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  1. Jacqi Lantern

    Boobs or Butts?

    Butts are kinky, but boobs are vanilla and pure. Butts >:3
  2. Jacqi Lantern

    The Guild Apprentice

    It is a hate crime to stop a bard from playing. PLAY
  3. Jacqi Lantern

    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.)
  4. Jacqi Lantern

    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)_/¯ )
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    The Guild Apprentice

    Do not lewd the Bashful Bard (´・ω・`)
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    The Guild Apprentice

    Teasing didn't go so well last time. The sensible option in this case would probably be to promise to keep it secret, AND ALSO Jest that it would make a good story for the extra dialogue.
  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

    uwu?

    ε-(≖д≖﹆)
  9. Jacqi Lantern

    The Guild Apprentice

    The humble option will probably win the most favor, given how tense the situation is. Feel better btw :<
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. Jacqi Lantern

    The Guild Apprentice

    *ahem part 2* Margo turns to run and pee in the corner but runs smack into Shibo and pees herself on top of us Andi also had to go no.2 this whole time, but is far too shy to admit, and is growing desperate upon all the bathroom commotion (to appease to the others o3o)
  13. Jacqi Lantern

    The Guild Apprentice

    *ahem* Margo Wets Herself~♪
  14. Jacqi Lantern

    The Guild Apprentice

    Looking at it like a game, having been peed on by Margo would almost certainly balance out any underlying feelings Andi might have about us blowing her off >;3, There's also the benefit of us technically siding with Ayla to keep moving, and if Margo makes it because of us, it would almost surely ingratiate her to us and help to remove some of that icy exterior. I say we should at least offer the carry.
  15. Jacqi Lantern

    The Guild Apprentice

    At the risk of tie breaking, I too would vote living quarters