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Nurue's Omo Adventures, Puddle 2, Drip 1
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 09:05:34 +0000 UTCIt had been a quiet day for Kimo as she did her daily chores around the house. That was until her master brought her a strange flower. He said he found it during one of his "experiments" it was his usual "blah, blah, other dimension, blah, blah, desires, blah." anyway, he tasked her with caring for it for until he was prepared to use it for some "test". Kimo treated it like it was any other plant and set it by a window. "It seemed sad" she thought, so she opened the window to let in some fresh air. Kimo not knowing what else to do for the strange plant just stood guard just like her master wanted...
As evening came Kimo began to fill a need to relive herself, but with no sign of her masters return she could only wait, fidgeting, nonetheless. She looked at the flower reflecting on her task and her need seemed to fade. Suddenly she felt a warmth in her nether regions snaping her back. "Just what was she about to do!" Kimo thought. A made wouldn't dare make such a mess in her master's home, unless requested of course. The flower seemed to be drawing her in, occasionally she would steal a glance at it, "did it look back?" she wondered. Her mind and body grew warm and pleasant, Kimo enjoyed being near the flower, she was starting to become fond of its presence...
As the sun hid away and stars pierce the clouds, Kimo's need was reaching its peak. Though, as time had passed the need morphed form uncomfortable and troublesome to tingly and comforting. By now her tail had, unprompted, moved onto the table and grasping the flowers pot in a loose hug. Its scent filling her whole being, drawing her deeper into a euphoric delusion. The sound of liquid hitting the hardwood floors did not reach her ears, for the flower's hums were too loud. The scent of pee dares not touch her nose, the smell of nostalgia was all that was there. She kept her eyes closed fearing that this sweet dream would end. She sunk into the warmth as though it was a campfire on a cold winter night. That flower was now her friend. She named it Zillumie, and continued to stand guard, just like her master asked.
