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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.”

doctor’s orders

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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”

Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”

“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.

He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.

It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.

With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.

Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet–sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour. With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.

Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it–she just has that kind of effect on him.

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