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  2. Jacqi Lantern

    female Bleach: Kuchiki Rukia

    Stupid physical body. How does anybody get anything done like this? Kuchiki Rukia, petite, black haired school girl, walked along the streets of Karakura Town alone in the early morning, wholly unremarkable as a girl on her way to school. Dressed in a white button up with grey skirt and blazer, with a bow tied off around her collar, she was obviously headed to Karakura High, the public school down the road a few miles. Just a normal teen on her way to a normal school. The only reason that anybody would even spare a second glance her way is the quite...peculiar gait that she had while she was walking. See, Rukia was anything besides a normal high school girl. To begin with, she had already lived for far longer than any human could ever hope to, roughly 10 normal human lifetimes all rolled up into one slender little body. Up until this day, a keeper of life and death and a sentinel of the world's natural order, Rukia had acted as a Soul Reaper, one charged with seeking out human souls with the intention of ferrying them to the afterlife via ritual, and one to strike down evil spirits that would devour those souls for a meal. That had been her job, her place in the natural order...but that order had been disrupted. Disrupted by one orange-haired young man who showed a foolhardy determination to save his family from a Hollow's attack. It wasn't a solemn affair by any means, but Ichigo Kurosaki had taken on her powers for the time. A human with such immense spiritual pressure that he was able to break through a Kido by sheer willpower alone, rushed in to save the day when a hollow attacked his family, only to need to be rescued by Rukia herself. Taking a crushing blow, the squat soul reaper was left unable to fight, and took the only option left to her. Choosing to impart a portion of her power onto Ichigo, with the intent of letting him fend off the hollow, then keeping him on a leash until her powers naturally flowed out of him and back to her, instead, nearly all of her spiritual energy was sucked from her body and imparted upon the teenager. So now, Rukia lacked the power to return to the Soul Society, as well as the power to continue her duties uninhibited. She had performed a criminal act by imparting her powers upon Ichigo, an act that she had intended to keep quiet, but now she had to sell that she was recovering from an injury to her squad captain. She would still be able to continue her duties, but had to refrain from returning for debriefing. Luckily, it was an easy sell, due to Ukitake and Aizen's charitable disposition at the time. But she could hardly inhabit the spirit world safely with a lack of powers. She needed a shell to inhabit, to recuperate in. Luck seemed to remain on her side, relatively speaking, when she was directed to a small shop run from a derelict and ancient looking building. The owner was quite perceptive of her plight, and offered her a Gigai to recuperate in. A temporary body that would take on her own physical attributes and allow her to inhabit the relatively safe human world. This way she could avoid being targeted by hollows in her weakened state. In the mean time, she would have to blend in with humans, and she had just the identity in mind. She was going to assume the identity of a high school girl that attended the same high school as one Ichigo Kurosaki, and the boy would act in her stead as a Shinigami until her powers returned to her. It was a simple task to acquire a uniform from the school, and Urahara, the shopkeeper, did a part in helping her establish an identity within Karakura High School as a transfer student However... Artificial body or no, a Gigai needed to sustain itself on the same things a human body did. Food, water, exercise and sleep. Basic things, yes, but things that Rukia had lived without for hundreds upon hundreds of years. As such, it was unfamiliar to feel the pangs of hunger settle into her stomach the first night she spent in her Gigai. Being told that water was the most important thing of all for her new body, she had made sure to drink plenty of it, having a glass before bed, once during the night when she had woken up to eat a small snack, then again when she woke up. Generously, Urahara had allowed her to sleep in his shop the first night, but now she was on her own to find a place... or more urgently...a toilet. Perhaps due to her lack of familiarity with having such a need anymore, or to the relatively...diminutive stature of her newly-human body, Rukia's bladder had filled to near capacity with the plentiful amounts of water she'd been drinking. Not used to the sensation, her Gigai hadn't even alerted her to the situation until it had become somewhat urgent to address. With a small bulge in her abdomen, barely visible under her blazer and the waist of her skirt, the many-yeared High-Schooler waddled down the street with her thighs pressed together, her knees slightly bent inward as she moved, intent to keep up some semblance of dignity while her mind raced for a solution to the issue at hand. I'd forgotten what this felt like...and how urgent it can be. Damn! I don't know any of the modern customs for something like this. Surely I can't ask a resident to use theirs? or...maybe a shop? Would they even have one? I don't remember! Agh! This is so bad! Coming to a set of train tracks with the safety beam lowered, Rukia couldn't even bare to stand still, having to bounce on her heels and lift her leg up in place, huffing through her nose as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I haven't walked the streets of the human world since the feudal era! How am I supposed to know about the advancement of the privy in society! This is complete and utter...- "Hey there..." A shudder ran up Rukia's back in surprise as a voice suddenly greeted her from behind. Stamping her one raised leg back to the ground, she turned with a blush on her face to meet the gaze of another girl wearing the same uniform as hers. A red headed girl with short hair cut into a bob, and her bangs parted to either side, she peered at Rukio over her glasses with a somewhat concerned look on her face, but a bit of pinkish color to her cheeks. "Are you okay? You seem kind of fidgety." Rukia almost froze. She didn't know how high school girls talked to each other in this day in age! It seemed kind of brash for one to just walk up to another. She almost told her off, but then remembered that she was meant to be blending in, and so shouldn't give any reason for others to exclude her. She should peppy, cheery and kind. The more people liked her, the more friends she could acquire that would help hide her growing spiritual pressure from any hollows. Swallow, she put on her best cheery expression, and began speaking with a soft and innocent giggle. "Ah, I'm sorry, I was really nervous I was going the wrong way. I haven't actually been to the school before..." she says, immediately moving to bow to the other girl in respect. Unsure of her social standing, or the customs that people obeyed when meeting in the modern era of the human world, she felt it was the safest bet. However, her bladder felt otherwise, and sharply protested the movement by convulsing in her, threatening to push it's contents out into the one pair of undergarments that she had been provided with her Gigai. Standing with her knees and thighs mashed together, Rukia couldn't help but cock her hips backwards as she bowed, using the opportunity of putting her hands on the front of her skirt to sneak a quick push in at the crease of her thighs, before straightening up and giving a big smile to the girl that had addressed her. "O...oh..." the girl stammered, seemingly thrown off by the erratic greeting. Waving her hands in front of herself dismissively, she chuckled back herself before starting to speak in earnest. "Yeah, your going the right way. No need to go bowing or anything. Sorry...I just thought...uh...nevermind....I haven't seen you at school before?" she asks somewhat awkwardly, her eyes looking the opposite girl up and down as she she shifted her weight from side to side. The fidgety shinigami was quick to note that the youth of the modern area spoke with far more familiarity than they had when she was a teen, and quickly put her hand over her mouth to suppress another giggle. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a transfer student and today is my first day. My name is Kuchiki, Rukia." she says, moving to bow again, but deciding it may be a bad idea, both in the social context and in that it would compress her bladder once again. The girl cleared her throat, reaching up to rub nervously at her neck. She seemed hesitant to make eye contact. "I see, I see. Well it's very nice to meet you Kuchiki-chan. I..*ahem*...uh...the train is gone..." she says, pointing over the soul reaper's shoulder at the safety bar lifting behind her. Rukia looked over her shoulder and felt a wave of relief pass over her. She had already grown tired of making a proper, still-standing conversation with this human, and was eager to keep moving toward the school. Who knows how long it would be until she was able to relieve herself, and she didn't want to drag it out talking to this girl. "Ah! Great! I hope to see you at school! I'm going to go on ahead so I can see the campus before classes start! Bye Bye!" she says, spinning on her heels and speed-walking across the tracks down the road, waving behind her as she did her best to put distance between her and the girl. Said girl was not moving, however, seemingly rooted to the spot, as a wave of bright red color washed over her face. OhmygodOhmygod! What the hell was that Chizuru!? That girl was totally holding back a flood! Your strongest fetish and you just let her walk away to wet her panties out of sight somewhere!? I can't believe I just froze up like that! I never freeze up!...well she isn't really my type. Exactly the opposite actually. Short, flat, dark hair and really formal. and I could never have eyes for another when my dear Orihime still needs me! but...but...oh just the thought~. The girl remained at the train tracks for a couple minutes simply lost in thought, stepping back and forth like she was playing both sides of her mental debate, tapping her chin in thought with her evaluation of Rukia's stature. However, she ended up finishing her odd, unprompted pantomime with a hungry look in her eyes, a blush on her face, and a bit of crimson blood dribbling from her right nostril. I have to see if she makes it! Even on the off chance she doesn't! It's not cheating if it happens without my input! I'll just watch! Watch as those amber little rivers travel down those little chicken-legs into her socks and shoes. and Listen..I'll listen to shrill hiss of...- "Just what the hell are you doing?" A shudder ran up Chizuru's back in surprise as a voice suddenly made itself known from behind her. Turning around, she saw the infamous Tatsuki Arisawa, always popping up to stop her exploits of love whenever possible. Like a devil sent to ruin her good fun at every good turn. Pursing her lips, Chizuru shot a glare at the girl, starting to walk backwards across the train tracks as she spoke, with Arisawa following her in a forward pace. "I'm not doing anything Tatsuki! Honest this time. You don't have to worry about little old angel Chizuru." "Angel my ass. More like the demon of lust. You had better not be up to anything.." she warns, quickening her pace to walk past the red head, which caused Chizuru to spin around and match her pace, leaning forward to look her accuser in the eyes while making wild and frantic gestures. "I'm not up to anything! You know me! I'm only ever up to something when Orihime is around, and we don't see her until we get to school!" "Yeah, and the fact that you're owning up to that makes me think you're up to something this one time. There was another girl here earlier. You leave her alone too, creep." Chizuru felt a wave of shame wash over her, followed by a flush of frustration. Tatsuki thought she was some sort of saint protector, when all that Chizuru did was have some good and honest hormonal fun! And she didn't know anything about that either! How dare she just assume! But her statement also brought something else to the forefront of her mind. Rukia had rushed on ahead, leaving her at the train tracks. If she didn't hurry to catch up, she wouldn't be seeing anything, accident or no. "I am incredibly offended Tatsuki-chan!" Chizuru suddenly declares, stepping in front of her classmate and stopping her in her tracks, while holding a hand to her chest in an indignant gesture. "I can't believe you would accuse me of trying to lustfully pine after a transfer student on her first day to our wonderful school, especially when you know all to well that Inoue holds my heart forever and for true! I expected better of you, and I would thank you not to walk with me to school anymore!" With her speech made, Chizuru started to stomp off towards school, leaving Tatsuki there, stunned and speechless for a full minute, as the mess of red hair and hormones stomped into the distance. "I...I wasn't walking with you? and...transfer? What the hell..." she stammers, ultimately more confused than guilty or offended by the sudden outburst. Something wasn't right...Chizuru needed to be followed... -- "Ah...well..of course students are allowed into the bathrooms...just, don't be late." Rukia felt like singing upon hearing the staff member at the gate affirm her suspicions. If young men and women were expected to spend eight hours a day in this building, as well as eat meals here, there surely had to be some facilities they were allowed to use in their daily routine. But he seemed very embarrassed by having to address the fact. Rukia didn't want to seem out of place, so she too acted embarrassed, turning her face away and covering her mouth. "Oh...I'm terribly sorry. It's just...at my other school...oh it's nothing...Thank you very much..." she says, starting in a haphazard lie before scurrying on toward the main building, keeping a fair distance between other groups of students. The teacher seemed keen to let her go, which gave her free reign to walk at the fastest pace she possibly could toward the main building. She needed a privy urgently now, ever step sending pins and needles through her swollen abdomen, with her body threatening to give up on her any minute. She wasn't keen on wearing soiled clothing until she had an opportunity to secure more to wear or wash the ones she had now, so she held on with all her might, waddling towards the doors slightly hunched forward, with her thighs together and feet somewhat apart, obviously moving like she was in some sort of pain, but managing to keep pace between two groups of students who had walked together. She made it inside without incident, intent on walking right past the area with several odd-looking shelves with doors on them, where the human teenagers were stopping and depositing items. She didn't have anything after all...so why would she even need to stop. "Excuse me young lady!" The voice was so direct and so accusatory in tone, that Rukia could hardly mistake it's target for anyone else but her. Turning her face toward the source, she found a middle aged human woman glaring her down, with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her lips. Unable to figure out why this slightly grey and wrinkly person would be shouting at her, Rukia did her absolute best to put on a curious and innocent expression, tilting her head to the side as she spoke, whilst simultaneously bouncing from foot to foot and lacing her fingers together behind her back, clenching them almost white-knuckle tight. "Oh, I'm sorry? Did I do something wrong?" she asks, trying her best to sound sweet, when all she could think about was how she needed this woman to leave her alone so she could see out a privy...or rather, bathroom, as the male staff member had called it. "You should know that! You need to change your shoes before stepping into the building!" the woman demands. It seemed somewhat odd, initially. Changing shoes just to walk through a building? Granted, shoes were far different in these days than the sandals and tabi she were used to. And she recalled that when she was alive, it had been custom to walk barefoot through others homes. But special shoes just to enter a building? One, she didn't have the time for this. Two, it seemed downright ridiculous. And three, she only had the single pair of shoes to begin with. But the most important point was that she didn't have time. As she was standing there, processing the woman's words, she felt a spasm cover her midsection, as a gush of hot liquid burst from her womanhood into the pure white underwear she bore beneath her skirt, soaking in and staining the thin fabric almost instantly. "Oh!" Rukia exclaimed in surprise, her face lighting up bright red at the damp sensation she was now faced with. A sensation she hadn't felt for hundreds of years,and one she wasn't looking to become intimately familiar with. Clenching her fists tighter and tensing her lower muscles, she barely fought off another leak before she spoke again, her voice carrying an embarrassed tone with it, "I...I'm terribly sorry. I'm a new student..and I...I don't have a...a box?" she stammers, looking frantically at what the other students were using, "I don't have a box like everyone else...and...I didn't bring any shoes to change into." It wasn't the best lie she could come up, even with her notorious quick wit and intelligence. Somehow, it was almost like the damp sensation in her underwear was draining every bit of confidence she had by the second, as she felt her bladder contract again, slamming against her clenched muscles with a heavy liquid load. "What are you...oh...right, the staff said something about you..." the woman says, sighing and pinching her nose. "Your locker is 14C. You were supposed to bring shoes with you today...but...well, I guess it can't be helped. But if you forget them tomorrow then your going to have to meet with the principal, understood!?" she says sternly. In a way, Rukia was shocked that the woman was taking such a tone with her, but then, she appeared just as any other girl in the area right now. And some of those girls were beginning to look at the altercation. She needed to diffuse the situation. But then...there was also her very urgent need to relieve herself. An urgent need that was made all the more urgent by a second spurt, longer this time, jetting into the fabric of her underwear, rolling between her thighs and barely breaching the fabric's capacity for liquid, sending a single drop rolling don her thighs to her knee before stopping. She didn't have any time left. Her petite body and lost experience in holding her golden waters was betraying her, and she needed relief, fast. "Ah, of course. I'm sorry. Nobody told me. By chance could you point me to the nearest bathroom?" She asks, stepping forward somewhat frantically, but doing her best to keep her pleasant expression. The woman was taken aback by the girl's sudden approach, but answered nonetheless, pointing along with her explaination. "There's a bathroom on every floor." she said, pointing upwards, then down the hall to the west, "They're located on the west end of the building no matter what floor you're on. Girls on the left, Boys on the right." she explains. Rukia didn't even stop to say thank you, power walking toward the western wing of the first floor, her fists clenched at her side, swinging in time with her steps. She couldn't afford to waste time shuffling and waddling any more. If she wasted time, she would end up making a mess of her clothes and the floor beneath her. Thankfully, the woman did not protest, leaving her to speedily stride towards the bathroom. Her hurried gait did come with a cost, however. Another spurt leaked from Rukia's womanly flower, then another. And another. Her panties could hardly hold the squirts of liquid spraying from her body, and sent rivulets of pale yellow nectar down the insides of her thighs, lightly sprinkling the floor as she all but jogged towards the bathroom, searching for any sort of sign or indicator of a toilet she could release into. The cloth meant to be shielding her womanly parts from the elements were now the source of uncomfortable sodden warmth that she hoped to avoid, and the liquid cooling against her thighs was making chilled goosebumps rise across her pale skin. I'm not going to make it. Hundreds of years old and I'm about to wet myself like a child! What would brother say...?" she whimpered in her own thoughts as her eyes scanned the halls frantically, a twitching and uneasy smile plastered on her face in a facade of calm. Finally, her lilac orbs settle upon a sign, bolted to the wall. W.C What did W.C mean? All the other signs on the walls had a single letter of the English Language on them followed by another. Furthermore, this sign was on both sides of the relatively large doorway that it indicated. Each sign had a different characterization on it, one presumably of a female, by the dress shaped that was it's body, and one a male, indicated by the lack of a dress. The doorway led into some smaller tiled area, with brighter and harsher lighting. W.C...W.C...is that it? I don't see how...but all these other rooms are all the same...and they have windows and desks in them. They aren't private...maybe..Waste Closet? Crude but...that has to mean Habakari? A privy! Washroom! W! It's got to be. Oh please let it be. Rukia made a beeline for the room, choosing to enter to side indicated by the drawing of the person in a dress. Entering, it was devoid of people...but it seemed that she had chosen right. It was a secluded room, with a wall covered corner to corner with a mirror, and what looked to be washbasins with strange steel pipes protruding from them. The room was unusually large, but possessed several other smaller rooms within it, which the shinigami could only hope held a hole into which she could relieve her swollen bladder Making for the first door, another gushing burst of hot urine spread other through the gusset of her underwear, leaking through the fabric and down her legs, sprinkling the floor with droplets as she ran to the stall. Looking inside, the woman physically paled with shock and confusion. Inside was a strange device of porcelain, already housing clean water inside of it, with a steel lever on the side and a steel casing beside it, out of which a white, paper-like substance hung close to the floor. "What the hell is...nng..no!" The raven-haired death god only had time to hesitate for a moment, before a hard spasm rocked her entire body, her bladder contracting at the site of what her brain recognized as a possible receptacle for her waste. Even though she had never encountered such a device before, she could just envision squatting over the opening, her own golden nectar splashing into the clean water and mixing with it, forming a lake of amber beneath her. Her muscles relaxed beyond her will, and a steady stream of urine began to flood her panties, gushing over her womahood and leaking down her legs onto the floor below. With no options left, she took the only one available to her. Spreading her legs where she stood, and frantically bunching her skirt up around her waist, she squatted over the opening, revealing her sodden cotton panties to the open air, as pale yellow liquid fell from the crotch and rear in two distinct streams, the rest messily trailing down her legs, thankfully falling off in thicker streams from her knees before reaching her socks, creating two small, shameful little puddles on the floor beside the toilet. Unable to stifle herself, a short moan escaped Rukia's lips as she took a breath, her body shuddering with relief as her bladder deflated, her waters streaming through the sodden and ruined fabric of her panties into the water below with a loud, sustained splashing sound. She looked down with a fire-red blush on her face, unable to decide whether she had made it or not. After only about a minute of sustained release, her stream began to die off, revealing that it truly had been from lack of capacity that she felt so desperate for relief. Unable to deal with what she had just done, the dark haired woman stood there, motionless, with her hands holding her skirt up around her waist, clad in wet underwear and standing over puddles of urine that acted as evidence to her embarrassment. She wouldn't cry...even as she felt tears come to her eyes...she was prouder than that...a shinigami... -- There she is! Chizuru could hardly move fast enough as she got through the school doors, panting and sweating from the exhaustion settling into her body. As soon as she had gotten out of direct eyesight of Tatsuki, turning the corner, she had started running to catch up with Rukia, and only managed to do so just inside the school. Having breezed right past the school greeter, she saw her target directly across the entry area from her, speaking with a teacher while dancing from foot to foot. Moving swiftly to her own locker, the redheaded pervert girl tuned her ears to the conversation that Rukia was having, deducing it as unimportant, but serving it's purpose as just another delay on the girl's way to the bathroom. Pulling her shoes off and her school shoes on as fast as she could, Chizuru couldn't help but train her eyes on Rukia's shaking and dancing legs, as they shifted back and forth, in front of and behind one another, subtly crossing in a dance that was only erotic for her and her alone. And as an added treat. Just as she was about to turn away and rush off down the hall, a single glistening droplet snaked it's way down the inner side of Rukia's left side. The redhead's mind ran wild with what had to be going on in the petite girl's head right now. 'Oh no," she would cry, "I can't pee my panties on the first day in a new school! Everyone will make fun of me and my reputation will be ruined!' All the while, her control will be waning, as spurt after spurt leaks into her damp panties, snaking down her thighs and dripping on the floor as she rushed to the bathroom, only to be met by a line of girls, all waiting for the same relief. 'oh no!' Rukia would cry internally, plunging both hands between her thighs and bunching her skirt up against her leaking flower, squirming her perky little butt on the spot as she fought to keep a flood at bay, 'I certainly can't hold it this long! I'm going to wet myself right here in the hall in front of everyone!' Getting her shoes on, Chizuru spared a passing greeting to the woman teacher overseeing the students, before rushing off toward the bathroom after Rukia. She could still see the girl further down the hall, frantically turning her head back and forth in search of a bathroom in an unfamiliar environment. Just the sight was enough to wet Chizuru's own panties, for a far different reason than bladder busting desperation. There were even small little droplets on the floor, undetectable to eyes that weren't hungrily searching for evidence of Rukia's loss of control. When Rukia finally about-face turned into the bathrooms, the red-headed girl stopped just short of the doorway, leaning back against the wall and putting a hand to her pounding heart, and one between her thighs, gently rubbing the skin that was exposed beneath her uniform skirt. Taking deep breaths, she shut her eyes and imagined any number of scenarios. The new girl at the new school frantically running into the bathroom, only barely able to get her underwear out of the way in time, pulling the sodden and stained fabric to the side before letting an arcing torrent lose into the toilet bowl. Or perhaps all the stalls are full, and, with no options left, the normally polite and formal girl has to swallow her pride and urinate in a trash can, or the sink. Then, a stall door opens and she's caught in the act! Oh how embarrassing! She'll never live this down! That is...unless Chizuru were the one to catch her. She'd be merciful, sure. For giving her such a good show, the redhead would promise not to tell anyone, for only the small price of being allowed to watch every time the new girl relieved herself. Sometimes maybe she'd make Rukia wet herself. Or maybe she'd make her hold it all day long! Oh the thought was just titillating! How delightfully masochistic! How dreadfully perverted! How- "Chizuru!" The hormonal young teen jumped so hard she nearly shook the glasses right off of her face. Quickly pushing them back into place, she turned to face down none other than her arch-nemesis and close friend, Tatsuki Arisawa. "Oh Great! What do you want now!?" Chizuru protests, stamping her foot, her fists clenched at her sides. "What do I want!?" Tatsuki protests, clenching her own fist and shaking it at the girl, leaning in and glaring her down ferociously, "What are you doing!? Camping out by the girl's bathroom!? Are you really that depraved?" "D-Depraved? I beg your pardon! I was about to head inside myself!" "Bullshit! I watched you follow that girl here! Are you really that perverted!?" "P-Perverted! How dare you!" "Don't give me that!-" -- Staring herself down in the window, Rukia struggled to cope with what she had just done. Vaguely, her ears picked up on what sounded like an argument around the corner. However, her mind was elsewhere entirely, replaying the events of the last few minutes in her head. She had wet herself, fully and earnestly, just like a young child. She had started even before she knew where the bathroom was. She still didn't know if she knew where the bathroom was properly. She had urinated all over herself, her underclothes, and the floor. Her only option to have her accident remain undetcted was to use her underwear to mop up the puddles and then dispose of the sodden fabric. And that's what she had done. In the stall, she dragged her soaked and stained panties down her glistening legs, ringed them out over the receptical she had urinated into, and then mopped up the puddle on either side. Her yellowed and damp underwear now sat in the trash by the door, buried under several layers of disposable towels that Rukia had quickly learned how to dispense and used to wipe her legs clean and liquid, even dampening some to wash herself down a bit. Even now, she could still faintly detect a smell on herself, and there was a small dark patch on the front of her skirt, near the hem, where a few drops had soaked in after flying off her legs. Still, she was grateful that she was relatively free of evidence, even if she now had to walk around with her womanhood free to the open air, with only the short fabric of her uniform skirt to protect it from prying eyes. "Some Soul Reaper...powerless, and now reduced to urinating on herself. I'm going to give Ichigo a piece of my mind..." she grumbles, glaring herself in the mirror before leaning forward to wash her hands. Though, immediately after the words left her lips, she felt herself immediately filled with shame. There was no way that Ichigo could find out about this. Not after she had presented herself as a mighty and knowledgeable god of death to him. For starters, she'd be bringing shame to her family name by admitting to such a folly, but the boy would never listen to her if he knew she had fallen to such a juvenile urge. "OW! TATSUKI! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CRUEL!? AH!" The raven haired woman was pulled from her thoughts by some sudden shouting outside the room. Turning her head and straightening up, she watched as a girl with short, spiky black hair rounded the corner, rubbing her hand. Her knuckles appeared red and swollen, and her face spoke of the discomfort she felt as a result. Quickly deciding that she should act as thought nothing happened at all, Rukia offered the girl a smile, again leading with an innocent giggle to start the conversation. "Ah, hello. Are you all right? I heard yelling?" she asks, folding her hands in front of her skirt. Due to her lack of undergarments, she suddenly felt very vulnerable, as a light breeze tickled her most sensitive areas. The girl with the swollen knuckles looked up with somewhat stern eyes, but an overall neutral expression. Letting her hands fall to her side, she nods, tilting her head to her side. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you all right. Chizuru wasn't bothering you, was she?" she asks. "Ah...Chizuru...I'm afraid I don't know who you mean?" Rukia replied, confused. Was Chizuru the staff member she had met by the gate? Or maybe the one that had stopped her in the halls. Maybe the red headed girl? The dark haired girl scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Figures. Look, the red headed girl. She's got...something of a reputation. Just...be vigilant alright." Blinking, Rukia nodded, clearing her throat as she suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation crawling up her back, though she couldn't exactly place why. "I...I'll keep that in mind. I'm sorry but, who are you?" The butch young woman points to herself with her thumb, offering a small smile. "I'm Tatsuki. Tatsuki Arisawa. You're new here right?" Rukia nods, "I see. Well I guess it's nice to meet you then. If you tell me your name and what class your in, I can show you there if you want. It's the least I can do after the morning you've had." Rukia felt a sense of unease at the girl's words. What did she mean by "the morning you've had." Could she possibly know her current situation...? ... No, of course not. Nobody saw her. Nobody could possibly know the bare state of her nether regions right now. There was absolutely no indication that she had urinated on herself, besides the faint smell the clung to her. But even then, it was unlikely that Tatsuki would be able to smell, given the distance between them. Unable to discern the girl's meaning, Rukia offered a simple smile, and decided to just answer her question is as straightforward a manner as possible. "Ah...I'm Kuchiki, Rukia..." she says, introducing herself. Taking care not to bow to the girl as she had done to the red head earlier, she stated which class she was in, which seemed to please Tatsuki. "Oh, we're classmates. I'll show you to the classroom." Rukia felt some relief at her luck. Now all that was left was to hope that she was in the same class as Ichigo. Still, having someone willing to show her around on the first day was a godsend, and would make confronting the boy all that much easier. Still, she supposed that she couldn't do it directly, lest she let on that something was awry with her appearance her relationship to the newborn shinigami. "Actually, before we go, I have a question." "Oh, what is it?" "Do you have a pen?" -- "Oh! Are you Kurosaki-kun?" Ichigo turned his head to glance upon Rukia with a look of befuddlement and bewilderment on his face as he gazed upon the woman that had saved not only his life, but the lives of his sisters the previous night. Standing there,confident, Rukia met his gaze with a cool charisma only born of years of speaking experience. "I'll be sitting next to you from today on. My name is Kuchiki, Rukia." Needless to say, the boy reacted with surprise, bolting up and thrusting a finger in her direction, while he friends looked on, confusingly unsurprised by Ichigo's antics, until one brown haired boy decided to speak up and inquire into his friend's concern. Then, the tall, brutish one man took his turn with questioning, this time asking if by chance, Rukia and Ichigo knew each other. Attentive and sly, the shinigami was quick to intercept. "oh, of course not. This is our first meeting. Right, Kurosaki-kun?" Her statement leaving Ichigo speechless, his friends proceeded to fill the blanks, explaining that Rukia was a transfer student. She almost couldn't wish for a better alibi if she had paid for one. Extending her hand, she nailed home the final phrase of the interaction, turning her palm up to face Ichigo. "Nice to meet you." she greets, while the subtle writing on her palm held a single phrase. It was both intended as a deterrent for the boy to reveal their prior relationship, and as a warning that if he should mention the lingering scent on her person, that she would beat him senseless to the Soul Society and back "make a scene and you are SO dead." Upon seeing the boy's shocked reaction, Rukia knew she was in control, and couldn't help allowing a confident smile to part her lips, despite the slight breeze tickling her bare nethers, and chilling the damp skin against her thighs...
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    Biku's art

    Good thread
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    Boobs or Butts?

    Butts are kinky, but boobs are vanilla and pure. Butts >:3
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    female Persona O

    "ngg" As a train whirs along the tracks above the crowded streets of Tokyo, a young woman stands with knees slightly bent and thighs pushed together, her expression one of mild discomfort. Rather slender in build, her height placed her somewhere below the height of the rest of the women and men in the train, her dark colored hair cut to her shoulders and pushed back from her face by a black hairband, her pointed features grimmaced as she gradually shifted her weight from foot to foot, the train ride dragging on and on from her limited perspective. It was a truly miserable experience. The train had been just crammed enough for her to have to stand, her arm raised to support herself with the handle looped around the steel support beam, leading her feet to ache and her body to feel sluggish and tired, as the ride into the city had taken a few hours now. Coupled with the fact that she had downed nearly 3 full cups of coffee this morning just to be awake early enough to arrive by midday and the fact that said coffee had been sitting in her lower extremities for a quite a while, and it made for quite the uncomfortable ride. Biting her lower lip, the girl's dark brown eyes scanned the scrolling screens overhead, huffing through her nose in relief as she saw the name of her stop scrolling first, indicating it was next. Shibuya, he final connecting stop before she would hop on a train to Sangen-Jaya, the closest station to what would be her new home in Setagaya. She could only hope that her station would let her off at least somewhat close to her destination, as she was loath the have to use a public bathroom, much less have to bother finding a convenient one in the sure-to-be cramped station and the less ideal shops shes was to come across. Garbed in a pair of slim-fitting dark blue jeans, and a black tunic dress, she had with her only a small amount of money to pay a shop for merchandise anyway, along with her quite masculine wallet, phone, and some change, so stopping someplace would be a last resort at best. Though the longer she reasoned against herself over stopping off someplace to relieve herself, the more it seemed like it might become a necessity. She found herself cursing the needlessly long train rides, as several lines were running slower than their usual pace to compensate for repairs needing to be done and for general public safety concerns as of late. Deciding it might be good to take her brain off the swelling pressure in her bladder, the girl looked down to her phone, nestled gently atop her palm and held in place by her three long fingers and her thumb, staring briefly at the reflection of her big brown eyes before lighting the screen up and scrolling to her recent messages, staring at the address and instructions she had been given. It was difficult to make out without her glasses on, but she was familiar enough with the app to navigate to her most recent message, and opening it allowed her to glance over the message that she had been periodically checking over the past couple hours of her full commute. The message itself was very simple, she was being instructed to travel into the city via train and arrive in Setagaya, where she would be presenting herself at the abode of one Nakayama, Ryusei. This is where she would be living for the next 365 days, under order of the court and her parole officer. While unfamiliar with the exact address, she had simply agreed to being told where to go without raising any concerns, not wanting to draw the process out any longer than she already had. While reflecting on her soon-to-be living situation, she found herself pondering exactly what this person was like. All she knew about him was that he was a man that was good friends with her father, though through what means she was not told. He owned, or rather owns a local laundromat, and was never married. This was not very comforting information to the girl, as the thought of living in a house previously occupied by one 30-something year old man made an uneasy shiver run up her spine. Surely there wasn't enough space for her? And the fact that the man had apparently volunteered in this endeavor filled her head with images of some rotund goblin of a man trying to peek in on her as she showered. Plus there was her...issue...to take into account. Shaking her head, she breathed a huff through her nose, forcing herself to dispel such thoughts. Surely the government would not force her into some cramped little space just in an effort to send her to a more-easily-monitored school. Besides that, there was nothing to be done about it. She had to simply play the cards she was dealt for now. And right now, she was being dealt a hand of sodden, yellowed, dripping cards. The vigourous head-shaking motion had sent light shivers down her body, and such agitated her bladder further, making her shuffle her feet, and bite her lower lip, fingers curling around the handle hanging above her head. [could this line go any slower?] After what felt like the better part of another hour, a pleasant sounding chime over the intercom and a gentle-sounding woman's voice announced that the train would be pulling into Shibuya shortly, and that all passengers should remain seated until the train has come to a full stop. Grateful to hear those liberating words, the girl quickly shuts the screen to her phone down, ignoring the slight flash of red she saw in her peripherals, and tucked the device away into her front left pocket, bouncing back and forth between both of her feet. In the short time she had actually been standing there for, she had kept the tingling sensation below her waist in the back of her mind, but now knowing that the train was going to be coming to a stop, she relented to the idea that she could not hold it for another hour long trip to Setagaya, and that she'd have to take a short walk into Shibuya to find someplace she could unload at. After about another five minutes for the train to actually pull in to the station, open its doors, and for the small grouping of people riding in from outside the city to pour from it's doors, the girl would be hurriedly rushing up the stairs with a slight blush to her cheeks, feeling the weight of her early-morning commute sloshing around beneath the constricting waistband of her pants. She cursed at herself for letting it get to be this dire of a situation, but couldn't focus on her self-deprivation for very long, lest her efforts to make it so some kind of toilet be wasted. She knew better than to try the station bathrooms. A large place like this, as packed as it appeared on the outside, was just the place to foster lines of young women, perfect traps for the desperate and bathroom-shy, both titles that applied to herself. Instead, her best bet was to head up to the surface, and try to find some small establishment she could perhaps purchase a package of candy or, luck forbidding, a soda in exchange for use of their bathrooms. And true to her instinct, on her way through the underground complex that her station-stop had been a part of, she was able to glimpse a set of bathrooms in the distance, the leftmost of which sporting a line of women reaching out into the complex proper. Stepping out into the city streets of Shibuya, the sun had fully risen and was now shining down onto the denizens with mild warmth of April, relenting in the downpour of rain it had given way too for the past three days. The city itself was a hub of bustling activity, groups of people in all manner of dress and manner rushing about to their respective destinations, threatening to sweep any unwitting tourist up in the flow of walking traffic. Luckily, our protagonist had a destination in mind, one containing a throne of shining porcelain and a sanctuary of privacy for her rather un-lady-like intentions. Unfortunately for her however, a cursory look at her surroundings after emerging onto the streets from the station below yielded nowhere she could stop in to relieve her waters, only further stations and a booth selling lottery tickets. At this moment, the girl felt a shudder run up her spine as her muscles lapsed in their control for a moment. She could feel herself about to lose a leak of urine into her underthings, only barely able to wrest control of her faculties back before she left a damp stain on the fabric. Flushing red in the face, she froze at the top of the stairs, her face scrunching up as she all but fully crossed her legs, her right thigh in front of the other and pressing back while most of her weight rested on her left leg, bouncing up and down the heel. Her fists clenched at her sides, she could only stand there and wait for nearly a full minute while she waited for the urge to start letting lose in her clothes passed over her. She now had no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be able to hold it long enough to arrive at her destination. She needed to cross to Central Street and find somewhere, anywhere she could pop in and have a quick pit stop. As soon as she the wave of pressure pushing down from her abdomen retreating back within her, her confidence returning along with it, she began to move again, taking a hard right once then twice again and heading further into Shibuya, aiming to cross the busy intersection and over to the businesses on the otherside. She'd have to get over her public-toilet anxiety just this once... Standing there in the small crowd waiting to cross the street, it was difficult not to indulge in the sights. Being from a more rural area, she had never seen such tall buildings or such bustling avenues before. Certainly nothing tall enough to boast big screens or scrolling billboards like what surrounded her now. For a moment she truly looked like a tourist, gazing up at the buildings and at the cars bustling up and down the city streets as she stood there bouncing in place and dancing from foot to foot, doing so without thought as her body struggled to manage it's capacity. As the light turned from orange to green, the crowd started to walk, and the girl began stepping forward in a hurry, only to have to slow her gait as she nearly walked into the back of a taller man in front of her. Stepping to the side to move past him, she found herself having to dodge another person, then another, only to slow to a stop herself as she realized that all around her, people had stopped walking all together, in the middle of street. No...they hadn't stopped walking. They had frozen. People stood mid-gait in the middle of the cross walk. There was a young man in the crowd that sat perched on a bike, perfectly balanced despite not being in motion. Despite the throbbing in her bladder, the girl stopped dead, looking around at the city square, up at the scrolling billboards she had just been watching. Every single thing, even birds in the sky, had frozen dead in their tracks. Before she could even properly comprehend what had happened, the girl winced as she felt a splash of hot water against the back of her neck. Shivering, she squeezed her legs together and whirled around, her bladder shuddering at the liquid stimulation. Her eyes went wide as, perhaps 10 paces away, a humanoid shape was forming out of boiling hot water seemingly bubbling up out of thin air. It twisted up from the ground into a womanly shape well over 6 feet tall, the head sporting two empty almond-shaped spaces for eyes. Eyes that seemed to draw the girl's attention in, further in...until suddenly in her minds eye, she could see her own face reflected in it, the crystal blue water whipping around her face and eyes as she bore a confident smile. Gasping, her focus was suddenly returned to the world around her, as loud white noise filled her ears, and the crowd of people began to move around her once again. A cursory glance around would reveal that everything had returned to how it had been moments before, the crowd threatening to leave her standing dumbfounded in the center of the road. "what...what was...ah!" A shrill squeak came from the depths of the girl's throat as she felt a spurt of warmth spreading over her most sensitive areas, soaking into her panties and pressing against her tightly clenched muscles. The time to contemplate her odd experience would be later. Right now, she had to make it to a restroom before she did irreparable damage to her underwear. She started towards the other side of the road once again, having to stop and take a sharp intake of breath as the reckless and sudden move sent another leak dripping from her straining womanhood into her moistened smallclothes. Whimpering, she grabbed at the front hem of her tunic, taking a brief moment to cross her legs and bounce in place, before she had to start moving lest risk getting run over. She spurted twice again as she crossed the street, no doubt leaving a sizeble stain on her underwear that she could feel making the fabric stick to the bottom of her rear and soaking into the inside of her jeans. Finally having reached the sidewalk, she was afforded the opportunity to stop in place and clamp down on the leak, visibly tense and turning back and forth as she stood there with legs crossed, people moving around her and sparing her odd looks. Shy as she was, she couldn't afford to be bashful right now. The heat now nestled in the crotch of her bottoms only made her body desire to let loose even more, the dampness pressing against her womanhood in a most tantalizing way. It was a full minute before she could move again, and she knew now she couldn't afford to be picky about where she stopped. The Big Bang Burger on her right would have to do, she decided, as she quickened her pace to make it in the door. Thankfully, being the middle of the afternoon, it seemed that the business was lacking for business, so she could quickly make her way up to the register, meeting the face of a girl about her own age, done up in uniform and greeting her pleasantly. "Welcome to Big Bang Burger! How can we...help you...today?" The employee's speech slowed as she watched the girl in front of her, unable to stand still for even a moment, and with a hand tugging down at the front of her dress. "Hello...I...I'll order a small fry...and...could you perhaps point me to your bathrooms?" That seemed to clear things up, at least on the Employee's end. Giving a short nervous chuckle, she rang up the order with a quick pace, clearing her throat before she spoke again. "The restrooms are around the corner to your right...may I have a name for your order?" she asked, watching the girl produce a card from her wallet, dancing in place as she handed it over to pay. "nng...Mo...Moriuchi..." she murmurs simply, waiting only to get her card back before taking off for the restrooms, social etiquette be damned. Thankfully, there was no line or lock on the door to take care of, allowing her to rush right in, already lifting her dress and unbuttoning her jeans as she crossed the tile room, whimpering frantically all the way. Her body had seemed to sense how close relief was, and was now deigning it appropriate to begin a slight dribble to re-wet her already sodden underwear. Dancing on the spot as she opened the door to the first stall, slipped in, and locked it behind her, the words "no" and "not yet" passed her mouth several time as she made her way to the modern westernized toilet occupying the stall. Still bouncing and frantically dancing, the girl cursed under her breath as she wiggled her jeans down her legs, revealing a pair of rather wet looking pink panties, complete with sunflower print designs all over, and a dark patch that covered the gusset and partially up her rear end. Turning around, she tugged her undies down only to her thighs, the small trickling stream falling from her womanhood splattering freely against the seat for a moment before could position herself properly and fall to sit down, finally able to relax. A heavy sigh followed by several deep breaths came from Moriuchi-chan's throat as she finally began to release her pent up waters into the basin below, basking in the relief afforded to her by the fast food establishment. Bathing in the release, there was a short fifteen seconds where nothing entered her brain besides pure happiness at not having to face her new guardian with soaked pants. And that thought then lead the fact that she hadn't actually made it out dry. She had leaked in her underwear quite a bit, and had to inspect the damage. Scowling, she looked down to her clothes, breathing a disappointing sigh through her nose. Her underwear was wet, that was for sure, and it would be an uncomfortable and unsanitary train ride if she were to put them back on as is. Luckily her jeans only had a small wet patch on the bottom of the seat, and would be spared from sight by the length of her tunic, but still, it was far too close a call. Sitting there, she had to make a very embarrassing decision, puling off her sneakers, pants, and underwear in sequences, before pulling her pants back onto her legs up to her knees and putting her shoes on, holding her panties up for one final look, as she relented to the fact that she'd have to leave them behind, else risk smelling like pee and chaffing her legs the entire rest of the way to her new home. A shame too, these were one of her favorite pair... Finishing up after about 45 full seconds, the girl wraps her hand in toilet paper to clean herself and dab away the moisture left inside her jeans, before tugging them up, grimacing as the rough fabric fit snuggling around her bare rear end and more sensitive feminine areas. Flushing behind her, she cleared her throat once, peeking out into the bathroom from behind the stall door to confirm nobody else was in there. A simple maneuver was left. The trashcan, the sink to wash her hands, and the protagonist of our story left the bathroom to continue her trip, down one pair of panties, but with a delightfully conservative serving of french fries waiting for her. (So a while ago I attempted to start a persona-themed roleplay with some people and it never quite got off the ground. I put quite a bit of thought into what would have been my main character for it thought and I would hate for that to go to waste, so I decided I'd write this up. I suppose it also serves as something of an advertisement for my open-ness to do a Persona-themed Roleplay on the site, but I figured a fic would be a nice place to start. The other contributor to the brief RP was Keita123, who also does some fine work.)
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    Fears of a Faunus: RWBY Blake

    "...Are you sure about this?" The question came quietly, as lilac colored eyes stared down into Blake's own amber orbs. The words barely leaving the blondes lips as more than a whisper, yet carrying all the power needed to make the faunus' face light up like a neon sign. "how did I get here...?" she thought to herself, as though trying to convince herself that she had no idea how this happened, that it wasn't completely by her own machination. She had done this...she wanted this. She had spent the whole day contemplating this. Ever since having to run past Ruby and Weiss buck naked in order to reach her tent, watching the girl who was still wearing clothes that had been soaked with her golden nectar distract their teammates to leave her body unseen. Ever since watching the blonde's athletic hourglass of a body rise out of the lake, and bath in the light of the late afternoon sun. Ever since sitting down, and thinking to herself that Yang had been occupying her thoughts all day, and in a way that left her body covered in goosebumps. She really tried to forget what had happened, hoping that she could just chalk things up to an accident...but in hindsight. There was no denying how she felt...it felt good to let go all over Yang...to get that sweet high of relief, releasing all over another person. She couldn't pin down whether it was the act itself making her feel this way, or something about the blonde bombshell that made her feel so gooey and warm all over...but there was something about it that called to her...something in her that wanted it...that wanted her. And so, after the campfire had been snuffed out...after everyone had gone their separate ways to bed, it was Blake who remained awake. She left her tent, clothed only, and truly only in the kimono she wore as pajamas, her bare feet padding across the campsite to Yang's tent. Poking her head in, she found her teammate laying on her side, her fingers playing at the screen of her scroll, eyes scanning the page intently. She didn't notice the cat-girl's presence right away, and so Blake cleared her throat, making the girl jump slightly, shutting the device's screen off and peering over at the entrance to her tent, eyes squinting in the darkness. "Blake!?" she had whispered harshly, "Is that you? You almost gave me a heart attack!" The ebony-headed faunus often forgot that she was gifted with exceptional nightvision. Coupled with the relative silence she had partaken in on her way over, and the fact that she hadn't really left her tent in hours, it was only natural that Yang be surprised. She hadn't meant to come across as so straightforward. She had meant to bashfully beat around the bush for a while before coming round to her idea. But in hindsight, she supposed there was really no better way to say it. "...you could pee on me so we're even..." It took surprisingly little convincing, Blake thought, as after that, she only had to repeat herself in the wake of Yang's incredulous expression once. Almost word for word she had repeated it. "You can pee on me. That way we'll be even. I won't feel so bad." Yang had been wearing a pair of black short shorts and a sunset orange sports bra at the time, but had since stripped her bottoms down to just the matching orange panties she had been wearing underneath. She had allowed Blake to lay down on the floor of the tent, moving the bedroll out of the way so as not to soil it. She had climbed over top of the faunus, supporting herself on all fours now, her breasts lightly swaying over the feline's own torso, her rear end swaying gently as she lined her hips up with Blake's own. Her lilac eyes peering down into Blake's own amber orbs... The question came quietly, "Are you sure about this?" Blake hadn't the nerve to answer verbally, her mouth feeling as though it was filled with cotton. Just the idea of what was about to happen was making her body quiver in anticipation in a way she had only ever felt once before. Slowly, she nodded, swallowing gently and keeping her gaze locked with Yang's through the darkness. She could see in the purple rings above her that Yang's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so there was no doubt that the pair was staring each other in the face, both knowing what was about to happen. "...*ahm*" Yang cleared her throat suddenly, breaking eye contact, her cheeks lighting up red. For a moment, Blake was taken off guard, wondering if perhaps this was too much, if she had just driven a stake between them by her odd and perverted request. She had never seen Yang display such bashfulness, for even a second. "You should...you should undress. So your clothes don't get dirty." She blinked, as though having to replay Yang's request in her head. The she felt some semblance of ease wash over her. She was right of course, and the small statement was enough to confirm that this was about to happen. Perhaps Yang wanted it as much as she did? Reaching to her front and untying the black and white sash that kept her short kimono closed around her porcelain-pale form, she allowed the garment to naturally fall open and backwards, revealing her cleavage and stomach first, before efforts to rid herself of the garment left her body exposed beneath Yang. Exposed to the chilly night air, her small pink nipples stiffened quickly, and as she fully exposed herself, her body instinctively moved her thighs to cross over one another, her knees coming up to rest right behind Yang's rear end, hiding her most intimate area. The pajamas were tossed into the corner with the bedroll, and then it was just them once again, staring into each others eyes. Blake didn't dare away from the hypnotic color of Yang's eyes, but beneath her bow, her ears twitched at the sounds, and her peripheral vision tracked the movement of Yang moving her left hand down her own body to pull her underwear to the side. Yang's eyes shut, and an almost-adorable look of concentration came over her face, visible only to the girl beneath her in the darkness. Blake had begun to shiver, though out of the chill in the air or anticipation, she herself could not tell. Her thighs rubbed together, the space between feeling moist by far different fluids than what she was about to be covered in. For almost a full two minutes they remained like that. Blake, cold and exposed on the ground, waiting for the girl above her to partake in something she was sure would never leave her memory. Yang, propped up over her teammate and friend, fighting against years of physical training to try and get her body's natural faculties to proceed. Blake let out a small gasp in spite of herself when she first felt it. A short series of warm drips, just below her navel, splashing against her skin and filling the silence of the night with a short "pitter-patter" noise. Her body shuddered, her eyes still locked on Yang's face as she fixated on every individual moment of the girl's urine hitting her skin, pooling for a moment, before trailing down the right side of her waist. It wasn't enough to even reach the tent floor, but it was enough to make her mind race with excitement, and her heart as well. A frantic thud-thud started in her chest as her heart started to beat faster and faster, watching Yang let go of a breath she had been holding, before breathing again, shifting her hips, and biting her lower lip. Another splash came, this one longer, if only by a moment. Where the previous leak had already dried and cooled against Blake's skin, this fresh one sent warmth rushing over the same area, this time dripping down into her navel ever so slightly. Blake shifted beneath the blonde, her hips rocking her rear end back and forth against the floor of the tent, her thighs rubbing together as she felt herself growing absolutely soaked by her own fluids. Finally, after about three minutes, Yang visibly relaxed, tension leaving her shoulders and back, her eyes coming open in a half-lidded way, staring down at Blake. There was a beat where nothing occurred, and then a slow, steady dripping fell down onto Blake's abdomen. The faunus girl felt her breath hitch in her throat, at the gentle pitter-pattering sound filled the tent in a steady capacity, Yang's hot golden nectar dripping over her waist now before running down either side and puddling up beneath her. Now it was her turn to shut her eyes, as Yang's stream quickly picked up momentum to a steady stream, splashing over her lower stomach and dripping down around her. She had wanted this...no, needed this. Yang's own warmth covered her completely, despite only really spreading over her waist. It was like the Yang's liquid heat was melting away at her insides, sending waves of heat pulsing through her very core. And now she knew why she had so desperately contemplated coming to ask for this. Lust, raw and uninhibited. Her womanhood longed for the touch of her fingers that usually only came when she drowned herself in her erotica novels, her body shivering with delight at the sensation of urine...no...Yang's urine, running over her sensitive skin. She couldn't help herself, not anymore. She moved to lean up, wanting to place her lips against Yang's own, to give way to these feelings of desire. How perfect it was that she didn't need to travel far. Her lips, hungry for a kiss of fiery passion, touched against Yang's on their way down, the two girls meeting halfway in this fit of lust. Yang's body continued down while her lips and tongue intertwining with Blake's, until she was fully laid against the girl beneath her. Their hips aligned, and now with Yang resting atop her roiling and yearning body, Blake's mind went blank as it chose only to focus on the increased heat coming from Yang's body, her honey, colored juices now pooling at the faunus' hips and dripping down not only her waist, but also betwixt her thighs, over her pulsing womanhood, joining the puddle below. Yang's hand had moved from her panties, allowing the fabric to briefly soak up her urine before letting it spill down in a more chaotic and formless manner, instead opting to reach up and take a handful of Blake's breast, the light moisture on her fingers tingling against the girl's sensitive skin. Blake had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out as Yang took charge of the situation, as one might've expected. Her fingers began to gently roll over Blake's stiffened nipple, pinching it between her index and middle finger. And now, laying atop the girl, her other hand was free to trace it's way down the right side of Blake's naked form, over her hip, down underneath to briefly cup the curve of her rounded butt, and continuing down to squeeze the softest part of the underside of her thigh, pulling in a way that spread and lifted Blake's right leg to allow Yang's own to place up against Blake's swollen womanhood, sending the most pleasant tingles up through the feline girl's body. By now, Yang had emptied what relatively paltry amount she had been storing in her bladder, but the heat and the wetness remained between the two, now taking form in sweat and the liquid lust that flowed form each of their cores. Blake was quick to begin rocking her hips against the toned muscle of Yang's thigh, while the girl lifted her hips off the ground and continued to squeeze and pinch at her chest. At some point, Blake had stopped caring about the situation being awkward, or how things might turn out after this was all over. All she could focus on was the way that the buxom blonde was playing her like an instrument. She stopped being able to hold back her deep and lustful moans, only muffled by the kiss that both of them refused to let go of. She stopped caring when Yang let go of her thigh to move the hand between her own legs, rubbing at herself through her sodden panties, as by then she was nearing the peak of this mountain of pleasure that had built itself within her being. Bucking her hips in just such a way that her rear end and thighs were off the ground as she climaxed, Blake felt a scream rip through her chest, and was only quieted once more by Yang's own refusal to allow her lips to part. Her entire body was overcome in wave after wave of pure pleasure and delight, tensing and relaxing in rhythm while her own juices took their turn to cover Yang, squirting against the Blonde's thighs and dripping down to join the steaming puddle below. Yang was quick to catch up, being so entwined with Blake as she rode her orgasm out against her leg giving her all the push she needed to pleasure herself in the right was that she was able to reach her climax just before the Ebony-haired Huntress finished hers. It hadn't been a long event...only lasting the better part of twenty minutes. But by the end of it, both girls were left out of breath, their bodies tingling and collapsed against one another. Neither one gave any thought to what might come in the morning, or what they may need to do for clean up. In fact, there was hardly any time for thought at all. Yang's weight rolled off of Blake and rested on the ground beside her, the blonde's chest heaving and heart pounding just as hard and fast as the faunus' own, her eyes sliding shut as her body came down to earth from the skies of passion, and Blake's own body still quivered and twitched in the wake of her earth-shattering orgasm. Neither could keep their eyes open for very long, and simply relented to the pleasant aftermath of sleep as it washed over their bodies. (The real bumblebee ending ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
  7. So I usually don't stray too far from the roleplaying topics but I figured I'd stumble away from there a bit to share some links (>.0)7 A while back on the site there was a topic about a NicoVid Uploaded who ended several of their videos by showing partially animated scenes of some anime girls wetting themselves, using art, audio, and the Voiceroid voice emulation software. I didn't keep track of the topic itself but I did keep track of the uploader to see if they would put up any more, and after some rooting around through links and other videos (I can't read japanese >0<) It seems like this is something of a small genre, or at the very least the uploader in question has some collaboration with others. The same characters pop up in different places but from what I can tell they're different "channels." Some of the videos featuring wetting are gameplay videos with Japanese Voiceroid VO's, while others take on more of a "Visual Novel" style of video. I haven't done a lot of extensive rooting through the channels themselves, but I know that there are videos featuring desperation, fear wetting, and one or two featuring Messing. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/101351/video Above is a link to the channel originally featured in the topic mentioned above. Most of the videos are PUBG gameplay featuring a purple haired character and a blonde character who wears diapers. Sometimes a black haired schoolgirl is featured and one video features what seems to me to be a "guest," a brown haired loli. One of the videos features messing desperation on the part of the blonde girl. From what I can gleam from watching their videos here and others they appear in, the purple haired girl's name is Yukarin and the Blonde is Maki, and either they both have an omorashi fetish or some offshoot or both are just really bad at monitoring liquid intake when they play video games. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/9618309/video This uploader doesn't appear to exclusively upload videos with wetting content, but anything that features the pink female bathroom icon or wetting or yellow liquid in the thumbnail usually has some. Some of the videos are about a half hour long though so it might be worth it to anyone not particularly interested in Voiceroid Lets Plays to skip to the last 2-3 minutes. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/24811075 I'm including this one hesitantly because it seems like the vast majority of their uploads do not feature omorashi-related content, but a lot of their videos feature Yukarin or Maki or both, and some of those seem to at least feature one of the two mentioning drinks like coffee, so it sounds like they may be playing with full bladders or something to that effect. There's one visual-novel style video where it seems like Yukarin has an almost-made it style accident after being stuck in traffic with Maki. https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/63466718/video This one is a bit more lucrative as far as wetting content goes. It seems to be the dedicated channel of the brown haired girl from the first channel linked. I know that there's at least three wetting scenes among the videos, one in each of the videos titled as [HL2 Mod] and one in the star ocean video with the yellow teacup in the thumbnail. I didn't go too in depth as far as searching out videos as some of them have several pages of videos, many of which reach over 20 minutes in length, but it seems like there's either a small community of video makers for this or it's a set of characters used, but either way, it's worth a look. If there are any English and Japanese speaking users that would like to provide some clearer context as to what is going on in some of the videos I'd love to hear from them ^0^ as for the fact that the first link had already been posted, it'd be well appreciated if the OP from that topic could make themselves known. I'd feel bad for taking credit in that case > ~ < Also happy New Year everybod After a cursory google search, at least one of the characters is a character directly assosciated with Voiceroid. The "Yukarin" character is actually named Yukari, and is to Voiceroid as Hatsune Miku is to Vocaloid, as far as I can gleam. Maki is another character from a different generation of the product.
  8. Jacqi Lantern

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    ε-(≖д≖﹆)
  9. Jacqi Lantern

    Lucina returns to Wake her Blade!?: Smash Bros.

    (like to say Merry Christmas to everyone reading :3) "Lucina!" I barely have time to begin walking towards the station before I hear my name being called from behind me, the familiar tone keeping the smile alive and well on my features. I turn to face the owner of said voice, and find my old friend and companion, Robin. Well, one of them anyway. She looks just the same as she did Four years ago, not having aged a day. Same white hair, done up in large twin tails. Same bulky outfit with distinctive purple long coat. And just in character for her, she was towing a very large and heavy looking chest behind her, dragging it along by the handle while the opposite end dragged along the ground behind her, leaving no scratches as it slid across smooth leather pads. I can only imagine the overwhelming number of books and scrolls she will have brought with her. Part of me wonders what she packs first, her books or her clothes. "Robin!" I call back, smiling and waving with my free hand as she rushed over, obviously debating going for a hug but deciding that she should stop just in front of me, standing up straight and merely giving me a smile. She probably didn't wish to jostle luggage with me trying for a hug. Even though we're both essentially the same height, I still have to glance up slightly to look her in the eye. "It's good to see you! It said in the letter everyone was getting re-invited, but I didn't know if you'd make it!" she says. Just the few words made a feeling of warmth well up in my chest. This Robin was the one I had known during my first bout of time here. The same Robin I had roomed with, and the same Robin that remembered me, not some other Lucina in another space. "It's good to see you too...Where have you been all this time?" I ask, curious to hear where this Robin had been that she had to return. Plenty of the fighters elected to remain during the "off season," as it was called here. Time when the Colosseum itself was closed off, but practice fields and all other leisure activities of the town were available, but I would only guess that those that were "returning" had some reason for leaving in the first place. We start walking as Robin explains to me what she had been up to. Apparently she remained behind for quite some time, but everyone else in our wing had other things to attend to. Her male counterpart, Marth, and Ike all left not too long after I myself did, and then Roy and both Corrins soon after that. After everyone else had left, she found it quite lonely in our wing, and so she chose to leave too, and had been spending time fighting for a couple Kingdoms. first one called Askr, and then one called Aytolis. Hearing that, I remind myself that just as there were multiple versions of myself and her, there had to be multiple versions of the same Outrealms. She asks me where I've been, apparently happy to gloss over the inevitable conversation where we both have met multiple versions of ourselves in our journey, but during our conversation we had gotten in line at the station to register our fighter status, and we had come up next in line. I approach first, looking through the glass window at the person on the other side. Regular denizens of the Smash Outrealm were known as "Wireframes," and resembled the outlines of average humans. They are almost entirely bluish-purple in color, with white lines on their partially see-through skin to denote where their body ended, and purple rods inside them that I can only imagine functions as their skeleton. Also inside them is a visible, quite large heart, though it is one that is shaped more like an emblem or drawing than a normal heart, and one their faces they bear the emblem of the Crazy Master, the ruler of the Smash Outrealm. In fact, I think I heard Mario say at one point that the Wire Frames were fighters in the colloseum, before fighters came along. "Good Afternoon..." I say, taking a guess by the lighting outside at what time it was, "Lucina and Robin here....the girl Robin." The Wire Frame Man's head made several motions like he was looking us over, then he turned his attention to a "holographic screen" to his right. I'm almost amazed to watch the technology at work again. Words merely float in place without any ink or paper of any kind, and he just taps away at them and it does things. I have a hard time using them around the city, but Robin usually helped me, so I was always left to admire how neat the whole concept was. "Lucina and Robin F..." he speaks. I had forgotten just how jarring the Wire Frame's voices were. They sound as though someone had taken the odd language that Mr. Game and Watch speaks and contorted it to common human speech. Still, it would be rude of me to make a face, so I don't. Instead I nod, gesturing to myself and Robin, who nods back on her own. The man spends a few moments poking away at the magical screen, before rolling away in a chair that had wheels on it, I know, an odd concept, but an effective one. He wheeled himself over to a tall cabinet where he produced two stiff looking cards, and took those over to some device with a light being shone down onto a glass surface. "There are some changes to the operations this year ladies..."' he explains, wheeling back to the window and producing a set of cards that we had to put fingerprints on last time, presumably desiring a new set. I begin to pull my gloves off to avoid getting ink on them while stepping aside to allow Robin to go first, her and her gloveless fingers. As I'm waiting on Robin, and listening to the man before us, I began to look around, sating my curiosity as to who all was arriving at the same time as us. Just from looking around, I can see Fox and Falco in the other line across the way, along with Sonic behind them. I turn slightly to look over my shoulder at the people lined up behind us, and see only quite a few, though they all came from the same place. We were never given names to call them, nor could they speak as far as I could tell, so everyone always just called them The Villagers. One of them catches me looking and smiles at me, giving a cute little wave, and I can't help but giggle a bit. Meanwhile, the Wire Frame man had been explaining to us that there would be a Meeting for all fighters that had only been around for the past three tournaments, and hadn't been around for the second or first. The Crazy Master wished to hold a meet and greet for all of us not classified as "Mainstays." "There's also been a change in housing situation." he says. I return my attention to him at this, and Robin looks slightly puzzled. When last we were here, the fighters had all been organized into one large and tall building, taking moderate living spaces, living with one other person from their respective realm, and organized into wings based on where they all came from. Last time, Robin and I had been living together on a floor with the Hero King and Ike, Roy and Corrin, and the other Corrin and the Other Robin, given the fact that we all came from a realm where there existed a fire emblem in some form, though in truth, I feel as though the Corrins and Roy were the only ones out of place among us. As I step up to provide finger prints for the Wire Frame man, he continues to explain. "This year the Crazy Master has decided to dedicate and renovate the old fighter housing building to suite our new boss fighters. The regular fighters will be moved to two new buildings on the Colosseum grounds. Women in one building, and Men in the other. Then the old organization will apply." he explains. I frown, and Robin seems to reflect my sentiments. "That seems a little exclusive doesn't it?" I mention, and the man seems exasperated by my comment. "It's not my call, but I suspect it has something to due with the complaints by that pretty pink Princess." he says in a gruff tone. Without naming names, I can imagine which pink princess he was referring to. I sigh. She Would have a lot of influence around here, based on how much pull Mario himself seems to have. Rolling my fingers back and forth on the card, the I watch as the man moves away from the counter to stir a bit of steaming liquid in a glass and then roll over to where the cards had been set, now bearing pictures of both myself and Robin, and sporting some text I cannot read from this far away. The stirring of his drink made me remember how my bladder had been sitting heavily in my abdomen before stepping out of the gate, and now that it had my attention again, it seemed all the more urgent. Clearing my throat, I turn to Robin just in time to catch her shifting her weight from foot to foot, and she too turns to me. Both of us seem to be confused as to what the cards were for as the Man returns and hands them to us. Closer up, I see that the card is labeled as a "Fighter Pass," and possesses some general information about me such as my height, hair and eye color, name... "These cards are your keys to the city ladies." he says, "Pay for everything, gets you into your homes at night, and identify yourselves with 'em." he explains, handing us each separate slips of paper reading 311A and 313A respectively. "Those are your room numbers, the new fighter houses are due west of the Colosseum" I look to Robin as I take the slip between my fingers as I had the card, avoiding touching the ink to the surfaces of either. Seems we wouldn't be rooming together this time...though she offers a smile anyway. "We'll still be close together anyway." She assures, which puts the smile back on my face. She then turns to the man, shuffling her feet once again, "Is there a privy in this building? Somewhere to ehm...wash the ink off?" She asks, presenting her fingers. The man seems confused by her request. "What in the world's a privy?" "Oh...ehm...what do you people call it...A..." "A bathroom." I speak up, reminded of the fact that this place combines the use of the outhouse with the bathhouse. Robin snaps and nods, turning to the man expectantly. Rather than answering verbally, he points to a set of blue doors labeled with a pink drawing of a woman in a dress and a blue drawing of what I could only ever guess is a Man. "Thank you." We both say in unison, before making our way over to the bathrooms. Robin suggests we take our luggage inside to avoid having it made off with while we're inside, and I comply, bringing the burlap sack in with me as I step after Robin. The room is certainly of a different breed to the outhouses and privies I am used to using. The mirror lining the west wall, the bright lights overhead, and the polished, smooth and clean looking stone on the walls and underfoot make it seem almost alien. The "toilets" as they were called were separated into small seperated rooms called "stalls", and under the mirror was a long steel basin used for washing one's hands off. Robin quickly shoots me a nervous grin and shuffles to the furthest stall, leaving her trunk outside the door. I chuckle to myself and make my way to the stall next to hers, leaving my belongings just outside the door where I could still look under and see if they were being moved, then turned to face the toilet, only to feel a dumbfounded expression cross my face to match my feelings. It resembled a toilet as I knew it from last time I was in this Outrealm, though now it was shaped in a slightly more angular fashion, and on the side of the seat was a new extension sporting odd raised pictures. Beside me, I can hear Robin finish shuffling her clothes out of the way, her large coat dropping to the floor and her pants bunching up around her legs as she pulls them down. While I don't mean to be eavesdropping, it's hard not to hear her as the sound of liquid pouring into liquid fills the room, followed by a slight sight from the woman next to me. I grimace a bit, the noise agitating my own bladder, and I start to try and flip my tunic up to pull my own pants down without getting ink on them at all. I barely get my fingers safely wiggled between my skin and my small clothes when all of a sudden I hear Robin let out a shriek and hear a mess of sounds from the stall beside me, ending in a heavy thud and a groan, with splattering liquid pervading the cacophony. Scowling, I pull my hands from my trousers and rush from my stall to Robin's knocking into the door and throwing it open. "Robin! Are you...all...ah...oh dear..." As I rush to see what's wrong, I am greeted with a most...unusual sight. Robin was seated on the ground, apparently having fallen, with her trousers around her ankles, and the toilet she had been sitting on spraying a stream of water upwards out of the bowl onto the floor between her ankles. Worse still though...was that she had not yet finished her business, and on the floor beneath her, spread a puddle of pale yellow liquid, seeping out from under her rear end and filling the space between her...rather soft-looking thighs. In the brief moment of shock both of us were left in after I had busted in, I briefly observe that Robin has no smallclothes to speak of, and as the water coming from the toilet mixes with the urine on the floor, Robin's face lights up bright red and she curls her legs up, covering her womanhood with her hands and closing her thighs, which only served to spread the mess as now her urine streamed through her fingers enough to sprinkle the back of her pants and her boots. No words come to my mouth as I watch the scene unfold. I can only guess that Robin had been startled by the stream of water and leapt up only to continue her business as she fell on her rear end, resulting in this mess. Both her stream and the toilet's stream seem to die down and cease at the same time, leaving only the tow of us in the brief, awkward moment that fate had granted us.
  10. I always feel exceptionally conflicted whenever I am about to step through the Outrealm gates. Sure, adventuring through the distant worlds that lie in parallel to my home is enjoyable...I've met many new friends and honed my skills to become a great warrior that would make my father proud. I've seen vast expanses of foreign plains against the sunset, marched alongside countless allies, forged deep friendships that will follow me throughout the rest of my life. And yet, the adventures always seem to be bittersweet in the end. I can never bring myself to settle down. Ever since I first stepped through the Outrealm gate in Ylisse, I've been compelled to keep moving on. I had initially set out to find some purpose with myself, as all my companions did after Grima had been defeated, and yet I had yet to find it. Until now that is. Because I'm not going to a new Outrealm this time...I'm going back to one. Back to a place where my shoulders can be free from the burden of fighting for kingdoms, or protecting the lives of my companions. Back to the only place where I truly felt like I had a home, despite how odd it was to me initially. As I clutch the opened letter in my hand, staring at the crimson red seal that clung to the paper, I can feel my heart start to race in my chest. I feel excited, because I think I know what keeps me looking for new Outrealms and new places. I crave battle. And it makes sense that I would, when considering the world I grew up in. Every time peace has befallen the lands I tread, I suddenly feel the urge to move on, to keep seeking out a place where I can make my living behind my sword. It almost makes me laugh thinking about it, as I tuck the letter into the burlap sack slung over my shoulder. Me, nothing more than a mercenary at heart. Still, I can't deny that I've never felt happier, than I did in the very first Outrealm I visited. Hefting the pack on my shoulder, I step forward, leaving behind the castle I had been calling home up until now, shutting my eyes as a gentle sensation washes over my body, goosebumps forming on my skin as the light overtakes me, tingling through my entire being. It is...a most pleasant feeling. I keep walking, and as I walk, I have time to reflect on what has lead me to this point. The first Outrealm I ever visited upon leaving Ylisse was the one I am returning too now. The place seemed almost wholly alien back then. Everything was so futuristic. Even death was no concept there, as it could not seem to hold grasp over anyone. And as there is no death, it had become a gathering grounds for great and powerful warriors to test their mettle against one another. However, back then...I did not want to it last. I felt so uncomfortable, seeing Robin...two Robins even, and fighting alongside the Radiant Hero and The Hero King themselves...even towards the end, I found myself unsettled by the strange sense of familiarity I felt from these..."Roy" and "Corrin" characters...all three of them gave me a sense of grim familiarity that I could not pinpoint. I left after only a year...perhaps not even that. I had a short lived stay in an Outrealm that bore similar technology to the last...though the architecture focused more on bronze and brass than steel, and the air filled itself with steam constantly. And I was not the only one to leave. The very same Radiant Hero and Hero King I had been fighting with and against for a year, and one of the Robins as well, we all fell into the same Outrealm then, and the same after that even. I was reunited with Corrin, only to find out he was not the Corrin I had come to know. In fact, he remembered nothing of his time fighting alongside all of us. After fighting to unite the kingdoms of Hosido and Nohr, I moved on yet again. I do not retain very strong memories of where I went from there. I recall a place where I was able to fight alongside my father again, which I remember making me deeply happy for a time, though I had the sneaking suspicion back then that he may in fact not be my father, but a different father to a different Lucina. I traveled briefly to the continent of Valm in what seemed to be it's past, fading in and out as though I was under fever... There was a realm where I met twin royals fighting to save their mother from an evil prince...alongside a Chrom who did not remember me. The same was the case for Marth, and Ike, and Corrin once again. Ryoma, Xander, and all the other Hosidan nobles did not know me either. It was then that my suspicions became hypothesis. I may be journeying through all these places, and these Robins and Chroms I was meeting, they weren't always the same ones. The Lucina that they knew was not me. It was sobering...and it made me lonely. Only fitting then that in my lonliness, I was then thrust into another war conflict where it seemed that the tactician was making use of the fact that there were multiple heroes from all different outrealms, by bringing them all together in one mighty force to combat the Kingdom's enemies. I was only the latest addition to the slew of Lucinas that already inhabited my new home. Some of them were respectable sorts, honorable and courageous, as I like to think I am myself...but then there was one that had become engulfed in the "Marth" persona I had put on for a time...and one that got to wear the cutest little rabbit suit all the time. There were Four versions of my father, Four Robins, FIVE Camillas, SIX Corrins....if I had any doubts about my findings to that point, it seemed fate handed me all the proof I would ever need. And it was this revelation that has sent me into a period of sadness. I became acutely aware of just how long it had been since I left home. Six years. Six years, and I had not aged a single day. I still wonder to this day if it is the way time flows in the Outrealms that keeps me young, or if it may be the gates themselves. and where had all my traveling got me...? Another kingdom needing saved, only this time I was just one Lucina of many. All the other Lucinas could tell me exactly what happened in Ylisse six years ago. They all shared my father, yet some had different mothers...some could not best me in a sword fight not for lack of skill but for lack of experience, so I could gather that I was likely older than some of the other Lucinas, yet we all appeared the same age. I began to question my own existence. How much of myself was actually me, and how much was just background to what could be the real Lucina. Why was I running from Outrealm to Outrealm, when I could have just stayed and grown old in my rightful home? That's when it showed up in the castle. Appearing from nowhere one day upon my bed. A single white letter, bound in a futuristic style of envelope, and plastered closed with a red seal bearing the symbol of the Smash Outrealm. And that's what brought me to take these steps through this gate, my boots making no noise as they walk along a pathway of pure light, toward the end of a spiraling blue tunnel. Time does not exist here, yet it feels to me as though I walk for days every single time I pass through these corridors. I somewhat regret having so much to drink at breakfast this morning now that the tingling sensation continues to rack my body as I walk...but I do not know how far Askr lies from the Smash Outrealm, and I wished to be full of energy for the journey. After what feels like it could be hours of walking I begin to grow concerned. It would be folly of myself to claim that I have never felt any need for...relief whilst traveling the Outrealm gates before, but I had always arrived someplace before things escalated to an emergency. Now I can feel my body betraying my plans to stave off dehydration by filling my bladder at a rapid rate, something that is made all the more uncomfortable by the buzzing sensation that still dances through my body with every step I take. In the back of my mind, I begin to wonder what might happen if I need to make a...erhm....stop. Will I even be able to somewhere in the Outrealms like this? All I can see and have ever seen are blue and yellow lights flowing in streams and swirling about while what look like stars dot the colors. I scold myself mentally for looking at the flowing yellow light. Yet, as I begin to feel less confident in my ability to stave off taking a break, I begin to feel warmth run through my muscles once again. As I start to feel as though I am walking through molasses, I can hear my memories given physical form. The roar of a crowd brings a smile to my face as I know that I've arrived. Shutting my eyes, I can almost picture it again, as I lock blades with the Radiant Hero, dashing through blue flames in order to deliver a decisive blow. "Lu-ci-na! Lu-ci-na! Lu-ci-na!" When I finally hear the crowd fading away, and open my eyes, I am standing on a platform, having just passed through the light of the Outrealm gate, stepping onto hard metal flooring. Looking around, I recognize the skyline, the tall buildings that house every spectator in this realm. What I came to know as a "Blimp" flies overhead, displaying a simple message in bright red wording. "WELCOME FIGHTERS." I feel a smile cross my face as I look ahead of me, seeing the makeshift port attached to the rest of the city, where all different sorts of transport were dropping off familiar faces. Already I can see a number of wildly outlandish looking flying machines landing in designated spaces, and exiting one is the familiar face of Captain Falcon, who had proved something of a rival to me back in the day. While we are exposed to the open air, all the different methods of arrival are still separated from the rest of the floating city by one building that some of the other fighters call a "Station." From where I am, I can see the wire-frames, citizens of this Outrealm, directing all the different fighters on where they should go to be registered quickly and moved to their living spaces. Breathing a heavy sigh, and feeling a gust of wind blow my hair back, I allow the smile that had been tugging at my lips to fully spread across my face. I can now feel it in my chest, as though something in my had become immensely satisfied with my decision to return. I'm home.
  11. Jacqi Lantern

    "What I Saw"-A RWBY Fic

    Hello again everyone! I'm back to tell the second of my three stories ?, But before I tell it, I have to address something too ?. Some people have tried to figure out who I am, or asked me for names of myself or the girl the story was about. Sorry, but I'm not about social suicide or homicide, so you'll just have to make do with the image of the girl I put out there. As for Duke, some people asked about him, and I really slipped up there. Essentially, he's a second year student who likes gambling and skulls a lot. Really scary, but I won't put my relationship to him out there either! As for my name, I've decided against the whole naming convention they use in ask columns. Instead of "Vivacious Voyeur," I think I'm just going to start signing off as "ViVi." The double V's stand for the same thing but I personally feel like it's a lot less traceable. Internet security is no joke kids! ? Anyway, time to move on to the story. This one's gonna be a shorter one, to provide a stop gap between the two more major incidents, but it's unique in that it actually doesn't involve student, but staff here at Beacon. Once again, I can't reveal identities, and I can be even less descriptive this time due to how few female staff there are here, but your clue is that she's usually a teacher. ? Now I've never really been a "hot for teacher," type, Thought usually doesn't even cross my mind when I run through my sexual fantasies. But, this particularly incident has made my classes with her over the semester very surreal and tense to say the least. I can't say what brought her to the point she was at, but I do know it had to be an incredibly dire situation. So I had stayed behind in a lecture room past my last class for the day because I was in the middle of doing some coursework on the history of grimm in the area, so technically that room was supposed to be completely vacant. I guess I hadn't even noticed it but I had been locked in at the time. But I was taken from my work when I heard the doorknob rattling frantically. I watched it cautiously, until it was thrust open and a very red faced Ms. Desperate came bursting through the door. I don't think I've ever seen someone her age in as much of a state she was in. Luckily for me I was way in the back of the room, so I got to bear witness to everything this desperation brought. She slammed the door behind her. Leaned back against it for a moment and thrust a hand into her tight pencil skirt, grimacing and fighting against the will of her knees to buckle right there. Her face was sweating, making her hair stick to her skin beneath her glasses. It was truly magnificent to see such a normally cold and composed woman so frantic. Without even looking to make truly sure she was alone, she made a grab for the trashcan by the door, normally reserved for pencil shavings and gum, and pulled it from the corner, having to bend over, which gave me a nice view of her round rump as it swung about in desperate circles. She hiked up her skirt, going to pull down her pantyhose and a pair of ungodly frilly purple panties that seemed to be the slightest bit too small by the way they had wedged between her cheeks and the resistance they gave her when pulling them down. She got them to her knees and even that seemed to be a challenge, as she spurted and dribbled several times , spraying clear pee down her legs and all over the floor as she whimpered and squatted over the trash can. I don't think I've ever heard as strong a stream as what came out of her, as I watched from behind, a torrent shooting from between her thighs, nearly tipping the light little trash can with the force it hit the side with. She let out this almost sensual moan of relief and reached up to take her glasses off and wipe the sweat from her face, and as she did, the room was filled with the sound of her letting out a very loud and long fart, and then several more shorter puff of gas after that, her body shivering with the release. Since her back was to me, I didn't get to see her expressions, but I could tell she needed this like a fisherman needs a rod. My personal show lasted about 2 minutes as she peed until the trash can was nearly full, clearing her throat and standing up, looking down to where she'd splattered all over the floor, and the trash can beneath her, the wetness in the crotch of her panties and her pantyhose, all without pulling her clothes into order mind you, so I still got to watch her butt ? And then she turned around to see Little old dumbfounded me, red in the face and staring at her, half naked and dripping. She didn't react right away, probably as shocked as I was, but she was quick to start scolding me fervently while trying frantically to cover herself. She pulled her panties back up, (without even wiping mind you ?) and whipped her pantyhose up so fast they ripped at her thighs, shoving her skirt down last and hastily. I had to explain myself, but she really didn't have any leg to stand on as far as punishment went. I had a massive amount of blackmail on her after all :3. So yeah, that's the story of how I got an A in her classes, despite skipping every test and never turning in homework. I'll be around in good time to share the last story with you all but that was just something to keep ya'll going! Keep on the Lookout! -ViVi
  12. Jacqi Lantern

    "What I Saw"-A RWBY Fic

    I am a Second year at Vale's one and only Huntsman/Huntress Academy, Beacon. I am also one of the biggest closeted perverts you will ever meet. Luckily, nobody has ever found out, I think I would have to go curl up and die if somebody did. See, I'm kinky like the body of an old pre-airship car. I like when women are embarrassed in public situations, it's some sick turn on for me. I also like when they're squatting or sitting down and their pants ride down and you can see that little strip of underwear, or butt crack. Oh, and I've kind of got a thing for feet too, but that doesn't really come up all that often. My biggest and most shameful secret fetish though is that I am obsessed with other girl's bathroom needs. Y'know, peeing and pooping? Gross right? Well that's what I like. From the moment they first need it to the the last moment of relief they get as they sit down and let it all out, it's all one big treat for me to see. I especially like it if they get really desperate for the toilet, and they're squirmers. You know, those girls that just can't sit still and bear it? That gotta let everyone and anyone know that they gotta go? Yeah, that gets me off, probably mostly because they're embarrassed too, and their squirming usually involves them shaking their asses. Now I would become a social pariah if anyone found this out, so I've been extra careful not to let anyone know. Even my teammates haven't found out yet and I LIVE with them. I can't say what team I'm a part of because it might get out and ruin all of our reps, but I guess you already know I'm a Second Year so take your pick I guess. There have been a couple instances this semester though that I thought my secret was going to get out. I don't know where Ozpin found these first years, but on three separate occasions, I got to live out a sexual fantasy the likes of which I thought I would never get to see. Since I'm never going to get to be able to talk about it with anyone, I figured I could at least share it on the internet where nobody's going to figure out I guess I'll start with the first one. Funnily enough, it happened the very first week back at school. Everyone had just started to settle back in and everything, hell, I hadn't even finished unpacking yet. Now, I'll be the first to admit I'm kind of nerdy. Like, there's a chair at the library that probably smells like my perfume with how often I'm using it. And all through last year, as far as I could tell, I was the only student like that. At least the only one that used it just for reading books, and not for playing card games like Duke does ?. But this year, for that first week, and every week after that now, there's been this other girl that's in there almost every day for at least a few hours after classes. She's a first year, kind of on the taller side, with long black hair and a really pale complexion. Slim, but I'll tell you she's got the cutest butt I've ever seen. Like, perfect shape, and toned, but with just enough of a jiggle to it that you can see it through her uniform skirt and just...ugh! I guess I'll stop describing her cause she probably wouldn't want to be recognized, but that's about as much as ya'll need to know about her looks. Anyway, she's really bookish, and by the end of the first week, I was noticing that she was always alone. I figured she was shy, so I was gonna be a good upperclassman and offer to be her friend. After all, we both like books, so we could bond over that. So i kind of stalked her for an evening on the third floor of Beacon's library, and waited until it was looking like she gonna leave. Once she headed for the elevator I kind of rushed in after her, looking like I was in a hurry so I could get in on the same lift. Nice girl. Held the door for me. So now we're in this enclosed space, and the first thing I notice is that she's actually taller than me, which is a little embarrassing, since I'm older. She's also shifting around on her feet a little bit, so i think at the time she's probably nervous. A reclusive girl like her probably doesn't like standing so close to other people. And I notice she's holding a copy of "Jane Ecru." I've read that! This is my in! At least, that's what I thought. Just as I was about to open my mouth, the elevator audibly hitched and grinding, knocking me off my feet and causing her to stumble to the wall. The light flickered and the elevator's buzzer started to go off like an alarm. My first thought was that the elevator was going to fall, and I let out an embarrassingly shrill scream. It was actually the first year girl that calmed me down by yelling at me that the elevator was just stuck from across the cramped box. Embarrassed, I cleared my now slightly-sore throat and leaned up to hit the emergency red button and then the door release button. No good. The doors were locked up, and the only response we got was a little red L.E.D that came on in the elevator with a label next to it reading "Call received." I remember grumbling about how such a state of the art school had such an old and crappy library/elevator, but I got no response from the other girl. In fact, she seemed pretty content to stay quiet and ignore most of my questions, scooching her way to the corner of the elevator and leaning into it, staring at her feet, while continuing to shift around. At this point I still thought she was just nervous. Since I didn't know how long we were going to be there, I whipped my Scroll out to first, tell my team where I was, and secondly, call the school library desk to make sure they knew we were hear. She said she did but they had to call the janitor back from home and it could be any amount of time before we get out. Apparently we were stuck between the second and first floor, so we weren't in danger even if it fell. We'd only fall a couple feet. That was reassuring at least, so I decided to relax and just sit on the floor to wait it out, going to play around on the scroll itself. My action seemed to remind the other girl that the school gave her a scroll to use and she too sent a message to her team, or it least it looked like it. The next half hour was pretty uneventful. I decided not to press things with the first year and just sat there playing a mobile game, still getting over my embarrassment for screaming like a baby at a falling elevator. But this is where the story starts to turn for the sexual, cause I notice her make a really sudden move out of the corner of my eye. Using my super-great huntress reflexes, I peer over to see that she had grabbed the front of her skirt when she thought I wasn't looking, crossing her ankles. My eyes widened and I spoke before I could stop myself. "Gotta pee?" That got her attention all right. First of all, she let go of her skirt and brought her hand behind her back, her cheeks lighting up and her eyes shooting me a nasty look. "No." Fair enough. But that reaction was all I needed. I now understood what was going on. This girl had to pee and she was trying to hide it from me. I was stuck in here with her and there was no telling how long we'd be here. I felt a shiver go up my spine at the thought, but I was equally as nervous, cause this would be the worst way for my secret to get out. Perving on some shy first year while she's in a vulnerable situation? Still, it was kind of exciting. There wasn't much I could do at that point, so I went back to playing my game. But I started to sneak looks over at her whenever I could. Unfortunately, she wasn't really the overly squirmy type, but now that I know, I could tell she had to go pretty bad. Whenever she thought I wasn't looking, she was sneaking a tug at her skirt's front or a little bounce in place, and she was standing with her ankles crossed, the foot in back tapping the tip of her shoe against the elevator floor. She would bite her lip in a way that got me feeling hot in a very comfy way... But then I noticed it was hot in a very uncomfy way too. Our combined body heat and the lack of air conditioning in the elevator had begun to heat the little box up it would seem. It wasn't unbearable or dangerous by any means, but I could see a little sheen of sweat appearing on her legs, and mine as well. I decided I would try to converse with her again... "Getting hot in here?" I joked. She didn't reply again. From that point, her state only seemed to get worse, as every little tell she was doing only got more frequent and less discreet. After about an hour and twenty minutes, she had her hand gently tugging down the front of her skirt at all times, as though she didn't care if I saw it anymore or not, and she was doing a little swaying dance in place, moving first from her stance with her crossed ankles, to two feet, where she rubbed her thighs together or would bounce a little bit, and move to the other foot, crossing her ankles again. Her breathing was a little more frantic, and her eyes stared at the doors longingly. I was in heaven right about now, so I couldn't have asked for a better experience, but after about ten minutes of this going on, I heard her give a little noise of surprise, like a squeak or a mewl. I didn't even try to hide my gaze this time. My head turned and I saw that she had her legs crossed and one hand gently pressing her skirt between her side, her other hand gripping her boot tightly to her chest while her upper body curled over a bit to keep balance. That was it. I knew what had happened all to well, and the knowledge of what had just transpired meant there were now two different wet patches on two different sets of panties in that elevator. I probably should have left well enough alone, after how she'd responded to me before, but I had to open my mouth again, openly staring at her now. "Hey, you okay?" I said. Of course, she quickly stamped her foot back down and uncrossed her legs, letting go of her crotch and glaring at me with a face as red as a christmas light. "Why don't you mind your own business!?" She snapped, her voice cracking in embarrassment. That was all the response I needed. I held my hands up in a mock surrender and turned back to my game, pretending that I wasn't having the time of my life. We were stuck in that elevator for another forty five minutes after that, and I wont lie, after about half that time I started to need to pee too, which was not helping the tension in the room by any means. The first year girl only had her state grow more frantic as time went on. After another ten minutes, she had to go back to having her legs crossed, and tugging at the front of her skirt. By now, the temperature in the little box had gotten high enough that I could see that her legs had a glisten of sweat to them, as did her neck and forehead, though that might have been from the red blush that had permanently stamped itself on her face. I was sweating too of course, mostly in my lower back and pits thought (Thank GAWD I kept my blazer on otherwise It'd have been super embarrassing for me too ?.) After twenty minutes she leaked again. And I know she leaked again, and that it was a pretty big leak, because I was looking when she suddenly winced, making another little mewl from her throat, and pressing her thighs together. And I saw, in the spot where the flesh of her thighs squished together, a bit of yellow tinted clear droplets falling to her knees and collecting there for a moment before soaking to her skin and disappearing among the glistening sweat. I swear I could have died and gone to heaven. I could just imagine the state she was in right now, her panties already soaked to the point of letting her leaks fall out down her legs. This complete stranger sitting right next to her, watching her nearing an accident. What I wouldn't have gave at that moment for a look up her skirt. Five minutes after that, she grabbed her crotch, and kept her hand there as she resumed dancing about in place. She was getting squirmier, and I knew her type quite well. They only started squirming when they were on the complete brink of an accident. It was their last resort. Now the question would be how squirmy would she get. Do I sound creepy? I feel like I sound really creepy. Anyway, she didn't seem to be checking whether I was looking anymore, which was good because my eyes were glued to her. The way her skirt swayed when she cocked her hips back and forth, the glistening liquid on her thighs. The burning blush on her face and the grimacing expression as she grabbed at her crotch through her skirt. I'd need to change my underwear when I got back home too, that's for sure. Now unfortunately, this story doesn't end with her wetting herself. I don't think I'd have been able to resist myself if she had (that's a joke, teehee.) She stayed that way for the next half hour, probably leaking a couple more times and getting a little more frantic with her dance. But finally, just when it seemed like I was going to get to sit here and watch this girl pee herself, the elevator made a whirring sound and rumbled a bit, before moving down yet again. I could swear I could see the light of god in her eyes as she stamped forward, bouncing and stamping her feet in front of the elevator door. Doing my best to swallow the lump in my throat, I got up from my spot on the floor, watching her squirming hips and frantic behavior. The doors open, and of course, she rushed right to the first floor girls room, not even stopping to address the librarian who was waiting for us. The woman looked at me, and all I could offer was a nervous chuckle and shrug. I asked if I was good to follow after the girl, since I knew the woman probably wanted to leave and go home, and when she nodded, I couldn't hurry to the bathroom fast enough. As soon as I swung that door open, my ears were graced with the sound of what sounded like a hose pouring liquid into a half full bucket. I felt my own face light up when I shuffled over to a stall of my own and chanced a look under the walls to see her. There she was, sitting two stalls away, with a pair of dark grey panties bunched up around one ankle, and I could see from where I was that they were completely soaked. She had leaked a lot, and it was heaven to imagine just how close she was to wetting herself. I stayed there and listened for a few moments, taking in the sound of her relief. Funnily enough, I can swear that I heard her make some noise close to purring. She didn't seem like a faunus though, so I was probably hearing things. When her stream started to die down, I decided to sit down and do my business in as little lewdness as I could imagine right then. I'm sure everyone reading this is waiting for the part where I start describing how I got off right there in the bathroom to the sound of this first year peeing in the same room as me, but sorry everyone, I was good girl this time! I did my business and left like a normal student, only a few minutes after the first year girl had left... Now for what I did later, that's up to everyone else ? But enough about that. I guess I can say that after that, her and I have developed something almost resembling a friendship. I didn't see her in the library the next day, but the day after that I found her in the usual spot, and I went up to her to apologize. Oddly enough, she chastised me for that, saying I didn't have anything to apologize to her for. The conversation kind of ended there, but after that, she started to come over to me, asking me if I knew where books were and things like that. We've talked a couple times, mostly about books or our respective teammates. She's nice enough. Makes me feel almost guilty about oogling her that night. But hey, beggars can't be choosers. Anyway, it's late enough and I think i'm starting to annoy my teammates by tapping away at the computer so late, so I'll have to tell the other two stories another time. Everyone have a great night and keep on the lookout! ? -Vivacious Voyeur in Vale
  13. Jacqi Lantern

    MMD Ruby and Yang's desperate ride

    I have to say the second version is of much higher quality than the first as far as writing goes. While I'm flattered that you would re-do a whole project just based on my own criticisms, I'm glad to hear you say you don't plan to make a habit of it! ^-^ Of course, while there are some things I still don't agree with as far as the writing goes, beggars can't be choosers, and honestly, the effort put in really earns lots of respect, at least from me. Kudos and keep it up! ?
  14. Jacqi Lantern

    MMD Ruby and Yang's desperate ride

    I really don't like to come from nowhere and sound like a negative Nancy in most cases, but I enjoy looking at your work enough to maybe give some feedback here or there. In any case, I'm sorry to say but it's really obvious that you either haven't seen RWBY or don't really have that firm of a grasp on the characters of either Ruby or Yang. Their dynamic feels really off, with Yang being more or less cruel towards her younger sister, in stark contrast to her playful teasing from the source material. After Ruby stormed away angry, I really half expected Yang to finally start to at least try and console her, but it just didn't happen. There's also the RubyXLink gag that just makes Ruby come off as sexually promiscuous more than anything, which is way out of left field. I understand it's a joke and supposed to be played for laughs, but it just really sits wrong with me. There's also for the fact that for how desperate Ruby was to get off the bike before she wet herself, she sure had time to spare to watch her sister fully relieve herself. I guess it's wrong of me to assume you haven't seen the show, and I guess I can kind of see the effort with her self reflection at the end, but Yang's portrayal in particular in this animation just really rubs the wrong way... though on the positive side, Ruby's wetting scene was very nicely done, and the expressions are well done as usual.
  15. Jacqi Lantern

    A Change of Heart and Pants (Persona 5)

    I'm so jealous ? I wish I'd thought of this. Honestly though, good work. Great read.