Movie Marathon [Piss Fic]
#4 of Omorashi Shorts
A nerdy otter-man has his priorities in order when he straps in to watch a very, very long movie of his favorite fandom. It becomes a battle of fascination and bodily needs. Who will win?? (everyone does.)
The movie was at least three hours long, and by golly, he was going to see every second of it at any cost.
He read every comic book, read every analysis, followed every episode, and the culmination of it all was tonight. All of the intertwining plot-lines, mystery character reveals, and a rumored plot-twist to turn the entire franchise on its head. Jeremy wasn't going to miss it at all. After all, fans were relying on his analysis of this avant-garde series. He can't let them down!
Although, the double-soda was probably a mistake.
Thankfully, it was dark in the theater. The otter could clamp his knees, and bounce his legs with all of the urgency he needed while his glasses-clad eyes stayed locked onto the big screen. Hunched forward, leaned down, his elbows sit tight against his cargo shorts as he took in the bright lights with a near unblinking gaze. Two hours in, and the tension is rising. Figuratively and ... physically.
He swallowed, and his hands slipped down his tight-clamped legs to grip at his crotch. His heart raced, both for the fiery battle on display, and the filling, filled, bladder that only took on more and more drips of the drink he had earlier drained. For a small guy, his stomach could hold a lot, but his bladder, well ... Something had to shrink down to make way for his stomach. It was an uneven, unfortunate scale.
Two hours in. He can hold out one more hour. They only just discovered princess' secret double-life, and now they had to find out where her traitorous valet went off to! But all the clues were there, just beneath the meta-commentary, and so if he could just...
"Hnn..." He felt a pulse at his crotch, his heartbeat felt within the tight grip of his palms. Sweat started to soak into his t-shirt, and even his waterproof fur started to drip with his rising heat. His knees shoved against each other, incapable of morphing any closer. Hold, hold, hold ... He soon began to rock back and forth, sack near pinched against the too-poofy theater cushion under his lap. His legs hooked under the folding seat, and with his body hunched forward, he shoves his crotch against the cushion with a muffled groan.
With a deep breath, he straightened back up again. No noise in the theater. He stared back at the screen, concentrating. They found the code, now, and as the runes were displayed, he gained a sharp-toothed grin. Of course he had the code's runes previously memorized, and he let out a sharp "Ha!" as he got a taste of the plot-twist ahead. Or at least, the intended twist. But then again, with the third House's involvement...
It's then that he became sharply aware that the damp drip at his crotch wasn't sweat. It was far too warm, far too ... pungent, and hefty. His hands grip tight once again as a muffled whine leaves him.
No, no, he can't leave now! Even if it was getting hard to pay attention. His otter tail slapped at the isle behind himself, harassing the feet of some other movie-goer. Swipe-thump-swipe-thump, as clawed feet scratched against the snack-spilled floor.
Two hours thirty minutes. This was it, the final showdown. The heroes and antagonists locked in combat, the world falling apart, and the crystal's code was awaiting input. But input by who? It could only activate in the first place with the right sequence, under the dragon's eye and blood drip...
Drip, dripping. Further drips kept seeping into his shorts every second he stopped paying attention to his own need. His hips shoved back and forth against the seat, grinding until his own dick grew hard against the pressure. It felt good. It felt bad. But good and bad and good and bad and the PLOT was just getting so GOOD and "--Ah--Auhn--Mmfff!" Piss-touched fingers shoved themselves against his muzzle, clamping down his mouth in effort to keep quiet.
Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes, he vowed himself, before he'd allow himself to sprint out for a record piss. Ten minutes.
The heroes and antagonist decide on a temporary peace. The safety of the land was more important than their quarreling; they could sort out their differences outside of imminent death. The two of them set in their code, activate the crystal...
But the crystal didn't like this joint force. Oh no. Jemery's eyes widened as the very castle started to break before him, crushed and crumbling like an ice kingdom under the summer sun. What more, the very crystal walls were splitting apart under the weight of some sort of viscuous, brilliant liquid, shining and pouring and filling the halls with a roaring rush of stampeding waves, gushing out to slam against the walls as the crew bolted in a panicked sprint. The surround sound thumped into his bones, roared with each turn of the corner, lurching with sudden drops and hitting with sharp crashes... All Jeremy could do was ride along, jaws parted in shallow breaths. Five minutes. Five minutes...
The crystal-water poured into the tunnels, carrying the crew into a tight fit, until a sudden turn through a narrow tunnel provided them escape -- bursting right out of a tall spire to fall to the land below, flying with a spray of ...
"F,ff, fffuuuuuck..." Jeremy could only lean forward, and shove his crotch against the seat-cushion as he felt himself releasing with the castle's own relieved pressure. He pissed near past his own short's pant-leg, but angled against the cushion, and so it seeped with his unseen piss. He felt the flow of warmth soaking back against his legs, his sack, up against his ass-crack as he could only sit back, and shudder under the unloaded weight. There wasn't anything he could do any more but just, let go, the streaming drips drowned out by the noise of the theater's own wave-crashing sounds. He felt the hot flow through the whole length of his shaft, and the tingling relief crawl up his spine. He shivers, eyes glazing over as his gaze rested back on the big screen. And it just wouldn't stop; by the time his flow stopped being a high-pressure geyser, a pool formed at his damp feet. It slowed to just a dribbling tinkle; little beads that slipped out with whimsy.
Well. At least he could fully pay attention to the screen, now, even as he sat in his own cooling filth. The crumbled crystal castle stood before them all, and the crew of protagonists could only feel shame...
But wait. Aren't those thrusters? "It's a space-ship." Jeremy whispers, eyes wide in realization. The castle was never a castle in the first place, nor were the codes some ancient language. They were key-codes, running on a biological programming -- "Of course...!"
Oh, the forums were going to love this. The new character wasn't a person at all, but a whole new opened realm... And he was going to be the first to figure it out. His piss-dripped tail wagged, regardless of his state of being.
There were more important things at stake, and he doesn't regret a thing.