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  1. “A true commander must have 100% control over every aspect of themselves,'' Those words rang through Tak’s head as she paced around her newly acquired second commander’s quarters. She’s been with the resisty for several years now, climbing the rank. She's next in line for the commander position, but wanted to prepare herself however she possibly could, any training that she even had heard RUMORS of commanders going through, the elites, anything. They were rumored to put themselves through everything imaginable to the point they could lead troops even with one of the greatest Irken weaknesses affecting them: their weak bladders. She paced around her quarters, circling a table in the middle, in the middle of the table was a can of Irken soda, and a small vial of clear liquid, she paused to look at it for a moment, her antennae twitching a bit in apprehension. She picked up the small glass vial and swirled the water-like substance. Holding it up to the lamp above, The label was skuffed and faded, faded to the point of illegibility. But she knew what it was, it contained a powerful diuretic, one strong enough to bring even the strongest bladdered individual to their knees.. She had gotten it from a group of smugglers that often supplied the resistance with various medicines. She put it back on the table, her antennae twitching once more, her nerves getting to her a bit, knowing that she can’t undo the effects once it’s been imbibed. She resumed her pace around the table, debating if she should even do this, maybe it was just a dumb rumor, pff, this is stupid...right? And yet, it makes sense, It is a weakness of the irken race after all…. She bit her thumb a bit. “I’m just overthinking this, it’ll be fine.” She spoke to herself, glancing to the metallic door of her room, she then turned her attention to the box of junk that used to be Mimi, who’s in a state of almost repaired, but not yet functional. She found herself wishing that she had finished that project so she could have Mimi guard the room, she had requested the day to train, however, if an emergency broke out… She grabbed the vial once again, biting her lip slightly. “Here goes nothing, I guess.” She unscrewed the cap of the vial and downed it like a shot, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. She choked it down, grimacing a bit as she placed the vial down with a small “clack”. She grabbed the soda and cracked it open, chasing the medicine down with the fizzy sweet beverage, the taste still lingered though, so she kept drinking until the taste was gone, leading to her finishing the whole can. She crumpled the can and tossed it into the waste bin next to her bed. She clambered onto her bed, “Now we wait.” But that’s much easier said than done, she laid down on her back, letting out a small sigh, looking up at the ceiling, she could hear the quiet noises of the resisty headquarters. She could hear some people chatting in the hallway of the various rooms. This chatter and background noise has given her so much more comfort than she’d ever admit, it made her feel like she wasn’t alone. She inhaled deeply, smelling the stale and re-filtered air, she has grown used to it. This felt very much like home, and once she’s ready to help lead? She will make this group unstoppable. She remembered when they found her, near death, PAK’s batteries low, she was originally kept to be ransomed off, but when the tallests turned her back on her, she was left a prisoner for a while, but they saw the potential to be a great member of the resisty in her, she wanted revenge, revenge on the tallests, revenge on Zim…just ...revenge...and that’s what they offered. As time passed, she had grown loyal to the Resisty. No matter what, however once she’s gotten her revenge, all bets were off, at least that’s what she’d tell herself. She let out a small sigh, crossing her legs a bit to get more comfortable. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was still somewhat early. Not even 5 minutes had passed since she last looked. She stood up and went to the small window in her room, A perk of being in her current rank. She watched the stars go by as the resisty boarding ship drifted lazily through space, surrounded by some of the various ships the resisty has acquired through the years. Most of these ships have been out of production for years and years. She felt her bladder give a warning sign, she furrowed her brow a bit, pressing her legs together, it began. She lets out a shuddering sigh, closing the metal shutters on the window, turning around and pressing her back against the wall. She fidgeted a small bit before shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she did this for training, and training she shall do, she squeezed her legs together one more time before moving them back apart. She began some basic training stretches. It didn’t take long for her bladder to fill, it didn’t help that the stretches she was doing was putting strain on it, she winced a small bit, but kept doing them, trying to keep her legs apart unless the stretch required it. She moved onto push-ups. 1, 2, 3, 4… The up and down movement caused the contents of her bladder to jostle around, she swallowed a whimper and continued, 5, 6, 7, 8… Sweat dropped from her forehead to the floor, she could normally do push-ups without issue, but it was so much more difficult this way, 29, 30, 31, 32…. She was to do 100 of these, and she wasn’t holding up as well as she was hoping, It got bad fast, her legs felt weak and trembly, and her bladder felt painfully full, it felt like it could burst...She focused on the floor in front of her, a small puddle of sweat had pooled below her, 41, 42, 43, 44.… A whimper accidentally slipped out from her, she winced, but more because of the noise than the pressure on her bladder. The walls are rather…thin, nobody heard her though, from what she could hear anyways. She let out a sigh as she did the last push-up, she then pushed herself to using her PAK legs, wincing as her feet hit the floor, sending a jolt up through her entire being, Her legs snapped together for a moment, but she forced them back apart. She grabbed the bottom of her uniform a bit and tugged down, shifting around a bit, it was really bad, but she was going to hold on, no matter what, she squeezed her legs together once more, before letting go of her uniform and moving her legs back apart, She had other exercises to do, more training to undergo. No matter what. She was just beginning her next set of exercises when she heard the buzz of the intercom turning on, “Attention all high ranking officials, please meet up in The headship, A free Vortian settlement has requested our assistance in defending their planet from the empire. I repeat, All high ranking officials, to the control deck on the main ship!” Lard Nar’s voice rang through the scratchy and outdated communication system. She winced at it, knowing that she was one of said officials, And she’d have to pause her training, she squeezed her legs together for a second, gathering herself so she could do her duties. She was intending to do logic puzzles to ensure her mind stays clear and her decision making skills remain strong, however this will suffice. She took a deep breath and then tapped the button to open the sliding door, strolling out as if nothing was wrong, appearing calm and collected on the outside, she made her way to the teleporter room, she appears confident, yet her PAK was giving her bladder capacity warnings. She heard the ambient conversation of the other denizens of the ship, some were talking about the call over the intercom, some were discussing living on the ship, some were chatting about various topics, like the food service, their jobs, etcetera. She walked down the hall, focused just right ahead, Her antennae twitched a bit as she heard her own Pak pinging her again over her bladder, it’s a good thing she’s the only person who can hear it...right? She simply shrugged it off though, She reached the teleporter room, looking at the cylindrical glass tubes that would teleport her to any ship in the resisty armada she needed to go to. She made her way towards the largest teleporter in the middle, teleporter 27, which leads to the Headship, the StarSkipper. She stepped in and pressed the button to shut the tube, and prepared it for transportation, the panel sparked and fizzled a bit, but a firm smack to the console caused it to work as intended. With a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was brought to the StarSkipper’s teleporter room, She teleported just a tad above the floor of the teleporter, dropping a few inches to the ground, sending shockwaves through her poor, painfully full bladder, she doubled over a bit at the shock, her Pak legs extended up ensure she didn’t fall over. Her legs were clenched together as tight as they possibly could, She had a death grip on the bottom of her uniform’s shirt, and was tugging down, She felt a thread or 2 pop in the woven uniform, but she didn’t care, she felt a small bit of urine spurt out past her iron defenses, she felt herself pale a bit, and her antennae dropped flat against her head. It took her awhile to regain full control, longer than she wanted it to. But she wobbly got to her feet, took a deep breath, and re-separated her legs, she quickly looked around, to ensure nobody saw her slip there, She was saved as she was alone in the teleportation chamber, maybe the others were already at the control deck? She cleared her throat and straightened herself up, smoothing her wrinkled uniform shirt and moving her legs back apart, her Pak legs retracting fully, she began walking out of the teleportation room as if nothing happened. Outside of the teleportation room was a hallway that lead to an elevator to the other decks, she made her way towards it, Passing by more teleporters and a few various maintenance rooms, she wasn’t sure what was there, but it wasn’t her destination, so it didn’t matter to her. She got into the elevator to see one of the resisty members, not high ranking, but not the lowest on the totem pole, she gives them a curt nod, they nod back, She looked over the wall of 50 buttons, before hitting the button for the floor she needed to go to, the other person was heading a deck below, so it’s just another delay to her. The other resisty member was focused on the door, not even awkward smalltalk was exchanged between the 2 as the elevator creaked its way up, the bulb flickered with a small hum, it was still providing light, but it was dim and flickering, but she didn’t really care though. She heard her Pak give another warning about fluid capacity, it was getting really, really, bad, but she refused to show any signs (ESPECIALLY since she’s not alone in the elevator). She glanced over to the screen, showing their progress in their ascent to the higher levels, they were slowing to a stop 2 decks below the one the other member was heading to. One of the higher ranking resisty members walked onto the elevator, followed by their assistant. They were one of the other ones called to the brig, She backed up to make sure they had room, and also because she didn’t like people in her personal space, The lower ranked member also backed up, and if they weren’t quiet before, they certainly are now… The elevator ride felt like it took forever, before slowing to a stop at the lower ranking member’s requested stop, they awkwardly squeezed past the higher ranking officials, their mandibles clacking together apologetically, as they went to join the rest of the janitorial crew on that floor. Leaving Tak alone on the elevator with the higher ranked alien and their Vortian companion, Who even after all these years, still eyed Tak with distrust. The elevator continued its ascent, with the distrustful Vortian assistant eyeing Tak, as if just waiting for her to strike, but Tak had other things on her mind… She felt her antennae droop, hitting the back of her head with a small clack. Her bladder throbbed, threatening to release now, yet she refused to allow herself to show even just a single sign, yet her Pak began flickering in a way the Vortian couldn’t help but notice, Tak felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead, it didn’t help that assistant had his eyes laser focused on her. The elevator lights flickered and dimmed further, and the elevator ground to a halt between the decks. “My, how unfortunate.” The high ranking general muttered to themselves, before reaching for and pressing the call for maintenance button. Meanwhile, the assistant kept their eyes on Tak… As the general was explaining the situation to the maintenance workers, Tak was trying to stay calm, but on the inside, she’s in panic mode, her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew it wouldn’t stop, her Pak has been giving her fluid level warnings too, so that didn’t help at all. And the worst part? She didn’t know exactly how much longer she could hold on… She bit her bottom lip, shifting her weight from side to side, glancing over to the 2 other people in the elevator, the General, a Screwhead by the name of General Fernaru, was focused on relaying the relevant information to the maintenance drones through the intercom. And his Vortian assistant, Craw G’halu, who has not stopped staring at Tak. “What are you staring at?” Tak said curtly. Furrowing her brow, and flattening her antennae even more. Normally though, she would’ve just ignored his staring, but she had no time or patience for this right now. “Well, yknow, the years of slavery would do that to you. I just will never trust an Irken...Plus, your Pak is flashing and that’s making me nervous, what’s it gonna do? What are you planning? Eh?” The cross Vortian snapped. Tak simply raised an eyebrow to the outburst, her antennae popping up a bit, ready to remind this rookie of their rank. “May I remind you, that not only is your personal superior right there, but I also vastly outrank you, and if I had ill will towards you or any of the resisty-” she squeaked a bit at the end as a little spurt escaped, her antennae flopped back and she just froze, her face heating up a bit, but managed to prevent her legs from slamming together. Craw raised his eyebrows and took a step back. “What the hell?!” He looked her up and down. Tak glared at him, but before anything else happened, General Fernaru turned around, stopping Craw in his tracks, and Tak didn’t want to fight in front of a superior, she straightened her posture a bit and cleared her throat, antennae still flattened.against her head. They all stood in an awkward silence, just waiting for the repair squad to do their job and repair the elevator… Tak shifted her weight from foot to foot, she so desperately didn’t want to give off any signs at all, but her bladder was so, painfully, full…Her breathing had become shallow, as to avoid making it worse, but she refused to let any signs show…. However, not 3 minutes later, the elevator creaked, and jerked upwards, resuming its slow ascension, Tak let out a relieved sigh, despite herself. The doors creak open, Tak nearly pushed the assistant out of her way to get out of the elevator, it was so bad, she needed to go, and now. She started to make the turn towards the restrooms on this deck, But an intercom message rang out, interrupting her. “Attention high ranking officials, the situation has turned hostile, All high ranking officials to their stations, now! Repeat: High ranking officials to the brig NOW, And soldiers, to your battle stations, Resisty protection program participants, Get to your rooms, It’s code Pergle, repeat: Code Pergle.” Lard Nar’s voice rang out over the scratchy intercom, sounding panicked, it must have gone badly.... She looked back the way she was heading to get to the restrooms for a moment, before furrowing her brow, she had a job to do, and by god, she was gonna do it, she marched down the hallway towards the control room, acting confident once more, even though her bladder was so full, it felt like it could burst at any moment…She had a job. She reached the brig, saluting her new superiors, and taking up her post, at one of the chairs, her job was to help the commander, Who was seated next to her, with a large monitor in front of them. Tak crossed her legs on the chair, trying to look casual, but in reality, it was because she was struggling to handle this, her Pak gave the dreaded final warning just then. [Fluid Waste Containment Organ is at maximum capacity and cannot hold anymore, Please make your way to the nearest restroom, The countdown has begun before the P.A.K, initiates the forced ejection of fluid waste, as to avoid unwanted damages to the organ or to the P.A.K’s sensors.] She paled a bit, eyes going wide and antennae pressed flat against her head, she frantically scanned over the room, panicking internally, she could faintly hear the countdown going down, she had 15 minutes to get out of here. She heard what happened, the planet that sent the call for aid was starting to be conquered. Off of the commander’s screen, She saw an offshoot of the Irken armada, beginning to bombard the poor planet with lasers. The commander watched, wide-eyed, Tak leaned forwards (wincing a bit at the pressure change), and pointed to the small ship hovering close to the attacking ship. “That’s the powership, the-the battery for the laser is external and the-the-the power is beamed in from a different ship.” she explained, stuttering a bit, despite herself. The artillery leader nods, sending that information to the stormer ships, that was gonna launch a counter attack. Tak pointed out the type of fleet it was, a recolonization fleet, so they were intending to wipe out the Vortians here, only to replace them with more Irkens, she pointed out the ship that had the smeets that would’ve grown to be the new inhabitants, the artillery leader nodded, giving the information to the stormer ships as well. She continued to give any information she possibly could regarding the fleet, even through the brain fog a full bladder and a stress inducing countdown could give a person. She felt another jet of urine escape while she was in the middle of a sentence, causing her to accidentally yell out the rest of it, before quickly getting to her feet, wincing at the shock of the drop. “I, Sec-Second Commander Tak, would like to request to be dismissed.” She said, saluting, her legs pressed together. Leader Lard Nar’s eyebrows raised at this, she hasn’t requested to be dismissed since she was first rescued/captured. “Second Commander Tak, is everything alright?” he asked. She nodded a bit, trying not to fidget, She saluted and waited to be dismissed. The rest of the crew murmured amongst themselves for a bit, She looked between them all, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead, her clock rapidly clicking down. She wanted to put her hands in between her legs to try to help alleviate some of the pressure as it just hurts so bad, it doesn’t help that she’s stuck standing here, as still as can be, in front of all her superiors and some of her equals, the only person who was lower rank than her, is the assistant from the elevator, who was busy taking notes, glancing up only to look at her. “Everyone please, quiet down.” Leader Lard Nar barked out, the room went silent, “Second Commander Tak, As much as I’d like to, under code 8702-D, in order for me to grant your request for dismissal, You must present a reason.” he continued, leaning forward in his chair slightly. If her antennae could flop back further, they would be, she winced a bit, she thought over how to explain this, “Uh, I...Er...I-I was- my-my training was not completed, it’s something I desperately must attend to.” she babbled. Some of her superiors raised an eyebrow to her stammering, maybe thinking she’s lying, they began muttering among themselves again, she looked over the group, fidgeting a bit, partially from nerves but mostly because she was about 10 minutes away from actually pissing herself, She looked up to Lard Nar, awaiting his answer with bated breath. He thought it over a bit, listening to the others discuss it, keeping track of the answers, before slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair, signalling the discussion period is over. “The ayes have it, Second Commander Tak, your request for dismissal has been approved. You may go.” Lard Nar concluded after a moment. Tak let out a sigh of relief, and bowed her head, “Thank you, my leader, long live the resisty.”, She saluted and then quickly made her way out. Once she was out in the hallway, she felt her knees buckle, twisting inwards, She swallowed back a whimper, she had to get out of there ASAP. She sprinted towards the restrooms on this deck, wincing as it increased her (already very intense) need to pee, she felt a spurt slip out, dampening her pants further, she let out a yelp, hopping a bit as to continue moving forwards but also to allow her legs to snap together, she grabbed her uniform shirt, pulling down on it, causing her to hunch over further. She reached the restrooms, only to see a big ol’ “out of order” sign plastered on the restrooms, she furrowed her brow, “Oh come on!” she exclaimed, absolutely livid, She went to try the doorknob anyways, but it was locked, she kicked the door in frustration, sending a jolt through her body, causing her to leak once more, she quickly crossed her legs against each other, squeezing them to try to hold herself without actually using her hands. She had to stay like that for a whole minute for her to regain control, she winced at the lost time there, but she knew if she didn’t do that, she wouldn’t have gotten the last 6 minutes. She made her way towards the elevators, maybe she could make it back to her room, there was a restroom in there! She hobbled out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was around, The coast was clear so she stuck a hand in between her legs to try to hold on, She limped forth. She reached the elevator, and pressed the button to call it, shoving her other hand in between her legs as well, she hopped slightly from foot to foot, she hated that she was doing a potty dance like a smeet, but it…helped a little bit. a whine slipped from her lips, she had to pee so badly. The elevator finally arrived, empty, thank goodness. She hobbled in, and gingerly removed one of her hands from in between her legs to press the button for the teleportation deck, she put her hand back between her legs, leaning on one of the side walls for support while she waited for the elevator to descend, She bit back a whimper as she braced for the movement of the elevator. It creaked as it went down at a snail's pace, She had her eyes focused on the screen that showed what level she was on, and counted down, shifting her weight from leg to leg a bit, still leaning on the wall, she bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any noise. The elevator ground to a halt at the teleporter deck and the doors opened with a creak, She took her hands out from in between her legs and hurried out and towards the teleporter bay, not caring if anyone sees her at this point, She shoved past people in the hallways as she rushed towards the teleporters, knocking over a poor Screwhead who was mid-conversation with a Jarbinthion. “Sorry” she called back, directed at everyone she shoved, she slid a bit past the teleporter bay, but was able to stop herself from fully overshooting it, she rushed in, scrambling for teleporter 27, she practically threw herself in, slamming her fist on the door button, the glass panel squealed as the wheels ground against the metal track. It closed with a click and a beep, She hit the button to teleport, and with a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was back in the ship her room is in. She pressed the button to leave, but instead, there was an error buzz. “What?! No! Let me out!” She yelled, slamming her fist on the console, and then on the button to leave again, and yet that error noise sounded again. “Come on- Help! Help!” She shouted, slamming her fists against the glass to try to get someone’s attention, desperately trying to get out, her legs buckled & gave way, leading her to falling to her knees, She lets out a yelp as the force jostled her painfully full bladder, causing her to start leaking, 2 minutes left, she realizes she can’t do this. Even if she was free by now, she would have to really rush, and it doesn’t sound like anyone heard her, she continued to scream out for someone, anyone, to help her. She felt some more pee dribble out, she was fighting a losing fight, she let out a shaky breath, she squeezed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on, but she knew she couldn’t. 1 minute left, she yelled one last time. “Please! Please! Someone…Anyone…” her voice cracked. And then... [Initiating Forced Fluid Waste Removal...] She quickly took her hands out from in between her legs as her bladder failed her, spilling its contents, she bit back a moan. “N-no, No!” she whimpered out, still trying desperately to stop it, but she physically could not stop it, she couldn’t do anything but stare at the floor. the purple tinted puddle spread quickly on the glass floor underneath her as her tired bladder rejected its contents, reflecting the lights from the top of the teleporter, a liquid from a different source dripped into the puddle. She furrowed her brow, and rubbed one of her eyes, pulling back a wet hand, was she… No, She wet herself like a smeet…and is crying like one too. She quickly wiped at her eyes, trembling, she got to her feet to assess the damage. the puddle was...quite large, and her pants were absolutely soaked, as was a bit of the back of her uniform’s shirt, and a good half of her coat, her antennae poked up a small bit, at least she isn’t hurting anymore. She tapped the button, and almost comically, the door slid open. She furrowed her brow again, her antennae perking up in irritation, but simply just sighed, she began the walk of shame back to her room, to go get cleaned up, how embarrassing. But before she fully left, she went to the maintenance console and tapped the call button. “Teleporter pad 27 needs cleaning.”
  2. I'm sorry if this is posted on the wrong section but I was hoping somebody could help. I'm looking for a fanfic im...pretty sure I read on AO3 that I think was a lot of Sanders Sides omo. I know it was multi chap but the only part I really remember was that someone needed to use the restroom (while camping I think), couldn't and used something to help them hold all night while they slept. The next morning someone had to help them finally pee. Thanks in advance for any help
  3. Thorn177

    Chapter 1

    Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  4. This is my first piece of omo writing, I hope classic whovians can enjoy! Inform me of any mistakes or improvements you might have noticed, and if you liked it and want to see more, let me know! Adorned in a fresh new pair of bright blue skin-tight jeans and a low-cut white cotton top, purchased in a vintage clothing shop on New Earth (in New New York, of course) emerging from the endless stream of corridors into the main console room, came a particularly bright and jovial Peri. "Ah, Peri!" the Doctor cheerfully exclaimed, eyes fixed on the controls as he danced around the console tapping buttons and flicking certain switches, only to occasionally rectify his mistakes with a bit of uncertainty. "Good morning Doctor, what are we doing today?" said Peri curiously, in her soft but familiar American accent. Her eyes were wide as she focused on the blonde curls laid upon the Doctors head, faintly reminiscing on her time with the Doctor, both versions, still wondering how this could be the same man she initially traveled with before that traumatic change. It didn't matter much, she'd taught the "new" version of the Doctor to stop being so stubborn and arrogant, and likewise he had taught her to be a bit more ruthless in encounters with the various villainous monsters she faced. "Really? Morning already? Perhaps I should take a break, I've got a busy day ahead of me." "Don't you mean we have a busy day?" Peri corrected him, smiling at his forgetfulness. "Oh no not you, you're stay here in the Tardis, where it's safe. I've got some galactic business to attend to, much too dangerous for the likes of your human kind." He punched in the coordinates and had already set the dematerialisation in motion. The familiar groan of the Tardis always delighted and tingled Peri's curiosity. To his surprise, Peri agreed with him, stating she would enjoy some time alone to have a break. This caused the Doctor to look up at Peri, finally noticing her, and her bust to which he perhaps stared a little too long for her to not notice. She had done this on purpose, to see whether or not the alien man was interested. Of course she was not interested in him, and she guessed that he was not interested in her either, well apart from her figure, which she had made extra bouncy and noticeable. Her nipples poked through her shirt nicely. The same went for her "vintage" jeans, which curved nicely around the bum and tightened in the crotch area, driving any man, or indeed a few women, mad with desire. Any normal man at least. The Tardis landed and as the Doctor prepared to go out he explained his absence may be slightly lengthy, as he was to meet some old friends of his, of which he'd like to catch up with. Just before stepping out he took one last glance and the American, idly pacing around the console, and remarked, "Those jeans must be a tad size too small" to which was met with a stern but loving glare from his companion as he proceeded to exit the spacecraft. Peri secretly liked the fact that the Doctor had noticed her... features, to say the least. An hour passed when Peri decided to have a wander around the seemingly endless array of corridors. She felt a slight stirring in her bladder, but she could hold it for a while. After all she knew where the toilet was. Passing the corridors she found a few rooms unoccupied, one of which looked a bit like a child's room, badges strewn across the floor and a chest filled with what she presumed was just space stuff. She left it be, after all the person who owned that room might come back one day. She somehow doubted it. A few hours passed with scarcely a change, apart from the now quickly growing urge to urinate, it had gotten to the point several times where she had to place her hand over her crotch for fear of leaking. Deep into the Tardis interior now, Peri had found herself lost, and in desperate need for the toilet. Her pace quickened as she darted left and right into rooms that to her misfortune were not a toilet. Another hour slowly passed by and Peri had still not found herself near a toilet. She presumed the Tardis was playing a cruel trick on her, not letting her find a toilet where shepherd would have if the Doctor was here. Her hand was now constantly pressed against her bladder, bursting with hot pee. She jumped, hoping it would ease the desperation only to do the opposite as she involuntarily let out a few drops of urine into her panties, showing only a small blotch of dark contrasting her bright blue jeans. She bent over slightly pushing both hands against herself. Briefly she appreciated how her breasts had bounced nicely when she jumped, and indeed bent over she peered under her top, admiring her bust and nipples which poked out of her top invitingly. Peri also noticed her bottom must've looked flattering to anyone behind it. 15 minutes had barely made any progress with Peri, now struggling to walk without legs crossed, her arm leaning againsed the circular panels of the corridor wall. Letting out a soft moan, a thin stream of pee trickled into her trousers creating a tennis ball size patch around her crotch. Aware of the danger she was in, Peri asked aloud to be next to a toilet, alas in vain. Oh where was the Doctor at this hour? He could have helped, Peri no longer cared about the embarrassing patch on her crotch, she desperately needed to relieve herself. At a few points she considered letting go, which gave her a strange sense of arousal at the thought, unconsciously grabbing a breast with one hand running a finger across her nipple. She made an attempt to stand up straight which proved to be a huge mistake, jettisoning a larger and longer stream of hot piss spreading across her crotch and bum and thinly trickling down her legs. She managed to control herself by crossing her legs and jamming her fists against herself stopping the flow, not before she let out a moan of pleasure, that felt amazing! Her bum was mostly wet and her crotch glistening, she glanced at her hand which was now nicely wet and shiny. Feeling that now she had everything under control; the damage wasn't too bad as there wasn't much sign of it on the floor yet and her legs had only a thin stream either side. Another thirty minutes passed, Peri still desperate and Abby this point unmoving, doing everything she could not to let go which she so desperately desired. Her bladder was completely full and about to burst she felt. The thoughts of letting it all go right here right now into her cotton panties and down her legs had made her slightly horny too. Without warning, the whole Tardis lurched sideways, hurling a cross-legged bursting Peri to the other side, back slamming into the corridor wall. The Tardis quickly readjusted itself, but by then it was too late. Her bladder suddenly relaxed, Steaming hot piss filled her panties and continued to flow warm urine down her legs like a river, creating a large expanding puddle of pee which surrounded Peri and flowed over her bare feet. As Peri slowly slid down the wall, she continued wetting herself and it showed no signs of stopping. Warm, wet wee spread across her bum and in her crevasse, a pleasure sensation also continued to fill Peri, better than a hundred orgasms. Nothing at this precise moment could feel better than now, sitting in her own piss, and continuing to urinate herself more until eventually the stream slowed down and became a thin trickle. Peri let out another soft moan. She was in ecstasy. Not a few minutes later, still sitting in her own puddle of pee, did she hear the doctor making his way towards her. She didn't even bother moving. "Peri? Is that you? Sorry about the wait, and I thought something was wrong the way the Tardis felt like it was laughing at its own joke. Ah, there you are, and it seems as though the Tardis has been playing a very cruel joke indeed. I'm sorry Peri, I should've come back sooner, then you might not have been in this mess." Peri slowly got up, drenched in piss, at some point her wet hand must have washed some of it on her shirt, because it was too, fully soaked through and you could see her breasts shirt or not. Peri didn't mind. "You don't seem that surprised that this happened Doctor" "Oh no no no, this has happened many times before with many of my companions, you're not the first and you certainly won't be the last. Get yourself and those clothes washed and we'll never speak of this again. I'll make sure the Tardis takes care of the mess on the floor" Satisfied with the response, Peri noticed, or she thought she'd noticed, a slight bulge when the Doctor was looking at her. Whether it was her beautifully shaped breasts or her glistening wet patch or her bum she could not say. But she was glad she was still impressive to an alien even in this mess. She proceeded to make her way back to her room, peeled off her clothes and jumped in the shower, tenderley cleaning herself. Her last thoughts in the shower were that of the realisation that she secretly enjoyed her experience wetting herself like that, and secretly hoped it would happen again, or give her an excuse to mess herself again.
  5. Any omorashi writers wanna write something for me? I love reading omorashi stories and I've read some absolutely brilliant ones on here, I also write a few myself which I may consider submitting soon. However, I'd love to read one based on me and my boyfriend. Obviously it wouldn't be the same if I wrote it myself so I thought id ask someone here. If anyone's interested comment and I'll PM details of what I'd like included. thanks!
  6. So I'm working on a Super Mario 3D Land omutsu fic...but can't really get the story to progress enough. Any ideas for any scenes or anything to get the story going smoothly? Here's what I have so far-http://pastebin.com/FXRjqw20
  7. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  8. Just a little scene I just wrote for fun. Don't know if there are any Yuuri!!! on Ice fans around here, but have a cute little Yuuri/Victor omo ficlet anyway. It had not gone well. And little wonder, given the fact that the moment he stepped out on the ice, Yuuri discovered that he really, really had to pee. How are you supposed to do a quadruple toe loop when you’re desperate for the toilet? Let alone a salchow or flip. Yuuri fumbled with his skates the moment he got off the ice, hands shaking. The kiss and cry was a no go. He had to run right now if he was going to make it in time. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice called, but he didn’t have time to listen. He ran. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The nearest bathroom wasn’t far, but he had to stop twice along the way to cross his legs and grab himself through his costume. Luckily, no one was watching. He made it inside, locked the door, began to fumble with his costume, and . . . ‘No! Shit . . .’ He had no way of stopping it, and he moaned pathetically as his pee came out, soaking his costume. Yuuri had never felt so ashamed in his life. Here he was, a grown-ass skating champion, pissing himself because he failed to make it to the bathroom on time. Skating had probably made it more difficult to hold it. He slid to the floor and sobbed. There came a knock on the door. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice was filled with concern. ‘Yuuri, are you okay?’ ‘I . . . I’m fine!’ Yuuri knew he didn’t sound especially convincing as his voice cracked. ‘Just . . . go away!’ ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Y—no, I’m . . . yes, I’m . . .’ Shit. ‘Let me in, Yuuri.’ ‘No. Just go away.’ ‘Are you upset because it didn’t go well?’ Yuuri almost laughed. If only Victor knew. ‘No. Yes. Just . . . please.’ It came out as barely a whisper. ‘Please just go.’ He heard Victor sigh. ‘No. I refuse to go when you’re in there by yourself feeling like crap. Just let me in so I can help you. Okay? If you won’t let me in as your coach, at least let me in as your boyfriend.’ Yuuri closed his eyes. It was hard to argue with Victor when he sounded like that, so earnest and sincere and loving. Finally, he stood on shaky legs and unlocked the door. It opened at once, and Victor stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. ‘Yuuri, what—?’ He frowned. Looked at Yuuri and then down on the floor where a puddle had formed. ‘Oh dear.’ Yuuri couldn’t look at him. ‘I’m gross,’ he mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You had to pee that badly? That’s why it went so poorly out there?’ ‘. . . yes.’ Yuuri felt tears sting his eyes. ‘I ruined the costume, too . . .’ Victor shook his head. ‘It can be dry-cleaned.’ He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll go get you some dry clothes. I’ll be right back.’ Yuuri locked the door behind Victor and, for lack of anything better to do, sat down on the toilet and hugged himself. What now? Was Victor disgusted with him? He should be. Yuuri felt mortified, but he knew that Victor would have had to see it in the end regardless, or he would have been stuck in this bathroom forever. A few minutes later, there was another knock. ‘Yuuri? It’s me.’ Yuuri unlocked the door again, and Victor entered, locking the door again behind him. He carried a bag, and set it down away from the puddle on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ Yuuri muttered. ‘I should clean that up.’ ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll clean it. You just get changed. I brought a towel, so you can clean up a little.’ Yuuri started to undress. Even though he and Victor were frequently naked together, he still turned his back. He pulled off the sopping wet leotard, swallowing back a sob. It was just so embarrassing. He turned to the sink, soaking a wad of paper towels so he could clean his crotch and legs. He noticed to his chagrin that the touch made him half hard, in spite of everything. Yuuri dried himself with the towel. He heard Victor go up to the sink to rinse something and glanced sideways. He’d brought a rag, which was now soaked in urine. ‘Fuck,’ Yuuri mumbled, pulling on clean underwear. ‘This sucks . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about it, lyubimiy. It happens.’ ‘Not to skating champions in their twenties . . .’ He felt a hand on his shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Yuuri turned his head to meet Victor’s gaze. His expression was kind. ‘I said it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.’ He pulled at Yuuri’s shoulder so he would turne to face him, and put his arms around him, hugging him close. ‘I love you no matter how many times you wet yourself.’ Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, and put his arms around Victor in turn, burying his face in his shoulder. ‘I love you too.’ They stood like that for a moment. Then Victor uttered a puzzled, ‘hm’, and stepped back, looking pointedly down at Yuuri’s crotch. ‘What’s this, then?’ Yuuri quickly turned around again, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. ’N-nothing.’ ‘Nothing? Cause I felt that.’ ‘You . . . you were just really close. I . . .’ ‘You don’t get hard every time I hug you, Yuuri.’ ‘Does it matter? This isn’t the time.’ Victor’s arms encircled him from behind, his hand sliding down his bare stomach towards the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ‘It’s kind of hot, though. Is it cause you . . . felt embarrassed? Cause I know embarrassment can sometimes make me feel kind of excited.’ ‘It’s not! I’m not . . .’ But Yuuri couldn’t lie to Victor, no matter how much he wanted to, and he sighed. ‘Yeah. That’s probably it.’ ‘Then let me help you.’ Victor’s hand disappeared into Yuuri’s underwear, and Yuuri hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, making him fully hard. ‘Mm, that’s it, my love. Doesn’t that feel better?’ Yuuri’s head drooped forward and he nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Victor stroked him slowly with nimble fingers, and then he pulled down Yuuri’s underwear again. ‘Won’t do to stain these, too,’ he murmured and placed a soft kiss just behind Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri groaned. ‘Mm, there’s a good boy.’ Victor stroked faster, and Yuuri moaned. ‘That’s it.’ Yuuri’s breathing came in short, ragged bursts. ‘I have to pee again,’ he gasped without thinking, and Victor chuckled softly in his ear. Victor manoeuvred Yuuri over towards the toilet and lifted the lid and seat with his free hand. ‘Come for me first?’ It was all the encouragement Yuuri needed, because he was already pretty close, and he came with a soft whimper, cum shooting into the toiletbowl. Victor kept his hand on his dick, and a moment later Yuuri peed again. ‘There you go.’ Victor kissed the back of his head. ‘You’ve been very good for me, Yuuri.’ He pulled Yuuri’s underwear back on and turned him around again so he could kiss him. Yuuri sighed into the kiss, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘Did that feel good?’ asked Victor, pulling back to look into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and leaned forward to kiss Victor again, because that was all he wanted. ‘You stay here and get dressed,’ said Victor after a couple of minutes of this. ‘I told them you were ill, so I’ll just go give the press some platitudes, and we’ll head back to the hotel. Yes?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Maybe we can have some more fun when we get there, hm? Cause I’m feeling pretty excited now, too.’ Victor winked, and then he left the bathroom. Yuuri locked the door, sighed, and put on his clothes. Having some fun in their hotel room didn’t sound like a half bad idea, and he adjusted his junk. Maybe he should do this again some time.
  9. *Insert spiderman here* Hey everyone! So, I've been thinking, and decided to ask you guys's oppinion. I've wanted to write stories for quite some time now. I would love to use this platform as a way of doing that, but they wouldn't actually include any omo. So, I ask you: Would you like to see non-omo fiction? - Glenn
  10. This is my first ever story, it's probably bad. And it's short. Well, here goes. ~~~ "Okay Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley. "I'm afraid that because we've got so many people sleeping over, we've had to set you a bed up in Ginny's room. She's already sleeping, so if you could just be a little quiet..." "That's no problem, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for dinner." Harry walked upstairs and found Ginny's room at the top. He entered without knocking, silently opening the door, as he thought Ginny would be asleep. Ginny was not asleep. What Harry found as he walked in was Ginny holding herself very tightly and moaning lightly. At first, Ginny didn't notice as his entrance had been extremely quiet. She squeezed her legs together, lying on her pink and white patchwork quilt. Ginny's back was turned away. Harry could only watch in shock as he found his best friend's little sister sweating but looking quite pleased. She squirmed frantically but seemed in no rush to find a bathroom. She gave a snuffled groan just as Harry said: "Umm...hello, Ginny." Ginny squeaked in fear, and turned around to see Harry. Her face quickly blushed as red as her hair, and she gasped, letting go of her grip. Suddenly, she seemed to be losing control - and liking it. The crotch of her white pyjama pants quickly darkened and was drenched with pee, and despite Harry standing there, smiled. She whimpered with relief and happiness and pee streamed determinedly down her legs and soaking the bedcovers. As the last drops of urine escaped her throbbing bladder, the whole concept of what just happened washed over her again and she went almost purple. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had discovered Ginny's secret. Her love for pee-holding and desperation. "Harry...oh my Merlin...well-" "Why did you hold that long? Please, tell me the truth." Harry didn't really know, his best guess was that she was too scared of the dark to go down, or something. Somehow he knew that wasn't the reason. She had clearly been enjoying it. The reason for it could be she lik - no, Harry, don't be dim. Why would a little, sweet, attractive, kind Weasley lik- "I'm kind of ashamed to admit it, but I love the way it feels. Please don't tell anyone. I've been hiding my love for years. If anyone else knew, I'd be so emba-" "You know what, Ginny? It doesn't matter. I confess that I quite like it to." It was actually quite a turn-on for Harry, but he wouldn't say that. That's too much. "Really?" Ginny was astounded that he wasn't judging her. "Yep. As embarrassing as it is to say it." For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes, deeply, intensely. They were both getting slightly aroused. "Harry, can I-" "Just one second, Ginny...I need to show you something I've wanted to show you since 3rd year." And with that, Harry leaned in for a soft kiss with Ginny. Ginny responded, with a passionate kiss, her pee-soaked legs pressed against Harry's noticeably excited penis. Ginny was surprised at his reaction, and didn't complain when Harry started gently kissing her neck. She fingered cautiously the bottom of his shirt - and it was soon off. The rest will remain a secret, just like Ginny's desire for desperation. No-one would ever know. ~~~ I would have written that smut scene at the end but it would have been rubbish, utter rubbish, because I've never even attempted to write it. But how was this? Tell me in the comments.
  11. I highly doubt I'm in the right area, I'm kinda new to this, but I want to right fanfic and interactive stories, I also want it to be your ideas, so tell me what you want and I'll make it. No promises it would be good though, this is my first time, lol
  12. Ok, so this is a fanfic of harry potter and in this story a few things have happened that don't in the actual story line, sirius had a son with Tonks in order of the pheonix, Grindlewald has a son as well who rises to power, and this all takes place in 2012 with the characters in this story in year six, and only small cameos from the characters from Jk Rowling, its been aa while since I read the books so this my Harry Potter terminology may be a little off as well as my british and so on, phrases however I hope you like it. Chapter one: Hogwarts Express I sat in the backseat of the red impala as it drove through the London streets, the only American car In the street, not that I was from America, my family was originally from France although we were from Australia and I had an Australian accent, however we had recently moved to Britain on account of my father’s business, and rather than continue on to my sixth year of school at Beauxbaton I was transferred to Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. I felt butterflies flutter in my belly as I pulled the hem of my uniform skirt up past my mid-thigh and adjusted my knee socks. I was extremely nervous, as I was my first time at Beauxbaton and now I was forced to restart over again. I sat in the back in silence as my mother drove while my father fiddled with his smart phone. I jiggled my legs lightly as my bladder began to fill slightly, I had a weak bladder but I figured I could hold it till I got to Hogwarts hopefully. I rolled my birch wand between my fingers, the ashy wood felt odd against my smooth finger tips as I sensed the unicorn horn essence within, the conduit for my powers, it almost tingled eleven inches with polished wooden groove to hold. I held the wand between my index and middle finger and swished it around slightly as I stared at to the bleary world around me, morning’s fog still covering the streets. I wanted to smile, after all I was excited, however more than that I was anxious and I felt a twinge in my bladder as the anxiety gave me a odd sense of desperation. I hated to admit it, but I sorta liked the pain of a full bladder so I quickly switched the focus of my thoughts. I began to think of my old school, I was a great student, and especially excelled in defense against the dark arts. I was also one of the more popular when it came to boys, my curly blonde hair, my slender build with nearly perfect curves in the right places, a great face with beautiful blue eyes with gold bursting from around the pupils. Even my Melbourne accent seemed to attract guys with its seductive tone. I self-consciously unbuttoned one more button on my grey Hogwarts shirt, showing off a bit more of my cleavage to hopefully make a “good” impression among my peers. Normally as was more classy than that, however my nerves were corrupting my mind as I felt another twinge in my bladder and the awkward feeling in my abdomen from apprehension flutter again as we drew closer to king’s cross station. I shook my leg rapidly trying to shake the feeling of desperation as my bladder panged in my abdomen. Finally as we officially reached king’s cross station as we exited the car and head off towards platform 9 ¾ the feeling intensified. I got up rather awkwardly but struggled to regain my composure as my parents helped me with my things as we entered the station. Finally after fumbling through the crowded train station I saw the pillar bearing the sings, platform 9 and platform ten, I gripped the handle on my cart and turned to my parents. “Good-bye.” I spoke softly, the nerves getting the best of me. I mustered a smile but I felt like I was going to puke. “Good-bye sweetheart.” My father said affectionately. “I’ll have a surprise for you this Christmas, and another surprise for you this upcoming week while you’re at Hogwarts.” He smiled and embraced me in a suffocating hug. “Good-bye.” My mom managed teary eyed like she did every year before seeing me off. She kissed me on my forehead and I turned to face the pillar. I took a deep breath and my stomach started to do flips as I charged forward and passed straight through the pillar, I felt my whole body tingle and my bladder pulse again. I looked around gleefully as I entered the platform nine and three quarters and approached the scarlet train amongst the crowd of children and boarded the Hogwarts express. It was a bit of a step back from the magical carriages of Beauxbaton but none-the-less I was excited. To start school, to learn new spells, to meet new friends, even to see how long I could go without using the bathroom. I shuffled aboard the train and set my bags in the appropriate apartment before walking down the train to find somewhere to sit, I finally settled for one with three other kids already filling the seats. “Mind if I sit here?” I asked the group awkwardly. “Go ahead,” a muscular kid said eagerly. He was cute and had the sweetest hazel yes I ever saw, he had light brown hair and wore Slytherin robes on and a sly smile on his lips. I sat next to him and faced the other two, one was a boy also donning the silver and green robes. about my age with Jet black hair and, peculiar violet yes, an athletic build and half smirk on his face. The other was obviously his girlfriend judging on how he affectionately had his arm wrapped around her slender back, she had dark brown hair and was tall with killer legs and a pretty face, a great bust and deep brown eyes. I felt a pang of envy towards her but brushed it off. She bore the signature Ravenclaw robes. “My name is Isaiah Anderson.” The boy who first welcomed me into the compartment offered out his hand to me. I shook it cautiously, I heard about students from Slytherin’s reputation for being vain and cold, but the two boys seemed friendly enough, but then again I revealed enough of my cleavage my red bra peeked out slightly. “I’m Leah Patton, and this is James Black.” The girl said sweetly also offering her hand out which I shook gratefully. I already felt welcome. “I’m Isabella Bladin.” I said with slight confidence. “I just transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbaton and I’m crazy nervous.” I muttered flustered. “Well do you need to know anything about Hogwarts?” Isaiah offered sweetly. “Not really… well I spent most of my time reading Hogwarts: a history and such, so I know a lot already, the moving staircases, the ghosts that roam the halls, the four houses and a lot of other things, although it probably won’t keep me from getting lost.” I giggled. “We can help with that.” James offered kindly. “But there is something you should know about us first.” James said solemnly. “Should we tell her?” Isaiah asked, sounding a little nervous. “She’s going to find out eventually, anyway we are already wizards, its not that weird that… Isabelle,” he started. “Isabella.” I corrected playfully. “Isabella.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m a metamorphmagus, able to shift my entire appearance crazy enough, Isaiah is a parstletongue. And Leah is a werewolf.” He said calmly. “Uh… I…” I stuttered, I had no idea what to say to that. I wasn’t weird-ed out, if anything I felt disappointed, in myself for not being as special as them so I just nodded and smiled awkwardly. “You think we’re weird don’t you?” Isaiah complained. I shook my head. “Quite the opposite actually, I’m insanely jealous, I’d rather have any one of the abilities than be a normal witch.” I said with faux putting to get my pint across. “Trust me, being a werewolf is nothing great.” Leah said softly. “I figure it wouldn’t be.” I spoke with a hint of sympathy. “Anyway, did you hear, that they are bringing back dementors on Hogwarts?” Isaiah asked. “What?” I asked meekly hoping I heard wrong, I was terrified of dementors, especially since I hadn’t managed to ever preform a patronus charm. “Yeah, it’s because of the son of Gellert Grindlewald has risen to power, some say he is as powerful as his father in his youth, maybe even more powerful, the next ‘he-who-must-not-be-named. They say he’s searching for the Elder Wand.” “Grindlewald had a son?” I asked skeptically. “I never heard of that.” “He never took care of his son, it was with a courtesan, pure accident, not that the accident hadn’t caused him to inherit his father’s evil, and the sense of abandonment doesn’t help. He may have even inherited his father’s secret of invisibility.” James said bitterly. “What’s his name? How old is he.” I asked. “that’s the thing, Grindlewald had been imprisoned for a long time, but his son is only twenty-seven at the most, and his name is Albus, although he goes by Grindlewald alone.” Leah said softly. “Wow,” I said, although I was more worried than in awe. “So… Why would he come to Hogwarts, other than to massacre a bunch of under-age wizards.” I said frightened. “supposedly Harry Potter hid the wand somewhere in Hogwarts.” James said solemnly as he stared out the window as the scenery passed and for the first time I realized the train had left the station, and suddenly I felt the pain return to my bladder and I jiggled my leg slightly. “I’m kind of getting tired of all the chosen one stuff. I mean I get he saved a lot of lives, but there has to be other heroes out there.” I muttered almost harshly. “I know what you mean, it’s been ages since Harry ‘saved the world’ but everyone still acts like it was just yesterday.” Isaiah stated. “He’s my Godfather.” James said bluntly and before I could continue he spoke again. “And even I get tired of hearing about it all, so does he.” He smirked as he saw the expression on my face. “James is a bit of a jerk sometimes.” Leah teased as he hit him in the arm playfully. “Don’t take him so seriously all the time.” “Thanks for the advice.” I laughed, as I noticed James eyes turned bright yellow. I realized his metamorphmagus ability gave him “mood eyes” Trolley, anything off the trolley?” A lady asked as she drove by with a cart of candy and such. “Licorice wands, and chocolate frogs.” I called and purchased them, “Every flavored beans.” Isaiah called. “drooble’s best blowing gum.” Leah called. “Fizzing whizzbees, cauldron cakes and four pumpkin juices.” James ordered. We all paid and received our magical sweets as she left. James handed us each a vial of pumpkin juice. I chewed on my licorice wand slowly, savoring its taste. I watched as Leah blue a large blue bubble that would stay floating in mid-air for the rest of the train ride, and James begin to levitate for a short time as he took a bite out of the large sherbet ball. I giggled and we all alguhed as we had our fun with our candies. “Gross.” Isaiah gagged as he spit out a jelly bean. “Vomit flavor.” He explained. “Volo.” James said flicking his silvery wand at the jelly bean, and it slowly dissolved away. “What’s your wand made of?” I asked surprised. I never saw one like that, it was made of metal and still looked like it was plucked from a tree branch. “wormwood,” he said. His eyes changed a shadowy color. “it’s the rarest object in the world, wormwood is indestructible, doesn’t need a core and all the spells it casts are untraceable. This wand honestly chooses its wizard, it appears on top of a wizard or witch while they sleep, and they are bound together forever, unfortunately it typically chooses a dark wizard, and a wand like this only appears every hundred years or so.” He said solemnly. “Oh.” I muttered dumbly. He nodded. Suddenly the train stopped and I felt the pumpkin juice begin to fill more of my bladder. I kept forgetting about me damn bladder! Hard to believe I could as it felt like it was stabbing my lower abdomen, I started douncing my legs up and down. “I’m going to the loo.” I muttered as I stood up and tried to open the door only to find it sealed shut. “The dementors are coming.” Leah realized. I sat down and started to bounce my legs wildly. I reached back and pulled my thong into a wedgie in an attempt to help hold back the flow of urine. I felt the flow rushing to burst through the urethra. I hated the desperation for once. “Does anyone know the patronus charm?” I asked. “I do.” Leah said as she drew her ebony wand. James drew his but remained silent, I felt Isaiah draw me closer and traded me seats, kindly keeping me further away from the door. I felt the dementors presence before I saw it. Everything became unbelievably cold, and frost covered the windows, I saw my breath billow before me as I shivered and my bladder panged once again. I squished myself against the wall as I saw Leah prepared to cast a spell. The not knowing was the worst part, as I felt my bladder start to weaken. A bit of urine quickly soaked my thong, and I fought the urge to keep peeing. As the dementors presumably got closer the compartment got colder still. Finally the frost on the window got so thick it was practically pure ice rather than glass. I felt urine dribble from my crotch ever so slowly, it trickled along my thighs and dripped onto the chair and the butt of my skirt, slowly dampening it, it was just barely moist. Then the dementor appeared. His head loomed just outside of the door and my fear peaked. I felt to emotions fill my soul, terror and deep, deep sorrow. I faced James but his eyes were pitch black and he looked woozy, I felt woozy as the door creaked open. I felt myself grow faint as my heart conflicted my weakness as it began to race in a panic and my bladder burst. Urine flooded into my thong and splattered around the seat, thoroughly soaking my mini-skirt and racing along my thighs for a small portion. My eyes went wide as the dementor floated in the compartment, causing more urine to burst out. The puddle filled the entire seat causing Isaiah to first jump forward, practically into the dementor before he fell back to the ground in fright. The urine just raced from my crotch as time seemed to stand still, the hot pee gushing into the bottom of my mini-skirt, a small stream trickling along my thighs before I saw leah leap to her feet. I shut my eyes and heard her scream the patronus charm. My eye lids went orange and I realized it had to work, after a moment everything became warm again and I opened my eyes to the group. Fear was replaced with mortification and tears brimmed among my eyes. I charged out of the compartment, urine dripping from my skirt as I ran to the loo. I stepped inside and locked the door as I sat on the toilet. I began to sob loudly for what seemed like forever. My nose began to run and my throat hurt. Finally I heard Leah’s voice say “Alohomora.” Before the door opened and she approached me. “Come on,” She offered her hand out. “James cleaned the seat, so let’s go back, it’s alright, you were scared.” She said kindly and I followed her still sniffing as my breathing was loud and shaky. She led me to the compartment that still stank of ammonia where James stood with his wand out. “turn around.” Leah instructed. I turned around obediently as I wiped tears from my eyes. “Sicitas.” James uttered, and I felt the urine dry from my clothing. “Thank you.” I sobbed softly as I leaned against the window and just fell asleep.
  13. This story was written by me when I was 14-15. I published it on Wattpad around late 2015. When I was 16 I decided to unpublish it on Wattpad for personal reasons, but now about 3 years later I was looking through my Wattpad account and stumbled upon It labeled as "Draft". So I just decided to share the story here. The story does contain Yaoi and has many erotic themes so please be aware. I also changed quite a few parts in the story, cause they made me cringe too much xD hopefully I was able to make it more mature with the erotic themes than the original version. If anyone ever wants to read the original please feel free to PM me. Also the main characters in this fan fic are between the ages of 18-20. Not pre-teens as they are in the real manga/anime. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOY :3 "I'm going to be late!" Cecil said while getting dressed for the 1st day of Noble school. He already graduated high school. why has there be a extra school for nobles like me? As he was trying to figure that out, he totally forgets to use the bathroom. Cecil finally left the Phantomhive Manor and made his way to the school. When Cecil got there he was greeted by the math teacher Sebastian and sat down in the seat farthest away from Alois. Half way through the class Cecil began to notice his bladder in its fullest and remembered he hasn't released its contents in his bladder in more than 12 hours. "Sebastian? May I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while starting to kick his legs. "No my lord, you must wait until lunch." he said while eyeing Alois who was laughing at Cecil's desperation.' 30 Minutes later Sebastian let us out 10 minutes late as he forgot the time. Cecil went to go get his lunch. While in line he was moving his legs around, holding his crotch. He couldn't keep still. When it was finally time to get his lunch. he grabbed it, paid the nice lunch lady and made his way to his usual spot in the cafeteria. He gobbled his food down and threw it away. He only had 2 more minutes to get to Mr. Claude's Class and he didn't accept tardiness so he just went on ahead to class. half way through class he felt a small spurt come out and leaked onto his underwear. "Oh no!" Cecil said to himself while grabbing himself like a small child. He managed to get it under control before any more leaked out. "Claude, may I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while kicking his legs and grabbing his crotch. "No, wait until after class" said Claude. "Please Claude, its an emergency." Said Cecil while a long spurt leaked out and formed a small wet spot on his pants. "Fine, you may go." Said Claude while getting angry at Cecil. While Cecil was getting up from his seat, yet another spurt leaked out of his pants, and this time, it was unstoppable. Everyone in the class watched in horror as Cecil's underwear started overflowing with pee and his pants got darker. His cheeks began to glow a bright red as pee gushed out of his penis and wet his pants. A large puddle on the floor formed under him. Cecil has just wet himself in from of Alois & all of the other nobles. Even Claude. Alois, feeling pity for the young earl, decided to be nice for once. "Cecil...I'll walk you to the bathroom" Alois said with a discreet but turned on face. While Alois was escorting Cecil to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the entire walk Cecil was thinking to himself. "Why would he look at me like that? I'm so confused." When they both walked into the restroom, Alois couldn't bare being alone with Cecil. "He's just so cute how he is right now. I just don't think I can possibly hate him now?" Alois would say under his breath. Alois finally decided to make the first move, While Cecil was about to begin the process of removing is soiled clothes, Alois moved in behind him and hugged him from the back, giving him light kisses on the back of his neck. Before long, Alois and Cecil started to kiss each other on the lips. They both continued to make out in the boy's bathroom in their Noble school. The two boys were both giving each other hickeys, giving each other cuddles, both nobles started to develop a growing bulge around their crotch area, Cecil was still wearing his soiled pants and underwear minus his shirt, while Alois also had his shirt off. Alois still felt bad about Cecil having an accident in class and wanted to help Cecil in some way to help him get over his recent embarrassment. "Cecil, I have a question I need to ask you." Alois said in between the 15-20second kisses. "What's up?" Cecil said while looking surprised. "I first got a confession to make. Alois said with a serious look on his face. "I have a some sort of a pee fetish.....you made me really turned on when you wet yourself in front of our entire class!" "DUH!" Cecil said with arrogance. "What other reason you would of taken me for yourself? But don't worry my cute lil boy, watching other people wet themselves kinda gives me a hard on too..." "ANYWAYSSS let's get to the question part. Alois said nervously. "I'm actually willing to wet myself right here in front of you, so you don't feel left out. Hopefully it will make you feel less embarrassed. Annnd….I'm kinda desperate." Once Cecil heard that, his eyes grew wider and his bulge a little bigger. "I mean if you insist.." Cecil said excitedly. "You're very lucky this time, if we weren't at this stupid school right now, I would definitely make you hold it until you got really really desperate." A big evilish smirk grew on Cecil's face. Alois was going to have a big accident in his pants in the boy's bathroom at his school in front of his former enemy now turned FWB. Alois and Cecil never thought their day would turn out like this. Cecil watched Alois as he started to quiet down and get still. Alois always had fantasies about this, and now it's becoming a reality! And with a cute Noble boy too. Alois finally started to relax a bit, trying to focus on running waterfalls and such. Alois is a little pee shy, So he sat still for about a minute, focusing on releasing the dam that hes been holding for quite a while now. At first, it started out as little spurts leaking out, only enough to dampen his underwear. Before you knew it, the dam broke and he started to forcefully pee uncontrollably into his pants. Cecil stared at Alois in awe while Alois stood there, unable to move. His pants started to grow darker and darker, and kept on growing, even was able to reach his butt, Alois starts to moan as he continues to forcefully pee into his pants. A large yellow puddle formed under Alois as he continued. After another 30 seconds, Alois finally was finished peeing. Alois was now fully drenched from the waist down. Cecil was really turned on by now, even Alois could tell just by looking at him. Alois could easily spot Cecil's bulge from where he was standing on the opposite side of the bathroom. The only reason Cecil was not standing closer to Alois was the puddle was just so huge! But finally Cecil started to walk over to Alois, Cecil didn't really care at all that Alois was soaked in pee. He got real close to Alois, he started to undo Alois's pants, once they were undone, Cecil slowly rubbed his fingers on the outside of Alois's soaked underwear on the areas surrounding his dick. Alois knew he was teasing him, it made him really turned on. Cecil aggressively threw himself on top of Alois and started to repeatedly grind him. Cecil was able to get his hand into Alois's underwear and started to give him a handjob, while Alois's hand found itself groping Cecil's tight ass that was still damp from his accident earlier. They continued this for another 5 minutes until they were able to make each other both cum. After they were both able to cum, they both gave each other a passionate kiss on the lips.. "I think it's time to actually clean up." Cecil said as he was finally putting on some dry clothes. "You right about that. We got a huge mess to clean up before a teacher notices all this. I know they would definitely kill us!" Alois said a little nervously. After that day, Alois & Cecil became the best of "friends" throughout the rest of their lives. THE END :3
  14. Anybody remember the minor naruto villain Jirobou? He was a part one villain, part of the Sound 4 that helped Sasuke run away from the village. He lost to Chouji using the calorie control butterfly wings for the first time. Anyway, I was just thinking what if Sakura and a group of other kunoichi from Konoha had gone up against that dude instead? They would have been able to do fuck all against his earth barrier technique that traps you and slowly drains your chalkra. So the premise of the story is this: Sakura, Ino, Hinata, and sure I guess Tenten can be there even thou she’s the worst, anyway these four get sent as the sasuke retrival squad instead naruto, shikamaru and them. They get trapped by jirobou, just like naruto’s group did, only instead of escaping (cause they don’t have anyone remotely strong enough) they just get their chalkra completely drained and end up trapped there. Now who else sees the possibility for some serious desperation and wetting in this scenario? Best part is that it won’t even have to stray that far from cannon as most fanfics tend to. This is just me brainstorming, I’ll probably get to writing the story proper sometime next week, and I’ll just post it as a reply to this thread. It’ll be medium length, nothing crazy like the Phases story I’m still working on. Let me know if you like the idea or anything you think would be cool to happen in it, thanks!
  15. This is my FIRST interactive fanfiction, and I’ve been actually wanting to try it out for a while! Here are some bios to get you acquainted. Name: Maria Kuvaeva Nicknames: Masyanya, Moxxie Gender: Female Preference: Pan Age: 30 Bladder Capacity: 850 ml Personallity: Tomboyish, sassy, quirky, humourous Name: Alexander Trofimovich Nicknames: Hyrundel, Boar Gender: Male Preference: Straight Age: 27 Bladder capacity: 1000 ml Personallity: Lazy, dumb, lovable, Name: Anton Nicknames: Lokhmaty, Shaggy Gender: Male Preference: Gay Age: 25 Bladder Capacity: 500 ml Personality: Air-headed, nerdy Hyrundrel Lokhmaty Masyanya
  16. Hey all! So, at the time of writing this, I am also in the middle of writing a Pokemon fanfic, so you can check it if you want (#shamelessplug) This fanfic will focus on a series called "Monster Musume" (or: Everyday life with monster girls). This story will be a headcanon continuation of the anime, and for thos who haven't seen it: here's a synopsis! Monsters are, in fact, real. Humans and monsters have made an accord to integrate monsters into human culture. To learn monsters how the human world works, they are placed under the supervision of a caretaker, this can be an individual, a family, etc. This is all done by Ms. Smith. There's a law preventing humans and monsters hurting eachother, but to solve the problems that would bring, Ms. Smith leads M.O.N. a squad made up of monsters, to stop monsters. The series follows the life of Kimihito who, even though he never signed up, came to supervise quite a few monsters. They are all female, and they are: - Miia, the Llamia: a snake woman with incredible power in her long, pink tail. Has pink hair and is often very possesive of, as she calls him, "darling". - Centorea/Cerea, the Centaur: a noble half-horse. Carries a (fake) sword and, even though she sees him as her master, has feelings for "her master" - Papi, the Harpy: partially a bird and very child-like, she is one of the most playfull residents, but don't be fooled: she's an adult, and is in love with the "boss" - Mero, the mermaid: though she can get around in a wheelchair, she prefers water. She is warm and kind, but loves tragedy. She is in love with Kimihito. - Suu, the Slime: She can't speak, but she can copy almost anything, shapeshift and even detect poison. She will die if she's dehyrated. - Rachnera, the Arachne: sly, sadistic, openly perverted and with a bondage fetish, Rachnera is a thorn in Miia's sight. She'll stop at nothing to get her eight legs on Kimihito - Lala, the Dullahan: calling herself a "servant of death" and with a removable head, Lala is a sight to behold. Though she'll never admit it, she's in love with Kimihito. - ??????? There you go! If you want more information, I suggest checking out the Monster Musume anime (is rly gud) or the wiki! I'll start writing tomorrow! - Glenn
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