KitoKitoKito

It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!

Hello everyone! This is a story that someone recently commissioned me to write, in which two male characters from the series "Yowamushi Pedal" meet up for one last bike ride before they both head off to college, those characters being Toudou and Makishima! However, during the race, one of them realizes they probably shouldn't have drunk so much before beginning! The characters in this story are 18+, and it takes place well after the events of the main anime/manga! If you enjoy the story, consider commissioning me - you can get more info about my rates and what I will/won't do by simply emailing me: [email protected] ! If you enjoy this, also consider checking out my Patreon for more kinky stories: https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true Enjoy the story! “Maki-chan!” Toudou waved confidently to Makishima as he approached, a bold, confident smile on his face. He sat on his back, leaning back a little, one hand on the handlebars and the other in the air, waving. His helmet was strapped on tight, his water bottle full and ready to go, a few bottles of Gatorade he had drunk while he waited sitting in the trash can to his side. He couldn’t believe it - Makishima actually said yes! He always felt that their high school rivalry had been the highlight of his life as a biker, and he was extremely excited to get one more race in before the two went off to college. Neither was quite sure if their paths would cross again, but that wasn’t a big deal - they’d figure something out along those lines, it didn’t need to happen right now. Makishima hopped out of the car, opening the trunk to remove his bike, which had just barely fit. He had been driven by someone else, perhaps a relative or friend, not that it matters - all that was on either of their minds were each other and the race ahead of them. He gave a nod to the driver, who soon drove away, leaving the two together at the base of the hill. It was the evening, 7 pm. The sun would begin to set soon, but hopefully, their race would end before it was gone - neither of them were interested in riding in the darkness. Makishima smiled back at Toudou, something he always struggled to do, but in Toudou’s presence, he noticed it had become a little easier. He wasn’t quite sure why, but something about that biker was special to him - special to him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “Evening, Toudou,” he said, attempting to maintain some calm professionalism to his aura as he clicked on his helmet. Both wore their high school uniforms, something they hadn’t agreed to do necessarily, but something they had both involuntarily done - they were on the same wavelength in this way, each one knew how to make this last race special. “Come on, come on, Maki-chan! Don’t make me wait, I want to get this thing started before the sun sets!” Makishima smirked as he walked up to the bottom of the hill, a long, steep climb ahead of them. They were both climbers, bikers who specialized in hills such as this one, with specially made techniques to cover ground efficiently and quickly. “Yeah, yeah, calm down, we’ll be fine,” he said, the strands of his green hair sticking out of the bottom of his helmet blowing in the slight breeze. Jinpachi watched him staring at that hill with such confidence, thinking about how awkward he was when they first met. To them, biking was the only way they could really communicate - both had their personality quirks, but this sport brought them together. However, Jinpachi was finding it hard to focus as he looked at Makishima. The confident smirk on his face, the bold concentration in his eyes, the way his hair flowed in the breeze, all of it was so weirdly enrapturing to him. The sun was still shining, though it was nearing the horizon, and yet, the way it came through the trees lining this long street seemed to highlight his Maki-chan so perfectly. Wait, his Maki-chan? He felt himself blushing a bit - what was he thinking? This was just a race between rivals, nothing more, and yet, his heart was beginning to race more than his bike would soon be. What kind of thoughts about Makishima were hiding in his- “Toudou.” Jinpachi snapped out of it, shaking his head and blinking hard, his face being covered in an embarrassed blush. Makishima stared at him with confusion. “What’s wrong with you?” “O-oh, um, nothing,” Jinpachi said, attempting to regain his confidence. “Just, uh, the summer heat is getting to me. Better stay hydrated!” He took his water bottle out of his bike and took multiple gulps, smiling afterward, managing to cover up his embarrassment with his bravado facade. He slipped the water bottle back in and placed both hands on the handlebars, placing his left foot on the pedal. He turned his gaze to the steep climb ahead of him and steeled his resolve to succeed… and suddenly, he felt a bit of pressure on his bladder. He looked down for just a moment - maybe he had drank a little too much? But he couldn’t back out now - if he stopped to use the bathroom, it would dampen the resolve they both felt from the challenge before them. “You ready, Maki-chan?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, hairband,” he responded, leaning forward on his bike, putting his right foot on the pedal. He knew Toudou fairly well from their years of rivalry, however, their techniques were opposites in nature - he had a feeling Jinpachi wanted to prove that his way of doing it was better than Makishima’s, and he had no inclination of letting that happen. “Hey, I have an idea - how about the loser buys lunch tomorrow?” Toudou’s blush returned just a little bit, turning his head to the left enough that Makishima wouldn’t see, even though the green-haired climber’s gaze was set solely on that hill. Did he just ask him out on a date? But wasn’t this bicycle ride already sort of a date? Did he already want another one? Was he looking too far into this? Wait, did this mean- no, no, focus, focus. “Y-you’re on!” He stuttered a tad bit, but if Makishima noticed, he didn’t show it. “Let’s count down from three and we’ll start on ‘go.’” Maki licked his lips, setting his sights on the top of the hill. “Alright, let’s do this!” The two counted in unison, both leaning over their handlebars, gears set to the optimal climbing position. “Three. Two. One. Go!” Immediately, they both pounded onto their pedals and began to accelerate up the hill! It was a slow acceleration at first, leaves from the green trees around them falling with the wind onto the street, setting the scene for an incredible race. This route had multiple winding turns which would be pivotal for the riders to take the lead - this would be an intimidating route for anyone else, but these two climbers knew this street like the back of their hands; they had both been racing here from the beginning. As they got into the flow of their biking, Makishima switched his gears - it was time to get serious! His blood pumped hard through his veins, his heart racing, his legs screaming with familiar pain, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he shouted, “Hope you like the sight of my back, cause you’re going to be staring at it this whole race! See you at the top!” He lifted his ass into the air and began to pedal much harder, and, suddenly, his aura intensified immensely. He began to tilt his bicycle back and forth, the frame getting incredibly close to the ground, back and forth, back and forth, and soon enough, he was swaying, moving rhythmically to music only he could hear, a tempo like that sounded like a spider’s legs tapping on the metal frame of his bike. Jinpachi watched in awe - he had never really admired Maki-chan’s incredible technique this way before, but it was honestly stunning. He really did look just like a peak spider. He opened his mouth involuntarily as Makishima picked up speed and quickly soared ahead, climbing that mountain like it was nothing. However, another feature of the incredible move soon stood out to Jinpachi, another feature that reminded him of a spider, something completely separate from his long, thin, graceful limbs, his beautiful, shining hair, the awkward confidence he exuded with his whole body, the incredible aura showing in his climb! It was his ass. Jinpachi raised one of his gloved hands to his face, bit into the leather, and screamed a little, using the leather to muffle it almost completely. Makishima didn’t hear a bit of it over the sound of his riding and the muffle, thank God. Jinpachi’s face was completely red - it was so amazing, how had he never noticed this before!? It was tight and big, his glutes looking like smooth cinder blocks, he was entranced, he felt jealous of that smooth leather bicycle seat. He clenched his teeth and tilted his head back, groaning - he had to focus, he had to focus! He wanted to win this. It wasn’t about the rivalry anymore - he couldn’t deny it, this was now about love! He was going to pass Makishima, leave him in the fucking dirt, and when that beautiful green-haired spider boy made it up to the top, he was going to see Jinpachi’s teeth gleaming, the sun setting behind him, cherry blossoms falling gently in the breeze, and Jinpachi was going to smile, make some snide, cocky, but still friendly remark about his victory, and then confess his love for his opponent, proving his dominance! He would speak with his bike now, speak with his mouth later, and then have a very intimate conversation with Makishima’s ass tomorrow after lunch! He set his sight back to the hill and began to focus, breathing in and out. Maki-chan was getting further away - it was time to step it up. He felt his breath flowing throughout his body, his limbs each beginning to move on their own, the natural muscle reflex he had built up through years of perfecting his technique taking over as he began to pedal with the proficiency of a master. He felt everything disappear around him except for the road, Maki-chan, and himself. Every sensation on his body intensified, the direction of the breeze, the sound of his bike and Maki’s, the smell of his own sweat, the pressure that was slowly getting worse in his bladder- He found himself interrupted, not losing the flow he was getting into. However, something was going to have to change. His bladder was pushing against him far harder than he expected; that little pressure was now becoming much bigger, and it was starting to hurt, his body was begging for him to release it. He considered for just a moment asking Makishima to pull over so he could get it out, but that wasn’t going to happen - he couldn’t interrupt their race, their date, this needed to be perfect! He would push through it! He breathed in, and breathed out, feeling himself becoming one with the bike. Slowly, all sound he made began to fade, replaced by utter silence as he achieved perfect form. This was it - this was his sleeping beauty silent technique! Makishima’s distant figure soon came closer and closer as Jinpachi caught up, the spider still making his perfect strides with no regard for the ninja approaching him from behind, and like the wind, Jinpachi suddenly flew past the spider, taking one glance at his ass, high in the sky, wiggling just as he was, using that sight as motivation to push farther as he strode past Maki-chan. He met Maki’s eyes for just a moment. Jinpachi’s gaze was full of that bold confidence, a confident, pretty smirk on his face. Makishima’s eyes showed surprise for only that one quick moment - he should’ve seen that coming. Jinpachi wasn’t so easy that he would fall behind in the beginning and stay there the whole time. Jinpachi pulled ahead, rushing past the spider, causing Makishima to sway more, pedal harder, slowly accelerating to conserve the pace he needed to climb this hill while still gaining enough speed to make Jinpachi eat his fucking ass - dust, dust, eat his dust. However, something was a little different in the ninja’s usually perfect, impeccable technique. His legs were just a little bit too spread apart, and his ass, stuck up in the air just a little off his seat, was wiggling in the most bizarre way. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed with recognition - there was no chance that was happening right before his eyes, but… was it really? He licked his lips as a blush formed across his face. Jinpachi was desperate. His bladder was full, and it was hurting him. The little imperfections were all he needed to see. He would never admit it to anyone, but Maki happened to have a fascination with the specific sight of a cute boy with a full bladder, and the loss of control over it that soon followed. This kink had prevented him from pursuing any serious relationships in his life - it was something he knew he would need to share with his partner, but such a dirty idea was frowned upon by almost everyone else who could be considered more of a “normal” person. And yet, here it was, right in front of him, the scenario he had spent hours browsing on Omorashi.net actually playing out before his very eyes. He had never thought much about Jinpachi as a potential partner, but seeing him like this, his incredible qualities became very clear. His muscles seemed to glisten in the quickly fading sunlight, his incredible confidence and cheerful, competitive nature made his heart race, not to mention the wiggle of his ass highlighted its great features. Jinpachi had always been a rival to him, but now, as his mind started to fog up with horny thoughts, combined with the pain from how he exerted himself on his bike, he was seeing him as more of a potential lover. He could already imagine the little leak beginning. He bit his lip. Maybe he should suggest they pull over and let him go? It would be the nice thing to do, right? No, no, no - Jinpachi wouldn’t want that. He’d want to keep pushing. If he needed to pull over, he’d say so. This was his main reasoning, but Makishima couldn’t deny the part of him that hoped he’d empty his bladder out while sitting on his bike. Makishima watched with lustful eyes as Jinpachi continued to ride silently, his cute ass wiggling, that apparent desperation driving the horny biker insane. He shook his head - he couldn’t let his horny thoughts distract him from his goal! He pedaled harder and swayed faster, accelerating slowly, eventually catching up to Jinpachi, ending up right next to him as they both climbed. Jinpachi turned to him as he approached, accelerating as well, both bikers keeping the same pace. The desperate biker squirmed as he rode, his cocky smile still remaining, although it was wavering a bit - his bladder was really pushing hard against him now. They had passed the halfway point by now, but he wasn’t sure if he could make it to the top like this. Nonetheless, he chose to keep the confident facade up as he turned to Makishima. “You really think you can beat me on my home turf? I always come first on this hill!” Makishima smirked, a dirty thought forming in his head. He found himself wanting to make this rivalry into something more than just that. Usually, he would keep such comments as the one he was about to make to himself, as he was far too awkward to utter them normally, but a little joke wouldn’t hurt this at all, surely. “Come first? That’s pretty selfish, hairband - I can think of a few scenarios in which I wouldn’t mind coming second.” Jinpachi’s face was covered in a blush - what the hell was that?! He had never expected Maki-chan to say something so bold, so suggestive! “M-Maki, Maki-chan, I never thought you had such a dirty mind!” Makishima felt his mouth begin to move before he could even register what he was going to say. “I have a much more dirty mind than you might think, Toudou, and it’s been quite active this whole race.” Why did he say that?! The fatigue of this intense race was clearly stopping him from thinking logically before he spoke! Jinpachi almost ran straight into a wall, barely making a turn, so dumbfounded by Maki’s brashness. He quickly came up with a response, trying to match Maki’s energy. “Don’t get too excited - I know we all call you a spider, but that doesn’t mean you should be making webs while you race!” He was, admittedly, very, very flustered by Makishima’s dirty flirting, but he was trying his best not to show it. Makishima laughed, gaining confidence as he watched Jinpachi’s face redden, his lip quivering. “Don’t worry, I won’t make any webs, but you should be careful too - it’s getting pretty obvious you’re on the verge of producing a different kind of substance down there.” “W-w-wha- I-I’m fine, I can hold it! A rider like me wouldn’t let such a thing stop him!” He could practically feel steam coming out of his ears, his face feeling extremely hot. This wasn’t how their conversations used to go - what happened to the cute and awkward Makishima? Why was he so horny all of the sudden? And why was it making Jinpachi thirsty for him!? Makishima laughed once again, moving closer to Jinpachi, putting his bike right next to his and whispering in his ear. “We’ll see about that, my little puppy.” He then accelerated extremely fast. His entire body, brain and mouth included, was now on autopilot. That last line was taken straight from the search history he cleared every night - he couldn’t believe he actually said it! Part of the reason he pulled forward was to escape any possible retort or reaction in general to such a statement, though it was mainly to hide his own reaction, or, rather, erection - his boner was unmistakable through his pants! He stuck his ass in the air and rode like his life depended on it. “A-a-w-wha-” Jinpachi stuttered, his form interrupted as he tried to process what he just heard. Did Makishima just call him his puppy!? He couldn’t even begin to register what that was supposed to mean, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to accept the fact that he loved it immensely. He could feel his underwear get just a little sticky, and his bladder getting far, far more annoying - he felt like he was a water balloon being filled up way too much, on the verge of losing it. For just a moment, he lost a little control, and he felt just a little wetness on his underwear as a small bit of piss trickled out! He tensed his muscles and managed to keep it in, but it was clear that he wouldn’t make it much longer. He pedaled harder as the sun began to set ahead of him, regaining his perfect technique and soon catching up to Makishima, getting right behind him as the end suddenly came into sight! Jinpachi managed to get side by side with the spider, and the two met eyes, both filled with determination, and immediately, they both began to push harder than ever! Jinpachi became so silent not a single bit of his bike could be heard, absolutely perfect in his execution, even forcing his body to work just as he intended for it to as though he was not desperate to piss at all - he brought his legs in, resisted the urge to grab his crotch to hold it, and pushed forward! He could go when he made it to the top, it would be fine, what mattered now is that he won! Makishima pushed too, swaying as fast as he could, truly looking just like a peak spider, putting everything he could into his technique! He had to win this - he was going to leave Toudou so in shock from his defeat that he would lose control of his body, empty his bladder out into his clothes, fall down to his knees in front of Makishima, and- Maki began to yell, partially to drown out his own thoughts, mostly as a part of pushing himself that last little bit, putting more into his stride than he ever had before! Jinpachi followed his lead, also yelling, both pedaling as hard as they ever had! Finally, the two crossed the finish line, both at exactly the same time - it was a tie! They each turned their bikes sideways, screeching to a halt at the top of the hill. It was nighttime now, and it had gotten dark. Streetlamps illuminated them both in a warm, yellow glow as they both stood on their bikes, panting, sweat dripping down their faces and covering their bodies. This was the hardest either had ever biked - it was incredible what horniness could do to one’s adrenaline. Makishima undid his helmet, putting it on his handle by the strap, putting his kick stand down and throwing his leg over his bike to get off. He spoke, “Good race, Toudou, but it looks like we’re right back where we started - just another tie. We can race again this summer, if you want; I honestly had a lot of fun, I wouldn’t mind-” He looked over to Jinpachi, who was still on his bike, and was squirming quite badly, with one hand holding his crotch. Makishima immediately shut up - was it really going to happen!? He watched as Jinpachi suddenly seemed to stiffen for a moment, then sighed, removing his hand, his whole body relaxing all at once. Maki watched in shock as Toudou’s blue shorts slowly began to turn a darker shade, listening to the very, very faint trickle of urine. Jinpachi shivered in relief as that wet spot slowly grew and grew, and then, piss began to trickle right out, right onto his bike seat. It pooled on the black leather and soon began to fall onto his metal frame, pittering off, some of it bouncing onto his white socks and leaving yellow spots, most just falling onto the road. It soon increased in intensity, and eventually, it was just a waterfall. Jinpachi leaned back, covering his face in shame, more red than he had been that whole time, a puddle of piss forming below his bike. His underwear and shorts were both absolutely drenched. Some of it ran down his legs and made his socks damp, leaving streaks of wet piss on his muscled legs. It was so warm, it was almost comfortable! Eventually, it ended, the last few drops making their way out, leaving him as a wet mess at the top of the hill. “W-woah,” Makishima stuttered, face red - he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. It was literally his dream come true - a cute boy, once his rival, now his crush, had just lost control of his bladder right in front of him, not to mention it was in a bike uniform, and on his bike, too - it was like the two worlds of Makishima’s life had collided into one incredible, dream-like scenario. Jinpachi was actually adorable - he looked like a sad puppy in his soaked clothes, and his shame just made him so much cuter! “I-I, um,” Jinpachi struggled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His confidence was shattered, leaking out just as his urine had. Cherry blossoms fluttered down from the trees above them, falling to the ground, some landing in his piss puddle. The smell wasn’t too strong, since the piss was so water-diluted, but it was still there. “I- I’m, um, I, I-” Makishima walked over to Jinpachi and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He was still incredibly awkward, but he had a feeling that touch would help bring him out of his stupor. “Hey, man, no need to have such a piss-poor attitude. Don’t worry - you’re not the only one who just wet themselves, although mine wasn’t quite with piss.” Jinpachi looked at Makishima in the eyes, at his own little blush and his cheerful smile, and he chuckled, still blushing hard, but feeling a bit better. “Did this really turn you on that much? I never realized you were into such freaky things, spider.” “I can get quite a lot freakier, believe it or not,” Makishima said, smirking. “Come on, we should get you cleaned up - you can come back to my place, it’s just nearby. I don’t think my parents are home, so it should be fine.” Makishima walked back to his bike and hopped on it, strapping his helmet back on. Jinpachi looked in his direction, his heart still racing, and, without thinking, shouted, “Wait!” Makishima looked back with a confused gaze as Jinpachi hopped off his bike and came over to him, leaving drops of piss on the street. “I- um, I know I’m not in the best condition for this, but… Look, I, I really like you, Makishima. Ever since I first saw you and we raced, you’ve been on my mind constantly, and I, well, I- I love you.” He struggled to get out the last words - he likely would’ve chickened out if he wasn’t still a little dizzy from the biking. “Um, do you feel the same?” Makishima’s mouth opened in awe, then closed it, regaining his focus as he processed what he just heard. A warm smile spread across his face. “How’s this for an answer?” He took Jinpachi’s chin in his hand and pulled him close, kissing him right on the lips, just a small peck, closing his eyes and taking in the moment. Jinpachi tasted so sweet. Jinpachi now opened his mouth in awe as he stared at Makishima. This couldn’t be real… could it!? “Wait, you, you really feel the same way?” Makishima nodded, the same warm smile on his face. He displayed confidence and bravado on the outside, but on the inside, his heart was racing with joy. “Come on, let’s go back to my house and clean up. Maybe afterward we can… cuddle a bit, or something.” Jinpachi nodded happily, smiling, bringing the puppy image back into Makashima’s mind as he ran over to his bike and hopped on. “Let’s go! I’ll race you, last one there is little spoon!” Makashima buckled his helmet on and prepared to ride as Jinpachi did the same. “There’s the confidence I know you for!” The two began to ride, disappearing into the darkness, spending that night together and soon forming a happy relationship together, one in which Makashima was able to explore his freakier side with a partner who was able to share his tastes. However, they still spoke closest when racing each other, and they continued to trade wins on different hills, always having a great time together. Their bond, forged in sweat and blood, would not be broken by a little distance during college - the two were truly happy.

Hi hi! This is a story someone commissioned from me about Holo from Spice and Wolf. Hope you enjoy! If you like it, do consider commissioning me - My rates are $0.025 per word, and I can do almost any kink! Email me at [email protected] if you’re interested. The more extreme, the better - I’ve even written about (and enjoyed) toilet slavery and castration~ If you want to know the details of what was requested of me, check out the last paragraph - I can write things that are very different from this! Hope you enjoy~ -KitoKitoKito —---- It had been a long day of travel for the both of them, heading straight through two different cities to get here. The exhaustion of the movement was further elevated by the lack of sleep both had gotten the night prior - the inn they stayed at had a party going the entire night. Apparently, that was why they got such a great deal. The trading would have to wait until tomorrow - Kraft needed to be at his best to get a good deal out of the spices. “This inn looks good. We’ll get to sleep early and take care of the spices in the morning.” Holo just nodded her head, too drowsy to give much of another response. As soon as the innkeeper handed Kraft the key, he began walking up, Holo following close behind. As she did so, she smelled the cloak she was wearing over top of her and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She then sniffed at Kraft’s back and had the same reaction - both of them smelled horrible. They hadn’t changed clothes from the night before and it showed. “You really need to clean out outfits,” Holo said as Kraft turned the key in the door. “We both smell terrible.” Kraft lifted a small bit of his own shirt up to his nose and sniffed it. “It isn’t that bad. I’m tired, let’s just clean them in the morning.” He dumped his bags at the foot of one of the beds. Holo immediately responded by sitting on said bed. “I refuse to let you sleep until you clean them. Have you forgotten my heightened sense of smell? This is unbearable.” Kraft sighed. “Fine. Give me your clothes. If I’m going to clean, I’m taking the spare outfits with me as well - those need to be washed too.” He dug into his bags and pulled out a few sets of clothes, then emptied the other contents out onto his bed - just basic hygiene supplies. Holo smiled. “Good. Also, try to find an apple or something to eat while you are out there.” Kraft rolled his eyes and faced the wall as Holo removed her clothing, handing it all to him in a messy pile. He took it with his eyes closed and exited the room, carrying it all in the bag he emptied out. “Be quick.” As soon as Kraft closed the door, Holo took a second to stare at it, realizing her mistake. They had only made one stop near the beginning of the journey, and Holo hadn’t even used the bathroom during it. She considered shouting at him from the door, but decided against it - no need to have the whole inn know about her issue. She opened the door a tad and looked to see if the bathroom was nearby. There was one, but it was all the way down the hall, past a multitude of other rooms, and multiple other guests were moving around. She wouldn’t be able to sneak over naked. She closed the door and thought about what she should do. She looked through the rest of the bags - no clothes at all, Kraft had taken everything. She considered using the bags as covering, but quickly dismissed the idea - no way that would work. Her only option was to wait. She laid in her bed, holding her tail against her pussy to keep it in - she didn’t need to go that badly, it wouldn’t be super difficult to wait. And soon, an hour had passed, and Kraft still hadn’t returned. There was no way it would take him this long, she thought to herself. In truth, Kraft had fallen asleep by the fire where he was warming the clothes, and he wouldn’t be waking up for a long time. Holo didn’t know this of course, but she could guess that something like that had happened. She stood up, holding her legs together and squirming. This was humiliating - she wouldn’t be forced to push her body in this way. She was going to let it out, even if she had to do it in their room. And since it was Kraft’s fault, he could deal with the consequences. She got onto the bed he had claimed, kneeling on top of it, and released her bladder. She let out a sigh of relief as the golden piss began to fall in a stream between her legs. Better to piss on the bed so it would just soak it up instead of having to clean up the floor, right? It dampened the sheets, turning them from white to yellow, slowly spreading out the soaked spot more and more until a puddle of urine began to form on it. It was a slow, steady stream - she didn’t see any need to force it out. Some of it trickled down her legs, making her shiver - it was an unpleasant sensation, but whatever. At some point, a stream running down her legs diverted to her tail, and she quickly lifted it up to keep it from getting soaked. The stream kept coming and coming - she had been holding for a long time. She eventually climbed off the bed and just started to piss straight on the ground - she wasn’t so cruel as to leave such a huge puddle of piss on Kraft’s bed. As she did so, another puddle of it began to form on the ground, the steady stream hissing as the puddle soaked the underside of some of Kraft’s bags. Some of it fell between the cracks in the floorboards, dripping into another room below her, causing the guests staying there to be confused and bewildered at the yellow liquid dripping on their beds. Eventually, the stream turned into just a few drops, and the well ran dry. Holo sighed in relief once again, grabbing a blanket off the bed to first wipe her privates and her legs off, then clean up the floor. She had no idea how full her bladder really was, but she didn’t care that much - Kraft wouldn’t even need his bed at this rate, he’s getting enough sleep down there. She threw the blanket back onto his bed and fell onto her own, falling asleep before even bothering to cover herself with her own blankets. Needless to say, Kraft was very confused the next morning. —------- Thanks for reading the story, I really hope you enjoyed it! The request was Holo not being super embarrassed about peeing, more seeing it as just something she had to do. The one who commissioned me was pretty specific about what they did and didn’t want, which is completely fine - I knew exactly what to write for them 😄 Although I’m also happy to work without restrictions; I have a few times and my customers were definitely happy. Again, if you’re interested, email me at [email protected] for more info!

Quick update to this: The commission price will range from $0.02-$0.04 per word depending on a few things, like how extreme what I'm writing is, how difficult I think it'll be to write, and how much I understand the kinks you'd like me to write about.

Hi! I'm KitoKitoKito, a freelance writer. I've been writing for my whole life and roleplaying with great literacy, though I've only recently began my foray into the world of kinky writing. If you'd like to commission me, I'll charge you based on word count. I do $0.02 per word, though I can occasionally give a discount if our kinks line up especially well and I'm enjoying writing the story a lot. My email is [email protected] , email me with the details of what kind of story you want if you'd like to commission me! I will almost certainly be up to write it. I will do almost any kink besides anything involving children. I'm personally into very extreme kinks myself and am very happy to write about anything, especially if your kink has very little content made for it - I can relate to you a lot there. Kinks I can write very well (mostly because I'm into them): Scat Piss/watersports Toilet slavery Omorashi (desperation and wetting!) Cock and ball torture Sadism/masochism Femdom Pet play Degradation Emotional torture/emotional sadism and masochism I will write almost any other kink still and do my best to make it work, but the above are your best bet! I can write from a dom or sub point of view, and I can write in the first, second, or third person! Examples of some types of things I can write: Self-inserts of your character in fictional settings, including any fandom at all! I can also write about pre-existing characters! Science-fiction or fantasy elements being used to add to the story Anything realistic or especially anything unrealistic, such as a bladder spilling out gallons of piss, a contraption elaborately designed to make you into a toilet with many functions, or any humanoid characters! Furries! Futanaris! Just email me at [email protected] to let me know what you're interested in! If you'd like a sample, just email me and I'll send you one! I am also happy to do ghostwriting, meaning you can take my story and claim it as your own! I will let you know how many other stories I need to write before yours; If you want to be pushed to the start of the queue, that'll cost an additional $5!