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  1. Okay, as indicated in my last post, I'm gonna lay out some of the stuff that might come up in lewd/kinky/toilet scenes that might be objectionable to some -Minor watersports (No pee-drinking) -Free peeing (Popping a squat, or the character is nude or partially nude while peeing, peeing while standing, etc) -Free pooping (as above) Any other kinks that do show up are unrelated to bodily functions (bondage for example), and are minor enough that I figure they are unlikely to offend.
  2. Chapter - Ten The short walk into the secluded clearing Victoria had spotted felt like an eternity. My patience, however, was quickly rewarded - As I stepped forward into our hiding spot, Vicky made her move. I found myself pushed up against one of the trees, and before I could even speak, I felt her lips against mine. It was forceful, almost needy, and once I processed what was happening, I returned it with interest, nipping and nibbling at her lips. I heard a throaty growl as she broke from my lips to trail kisses along my jaw and down to the nape of my neck while I panted and whimpered. It seemed she had other plans, however. She had me pressed against the tree with both hands clamped over my wrists, but her grip vanished as she pushed my coat from my shoulders. I didn't waste any time busying my hands, reaching up underneath Victoria's blouse with my left and pulling her closer with my right. As my hand brushed against her skin on the way up to her chest, I marveled at how soft her skin felt, and noted the same unnatural coolness that I had felt from her before was mixing with a paradoxical heat. My hand found purchase around her right breast, and the rough flick of my thumb against her nipple prompted a muffled moan as she bit the side of my neck in a show of approval - Not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to leave a hickey. Of course, with her pressed tightly against me, and with herself with her defenses down, I repaid her in kind as I felt an animal growl rise from my chest. She gasped and pulled back, leaving us nose-to-nose. I saw passionate lust in her eyes, and it seemed our little exchange of nibbles had triggered some primal vampiric instinct. Her pupils had constricted, leaving them look almost feline or reptilian, and she panted hard, nearly shaking in excitement. This left her open. With the same degree of lust she had shown forcing me against the tree, I pushed her to the ground, prompting a squelch from her panties, and held her arms down, digging the claws on my left hand claws into the grass and dirt underneath her arm while I used my others to cut away her tattered blouse, exposing her breasts to the night air. Now that I could truly catch a good look at them, it was obvious that she had me beat in the bust department - My own barely managed a B-cup, compared to Victoria's full, perky Cs with her currently rock-hard pink nipples. They were inviting, an invitation I accepted in a hurry as I leaned down and took one into my mouth, suckling and teasing with my tongue. My hand had not stayed idle after cutting her shirt open, either - I had darted it downwards and gripped tightly at the waist of her disgraced panties and tugged hard, pulling the fabric taut against her crotch, giving her a moment to relax as my grip slackened before repeating it again. "Mnnn... Haa... I think I like... This part of you!" Victoria panted, chuckling breathlessly, "But... There's more you can do." "Mmm?" I responded, giving her nipple a light nibble just to further tease her. "You are holding it in." She replied, squeezing her eyes shut as I tugged at her panties again. She just barely bit back a moan. It didn't take even a second for me to get what she meant, and as I finally pulled away from her chest and sat up, she propped herself up on her elbows while I untied my breeches and shimmied them off of my hips and down to my knees before kicking them off and straddling Victoria again, this time backwards and on my hands and knees with my tail wagging happily. If she wanted me to let it go on purpose - Something I had never in my life done before, she would get front-row seats. I craned my neck down and looked back at Victoria, noting happily that the front of her panties seemed to be quite slick - Something I imagine she noticed about the gray fabric that clung to my own pussy. All of it seemed to suit her fine, judging by the hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. I grinned at that. "You called me dirty for enjoying you crapping your panties, and now you ask me to do it on purpose? Sounds like a certain hypocritical somebody has picked up a new kink." Victoria giggled softly. "I am unsure what definition of the word 'kink' you are using, but I am most certainly enjoying the idea so far. Do please continue." It took a moment to convince my body to do so, but I bore down and pushed hard. With how fairly urgent it had been, I wasn't surprised by the immediate results. I felt the solid mass push out in the form of logs, tenting out and then weighing down the seat of my panties. The force of my pushing also brought forth a gush of pee that spattered to the ground and against Vicky's thighs. I have had many accidents in my life, but for the first time ever, I was doing it of my own volition. For Victoria. The idea made me ache, and before I realized what I was doing, I was touching myself, feeling pee wash against my hand as I kept on going. My bowels were by no means done yet, and the second wave pushed the stretchy fabric further, causing the bottom of the leg holes to sag away from my thighs. My eyes were shut as I focused on emptying myself, but I could hear Victoria panting and moaning, and the slick sounds of her fingering herself. As the last of my bladder emptied, I joined in the fun, bucking my hips against my hand as I ground my clit against it, and as my middle finger slipped inside. My other arm gave out only minutes later, as Both Victoria and I teetered on the edge, her cries helping to push me over the edge as I came forcefully, soaking my panties further with the resultant gush of juices. [1] Victoria cried out moments later, a scream muffled by the hand she had forced over her mouth, before pulling it away as her whole body trembled. We remained that way for a few minutes, catching our breath. It must have been quite the show - my ass and ruined panties hanging in the air while I rested my head on my forearm, because after a short time, I heard Victoria begin to laugh. "Oh, Naja... This is definitely worth exploring further." She managed between bursts of giggles, "You do have a lovely backside, I think this accentuates it nicely." She teased. Despite how brazen I had been before, I felt almost as if my whole body was blushing as I realized the gravity of what I had done. I whimpered softly. "What have I gotten myself into? "A very interesting and special relationship." Victoria replied, still laughing. Commentary - Ten Welcome to the first of a number of fun encounters I decided to record for later, uh, enjoyment. Not quite sex entirely, this time, but lewd enough, huh? Not much more that I can say, aside from that this is a fairly standard example of what you'll be reading later. [1] - And yes, I am a bit of a, uh, squirter, much to Victoria's amusement and delight. Author's Notes: And in the Tenth Chapter Darksyn said, "LET THERE BE SMUT!" and there was SMUT. I hope it is of sufficient quality for my readers! The story did take a backseat for this chapter so that Naja and Vicky could fool around, but in the future, I hope to include lewd scenes within chapters that do move the story along as well. If some of what the characters get up to is a bit much, I can put in warnings. There is a list of kink stuff that may end up in scenes in the story that I will post a short time after this update goes up. It's not -too- bad (No forum rule breaking stuff), but there is some stuff that some readers might not enjoy or potentially be grossed out by.
  3. I have no intent to write a rape scene, period. Hope that helps - It's just part of the background. As for the government response? It does exist, but there is no way for Naja to know what is going on or to reference it since outside communication has been cut off from inside the game. Regarding the waiver and sexual assault, I will admit that I'm personally not 100% sure how I would explain that. If I had the ability to edit older posts, I would retcon any player-player sexual assault (Consent required to allow sexual activity with other players, via a menu, would be my preferred option now) out, now that I've had time to consider things. This doesn't stop nasty things from happening to NPCs, of course... With what has occurred with the severance from the real world, as well as how lifelike the NPC characters seem, it begs the question of whether or not NPCs are real people or non-sapient but advanced 'dumb' AI. If they are quantifiable as people, the bandit clans springing up are mass murderers and rapists by any measure, and if not, they're simply playing evil characters. There are also further questions that might be asked, of course. What happens to players who die? They don't appear to come back, and players have assumed the worst, but are they dead IRL? The game menu has changed considerably. Options are not grayed out, but have ceased to exist. There was no apparent hotfix to the client, nor an update. What's going on there? I'm a little disappointed that nobody has asked these questions or discussed it in the thread, though I imagine it's to be expected when folks seem to be looking for titillation rather than a larger overarching story. We're on a fetish forum, after all! Anyhow, I'd have to tip my hand to give any more answers outside of the story proper. I am however glad that you're asking questions, @YourFNF.
  4. Faust's Interactive Stories 3

    For part 1 of the vote, I would say 4: We want Saiga to go the rest of the day without using the toilet, period. Part 2, I say we go with 3 and drink.
  5. Chapter - Nine Dragging the ferry against the current was hard work, but given the hostility back to the North, it was worthwhile to keep going. As I cranked us up along the long guide rope, Vicky began to recover somewhat. It took some time, and she remained a bit sluggish, but she eventually propped herself up. Her gaze was focused downward, to her ruined panties. The strips that made up what was left of her skirt had been soiled as the mess spread, and she heaved a sigh as she looked the rest of her tattered clothes over. "I wasn't kidding about that soap, by the way." I comforted, "It might take a good scrub, but those panties should be fine. I even have most of the materials for soap right now. I just need to know what flower you'd like the scent of." Vicky looked back up at me with a bright smile that made me feel a little weak in the knees. "Thank you, Naja. You have been so considerate and generous," she answered, "Would... Would lavender work?" "That it would!" I replied cheerily, feeling warmth rising to my cheeks from her compliments. "Once we reach the next platform, I'll cut the rope and we can set up camp near the bank so I can get started." My vampire companion nodded, staying silent for the moment, until she spoke up with a look of curiosity. "The weaknesses in your body... Is it simply your waters that give you difficulty?" She inquired, glancing down at my faintly stained damp breeches. I chuckled sheepishly, feeling my tail drop down between my legs and my ears flatten back. It was embarrassing to spell it out, but... "No, I end up in your state too." I replied, trying to stifle the blush creeping back to my cheeks, "I might yet if the next stop along this line is too far off." I wasn't kidding. A look into my stats menu via a few flicks of my right hand showed my status menu clear as day. It began with my name at the top of the window, tracking for my nutrition, my relative energy, and near the bottom of the list... ' Bladder: 259/550 units, Bowels: 681/750 units ' It was one thing seeing it quantified into units, but entirely another to know that it coincided with how it felt to be that full. Both stats, according to the extended information tool-tips were rather low, but not the worst possible - Something I was thankful for. [1] "What are you doing?" Vicky inquired, distracting me from the distressing numbers and growing weight in my gut. "The hand gestures? Uh, I suppose you could call it more of the magic that allows me to better examine how my body is doing." I replied, "It gives numbers or a visual indication of certain things. How hungry I am, how much water I need..." "How badly you need the toilet?" Victoria grinned, "That does sound useful... You must have a good grasp on when to 'go' before meeting with others." She mused, "To better avoid needing to, ah, excuse yourself from most activities." "I wish." I groaned, smiling despite myself, "Nah, it sneaks up on me pretty often. I've lived with it long enough that I just make do." "Resulting in frequent, ah... Accidents? You have my sympathy." Vicky giggled softly. I didn't blame her, it was a fairly amusing result, if occasionally inconvenient. 'it's not that bad...' I mused, thinking back on my more recent thoughts on the matter. Red eyes widened slightly, and the somewhat stunned and confused expression made me feel like a rock dropped in my gut. "Did I say that out loud? Ffffffuck." There was a long pause. Victoria raised an eyebrow, gesturing for me to continue my train of thought. "Well, it, uh..." I stammered as I felt my tail dipping down once more and my cheeks burn hotter than they had in recent memory, "I mean... You're not going to burn me at the stake or anything..." I mumbled, provoking a real laugh from Victoria. The combination of the butterflies I felt, the need for the restroom, and the dread I felt for revealing such private thoughts all came together to make me feel like I was nearly about to have an accident from sheer embarrassment. "Of course not!" Victoria managed to reply after taking a moment to catch her breath. "You did not attack me for who I am, you did not judge me when I was unable to hold out any longer, the least I can do is hear out your... Unusual line of thought." I grimaced. It wasn't something even I had that much of a grasp on, yet. "Well, you know, it doesn't feel that awful. The uh, results of the accidents, I mean. Or having them, I guess." I stated, "At least, in my opinion." Vicky hummed, tapping her chin as she shifted in her seat. It had not been that long, and the mush in her panties had not likely cooled much. "I suppose you're not wrong. I do feel a considerable sight better now that the pressure is gone, and even if it is an unusual sensation, I cannot say I am repulsed by the feeling." she mused aloud. I felt a considerable weight vanish from my chest, and let out a breath I didn't realize I had held. "Y-yeah... If it feels better, why not enjoy it?"" I ventured. I couldn't believe I was admitting to such a thing to such a gorgeous girl - Especially one that seemed to enjoy my more perverted attentions. It made me feel a bit dizzy, though I tried my best not to let my apprehension show. Victoria seemed to put two and two together, and her look of curiosity melted into a smirk full of mischief. "I knew early on that you were interested in women - Or at least myself," She revealed, "You piqued my interest as well - You are very unusual in a great many ways." "My oh my," she continued, "It is no wonder you did not hold my predicament against me - You must have thoroughly enjoyed it." she surmised, sending me a knowing wink. I whimpered softly, feeling like I was going to melt into a blushing puddle of embarrassment. "How dirty! How lewd!" She teased, standing up and stepping over to the other side of the rope assembly. "You know, I had been musing on making a move before, but now? You are a cute, chivalrous little puppy with a naughty secret. I know the way you look at me - If you wish to touch, all you must do is tell me the truth." I blurted out my response with no thought at all. "I would really, really like to sleep with you... And much more than that, given the chance." Victoria raised her hand to scratch behind my left ear. My shoulders sagged, and she ran her finger down along my jawline, before giving my a tap on the nose. I shuddered - her hand was warm, but I could still feel an unnatural, likely magic coolness. "That can be arranged, on the condition that you share more about your dirty little secret, and continue treat me with the care you have so far. That is all I ask in return." "In a heartbeat." I replied eagerly, feeling my heart pounding and my body heating up. I had figured vampires would have some of their traditional sex appeal as part of their traits, but experiencing it in person was a whole other ballgame. "It is settled, then." She replied, sauntering across the platform. She kept a hand on the waistband of her soiled panties, teasing me with the sight. My eyes moved from her backside to where she began pointing however. "We're at the first platform." She announced, turning back to face me with her hands on her hips. "I'll moor us, if you can get us close." Despite my relative exhaustion from the constant cranking, I nodded vigorously, more than eager to get to whatever Vicky had planned once we set up camp. My gut rumbled ominously, but right then, it only made me smile wider as we pulled in and stepped off the platform. I drew my blade and cut the rope with a few solid hacks, letting the raft wash downstream, before turning to Vicky, who beckoned me toward a copse of trees. I wasn't gonna keep her waiting. Commentary - Nine [1] - The minimum values for each are quite small, and various other stats can end up rendering somebody incontinent if they're unlucky or debuffed enough. Average values for each are Bladder: 750-875, and Bowels : 800-1000. That puts me at a pretty abysmally weak bladder, and my guts can't handle very much either. As a more general commentary for this part... Yeah, this is how Vicky and I hooked up. I'm not really ashamed to admit it - She can turn me into her puppy with a few choice words and an ear scratch. Of course, I certainly ended up introducing her to some fun things, and it doesn't take much for her to want to jump me nowadays. Not that I'm complaining! Author's Note: I've considered and reconsidered on the subject, and I think I will be posting explicit sexual content after all. My thoughts on the matter are, with how I've ended up writing Naja so far, and how important things like her kinky and sexual exploits would be to her, that it would be remiss to not include them, given that the story is supposed to be like her journal. Oh yeah, and a second thing is, if it's not obvious, if you're not into characters who actively enjoy accidents and related things, Naja and Victoria will be somewhat of a disappointment. Other characters will have different opinions on it, and will experience their own desperate and fear accident situations, but our protagonist and her girlfriend are pretty kinky. Won't stop them from having accidents at inconvenient times, or when they can't take the time to enjoy it, of course. Let me know what you think about all of this!
  6. Faust's Interactive Stories 3

    Boobs are always a fine option. 2!
  7. Chapter - Eight Sleep lasted only a couple hours, unfortunately, as once the village began to chatter about our arrival, a group of 'concerned citizens' had come together to 'keep the town safe.' This boiled down to a couple of loud-mouthed men demanding we be barricaded inside until a sorceress living nearby could vouch that we would not bring harm to the village. How did I know this? The shouting woke me up. So I laid with me face in my pillow, pushing it over my ears to try and blot out the ruckus outside. Victoria had moved from her position the night before, and now paced back and forth, quietly. "Figures." I grumbled, "Overrule your own guards via mob rule. They seriously have no idea how dangerous it could be for them. Superstitions and racism. If we fight our way out, we're the bad guys." Victoria sighed in reply. "I should be able to get us out of the room and onto the ferry once the sun goes down again. Much as I hate to suggest such a course of action, if we wish to put distance between the mob and ourselves, or the bandits from your village and ourselves, we will need to... commandeer one of the platforms." I rolled over to face her and shrugged, lazily observing what she was up to. She was pacing, of course, but she did appear somewhat distracted. There was no sign of sweat, or other more overt sign, but from long personal experience, I had an idea of what was going on. "So, you do go to the bathroom, then?" I ventured, figuring her occasional pauses mid-step indicated some kind of cramp. Victoria stopped, and looked at me as if I had grown another head. "Of course!" She snapped before catching herself and replying more softly, "Why wouldn't I?" "Uh, I figured magic made that kinda pointless for vampires." I replied sheepishly. Victoria sat herself down on the edge of her bed, just across from me. Her thighs pressed together hard, and she eyed the jammed door menacingly. "You have ascertained my situation, I gather? Yes, I do quite badly require a place to relieve myself." It seemed it wasn't an easy admission for the red-eyed girl, as a hint of pink graced her cheeks. "Mm. And we're stuck in a room for a few hours with no real place to go. My canteen is out, thanks, I drink out of that. There's the empty stew bo--" "No." Vicky interrupted, cold as ice. I snorted at the reaction, unable to help myself. "So, given that there's nowhere to go, what will you do? I mean, my pants are already pretty bad, so I don't really see any reason not to let go if I need to." Victoria shot me a puzzled look, and I decided to clarify. "Think it's weird? Well, this isn't the first time I've been caught short. It happens plenty, actually. Best to tell you now if we travel together for a while, I guess." I straightened up and scooted down my bed, lining up across from her, with my legs crisscrossed up on the sheets. Despite her stiff posture, she seemed to be growing more curious as I continued, and her annoyed frown had melted into curious expression. "Back in my world, and according to my, uh... Status magic, as well as personal experience, here as well, I have a couple teensy problems. Mostly related to certain functions of my body. It's more than that back home, but my body here is healthier." She nodded along as I spoke. "Functions such as...?" I coughed into my hand, trying to hide the flush in my cheeks. "At home? I had issues with, uh... You'd call it sugar fever." [1] I held up one finger as I continued to list it off. "Next, I have, err... Had, at home, issues with fatigue. The medical jargon probably means little to you, so I'll spare you." I held up another finger, "And finally, the particularly important one in this context. Parts of me didn't grow up right, or did and are too weak. This translated into some of my abilities and 'stats' here in this world, as well as... I'm not very good at keeping it in when I need to go to the toilet." I finished. Victoria's expression was one of surprise and empathy. "You sound like you were quite frail. Your sugar fever doesn't ail you here, though? Nor your poor endurance?" I shook my head, grimacing. "Yeah, I just end up washing my clothes more." The vampire looked thoughtful for a few moments. Before I could inquire, she nodded, and spoke up. "If that is the case, I intend to wait it out. If I cannot wait any longer, I do not imagine you would hold any resultant... issues... against me, would you?" She stated carefully. Her cheeks were bright red now. For me, it might be lightly embarrassing but unfortunately regular, but it seemed to be much harder for her to even consider. "Well," I giggled, "I would be a massive hypocrite if I got on your case. I mean, I haven't had dry clothes since you and I have met, for fuck's sake. Yeah, I'll keep it hush-hush. I'll even make us some soap later once we give this potential lynch mob the slip." Her tense posture relaxed somewhat, though she was still sitting quite stiffly. It was hard to determine just what she needed to let out, and the potential had my mind dreaming up potential scenarios that only served to work me up. I was holding up far better myself, but I had no illusions I'd leave the room smelling of roses, one way or another. Time dragged on, and I took to unpacked and repacking my tools and scavenged materials into a more comfortable setup, trying to optimize space as much as possible. Victoria lacked any real gear, and so seemed to occupy herself with watching. She occasionally asked about a herb or flower, and I relayed what information I could. I was glad there was no clock in that room, or one of us would have battered that door down and fought the mob just to end it, I have no doubt. The sun hung just over the mountaintops outside of our cozy prison. We were in the last stretch. My dinner from before had caught up with me now, and Victoria was not alone in her discomfort. She, by far, seemed the worse off. It became apparent that the vampire did not sweat, but the rest of the telltale signs were there. At this point, despite her resolve, she had given up on trying not to hold herself, and did so openly, with one hand pressed hard against her groin, and the other braced against her abdomen. Her breaths were short, and it was obviously painful. I really felt for her - I've never truly been able to hold on long enough to end up in that level of discomfort. [2] It was pretty obvious by now that she wasn't going to make it. The thought was a fun one - but I felt guilty that I was enjoying her suffering. She didn't have to wait any longer. Even from across the room, I heard the rumble in her gut that turned into a fart... Which very rapidly shifted into a wet, burbling noise as the contents of her overworked bowels pushed their way out against her will. She had doubled over, both hands now holding her stomach. I couldn't get a good view of the back of her panties as it all unfolded, but I did see the mush spread and stain her silk panties. It crept forward as it spread out across her backside... Until it stopped. Victoria looked up at me with tears in her eyes, and I gave her a sympathetic smile as she caught her breath. Judging by the fact she had held her stomach and not let go, it seemed that it was still troubling her. She blinked the tears away and leaned forward, giving a push with a muffled grunt of exertion. The mess continued to grow now at a rapid pace until her guts finally seemed to calm. Her panties were wrecked - As she stood to survey the damage, they tried to slide down, kept in place only by her quick reaction. The entire rear was quite heavily weighed down, and the staining made it obvious that the muck had covered most of her ass, crept up between her legs, somewhat, and threatened to leak out the legs of her panties. Victoria finally spoke up, with a quiet, "Sorry, I could not wait." I waved her apology off and stepped over to her side, giving her clap on the shoulder. "Nothin' to be sorry about." I replied. Oh, if only she had known how glad I had been to see such a thing. Going by the slickness and heat I could feel between my legs, I was beginning by then to understand my feelings about toilet activities, and just how much fun it was to perv in that manner. [3] As the sun vanished behind the mountains, Vicky's eyes flared, and she grabbed my wrist, holding up her panties with her other hand. In a blink, we had phased through the shadows and crossed the village to the ferry. As she scrambled to get behind something, I made myself useful and pushed the ferry off, before securing the floating platform to the taut rope hanging from riverside poles and beginning to crank the wheel to move us upriver. It was slow going to start, but once I got the hang of it, we made good time away from the village. I could jam the barge in place if I needed a break, but given the distant shouting coming from the mob, I decided otherwise. Vicky, on the other hand, sat herself down, out of breath. She still hadn't had much time to catch it post-accident, and as she mentioned later that night, our escape had taken further from her stamina. She didn't pay any attention at all to the further damage it did to her panties, and after a few moments, decided to simply lay back and close her eyes while her energy slowly returned. I was content to ogle her in silence, and if the glimpse of a smile and a red eye were any indication, she didn't object, either. Commentary - Eight [1] - Old time-y way to describe diabetes. I don't miss insulin injections, I can tell you that much. [2] - Usually one end explodes far before I can manage it. I've tried the 'hold longer to train yourself' thing. Didn't work. [3] - It is indeedily (Is that a word?) quite fun to perv this way. By the time I wrote this entry, I had already witnessed a few more delightful situations. Author's Notes: Boy, this one took a while to write. I hope the first true desperation accident (and first messing period) were to the liking of my readers. Feedback is appreciated. More descriptiveness/detail? Less? Let me know.
  8. Naja detects plenty with her sharp hearing and sense of smell in EoS, things like this will come up again. :3 Work on the next chapter is commencing.
  9. I will be out for part of the day, but I have plenty more I can get written down in a hurry once I get home. ...And yeah, the messing begins soon, for anybody holding out for it. The question is whether or not Naja is the one who is gonna lose it first. Naja, Victoria, somebody else? ~It's a secret~
  10. Author's Note: After a long, unintended absence, I return to write again! Chapter - Seven We waited until just after the sun was obscured by the mountains to continue onward The difference in Victoria's comfort level was obvious, though I wasn't yet sure exactly what effect sunlight had on her kind, yet. She led the way while I watched our backs, or more specifically, hers. her tattered skirt left the better part of her white silk panties on display. She caught me staring eventually, of course, but rather than a huff of disgust, her lips turned into a small smirk and she continued without a word. The forest was fairly loud that dusk, with insects chirping and animals calling. Both my nose and ears helped me pick out smells and sounds for potential threats, but as it went, the only 'threat' around carried the ammoniac smell of my earlier wetting,the chance for a rash our only real worry. I swapped positions with Victoria as we drew close to the village. Braziers up in a large squared stone tower cast some light down over the reinforced wooden palisade that ringed the hamlet visible less than a kilometer down the hillside. I could pick out perhaps a dozen structures, the largest of which appeared to be a river ferry platform surrounded by empty stalls. Victoria shared a glance with me, and I sighed and stepped forward. If these folk were 'NPCs', They would likely not react positively to a Vampire approaching them quite so closely. As we had agreed during our walk, I would be the one to speak with the locals, despite the state of my clothing. It was hard to hide my blush as I drew closer to the wooden gate, and the two guards loafing around on the outside. The torchlight and what little sunlight remained in the sky still made it plenty obvious what happened. To their credit, they didn't comment, even if they shared a few looks with each other before one of them spoke up. "Hail, what brings you to our cozy little home, Miss?" he asked, keeping his arms folded over his padded cloth chestpiece. "It's awful late to not be camped out, 'specially with the critters in the woods." I didn't waste time getting to the point. "My friend and I have fled this way from a large bandit clan that razed our village to the ground." I replied. It wasn't one hundred percent truthful, but it was a far easier explanation, and considerably less embarrassing in certain regards. "By the Gods..." The other guard muttered, "That explains the plume of smoke a few nights back. How many survivors?" Given the hostile wilderness, the bandits, and the number of unprepared players, my mental count was quite low. "I'm not certain on this, but from what I gather, maybe fifty people, if the main roads were blocked. More, if they weren't." The first guard grimaced. "Where's your friend?" I nearly mirrored his expression, but managed to keep a straight face. "She's hiding right now, we feared she might not provoke the friendliest response strolling up to a bunch of humans." "Why, what is she?" "A Vampire." The men froze for an instant, but recovered. "If you can vouch that she won't harm a soul here, you can stay the night and pass through tomorrow, but she'll have eyes on her if she leaves her inn room." Victoria stepped out of the shadows right beside the man, and gave the nervous guard a nod and a grateful smile. He went almost sheet-white, but his hands remained away from his weapons. "Vicky..." I laughed, following her past the open gate, allowing the less terrified man to lead us onward, "That was mean. Great, but mean." Victoria replied with the same laugh as she had earlier in the day, the one that made me nearly melt. "Oh, I know. Given their concern about my potential feeding habits, I think it rather fitting to show that I have the restraint to stand next to one of them without tearing a throat out." She replied, pointedly looking at our guide, who gave her a nervous, but accepting nod. "I wouldn't take you for that sort anyhow, Vicky. You just fed, too." I mused, for the benefit of our escort. He seemed awfully eager to get back to the gate once we had been settled inside an inn room. As a show of hospitality and thanks for the warning, our room was rented out to us free of charge, and a terrified young barmaid dropped off a wooden tray with a pair stew-filled bowls. There had been quite the clatter as she made her way in, and to my amusement, Vicky's words of thanks to the barmaid prompted a squeak, and I managed to pick up the brief hiss of a spurt of pee dampening the poor girl's panties., thanks to my fluffy ears. It was even more obvious as she turned and scampered off, as my canine nose caught the scent. At least, if I was stuck with the same curse my IRL body was struck with, I would be more aware of others suffering similarly. The thought was actually quite enticing, to my surprise at the time. [1] --- The stew was fantastic, though it took a while for me to finish. Victoria, surprisingly, had dug into it with almost as much gusto. "I thought you only really fed on blood." I mused as I flopped lazily onto the bed, discarding my coat haphazardly, leading to a 'whumpf' as the heavy garment hit the floor. Vicky shook her head. "It's merely a part of my diet that I require to stay healthy and in-control, much as you require meat more than other foods." "Shit," I muttered, "I hadn't realized that. My diet before all of this was different, uh, back in my world. At least I've always been a fan of meat. I can't imagine having to drink blood to stay healthy." "It is less unpleasant than you think." Victoria replied, amused, "Though, it does provoke particular situations more often than not..." I rolled over onto my side, and caught sight of the faint blush upon her otherwise porcelain cheeks. "You're gonna have to tell me about it sometime, if it gets you flustered." "Perhaps... But you may need to earn that." She replied simply. I pouted and blew a raspberry back at her as she crawled up onto the bed, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, and her arms wrapped about them. While I was getting a bit tired, she seemed to be showing no sign, and was practically volunteering to keep watch in case the villagers did something drastic. That was good enough for me, and I drifted off into dreamland. --- Commentary - Seven [1] - Yeah, as it turns out, I'm a weirdo-wolfgirl who enjoys putting myself into states of toilet distress, seeing girls in various states of the same, and a few other related activities. Not the kinkiest shit I've heard of, but it took me a while to come to terms with it. I figured back IRL that it was coincidental when I was aroused after, say, waking up in a wet bed, but as my time here in EoS continued on, it became rapidly apparent, and that poor barmaid was the catalyst. So, yes, If you're still reading along, person (people?) who have picked up this journal, you know what to expect. It does not get any less kinky, I do not skimp on details. Hell, after this point in the original entries, I started paying more attention to my body and those of the cute girls around me. If you're into the same sort of things, enjoy. If you're not... Why the fuck are you still reading? I expected to scare you off when I told you I frequently ruin my panties, weirdo. -Naja
  11. Faust's Interactive Stories 3

    I'm a sucker for slots... But I think I'm gonna play against type and vote 1 - Roulette of Desires.
  12. Magical Academy Interactive

    A fantastic opportunity presents itself! 4, cast Tummy Drop on the twintails girl. Isn't this one of the reasons we have this spell? :3
  13. Just got back from the hospital. Spent Dec 20th until New Years really sick, and went to the hospital until just three days ago.

    Along with Strep Throat and pneumonia, Diabetic Ketoacidosis sucks, guys. I seriously almost died. ;A;

    Updates for EoS2.0 are coming, and I have new content I've been working on since I got home.

    Glad to be back.

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    2. Darksyn

      Thanks, was a bit close for a few hours, but aside from some muscle weakness and a little strain on my heart, I'm doing great now. Expect to see moar writing from me. :3

  14. Chapter - Six Part Two Victoria and I spent a good time talking, and I relayed to her the events that transpired to bring me to where we sat. She stayed quiet throughout, looking thoughtful. "...And that is what brought me this far." I finished, using the stick I had earlier cooked my dinner on as a poker to tend to the fire. Victoria nodded. She fidgeted lightly with her hands before speaking. "If all of your story is true, you are indeed not from this world." I had went to take a sip from my canteen, and I nearly sprayed water all over the campfire as her words quickly processed in my head. "You're not a player?" I managed to splutter out, "I must sound like a raving lunatic... That begs a lot of questions as to what the hell is going on." "Indeed. Aeos is not simply a world in a 'game', or it is at least not so for the people who lived here before the Outlanders arrived. You are not the first one I have spoken with, but you are the first to reveal your side of the events of the Migration." Victoria replied. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "The bandits are committing awful acts against the local people too? Like colonization all over again." I muttered, shaking my head. "Victoria, you said there's a settlement nearby. We should wait until nightfall and head that way to warn them about the clan of bandits to the North. I'm not gonna let my inaction screw a bunch of innocent people over." "If that is what they are." Victoria sighed, tugging the lengthiest part of her ruined skirt, "I apologize if I do not hold the same optimism as you." I shrugged. "Not a problem. My usual approach with folks is, 'Friendly until proven asshole.' It seems to work most of the time, and when it doesn't? Well, outside of EoS, I had a bit of a habit of punching said assholes. Not in the -- You know what I mean." Victoria giggled, a bubbly little laugh that made my heart flutter. "Yes, that would prove quite dirty, I would think." We both burst into giggles over that one. --- Commentary - Six Ah, meeting Vicky. I'm sure glad I did. She and I get along quite well, as the reader will see plenty of as they continue on. Despite my best efforts, I still haven't kicked my tendency to meet new people while I need to change clothes. The universe conspires to destroy all of my dignity, and I responded and still respond with a giant middle finger to the heavens. Wolf steak is awfully tasty, for the record, though it's obviously a lot better when spices and herbs are on hand. What else? Oh, the big reveal about NPCs being real people took me less by surprise than it should have. At the time, I figured they were probably AI controlled and put it out of my mind, but I doubt I'll ever see an AI more 'real' than people like Victoria. --- Author's Note: Apologies for the late update, the last few days have been busier than they have had any right to be. More forthcoming posts, expect them this evening!
  15. I wouldn't entirely call them fear accidents. Naja herself will provide more detail in her commentary on the chapter, so I'm not going to spoil the thorough explanation. I am however glad you're enjoying this. ^_^