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  1. Dungeons and Diapers pt 1 (Was playing through dungeons in echoes and trying to clear fatigue, found myself feeding my units far too many flasks of water. Naturally thoughts turned to omorashi, and I was inspired to write this. Diapers seemed appropriate in this scenario,. so those of you not into that sort of thing, you have been warned. Minor diapers in the first part, heavier use to come in a later one. For once, I find the idea of one of my favorite FE girls being forced into one of these things to wander a dungeon super cute, so that’s what you’re getting. Also, minor spoilers I guess in the fact that the setting exists.) While Alm settled in to his new duties as king, Celica felt a bit more adventurous. Taking a group of like-minded women from their traveling companions, she set up camp outside the ruins of Thabes. Small parties periodically went in to clear out monsters and hunt for treasure, occasionally the whole group entering at once. Each foray lasted anywhere from hours to days, and the women almost always returned with soaked or soiled clothes. This was quickly becoming a problem, and Celica, after a day-long expedition that left her waddling out of the superdungeon in loaded panties, decided something needed to be done. So the queen introduced a new rule: parties that entered the dungeon would wear diapers. The garments would stop the problem of clothes being soiled and all the issues that came with walking around in wet and messy clothes for extended periods. It was virtually impossible to find a safe place to stop in the dungeon to relieve yourself or change into fresh clothes, with the numerous and seemingly replenishing monstrous forces within it. Even worse, they were constantly consuming food and water to keep up their strength as they waded through the monstrous hordes, putting significant pressure on their ability to hold it. So, reluctantly, Celica deemed these measures necessary. There were, of course, complaints. Claire absolutely refused to wear the thing, declaring it “Far too childish for a proper woman such as myself to wear.” Sonya told her in no uncertain terms she would never wear such a humiliating thing, she was an adult who could control herself. Mathilda seconded the notion, declaring she had no need of such a thing and that the thrill of battle would keep her from needing such a garment. Celica gave the three of them an ultimatum: come with her on an outing the next day, and if they made it back clean she wouldn’t press the issue: otherwise they would wear one, all the time, no complaining. Not just in dungeons.. All three agreed, and the next day they set off into the ruins. Celica led, the way, a slight crinkling audible from her as she walked. The white poofy garment she wore was barely concealed by her skirt, and she desperately wished she was dressed in normal panties instead. But she couldn’t yell at the other three about it and then go without one herself, could she? The four pressed on into the dungeon rather quickly, a half dozen brutal skirmishes ending in the blink of an eye as the powerful women decimated the weaker creatures in the upper layers. Drinks and food were consumed as they fought more and more, and soon enough all four girls could feel a need building rapidly in their bladder and bowels. Celica was fairly adept at holding, but the thought crossed her mind to just use her diaper as her needs grew. That’s what it was there for, after all. But she held back. Claire was obviously becoming very squirmy as they continued, the way now clear of monsters for a bit. “There’s nothing here but grimy monsters and this awful dust!” she complained. “We should head back.” “We aren’t heading back empty handed. We have to find something for our efforts.” The redhead replied, but to the displeasure of all her companions. They skirmished a few more times, and farts were audible from Mathilda with each impact of her lance. Soon enough, the party finally came upon a room containing several treasure chests. They eagerly moved in, and Celica was satisfied to see a thin yellow trail trickling down Claire’s leg as the haughty blonde kept squirming. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” The princess declared, and each woman approached a chest. Celica inspected hers eagerly, the silvery material showing little in the way of a lock. Suddenly, her ears perked up, and she heard a slight crackling sound. Carefully looking behind her, she realized it was coming from Sonya. The mage was standing stock still in front of her own chest, not moving. Even though Celica couldn’t see her expression, she could imagine it. Hey eyes caught the back of the mage’s skirt expanding, a solid load being dropped into her purple panties. “One down.” Celica whispered to herself. Turning back to the chest, she carefully prodded it with her blessed blade, then channeled magic. A few minutes later, she managed to pop it open with a satisfied click. Reaching in, she drew out a large pouch of silver coins, a slightly disappointed expression flickering across her features. Not an amazing discovery, but not worthless either. Suddenly, she heard a scream from behind her and she swiftly turned, sword up at the ready. She immediately relaxed at the sight, nearly bursting into laughter. Claire was off her pegasus, lying on her bottom and scrabbling backwards away from a fist sized spider that had apparently decided to make its home in her treasure chest. The growing puddle beneath Claire’s bottom indicated that she did not take well to that realization. Celica launched a bolt of fire into the insect, disintegrating it. “Two down.” Was all she said. Claire blushed furiously, rising indignantly with a hmmphh. “Being scared doesn’t count.” She protested weakly, her pee stained legs doing little to support her cause. At the mention of two, Sonya let out a slight gasp, blushing and reaching behind to check how visible her accident was. “I-“ the witch could think of no excuse, and followed after Celica, humiliation apparent once she knew the others realized. A short while later, the group encountered a group of powerful enemies: necrodragons. The fight started out going well, but an enemy cantor they hadn’t noticed continued his summoning, and they were starting to become overwhelmed. At one point, one of the dragon’s bite’s narrowly missed Sonya, its bony head slamming into her chest. She staggered back, a loud hissing noise indicating the blow had decimated her bladder control. She desperately jammed both hands into her crotch, but it was too late, and the wet patch simply expanded along the cloth of the dress where she pressed it. Celica channeled powerful Serpahim magic again and again, blasting necrodragons out of the sky with ease. Each blast of magic caused a short spurt of pee to soak her diaper, and occasionally she let out a soft fart with the magical detonation. She channeled another Seraphim, and her bladder had enough. She shuddered, the sensation of spreading warmth around her crotch contained instead of slipping out odd to the priestess. She bent over blushing furiously, pressing her hands against her diaper in a vain attempt to stop it. But it was no use. She was pissing her diaper, helplessly using her diaper as a toilet like a girl many fractions of her age. It wasn’t a good feeling. While Celica was distracted with her own accident, Mathilda suddenly found herself dealing with more dragons than she could handle. Her lance slew a few, but a powerful set of claws grasped her and tore her from her mount, lifting her up into the skeletal face of a necrodragon. It roared, and she whimpered in terror, her control completely crumbling in pure fear. The sounds that came from her were loud and rude as she forcefully shit her pants, the soft mush exploding out of her and overwhelming her panties, spreading inside her armor and caking her powerful legs in muck. Her bladder control collapsed, pee soaking her undergarments and spilling out the seams in her armor. She could feel the warm liquid filing up her boots, and nearly burst in to tears, sniffling like a little girl who had just pissed herself. Suddenly, Claire’s silver lance speared the necromdragon and Mathilda was deposited in a soiled heap on the ground, still helplessly emptying herself into her armor. Claire wheeled her pegasus around, finally spotting the infuriating cantor. “Die, lowly cretin!” she cried, charging him. He raised his hand, and suddenly her pegasus let out a screech as dark magic overtook them. Claire suddenly found herself unable to move, her body paralyzed with fear as a giant menacing skull of magic loomed over her. She whimpered and a series of unladylike noises she definitely didn’t approve of sounded from her bottom before a series of solid logs were deposited in her panties, smushing about thanks to her mounted position. “This isn’t, proper, I can’t be…oh noooo” she thought to herself as her muscles completely gave into fear, loading her undergarments with disgusting poo. This was simply unacceptable. The mage suddenly disintegrated in a hail of wind blades as both Celica and Sonya unleashed Excalibur upon him, and his summoned dragons vanished, leaving the women unassailed, though thoroughly soiled. The party had nearly made its way back to the surface. Celica’s pace had slowed a bit, and the priestess couldn’t help but let out a cute fart every few steps as her bowels pressed against her muscles. To make matters worse, she had indulged in plenty to drink and had to piss again, unlike the others who had kept it to a minimum in their attempts to keep themselves dry. “Celica, dear…you haven’t been forced to make use of your infernal garment yet, have you?” Claire asked innocently. Celica blushed slightly, the damp feeling in her diaper still present. “No, I haven’t.” she replied. Claire looked at Mathilda, and both girl’s nodded to each other. As they reached the exit, safe from monster attack, both blondes acted. They each grabbed one side of Celica, holding her in place. The priestess struggled, filled with sudden worry. “What are you doing!?” she asked furiously. “Making sure she join us.” Sonya replied. She stepped forward and began to tickle the priestess. “Ah-you-!” Celica tried to protest, but she was quickly disabled via tickling. She desperately fought to keep control of herself, the farts growing louder and more rapid. Suddenly, she could stop it no longer, and the sound of her noisily messing her diaper was audible to the other three women. The priestess helplessly pushed solid log after solid log into her diaper, the garment expanding and sagging, a brown stain visible on the outside, the garment now sagging just slightly beneath her skirt. “You’ll pay for that.” The queen managed as they finally released her. She stood unsteadily, grunting as she forced the last bit of poo into her diaper. Shooting each woman a glare, she once again led the way. “Celica, you’re back!” was the shout that greeted them as they entered camp. “My tent, now.” The queen commanded the three soiled women. They nodded and filed in as Celica found herself wrapped up in a hug, Genny eagerly greeting her return. Unfortunately, the pressure of said hug was too much for her poor bladder, and she nearly groaned aloud as she felt herself piss her diaper once again. The garment wasn’t quite ready for two such accidents, and a bit of glistening liquid escaped down Celica’s exposed leg. “I’m glad to see you too, Genny. But right now I have to deal with these three misbehavors, alright?” The cleric released her, whispering “Make sure to be nice.” Before nodding and retreating for now. Celica, now in a thoroughly messed and over-flowingly soaked diaper, retreated to her tent. Three girls awaited her there, and she looked over them sternly. “Now, you all know the deal. All of you pissed yourselves, all of you shit yourself. So get those panties off.” The two blondes reluctantly followed orders, carefully stripping out of their wet clothes. Celica motioned for them to lay down one at a time, and she cleaned them off and dressed them in a fresh diaper. Sonya, pouting, refused to follow orders, standing in the corner defiantly despite her sagging panties. Celica ignored her for now, first getting Claire settled then moving on to Mathilda. The woman squirmed as Celica cleaned her up, even farting once or twice. It was clear she needed to relieve her bowels once again. Once she cleaned up the paladin, Celica helped her to her feet. “Don’t worry, you can go ahead and use it now.” She told Mathilda, patting her diapered bottom. Celica turned to Sonya. “No, I won’t-!” the mage protested angrily, but Celica snatched her up in a flash, easily handling the mage and laying her out on the table. Sonya gasped and leaked a bit, rewetting the front of her panties. When did Celica become so strong? Had she been holding back when they made her use her diaper at the dungeon? The mage was left to poider this as Celica held her down with ease, stripping off her messy underwear and replacing it with a fresh, white diaper. This one had little flowers on it, and it made Sonya want to curl up in a ball and cry. She was going to have to walk around in this for the duration of their stay here!? “You can put me in this, but I won’t use it. You can’t do this!” the proud woman growled as Celica finished sealing up her diaper. “You know Sonya, I’m getting sick of your misbehavior. I think it’s time for some real punishment.” The princess nearly giggled in delight. To be honest, the mage’s skimpy clothing and…considerable assets made her a bit jealous, especially whenever she saw Alm looking at them. Even worse, she reminded Genny of her mother, and the mage had recently been taking more of a role in taking care of the cleric, a role which had been Celica’s. Let’s see her be a mother figure in a soiled diaper! Still holding the woman prone, Celica raised her hand, slapping it down hard. Once again her hand rose, and once again it fell. The loud sound of a spanking echoed through the tent, and Claire and Mathilda watched nervously. It didn’t take long before Sonya was crying tears of humiliation, accompanied by a loud hissing sound as she powerfully pissed her diaper, each impact making the flow increase in power, and force out a small fart. “Celica, stop please…please! No, I’m not a child, I can’t-noooooooooooo!” Sonya wailed in horror as she lost control of her bowels as well. The already yellowed material of her cute diaper darkened further as a wave of soft mush joined her pee stream, the back of the diaper expanding and sagging, her accident obvious to all. The sorceress lay there, sobbing and shitting, unable to believe what was happening to her. Claire watched in horror. As she watched Sonya break down, the proud noble felt her bladder give out in fear, the chilling thought of the same thing happening to her playing through her head. She began forcefully pissing her diaper the material sagging a bit and rapidly yellowing as she used her diaper like a scared little girl being threatened with a spanking. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. What would Gray say when he saw her like this? This was an affront to her rank and stature as a woman of court! But…Celica was the queen. The red haired priestess forced Sonya to her feet, leaving her standing with the other two. “Now, all three of you will need to come to me for a change. I’ve magically sealed your new protective garments on, so there will be no cheating. You will follow your agreement. Claire looked horrified, the realization dawning on her she would have no choice but to use this juvenile thing. Mathilda farted loudly, the paladin looking distraught at the command, but she realized there was no more point in holding it. Removing the hands tightly clenched to her bottom, the powerful blonde relaxed, letting out a soft moan of relief as she pushed a wave of solid log after solid log into her clean diaper. The garment sagged down, but it was relatively contained inside her armor, unlike Sonya’s which sagged well below her short skirt. The paladin blushed profusely, straightening up and composing herself as she continued to shit her diaper. “Good girl.” Celica told her. Turning to Sonja, she spoke again. “Since you’ve been a bad girl, all three of you are going to have to wait on a change now. I’ll see you tonight. Now, return to your normal duties.” The three girls, now sufficiently cowed, quickly fled the tent. A short while after they entered, three women emerged: two very embarrassed blondes staring forlornly at the puffy white garments they wore, and a very angry purple haired mage, whose bottom beneath the diaper showed spank marks thanks to her refusal to cooperate. Inside the tent, Celica stretched out on her bed, still in her messy garment. These girls were a real handful. Good training for being an actual mother, she supposed. And it had felt kind of good to use the thing herself, she admitted. Not as good as without it, but more discreet this way. Outside, she could hear Genny’s excited voice. “Sonja, you’re back! Oooh, what are you wearing, it looks cute.” “Don’t touch-“ came Sonya’s reply, cut off once again by Genny. “Ewww, its leaking! You peed on my hand! You’re even worse at holding it than Tatiana! Aww, it’s all messy on the back too already. Maybe Celica was right, you are a messy little girl who needed one of these.” “What, I’m not-stop touching it!” she heard Sonya shout, traces of fear and insecurity audible in the witch’s voice. Celica smiled, satisfied with the outcome. She did think these precautions were necessary for the dungeon, and those three would pay a little for their defiance. And as for Sonya…she couldn’t be blamed for a little revenge, could she? Sometimes it was good to be queen. She had certainly earned it.
  2. Oh this is pretty cool. The descriptions of embarrassment are good, big fans of those. The fear wetting in this part was nice, always a big fan of fear accidents especially in association to someone like Hemera who would be super embarrassed by it. Any plans on adding messing? There was a reference to mexican food at the start, and now she's lost control of her bodily functions.
  3. Lost in the land of echoes. Celica best girl, though Mathilda is fantastic and Claire and Sonja and Genny are pretty good. 

  4. Oh, I lost this in the threads for some reason, reappeared with new posts. Anyway, yes I'm still interested. 3, back up the two with the bat. Three one one shouldn't be toooo hard to win and we need to make a connection with somebody here to find out what's going on.
  5. Thanks! Celica is one of my favorites and now in new shiny modern form she needs more of this stuff of her :P I have a few more things in the works, and hopefully others will play and write some stuff as well.
  6. The site cares about post count, not word count. I have an old rp whose single pages count up to 50-75 pages of a pdf for each on site page.
  7. A Princess’s Journey (So, here’s a short Celica piece in honor of Echoes release. There will be at least one other, slightly darker piece likely but I’ll have to be convinced to put down Echoes again first.) It was time to set off. They would journey to the Temple of Mila, and discover what had gone wrong with the land. Celica clutched her small, golden dagger, looking a confident than she felt. The group headed towards the exit, a somewhat ragtag bunch. Celica was in the lead, beautiful white dress swishing as she walked. She looked pristine. Behind her, Mae followed, carrying a thunder tome and wearing an armored breastplate and only something that could barely be described as a skirt below it. It was liable to flash her cute pink underwear from the side with each step. Following behind her was Beoy, a white haired young man dressed in fine black clothes. Bringing up the rear was Genny, a girl dressed in the pure white robes of a traditional cleric. When they reached the area near the entrance, Celica paused. “Before we leave for good, you should all make sure to drink deeply of the holy fountains.” she told them. Moving over to one, she took a long drink, letting out a contented sound as she felt the shrine’s power fill her. The others followed suit, and the party exited a few minutes later, Celica looking considerably more confident. A few hours into their journey, however, the princess certainly didn’t feel nearly as confident. The holy water was taking its toll on her bladder, and she in desperate need of a stop. She couldn’t tell if Mae was in a similar predicament, the other girl engaged in a heated argument with Boey about the nature of birds. The discussion had been going on for at least half an hour, spurred by the presence of ravens watching them. Genny, on the other hand, looked like she was feeling it. She was even quieter than usual, sticking near the back of the group and fidgeting considerably. Soon enough, the group reached the graveyard they would have to pass through to press on. Looking around, Celica decided this might be a decent place to stop. There were large mausoleums and monuments that might make good places to take cover behind(seriously, how else do you explain 60% avoid increase. Dammit Gaiden.). “Let’s take a break here, alright? A few moments to rest our weary feet.” Celica told the others. “Really? In a graveyard?” Boey asked, looking around fearfully. “Oh don’t tell me you’re scared of terrors!” Mae scolded, smirking. “It’ll be fine. This place is just us and the dead.” Boey didn’t look convinced, but he nodded and made his way over to a relatively open space to sit down, trying to avoid gravestones. Mae turned towards one of the larger buildings, moving towards it. Turning back to Boey, she called, “And keep your eyes over there!” She rounded the corner of the building a moment later. Celica smiled slightly to herself. Leave it to Mae to break the ice. She glad to not have to go through the ordeal of trying to politely excuse herself. Sometimes it was nice to have someone so improper along. Genny moved up beside her, tugging on her sleave. “What is it Jenny?” she asked. “I..umm…I’ll be gone a bit.” the cleric told her, blushing slightly. Celica almost started to question further, but a long, low fart from the priestess answered her question. “Alright, got it.” she replied, grimacing a bit as the sound made her realize she could use that sort of relief as well, relatively soon. But there was no way she was doing that out here, she told herself. Meanwhile, Genny, blushing furiously, retreated the direction Mae had gone but a bit further back. A moment later, Celica hear a piercing scream from where Mae had gone. It took all of her willpower to not lose it then and there. A considerable burst of warmth stained her panties, but she managed to contain herself otherwise. Drawing her dagger, she looked over to Boey, who was already rising, tome in hand, and the pair raced around the corner of the large mausoleum. What they saw stopped both of them dead in their tracks. Mae was sat on her bottom, skirt spread around her, puddle rapidly forming beneath her. The source of her fear was quickly evident, the massive zombielike creature towering over her. It was taller than an average human with long, sharp claws. A terror! A hissing was audible as Mae continued to fearfully empty her bladder into her pink panties, soaking them completely through. Her splayed legs glistened with her release. Celica felt her own bladder give out a bit at the sight. A powerful burst of pee escaped her, saturating her white silk panties and a trickle escaping down her leg, the princess all too aware of the warm trail falling down her limb. But surely they could take on one terror? She had been much more confident in dealing with such threats in her conversation with the priest. She hadn’t had a real fight since…since she was a kid back in the village with Alm. Suddenly, there was another scream, and she looked around, searching for its source. It was a mistake. There were almost a dozen of the monsters, large, clawed horrifying things, rising up from the gravestones. A little ways from them, Genny was crouched behind a gravestone, dress lifted in the air. Celica had a perfect view of her innocent white panties turning brown at the back as a rapid flow of soft mess entered them at the sight of such a monster rising out of the grave in front of her. The cleric dropped her dress and scrambled backwards, the white material of that turning brown as well as she continued to fearfully push poo into her panties, a brown stain forming on the back of her dress. Looking around at all the foes, Celica was overcome by fright. The golden dagger fell from her hands, and she didn’t even notice as the trickle she was releasing turned into a waterfall. Her bladder swiftly released its stored up burned, pee cascading in a hundred trails down bother her legs, soaking her leggings and puddling beneath her. Just as her bowels began to follow suit and began to involuntarily push a log of poo into her panties, a call of “Fire!” rang out, Boey unleashing a furious barrage of magic. The sound snapped her out of it, and she clamped down on her body. Standing awkwardly with a log of poo halfway into her panties, she carefully bent down and picked up her golden dagger, drawing a fire tome with her other hand. The monster Boey hit didn’t seem dead yet, so she unleased her own blast of fire, channeling through the golden dagger. Under their combined assault, they felled the beast. But more were coming. Unfortunately, there was a side effect to magic: it drained your strength. As Celica unleashed another blast of fire, she could already feel her muscles being to weaken. A soft pfftt escaped her botton, then a slightly louder one, this one accompanied by the log fully slipping into her panties, sagging them a bit. Celica didn’t have time to worry about that, however, and it made it a bit easier to keep control of her bowels now that the log was fully released, even if it did leave her with soiled panties. I just shit myself! What kind of princess shits herself? If the situation wasn’t so dire, Celica might have paused to consider the problem further, but more monsters were upon them. The three mages slowly retreated backwards, circling around Genny. The cleric worked hard, staff flashing with magic again and again as she kept the trio healed, both from stray blows from the monsters and from the negative effects of their own magic. Very often farts were audible from Mae as she continued to cast, thunder and lightning crackling across the battlefield. A powerful hissing came from behind Celica, and she knew Genny had lost the battle against her own bladder, the strain of constantly channeling healing magic taking its toll. But they were winning. The enemies numbers were few, but a large monster, the size of an ogre, was rushing at them now. Genny let out a shriek of fear and a short hiss of releasing urine as it charged. Celica summoned up the energy to cast another spell as it charged, but paused as her stomach dropped. She could barely hold the renewed pressure, and she realized that if she cast this spell she would definitely shit herself. Not just the slight accident she had now, full blown couldn’t hold it soiled her panties beyond recovery shit herself. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wasn’t some little girl. Dropping her fire tome, she leaped forward to engage the giant monster as electricity arced out from Mae and fire lashed out from Boey, the male mage cleaning up the last of the smaller monsters. The red haired warrior priestess slammed the golden dagger into the things eye with an impressive leap. Between the lightning and the dagger, it tumbled back a bit, but kept coming. Its huge hand snatched Celica up, tearing the dagger from her grasp and leaving it embedded in the monsters head. Squeezing Celica in its massive hand, it looked down at her with its horrific visage and let out a piercing shriek, its maw bending down almost as if to bite her head off. Celica returned a scream of her own, closing her eyes and praying. “Mila please!” she cried fearfully. Her hold on her bowels vanished as fear completely overtook her, and with a loud bllpptt her panties rapidly expanded, firm log after firm logging pushing their way out of her and testing the capacity of her garment. “Celica!” Mae shouted, helplessly continuing her barrage of lightning. Her eyes caught on the golden dagger embedded in the beast, and she focused all her power, channeling a massive amount of lightning into the magic conductive dagger like a lightning rod. She could feel her muscles trembling, then failing as she channeled so much energy, and with a series of rude noises her bowels followed suit to Celicas. The mage’s pink panties were swamped with liquid mess, the gooey substance running down the back of her exposed legs and thoroughly staining them as she released a massive amount of diarrhea that her panties had no hope to contain. The dagger exploded with energy, and the massive terror’s head followed suit, exploding in a brilliant display of magical energy. Its hand holding Celica fell limp, and the princess fell backwards, landing with an off and a squish on her messy bottom, wincing as the mess squished about. She couldn’t believe she had shit herself like this! What would Mycen think!? What would Alm think!? Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her. “Thank Mila you’re safe.” Genny said quietly, hugging Celica tightly from behind. Beside them, Mae completely collapsed, right in Boeys arms. The male mage had no trouble catching her, a slight grin on his face. There was a bit of awkward silence, but Boey broke it with a comment that earned him an elbow jab from Mae and a giggle from Celica, despite the circumstances. “And you were the one making fun of me for being scared of terrors.” the mage said with distain, looking down at the messy mage in his arms.
  8. 3, redheaded revolutionaries are perhaps the most bloper of characters
  9. Aaaaa, finally commenting. That story was awesome Faust, some fear and despration accidents in there and an excellent bonding scene at the end. Amazing work. Also, not entirely sure what is being voted on, but I definitely put a vote towards rainycharacters messing. Also for those of you worried about it, Rainy wouldn't offer his characters to such a thing if he wasn't okay with scenarios like this, just because he only writes weirdo alliance stuff where no one ever actually has accidents doesn't mean he doesn't acknowledge that possibility :P
  10. Tharja tease, Faye starting to fall for the superior attraction of a fire emblem avatar unit. A good part start, hinting at things to come.
  11. While I usually don't think of people in an interactive story on this site too early for such things, I am not particularly interested in either for that spot. Mentorship doens't sound too appealing, and Minah seems like a more enjoyable character as a friend, so I would say C for her. I am not sure much about Theodora right now, but I do think we've already gone down a slightly more casual path with her and as a pair of professionals I don't really think B is an appropriate step back. So I'll say "A" for her.
  12. I'll submit a one shot request. (Assuming I can snag the whitewings from the FE story?) Characters: Minerva, Palla, Catria, Est Plot: The Whitewings decide they've had enough of being the only ones having accidents, and decide to drug Minerva's pre-battle drink so she will have an accident too. Unfortunately, this doesn't stop them from wetting and messing themselves during the fight, and Minerva manages to hold it despite their efforts. So when they return, they decide to wait until their commander's armor comes off before jumping her and forcing her to soil her panties after all. Could devolve into something lewder there, but that is up to you and might take it longer than you want a one shot to go. Tags: Messing, Yuri? Rating: Naughty or Vulgar depending, I guess
  13. 1, lewding the loli is not friendly
  14. Yay, all around desperation and wetting. Extended Catria desperation is great. Faye escalating to wetting too.