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Sitting in the bucket was how Skrimm spent most of his days now. Content without having to work, no land spotted since they went far from the docks, and right now, Skrimm was... Well, a bit distracted.
You see, the other members of his little group on the More Abound had taken notice to Skrimm's lack-of properly staying hydrated. Although this was normal for goblins and goblin culture, able to last longer without water, the rest were worried about this, especially after a particular bad headache that he went to see Jonir about.
That was a time, wobbling from the bucket, past the recreational rooms and hammocks, and straight to Jonir's medical office to lay down on the bed and hide his eyes with his hat. Seeing and hearing Jonir go from this stoic and monotone guy to concerned and asking Skrimm questions was entertaining.
Which led to now, grabbing his hat gently and shifting behind the wall of the bucket. Taishen had made some tea that morning, and sent a cup up after he was relieved from the helm, and Skrimm eagerly swallowed them down. Queenie made sure that he got a cup of water every once in a while, he's counted at least three. Barnabos sent up some alcohol to drink at the normal time as well.
Yes, he was still paying attention somewhat, nursing the empty cup he had to keep his hands distracted. He was a bit more restless than normal, squeezing his legs together and running his hand over the cup. It was empty, which only served as a reminder of why.
A shudder rushed down his spine, shifting into a more comfortable position and crossing his legs tightly, restlessly bouncing a leg. He could hear, distantly, that Barnabos and Taishen were messing around on the dock, singing. He glanced to the sky, seeing as the moon was going to its proper place that told him he could leave and finally get some rest.
And use the bathroom- A quiet groan pulled from his throat, pressing a hand to his crotch and hunching over himself a bit. God, he needed to pee. He hated that his friends cared this much about him, wouldn't let him just keep with a normal routine of small drinks. After a bit of wiggling and holding, the urge subsided, and he cupped his bladder, just trying to breath slowly and steadily, as it felt like breathing too deeply could put pressure.
It was an odd thought that sparked: What if this is what his friends wanted? To see him desperate and squirming like this? His face flushed a dark red at that thought, his normally flat abdomen had a small ball formed, and be knew what it was immediately. A quick press, a stifled whine and groan, and shoving the cup to his crotch told him all he needed and only acted as fuel for that thought.
He slowly stood up after a bit, crossing his legs to try and keep control over himself, before slowly shifting and pacing around the bucket. He couldn't wait to get out of the bucket, making sure his face was hidden by the wall when he bit his lip or knew his expression would expose him. He needed to pee, that's for damn sure.
He just had to wait, and although it was restlessly, he waited. He didn't care about the sound of the crew, focusing on and listening to Barnabos play the drum, Taishen joyfully singing along with the shanties. Wait.. He had to wait.
His face flushed a red, his heart rate speeding up a bit, a silent prayer went to the sky: 'Please, don't let this awaken anything in me.' It was already way too late for that, but one could hope. Fruitless-ly, but it was hope regardless.
In his distracted state, he didn't hear Barnabos and Taishen stop and the crew disperse. His back straightened, grabbing the cup a bit tighter as he stared to the sky. His bladder felt full, not the fullest he had been by any means, but still full. In a weird way, it felt comforting. The weight between his pelvis, shifting with the movement of him and the boat, the whole thought process of being seen by someone close to him-
"Skrimm! You're being relieved!" The goblin gave a small yelp, tightly holding the empty cup in his hands as he looked to the entrance of the bucket. Thankfully, whoever was relieving him didn't see, calling out before climbing up completely. "Finally! 'Bout time."
Skrimm waited for the other crew member to climb up into the bucket, before gripping the mug handle between his teeth and climbing down. He held back groans as he moved down, spreading his legs to reach each one was a challenge, given for the height difference between him and the crew, excluding Queenie and Fiesta the cat. Still, he tried to stay quiet, willing that his face stopped burning. Maybe he could pass it off as being cold up there in the buck-
"Ah! There you are, Skrimm!" A familiar dragonborn voice, booming yet somehow delicate, startled Skrimm out of his concentration, the goblin swiftly looking up to the other and relaxing just slightly. "How was the bucket today?" He asked, his claws tucked one over the other, clasped and held down by his waist, a smile outlined by his golden scales that reached his green eyes.
Skrimm could get lost in them, but braced himself a bit by gripping the rope he still hung onto, as his bladder protested at relaxing and being jostled around. Still, this was Taishen! Queenie would have his head if he was rude! "Same as yesterday, Taishen. Nothing but ocean for hundreds of feet." He had dropped the mug into his hand before he talked, now gripping it to let go of the rope.
"Well, at least you're able to relax a bit up there. Did you enjoy the tea I sent up?" Skrimm had begun walking at this point to return the cup to the kitchen, thinking back to what he was told when he spoke with Jornir. He shifted his weight a bit between his legs when he got too still. "Delicious as always, Taishen. Thank you."
The goblin could practically feel Taishen beaming behind him with that, hearing his clawed steps on the wood following him down to the kitchen. At this point, Skrimm was used to it, finding comfort in it knowing that he couldn't be ambushed from behind. Unfortunately, at a moment like this, he wished Taishen wouldn't. Each step felt thunderous on his bladder, jostling more and more.
Returning the mug was easy enough, getting it in the sink, before following down further to the rooms and, more importantly, the bathrooms.
Getting down far enough out of sight of others, he cupped his abdomen again and shifted his weight once again at the bottom of the stairs. Even though he was already quick, he moved quicker to head to the furthest room, ignoring the doors he passed and tried the knob- It didn't budge. It didn't- A quiet whine left his throat as he knocked on the door.
"Cleanin' right now!" Queenie.. Of course it was Queenie cleaning the bathroom. "Queenie, can I get in there?" He asked, hearing the familiar buzzing of the bees now behind the door as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, short of dancing. He had some dignity he wanted to keep. "You can hold it! Ten minutes, Skrimm!"
A flush rushed to his cheeks and ears, pressing his thighs together with a grumble under his breath. "Just hurry up, please!" He turned to go to his own room, shoving his hands into his pants pockets as he walked the short distance.
In the room, closing the door behind him, he leaned against the wall with a whine. Crossing his legs, he took a hand out of his pocket and held himself, bouncing just a bit on the balls of his feet. Gods, he needed to go. He didn't realize how bad it had gotten until now, being denied the relief of the bathroom.
His face was still flushed, his heartrate quickened a bit as he realized that this was, in fact, awakening something in him in more ways than he cared to acknowledge. He pushed himself off of the door, going to the bed and laying down on his side while still holding himself tightly. The shift in gravity might help, his thighs squeezing together in increasing desperation.
He just had to wait. He could wait! He had to! Skrimm took a couple of deep breaths, hopping onto the bed while his tail swizhed behind to stabilize himself. As soon as he was up, having to use his hands to get up fully, he dug his hands back between his thighs and flopped down to bury his face in his pillow. Shamelessly, he whimpered and whined and moaned as he crossed his legs tightly. He needed to go, distantly wondering about his noise being too loud.
That pushed away as a wave crashed against the side of the ship and a louder, longer moan at being jostled, squeezing his legs tightly together to hold back the leak that threatened to escape. Whimpers left Skrimm, grinding against his hands to help him hold, essentially humping his hands in a desperation.
Well, it was working, but it was also working him up. The whimpers turned from desperation to pleasurable, his face shoved in the pillow as he moved his hand to massage himself through his pants. Quiet huffs and pants left him, his other hand moving up to experiment and press on the firm ball that was his bladder.
He silently cried out, hiding his face further in the pillow as he held himself tightly, his tail lashed and twitched against the bed in pleasure. Curse Jornir for suggesting hydration and this discovery. Curse Taishen for his delicious tea and being unable to say no to him. Curse Queenie for caring about his water intake and her on point timing of her cleaning. Curse stupid, sexy Barnabos for a reason his muddled mind couldn't make up, but curse him too!
Skrimm got pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his door, quickly looking to it as his face stayed flushed and he brought both of his hands down to hold himself. Please, he begged silently, for it to be Queenie.
"Hey, Skrimm!-" Yes!! "-Bathroom's free now!"
"Thank you!" Skrimm couldn't help but feel overjoyed, and a little disappointed, but mostly joy as he shuffled and shifted to land on the ground- A hiss left him, hunching over himself and pressing his legs together tightly. Urgent.. If he moved too fast, he would risk losing. If he moved too slow, he risked losing it. A quiet whine left him as he shuffled in place, bending at the knees and waist.
His face stayed dusted in red as he danced and shuffled in place to keep his control. Final stretch, he could do it. It took another minute for the desperate spike to go down, finally able to shuffle and hobble towards the door, one hand stayed holding tightly. He didn't have time for shame, but still hoped no one would be out in the hallway.
Opening the door and peaking out, he saw no one and took the chance right then and there. Across the wall was the bathroom, and even if he jolted his bladder by sprinting, the door was open and free, and if anyone saw him? Well, frankly, he couldn't seem to care right now about that. With a plan, possibly dumb, in mind, he went for it.
Across the hall seemed impossibly far, but once inside, he shoved the door closed with an accidentally slam and locking it. Whimpers and whines left him, pleading 'come on's as well as he struggled with his pants, his mind muddled with everything happening, before that struggle ended. Down far enough to fish himself out, he took aim before his resolve faltered and it started pouring out of him.
He normal wasn't a quiet person, quite the opposite really, but as a shiver ran up his spine, he could only pant as if he ran a mile. If anyone had been listening, the pants were faint compared to the thunderous stream rushing out of him. His head hung back, his body relaxing more as he kept going. Ten seconds passed. Twenty. Thirty.
Skrimm looked down, lazily and blissed out from this unexpected stress relief, double checking that he hadn't missed the mark in his previously panicked state. He'd hate to admit that he messed up the freshly cleaned bathroom to Queenie in a state like this.
Another ten seconds passed, Skrimm raised one hand up just a bit to feel his abdomen. Flat. The goblin closed his eyes and gave a blissful sigh, his tail swaying to keep himself from falling over subconsciously. The seemingly never-ending stream finally began to slow, the final drops dripping below. He stayed standing there for another couple of seconds, just panting and enjoying the empty feeling. His mind was fuzzy with bliss in a similar way to an orgasam, and in a tense time like on the ship? He'd take that in a heartbeat.
Gathering enough of his mind, he tucked himself away after shaking off and left out once again. Into his room, he shut the door, only paying half a mind to kick his shoes off before climbing into bed and peacefully curling up under his blankets. Blissfully, his mind was quiet, his anxiety didn't spike at the thought of resting. The waves rocked him to sleep, the cold seemingly shoved away from his cocoon of warmth.
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Flushed under his scales, Taishen sat on the bed beside Jornir, his tail swaying just a bit. He had recounted all that he had seen, in terms of Skrimm and making sure he was alright, and to say that he was a little flustered was... A statement. Not a wrong statement, but a statement nonetheless.
That only added when they heard the distant sound of Skrimm through the open door, asking to get in and seemingly denied. Jornir wasn't fairing the greatest either, although his eyes were closed and he seemed steeled, he was still a humanoid. One that Taishen had heard through the walls of the ship.
The giant-kin tensed along side the dragonborn as they heard Skrimm through the wall. A seemingly simple ask of making sure Skrimm was hydrated was a bit more awakening amongst the two. The tell-tale swishing of a tail on a mattress let Jornir know that, through a small shimmer of hope, it was three people it had awakened something in.
Still, neither made a move to leave the room. Although Jornir's cheeks and ears were growing the same red as his nose, he found himself still in an unsettling delight. Taishen had a similar thought, however more open about leaning towards the wall and listening closer. The firbolg only made a move to look at Taishen by turning his head, since the golden dragonborn was sat on his blind side.
Taishen's pupils were blown impossibly wide, tail swaying in silent delight. He had gone into detail earlier, unashamed of talking about sex topics, about what he had seen of Skrimm's shifting and shuffling, as well as the feelinga stirring and wanted to see if it was mutual. Still, he could see it vividly now, Skrimm squirming around on his bed, bouncing on his knees- His eyes closed, almost ashamed of himself, as his tail wrapped around his waist.
Jonir glanced to the open door, gulping a bit when he saw and heard Barnabos walk into view. A glance inwards revealed the sight into Jornir's room, and confusion was imminent on his face. The triton leaned into the doorframe, raising a brow to the two flustered men. "You two alright, mister Fireblossom? Mister Jonir?" His voice was lowered down to an above whisper, but that didn't stop the shudder from rushing down Taishen's spine. "We're okay, Barnabos. Overhearing Skrimm in the other room." Jornir replied, and the confusion on Barnabos' face was more than expected.
Still, the triton shrugged lightly and stepped into the room. He lightly cleared his throat to get Taishen's attention, holding out his pipe to the other, who lit it for him with ease. A few puffs, lingering right outside the door, Barnabos spotted as Queenie walked out of the bathroom to Skrimm's door and knocking on it. "Hey, Skrimm! Bathroom's free now!"
Barnabos gave a hum that gained Queenie's attention, as she waved with her normal, cheerful smile. "Everythin' alright, Ms March?" The triton asked the rabbitfolk, who nodded. "Yup! Everythin's just fine. Bathroom's got it's cleanin' as well. If you're waitin' for it, let Skrimm go first? He sounded pretty rushed to get in." Barnabos gave a slow nod at that, "Will do, Ms March", he watched her retreat to her room, more than likely to relax.
That was, before he caught wind of Skrimm's door opening up. A quick glance, Barnabos was certain that the goblin didn't see him, his eyes fixated on the door. He could hear the muttering of Skrimm talking to himself, deciding to bite his tongue remembering Queenie's words.
And thankful that he was, watching as Skrimm crossed the hallway to the bathroom. A slight limp, a hand between his legs, his face red- What got Barnabos' face to turn a pink color was the whimper he heard mixed with the pleading look towards the door. As soon as the door shut with an unintentionally slam, he turned to look at the other two in the room. "Alright.. I see what you two were talkin' about."
With that, Barnabos entered into the room fully and shut the door behind him, his pipe between his teeth. He grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and settled it by the bed, before sitting with a small grunt, watching as Taishen's tail swayed eagerly, clearly watching Barnabos move. Jonir gave an appreciative hum at the door being closed, allowing his resolve to fall bit by bit.
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Queenie sat on her knees on the ground, scrubbing and cleaning the floor of the privy clean of urine. The smell of drunk piss was slowly leaving the air as she got it up, her bees buzzing around her in attempt to help, or at least give her company. She sat back to give her back a bit of a break, before she heard the knob twitch. Her ear perked up towards it, rolling her eyes just slightly at the thought of it being the drunk crew member she was familiar with cleaning up after. So much for her progress-
A whine knocked her out of her thoughts, before the knock confirmed it as well. "Cleanin' right now!" She raised a brow at who it could be behind the door. The knock sounded low, but she knew Jornir tended to keep his hand lowered to knock. "Queenie, can I get in there?"
Her back straightened at the sound of Skrimm's voice, the strain behind the pleading words. Her tail twitched as her face grew hot under her face fur. She might be.. A little evil for her next words, but it was still the truth behind it. "You can hold it! Ten minutes, Skrimm!" She could hear Skrimm's shuffling behind the closed door, and she expected some rebuttalling, maybe even hoped for some begging, but she wouldn't deny that the sound of Skrimm shuffling and accepting he would have to wait was just as thrilling.
Before she knew it, she was back scrubbing at the floor while mutliple scenarios ran through her mind. If Skrimm was so keen to listen to her in a state like that, she wondered just how far he would go to get release. Although she couldn't see him squirming, she would kill to see it. Have him held down or pinned as he tried not to make a mess of himself, whimpering and begging to be let go, or maybe unnaturally silent, waiting.
She wondered more and more if Skrimm would listen if she told him no to going. Just coming from the bucket, Queenie knew Skrimm didn't leave or wasn't allowed to break. Technically, he was, but the crew wasn't keen on taking a shift to let him. Even then, that made a shudder rush down her spine as she remembered that she inadvertently caused this from Jornir's orders.
Queenie would do that ten times out of ten.
As she leaned back once again, she realized that everything was cleaned up, the smell of alcohol induced urine only existing in the water she used to clean. She grabbed the bucket and stood up, pouring the water out and tucking it away in the cleaning closet.
Queenie then washed her hands off and dried them, motioning for her bees to go back into the honeypot while thanking them for their help in cleaning. She opened the door, deciding to leave it open as an extra bit of torture for Skrimm, before walking over to his door across the hall. Raising her hand to knock, she called out: "Hey, Skrimm! Bathroom's free now!"
A hum caught her attention as she turned to her room, seeing Barnabos lingering outside of Jornir's room. She moved out of the way and over to him with a cheerful smile and wave, thankful that he couldn't read her mind and her fur hid any blush. "Everythin' alright, Ms March?"
"Yup! Everythin's just fine. Bathroom's got it's cleanin' as well. If you're waitin' for it, let Skrimm go first? He sounded pretty rushed to get in." Queenie asked, her thoughts beginning to run more and more as she looked at Barnabos, who gave a slow nod, "Will do, Ms March."
She nodded, before turning to her room and shutting the door. Her ears pinned back to her head, every thought rushing full force to her head, as he took off the honey pot and settled it on the table beside her hat. Leaning against the table on her hands, she gave a couple of deep breaths to keep herself calm.
Her ear perked up at the sound of the bathroom door slamming, her ear perking up as she went to the wall to listen in. Immediately, she was met with whimpers, whines, and pleads. A shudder rushed down her spine, just hearing Skrimm plead to no one but sheer will was doing something to her. Then hearing Skrimm finally getting relief, the initial moan, the panting over the relief... Queenie would do damn near anything to see that sight. Even more thoughts rushed to her mind, dominating over him-
She brought her ears over his head to hide her face, before crawling into her bed to simmer in those thoughts. She knew, vaguely, that she liked this, but this night only confirmed it. Not just for her, it seemed. She had no clue about Barnabos, Jornir, or Taishen, but she damn well knew that Skrimm was enjoying this. She'd have to ask the taller three later.