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  1. I love when male scenes are mixed in with female scenes. Great chapter!
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    The Contagion

    The wait is over! So sorry for how it took, but here's a long chapter with accidents aplenty to make up for it! Hope you guys enjoy. Also, there will be a short follow-up minichapter that will actually contain the choices to vote on. That should be ready sometime in the next few days or so. “The shelter is extremely low on medicine, and we didn’t really find any. The stores are just across the street, practically on the way back.” You quietly suggest to Grace. “Have you both lost your minds?!” Grace shoots back, “Angie, have you completely forgotten what we just talked about?!” “No, but I-” Leo cuts you off, mercifully sparing you from Grace’s angry stare, “Well, just look!” He gestures out the window, towards the small cluster of shops. “There’s only a few infected around there, and they’re all out in the open.” “Leo… ” Grace says his name sternly and angrily, like a parent about to punish their child. “Gracie, these ones surprised us, those ones can’t.” “Oh good, so we can see our death coming!” “No, Gracie, just please listen-” “Leo Taylor, your life is worth a lot more than whatever off-brand ibuprofen those shitty stores have! Forget about it!” They continue to argue, but a quick and panicked movement down below catches your eye. Inside the convenience store, you see what looks like a fight breaking out. The two grappling individuals briefly land near the front window, and you can plainly see a young woman being thrashed about by a psychotic looking person, likely an infected. The fighting starts to attract the attention of the various infected on the street. “Oh my God, there’s someone in there!” You exclaim, which promptly ends the argument the siblings were having. They join you at the window, looking at the unfolding conflict below. “Holy shit! Grace, we need to-” Grace was already covering her face with her hands in stress, and groaned out, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck! ...Yes we do… ” You kind of suspect that if the lady down there survives, then she’s in for quite an ass-whooping from Grace. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The three of you had rushed to exit the building, and now found yourselves on the street, facing a small horde. Fortunately most of them are too busy attempting to break down the wall of the store. You start to question your decision when you look at all of them, though. You swear that their numbers have doubled since you saw them out the window. There’s easily anywhere in the ballpark of fifteen, twenty, maybe twenty-five infected gathered here now. Your guts feel icy cold with fear, and your legs have started to shake. You look to your friends for some reinforcement, but you see that Leo looks about as scared as you do. He’s gone a little pale, and has stopped in his tracks. Grace doesn’t even slow down, however. With a confident stride, she marches forward. She sets her baseball bat on the ground in front of herself, and then draws her pistol. She turns back towards you and Leo, “Listen up, we’ve got a life to save!” You momentarily stow your fear and pay attention to the only experienced member of your party. “You two get far behind me, and keep shooting. I’ll start shooting to lure them over, and then I’ll switch to the bat. Angela, do not even attempt to shoot at the ones that get close to me, for the love of God.” “Got it,” you reply. “Y-yup,” Leo manages to stutter out. Each of you draws your respective handguns, and takes aim. You involuntarily hold your breath, waiting for the first shot to ring out. Even anticipating as you do, it catches you off-guard when Grace finally shoots, and you flinch hard, nearly dropping your gun. Without missing a beat, Leo starts firing into the horde, and Grace quickly empties her magazine into it. Steeling yourself, you start shooting, as well. You can’t aim worth shit, and most of your shots looks to be totally ineffective, mostly just clipping or minorly injuring the infected. Grace wasn’t really trying to aim for killing blows, just to piss them off. Leo, though… Well, it’s obvious which bullets came from Leo’s gun. Almost every time you hear the sound of his pistol firing, an infected collapses to the ground. The boy has a seriously frightening talent with firearms. Looks like the gunfire is having the desired result, though: the horde has pretty quickly forgotten about the woman inside the store. In the span of only a handful of seconds, every last zombie has turned to face you, and broken into a sprint. Seeing the approaching force, that icy coldness in your guts returns, and you feel like your legs might just stop working here and now. You can’t help but let out a terrified whimper. Correction: a terrified whimper and some urine, as your panties warm up between your legs. You barely have enough control of your body to keep from fainting, so you really can’t do much about your bladder right now. You’re honestly barely even cognizant of just how much you peed yourself. You think it was just a relatively minor leak, but all you know is that your groin and some parts of your inner thighs feel warm and wet now. The horde is reaching Grace, now. She discard her pistol and picks up the bat. With a hefty swing and a meaty crack, the first infected to reach her goes down hard. Within seconds, though, she is surrounded, and they begin attacking her savagely. Your breathing quickens, and becomes unsteady. It starts to catch in your throat, and you feel tears coming to your eyes as the fear and panic nearly overwhelm you. You can feel the wetness around your groin continue to expand. You try to aim into the horde, but you’re so afraid of accidentally hitting Grace that you can’t bring yourself to fire. You clutch your handgun tightly, and command your fingers to start pulling the trigger, but your body isn’t listening to you. You manage to jerk your head over to look at Leo, and see if he’s having the same issue. While he looks very scared, he is continuing to fire at a steady pace. Looking back at the horde, you can see infected consistently dropping every time Leo fires. But then, Leo stops firing. He pulls the trigger several times, but to no avail; he’s run out of ammo. A look of dread crosses his face, but you, on the other hand, suddenly you knew how to make yourself useful. You charge over to him, and with no explanation (your mouth was too dry to speak) pluck the empty firearm from his hands, and hand him yours. Leo is only confused for a second before he understands, and promptly resumes firing. You take his empty gun, and begin trying to reload it as quickly as you possibly can, with your hands shaking as badly as they are. After a short moment, you succeed, and right on time, as Leo has just finished emptying what was left in your magazine. You swap guns again, and prepare to reload this one when a sound manages to rise through the clamor around you: snarling and rapid footsteps… from behind you. You whirl around to see an infected charging you and Leo. He must have been drawn in by all the noise. Leo’s been shooting so much, he likely can’t hear it coming. “Leo!!” you practically scream as you jump between him and the infected. It reaches you just as you do so. You try to hold it back, but it’s much stronger than you are. It pulls free from your grasp, raises its arm up, and slams it down on your shoulder, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain. Before you have a chance to respond, it slams its other hand into your gut, knocking the wind straight out of you. You fall forward, clutching your gut tightly. Your knees plant into the ground, and then you slump forward, until your face is resting on the pavement as well. At that point it became impossible not to lose control of your bladder, and sure enough, a rapid, warm stream starts spilling into your panties. The urine streams down your thighs before reaching your knees and puddling onto the ground. The piss follows along the creases in your jeans as well, covering much of the front of your legs in your release. You start trying to suck down air and pull yourself back up, but you’re expecting another attack to come any second now. But it doesn’t. After a moment of urine-soaked pain, you aren’t hit again. Finally you gather the strength to pick yourself up, and feel two arms help lift you back to your feet. Your senses finally come into focus once more, and you see the infected you’d held back dead on the floor, a bullet wound right between his eyes. Leo holds you and helps keep you standing, and you both turn around to see Grace, standing amidst a pile of dead infected, deliver the final blow to the last one left. She’s heaving and drenched in sweat. She takes a second and catches her breath, then strides over to you, gingerly stepping over the dead zombies. You notice a wet splotch on her groin. It’s big enough that the stain goes down both of her thighs a couple inches. While a lot more inches of your jeans got soaked than hers, it’s somewhat comforting to know that even Grace couldn’t keep from having an accident. “What?” She asks, having noticed you and Leo looking at something. She glances down, and mutters “aw, shit,” quietly. She rubs two fingers across the stain, and seems to verify that it is, indeed, her pee. “Are you hurt?” You wheeze out. Grace pats herself down very quickly, and shakes her head. You can see it in the way that she’s standing, though- she is in a lot of pain. She ignores it, and says “What about you two? You don’t sound so good, Angela.” You try to speak, but a rasping cough is all you manage, so Leo does it for you, “She stopped one from reaching me, and it hit her in the stomach,” He looks up at you, gratitude showing through his exhausted face, “Thanks, by the way,” It’s all you can currently manage to smile and nod back at him. “...Thank you, Angela,” Grace intones after a quiet second. “Well,” she begins, “let’s go see if that person managed to survive all of that.” You all walk towards the store, Leo still supporting you. Grace reaches it first, and peers inside. “Looks clear,” She says, emphasizing the word “looks”. She carefully climbs in through a window that the horde shattered. Leo then climbs over, and helps steady you as you do the same. The store is a mess of toppled shelves and scattered goods. Oh, and there’s a dead infected woman with a screwdriver sticking out of her forehead. “Hello?” Leo calls out. You hear something shuffle around behind the counter. Grace draws her pistol, and you can feel Leo subtly try to pull you away from it. “Is it over?” A nervous woman’s voice calls from the other side. “It’s over,” Grace assures, “Are you hurt? We can help you.” The stranger stands up, and you see she is a fairly young woman in a dark blue business suit. Her short, black hair is erratic and frizzy, and her clothes and skin are covered in dirt, scrapes, and cuts. She walks around the counter with an awkward, stumbling gait. “I’m fine,” she says. “We saw you getting attacked, so we… ” Grace begins, but drifts off. You suppose it does feel a little strange to say that you just killed a massive mob of zombies. “Wait, don’t tell me you three did all that just help me?” “Well we weren’t just gonna leave you,” Leo says. “I… ” She starts, “I don’t know what to say… Suppose I should begin with ‘thank you’.” She roots through her pockets very quickly, but doesn’t seem to find anything, “I’m afraid that I really don’t have anything I can give you.” “Not necessary,” Grace interjects, “I’m a cop, state pays me to do this.” The woman shakes her head at this, and seems to think hard to herself, trying to find some way to repay you. During the silence, a light breeze is carried through the shattered window, chilling your soaked legs, and reminding you that both you and Grace could use a change of pants. You were suddenly grateful to the stranger for not commenting on it. “No, I haven’t got anything… ” “Really, it’s ok,” You try to assure her, your voice having finally returned. “My ass, it’s ‘ok,’” She replies. “Well, at the very least, I’ve got a little advice: stay far away from the center of town. The streets there all caved in, and those plants are infesting the area. Probably how all of this started.” “I take you probably passed by?” Grace asks, “What more can you tell us? There’s a scientist from ODA at the shelter we’re heading back to, and she needs to know this.” “Uhh, near the church, right near the middle of town, that pollen stuff is so thick you can hardly even see through it. I saw some of those things with the flowers growing out of them wandering around.” “Thank you for the advice, Ms… ” “Mary. My name is Mary Holt.” “Thank you for the advice, Ms. Mary Holt,” Grace reaches out and shakes her hand. “By the way, we’re bringing all this stuff back to a shelter at the police station. I need to insist that you come with us.” “Thanks, but, I need to get back to my family. We’re holed up in our own little shelter there, but I got… “ she gestures to the dead infected on the ground, “Sidetracked.” “Are you really sure?” Leo asks, concerned, “It’s not safe.” “I know, I know, but it isn’t too far, and I should be able to keep hidden until I get there.” “If you’re really certain that that’s what you want to do… ” You say. “I am, and I cannot thank all of you enough for giving me the chance to make it,” Mary blushes a bit, and suddenly avoids eye contact, then speaks, “I… I do have one last favor to ask you.” “Shoot,” Grace replies. “If you guys have any spare clothes… I, er, could use some new… underwear… ”Her voice understandably goes pretty quiet at the end of the sentence. You suddenly understand why she stood and walk so strangely. At some point during the whole affair she’d lost control of her bowels and crapped herself. Which, given the circumstances, was not an unreasonable reaction. Honestly, the only reason you didn’t soil your panties, too, was because you only had to pee. “No shame in that, and you’re certainly not alone,” Grace comforts her, looking at the wet patch on her own pants, and then looking at your soaked jeans. “I got some extra clothes while we were scavenging,” you say, fishing out a pair of panties for her. “Thanks, but… Now I owe you double,” Mary chuckles a little to try and do away with the awkwardness. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short few minutes passes, with you, Grace, and Leo getting any useful food or medicine you can while Mary cleaned up. Since you just needed to throw on a different pair of pants and underwear, you went first, and dressed into some clean jeans. Grace insisted that she was fine, and that her accident would dry on the way back to the shelter. Finally she emerges, now walking normally. “Thanks again. For everything,” Mary says. “Don’t mention it,” Leo replies. “I still think you oughtta come with us, but I understand why you can’t,” Grace says, “Good luck, Mary.” “Good luck to all you, too,” she replies. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The three of you are pretty quiet on the walk back. Everyone’s too exhausted to have anything to say. And you’re starting to worry about Grace. She got mobbed by so many infected, and you know she’s in pain. She’s limping ever so slightly, and wincing every other step she takes. The moment you get back to the shelter, you’re gonna make sure she sees the doctor even if you have to drag her there. A sudden roar overhead startles all of you as a trio of jet planes speed by, their engines obliterating the silence. They fly away, and the sounds of their engines promptly fade away, but the silence is again shattered when the planes’ payload makes itself known. Several blocks ahead, a deafeningly loud sound, like a thousand thunderclaps all at once, accompanies dozens of pillars of fire that reach higher than any of the buildings. The earth shakes hard, and even from this distance, you can feel a wave of heat wash over you. They’ve started firebombing the city. The shockwave passes over the three of you, and you and Leo hold each other tightly to prevent from being knocked down. That, and just because you’re both scared out of your minds. You look ahead of you, towards Grace, and see her doing her best to keep standing up. You also see a bulge growing in the seat of her jeans. Very quickly, almost immediately, she voids her bowels, the bulge jumping from the size of a golf ball to several times that size. The mess is large enough that it may well cover her entire backside. You can see some brownish liquid staining through the fabric of her pants. She takes a stumbling step backwards, and you quickly see why: there is now a massive dust cloud approaching the three of you. You all begin to look around for shelter in a panic. Your eyes settle on a house across the street. “This way!!” You shout. You reach the door, but it’s locked. Grace rams into it repeatedly, but it won’t budge. Running out of time and growing annoyed, she picks up her bat, and shatters the nearest window with it. She jumps inside, and then helps to pull you and Leo in. Since the the shattered window has compromised the giant-dust-cloud resistance of the living room, you all dart for a nearby bedroom, and slam the door behind you. You collapse onto the carpeted floor, not even possessing the strength to make it to the bed. Leo is much the same, sitting down with his back against the wall. Grace is hunched over with her hands on her knees, panting heavily. As the cloud passes over the house, it sounds like a thunderstorm is battering the neighborhood. “Angie… Leo… ” Grace rasps out. “Alive… ” Leo mutters, like a roll call. “Alive… ” You say, too. “Good… ” Grace’s eyes look somewhat unfocused, and after a second she falls down, and faceplants onto the ground. “Gracie!” Leo stands up as quickly as he’s able, and heads over to her. He turns her over, ignoring the large mess that this squishes against her rear end. She smiles very faintly, “Alive… ” she whispers in a pained voice, “Just had the shit actually scared outta me, and I’m hurting real bad.” You knew it. After that fight, there was no way that she wasn’t wounded. “Well, we did just grab some medicine,” you start to pull out some first aid equipment when Grace meekly reaches out to grab your hand and stop you. “For the shelter… ” She says. “Grace,” you respond, “Shut up.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In her state it wasn’t particularly easy to get her cleaned up, but you managed to help her get it done. While it was a little awkward to get all of it done in the same room with her little brother, you also managed to inspect her injuries. Sure enough, almost every inch of her body had a bruise, a cut, or something wrong with it. You’re honestly amazed she could walk at all. You treated some of the more outstanding wounds, handed her a generous dose of painkillers, and in minutes she was out cold, asleep on the bed. Once you’re done seeing to Grace, you walk over to Leo, who’s absentmindedly looking through some of the books in the room. He looks over at you, almost sick with worry, “Is, is she gonna be ok?” You pat him on the back reassuringly, “She’s just fine. After some rest, she’ll be back to normal. Takes more than that to finish off Grace Taylor, you know!” You say it so convincingly you almost fool yourself. You actually have no idea if her injuries might be more extensive. She could have broken bones, or internal bleeding, or who knows what else! You’re still angry at yourself for dragging them out here like this. “I-I just… ” He looks up you, and you can see tears forming in his eyes. “E-everything just… ” You’d wager everything that happened today was finally hitting him. He was attacked and could’ve been killed; he watched the horde almost kill his sister; the bomb that almost hit all of you. This has not been the easiest day of your lives. He hugs you tightly, crying. You hold onto him just as tight, and feel the tears come to your eyes, as well. “I know, Leo, I know,” Is honestly all you can think to say. You remember what Grace had mentioned before, that you and Leo were the only people she had left, and honestly… you feel the same way about them. These two have pretty much been your family for years. You swear- to God, to the universe, and to yourself- that you’ll get these two back to the shelter if you have to carry both of them. [No choices available for this chapter.]
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    Anymore art like this?

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    The Contagion

    I'm glad you like it! Don't worry, this story is far from over, I'm just ridiculously slow at updating things. I do actually already have the planning done for it, I've just been working on some other things, as well. As a teaser, I'll say that Grace's first accident is fast approaching.
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    The Contagion

    “Angie, Leo,” Officer Carl Summers begins, “I really hope you appreciate how much effort Grace put into convincing the Commander to let her bring you two along.” You, Leo, and Summers are standing in the fortified yard just outside the shelter. While Grace finalizes the last few requisition orders and other forms this expedition apparently requires, Officer Summers had come over to talk to the two of you. He was an old friend of Grace’s, and has known the Taylor siblings for several years now. You’re less familiar with him, but you’ve seen him at enough bars and parties to know that he does not behave the way one would expect a cop to behave. “What did she even say? There’s no way whoever’s in charge was just cool with this,” Leo asks. He rubs his eye as he talks, having only woken up a very short time ago. “Oh, y’know,” Summers starts, and no, you do not know, “Blah blah,’I trust them the most,’ Blah blah, ‘my responsibility,’ that sorta stuff.” Summers and Leo strike up a chat about some recent game or movie or something in that vein, but you zone out, and start tugging at and adjusting all the equipment you’ve been loaded down with. From what you understand the police commander here is trying to remain largely hands-off with the scavenging operation, maybe trying to avoid the liabilities. Even so, they were generous enough to provide you and Leo with some pretty nice armor and weaponry. Perhaps a bit too generous, you think, feeling like your legs are going to give out if you have to lug this stuff around for more than twenty minutes. Each of you was given a suit of kevlar body armor. While no one expects that the infected were going to start shooting at you, it would still protect your vitals from a lot of damage. You wear your vest underneath your sweater, and Leo wears his underneath his green hoodie. You were also fortunate to have received some well-fitting jeans to replace your skirt. You were less fortunate to now have an almost comically huge backpack strapped to you. You’re thinking about it now, and you suppose this is a (slight) step up from just carrying the supplies back in your arms, but you feel like you’ve got a minivan piggyback riding you. You were also granted a first aid kit, since you’re the only one in the party who knows the first thing about medicine. And finally, you and Leo had been given weapons. A standard police handgun and baton to both of you. The guns you two had arrived with were still in a storage locker somewhere in the shelter, and the requisitions officer decided that the standard, police-issued armaments were better, anyway. After what feels like an eternity, Grace saunters up to the three of you. She looks the two of you over, and before she even speaks, you can just feel the doubt and regret emanating from her. “What took you so long?” Leo inquires. “Had to listen to about three hundred lectures, and fill out twice as many forms,” The tone of her voice makes you think she isn’t exaggerating. “What forms did they make you fill out?” You ask. “Basically just had to verify that this is my idea, and if you guys die, it’s on my head,” She answers in the most cavalier tone possible. “Ok, then,” Is all you have to say to that. “For real, though, Grace,” Summers interjects, “Are you a hundred percent on this? Leo’s, like, what? Sixteen?” “Seventeen,” Both Leo and Grace correct him simultaneously, but only Grace goes on to say, “And yes. I’m sure about this.” “Uh-huh,” He says skeptically. He sighs with a worried expression on his face, and says, “Look, just be careful,” Grace opens her mouth to say something, but he quickly speaks again, “And yes, I know you’re planning on being careful, but saying it makes me feel better.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crisp morning air leaves you feeling somewhat cold, but what truly chills you is the eerie silence in this part of town. Your mission is to scout out some apartments, and some convenience stores next to them; but now, looking at the buildings, you wonder if anything is left inside. At least half the windows are shattered into splinters. Scorch marks and bullet holes dot the walls. Occasional blood splatters are visible. From the brief glimpses inside that you are given each time you pass by a window, the interior of the building is in a similar state of anarchy. “So uh… ” Leo says, breaking the silence, “Think it got like this before or after the zombies?” “Got called out to this place a lot,” Grace replies, “Trust me, if anything, the zombies are an upgrade.” You reach the main entrance as she finishes talking. Grace tries to open the door, but it stops almost immediately. Through the crack, you can see a rather pitiful barricade on the other side. Grace takes a few steps back, plants one foot on the ground, and drives the other into the door with all her might. With the sound of splintering wood, it swings open. A number of chairs that had been stacked against the door go flying into the lobby. The sound is deafeningly loud in the otherwise silent building. “Uhh, nice work,” Leo quietly intones, looking impressed. “Nah, shitty barricade,” She says. In one fluid motion she draws and readies her pistol, then enters the building, rapidly scanning the lobby for any threats. Both you and Leo attempt to emulate her movements; Leo is somewhat slower than her, and you’ve barely even pulled your gun out by the time they’re in the building. The air inside the building is musty and not particularly fragrant. There’s dirt and grime on a lot of surfaces, though, like Grace said, you get the feeling that this is not a recent development. Much of the furniture is overturned or broken, and it looks like everything valuable in and around the main service table has already been looted. “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything on this floor,” Graces notes, “Let’s head upstairs.” She starts towards the stairs when a thought seems to strike her. She whirls around, pointing a finger at the both of you, “I do not want either of you to be alone, got it? Do not go too far away from the party. Not even for a second.” “Understood,” You reply. Leo nods. It’s honestly extremely comforting to have someone like Grace here with you. Even when nothing was happening, you just felt so nervous and terrified when it was just you and Leo. You feel much safer with Grace here. On the second floor, many of the doors seem to have been left open. Some of them even look like they’ve been broken down. With the precision and skill of a highly trained and experienced professional, grace begins a routine of entering and surveying each of the already opened rooms. “Looks clear,” She states after checking the last door in the hallway, “Let’s start scavenging.” You and Leo enter one room while Grace heads next door. The living conditions here look to have sub-par. The room is serviceable enough, but almost everything inside is rather obviously cheaply made. You reach the kitchen, and, to your delight, see a decent helping of canned and bagged food inside. “Oh yeah,” Leo says, satisfied. “Watch my back for a sec while I grab all this.” Your pistol held tightly, you turn around and keep watch. Leo drops his backpack to the ground, and sets about shovelling any food that still looks edible into it. “So far, so good, huh?” You say with optimism. “No kidding. First room outta the bunch and we’ve already got a couple days’ worth of food.” Once he’s taken everything of value from the pantry, he throws the pack back on, evidently straining under its increased weight. You leave the room and return to the hallway. You look into the room Grace was looting, and see her merrily giving a metal baseball bat a few test swings. “New toy?” You ask, catching her attention. “New toy,” She replies with a grin. The next several rooms are much the same. Scooping up food and anything else that looks valuable, and then heading out. Before long, this floor is cleared out. Before advancing to the next floor, you and Leo were forced to split your hauls up and give Grace the bulk of it- your packs were getting too heavy for either of you to move. Grace barely seemed to even notice the extra weight. You continue the process on the next floor. You and Leo enter one room that reeks particularly powerfully. Both making disgusted noises, you reluctantly enter. The pantry appears to have been hit with something, and all the shelves are broken. Jars and other containers have burst open, and spilled their contents onto the floor. You spot a couple of mice picking through the mushy pile. “I’m thinking we don’t need anything from this room,” Leo says. “I’m thinking you’re right.” Before you can leave the room, Leo suddenly turns to look at something. “Hang on a sec,” is all he says as he veers towards the bedroom. You follow after him, curious as to what he’s found. He crouches down, and picks up a book of some kind. “Oh shit,” he says, pleasantly surprised by his find. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to read thi-” He stops in the middle of his sentence as a low grumble to his right startles him. Before either of you can react, an infected man slams into Leo hard. He screams as he’s thrown across the room. The infected charges at him again, picking up the small boy and slamming him against the wall. “Oh my God, Leo!!” You scream. You reach for your gun, but your shaking hands can’t seem to grasp it. You fumble with the little clasp holding the weapon in. A growl behind you makes your blood run cold, and you don’t even have time to turn around before you’re tackled to the ground. A flurry of fists begin pummeling the back of your head and torso as the infected tries to beat you to death. You most certainly no longer have the mental coordination to retrieve any kind of weapon, so you use your hands to cover the back of your head. Between that and the armor protecting your back, many of the infected’s attacks do very little real damage. Leo is not as lucky. The infected man attacking him is variating between slamming him into the wall, and driving punches into him. Unsurprisingly, you see the fabric of Leo’s tan shorts darken between his thighs. You can see glistening streams sliding down his legs, and his pants darkening with wetness along with them. From the cuffs of his shorts, little showers of pee droplets begin to fall. All of it is puddling on the ground below him. He’s kicking his legs, trying to resist the attack, but all this does is cause uneven, sporadic damp splotches to appear along his pants. It breaks your heart to see this. Leo’s eyes fall on you, and widen even further in alarm. He starts looking around himself, and spots a lamp resting a little table next to him. He just barely manages to grab it, and smashes it against the infected’s head as hard as he can. With a howl, it releases him, and begins stumbling around in a daze. He falls down into his puddle of urine with a splish. His legs are pulled close to his chest, and he is clutching his midsection in pain. From your position on the ground, you have a clear view of his butt, and you see his pants tent suddenly. It doesn’t take more than a second for you to realize that he’s just started soiling himself out of fear. The tent grows, and then devolves into a roundish bulge. His already soaked crotch glistens once again as a renewed stream of urine floods his pants. The wetness travels downwards, washing over the mess he just released on himself. He seems to take a deep breath, hold it, and then his terrified, agonized expression turns to one of furious determination. Almost as quickly as Grace, he draws his pistol, and plants one, then two, then three, then four, then five bullets into the infected that had attacked him. The man drops like a rock. Leo stands up, drops and streams of urine still falling from his pants. He takes aim, seemingly trying to hit the infected on top of you and not put you in any danger. But suddenly, the infected is no longer on top of you. You hear a grunt, and see your attacker get flung into the bedroom. You dare to look behind you, and see a very, very pissed off-looking Grace standing there, baseball bat in hand. She stomps towards the infected, who has gotten back onto its feet. Before it can even make a move, she drives the bat into its stomach, and uses it to push the thing back. Nearing the room’s window, Grace gives it a hard shove with the bat, and then swings it in an upwards motion, striking the infected in the jaw, and launching him out the window. You sigh in relief, still not off the ground. A moment later, you muster the energy to stand up, inspecting yourself for damage. You feel winded, and a little sore just kind of… everywhere. It’s like one giant fist managed to punch your entire body all at once. Once you’ve verified that you’re not severely injured, you look to Leo. He’s, well, it would be inaccurate to say that he’s necessarily standing, he’s mostly just leaning into Grace who is holding him up. Leo’s face is swollen and bruised, and he’s clearly having some difficulty standing on his own. You walk towards him, but Grace tightens her hold on him and pulls him away from you. You meet her gaze, and see that she is glaring angrily at you. “Grace I-” “Exactly what I knew would happen, Angie,” Is all she says as she looks back at her brother. She’s holding onto him tightly, and looking at her forlorn expression, you’d wager it’s more for her sake than his. “At least you didn’t get both of you killed… ” She mutters. You can’t even really dispute her words. Your insistence on going with her got Leo hurt pretty badly. “... my fault… ” Leo’s voice is barely audible as he murmurs the words. “What was that, Li’l Cat?” Grace asks. “My fault. Saw something I wanted… didn’t check the room first. This was my fault.” He sways while he talks, and his slurred speech gives the impression that he’s not quite all there, yet. “That really doesn’t-” Grace breaks off her retort, and just settles for, “Look, let’s make sure you’re okay, and then see about getting you cleaned up.” Leo nods his assent, and starts to walk for the exit to the room. Even though he seems to have recovered enough to be able to stand and walk just fine, he only gets to take a few steps before Grace scoops him up in a princess carry. She turns her head towards you before they leave, “Angela, please look around for some spare pants that might fit him. After we get him patched up, we’re heading back to the shelter.” “We’re not done, yet,” Leo intones, his voice still raspy. “Yes. We are,” Grace emphatically states. She leaves the room, still carrying him, and you are left alone. You doubt that you’ll find any decent clothes in this room, and, to be honest, you actually have an overwhelming desire to leave this room and never return. You figure it’s best to follow your instincts. You do bend over and grab the book Leo spotted, though. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short while later, you’ve managed to scrounge up a few pairs of pants and some underwear that you think Leo could wear. In a somewhat spacious bathroom, Grace has had Leo remove his shirt and hoodie, exposing his heavily beaten back and chest. You can see more than cut that have left streaks and smears of blood on his skin and clothes. Nothing major, but Leo must feel like he’s been hit by a truck. Much to your disgust and, undoubtedly to Leo’s shame, you see that he’s still in his wet and soiled shorts. The room has begun to smell of it, too. You suppose that this is (only very slightly) more dignified than him just being naked, but still. You were forced to stay in soiled clothes for an extended time period just yesterday, and it is decidedly not an experience you would recommend. “I um… I found you some clothes, buddy… ” You know that tone that people get when they’ve fucked up everything, and can only offer something totally insignificant to try and make it better? That’s what you sound like. “Thanks Angie,” Leo sounds… better. Ish. “Thanks,” Grace says, in a calmer tone than she had earlier. You see that she’s trying to help his wounds with some medical supplies she found in the room, but she isn’t using any of the properly. You reach behind you, and pull out the hefty first aid kit you’d been given, “Here, let me.” Grace nods and moves out of the way. You begin cleaning and dressing his injuries. In a weird way, you’re actually kind of relieved to see all the cuts and bruises. You were worried that he might be really hurt, but this is nothing that won’t heal in maybe a week or two. Once the medical portion of the procedure had finished, it was time to move on to the other part. The part neither of you are willing to assist him with. “Can you stand, Little Cat?” “Yeah,” He stands up, no longer swaying very much, “I’m feeling way better than a little bit ago.” “That’s great,” You say, and mean it. “Go ahead and get cleaned up and changed, and then we’ll get out of here.” “Got it,” Maybe it was the thrashing he’d just taken, or the painkillers you’d just given him, but he’s taken a very nonchalant attitude towards his accident. You suppose that’s good. Better than him being embarrassed or ashamed because of your mistake. You leave him to it, and wait with Grace just beyond the bathroom door. “Grace,” You begin an apology, but fail to find the right words. You settle for, “I am so sorry.” “Say it to him, not me, Angela,” A vacant, pained look adorns her face. There is a long moment of silence. “Angela, you remember what happened to our parents, right?” Your eyes widen in surprise, “Y-yes, I do,” Grace never talks about she and Leo’s parents. They were killed in a car accident about seven years ago, and it was something that Grace did not like to think about. “So do I. I remember it all the time. When the outbreak started, it was all I could think about- that I’d see my little brother’s name on the casualty reports. I was so happy when the two you made it to the shelter, because I knew that you would be safe,” There’s another silence that didn’t need to be filled, your mind did the talking for her, Until I made you take us back out. “It’s… it’s not really all your fault. I was stupid to agree to it. Leo was too quick to agree to it. My boss only made me sign the papers, didn’t actually say anything about it. I’m… ” She stops for a second, then looks you directly in the eyes, “I’m sorry that I blamed you for this. I’m not mad at you, Angie. I just want to take what we’ve got, and get back to the shelter.” “I promise that I’ll find a way to make this up to both of you, Grace,” “I know just the way to it,” She says plainly, “I’m gonna be doing several more scavenging missions over the next few days. I want you to keep Leo safe while I’m away.” Looks like this is going to be it for your tagging along days, “Of course.” A moment later, the bathroom door opens, and a much drier, less smelly Leo emerges. He’s wearing his hoodie and some jeans you’d found for him. “Are you okay?” you ask him. “Yeah. Little beat up, but I’m doing better, now.” “Good, then let’s get going,” Grace picks up her pack. “No,” Leo says with a determined voice, “I want to finish the mission. Let’s go to the stores and finish looking for supplies!” A). “Leo… No. You just got hurt badly, and you could’ve been killed! We’ve got more than enough, so let’s just head back.” B). “The shelter is extremely low on medicine, and we didn’t really find any. The stores are just across the street, practically on the way back.”
  6. DsGSilver

    Koshi's Request Thread

    I actually really like your art style. Can I request Tressa from Octopath Traveler wetting herself? She seems the type of person who'd wet themself if they encountered any of the monsters in Octopath.
  7. DsGSilver

    RED SILVER: Tales of the Revolución

    Sounds neat. I vote for Mora Aeletti, and yes on messing.
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    The great GIF thread

    Aesthetica of a Rogue Hero, I think. According to Tvtropes, "Akatsuki can invoke this trope by using his powers to make girls lose control of their bladders." I dunno if he does it more than once, though.
  9. Thanks! There is definitely going to be a part 2 (featuring several more Overwatch girls, as well), it was just really long so I wanted to post this while I finish up the rest.
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    The Contagion

    So sorry for how long it's taken me to get the next chapter out, I really have no excuse for it. While this is just a short entry with no omo, this does mark something significant: The end of the prologue. When the actual next chapter is posted in a few days, it will be the real deal; I'm talking zombie-killing, ruins-exploring, action-packed, pants-filling glory. In the meantime, this mini-chapter is just to wrap up the choice from the last chapter, and set the stage for the next one. Hope you enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “... Don’t you trust us?” You say, sounding quite hurt. “What? Yes! Of course I do!” She inhales, and takes a second to plan her words, “Angela, I trust you and my brother like no one else in the world, but this is different, this is… ” “Didn’t you hear about how many infected we fought through to get here?” “Yes, as a matter of fact, I did; which is why it confuses why you’re trying so hard to leave.” “We came here for you” You put some force in your voice, “and now you’re trying to leave- without us!” Grace winces slightly at those words. She seems to not have an immediate reply, so you continue, “Look, I know some first aid, but Leo? Leo’s fast, he’s small, and he’s amazing with a gun!” Grace opens her mouth to give a rebuttal, but you keep going, “But that’s not even the main point! We went through Hell and high water to get to you, and we’re not going to just say ‘goodbye’ and hope it isn’t the last time we see you! We know it’s going to be hard, we know it’s going to be terrifying and dangerous, and I have no intention of letting my best friend go out there without me by her side!” “Okay okay!” Grace hisses out in a loud whisper, gesturing with her hands to tone it down; you didn’t even realize how loud you had gotten. “Okay, Angie,” Grace reaches up, and rubs her tired eyes in frustration, “Have you actually talked to Leo about this, yet?” “Er, no,” “Okay then, here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go and tell him about this. If he says he wants to come along, then… ” She sighs, “Then we’ll do it. But if he says ‘no,’ then that’s the last I wanna hear about this, all right?” “That sounds perfectly fair,” you agree. The two of you walk back to the room you and Leo shared; an uncomfortable silence hanging between you. You’ve known Grace since the two of you were in elementary school, and you’ve never shouted at her like that before. Honestly, you feel kinda bad about it, and you hope you won’t ever need to speak to her like that again. You quietly push the door open, and walk inside to see Leo still sleeping peacefully. You hate to wake him, but it’s gotta happen. He wakes up and sits upright almost instantly, a serious look on his face, “Angie? Wha-what’s wrong? What’s happening?” Seems he was still fairly alert after everything that happened. You gently shush him, “Nothing’s wrong, Leo, but… ” Grace is letting you do the talking, and you’re struggling to think of how to paraphrase the exchange that just occurred, “Listen, Grace is going to head out on a scavenging mission tomorrow, and I think that you and I should go with her. Don’t you agree?” He takes only a short moment to process what you said, “Oh, of course. Why, does Grace not want us to?” “It’s gonna be dangerous, Leo,” Grace answers, clearly still wanting to dissuade him, “We’re going right back out into the middle of it all.” You can see him shudder slightly at the thought, but he nods with a determined look in his eyes, “I don’t care. If you’re going, then I want to go with you, Grace.” Grace just sighs and smiles bittersweetly. You shoot Leo a very fast thumbs-up while Grace rubs her eyes again. “So be it,” She says quickly, “We leave in the morning, so get some sleep,”. Without another word, she climbs into one of the unoccupied bunks in the room. She doesn’t even bother to change out of her uniform, and you’re fairly certain she was probably asleep well before her head hit the pillow. “Did I… Miss something?” Leo’s face is a mask of sleepiness and confusion. “I think you probably got the gist of it,” There is a pause, and you realize that you did just volunteer Leo for a highly dangerous mission before he knew anything about it, “Are you sure, though?” “That I wanna go with you? Absolutely,” He yawns and stretches, his back popping loudly, “You just can’t see my enthusiasm ‘cause I’m so tired,” He gestures vaguely to his face. “Then get some sleep, Little Cat, tomorrow is going to be… eventful.” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” Leo mumbles as he falls backwards onto the bed. Like his sister, he goes out like a light. You climb into your bunk, finally feeling like you can actually sleep. The thought of leaving the safety of the shelter and venturing back out into the nightmare up above you is unsettling, to say the least; but you feel more accomplished than anything. No… You think, as you realize something. Something that makes you feel some pride, and quells the fear inside of you: Tomorrow, I’m not just going back into a terrible place… My friends and I are going out, together, to do something good, and to help innocent people. And I know that we can do it.
  11. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
  12. DsGSilver

    Mech Arena: Horizon Clash

    Agreed, I vote Vanguard.
  13. DsGSilver

    Journey to Arnwick

    Happy Halloween, everyone! I figured what better way to celebrate the spookiest holiday, as well as the anniversary of this story, than with a big, juicy chapter? Hope you guys all enjoy! Eliza watched as the demon man plummeted from the air, thanks to her timely shot from Alma’s crossbow. Tabitha and Matthew were released from the unholy chains binding them, and Tabitha seized the opportunity to thrust her sword into the fallen cultist, finally finishing him off. As he writhed and breathed his last, the flames of Tabitha’s sword engulfed him, turning his body into a veritable bonfire. Matthew was out cold, and Tabitha had fallen to her knees, then onto her stomach. Slowly, her eyes began to close, and a large bulge began to form in the seat of her pants. Eliza’s eyes widened, and she wondered if she had been too slow. Despite their unfriendliness towards each other, she didn’t want the witch hunter to die. Hazel moved passed her, and began to investigate their unconscious comrades. “They’re alive!” She said, causing Eliza to exhale in relief. Hazel rolled Tabitha over, so she was lying on her back, the large mess in her trousers audibly squishing. Both Hazel and Eliza cringed a little. They did so again when they rolled Matthew over with similar results. Before long, Hazel’s relief had returned to worry as they did not awaken, “Can you wake them up? Don’t you have a potion or something that can help them?” “I can make one...” She was lying. She already had an elixir that could wake up the both of them. Honestly, they didn’t even need it; they would be fine. But she needed to speak with Hazel, in private. “Hazy, could you… come with me? I need to gather the herbs.” “But what about them? Will they be okay in here?” “We’ve killed everything here, and the curse on this place is broken. They’ll be fine.” “All right, then.” The two of them walked back through the long cave, stepping over the remnants of the ghouls that had barred their way inside. Eliza was silent the entire walk, and she clutched her staff tightly. Hazel, despite the piss soaking her pants and shit filling her panties, managed to keep pace with her, even if she was walking slightly bowlegged. Evidently, she noticed Eliza being lost in thought, asking, “Is something wrong?” Eliza was quiet for a minute more, trying to think of how to begin, “H-Hazy… ” Her voice quivered, and she suppressed a slight sob, “T-those people we just fought… They… ” Eliza struggled hard to force the words out, but her body wasn’t listening. Tears began to fill her eyes, and, unbidden, stream down her cheeks. She covered her face with one hand, turning away from Hazel, wishing she wasn’t so damn weak. Hazel moved around, and placed her hands on Eliza’s shoulders, Eliza responded by clutching onto her friend tightly, not quite a hug, but just as meaningful. “Those… ” Eliza finally began to compose herself, and found her voice again, “Those were my parents… ” “What?!” Hazel looked down at her in alarm, “Why didn’t you tell us?! We- We could’ve-” “No. It had to end like that… ” As much as it hurt her, it was true. She took a step back, and wiped her eyes, “They… They’ve been gone for a long time.” Hazel just looked at her, confused, but sympathetic. “I needed to talk to you. Just you,” She didn’t trust anyone else. “Those two… A long time ago, they… did some terrible things. To me, to others, and to themselves.” “Is that why you lived alone?” Hazel inquired, trying to start fitting the pieces together. “Yes… ” Her voice weak, and her heart heavy as she remembered such a dark time, Eliza continued, “When I found out what they were doing, I just… ran… ” Her composure kept crumbling, and her voice grew shaky, “If I hadn’t been such a coward then… ” “Eliza, you can’t blame yourself for things like that,” Hazel snapped back, sympathetic but firm. “But I-” She cut herself off, and closed her mouth abruptly. Tabitha was exiting the cave with Matthew in tow. They each had an arm looped around the other, and were still unstable and close to collapsing. Not wishing to continue this conversation in front of the witch hunter, Eliza simply remarked, “Let’s just help them back to town. We’ll talk more later.” She grabbed a hold of Matthew while Hazel assisted Tabitha. She’d managed to ignore it when she was talking to just Hazel, but now that she was in such close proximity to all three of them, the odor of urine-soaked and shit-filled pants was nearly unbearable. Tabitha barely seemed to notice or care what she’s done in her clothes, and walked with a surprising dignity and professionalism. Matthew was still wounded from the fight, and was walking awkwardly, clearly trying not to further agitate the severe mess he’d made of his trousers. Hazel had this way about her, in that she seemed to just completely forget about the state of herself while she was helping Tabitha along. Despite the wet streaks down her legs and the conspicuous bulge in the seat of her pants, she pushed herself to walk normally. Eliza admired that about her. Personally, she was mostly just happy and impressed with herself for not doing the same things in her own panties. While she observed her companions, She felt a dagger of fear shoot through her body as she noticed Tabitha glaring menacingly at her. Eliza looked away, and down towards the ground. She had a feeling the trip back to town would be a quiet one. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alma raised a fork with a bite of cooked meat skewered on it to her lips. She chewed and swallowed, but the action barely constituted “eating”. There was no taste, and she was barely even aware of what she was doing. She was much too distracted thinking of Hazel and Eliza, wondering if they were okay. What was I thinking, letting them go alone? Her troubled thoughts had been filling her with worry and guilt for some time, now. Her fork scraped against her plate, and it took her a good few seconds to register that there was no food left. This helped bring her back to the current moment, as she fully remembered where she was and what she was doing. She was in a small, downtrodden inn. Only a few people were inside, most of them drinking. Lowering her fork, she stood and prepared to pay, only to recall that any money she and Hazel had was lost when their carriage was overturned. “Ah, shit,” she mumbled as she patted down her pockets, searching for any kind of currency. “No need, miss,” came the sullen innkeeper’s voice, “Way things are, none of us have much coin to throw around, nor much use for it.” “Thank you, good sir,” She replied, truly grateful. Actual meals had been difficult to come by in recent days. Exiting the inn, her ears were immediately assaulted with the voice of a nearly hysteric woman, “Emily!” she called out, desperately, into the woods. When no reply came, she turned around, but her eyes lit up with hope when she spotted Alma. She nearly sprinted towards her. Once she was closer, Alma were able to take in her appearance. She was a woman, maybe into her mid-thirties, with long auburn hair. She had smooth, fair facial features, but her face was twisted in sadness and worry. She wore a brown and white shirt, and a long blue skirt that reached down to her ankles. Alma’s eyes settled on a large stain on the front of the skirt. It was dried, but the discolored outline of a wetting was very apparent. Must’ve pissed on herself during the attack. “You! You’re one of those monster hunters from out of town, right?!” The woman stammered out very rapidly. “I am the monster hunter from out of town, yes.” “Please, you have to help me!” Her face was more desperate than any Alma had ever seen, “My name is Marie. My daughter, Emily, she’s been missing for nearly two days, now.” Emily? Alma’s face hardened as she recalled the girl who approached them in their camp; the one who led them here. Had she never made it back? “With everything going on, I just know she must be lost somewhere, probably scared to death, and no one will help me find her!” “I’m not exactly in any condition for hunting down a lost child in a monster-infested forest,” Alma motioned to her broken arm, still stuck in a sling. “I… I know, but please, I can come with you, or- or-” “So we can both die?” “Please!” She shouted, her voice cracking as tears began to streak down her cheeks, “I know it’s dangerous, but if you don’t help me, then my little Emily could… ” She trailed off, the words getting stuck in her throat. Alma was sure she must’ve sounded heartless to the poor woman. It wasn’t that she was afraid or disinterested, it was just a simple matter of her being injured and Marie likely being no good in a pinch. Hazel wouldn’t have hesitated, her mind taunted her, Hazel would probably already be halfway through the forest. … Dammit. She knew Hazel looked up to her, but she never truly realized just how much she respected the merchant right back. She sighed deeply, “It will be extraordinarily dangerous. I’m wounded, and I won’t be much good in a fight. Are you willing to risk your own life for Emily?” “Absolutely!” Marie answered without the slightest hesitation, catching Alma off guard. “If I’ve got a choice between my life or hers, I’m choosing Emily!” “... So be it. I’ll grab some supplies. Find yourself anything you think might be useful. Bring a bag of salt. Meet back here in fifteen minutes,” With that, Alma turned and strode away to gear up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short while later, and Alma and Marie had ventured out into the wilderness, towards Emily’s last known location. Even with a shattered arm, Alma still looked the part of a deadly monster hunter. Her hat sat atop her head, she wore black trousers and a red shirt, with her beloved jacket dangling from her shoulders, since she couldn’t put it over her damaged arm. Since Hazel was currently using her crossbow, Alma carried only her silver dagger. Her good arm was broken, but she was still skilled at wielding the weapon in her left hand. Marie wore the same clothes she had in town, and carried, as her weapon, a scythe. A farmer’s scythe. If things get dangerous, she isn’t going to last a second, she mused. Marie had at least followed her instructions and brought some salt with her. Before very long, they came upon the site of their old camp. Emily may have been stealthy enough for them to not notice her directly, but she wasn’t good enough not to leave tracks. Broken twigs, disturbed foliage, and footprints all gave away the young girl’s path. They walked along Emily’s path. Marie evidently couldn’t see a single thing that Alma could, and stuck very close beside her. It was good that the girl had made herself so easy to track; Alma could feel a growing need to relieve her bowels, and she didn’t want to be out for much longer. A pained groan a short distance away stopped both of them in their tracks. “Emily?” Marie whispered, before Alma raised her hand, signalling for silence. The two of them crept forward slowly, taking cover behind a tree. Peering around it, they saw a pale, emaciated man with scars covering his body. Marie covered her mouth, and recoiled backwards. “Ghoul,” Alma said simply. Drawing her dagger, she bashed the handle against the tree, making a loud noise. A surprised grunt came from the direction of the ghoul. “What are you doing?” Marie asked frantically. She was shaking. Rapid, dragging footsteps drew closer and closer as the ghoul approached. With a snarl, it rounded the tree, and centered its vision on Marie. The poor woman was shaking so badly that she dropped her scythe, and brought her quivering hands up over her mouth. Her knees knocked into one another, and her bladder evidently released itself as Alma observed the spot where her skirt had already been urinated in grew wet with piss once more. A large stain grew, and little trails raced down the blue skirt, leaving darkened streaks behind them before reaching the hem and dripping onto the ground. Some urine wound down her legs, flowing over her shoes, and much of it simply fell between her shaking legs, splashing and puddling onto the ground. Marie could only whimper as the ghoul approached her, but Alma was prepared. It passed by without noticing the hunter, and once she had the opportunity, she took it. Wielding the silver blade in her left hand, she sliced several times across the ghouls’ back, eliciting pained moaning and sizzling flesh. It fell to its knees, whereupon Alma jammed the blade into the side of the thing’s head, ending its moaning. “Are you okay?” She asked Marie. Her senses seemed to gradually return to her as she realized it was over, and that she was safe. Her eyes slowly panned downwards, centering on the giant stain on her skirt and the puddle below her. Her cheeks flared red, and she lowered her hands over her groin, trying to shield the evidence from view, “I’m fine,” she answered after a delay. She picked up her scythe, and the two continued onward. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Near to two hours later, and they were still searching. Emily’s trail made inexplicable twists and turns, practically running in circles at certain points. Alma’s thoughts over the past hour or so had only been a stream of curses and swears as her need to empty her bowels grew from a pressing matter to an urgent one. “Emily!” Alma called out, hoping they had gotten close enough for the child to hear them. Marie joined her in calling for the girl. After minutes of shouting, the two were losing energy, and Alma didn’t want to attract any more monsters. That is, until they heard a young girl cry “Help!” in the distance. Hearing this, their walk became a run, and they continued to call out as they ran in the direction of the voice. At last, they came upon the source, and Alma could hear Marie begin to cry tears of joy when they spotted Emily. She was sitting upon a large, flat rock. The rock itself was positioned in front of a small cave mouth, and on the shore of narrow river that flowed into the cave. “Emily, sweetie! Come here!” Marie exclaimed as she approached her daughter. Emily’s face was pale, and she looked afraid. This wasn’t normal. Something was wrong. All too late, Alma spotted the reflection of the light in the eyes watching them from inside the cave. “Marie, get back, now!!” She commanded, but the ecstatic woman was no longer listening to her, she only cared that her child had been located. Located and used as bait! Alma realized. She ran forward, quickly catching up to Marie, and grabbed her by the arm. Not caring to be gentle, she pulled her back, and hard. Marie fell onto the ground, and Alma yanked her up and tossed her backwards as the beast finally emerged from its den. She should’ve guessed; the strange, erratic trail Emily left- she was running from something. The trail was pristine and clear, because the beast wanted it to be. Even before the monster was fully visible, Alma knew exactly what it was: a huntsman. A massive, man-sized spider creature. Like a disgusting centaur, a sickly humanoid body rose from the creature’s front. Atop its bulbous head were no fewer than twenty black eyes, and two sets of fanged mandibles, one pointing up, the other down, creating an X-shaped mouth. Two clawed arms protruded from the upper body. These creatures were widely feared- and rightly so. They stalk prey for hours, before pursuing them, then using them as bait to lure in more prey. This thing must’ve been following them since before they set up camp, then captured Emily once she left on her own. And now, it had successfully baited the two of them- a cripple and a frightened mother- directly to its lair. This was bad. Evidently, the gravity of the situation was not lost on Marie, as Alma heard a faint squelching coming from the woman on the ground, followed by a somewhat watery sound. The smell of waste promptly confirmed that Marie had, indeed, just shit herself. It’s like Hazy is still here, Alma thought as she yanked Marie to her feet. A brown smear had formed on her backside, indicating that a good deal of the mess in her panties was not very solid. Drawing her dagger, Alma started to draft some kind of plan for how to fight a huntsman alone, when she noticed that Marie was still clutching her scythe. Looking at the woman beside her, Alma was surprised to see that Marie, despite just having crapped herself, did not look afraid or faint, but rather, determined, and even angry. Then she noticed that the woman wasn’t glaring at the monster, but at her daughter. Marie’s resolve to protect Emily was nothing short of astounding to Alma. “Marie,” She uttered, as the huntsman began to approach them, “Are you ready to save your daughter?” “Absolutely,” “Then listen close: Get that thing’s attention. Swing that scythe around, try to hit it. I’ll come around behind it and jump on its back. From there, I can stab it to death.” “Understood,” She replied, then charged forward, scythe held high. The huntsman skittered forward, its own scythe-like claws ready to strike. Marie swung her weapon as hard as she can, and the monster quickly backstepped to dodge the blow. She kept up the pressure, swinging over and over again, forcing the beast back again and again. Alma used this bought time well, and maneuvered around the side of the large creature. She did her best to ignore how close she was to losing control of her own bowels. Marie’s frantic swings were stopped as the huntsman parried one of her strikes, then moved in for the kill with its other hand. She was good as dead. Emily screamed in terror as she watched. Gritting her teeth at the ruin of their plan, Alma slashed at the beast’s leg, the silver biting into its unholy flesh. The strike that would have slain Marie was stopped abruptly as the huntsman recoiled in pain, then spun about to face Alma. Lacking any long range melee weapon, she knew that she stood no chance facing it directly. She began backtracking as fast as she could, nimbly dodging the stabs and slashes from the thing’s long claws. One thrust of its weaponized arm came close enough to her face that it sliced some of her hair. Alma launched herself backwards, narrowly dodging another slice that would have removed her head. She stumbled and fell backwards, her broken arm screaming in agony. The huntsman closed the distance immediately, and would be upon her before she could stand- were it not for Marie. The woman ran forward, and swung the scythe downward, burying it deeply into the creature’s thorax. It screeched in pain. Alma used this distraction to return to her feet, and once again circle around the huntsman. Attempting to dislodge the scythe, Marie tugged and pulled, and managed to cut it deeper and deeper, but not pull it out. This aggravated it enough that it forgot about Alma, and turned to face Marie. She had failed to dislodge the scythe, and it was pulled from her hands as the beast turned about, leaving her defenseless. By now, however, Alma had climbed atop the thing’s back, and made for its upper body. There, she proceeded to drive her silver dagger again and again through its many eyes, into its brain. It screeched and squealed, it flailed and shook, but slowly, all of that ceased, as the huntsman succumbed to Alma’s attacks. They both were drenched in sweat by the time it finally died. Alma slid off its back, and collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily. A moment later, she rose to see Emily walking towards the two. “M-mom?” She said, in disbelief. Without a word, Marie sprung from the ground and embraced her daughter. Now that she was so close to them, Alma noticed with some sympathy that Emily’s skirt was also wet in the front and browned in the back. Like mother like daughter, She joked to herself, Must’ve had the girl placed as bait for so long she couldn’t hold it any more. Just thinking of “holding it” reminded her of her own issues in that regard. She didn’t know at what point during the fight it had happened, but she could feel her mess had already begun to emerge, and was touching her panties. She took one step, wondering if she could make it to a bush or something for some privacy, but felt her butt part and more mess flow into her panties as she did so. She sighed, and resigned herself to her fate. With a slight push, her mess slid out of her, and deposited into her panties with a quiet crackle. The soft mass collected in the back of her underwear, flattening and spreading out slightly, but mostly just creating a ball. She could feel quite a bit more still inside herself, and it joined the rest of the mass, further flattening and condensing it. By the time she had finished emptying her bowels into her pants, her trousers had an absolutely monstrous bulge on their rear. It had been a long time since she’d loaded her panties this badly. A few moments later, everyone had caught their breath, and was ready to move on. Neither of them made a comment about the veritable mountain of mess Alma had left in her pants, but neither of them were in any position to judge. They made their way back to town, Marie and Emily not moving more than an inch away from each other the whole walk.