in the mouth is the WORST and I doubt I'll do it for anything other than a commission. On that note, though... at least it doesn't look terrible!
So glad I'm better at drawing nipples now, too!

#2014 #furry #petplay

When I find the notebook I did these in, I'll upload HQ versions. In the meantime, here's some ancient garbage phone-photos of when I was super into Hypno (disclaimer: I'm still really into hypno).

I know posting old stuff seems silly, but just having it all in one place is nice. And, ofc, I won't make anyone pay for this kind of thing here. XD

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Nic and Shadow! Man this is old... doesn't look terrible, though, if I'm being honest. I'm still learning the Sonic style, though there was a point I thought I was okay at it. xD

#rule34 #2014 #sonic #wip

Some old stuff from my past account, Goodrazam. Figured I'd toss it here so I didn't lose it!

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Unwatermarked version available for $1 <3

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Hey guys, I made a Gumroad!
https://gum.co/nrql

Some stuff you'd pay for monthly here, you can get for a One Time Payment there. Granted, right now most of it will be limited (say, only 5-15 of an item will sell). Not all of my stuff will go up, but the finished/preferred pieces will. Gabumon/Psychemon and it's variants are up in a pack for $5!