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  1. This is a something I've wanted to start on for a while. It's the first thing I've really focused on writing in years, so it's probably lacking in a lot of areas, but hopefully it's good enough for some people to enjoy! Though the plot is slightly different and there will be some changes to specific characters personality traits, this series is based heavily on the Wanko to Kurasou universe. --- Right now I just have the first two chapters done. Feel free to offer feedback and suggestions/ideas here if you would like!
  2. Warm.. It's so warm is the first thing that floats through my mind as I drift awake. My eyes peer over at the orange haired puppy girl next to me. Her eyes are shut tight with drool hanging out from her mouth as she snores away. She looks much better this morning. I contemplate getting up and fixing breakfast for the two of us, but as I start shuffling my way out of bed, I catch the puppy girls' arms wrapped securely around mine. The sudden realization makes me blush, and I slouch back down under the blankets, expecting to drift back to sleep. ..Or so I planned. But as my body drops back down into the sheets, I notice it seems more than warm down there. Was I sweating that much in my sleep..? No.. as I shuffle around beneath the covers, I realize this can't be only sweat. My bottom, and the pajamas I changed into last night, feel.. drenched. "...?!?" I quickly yank the covers up as a thought rushes through my mind. "It can't be.. I.. I didn't?" I didn't. But the orange haired girl next to me did. As I pull the covers up, I can smell it. I can see it. My once white sheets have an enormous yellow stain spreading out from the girl next to me. Oh no. She wet the bed. She really wet the bed. The thought never crossed me. She is an anthropoid after all. Is she even toilet trained..? Is this purely a night-time thing? As the thoughts race through my mind, I detect some foreign shuffling under the sheets as the girls green eyes start to open. "......Nh..." The doggy girl stirs awake. She peers up at me for a moment and looks bewildered. I wonder if she remembers anything from last night? This could be bad, I think. I'm concerned she may lash out at me for a moment, but suddenly her eyes wander down to the exposed covers. Suddenly, her eyes start to water. Her confusion replaced by a mix of panic and shame as she breaks down. My body instinctively reacts as my arms find themselves wrapped around the puppy girl and I pull her close, squeezing tight. I know this feeling, at least. It's still embarrassing remembering how serious of a bedwetting problem I had until my late teens. "Shhh, it's okay, doggy. Don't worry. I'm not mad. It happens." My hands rest against the girls head as I do my best to console her. She doesn't fight my embrace. Rather, she leans in closer, sobbing into my shirt as I tenderly stroke up and down her back. I continue doing this until she settles down. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, okay?" I pull the sheets back and steadily lead her to the restroom. As I pull her along, she stares at me hesitantly again. I don't blame her, I can only imagine what goes through someone's mind in a position like this; taken in by a complete stranger.. and then waking up next to her in wet sheets to top it off. As we enter the bathroom, I assess the extent of the damage. My pajamas are thoroughly drenched, clasping tightly to my skin. The doggy girls shirt's soaked through, the white fabric stained a translucent yellow and clinging to her legs and backside as well. ..I can't deny that there's something endearing about this situation. The way the wet shirt is clinging to the doggy girls figure, the soaked through fabric providing a teasing view of her tush, and the still warm wetness clinging against my own skin. I'm actually not bothered by this at all. In fact, it's kind of.. ..Wait, what is wrong with me? I'm standing here soaked in another girls accident and I'm.. enjoying it? God, I am aren't I? There's surely something wrong with me. I peek back up at the doggy girl in front of me and realize how much she's blushing. Her shirt is tugged down, and she's avoiding eye contact now. Crap. I got a bit too caught up in my own thoughts and didn't realize how much I was gawking. Come on, Risa, get your mind out of the gutter. "..U-Uhm, let's get cleaned up, okay? I still need to get our sheets washed and prepare breakfast so.. is it okay if we wash up together to save time?" This isn't anything particularly unusual. While anthropoid girls are, for the most part, capable of being as self-sufficient as a typical adult, many owners still prefer to handle tasks such as bathing their pets themselves. Pet manuals tend to describe it as being an excellent bonding experience between pets and their masters. Still, I can't help but fluster at the proposal.. especially after staring at her for what must have been a full minute. The doggy girl looks up for hardly a moment before burying her gaze again, but after a few moments she makes an agreeing nod. I run some bath water, adjusting the temperature as usual. Once satisfied, I pull the wet t-shirt over the doggy girls head, which was still the only thing she was wearing from the previous night. Once that's done, I strip down myself. As my shirt and pajama bottoms fall to the floor, I'm filled with a sudden bit of self-consciousness. This is the first time another girl has seen me naked since high-school, though she doesn't seem to pay any mind one way or the other. "All right, doggy, let's get cleaned up, okay?" I step into the tub first, making sure the temperature is not too hot or old, then pick the doggy girl up and set her down in with me. I start lathering a generous bit of soap into a washcloth and rub the doggy girl down like before. Afterwards, I wash myself down before lathering some citrus scented shampoo into the other girls hair. This is nice. I relax for a moment with the doggy girl, massaging her ears as we soak in the bathwater. I figure this is as good a time as any. "Hey, doggy.. do you have a name?" "....Mh.." She starts to speak, but falters. I recall studying a bit about anthropoids in school. It's very rare that they open up to anyone but their original owner or master. Getting her to communicate might be a bit tougher than I expected. "My name is Oumi Risa, but you can just call me Risa!" "....Risa..", the girl echos my name. "That's right! It's kinda awkward calling you doggy all the time though. If you don't want to tell me your name, I'll have to make one up for you. I must warn you though, I can come up with some pretty weird nicknames! So it might be better if I knew your real name instead." "....Nh.." ..No use, huh? A few minutes pass, and then.. "..Mikan." "...! ..Ah! Mikan? Is that your name?" The doggy girl.. Mikan, nods. It seems silly having to go through so much trouble for a name, but.. this must be a sign that the girl is beginning to trust me. It's a small start, but it makes me happy to know that she's opening up to me. "Nice to meet'chya, Mikan! I hope we can become good friends!" I ruffle her hair and give a comforting smile, and she smiles back at me for a moment, before her gaze falls back down to her lap. "...Risa. ..Uhm.. Mikan.. Mikan is sorry she made a mess in Risa's bed. ..Mikan.. knows she's a bad girl." As expected, she's still hurting from this mornings events. "It's okay, Mikan. You're not a bad girl, and I'm not mad at all. Accidents happen. In fact, I used to wet the bed myself up into my late teens! So don't worry, I know you can't help it, and I will never punish or yell at you for something you can't control." I ruffle the doggy girls hair again and embrace her softly from behind. She glances up at me meekly, and I give her a reassuring smile. "Risa's.. not angry at Mikan?" "Of-course not. I do need to ask though.. is this a frequent problem for you? It's not an issue if so, we just might need to get you some extra night-time protection, just like Risa once had." Mikan flusters a bit and gives a shy nod. Right. So, not a onetime thing. In that case, I'll need to add a few other items to my shopping list today. This is the most I've ever talked with an anthropoid girl. Some anthropoids only have basic communication skills, and most don't talk to strangers unless their jobs require it, but Mikan seems to be quite intelligent and well trained. I consider pressing her for more information about her original owner and what she was doing on that fateful night, but I don't want to put too much pressure on her right now, so the conversation between us ends there for now.
  3. ...It's raining.. As I look upon the apartment balcony, I can see a brown-haired girl with twintails staring back at me, her blue eyes flickering as a clash of lightning strikes off in the distance. Risa. Oumi Risa. That's her, my name. It's getting late, and the storm doesn't seem like it will let up anytime soon. ..Grumble grumble.. "..Hungry..", my stomach groans out. I stretch and rest my head against the table as rain drops patter against the window. I forgot to stock up on groceries yesterday, so now I'm stuck here with nothing to eat. Well, perhaps not. What's a little rain anyway? The convenience store isn't that far away. I still need to shower and do laundry tonight anyhow. I push myself up from the table with a bit of forced enthusiasm, grab my nearby jacket and umbrella from the coat hanger, head out the door and.. Swoosh! "...!" As soon as I step out and open my umbrella, a sudden violent gust of wind practically knocks me off my feet. I can feel my skirt fluttering in the wind, the cold rain pelting against my skin as I struggle to maintain my footing. "Guh..!" I speed around the first corner, splashing through a few puddles hidden in the dark alleyway. Cold! I can feel the rainwater soaking into my socks as I run, but I'd rather not risk slowing down and getting blown over entirely. The last thing I want is to walk into a store looking like I wet my skirt. I can feel the rain fiercely pelting against my umbrella as I rush around another corner and instantly almost trip over something in the alleyway. "Wha...?!" A pile of dirty clothes..? No, a.. stray dog? There's an orange haired anthropoid girl wearing worn-out clothes laying here. She's thoroughly drenched by the rain, and motionless. What is she doing out here in this weather? I lean down and stare at her for a moment before giving a few curious pokes. "H-Hey.. are you okay?" She shuffles a bit, searching me with a lifeless stare, scarcely able to acknowledge my presence. This is not good. She's not going to survive the night out here like this. I stand up and look, but there's no one else around. Judging by her condition and how soaked the dog girl is, she's plainly been out here a long time.. the only thing I can think of is she's been abandoned by someone. But who could do such a thing? There are shelters you can leave anthropoid animals you are unable to care for, leaving them out on the street like this is just cruel. I don't know if there's much I can do to help, but I can't just leave her out here to die.. If she's been abandoned, she's probably starving too. There's no time to do any serious shopping, but.. I pull off my jacket and wrap it around the doggy girl. It might not be of much use at this point, but I don't know what else to do. Afterwards, I hastily run into the store and grab some of the closest things I can find. A couple bags of chips, a carton of milk, and a couple pieces of melon bread I find near the checkout counter. It's not much, but it will do for now. I quickly pay for the items, waiting impatiently as the cashier tucks them inside a plastic bag for me, and head out the door back into the alleyway. "...Crap." As I stare down at her with groceries and umbrella in-hand, it strikes me that carrying her is going to be difficult. I'm not sure I could even do it in perfect weather as it is. I consider going back inside and asking for help, but.. other than the cashier, no one seems to have been crazy enough to come out and brave this storm. While debating my options, the doggy girl stirs for a moment. I see her peering up towards the bag in my hand. She must still be conscious enough to smell food nearby. I didn't come this far to give up. I have to try. I toss my umbrella to the side and pull the grocery bag up my arm before crouching. The puppy girl stares up at me for a moment, and I have to fight back tears as I struggle to help. Her clothes are torn, and she looks bruised all over. It's not the most elegant display in the world, but after a few tries I manage to pick her up. I nearly slip as I take a few steps out into the rain, but I'm surprised by how light the puppy girl is. I'm able to push my way through the storm and back to my apartment building in decent time. After a few clumsy attempts, I manage to get my door unlocked and carry her inside, using my foot to push the door shut behind us. I carefully rest her head against the back of the couch as I contemplate what I should do next. I'm sure the poor thing must be starved, but after settling back in, I realize that I'm nearly freezing after being drenched from head to toe in the rain. I can only imagine how it must be for her after being left out in that for so long. The first thing I should do for now is get her warm. I can start some bathwater and get some milk warmed up for her at the same time. I head to the kitchen to get the milk warming up first, then quickly make my way to the bathroom and run some warm bathwater. Once I'm content with the temperature, I head back out to living room and begin to strip off the doggy girls soiled clothing. I'm not sure if I'll be able to salvage these, I'll need to buy her some new clothes first thing tomorrow. I can ask around the pet shop and see if anyone's registered a missing pet while I'm there as well. Once she's undressed, I gingerly pick the girl up and carry her to the bathroom. Her body is absolutely freezing to the touch. I sincerely hope I'm doing the right thing here as as I lower her into the tub. She recoils at the sudden temperature shock, but doesn't otherwise say anything or react in any way. I make sure she's positioned so she stays above the water as I head back into the kitchen, retrieving the warmed cup of milk and bringing it back to the bathroom. "Hey, doggy.. here, drink this." I bring the cup of milk to her mouth. She sniffs the bowl a few times, then opens her mouth and quietly drinks it down. Some of it spills into the tub, but it seems she was able to get most of it down. I can sense a bit of warmth coming back to the girls cheeks as I lather some soap into a nearby washcloth and begin to run it along her shoulders, washing the mud and grime from her body as best I can. As I rinse the suds away from her hair, I can finally see some life returning to the puppy girls eyes. She's still lingering in and out of consciousness, but that's expected from sheer exhaustion more than anything. I let the water drain from the tub as I make one final pass with the shower head, grabbing a nearby towel and using it to pick the girl out of the tub, ensuring she doesn't fall over as I dry her off as much as I can. I wasn't paying much attention earlier, considering the urgency of the situation, but now that things have settled down a bit, I can't help but blush a bit as I glance over the puppy girls body. She's petite, her chest maybe a B-Cup at best, but I can't help but admire the girls plump bottom as I make a final pass with the towel. She doesn't seem to really notice or mind, but I feel a bit conflicted about all of this. Am I really doing the right thing here? Should I have just taken her to a shelter instead? Would they even be open in this weather? I don't know. I force my mind back to the task at hand, setting the girl down on the toilet for a moment as I run to the bedroom to retrieve a particularly long t-shirt for the puppy girl to wear. Anthropoid animals require special clothing to compensate for their tails. If I tried to put any of my clothes on her, they'd probably just fall right off, or at the least be extremely uncomfortable for her. "Here.. can you lift your arms up for me?" She stares at me for a moment. She looks confused. I guess the reality that she's in a strangers care right now has started to dawn on her, but she doesn't seem to protest much. Her arms lift up, and I'm able to slide the t-shirt over her with ease. It's a bit big, but it'll have to do for now. I help walk the girl into my bedroom, pick her up and gently and tuck her into a few blankets. Finally, I bring over an electric heater and turn it on in her direction. After a few minutes, the dog girl manages to drift off to sleep. It's past 3 AM now, and it looks like she should make a full recovery, I hope. I might be in over my head here. I can barely take care of myself. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
  4. @KozmoFox is a dork

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    2. Lisk

      @KozmoFoxplease refrain from such activities until the official admittance of soul reaving from the Brass Embassy arrives.

    3. Dessy

      samus returns is best metroid

  5. Kirito

    Homeless woman peed her shorts

    After careful review, I have decided to remove this post and will be locking this thread to prevent new replies. There are a couple of issues I have here that I am going to point out before doing so, however. Yes, we can. It is perfectly acceptable to question the potential morality of something on here. If we don't agree, we will make a case and point as to why, and generally ask that the conversation is dropped or moved to a personal discussion in our Slack channel. If we do agree, we may take action by removing the offending content and possibly consider a revision to our official Site Rules & Guidelines. We are not some sleazy, shady fetish board. If we believe something is in the wrong, we will generally convene with other staff members on the issue and take action based on a collective decision amongst ourselves. This is not "censorship." We are not a government-run website, please do not use that tired argument. We enforce our own set of policies and rules on this site and will remove anything we deem inappropriate. You can consider this "censorship" if you like, but it's a reality you will have to come to accept if you want to be a member here.
  6. My vote goes for pull her into your seat =w=
  7. Kirito

    Struggling with status updates

    The easiest/quickest way to make a status update is from the Create menu,
  8. That was a super cute read. Thanks for writing and to whoever commissioned it!
  9. Let's stick with the romantic film, for sure! For influencing.. hmm, well.. we've already gotten a few nice views of Juuni's rump and striped panties.. so I say let's influence number 4 this time .w.
  10. Kirito

    Furry Omorashi

    Ah, sorry about that! I forgot we still had submissions to this gallery section held for review. I'll have that updated so you won't have to wait in the future. You should be able to see it now!
  11. May as well follow the trend here 😛 5
  12. Hmm.. I'm conflicted between 3 and 4, but movie day sounds like a fun scenario so I'll go with that! (Also gives is the opportunity to get an extra large bucket of popcorn too .w.)
  13. Kirito

    Possible security issue

    What antivirus software are you using, and is it throwing a warning on the entire site it just that page?
  14. Kirito

    Need help with account

    I sent you a message now. You will not be charged for anything.
  15. That was an extremely enjoyable read, thank you for all your awesome contributions with these Lotto's @KozmoFox