Jump to content
Search In
  • More options...
Find results that contain...
Find results in...
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Or sign in with one of these services

Sign Up
  • entries
    8
  • comments
    6
  • views
    8,369

female Everyday Life With a Pervert


1,693 views

Papi was happily resting in her nest, a nice soft bed with a quilt blanket that kept her warm through the night. Sunlight was beginning to stream into the window through the blinds, forcing her out of sleep against her will. She rolled over to face the other way, hoping it would cut just enough light from her vision to allow her some more slumber. Maybe it would work, but then she remembered: breakfast. The real reason to get out of bed, Master made good food so long as he was the one in charge of cooking. The other girls were ravenous, if Papi didn’t go for the first round of eating, she wouldn’t get anything. That wasn’t something she could afford to miss, so she began forcing herself out from under the covers, even if she was still groggy.

 

Lazily, she stood up with a yawn and slowly walked to the door, a memory trying its absolute best to be recalled. As she began pulling the door open, it struck her. Summer was hot, and her means to stay cool during the nights was removing clothing; right now all she had was a sleeveless shirt that hung just slightly below her waist and absolutely nothing else. She couldn't just go out like that (if she was aware), she needed to get dressed into day clothes. At the same speed as the rest of her movements in the morning, she walked to her piles of clothing to pick out her attire. First step was to shed everything she had already, so she carefully pinched the sides of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her head fit through easily, it was getting her wings through the shoulder straps where the challenge lied. It took some effort, but the shirt was removed and she threw it somewhere in the room.

 

From the piles of clean clothes, Papi grabbed a white tank top, khaki short shorts, and a pair of slightly off-white panties. No need for a bra when her breasts were quite small. She preferred a black top to white, but she wore her black one yesterday and she had hurriedly thrown all of her clothes in the wash before anyone could see what had happened, accidentally including the top that wasn’t wet at all. She had yet to retrieve those clothes, so she just had to make do with what she had access to, taking her selections to her bed. Sitting, she picked up the panties as well as she could, bent down and slid her legs through them, being careful to not let her talons rip through them, and then did the same with her shorts. Finally, she lifted the shirt over her head and dropped through it, squeezing her wings through the large armholes. Now fully dressed, she left the room into the light of the rest of the house.

 

In the main rooms, Papi was drawn in by the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. “Master's such a good cook, I wonder what he's making Papi now.” Her eyes closed in happiness, she blindly wandered into the kitchen, amazingly not colliding with any furniture on the way, and opened her sights when the sounds were really close. In the process of licking her lips, she could now see the chef, and her tongue stopped dead in its tracks at the middle of her mouth. Standing in front of the stove was Miia, once again practicing what could charitably be called “food”. Suddenly, Papi wasn't feeling hungry. “Didn't Master say you weren't allowed to cook unless he was here?”

 

“I'm going to surprise him when he gets back, a good wife having a meal prepared for her Darling husband.”

 

A light clopping sound entered the room around the same time, it could only be the centaur. Cerea yawned and rubbed her eyes as she trotted in. “Where is Master, anyway?”

 

“He said he was going shopping, he took Mero with him,” Miia answered. “He shouldn't take long.” She pulled the pot off the stove and poured its unidentifiable contents into a bowl. “Until then, enjoy breakfast,” she happily shouted, holding the bowl out towards Papi.

 

Papi needed to get out, before she had to eat Miia’s food. And Suu wasn’t around to secretly feed it to. “Where is Suu, anyway?”

 

“She can stay hidden until everyone else has eaten,” Miia responded, a little angry. “I know you’re using her as a garbage disposal for food you don’t like. How am I supposed to improve if no one eats my food?”

 

Cerea wasn’t having that. “Yes, you know because you do it too. I’ve seen you. You’re not improving anyways, why does it matter if we eat?”

 

“Because what kind of self-respecting wife can’t cook for her husband? If I can become an amazing chef, Darling will have to marry me! I just need enough practice until I’m an expert!” Miia’s rant was interrupted by something else in the room she just noticed. “Papi, why are you bouncing like that?”

 

Papi didn't notice it herself, but Miia was right. Papi's right leg was rapidly quivering up and down, making her whole body vibrate. Might have been because she was still waking up, but only then did the cause hit her; she needed to pee. Somehow, she didn't notice until now, but it was bad, really bad. When was the last time she had gone? If she was remembering correctly, it hadn't been since her incident yesterday. That was over 12 hours, how could she ignore that need for so long, even when there was a chunk of time where she was sleeping? Well, what mattered now was that she was desperate, no question about it. “I gotta pee,” she shouted as her wings flew between her legs, bolting towards the bathroom. Miia and Cerea looked at each other inquisitively as Papi ran off, and they both came to the conclusion that her ineptitude in her bodily functions were excused by her immaturity, this kind of outburst wasn't out of character.

 

Papi ran through the house until she reached the toilet door, and a wave of relief washed over her at the thought of release, or maybe she leaked something out. Her luck couldn't be that good, however, because the door had to be closed. Not just closed, but locked too. Papi moaned at the thought of having to wait, but there was nothing she could do about it, she just took position at the left of the door to wait until the room was vacant. She was quiet, but she wasn't comfortable. Her wings still in their place, her scaly knees rubbed together rhythmically as she whimpered from the wait.

 

A minute passed, and the strain her bladder was putting on her was starting to make her legs weak. Unable to continue standing, Papi sat down on the floor, her knees up to her chest, legs still shaking and grinding. She couldn't even keep her eyes opened through the sharp aches, they were shut tight. If whoever was occupying the restroom didn't leave soon, Papi wouldn't make it. She could already feel the pressure on the inner walls of her bladder, trying so hard to burst free, regardless of what its owner wanted or pleaded.

 

Only a little more time went by before Papi hit the next phase of desperation, and she was high enough on the scale already. Before she could clench any muscles to prevent it, a few drops came loose in her panties. Her eyes widened as she took a sharp breath inwards, doing anything she could to keep the leaks at that. Nothing else was squirting out, but the dampness in her underwear was there and warm against her privates. Now absolutely dying, Papi jumped up to her feet and tried the door again. Of course, it didn't give this time, but she wasn't about to give up. One wing still on her shorts, the other began loudly knocking on the door. She wasn't saying anything, her brain wasn't up to processing words now, but she kept banging, more coming out with each swing. No response. She was getting ever closer to a full accident again, she wouldn't let that happen a second time. Both wings back where she had been putting them, she slid to the other side of the door to continue her pain in silence.

 

As the seconds ticked, Papi's control continued to slip away. First it was tiny leaks, which then graduated to spurts before reaching little streams at a steady rate. Wouldn't be long before it all poured out, which she attempted to combat by keeping her thighs pressed together, her feet spread apart. Right now, all she could do was shake and weep and pray the door would open soon, which was beginning to look even more hopeless. Even so, she wanted to delay the inevitable.

 

While Papi was suffering, a creaking sound started next to her, which her head jolted to turn towards. Like a miracle, the toilet door started opening from the inside towards Papi, when a head poked out from behind. It was Suu, staring at Papi like she was the weird one.

 

Papi was...surprised to see Suu. Slime girls didn't use toilets, and if she wanted hydration, she would have gone for the bath or the kitchen sink. Just like yesterday, she was in there, and they had no idea why. Much more importantly, Suu was still standing in the door frame, meaning the only path to Papi's current happiness was blocked. It was such an upsetting thought that she didn't even pay attention to Suu's growing yellow tint, which very well could have just been her body reflecting her yellow raincoat.

 

Suu was watching Papi too, specifically the dance she was doing. It was the same dance she did in the park yesterday, the one that meant Suu was about to get something good. But there was something else about the way she was moving, her little dance was mesmerizing to Suu. But she didn't understand it, she had never experienced any of the feelings that led a girl to do a potty dance, yet she still couldn't look away. She couldn't fathom why, but she started imitating, pulling the bottom brim of her jacket down towards her knees as she pressed her thighs together (which somehow didn't cause them to form together), and wiggled her hips, just like the harpy.

 

Papi didn’t understand why Suu was suddenly copying her motions, but watching someone else do the pee dance was a horrible reminder of her own condition, and suddenly she couldn’t wait even a second longer. Shoving Suu aside, she sprinted into the room and slammed the door behind her. Now, the view of the facilities were making Papi’s bladder beg to be taken care of, still clothed or not. The unstoppable leaks had begun, they were soaking through to her shorts already, she had to hurry. The toilet was right inside the door, at least, it was just clothing in her way. Amazing how the exact same thing happened to her two days in a row.

 

This time, however, she was determined to not let the same result come about. Standing in front of the toilet seat, her legs still pressed together at the knees, she used one wing's claw to tug at her zipper because the button was still not a problem. She was expecting it to not work just like last time, but it came down quite easily, in fact. Gravity took care of the rest as the loose shorts fell down without wings between the legs holding them up. Her body certainly took note of that and decided it was time to go already, relaxing its muscles and letting her bladder's contents loose.

 

“Nonono, stay in stay in stay in,” Papi shouted in her high and squeaky voice as the warm liquid streamed through her panties and down her legs, puddling on the tile floor beneath her talons. Her body was not listening to her demands, it had waited too long for this, and she needed to work around it. She needed to get her panties down, but they were already soaked and getting worse; what's the worse that could happen if she left them on?

 

“No time, I have to do this!” Turning around, she sat on the toilet without undressing further, and stopped fighting. Somehow, despite already losing control, willingly letting the rest go made the stream so much more violent. Papi couldn't help but vocalize her approval as her urine poured out of her, crashing into the water below with an echoing din. “Ahhhhhhh,” she sighed happily, her voice cracking in the ecstasy of relief. Knocking off her shorts so nothing was constricting her ankles, she kicked her feet in rhythm, hitting the porcelain with her heels. Of course, she wasn't pleased that she was essentially still wetting herself, the growing warmth against her privates reminding her, but it honestly wasn't that high of a priority in her mind.

 

That blissful ignorance couldn't last forever because she couldn't stay lost in her peeing, her capacity was only so large and reaching its end. The stream sputtered as it hit the end of her reserves, the last few drops joining their brethren. Now she could focus on her basically an accident, which still wasn't that bad in her mind, in context at least. This time her shorts didn't get too wet, nobody saw her, and she didn't have to make a journey home. Her only concern was getting her clothes washed before she was noticed, and getting that puddle off the floor.

 

First things first, a little personal cleaning. She stood up and slid her panties down, picking them up once they were off and tossing them into a pile with her shorts, and walked to the sink. She turned the faucet on and rinsed the feathers on the ends of her wings, the only parts of the wings that got wet. She dried them off with the hand towel hanging on a rung, right before something else came to her. “I have to wash my legs too, I can’t walk around with them like this.” Wouldn’t be as easy to clean them without a bath, but she could make do with the sink. She got the tips of her wings wet again and began wiping them down her legs, replacing one liquid with another, cleaner alternative.

 

It took a while, but Papi did get herself tidied up, all urine off and the plain water dried off with the hand towel. Now, it was just her clothes that needed attention. “If I wash them out, I can hang them to dry, and Master never has to deal with them!” She just needed to gather them, wash them in the sink and she'd be free. If only she could find them. “Didn't I put them down on the floor right here?” Papi was sure, but a memory as bad as hers couldn't be trusted. She checked basically everywhere in the room for the missing items, and was bending over on her knees and elbows to see what could be hiding behind the toilet, when the loud sound of running hooves got closer to her location, and the door crashed open because Papi didn't have the time to lock it.

 

Cerea burst in uninvited, so she was seeing full frontal Papi butt on the floor, not something she needed to bear witness to. “Where did your pants go,” she asked with a sense of disdain and disbelief, like it shouldn't have been possible to lose her clothing when she had it just minutes earlier.

 

“I don't know where they went! I had them when I came in, I took them off to clean myself, and when I looked back, they were gone!” She slid back out into the open part of the room and stood up to face Cerea. The view from the front of bottomless Papi was no more modest.

 

Miia slithered into view, leaning on Cerea's horse back, looking like she knew something. “Papi...did you have an accident?”

 

Papi's face broke out in a bright red blush that nicely contrasted her blue hair and wings. Obviously, that was an embarrassing thing to confess to, but the way Miia and soon Cerea were staring at her, it was boring a hole through her soul, she couldn't keep up the facade. “Y-yeah, I did. But please don't tell Master!”

 

Miia snapped her fingers in realization. “I was right! Suu took them, it had to have been her!”

 

That just didn't make any sense to Papi. Suu was a good girl, why would she steal? “But why? What would Suu want with my shorts? She already has clothes.”

 

Cerea took the chance to explain to Papi. She didn't trust Miia to handle such a delicate answer to someone so innocent, but now she was blushing too with the subject matter about to be breached. “Well, you see...considering the changes we've seen in her over the last day, Miia proposed that perhaps Suu...it's very possible that she's developed...she might be...”

 

Miia interrupted, she was not a patient snake and a lot more blunt. “Suu's got a pee fetish. She was tormenting Lala yesterday, she took your wet clothes, and she was spying on me in here this morning too. Cerea says she's been getting even greener, like she's been absorbing it all. Where does she pick these things up?”

 

Papi knew the answer but wouldn't respond. Admitting one accident was bad enough, how could she explain she had an even worse one yesterday? What Miia was saying made sense, Suu was always a sexual girl, and this was no more forward than her usual practices. And they had lived with Suu long enough to know, when she was in a mood like this, they needed to keep their distance. “So what do we do, then?”

 

“We stay away from her,” Miia explained. “At least until Darling gets home, she listens to him. Until then, do not use the toilet, don't give her the chance. Will you be able to handle that,” she asked smugly, looking at Cerea.

 

“I am a proud knight, as I have stated many times before.” Cerea placed a hand over her heart as a salute, which looked more like she copping a feel on herself. “I am prepared to fight for my Master's life in combat no matter the risk. Holding my bladder is nothing.”

 

“Good, because I don't know when Darling's coming home, he didn't take his phone. If you see Suu, keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't try anything. I'll tell Lala, you two stay alert.” Miia slithered out to find the dullahan, Cerea and Papi going their own separate ways. Neither of them noticed the greenish blob stuck to the ceiling, watching.

0 Comments


Recommended Comments

There are no comments to display.

Guest
Add a comment...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×
×
  • Create New...